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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2011 21:50:34 GMT -5
Ari didn't care.
"Look, the mythology - or rather, astrology - astronomy? Never mind! You're the one whose name most likely corresponds with those of the other three. Terra means 'earth' and Luna means 'moon'. I don't know Mr. Amati's first name, but Amati and the word 'aster', meaning 'star', both start with 'a'. And Drake was used for dragons long before ducks! Dragons breathe fire, and the sun is made of fire.
"If there's one thing I'm not letting happen, for the sake of myself, Celes and the others, is I'm not letting the mafia win."
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Post by Avery on Jul 29, 2011 22:01:30 GMT -5
After fighting off several more GSIS folks, the Narrator ducks away for a breather... only to stumble upon a rather contentious conversation between the ghost of Ariana Kellan and Drake. The girl is accusing him of being a mafia member solely based on his name... which seems a little ridiculous to her, given the fact that Drake's parents probably named him, as did Terra's and Amati's and Luna's. The Narrator highly doubted, as they swaddled their newborns so long ago, that these parents had any idea of their kids' nefarious futures, sought to coordinate the names with their adult correspondents.
"If we go with that logic," she says brightly, punching a charging GSIS man in the face, "I'd say it has to be... hm... Icon. I mean, icon starts with an 'i', and so does 'indigo', and that's a color in a rainbow, and rainbows are part of nature and in the sky!"
She wants to wait for Ariana's response, but before the girl can splutter a retaliation, the Narrator must side-step the GSIS man, who has regained his bearings after the punch and is now about to pistol whip her.
"Catch you later, Ariana!" she calls, running from the increasingly angry investigator, trying to lead him on a wild goose chase, hoping to lose him the crowd.
((Additionally guys, as this may be the last round, I don't want to leave things up to a dice roll in case of a tie. Thus, I'm asking everyone who was at one point a citizen of the town-- non-mafia, of course XD-- to send me a vote for who you think is the remaining mafia member. Then, in case of a tie, I will go in reverse order of the killings until the tie is broken. ^_^ Meaning, Glenda's vote would count first, then Madame Ginz, etc.
As such, the deadline for the round has been extended until Sunday at noon.))
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Post by Luna on Jul 29, 2011 22:55:41 GMT -5
Luna watched her fall. She was about to kick her when Celes jumped up and said "I'm not afraid of you. I'm not planning to beat the information out of you anyway. I have better, more efficient tricks up my sleeve," And hit her in the forehead, and then the stomach. Luna nearly lost balance from the first blow, but she stepped back, and the second one brought her head back in.
The world as two of everything. Luna barfed up some blood, getting it all over her and Celes's shoes. She regained most of her mind, things only a little off. "Aren't you a little magician, with all those tricks up you're sleeves? Let me check for more."
Luna quickly jumped forward, before Celes could do anything, and bit down on on Celes's right arm, while she dug her claws on her right hand into her left arm. Her left hand missed from her still being slightly dizzy, and went above Celes right arm. She brought the claws back in and clawed at Celes shoulder.
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Post by Draco on Jul 29, 2011 23:16:16 GMT -5
Drake was ready to leave when he heard Ari speak up again about mythology. He growls.
"Besides from writing I have a degree in Folklore. Don't start with me about mythology."
He picks up the bag of weapons.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going outside to deliver weapons to the people who I'm apparently trying to kill!
He steps out slamming the door.
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Post by Robyn on Jul 30, 2011 2:19:10 GMT -5
Icon, despite his scrapes and bruises, looked as happy as ever as he straightened up. An errant leaf spun to the ground off of his shoulder.
"Wow, Robyn, you look great. Er, all things considered."
HAH. He was such a sweetheart. A complete liar, but a sweetheart all the same. Her excited grin melted into a comfortable smile as he needlessly apologized for all the turmoil she'd been through. Really, it wasn't anything too terrible, thinking back on it. The worst was past; she was already dead. She was honestly surprised he'd been considerate enough to try to keep her in the loop for all this time when she probably could've left well enough alone and tried to ascend to a higher plane or something. She supposed her snooping tendencies had just followed her into the afterlife.
Icon leaned back and went on to explain about his mortal troubles.
"You've got a point though, we should probably be careful. An investigator- they're the ones who barged in earlier- tailed me, I had to knock him out, but there could be more. It's insane out there, things are about to boil over. I know that you've got business with Terra- there's no way I can really interfere with that- but still... it's dangerous to go alone. Take this. Err. The knife inside, I mean."
Robyn giggled at the reference, but the humor was short-lived as she was called back to the seriousness of the current situation. Though the fight with Terra had been too heated for her to really concentrate on anything else, she seemed to remember the beginnings of some scuffles breaking out below them in the plaza between some alive people. She hadn't really given it much thought. From that time up until right now...well, there was no telling how much the fighting between the townspeople and these strange, violent investigators had escalated.
She stared at the typewriter, unsure if she was ready to put herself back in that state of vulnerability. Only Icon's voice lifted her glance back up.
"...Robyn... if what Terra was trying is true- about ghosts being able to die- well, how do I say it... I'd... I'd hate it if that were to happen to you. Robyn, we've been friends for a while, and I suppose... how do I say this... I suppose all I really wanted to say was... thank you. Thank you for everything."
Icon went in for a hug, and Robyn thought it rather bittersweet when his arms wisped through her. He pulled back, embarrassed.
"Err. Uh. Sorry, still haven't gotten used to that."
"It's fine," she replied, never losing her smile. Sadness crept into her eyes, but she was smiling all the same. "Icon... if I could do anything to make things easier for you-- help you fight, protect you-- I would. And I know you'd do the same for me. But I guess, with us being planes apart, this is as far as we're going to get...giving each other all the encouragement we can before we both set off on our different roads. You could die; I could REALLY die. It feels like the end."
She hovered a hand over the typewriter and regarded him softly, lashes navy and thick around her dark, sober eyes.
"I guess all I want now is a proper goodbye."
Robyn could see the distress in Icon's face as she said it, but she couldn't afford to stop now. She took a deep breath and kept going, measuring her words so her emotions wouldn't choke her speech.
"You've always held a special place in my heart, Icon. You've had one for the longest time, way before all of this ever started. I mean...all the stories we covered together, all the fun we had helping each other excel in our careers, the way we always had each other's backs...you were my best friend. Maybe even more than that. I never had much of a chance to explore that, really, with work always being in the way, and now that I'm dead, I can't go back and see what might have been. But...I just wanted you to know. And I hope that if anything does happen to me, there'll still be a part of me that you keep alive with you. I'll be okay as long as I know that's there."
She leaned forwards and mimed a gentle kiss upon his head as well as she could, and then began to lower her hand to the typewriter.
"I'm going to try and get the knife, and then I'll be ready to face Terra. Once I'm out, we can both go to the plaza and do what we each have to do. And it's all up in the air from there, I suppose."
Their eyes met one last time.
VHWOOOOOOOOM
Back again came the volcano vortex, inhaling her soul into the depths of the typewriter in waves of steam and color, but wasn't long before it all went dark again. And just as before, little by little, a single piece of paper materialized in front of her. Terra's knife had pierced its center.
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Post by Lizica on Jul 30, 2011 12:30:19 GMT -5
As relieved as she had been that the townspeople had found Netwaffle's secret passages, Ms. Rickshaw had been even more relieved that they hadn't felt it necessary to lynch her. She had taken a cast-iron wok from the pizzeria's kitchen, just in case anyone had tried to attack her, but maybe...just maybe...they really hadn't all degenerated into bloodthirsty murderers out to get her. The townspeople had gotten a bit crazy and paranoid and distrustful, but...she could identify with that easily. Seeing the remaining townsfolk working together to search for a secret panel and backing each other up in the battle against the GSIS...this was the Netwaffle Ms. Rickshaw remembered, the Netwaffle she had forgotten somehow in all the rush and panic. (Well, without the extra fighting, killing, and ghosts, of course, but the camaraderie had returned in part, at least.)
She wasn't able to get back into her library through the secret passage because she'd put a heavy bookcase on top of the panel, so she'd have to get there above ground. Esther Rickshaw climbed up a passageway and found herself in the empty deli, which was full of broken glass and rolling heads of lettuce. She could just see the library from the window here--so close!
Stepping out the door, she beheld the entire (living) town engaged in furious battle. And for a split second, Ms. Rickshaw envisioned what the town square would look like if this whole tragic mess hadn't erupted and destroyed everything she'd once enjoyed. Suddenly, she spotted something out of the corner of her eye and impulsively slammed it with the cast-iron wok, screaming with a remorseful sob, "Summer flower boxes!"
It was a GSIS goon, now knocked out cold. Her mind bleary with remembrances and her eyes cloudy with tears, Ms. Rickshaw plowed her way into the raging battle. She swung the wok with rather uncharacteristic recklessness as she remembered what she used to love about Netwaffle and what used to bind everyone together. "Glenda's tea and a good book!" she yelled as she haphazardly knocked out another GSIS man for a fellow townsperson. "Autumn festivals! Summer games! Loving couples! Storytelling competitions! Local cartoons! Friendly advice! Dances in the rain! Laughing conversations!"
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 30, 2011 15:44:31 GMT -5
Candy jumped visibly as Terra appeared next to her. Her old friend... but also part of the Mafia.
“Well, that depends on what you’re trying to do, doesn’t it? Are you trying to cut your own fingers off? Then you’re holding it the right way.”
Candy began to stutter, flipping the knife around. "I-I wanna h-help them..." She pointed to the battling townspeople. "B-but I don't wanna hurt anyone... Do you hold it like this?" She held up the knife, now being gripped loosely by the handle. ((Psst, you could say her stance is wrong or something.)) She blinked as Terra smiled cheerfully at her.
“How’ve you been doing, Candy? We haven’t really gotten a chance to speak to each other one-on-one since I was killed. You enjoy getting in the middle of people trying to kill each other? I’ve gotten used to it over the years. Kind of had to, really. How about you?”
Candy hesitated for a moment. Was Terra still her friend?
"I-I've been okay... I haven't been killed, at least... Every exposed Mafia member scares me more and more. I mean, you and Luna were my friends...! And I don't enjoy it, but I want to protect my friends! ...What about you, Ter?"
She watched Terra look at everyone. “Amazing how self-destructive this town seems to be. It’s like they want to die.
"We want to be free from the GSIS."
“You know, I always thought you were adorably naive. It’s amazing how you still appear to be retaining that quality, even after seeing all this death and destruction. How do you do it?”
Terra has whispered into Candy's ear.
"I know my friends will come back sometime, as ghosts. And I... am... not... NAIVE!"
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Post by Celestial on Jul 30, 2011 16:22:27 GMT -5
Despite being a ghost, Luna still had some blood in her. Celes' feet were evidence of that. Good. For all intents and purposes she was still alive. She felt pain, which meant that what Celes had in mind would work on Luna. That is, if she managed to keep the former mafioso occupied.
Before Celes could even do anything, she felt an explosion of pain surge through her right arm while at the same time her left was being torn apart. Her shoulder followed soon after, effectively disabling her right arm. Celes screamed with the pain and her vision blurred briefly before restoring itself. She struggled against the biting and clawing, flailing in an attempt to free herself Viciously and desperately, she kicked Luna in the stomach with her right foot, before bringing her left around to strike at Luna's arm in an attempt to dislodge it from her own left arm.
"It's too late. Even.... if you do kill me where I stand, that won't.... change anything for you. You really should not have... let me phone my butler," Celes panted. Her adrenaline was beginning to kick in, helping to dull the pain a little. She focused on her breathing. In. Out. In. Out. In. She knew a few methods to curtail the pain, most of them psychological. It was just as well. Ghosts probably would receive no help from pain relief which acted on the body.
In the meantime, she dislodged herself from Luna's death grip and aimed a hard kick at her head with her left foot before brining up her left knee towards Luna's chin. Celes then gathered up all her strength and kicked Luna squarely on the chest in an attempt to floor her. If Luna fell to the ground, she could easily pin her put sticking her knee in her throat. But she would also have to hold her hands, something the girl was not sure she would manage with only her left arm having some semblance of strength.
She was weakened. Celes had to make this battle quick. Hopefully Pastor Williams would be here soon to take her burden.
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Pastor Williams had arrived at the intersection which would have led him to Netwaffle. It was never a long drive between his village and the town and even with him going at the speed limit, he could be there in ten minutes. He prayed that Miss Teal could afford to wait that long.
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Post by icon on Jul 30, 2011 17:42:41 GMT -5
Icon and Robyn had been sitting there for some time now. Icon was rather surprised that nobody had intruded on them yet- the peace was almost asking to be broken by a GSIS agent bursting on the scene or a few townspeople running past.
He sat there, listening to her comments, her assurances that despite everything, they would still be friends, that things would turn out okay in the end. He gave a weak grin as she mentioned the potential hazards. "Well, if anything were to happen to me... who knows, maybe we could hang out more in the afterlife? I've heard rumors about an old ghost movie theater, I hear they've got popcorn to die for, eheh..." His chuckle faded off into silence.
And then she had kissed him. It felt... well, he wasn't quite certain, due to her being a ghost, but there was definitely something there- a spark of hope. For a fleeting moment, Icon could have sworn Robyn looked alive again.
"I'm going to try and get the knife, and then I'll be ready to face Terra. Once I'm out, we can both go to the plaza and do what we each have to do. And it's all up in the air from there, I suppose."
Icon watched, as Robyn lowered herself into the typewriter again. Even in the afterlife, she had always been so confident, so straightforward... she never seemed like she felt lost. There was just an air about her that left her to be trusted.
And then she had entered the typewriter, just like that. "Oh, Robyn..." His voice trailed off into silence for a moment.
He picked the typewriter up again-- carefully, slowly, like a fragile family heirloom-- and started walking back to the plaza. "Let me know if I'm disrupting your concentration, okay?"
As they got closer to the plaza, it was apparent that most of the fighting hadn't spread out to other parts of town just yet... although judging from what happened next, it wouldn't be long before things spread, and when that happened, he would be ready to get the news.
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Post by Draco on Jul 30, 2011 18:01:33 GMT -5
Drake was careful to walk around and pass out weapons to the townspeople. When he got tired of that he just tore the bag open and tosses the goods in the middle of the road, people running up and grabbing what they wanted or needed.
He stood back and watched for a few moments when a GSIS attacked him. He unsheaths the sword he picked up at Luna's and whacks the man, using the flat side of the sword. It wouldn't kill him, but he would be in a lot of pain. He'll allow others to kill the GSIS he took down.
He walks around the battlefield that used to be townsquare and continues to whack GSIS with the backside of his sword. Most were going down with a single hit, a few needed an added kick or push to KO them.
The battle seemed never ending, how many GSIS showed up to town anyhow?
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Post by Luna on Jul 30, 2011 18:22:25 GMT -5
Luna held on tight, the girls blood tasted different than Terra's. She then her the ever so satisfying scream of Celes. Screams of pain where something like music to Luna's ears, and she loved it. Which was a bad thing about the Mafia, because you had to keep your victim's silent.
She felt Miss Teal flail in attempts to get free, which didn't work. She then felt something kick into her stomach. It hurt pretty bad, making Luna stop biting and yelp, and clamped her eye's shut from the pain. She felt a foot skim her arm fur, Celes had missed. Luna felt like she was going to barf.
"It's too late. Even.... if you do kill me where I stand, that won't.... change anything for you. You really should not have... let me phone my butler,"
"What's your butler...Going to do to a ghost? Dust me to dea-" before Luna could finish, Celes dislodged Luna's claws and kicked her in the face. Luna felt the pain hit her like a brick, but before she could do anything she felt a knee come up and hit her chin, it made her teeth hurt. Luna covered her mouth with her hands then felt a foot on her chest. She heard a slight crack before falling backwards to the ground like an apple that fell out of a tree. She felt her head smack down on the ground.
Thing's went complete black and Luna could only hear a buzzing. She didn't feel anything for a second, then life whipped back to her. She opened her eyes and gasped in for air. Oh god the pain was horrible in her face, chest, and the back of her head. She spit out some blood, and a tooth or two. Luna managed to roll on her stomach and get on her hands and knee's, breathing in and out deeply.
She watched the blood from her nose, mouth and basically all of her face drip on the floor.
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Post by Avery on Jul 30, 2011 18:32:38 GMT -5
The GSIS men seem to be multiplying, if that's even possible. Apparently at the signs of trouble, the squad has funneled in additional help, called in the rest of the troops. Darkly, the Narrator decides that if someone in the Greater Splatterboard area wanted to commit a crime, now would be ideal. After all, what with the entirety of the GSIS currently entrenched in the battle in Netwaffle, there would be no response. Criminal would get away scott free.
As she slashes at yet another GSIS man, she is slightly distracted by the ghost battle still going on in the air above. Really, she thinks, these undeads could put their ghostly powers to better use. Outside of the dead mafiosos, the rest of the murdered people should want to help save the city, right? But no. Instead they flit around clawing at their killers, more concerned with their own good than the good of their surviving fellow citizens.
Breathing hard, bleeding slightly from the cheek and left arm, she suddenly notices Drake just a few feet away from her, heading off a particularly large GSIS member. She is glad to see he hasn't been felled, because even if she's never much liked him, well-- at least he's actually giving his all in this battle. Fighting for the town.
Stabbing at a passing GSIS man, she pulls close to Drake.
"There's so many of them," she says to him. "Maybe we oughta tag team. Two is better than one, eh?"
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Post by Draco on Jul 30, 2011 18:51:20 GMT -5
Drake was getting a little tired by the time Nelly came up. He took another step towards the crowd, standing on a pile of unconscious GSIS that he took down.
"Yeah, help could be good. These guys are endless."
He can see one GSIS running around ignoring everyone, firing sparks at ghosts... Odd.
He goes back to swinging at different GSIS.
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Post by Terra on Jul 30, 2011 19:02:11 GMT -5
"I-I've been okay... I haven't been killed, at least... Every exposed Mafia member scares me more and more. I mean, you and Luna were my friends...! And I don't enjoy it, but I want to protect my friends! ...What about you, Ter?"
“Nice to know you thought of me that way,” said Terra. “And I’m fine, thanks for asking. Except for the whole being dead thing. Thanks for that.”
"I know my friends will come back sometime, as ghosts. And I... am... not... NAIVE!"
Terra giggled.
“Look at you, getting worked up so easily! It’s awfully easy to wind you up, isn’t it?”
She paused. "Look, why don't you prove that you're not naive and actually do something for once? Get out there and fight for your town." She kicked Candy in the shin - or, well, kicked through it. "Come on. Or are you scared? Afraid that those strong, big men are going to kick you around like a football? You're never going to get anything accomplished if you don't do something."
She sighed. "I'm getting bored. See you around."
She floated behind Nelly, who was fighting a GSIS man.
"Hey," she said. "I noticed you didn't take my body. Thought I'd be too unappetizing for you? Don't blame you. Though I can't help but be a little offended."
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Post by Avery on Jul 30, 2011 19:07:46 GMT -5
The Narrator is glad for Drake's help, and the two have just fallen into a rhythm picking off GSIS guys when she feels a cold presence looming above her, glances up to see the ghostly form of Terra. The girl looks downright maniacal, spattered in what the Narrator can only guess is ghost blood. Truly a head-case, even if death.
"Hey," she said. "I noticed you didn't take my body. Thought I'd be too unappetizing for you? Don't blame you. Though I can't help but be a little offended."
The Narrator knows she really can't afford to give Terra any attention, not with the chaos going on around her, the chaos that could leave she, the Narrator, dead if she's not careful, but she can't ignore Terra's words. The girl knew. The barmy girl knew!
"I don't know what you're talking about," she breathes-- and true to her fears, the distraction allows a GSIS man to give her a heavy punch in the gut. The wind is momentarily knocked out of her, but the Narrator steals herself, returns the blow, her fist landing on the GSIS man's skull.
"I don't know why any body would be appetizing," the Narrator continues. "My pies are beef. 100% beef."
She tries to draw away from the dead girl, but it's not so easy: ghosts aren't encumbered by silly things like people rushing about and the potential of backing into a trigger-happy GSIS guy. Anywhere the Narrator can go, so can Terra.
"You're ridiculous," she prattles on, narrowly avoiding a bullet fired right at her. "Murdering your fellow townspeople, then torturing them even in death, and now... slandering my good name! Madness, this is madness!"
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