NTWF Mafia: The Little Country Town

[Lizzie]

Candy watched the GSIS agent-turned-tour guide chatter to his customers, heard Joseph singing his song. Adjusting her top hat, she felt the knife (which she still carried around, never know when a new Mafia could swoop in) in her Ugg boots and smiled. Drake had floated over to Terra, and a cat was running past.

Nearby, a tourist was driving along in his car.

"It's such a nice day," he said to himself. He didn't realize how fast he was going until he lost control of his big car... Right toward Candy, who was watching the ghosts enviously once again.

Of course, she did notice when she was run over, but by then, it was too late. Head-on collision, anyone?

Candy died. ((hey if deer can die from being run over, so can Candy >____>))

"Oh, this is fun," Candy's ghost said when it appeared. Nobody knew why the tourist had killed her with his car when she was wishing to be a ghost, but she sure wasn't complaining! She floated up to Drake's ghost and punched him in the face.

[Deleted]

After an immeasurable hiatus, Chane came back to run the deli. It was the best deli in the history of the universe with deep-fried chicken skin that made your heart stop without actually dying. It was amazing and you cannot deny this unless you want to be run over by a hapless tourist. Chane also gained the magical ability for everyone to see her, except when it was convenient for her, as was the case when she wanted to pour a bottle of champagne on their head. She could also float through customers, which freaked them out but also made them feel special because holy god guys a ghost just walked through them. She was the best chef ever and hired the deceased Nataliana VII as her sous chef, but Nataliana VII was such a good sous chef that Chane ceased to be the best chef ever and decided to destroy Nataliana VII and send her into the post-afterlife. It was a place where nobody could send postcards. Indeed, Nataliana VII was vanquished, as Chane roundhouse-kicked her into a black hole. And thus Nataliana VII ceased to exist. Chane's culinary status was never threatened again. Anyone who reckoned with her prowess was subjected to the Choking On Own Vomit punishment.

All was right with the world.

~ THE END ~

[Ginz ❤]

((Yay, one last post for closure))

Ever since she died, Madame Ginz had felt free and happier than ever. She enjoyed floating around the town, alternating between being invisible and making herself visible. She liked not having to work to put food on the table, as she didn't need to eat anymore. (She, however, still enjoyed Glenda's undead teas.)

She hadn't had a single vision (good or bad) since she became a ghost. Her inner eye, just like the eyes in her physical body, had closed. But that didn't stop her from making up crazy "prophecies" for the tourists. They kept coming to her 'haunted' tent as long as Ginz told them what they wanted to hear, and that's exactly what she did.

Life had been good for her. But death was better. Now and then, Madame Ginz wondered what had happened to Mr. Amati. He had been part of the mafia, and she knew it, but if rumors were to be belived, while he hadn't been a smart man, he wasn't a bad one either.

He wanted to make everyone happy, and wasn't Ginz happier now as a ghost? Ginz was hoping that one day, among the crowds of ghosts that haunted the town, she would find Mr. Amati, to say two words to him: Thank You. Who would have thought he had been right all along?

Ginz heard the wind chimes at the entrance of her tent. It was time for her to have fun making up insane predictions for another tourist. Yes. Death was good.

[Terra]

Terra abruptly stopped screaming and grinned at Celes.

"Hi," she said. "I was just kidding. Wanted to see if anyone would notice. But, you know, I haven't gotten into a real fight in a long time. You want to fight? Might be fun."

"Revenge?" giggled Candy,"You were the one who was killing people."

“Well, they killed me, too,” she said. “But like I said, I was kidding.”

She looked back at Celestial and drew her knife as Joseph started playing a song on his ghost guitar.

Then a car ran directly into Candy.

Terra jumped and looked around, worried.

It was clear that Candy was dead when her ghost floated out and punched Drake in the face.

“Oh, okay, everything’s fine,” said Terra. She turned back to Celestial, brandishing her knife. “Should we give all these lovely people a show, then?”

[Celestial]

Kidding? Well, you could never be too careful. But now that Terra was offering a fight, Celes was not sure she could refuse. It had been a long time since she could have a straight up fight. Most of the time, she had to possess something or someone in order to kick some butt. Although, this could get out of hand very easily, considering the fact that she was ready to kill every single mafia member six months ago.

Celes was a different person back then. Making this town safe for the tourists had, despite all other expectations, softened up her need for revenge. And like she said, she could use a workout.

Joseph began playing a song. It certainly was not a bad song but sadly, it distracted her from hearing the car coming. Too late did Celes react to it. Candy had already been hit.

Then again, Candy did not seem too bothered by her recent death, as evidenced by her swift delivery of one fist to Draco's face. There was no reason angsting about it, that should have been left to the tourist.

She turned back to Terra and grinned.

"Let's do this. I should warn you though, I might leave unexpectedly. Unlike you lazy mafioso ghosts, I have a job to do."

[Draco]

Drake jumped back (floated back?) from Candy holding his face.

"What was that for?! It's not like I hit you with the car!"

He floats back over to Candy, grabbing her, and pushing her into Terra and Cele.

---

Named Fluffypants points to the scene, ignoring the fact Candy was just killed in front of tourists.

"See! I told you things would get exciting if we stopped to watch. I found when multiple ghosts get together there is usually a small brawl. I call them, Ghost Brawls!"

A few of the tourists groan at the lame name, they've been putting up with everything being called Haunted, but that was just sad. However they do stop and watch.

"Rumor has it, the Ghost Mafia aren't the only mafia left in the town. Apparently there is a hidden mafia among the living still, but no one really knows who they are. They haven't killed anyone, but strange things happen and people believe it to be the new mafia. However I think the Ghost Mafia are far more entertaining."

Named watches the fight, trying to take bets from the tourists.

[Lizzie]

"What was that for?! It's not like I hit you with the car!"

Candy sweetly watched Drake go backward and pull his hands up to his face.

"That was for being in the MafiAHHHHH!" she ranted, her words turning into a scream-like squeal as she was pushed into Terra and Celes. Top Hat had been knocked off. She quickly regained her composure and said with a sad voice,"I should have poisoned you with your own poison."

Candy turned to Terra, reaching into her boot and grabbing the knife, which was the same one as the one from the fight. "Mind teaching me how to use this sometime?" she asked, before grabbing Top Hat. Crazy tourists would probably love to see knife practice.

Meanwhile, the tourist who had lost control of his car was freaking out.

"I killed a girl!" he sobbed. Candy thought about going over and comforting him, but she decided to let him suffer. Pulling her hair out of its ponytail, she waved to the man.

[icon]

Icon walked into his house and slumped down on the sofa after a long day working on articles. Ever since the incident, he had gone back to his normal, humdrum life. No more dashing heroics, no more magical typewriters, no more rampaging punch bowls, just back to plain old boring work. He was doing better now- his articles were getting him decent recognition, most of the tourists that stopped by usually picked up a copy of the Morning Edition.

He had kept in touch with Robyn's ghost. She had always remained chipper in her afterlife. He felt glad that even in death she had managed to do so well.

He missed her, though. Even after six months, he still hadn't gotten over her murder completely, and it felt like there was something missing. Ever since their... moment in that one back alley, he'd always felt a twinge of regret that he hadn't been able to see her eye to eye, that he hadn't been able to talk with her genuinely about her work, like the good old days.

He had always wanted to see her again, though- meet her eye to eye, as well, a ghost. He'd considered trying to pull it off a few times- he'd always been brought down to earth at the last moment. This time, though, something felt different. He felt... finished with his life. Everything he had done to that point seemed to wrap up. There was a sense of closure to it all.

He decided he would do it.

He couldn't tell Robyn, of course; she would have a fit, convince him otherwise. But he was in love, and love had the strangest way of working its toll on a person. He felt that it was probably for the best, and even if it wasn't he could still hang around and write up articles, right?

He had never told anyone about the stungun's second, lethal setting. He had kept it secret for as long as possible- why would he need it? He was a reporter, not a murderer. Nonetheless, he figured that if he was going to go, he might as well do it now or never.

Icon shrugged and headed toward his bedroom.

~~~

It didn't come as too much of a shock to him.

Actually, that was a lie; it was the biggest shock he'd ever receive. But all horrible puns aside, Icon's ghost rose up. Ignoring his body on the ground, he floated across town, paying no heed to the ghostly fight about to unfold.

Now where was that ghost cinema? He knew Robyn would be there, of course she would- she spent all her time talking about how gorgeous the place was. He grinned as he saw the deceased theater's entrance in its full glory. Practically bounding down the stairs, he floated into the theater with a smile. "Robyn?"

The cycle of murderous killing had ended; she had been the first to die*, while he was the last. The town was growing ever closer to returning back to normal- as normal as a town full of ghosts could be.

_{*Apart from the resident Floozy, of course. >_>}

[Robyn]

Robyn couldn't believe that Netwaffle had ever felt like a prison to her. Well...thinking back to her mortal state, it was actually pretty easy to remember how trapped she had felt. But as a ghost, she was neither grounded nor inhibited. (As long as she stayed away from any vortex typewriters, that is.) She didn't just have the world as her oyster; she had all the planets, galaxies, and universes for her own personal aquarium. She'd spent a good few months exploring them and thinking things out, glad to be free of the town that had held her captive for so long and comfortable with knowing that Icon was safely living his life as normally as he now could. The things she saw were beautiful, but she soon found space to be large and lonely. It wasn't long before she returned to the town that had witnessed her life and death.

As one might have expected, she went to the theater. Word had of course gotten around about her untimely demise, and the ghosts there had embraced her arrival with open arms, eager to employ her knowledge of film for the betterment of their establishment. Robyn was delighted to help out, and it wasn't long before she rose in the ranks of the theater's operations, working the projectors, choosing the hottest ghost films, and occasionally hosting her own premieres. (She'd managed to get a hold of a rather nice ghost camera of her own, and the afterlife had plenty of stories to get on film, not to mention her high-angles had never been better.) They'd even let her move into one of the nice ghost apartments they had stationed below the theater. It was a microcosm of the fame she'd always wanted. Even if she went home every night smelling like popcorn and cotton candy, she was happy...for the most part.

* * * * *

"Hey! Welcome to the theater! Hi! Oh, you look fantastic this evening. Theater 5 is on the left, mmhm! Hey there! Hi!"

Robyn stood at the base of the stairs and greeted the patrons flooding through the door above her. Her name tag glinted silver in the lobby's light, pinned to the smart little vest the theater's manager had given to her as a gift for her first premiere. She'd managed to obtain an adorable bowtie to complete the ensemble, and it had become her favorite outfit to wear to her movie nights. It covered up the blood on her shirt quite nicely. She supposed she shouldn't have been too embarrassed about her graphic appearance, seeing as some ghosts came to the theater sporting the results of their much more graphic deaths and injuries, but something about it just didn't seem professional to her. And professional attire never dies, she reminded herself.

The mantra reminded her of the one person who also believed in it, and she stifled a sigh as she tried to push him out of her mind. He was doing fine now, she was sure. They'd mostly kept in touch, but she never wanted to be too much of a bother to him. He was alive, and she was dead. That was all there was to it. Robyn had gotten this involved in the theater to distract herself, but there was still the moment every now and then that she found herself missing him. Now was one of those moments. Regardless, she kept the smile on her face as she welcomed the guests into her new domain.

"Robyn?"

The smile quickly up-ended itself into a jawdrop as Icon floated down the stairs. She blinked. Yes, he was definitely floating, and yes, he was definitely dead. A few guests began to stare (she hadn't been one to lose her composure during her time as host), but she hurriedly talked them on their way as she beckoned Icon over out of the way of the doors. They both floated over to a corner, and Robyn immediately shoved him back, nearly sending him through the close-by wall. Something inside her reveled in actually being able to touch him, but she was far too confused, angry, and elated to care just then.

"What in the world are you doing here?" she hissed. "It's only been six months! You were perfectly healthy last time I checked! Healthy and ALIVE! What happened? You look-- well, great, to be honest, but I was kind of expecting more damage if you'd been in a car accident or fallen down some stairs. I mean, only something like that could've killed you in this short of time, right?"

Robyn thought about it a bit more, and her eyes grew sad as she considered the other options.

"Or...oh, Icon. You didn't."

[icon]

"What in the world are you doing here? It's only been six months! You were perfectly healthy last time I checked! Healthy and ALIVE! What happened? You look-- well, great, to be honest, but I was kind of expecting more damage if you'd been in a car accident or fallen down some stairs. I mean, only something like that could've killed you in this short of time, right?" Haha, that was definitely Robyn alright. Always looking out for her friends- some things never changed. He found himself grinning like an idiot as she shoved nearly him through a wall, amazed that her hands didn't go through him like they had when he'd been alive. "Well, I was alive, and, well, I'm not now, and... about that."

The smile on his face faded like it had that fateful day, six months ago, when he first stumbled upon her body. "I... kinda... there was a..." And then he trailed off. He had no idea how to put it tactfully. There wasn't a way he could have gotten the message across to her.

It seemed that he didn't need to, though, as she had gotten it herself. "Or...oh, Icon. You didn't." He saw the sadness in her eyes, the realization of what had happened.

Well, by this point there was no way to avoid it. Giving a sigh, he turned to face her. "Yes, I... I did. Honestly, Robyn, it's better this way. Trust me. I've still got my typewriter, so if all else fails I could go back to writing for the Edition, but... it felt fine. I felt fulfilled, finished. Satisfied with what I'd done, there was closure to everything. Honestly... I'd say it was worth it... I'd been looking forward to being with the others again. And you. Believe me, I wouldn't want it any other way."

He smiled again. "Anyways, yeah, that's all there is to it. I figured I'd drop by and say hi. What have you been up to?"

[Luna]

Luna was watching things with Terra and Celes unfold when she saw Meowington float across town. He was dead? What happened to him? He disappeared forever and now he's back as a ghost? She wondered what happened. She was flying off when she saw Candy get hit by a car. She gasped. But Candy didn't seem to care being dead, or rather liked it. She floated up to Drake and punched him, and when he asked what that was for, she said because he was in the Mafia. Luna covered her muzzle with her hands.

She then saw Icon flying through the tow- Wait, Icon? Luna didn't believe it, had he finally cracked? He'd tried to kill himself like 5 times, but Robyn had always stopped him or he had realized what he was doing.

Luna groaned. "You know, if you guys where just going to kill yourselves, why did you let the Mafia do it. We would have been more than happy to slaughter you all." Luna shouted to them.

She sighed and floated to the old museum. It was made out of the once a ball room, then a interrogation center for the GSIS. All the chairs and stuff from the actual break where there, and so was Luna's chair. Luna's chair was knocked over, and had claw marks all down the arm.

She floated around, looking around at all of the stuff. Her collection of the killing knives was up in display. All the blood had come off from the fire on the blade, but the handles where stained pretty good. She floated up the the glass and looked at the knives. She remembered the nights.

Oh joyous times.

Luna floated around. She looked at the people. Some of them saw her, and freaked out a bit. They knew she was one of the original murderers. She would have liked to possess someone, but she couldn't possess humans. Only Canines. Luna found it to be kind of strange, considering that she was also human. But she shrugged.

The afterlife was okay for Luna.

She had made things right, and did what she needed to do.

((And that's probably my last post. ^^ Oh gosh this was so fun! ;w; Can wait to do it again!))

[Gelquie]

Glenda floated there for a moment, silent. Then she floated over to Draco and stood right in his face.

"So you were the one who killed me, and forced me to become a ghost forever? And you were the last member of the Mafia?" Glenda said in his face. She was silent for a minute, then she floated away again, spinning around.

"Guess that means less deaths," Glenda said. "Can't do much as a ghost, so I guess it works out. Oh, and it turns out I can make some lovely tea as a ghost. I really think it's better than my other teas. And somehow I managed it."

Glenda was silent for a moment at Draco's proposition. Then she laughed.

"You know, I bet it could be good for business. I bet if I work harder, I bet I can make the living drink it too. So I guess my teas can still calm in the afterlife. Hey, maybe I can still make my potions too. And while being a ghost? My potions will be simply wonderful."

Glenda laughed more as she floated in place excitedly. She was starting to like being a ghost.

[Gelquie]

Glenda was having a splendid time over the past 6 months. She eventually learned how to make her tea drinkable to mortals, as she had hoped. Her teas were better than ever. And she could still make all different kinds, but people still liked to refer to all of her teas as "undead teas". Glenda wasn't sure why people were getting excited by that, but Glenda didn't care. She's had so many customers. It wasn't really the money deal; Glenda found out later that she didn't need that much money now that she was dead. But just the fact that she could continue to create satisfied her.

The other ghosts seemed to get bored over time. Glenda never did, though. She still had so many potions to create. Of course, most of her customers still stayed away from them. Some of them tried one of her potions and then never again. But there was still the occasional risk-taker. It was at least more business with her potions than she ever had while she was alive.

Glenda was still never sure why some of the others didn't seem as happy, ghost or not. Were they just not doing enough in their afterlife? After all, Glenda's hands were still busy, even if those hands now mostly did telekinesis. But for some reason they just didn't seem as calm, no matter how many times Glenda offered them tea. She couldn't understand it.

She figured that it'd all work out eventually. The tension of the mafia was alleviated, right? There was no need for any more. And she decided to work as hard as possible to make her teas more calming than ever. Offer tea and converse with others.

Yes. Unlife was good.

((This'll be my last post in here, probably, so that I can catch up on other things. Thanks for the game!))

[Avery]

((Just a heads up guy, in a day or so I'll likely be merging all of the RP threads together and probably moving the whole deal to Memory Lane, so if you wanna get in any last words, now would be a good time. ^_^))

[Terra]

"Let's do this. I should warn you though, I might leave unexpectedly. Unlike you lazy mafioso ghosts, I have a job to do."

Terra grinned. “You’re on.”

But before she could start, she was interrupted by Candy.

"Mind teaching me how to use this sometime?" she said.

Her eyes widened. She had just punched Drake in the face for being Mafia, and now she was asking another mafioso for fighting lessons...?

She shrugged. “Sure. You can start by standing back and watching this.”

She took a fighting stance, looked Celes in the eye, and got ready to attack when she saw a familiar figure in the distance.

Icon.

A ghost.

What in the world...?

She was suddenly overwhelmed with all kinds of conflicting emotion, and she couldn't quite figure out what she was feeling.

She almost called off the sparring session...but if she did, what would she do then? What could she do? It would've been pointless.

She forced everything to the back of her mind. She could think about it later.

She looked at Celes. "You ready?"