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Ink scowls deeply. "Dun help me, I know how t' do it!" he growls impatiently. Of course he knew that. He rushes forward into the room without another thought.

The gun feels a little bulky in his hands, as his own, not too far away in his inner jacket pocket, is much smaller and sleeker. Still, as with almost any weapon, it feels as natural to him as another limb.. one to be utilized to annihilate someone else. Or, in this case, just zap them with a laser.

.. Right?

Humming the tune to Mission Impossible, Ink makes a point to let her know where he is. He's tired of hiding, quite frankly, and seems to think that by providing her the upper hand, he'll have her where he wants her. Somehow.

"Beastie, beastie, hidin' in her cave, beastie, beastie, poor thing's never shaved.." he sings off-tune, making it up when he goes along. He crouches and presses against the plastic walls over dramatically, taking this thing with a pinch of humour.

The gun vibrates, signaling that he's just been hit. But.. not by her! As it appears, they aren't the only ones playing, to his disappointment. Still, Ink shrugs, a game's a game. And a bigger audience.. creates an even bigger splash in the end.

Ink locks onto a blue flash of light and shoots it without a second thought.

Ink leads himself deeper and deeper into the maze, which seems to span a great deal of floorspace. He successfully hits every target he aims for, and allows himself to get struck numerous times. The sound effects blare loudly overhead, and he is quickly lost in the fun of the game, one that, for once, doesn't have real casualties.

However, on the same token, he loses sight of Kitsu, but not entirely forgetting her.

Stopping in his place, Ink turns slowly, meeting her with his gun out. A smile stretches across his face as his eyes, now a startling amber in colour, lock onto hers.

"We meet again, pretty," he croons, once again invading her personal space, keeping only the guns between them.

Ink sprawls backwards, horror washing over his face. He holds his hand to his chest where the laser would have hit, had it been real. At first, he seems to be making a big deal out of nothing, but it soon appears otherwise.

Coincidentally, at the time of the shot, an obscenely loud gorilla cry masked any other sound, to Ink's utter convenience. Crimson liquid seeps through the chest plate and drenches the hand he clutches to his chest. He lets out a terrible cough, blood drizzling out the corner of his mouth.

Ink chokes on his own blood, falling limp into Kitsu's arms. Someone else screams, which sets off a chain of panic throughout the game's players. He claws weakly at her arm, sucking in air as he brings his other hand, mysteriously lost inside his jacket before this, back through its sleeve and works loose the chest plate.

"Don't move him!" a man shouts, presumably a manager or a man of authority, charging toward them. The lights flicker on, and the maze looks very different and less glamorous with them on.