[He stays utterly still, watching her with expressionless eyes as she pulls out the gun and fires. There's no fear in him, not even as the final bullet wings him. What does he have to fear of pain, or death? Especially in this place.
It's only once she's fallen into that deep sleep that he lifts a hand to his head, feeling the warmth and pain from the chunk of hair that had been so unkindly ripped off. His fingers came away red. That bitch... he'd have to hide this from Malik.
He'd have to punish her for this.
But how? He could give her nightmares... steal her soul and seal it in that fucking gun of hers... but something else comes to mind. Something she'd admitted earlier.]
PENALTY GAME: MEMORY LOCKDOWN!
[The Ring glows as its penalty is enacted. There. Until it wore off, she'd be unable to remember anything... heheh, even things she'd been told just moments before would be hard to hang onto.
And just to make it worse, he was just going to grab her by the ankles, drag her outside and leave her half-submerged in the river.
Because she damaged his hair.
Enjoy waking up in your underwear, soaked to the bone, outside, in the november cold, and without your memory, lady.]
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It's only once she's fallen into that deep sleep that he lifts a hand to his head, feeling the warmth and pain from the chunk of hair that had been so unkindly ripped off. His fingers came away red. That bitch... he'd have to hide this from Malik.
He'd have to punish her for this.
But how? He could give her nightmares... steal her soul and seal it in that fucking gun of hers... but something else comes to mind. Something she'd admitted earlier.]
PENALTY GAME: MEMORY LOCKDOWN!
[The Ring glows as its penalty is enacted. There. Until it wore off, she'd be unable to remember anything... heheh, even things she'd been told just moments before would be hard to hang onto.
And just to make it worse, he was just going to grab her by the ankles, drag her outside and leave her half-submerged in the river.
Because she damaged his hair.
Enjoy waking up in your underwear, soaked to the bone, outside, in the november cold, and without your memory, lady.]