Saul Goodman (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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exsilium2013-05-04 10:54 am
5055034455) wrote in exsilium2013-05-04 10:54 am
Entry tags:
- ashraf salib (original),
- elmer c. albatross (baccano!),
- jesse pinkman (breaking bad),
- kate kane (dc comics),
- saul goodman (breaking bad),
- stephanie brown (dc comics),
- ✝ coby (one piece),
- ✝ katniss everdeen (hunger games),
- ✝ kirian dawningsun (original),
- ✝ randel oland (pumpkin scissors),
- ✝ shiki tohno (tsukihime),
- ✞ — dropped characters — ✞
002 ↔ video
[Saul's not a fan of using video on this thing. Anyone could be watching, and he's sure that's the case — which means he's about to show a hand of cards he never really wanted to — but he also knows he needs to come across as sincere and non-threatening as possible if he wants this request to be taken seriously. Text wouldn't work, voice... might, but also might not.
He still has his doubts, though. What he's about to do is ridiculous, even by his own standards. He'd laugh at anyone else making a suggestion like this, and he's half-tempted to laugh at himself, too, but when the feed clicks on and his image appears, he's all business. Literally: in a suit, at a desk, weapon laid out (for those who'd notice, the weapon is disengaged, the safety on; he's learning!), hands folded.]
This — [indicating the weapon, then lacing his fingers back together] — is a shotgun that's been modified to use non-lethal electrified bullets. The charge measures about 500 volts, and —
[There go his hands again, moving to retrieve one of the cartridges. He lifts it to the lens, waits for it to focus, then continues speaking.]
From what I understand, that should be enough to temporarily incapacitate a normal human being. But the problem is, I'm not sure. I've been using blanks on the dummies over in the Hold, so I have no idea what effect one of these things would actually have on a living, breathing person. So...
[He trails off, lowers the cartridge, and shifts uncomfortably in his chair.]
I realize how unorthodox and just plain sketchy a request like this is going to sound, but... who's willing to let me shoot them, and who's willing to be the medic present if-slash-when this happens? I'm looking for someone over eighteen, healthy, preferably human. I can compensate you with fifty doll—uh. Marques. Or we can negotiate, if necessary.
Serious inquiries only. Thanks.
He still has his doubts, though. What he's about to do is ridiculous, even by his own standards. He'd laugh at anyone else making a suggestion like this, and he's half-tempted to laugh at himself, too, but when the feed clicks on and his image appears, he's all business. Literally: in a suit, at a desk, weapon laid out (for those who'd notice, the weapon is disengaged, the safety on; he's learning!), hands folded.]
This — [indicating the weapon, then lacing his fingers back together] — is a shotgun that's been modified to use non-lethal electrified bullets. The charge measures about 500 volts, and —
[There go his hands again, moving to retrieve one of the cartridges. He lifts it to the lens, waits for it to focus, then continues speaking.]
From what I understand, that should be enough to temporarily incapacitate a normal human being. But the problem is, I'm not sure. I've been using blanks on the dummies over in the Hold, so I have no idea what effect one of these things would actually have on a living, breathing person. So...
[He trails off, lowers the cartridge, and shifts uncomfortably in his chair.]
I realize how unorthodox and just plain sketchy a request like this is going to sound, but... who's willing to let me shoot them, and who's willing to be the medic present if-slash-when this happens? I'm looking for someone over eighteen, healthy, preferably human. I can compensate you with fifty doll—uh. Marques. Or we can negotiate, if necessary.
Serious inquiries only. Thanks.
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I'm a soldier.
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[He's mostly wondering what military branch, but he won't be surprised if Randel replies with something like super-soldier.]
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Corporal. From the War Relief Section. [ And because he feels like he has to cover up for his tendency to get shot without having to explain that super-soldier part, he mumbles-- ] I'm the biggest among us so I make the easiest target.
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...target? So you're, what, like a decoy?
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Just how big are you?
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I hit my forehead on door arches if I'm not careful. [ He also can not remember his own height and hasn't had himself measured recently. ]
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Would you mind having a medical evaluation done before the experiment takes place?
[Yes, he's going to keep calling it an experiment, because that sounds a hell of a lot better than would you mind getting checked to make sure you won't drop dead when I shoot you?]
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[ shiftily ]
Will you need to take... samples?
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No, it won't be a problem. [ He trusts doctors but nurses? Not so much after some unfortunate and painful accident with a urine collecting device. ]
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[Saul still looks a little curious, but he doesn't care enough to prod further.
Ha, ha.
Prod.]
What's your name? You sound like the perfect candidate, but I have to run this by the doc and have him check you out before I get clearance.
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Randel Oland. I'm glad that I could help. [ by getting shot but horray, the feeling of being useful. ]
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[Pause. Your manners, Saul. Where are they?]
And thanks.
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