R 20 - Video

[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick is standing in front of the cafeteria doors, a dripping red paintbrush clutched in either hand. The comm is leaning against the opposite wall so that he can make his Serious Announcement.]

We're all the hunter and the hunted now. No rules, only dripping paint, air guns, silent defeats, silent victories.

Except this one little thing, and that is don't get paint in my food. I don't care what color it is, do not bring your turf wars into the cafeteria. You do? I will take you down, even if you're from the first level. This is neutral territory.

Everywhere else...?

Let's play.

[The video cuts in a blur of motion as he goes for a safe spot where he hasn't advertised his presence.]


[Riddick is NOT AFFECTED, he's just enjoying the lighthearted little break.]

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[demon_knight]

[Jeryline unfortunately is affected, and she's creeping up on her fellow ex-con in the stairwell. She knows he's got good ears, and she still has a trick or two up her sleeve (and in her coat pockets in ziplock bags). But dammit she's going to try.]

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[with_my_teacup]

[A small, improvised canister of red paint is strapped to each hip at Riddick's belt, more traditional ammo in ammunition pouches, a semi-auto pistol holstered at his armpit.

He's a spray and pray shooter on a good day, so the brushes jammed into the paint canisters are his primary weapon-- almost idly, he twists one in the paint. Then he turns and grins down the stairwell, and shoulders out of the landing door onto floor three.]