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Post by Luna on Aug 1, 2011 14:19:08 GMT -5
After the town was rebuilt, Luna and her fellow Mafios haunted the hotel and scared the pants of anyone who stayed in the hotel. Luna missed being able to make swords and things, but she had kept the knives that she had made to kill everyone with as a memory of her living life.
Luna had tried to become friends with the dead townspeople. Some accepted her friendship, and others didn't want anything to do with her. Knowing that ghosts couldn't die, Luna sometimes fought with the other ghosts playfully stabbing at each other. It was a great way to scare people from hotel rooms.
Luna still lives on to this day, remembering the things she did in her mortal life. She has no regrets, and went down fighting. Luna was a proud Mafia member, and murder ran in the family blood.
Luna's only wish that she wished she had gotten married. She had never fallen in love, and she would have liked to have killed people with her husband by her side.
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Post by Terra on Aug 1, 2011 14:21:31 GMT -5
When the townspeople had hatched their plan to profit from the ghostliness of the town, she had decided that she might as well stick around for a little while.
She had begun haunting the people of the town partly out of boredom and partly out of a sense of revenge. However, eventually, the remaining townspeople started almost getting used to her hauntings as regular occurrences, and the fun was sucked out of it.
So, as the tourists began flooding in, she started haunting them. At first, she simply did all the ordinary haunting things, like appearing in their bedroom at night, howling and crying, or following them around by day, invisible, and whispering things in their ears. But soon, she began to just talk to them. She told dark, bloody, disturbing stories of her days in the Mafia. While some people were morbidly interested, she managed to traumatize several children and horrify many parents. It was an amusing way to pass the time, at least. On top of that, she found that she was actually quite a good storyteller. Maybe she could have tried her hand at writing. She might have done better than Drake, anyway.
After a while, she began to drop the horror and start having almost normal conversations with people. Some of them were boring, but some of them were quite engaging. She’d get into philosophical debates or discuss various TV shows (that she could only catch when someone else happened to turn on the TV, unfortunately).
It was strange, really, that Terra’s life came the closest to being what one might call “normal” only after she died.
These conversations were strictly limited to the tourists, though. She couldn’t have an ordinary conversation with a Netwaffler. Relations between the Mafia and the townspeople were still too strained.
She couldn’t blame them, really. She didn’t really want to talk to them, either.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2011 14:52:27 GMT -5
Ari had taken her estate back. She wasn't inheriting the place, obviously. It was a distant cousin who had gotten it, but she didn't want Ari's place. She already had her own life in Tabloid Town.
All that had happened was that her cat was now a little thief. Which she really didn't have to be, as Meowington was most certainly coming back to her. She had told him a million times to come to the house and live with her, in a manner of speaking. And she was still waiting for a proposal.
She looked out the window every day for those six months, hoping to see him come and declare that he loved her.
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Post by Avery on Aug 1, 2011 15:01:50 GMT -5
Nelly knows it would probably be a little crass to admit that she likes the town better with most of the residents dead, but well... she never was fond of most of them in their alive states, anyhow, and she must admit that since the town became all ghostly, business has been booming.
Most locals know better than to trust her pies after the ghostly Terra's outburst during the GSIS battle in which it became pretty clear her meat was human (which it wasn't anymore!), but tourists didn't know her sordid past. They munched on the morsels cheerfully, completely oblivious to the fact that her back room had once been filled with chopped up bodies.
While the murders were happening, Nelly had thought it was a stupid idea to move to Netwaffle. Now, she thought it was the best thing to ever happen to her. After all, real estate was now tight; there were no convenient places for eager businessmen and women to set up shop. She had come at the just the right time, really. Even if for a few days there had been cut and poisoned corpses turning up left and right, and some pretty nasty investigators...
All was well now, and that was all that mattered.
Also, money. Money mattered.
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Post by Terra on Aug 1, 2011 15:14:30 GMT -5
Terra was experiencing a moment of boredom.
There weren't any interesting tourists around the hotel to talk to. Did she dare venture into the town square?
Of course she did. Why wouldn't she?
She drifted down the streets invisibly, contemplating how she wanted to enter. She was in the mood to be dramatic.
Eventually, she settled on something simple.
She made herself visible in the center of the square and started screaming.
"REVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENGE!"
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Post by Celestial on Aug 1, 2011 15:14:50 GMT -5
Luna was clearly in pain. Celes smiled a little as she watched the whole scene. She could not say that she was not enjoying herself as Pastor Williams tortured the ghost. It was ample revenge, both for the town, the murder of her parents and her own murder. She was not the target of that prayer so it did not affect her too much, at least not in any way she could not ignore. The pain from her arm was much more severe anyway.
Suddenly, Luna shot up and through the ground. Celes was about to curse but then she remembered who she was with. Pastor Williams lowered her arms and turned to her.
"She did appear to be in a lot of pain. Don't worry, this happens. What do you want me to do?" he asked. Celes scowled.
"Go after her, of course! She's probably gone to the surface again!" the girl shouted and floated out of the theatre, going back into the sewer. Pastor Williams barely had time to pick up his bag before running to try and catch up with Celes. He was worried about her. The look she had in her eye as he tortured that ghost did not escape him. When she first visited his church, she was different. Out for revenge, certainly, but it was a proactive kind of revenge, the rare kind that had the side effect of making other people's lives better, one that crossed over with justice. This one was just hatred.
Celes flew to the top ahead of the Pastor who had the disadvantage of not being able to float everywhere. As soon as she emerged, she saw Luna ahead of her talking to Drake. She listened to their conversation. It seemed that the townspeople, in particular Icon, had gotten the last mafia member. There was no point to torturing Luna anymore.
And yet, there was. Celes wanted to take everything out on somebody. She wanted to watch her squirm and die in agonising pain for everything that was done to her. All the pain of losing her parents, of watching her friends die, of dying herself...for all her love of being a ghost, the truth was that Celes missed being alive. While she was alive, she could at least pretend she was happy. But she had been robbed of that. She could now only be herself. And she hated the mafia for it. They did not even deserve this half-live. They deserved nothing but the black void of nothingness.
Pastor Williams had crawled out of the sewers, filthy and wet. Celes glared at him. He shivered but despite it, he met her gaze.
"Well, aren't you going to finish her?" the girl spat. "Even better, finish them both off!"
"Both of them? Why, Miss Teal, if you do not mind me asking?" the pastor replied cooly. Celes bit her lip.
"They're both mafia! He's the last mafia member! Are you going to let them live as ghosts?!" she screamed, unable to contain her rage. It was Pastor Williams' turn to glare. To her great surprise, Celes shrunk under it. It made sense that an exorcist as good as him would be able to make any ghost cower.
"Miss Teal, back when we first made our agreement, you told me that you would protect this town. You wanted to be prepared for everything and I agreed with your goals. They were noble and selfless. I came here and agreed to use my skills to extract information out of that ghost for that reason. But now, with the last mafia member dead, this town is safe. Those ghosts will do no harm," he said with a sharp tone. "I am a man of God, Miss Teal. I will not help you or condone your petty, pointless revenge."
Celes was stunned. She should have predicted this but in her bloodthirst, she did not even consider that somebody else might have different ideas to her. Foolish. However, the pastor's refusal only served to fuel her anger.
"They could hurt someobody else! As long as they are still around, this town will never be safe! Get rid of them all, now! That will be justice! I'll cut off all the funds to your church otherwise!" she shouted like a petulent child. But Pastor Williams was unshaken.
"You swore to protect this town, did you not? To me, this does not look like protecting. I see the way you look at them, blaming all the wrongs of this world on them. You do not want justice, you want revenge" he stated. "When they do cause trouble, I will be there. And that goes for you too."
Celes deflated. She looked at the ghosts then back at Pastor Williams. As much as she hated to admit it, he was right. She was letting her lust for revenge get the better of her.
"I'm sorry. You're right, I got...carried away," she muttered, unable to think of a better world.
"It's alright. I'm glad I was able to talk you out of it though. I was afraid you would lunge at me first," Pastor Williams said with a nervous laugh. "Besides, this does not have to be the end. You can still make a great guardian angel for this town. I look forward to it, Miss Teal."
With those words, the pastor gave her a curt nod and started walking back to his car, casually sidestepping any GSIS men who looked more perplexed at what an Anglican priest was doing here than preoccupied with stopping him.
Celes watched him go before becoming invisible and returning to her Manor. She had a lot to think about.
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Post by Celestial on Aug 1, 2011 15:32:07 GMT -5
She managed to prove that she was still technically alive as far as the law was concerned. That meant that her manor and her money would still belong to her and not her cousins in Tabloid Town. They did not look too unhappy about it though. It wasn't like they had any use for the mansion anyway, although the more Celes thought about it, the more she figured her cousins were gnashing their teeth at the memory of giving her place up so easily. They never expected the town to become such a tourist magnet, which really was just as well.
However, her servants had drifted away. The only one who remained was Albert, loyal as ever and only then that was because his sense of pride and loyalty did not allow him to leave somebody who needed him. Plus he figured he could get used to a ghostly mistress over time and this job was not too bad. He would get it keep it for the rest of time, which was a much better prospect than any other in the surrounding countryside.
Celes had thought long and hard about Pastor Williams' words. She had given up on guarding the town after she died, really being only in it for revenge under the guise of doing her duty. But as tourists began to flock in, so did criminals and other unsavoury folks. The girl decided it was time to take up the mantle that she had been training for.
Rumours began to spread through the town of a mysterious ghostly protector who would often swoop in at the last moment and avert any disaster that was about to happen, whether it be a criminal or an accident or anything. The ghost kept especially close tabs on the former mafia members. Of course, it never did anything to them but it was always there in the dark, watching.
Which is why when Terra cried revenge in the middle of the town square, Celes was there. She stepped out of the shadows and tapped her on the shoulder.
"I really hope you don't mean that," she said calmly but coldly. "Because if you're going to make trouble, I don't mind the workout."
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Post by Draco on Aug 1, 2011 15:42:49 GMT -5
Drake floats over to Glenda.
"Yep, they got me, and when I say they, I mean Icon. It seems the poison I used on you should have been thrown away much earlier. In hindsight I should have left it at Luna's place."
He floats around her.
"And yes, it was I who killed you. But it had nothing to do with the tea."
He looks around the shop and at the tea Glenda was drinking.
"So you somehow managed to make tea as a ghost? That could be profitable in the future."
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The cats walk over to Ari's cat Mimi and drop the wallet in front of her, and walk off. They made sure to take their cut all ready. After all, they had more work to do if they were going to become the new mafia of this town.
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Post by Luna on Aug 1, 2011 15:47:27 GMT -5
Luna was floating around, clearly visible, checking out everything happening in the town. It had been come so full of life once everyone died. Ironic. She was about to go see what the other ghosts where doing, when she heard Terra scream. She turned around and saw Terra. Luna didn't take surprise to this. Terra was weird and liked to do things like that.
She usually never talked to Terra, unless she had to. After Luna attacked her, they never really met eye-to-eye. Then Celes came out of the shadows, and made sure she was not doing anything.
Luna floated toward them.
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Post by Lizica on Aug 1, 2011 16:06:17 GMT -5
The day was clear and pleasantly warm. It was the sort of day that the weatherman’s ghost would have loved to predict. Esther Rickshaw took her wide-brimmed hat and a bag of novels, and with her cane she hobbled down the steps to the library and out the front door. Out of habit, she removed the ring of keys from her pocket and prepared to do up the locks. Then she paused, glancing down at the heavy keys. She reflected how long they had weighed her down, and what little good they did, now that most of the town was made up of ghosts.
She coolly tossed them in the flower patch beside the front steps and left the front door unlocked as she made her way down the path.
A warm pie from Nelly’s, some cool iced tea from Glenda’s, and a good book on a warm day. Small talk with some tourists too nervous to speak with the ghosts. And afterwards, Ms. Rickshaw clipped some flowers from her garden and traversed to the far side of town to place each one on one of the many graves there. She doubted the ghosts really gave much thought to the gesture, but it was the little things, she knew, that made Net-Ghostwaffle a pleasant place.
She saved the leftover morning glories and put them in a vase when she returned to the library. She propped her cane against the reference desk, and, sipping her tea and reading her book, Ms. Esther Rickshaw sat and waited for the inquisitive few that she knew would wander in, ask a question, or check out the old history books.
((EDIT to say how much I enjoyed this game! ^_^ Thank you for letting me join in for the little parts I did. I loved reading your posts and looked forward to finding out what would happen next. Reading it made me laugh, shudder, and even almost cry a few times. Expertly done, Netwafflers. =D Thank you!))
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Post by Draco on Aug 1, 2011 16:13:44 GMT -5
Drake's books were actually selling now. Apparently being a dead mafia member makes books sell. However all his profits went to his cousin in the Kingdom of Dunburrow... Something he couldn't really help. He managed to get a new book published since being a ghost. It took a while, but he managed to figure out how to type up the book as a ghost. The book was all about the life as a mafioso. It sold like crazy, he did manage to get the profits for that book.
When he wasn't writing, he haunted the hotel. One of his favorite things to do was float above sleeping couples with his sword, make a loud noise, then freak them out. It never got old. And like the others, he sometimes just talked to people as well, he didn't care if they were townspeople, tourists, or the other ghosts, he just talked.
Floating through town wondering what to do he heard Terra, and flies over to see what's going on.
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Post by Lizzie on Aug 1, 2011 16:29:48 GMT -5
Candy still hadn't gotten over Drake. But, she figured, you can't really hurt a ghost.
She still worked part-time at Nelly's bakery, baking things beside pies, but usually, she took people on horse rides across the ghost-ridden town. She had tried to teach Nelly how to make cakes, but tourists really liked pies. And riding her horses. Life was good.
Candy was bored, sitting lazily in the town square, watching tourists and ghosts alike. Suddenly, Terra was screaming for revenge.
"Revenge?" giggled Candy,"You were the one who was killing people."
She stared enviously at Terra, silently wishing she were a ghost, too... But what could she do? The mafia was no more.
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Post by Nova on Aug 1, 2011 17:01:11 GMT -5
(This post will be my last <3 Mafia was a lot of fun, and thank you everyone who participated! Congratulations Townsfolk!)
Meowington was hidden in Joseph's old estate, a tad bit longer than six months. Fortunately during his days as butler, he made sure that the pantry would always be well stocked, and the food supply after all this time was still decent.
However, it's been lonely. Even though he wanted to be left alone for a long time, to recollect his thoughts and then make an informed decision, seeing no one in six months had been quite a toll on the man.
At least the loud racket of the mafia and townsfolk was ended. He saw through the attic window that the pitiful townsfolk - all of two left - survived, and the mafia was defeated. And something about the GSIS left too, though he wasn't completely concerned about that. He hid in the trapdoor cellar when they searched the manor, and since they didn't find anything, they never came back.
But now, everybody he was friends with, were dead. Ariana, Madame Ginz, Joseph Maximillian, Miss Celes.. all dead. There was nothing left for him in the Netwaffle. Just loneliness, and despair.
He should leave. With the mafia gone, the taxi's were coming back, especially with the tourist boom. What was once quite the literal ghost town was now a tourist hot spot. He could go to Tabloid Town and settle there. The Forum Gates, though quite a ways away, was also booming economically, so he should be able to find work there. He would find friends, maybe a family. Maybe meet another employer like Joseph. There hasn't been anything new to snoop through for a very long time.
But... he would never find anyone like Ariana again. No. Never again.
Plus, being alive brings so much heartache. Stress. Trying to make ends meet. And watching your closest friends pass on... everybody expires. eventually.
He thought for a moment. There was a revolver underneath his bed. Leftover rope in the basement. There was a chef's knife in the kitchen drawer. A candlestick in the conser- no, there wasn't a conservatory in Joseph's mansion.
He knew there was only one way to be with his friends and his beloved. And he'd rather be with them for the rest of eternity.
He took a deep breath, and slowly made his way to the bedroom.
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He blinked. It was a weird blink though, it didn't feel normal.. oh wait, what was he seeing? His...his body! Slowly, Meowington's ghost made his way higher. The room was a familiar sight; it was Meowington's own quarters. The only difference was seeing his dead body on the floor next to his bed. Weird, he thought, not used to seeing myself without a mirror.
He shifted to the left, and moved to the right again. Ghostly mechanics were quite a bit different than his human body parts, but he would adjust in time. In fact, it was actually quite fun. Meowington knew he was going to enjoy being a ghost, being able to float through walls and be with... his friends... and Ariana..
He screamed for joy out loud, then covered his mouth. It was so weird! He wasn't used to it. But he didn't want to dawdle. He had some people to meet.
He floated out of the mansion, and saw several ghosts in town. There was Joseph Maximillian III, Miss Celes Teal, Chane Moura and Luna. He then saw Madame Ginz, and gave her a wave. Then, in the corner of his eye, he saw Ariana's Mansion.
He floated closer, and closer. The grin on his face grew wider and wider. He entered the mansion, and looked through every room until he saw her. She looked at him and smiled.
And he smiled back.
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Post by Draco on Aug 1, 2011 17:54:27 GMT -5
Nameless walked the streets leading a group of tourists. Since the GSIS invasion and the deal with the Mafia was over, he quit his job. He laid low in town for a while, and slowly began to blend in until he was a member. Now he works as a tour guide through town. The Haunted Deli, The Mysterious Bakery, the Haunted News Paper, The Haunted... Well you get the idea, everything had Haunted slapped on it.
The day the war ended in town, he noticed something. He felt lighter. His Ghost Sparker was gone, which he still wanted back since it costed him a lot of money... But his wallet was also stolen. He found it later, without any cash, and he took it as a sign to start fresh, which is what he did. He burned the wallets contents and got a shady cat to get him a new identity. Now he was known as Named Fluffypants. Not very good, but what do you expect when a cat is giving you a new identity. So Named Flufflypants was his name, and he used it proudly as he guided tourists through the town.
He stopped in town square as the ghosts of the Mafia started to gather.
"Stop folks, it looks like we may be getting a small show. Let's wait and see."
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Post by Jayeee on Aug 1, 2011 18:05:36 GMT -5
((Ginz is wholly to blame for the following post!)) Joseph Maximillian III appeared in his ghostly form on the bench in the town square. He’d kept himself hidden mostly after he’d died. After all, who’d want to hang around with the people who had killed him? Most people, by the looks of the town. He was disgusted to see that even more common tourists had started arriving, and all of the civilian ghosts remained too. What a pity, he was hoping to enjoy his afterlife in peace. Well, at least the GSIS were gone. So they had that. Sitting on the town square’s bench, Joseph was holding a ghostly guitar. He didn’t know where it came from, there were some very strange things in the afterlife, but who was he to question? It gave him something to do at least. Because on top of being exceedingly handsome, charming and incredibly skilled at golf, tennis, and giving commands, he was also an extremely good musician. Joseph Maximillian III took a look at the dastardly town that he had lived in for some long. Oh how he hated it. He strung a note and opened his mouth. “Well here we are again; It's always such a pleasure. Remember when you tried to kill me twice? Oh how we laughed and laughed, Except I wasn't laughing. Under the circumstances I've been shockingly nice! “You want your freedom? Take it; That's what I'm counting on. “I used to want you dead, but Now I only want you gone” Joseph Maximillian III saw Meowington out of the corner of his eye; as a ghost. He shook his head. Despite the fact that Meowington had deserted him and left him to die, he couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit of pity for the man. “He was a lot like me; (Maybe not quite as charming), Now little Meowington is dead here too. One day they strung me up, So I could hang forever. It's such a shame the same will never happen to you” He shook his head at the people still alive, bustling around town. Like that young girl who had thrown his tea and stolen his hat. “You've got your short sad life left That's what I'm counting on! I'll let you get right to it Now I only want you gone “Goodbye my only friend. Oh, did you think I meant you? That would be funny if it weren't so sad. Well you have been replaced, I don't need anyone now. When I delete you maybe I'll stop feeling so bad. “Go make some new disaster; That's what I'm counting on. You're someone else's problem, Now I only want you gone. Now I only want you gone. Now I only want you...” He faded out of view and his last note echoed. “Gone.”
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