A specific deserted street: leads to zone 6. Recommended: Steer clear

I had my bandana over my mouth, being this close to 6 can dust you easy.

I walked along the street, taking a leisurely detour. I saw someone on the road, up ahead, and aimed my rifle at them.

Hearing something, I whip around, flipping the front of my helmet down. Instinctively, I take two of the four rayguns from my side.

I watch carefully, holding my rifle with one hand as I pull a grenade out of my belt.

I walk towards the sound, completely on impulse

I drop my rifle for a fraction of a second as I pull the grenade pin and throw it at the person . .girl, tprecisely, now that I could see her better.

(ooc: NO! YOU CAN'T SEE HER FACE AND HER HAIR IS UP!)
bic:
I see the grenade and sigh, "How antique is your tech? What is this? It looks totally retro, like twenty ten or something!"

I rolled my eyes at . .wait . .his? comment. Her form seemed like a girl's, but .it? it looked like it had short hair, and I couldn't see it's face. I pick my rifle up again. It being a raygun rifle.

"Whoah! Shiny raygun! Where'd you jack it from?" I ask

"I jacked it from your mother, as payment." I said with a smile on my face. A fake smile.

"Mom's dusted. And you're a liar," I note

"I'm no liar." I said, and switched my rifle for my bazooka. "I'll tell you the truth right now, in fact. You're about to die."

I use my yellow raygun to push a pressure point on his neck, "Who says 'die' anymore?"

"People who are raised by Draculoids, I guess." I said,pulling a small raygun from in my cloak and jabbing it into her stomach, with my free left hand.

"Fuck!" I snap. "I actually have to use my stomach sometimes!"

"And I half need my neck." I muttered.

"Not really, but I think I see your point. And what's this about Dracs?"

"I don't know if you need to know my personal life."

"Well, considering I'm currently referring to you as Retrocreep...."

"I'll refer to you as It, then."

"Why?" I demand

"Because you look like a girl, but you also look like a guy. Maybe you're just an ugly girl."

"Yep. I believe that," I push the front of the helmet back up

I looked at her face. "Guess you are a guy then." I said with a smile.

I frown, "So I don't look prissy?" I ask hopefully

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