DO YOU BELIEVE IN GUN CONTROL?

-They keeps smiling after the two of them are done, and looks down, laughing nervously due to the gun’s words-

"I -- I've been trying, it hasn't...It's kind sometimes, I swear!" They pull the gun away from their chest, looking at it cautiously. When it doesn't do much else but grin they holster it, letting out a sigh of relief.

+ karmicexecutioner

The revolver chuckles, eyeing the odd but familiar being before them. "Oh, my! The very thought appalls me! We could make an example of this one, could we not, my dearest Nomad? Reinstate our presence among these heathe--"

The lady smiled at the stranger before her. It was a smile that indicated both her friendliness as well as her excitement for meeting a new person. She did not recognize the stranger’s face nor the strained smile on xir face. 

She didn't recognize xir. Thank God. Xe relaxed significantly, the flurry of emotions having settled comfortably. Xe on xir tail with a much sleepier smile. Genie reaches out towards the other, hand lingering over her hair briefly before it drops.

Seeing the other fills xir with a flurry of emotions, confusion rising above all. Xe rings xir hands, a strained smile plastered on xir face. She didn't seem to recognize xir, perhaps that was a blessing.

No need to apologize.

karmicexecutioner

I have a question for you. Do you believe in gun control? Who would take gun control over population control anyway. Population control is quality control. As it happens… Everybody’s got to die sometime, friend. It’s just one of those irrefutable facts of life. No one is innocent so Karma doesn’t care who it kills. It strikes out randomly assured it destroys a sinner. I’ve learned to think like Karma. I can read Karma’s thoughts. It directs me and I am the tool of its trigger finger. We’re partners. Friends. Bed Fellows. I am its angel, and it is my God. We’ve recycled many wasted lives together. Wasted lives living in a wasted land. This place was a land fill of lost souls. We’ve done a good thing in liberating it. You too have been recycled. You served your purpose and thereafter became a wasted thing. Karma has spared you the boredom of your future. Thank Karma. Karma be praised. Hare Karma. Hail Karma. Holy Karma. Terrible Karma. …….. You know who you remind me of? The first person I ever shot. A cashier. They ran the register at a mart vending valueless product. Seeing me pulled on them, they were certainly stunned. I will never forget the look on their face. At first I took them to be afraid. But the inner prism of their iris inlet to a deeper truth. Their ineffable and permanent boredom with their existence. Is that how you feel? Bored. Is that why you play games? I am never bored, because my work is never done. Karma is never satisfied, and justice must be served; To the bored things, and to the useless eaters. A thousand pardons, but I must kill you now. A million sorrys, but Karma has selected you to die. A billion apologies, but this is the end of our contract. A trillion condolences, but the credits will soon roll, but you wont live to see them. … But…first…I have a bothersome question.

My apologies.