ENDGAME - STOP THE RIG

[goneawaymod]

Who: Anyone that wants in.
What: Busting the rig open
Where: Multiple Places
When: After Saturday exploded the situation
Warnings/Notes: Probably violence.

The end is near.

The signal for the nanochains is temporarily blocked but it won't last forever. Several things need to be done in a very short amount of time to end this thing in a way that isn't disastrous.

Aren't you all tired of being nice? Don't you just want to go apeshit?

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[fromfryingpantofire]

He'd never been telekinetic long enough for anything more than the broad strokes. Literally, really. His telekinesis tended to be better for throwing things around and shielding.

Sam lets out a breath and goes forward, picking up a gun of his own. He checks it over before patting one of the liquidators down for a holster.

He's trying to be better about actually using them.

"Do you need us to find a medic? I can field dress it, but I'll need some cloth. Anybody feel like giving up your suit jacket to the cause?"

The fact that he pulls back the slide to check the chamber and lets it forward with a loud 'click' is only coincidence. Not intimidation. Really.

[walkingballpit]

Examining his arm isn’t easy inside the jumpsuit - not without stripping - but the growing singular stain on the suit does mean that there’s no exit wound. He can’t remember if that’s better or worse in the short term. Worse in the long run, but they don’t have a long run to worry about.

“It’s fine,” Robbie says quietly as his good hand grips his bicep tightly to put pressure on it. Which hurts, Jesus it hurts, but he’s still upright. He’s not in danger of passing out, but it would be nice to stay that way. “Wouldn’t want them to have to recognize that we’re human beings that bleed.”

Robbie doesn’t miss that Sam knows how to do something with a gun. He thought he didn’t care what the others did to Jorgmund at this point, but his heart sinks at the confident click. “… they’re following orders just as much as these idiots were.”

Shit, he absolutely loathes himself for that. And he hates himself for not taking the protest further.

[fromfryingpantofire]

He's never hidden that he knows his way around a gun. He just...didn't show up with one, that's all.

Sam eyes Robbie for a moment, looking him over before nodding. "All right. I'll trust you to know your limits." Which, if he knew Robbie well, isn't something he'd probably say. But he doesn't and this is where they're at right now.

Besides. He knows it's not the same, but he remembers too well how far around the bend he went when Dean went to Hell.

At the reminder, though, Sam raises an eyebrow before slipping the holster on his belt. Better to use a belt holster than a shoulder. He's a bit too broad for that. "They are. But it's also self-defense. I'm not planning to kill anybody. Just not going to let any of us get killed, either."