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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No, no. Go on.
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Overly religious zealots.
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[SO CONFUSED. The only person even vaguely religious Saul has met so far is Ashraf, and he barely counts. It's not like anyone's been running around trying to convert him.
Well. Aside from the Initiative.]
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[Luckily, none of them were in Exsilium. If any of the Executioners were there, Shiki could imagine a lot of super-powered people would be getting hunted down and slaughtered in droves.]
Actually, it's very good they aren't here. I'd hate to think of what would happen if those psychopaths were in this place.
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[Saul almost looks relieved.
...for all of two seconds.]
Wait, what?
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Then do what I do and consider this your vacation from all that. Makes things suck less.
[Pause.
Is he about to —
Yes. He is. Show concern for someone who isn't Jesse. WHAT.]
How're you feeling?
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[Though, he was beginning to feel his cynicism hit its peak. Shiki tensed up and let out a sigh, forcing himself to relax.] Anyway-- I guess I'm just irritable. At best, I think irritable is better than constantly panic-stricken, isn't it?
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Saul presses his lips together, frowning slightly.]
You need an outlet.
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...No, I can honestly say I disagree.
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[Here we have the Saul in his natural habitat: putting pressure where pressure should not be applied.]
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I think you're asking me a lot of personal questions.
[It was reasonable for him to be guarded, but who would know?]
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[He shrugs, nonchalant. That's as good an excuse as any, in his book.]
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