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Post by Kristykimmy on Apr 14, 2014 9:58:10 GMT -5
The first to reach her happened to be Kylie Devon. Anna inwardly sighed with relief, one of four, and hoped the others would answer soon. "Anna... They... Lili..." Kylie was shaking her head, seeming to have a hard time putting together a sentence. "We... We need to stop Morty. He... He's gone too far. He locked us all in and left us to..."Kylie gulped, "To die..."“Calm down, Kylie. I know, we'll find him. Just I'm, what happened?” Dr. Parker walked up, looking grim. He looked away as he said, "I'm fine, Miss Dywight. Unfortunately, the same can't be said for Miss Liliana Parker. She was murdered by the mafia."Anna buried her head in her hands. Why had this happened again? Why hadn't she been faster getting those doors open? Now poor Liliana was gone too. Lucille led Kylie away, and she spied Cheryl across the room, she had Christopher. There was talk of using her car to get the bodies to the morgue. She agreed, unlocking the doors and opening the truck so Dr. Stabstrike and Dr. Parker could load the bodies in. Once they had been unloaded at the morgue, she drove Dr. Parker back to his office. She sat parked at the curb for a minute, thinking. She looked the meter on the dashboard, she still had a mostly full tank of gas. She had nothing better to do than cruse around the town and see if she spotted anything suspicious, such as Morty and his cousin. She looked over at the office, considering inviting the vet. However, she decided against it. He was alive and needed rest, unlike her. “What was that phrase? 'I'll sleep when I'm dead'? I think I was lied to. Well, Morty, I think it's time we met face to ectoplasm. You'd better hope you're better at hiding than you were as a detective,” Anna said aloud as she began to drive. First order of business would be to find Cheryl. The reporter had to know more about the town than anyone, she might know where to find Morty. If they got to him first, the vigilante killings might stop, and Morty would live to face justice. She drove back to the theater hoping to find the reporter. Anna learns of the death of Liliana Parker from Kylie and Evan. She helps transport the bodies to the morgue and drops Dr. Parker back at his office. She decides to join in the hunt for Morty. She drives back to the theater to see if Cheryl is still around, hoping the reporter will have the inside scoop on where to look. |
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Post by TJ Wagner on Apr 14, 2014 11:53:11 GMT -5
Miko watched the scene unfold with curiosity, as she wondered what she should do. She had moved away from her own body because she didn't like looking at it, which was odd in one sense. She had completely accepted she was dead, but staring down at her own lifeless form felt perverse somehow. She was both surprised and touched by those who seemed affected by her death. While she was certain that it was more of the act of watching someone slain before their very eyes that caused their reactions, she was still touched. She had thought herself too much of a nobody, too invisible, for anyone to even notice. Rilen had screamed and Barbra had thrashed about. How she wanted to comfort them, but it seemed that her snowboarder friend was one that was not gifted with the ability to see ghosts. She could stay by his side and offer warm thoughts, but that was all. For now, it had to be enough. Another murder happened, although this one lacked the audience of her own death. Still, she was hurt that another innocent person had died. What was going on here. This wasn't the Aifam Cove that she had known. This was Hell. To the tourists who always wondered through during their season, it looked pleasant and welcoming, but all that was just enough window dressings to disguise this place like a false paradise. Miko only wished she had known sooner. That man from the Burger Hut (What was his name? Marty? No, that wasn't it.) came strolling in later to announce how this was all his doing. Well, she guessed every Hell needed its false angels. Somehow that smug, stupid man thought he was doing good by locking everyone up here. In every sense, he was to blame for her current non-corporeal form, but she oddly wasn't mad at him. He was too stupid and ignorant for her to waste such a strong emotion. No, there was one she already had all of her anger directed at. Professor Bardsley. She had only spoken to him directly once when he had came into her shop, but at the time he had seemed nice enough. She knew that he had quite the reputation in time as many a young woman was a part of his fan club, but she was most certainly not a member. This isn't to say that she had suspected him or anything. That would be a lie and manipulation of hindsight. Honestly, she hadn't had any real opinion of him, until now. Some of the first words she had heard as a ghost was him chuckling and saying how she was too cliché or something. In those early moments of revelation, his words had been so arrogant that she had wanted to punch him square in the face. She was unsure how much damage her immaterial hands could have done to his immaterial face, but she still balled her translucent fists. Now, the mob was going after Morty (That was his name!), which that horrible professor said seemed like would be a good show. She should just let them. After all, he was the reason that she was dead, but she wanted to stop the bloodshed in this town. She could call out to the crowds, but only a select few would even hear her. Gathering her strength, she shouted at the top of the lungs. "What can I do to help?" Miko reflects on her own death and mourns the more recent one. Her anger is directed to Professor Bardsley instead of Morty and hopes that she can stop more deaths. She cries and asks if there is anyway for her to help. |
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Post by PFA on Apr 14, 2014 12:19:07 GMT -5
On his way out of the theatre, Professor Bardsley noticed a ghost woman pass by him, heading inside. He didn't recognize her as an Aifam Cove resident, which he found a little... odd. Ghosts from out of town coming in? Perhaps ghosts were attracted to the presence of other ghosts? Granted, he didn't have encyclopedic knowledge of everyone in town, so perhaps it was just someone he didn't know very well. He shrugged it off for now, looking out into the town and wondering where the angry mob had gotten off to. And then, he heard a name that caught his attention: "Wafflenet." He raised an eyebrow, glancing back toward the theatre. He'd just been reading a rather expansive book on Wafflenet last night, and found it curious that someone else was mentioning it. As Cassidy and Jonathan followed the others outside, Professor Bardsley drifted back inside, searching for the source of the voice. Had this person had made the same connection between Wafflenet and Aifam Cove as he had? When he got there, he saw the ghost woman from before, speaking with that child detective he'd seen wandering around town, and the ghost of the delusional gamer. From what he could gather of the conversation, the woman had also read the book, as she was describing its contents very eloquently. From the look of it, she was also a scholar, and had apparently done an extensive study on Wafflenet. "It was beautiful," she said with a laugh. "History in the making and I cannot tell you how proud I am of being part of it!"Wait a minute... a part of it? Was this woman from Wafflenet? Looking over her again, he realized—he did recognize her. It was Dr. Pallada, the author of the book on Wafflenet. "But of course, as even the layperson knows, history repeats itself? If that is what is happening here..." Dr. Pallada gazed at the gruesome scene around her, seeming pleased. "Then I have no time to waste! I must keep researching!""It really is a fascinating study, what has happened here," Professor Bardsley agreed. "I was surprised just how quickly society collapsed when they realized what had befallen this peaceful town. Within just a few days, there have been over a dozen deaths... several of them at the hands of the frenzied townspeople." He gave another one of his serene smiles. "If you'd like, I'd be happy to help you with your research... Dr. Pallada, yes?" As Cassidy and Jonathan follow Lucille and Cheryl, Professor Bardsley overhears Pallada, and heads back inside to listen to her speech. He offers to help her with her research. OPERATION MURDERSHIPPING IS GO |
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Post by Avery on Apr 14, 2014 13:25:55 GMT -5
Nathan did not immediately respond to Bea's murmured response for him to escort her back to the inn-- but Bea did catch Lucille trying to convince Kylie to not take the prudent route, and instead come along with her as the nun went Morty-hunting: "...I'd be happier if you came with me. You don't have to take part in the hunt like I'm planning to but I can't let either of you go." Bea was not in the mood for an argument. The thought of it made her head pound even worse. But... so many people had died, several in the past few hours alone. She couldn't just let this nun drag Kylie off onto a wild goose chase for the man who'd single-handedly killed a great number of the dead. That was... that was-- madness! And if Lucille wasn't lying when she insisted that Kylie couldn't die, then why the hell was she nevertheless insisting on putting Bea's daughter in danger? "Lucille," Bea said. "I-- if you really love my daughter... then don't take her with you. Why would you willingly expose her to danger?" She looked at Kylie. "Come back with me, love. We... I'll help you with the horses and we... we can stay safe together. How about it, Lenore?" She realized her mistake before the word had even wholly registered in Kylie's brain. She wished she could take it back, but she couldn't. Instead, she just stared at Kylie, a feeling of dread coursing through her. "I'm sorry," she murmured. "Kylie. I didn't mean that... I... I..." Her voice trailed off. Bea tries to tell Lucille that if Lucille really loves Kylie, she won't bring her along Morty hunting. Bea then tries to convince Kylie to come back to the inn, but accidentally calls her Lenore. |
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Post by Rosalie Dylas (Maddy) on Apr 14, 2014 13:38:22 GMT -5
Many people seemed to agree, killing Morty was bad. But it still seemed the large mob was running after Morty. They'd have to stop them. Morty dying wouldn't fix anything. “You’re right, Chris…but if it gets dangerous, get out of there, okay? I don’t want you to get hurt.”He looked at her very seriously, "Of course Cheryl, I pinkie promise." He wasn't going to be very helpful. What could he do? Nothing much. He'd be a hindrance. Was it selfish of him? Would it be better for him to leave? He couldn't get in the way. Someone's LIFE was on the line. Was his own comfort worth that? He'd be super careful. He wouldn't get in the way. He'd stay right next to Cheryl the entire time. "We have to catch up to him before they..." he trailed off. Before they killed him and left him in an alley somewhere. "That isn't going to happen, we aren't going to let it." he said more to himself than anyone in particular. The end had to be near. And they all lived happily ever after. Right? I'm off my game. Christopher promises to leave when there's danger then gets ready to go Morty hunting |
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Post by Celestial on Apr 14, 2014 14:03:17 GMT -5
Diana turned around to the sound of the voice. It was the man that she passed by, he had returned. And what was more, he sounded educated! "It really is a fascinating study, what has happened here. I was surprised just how quickly society collapsed when they realized what had befallen this peaceful town. Within just a few days, there have been over a dozen deaths... several of them at the hands of the frenzied townspeople. If you'd like, I'd be happy to help you with your research... Dr. Pallada, yes?" She smiled widely at the man. Finally, here was somebody who understood the importance of the research. Not somebody who cared about things like lives or innocents. Lives were cheap and nobody was truly innocent, both concepts were simply constructs, fluid constructs which changed meaning with the ebb and flow of time. Words, words which meant nothing. All words meant nothing but only words could express thoughts. It was a shame that they had to be so flawed. "Yes, I am Dr. Diana Aurora Pallada. And it pleases me that somebody understands and even more that the cycle of history has repeated itself. It would be my pleasure to work with somebody who knows how important it is to study such phenomena. Humans are so predictable and yet so unpredictable, it is a fascinating paradox," she hovered over to the man. She was rarely one to notice such things, she was usually too busy with her research, but he was oddly handsome. It was either that or how alike they seemed. "Perhaps you can show me around? I assume you're part of the group who started this, nobody else has such deep understanding of the problem. They all run about like headless chickens, looking for somebody to blame," she laughed at the thought. "And your name is? I assume you must be a Doctor or a Professor." Diana contemplates how lives were cheap and words were meaningless. She then hovers over to Bardsley and, after noting he is handsome, asks him to show her around the town and explain what has happened so far as well as asking his name |
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Post by Nova on Apr 14, 2014 14:06:57 GMT -5
(Sorry for the very very late post D: been busy with life and superlatives) He had been very sick. The stench of the corpse in the movie house. The screaming aftermath of the murder. Morty locking them in the movie, condemning two of them to die. All he could do was throw up in the trashcan behind the concession counter. There was so much misery. Now, there was a chase going on against Morty. Fighting death with death? It wasn't working. Maybe it worked for the other towns he read about in the news. But it wasn't working for Aifam Cove, and the morgue was only piling up. "Nathan?" she called, hoping to see him in the crowd. "N-Nathan, would you like to walk me back to the inn? I'm... I'm not feeling so well..."He wanted to go help. He wanted to. Unfortunately he barely got two feet before he fainted. His temperature was high, he hadn't eaten very healthily. There was no nutrition in a bag of M&M's and other assorted candies, and the the theatre didn't have water in the building at all. Instead all they had were gallons upon gallons of soda. He awoke by the theatre doors thirty minutes later, fever high, no one to help him. He could barely think, the only word he could come up with was "Inn". It replayed in his mind. "Inn," he spoke barely audibly, as he started walking towards it. Nathan is sick due to the killings, he starts walking from the theatre to the Inn. |
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Post by Diana on Apr 14, 2014 14:50:39 GMT -5
"Alright, Mr. Hero-whoever-you-are," the NPC began. "We need to figure out who the people behind these murders are and crack the case.”Well, that sounded promising – maybe this NPC was more than just one of those indestructible little cheaters that followed him all around Whiterun and asked him to make them invisible. ( Everyone knew that Invisibility could only be cast on Self!) Still, her name-recognition could use some work. “Winston Teakes, at your service,” he interjected. “Though you could have just moused over me.” ”Now, I've got an ace up my sleeve,” she continued, “but I don't want to risk shooting a hole in the cards, because the last time I gave it a look the whole town blew a fuse, and I do mean that literally."Ooh! She had gum! Winston knew that didn’t actually restore any HP, but that gave her a Charisma boost. Was she a fellow practitioner of Style, this world’s form of magic? He almost asked her for a piece, but frowned when he recalled his current, item-incompatible state. ”If we want to get this done properly, I'm gonna need you to get me some research, maybe some books down from the Library, perhaps. Get me... I need..." Winston leaned forward curiously. It looked like a fetch quest, but what did she need? "Get me information on the town of Wafflenet."“Wafflenet? Is that another world location?” Winston’s heart leapt. Maybe he was about to unlock a new map! “Wafflenet?” came a third voice. Winston whirled. A ghost was floating in the theater’s mouth, a thin smirk upon her face. She was a woman, or a paper-white specter of one – she cast a pale glow on the ground around her. From the look in her eyes, though – he doubted she was benevolent. Ally NPCs didn’t have that kind of stare. His hand drifted down to his side. This wasn’t friendly exposition. "I am the expert on Wafflenet,” she continued. “For full information, I will direct you to my monograph but I can give you a quick summary, since I expect you will be too stupid to understand it. Wafflenet came about as a result of a provoking factor, that is the Wafflenet Mafia, pulling at the right threads to destabilise the town.”By the Divines – this wasn’t exposition. This was a monologue!
“It is commonly known even by your sort that in a tragedy humans look for a scapegoat, as they did in the Black Plague by burning witches and killing cats, and Wafflenet was no exception. They killed their own in a desperate panic to try and eliminate us,” Us? Winston didn’t miss the inflection (which was impressive for him, since usually he skipped past villain textwalls. “which resulted in the breakdown of the fabric of the society of the town, paradoxically in an attempt to restore order. It culminated in an irreversible collapse of the infrastructure and social constructs of the town."The ghost cackled abruptly. "It was beautiful. History in the making and I cannot tell you how proud I am of being part of it! But of course, as even the layperson knows, history repeats itself. If that is what is happening here… Then I have no time to waste! I must keep researching!"Determination surged in him like a freshly downed Strength potion. His lightsaber hummed to life, casting a bright blue glow across the dark room. He wasn’t going to let this villain monologue in front of him and get away with it! If this was to be a boss battle… he was spoiling for a fight. “I am a defender of good and protector of the innocent!” he shouted, pointing his blazing lightsaber at the ghostly villain. “I will not let you spread your disease to the people of Aifam Cove! I will win!” He sprang into the air, lightsaber held aloft in a vast downward sweep… but was foiled by the lack of contact between his feet and the ground. With a snarl that was more embarrassment than anything else, he regained his phantom footing and opted for the more time-worn, less flashy method. “FOR AIFAM!” he yelled, and charged. Winston's meeting with the maybe-not-completely-useless child NPC is cut short by the arrival of a villain! With monologues and everything!
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Post by Gelquie on Apr 14, 2014 14:57:28 GMT -5
Too many things were happening at once. People had taken brief moments to try to calm her down (she must still appear panicked) before going off to either join the mob or stop the mob. Before anything could happen, Kylie felt herself in Lucille's arms again before being given a kiss. Despite the lingering doubts in Kylie's brain, she couldn't help but return the kiss. Even though things were going bad... She didn't want them to. She didn't want this situation to happen at all, really. She wanted to be with Lucille, to explore their relationship, to ride freely on her horses without fear of murder, to... Heck, she wouldn't even mind trying to care for her drunken mother over the murders. At least that had a smaller chance of the town she grew up in dying around her. "Hush. We all die in the end, that is the will of the Weewoo. But just because that's true doesn't mean we should let Morty or the mafia kill us, or that we should kill them," Lucille whispered. "You should look after yourself, Kylie. I'm so scared that one day, I'm going to find you as a corpse. I don't know what I would do. You go back with your mother and Nathan to the inn if you wish, I won't stop you...but I'd be happier if you came with me. You don't have to take part in the hunt like I'm planning to but I can't let either of you go. But whatever you choose, don't die." She hesitated, biting her lip, the words almost stuck where they were. "I don't want you to die."The words came out of Lucille's lips softly, and full of concern. Kylie looked up into Lucille's eyes and moved her hand to hold Lucille's. Even with everything that was going on... The last thing Kylie wanted to see of Lucille was her corpse. Just the thought of it... No. Kylie couldn't imagine that happening. She couldn't bear it. She just... Couldn't bear it. Kylie gave Lucille's hand a tight squeeze before letting her go to mobilize more help. She began to step forward to help when Bea spoke up. "Lucille. I-- if you really love my daughter... then don't take her with you. Why would you willingly expose her to danger?" Bea said. Kylie looked back to her mother with concern. Even though she had a point... Kylie knew they had to stop Morty, before he killed anyone else. But if the thought of losing either Lucille or Bea bothered her, then if Bea thought the same of her... Kylie bit her lip. Bea turned to Kylie. "Come back with me, love. We... I'll help you with the horses and we... we can stay safe together. How about it, Lenore?"Lenore.Something curled inside Kylie's stomach. The past few days were not the first time she's been called Lenore, but as much as she loved her mother, the word still... bothered her. It wasn't just that Bea couldn't even get her name right, but... it was almost as if she wasn't talking about Kylie at all. Kylie knew it was silly, but it still somehow felt... wrong to her. Bea immediately tried to correct herself. "I'm sorry. Kylie. I didn't mean that... I... I..."Kylie frowned and was silent for a moment, trying to digest the information, trying desperately to tune out the sounds of the crowds, the footsteps, even the faint dripping sound in the background. But it proved more and more difficult, as things grew louder. The shouting, the fumbling, a child's cry... It wasn't getting better. So eventually, Kylie just decided to speak up. "Mom, I... I'm not Lenore," Kylie said bluntly, but found herself unable to form words on that topic beyond that. "I just... I need to do something. I'm not a child anymore. If we don't catch him and tie him up somehow, Morty could kill again, and we don't need more killers. We don't need more... more deaths. And maybe he won't even fight back; he looked too scared when he started running. I'll take my horse; I'll be safer that way." It was then that Nathan hobbled over to Bea and mumbled "Inn," obviously not looking well. Kylie nodded to him and Bea. "Go back to the inn," Kylie said to Bea. "Look... Look after Nathan. I'll come help with the horses first, but then I have to go help. Lucille... I'll meet you around the inn. Just... stay safe until then. Please." With that, Kylie began to quickly make her way back to the inn. In honesty, she truly did just want to return to the inn and stay with the horses and wait out the murders. But if she did that, then things would get worse, and then more people could die. Including Bea or Lucille. And if that happened... If that happened, she could never forgive herself. Kylie is comforted by Lucille but then has to choose between Bea and Lucille when it comes to decisions. Kylie is upset that Bea called her Lenore, and tells her that she wants to help, but will go to the stables first. She tells Lucille she'll meet her later before making her way back to the inn. |
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Post by Liou on Apr 14, 2014 16:41:08 GMT -5
Leo had run after Anna in case she needed an extra pair of ectoplasmic hands or feet to work her car, but as she seemed to be doing so well, he had excused himself and rushed back to the moviehouse, a glittery blur in the streets of Aifam. Christopher seemed to be doing well too. Good, excellent then. It would be a good idea to lead the way back into the movie room, then, to make sure that no one would stay near the doors when they got destroyed. Leo floated back in, took a very brief glance to count the people in the room, and immediately focused his attention on the film again. He hadn't missed too much, thankfully. By that point of the film, the characters looked a lot less fabulous, but who are we kidding, everyone always looks good in a movie, even when they're supposed to look bad. When someone cruelly cut off Leo's daily dose of J-Law, he screamed. "I want to see the end! Give me the end of the movie!" He flailed his arms in frustration and strutted out of the room, muttering under his breath. "Nevermind then... I'll watch it for the twentieth time on DVD... need to learn all the hair styles..." He might as well go and fix his hair in the bathroom, as he usually did after a movie. A scream -that was not Leo's- was heard from the ladies' room. He gasped and prepared to zoom in, but hesitated when he reached the ladies' sign on the door. Oh, how was he supposed to go in without feeling guilty? It was in a complete Effie Trinket cosplay that Leoghost finally entered the ladies' restroom. He promptly screamed again and his clothes dissolved back into his usual outfit, from the shock of seeing Lili's body. How stupid could he be, watching movies while a lovely young woman was being... If he had come in just a few minutes earlier, he would have seen them! He might even have yelled, distracted them, done anything to stop them. He had done nothing. He could even have told Lili about the weapons hidden in his salon. She had been the most trustworthy in his eyes. But he hadn't given her a single thing to defend herself. Slowly, he lost all tangibility, his sparkles dimmed, his outline blurred into a pale transluscent mist. He floated away from the carnage. After all, there was nothing he could do. The living people were still around. Why hadn't the car blasted them free yet? But they had changed, they were more alert, and there was daylight coming from the open doorway. Gurty. Gurty Monterson. That man again. It was his doing, once more. Waves of sparkly energy spread through the Leocloud as he regained shape and his hair stood in a mighty wave-shaped construction. "GORDY!" An odd, echoing roar like an engine's was heard in the distance. "GRUDY MORTERSON!" A ghostly motorbike burst into the theatre behind Leo, who jumped into the air and landed neatly on the seat. "YOU ARE SO GETTING A MULLET!" He sped straight for Morty's face in a shower of glitter, trying to slap him as hard as he could, or at least make him feel the awful coldness of a ghost and give him brain freeze. "Bring dat popcorn cart Mrs Fitzgibbon," he yelled, "and salt, we need ammo! This way, Sister Lu, move it!" He started to pray out loud to the Weewoos. With every word, his motorbike gained speed and he gained strength. He followed close behind Morty and yelled to the other hunters every now and then, letting them keep track of their prey's position. Leo is:
* desperate to see the end of the Hunger Games
* destroyed by the death of Lili
* turned into a rampaging glittery ghost biking monster and chases Morty, very fast, through solid obstacles. |
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Post by PFA on Apr 14, 2014 17:25:09 GMT -5
It really was quite a unique experience, listening to Dr. Pallada. Professor Bardsley had long since accepted the fact that he was... different, from most people. He hadn't thought he would ever meet a person with a similar outlook as him—honestly, he didn't think it possible. But the way Dr. Pallada spoke about the nature of humanity, it was clear that they understood each other perfectly. It was so unusual to him, and so... fascinating. "Haha, yes, I definitely had a hand in all of this. It was very satisfying, I must say," he affirmed when she brought it up. With a charming smile, he offered a hand to shake. "Professor Leland Bardsley. I taught anthropology at the local college. And yes, I would be happy to show you the town. It really is quite a lovely pl—" "I am a defender of good and protector of the innocent!" shouted the delusional gamer boy, pointing his toy lightsaber at Dr. Pallada. "I will not let you spread your disease to the people of Aifam Cove! I will win !"Professor Bardsley couldn't help but stifle a laugh, watching as the boy made a failed attempt at attacking Dr. Pallada. The boy's second attempt at battle looked somewhat more menacing, however, so the professor thought to step in and restrain the boy before his antics got out of hand. "Come now, it isn't very polite attacking everyone you meet," Professor Bardsley told him, his voice smooth and sinister. "Haven't you learned that yet?" Professor Bardsley is fascinated to meet someone with a similar outlook as him! He introduces himself to Pallada and offers to show her around town. When Winston tries to attack Pallada, Professor Bardsley steps in to restrain him, telling him it's not nice to attack people upon meeting them. |
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Post by Sporty on Apr 14, 2014 18:34:20 GMT -5
Things hadn't gone quite as planned for Melanie. As she had drawn nearer to the moviehouse, she began to feel more and more uneasy with her plan. The theater was just so... confined, and she knew that she wouldn't get any real respite out of the film. And if something were to happen, as inevitable as it was at this point, what did she expect to do on her own, in a dark building packed with people? It might have been different if she'd had others working with her, but with Aaron dead and with Lindsey revealed to be mafia (not to mention the fiasco with the 'investigation' team), she just didn't know who to trust any longer. Melanie may have taken up the role of the hunter, but even predators knew when to back down from bigger predators. She could tell that she wouldn't be able to do any good in the theater. It... was for the best, really. As Melanie had changed her path from the theater to her house, she realized just how tired she had become over the past few nights. She must have been running on adrenaline up until that point, and it was beginning to run out. And exhaustion would only make things worse for her and anyone she might try to protect down the road. As soon as she'd gotten into the house and locked the door, she had laid down on the couch and fallen asleep. Now she was awoken by some sort of commotion outside. Leaping up and shaking the sleep from her head, she ran up to the window to see Morty Gunderson and another man being chased by several townspeople and... was that the glittery ghost of Leopold Endicott on his motorcycle? Whatever was going on, it was enough to drive the last bits of exhaustion from Melanie's system. She dashed outside and, finding Alma lugging a popcorn cart with her, ran up to her. "What on earth has he done this time and how can I help?" she asked as she fell into step with the woman. Sporty fails the bottleneck round and has to come up with an excuse for why her character didn't do anything 8D
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Post by icon on Apr 14, 2014 21:20:19 GMT -5
Oh 'Woo this Winston guy was deluding himself Oh 'Woo now friggin' Bardsley floated in through the wall, what the heck now that's creepy Oh 'Woo who the heck is this freaky ghost lady and why is she suddenly taking an invested interest in the question I asked"Oooookay, thanks for the information, now if you'll excuse me I'm just gonna sort of, you know, hey look what's that-" Ris pointed offhand toward the opposite corner of the theater and bolted for the exit, hopping over the snack booth and not even taking note of the signs that another lynching had taken place among the town. Haaaaaate dealing with the undead, she thought as she swung a hard left and dashed through the snow. Need to get out of here, need to get access to that site, need to find Christopher, need to find Coena, where was Coen—There, in the alleyway behind Dywight Antiques! With a burst of speed, she reached out to grab one of Coena's outermost scarves and tugged on it, swinging around to face her friend. "So I just ticked off the sociopath-formerly-known-as-Professor-Bardsley, plus a ghost who may or may not have been part of a mafia from one of the other towns we read about and now it would probably be for the best if we try to get to some high ground*." After a brief moment of information processing, Coena reached one arm into the opposite jacket sleeve and pulled out a couple of scarves. " how... how did you do that, do you have... like, anything else in there, or" Coena shrugged and subsequently pulled out several hats, six pairs of mittens, and two dozen socks. And a grappling hook end, which was then firmly knotted to the end of one of the mufflers. After they started tying the other scarves together, they noticed the unusual absence of any monologuing and looked up to see Ris's mouth completely agape. "Are we going to go up or not?" Ris stood flabbergasted for a moment. But only for a moment. "Oh, um, uh, yes, let's hit the apex. Scale away, hit the top of that there building." Coena swung the grappling hook for a few turns, then let it fly upwards. After a moment, there was an audible clang-rnrnrnrn-thunk. And after another moment, there was the sound of two pairs of boots scrabbling to find footholds in the surface of a stone wall. *"Grown-ups can't catch you if they can't reach you" was one of Ris's personal mottos.
Ris freaks out at the sight of creepy ghosts, decides to get the heck out of dodge, and finds Coena outside. Coena pulls several scarves out of their sleeves and the two of them begin to climb up the side of Dywight Antiques. |
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Post by Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff) on Apr 14, 2014 21:42:43 GMT -5
A mob was forming all around Alma, and she quickly felt as though she was trapped inside a tank, armed with the popcorn machine as she was. She nearly dropped the whole thing onto herself when she saw ghost!Leo in front of her, armed with fabulousness as he was. "Bring dat popcorn cart Mrs Fitzgibbon," he yelled, "and salt, we need ammo! This way, Sister Lu, move it!" It was startling how others encouraged her to use the machine even as her arms shook from holding it. Really, running while carrying it was not a good idea. Did he say Sister Lu? Alma bit her lip uneasily and glanced in the direction of Sister Lucille, who almost had Kylie in a death grip. At the mention of her name, visions of pistols going off flashed through her head--no, maybe it was all in her head. The fish wouldn't hit the pan just yet. Alma shook her head. The town was making her crazy. Another voice rang out over the commotion, followed closely by Melanie, who ran right up to her! Alma smiled at her, though combined with her sticky face and grimace at the events, the smile perhaps was distorted and insane. "What on earth has he done this time and how can I help?" Mrs. Fitzgibbon shook her head again to try and clear it, but it was still stirred up like water in a glass. "Morty's locked us all in, and two innocent people died, one of which was my...." Alma swallowed and looked at Melanie straight in the eye. "Friend." "We need to hold him down somewhere where he can't hurt anyone else." Alma gritted her teeth and lifted the popcorn machine higher, though her arms were getting tired. She represented Aifam's strength, albeit the strange sort, of popcorn-lifting. "Can you go that way and head him off?" Alma gestured to her left with her head. Melanie helped raise animals, who were oh so sensitive to auras even humans couldn't read. Her aura would definitely provide the gentle-but-firm discipline Morty so badly needed. For now, Alma would roll the popcorn cart, which, as the nostalgic lump in her throat gathered, she noticed sounded just like Lynna's old corn popper. Endre sighed, wondering where everyone could have gone in such a hurry. There was no sign of a fire. No fire. Perhaps someone had only yelled "FIRE"? Or could it have been...oh, no. A grief-stricken 20-something year-old holding a spiky blue plant shook his head and approached him. "Trust me," the boarder suggested. "You don't want to know what's going on in this town." "Oh, but I do. I haven't been here in a while. Why was everyone in the movie theater?" Mr. Fitzgibbon turned around at the sound of a multitude clamoring for justice, and sure enough, there was what looked like the entire town chasing...two individuals. "Have they gotten the mafias already?" Endre burst out excitedly, running towards the mob. And then he saw it. A glimpse of auburn hair. A cloak. Graceful motions like a Ruby Veiltail no other woman had. Endre immediately called out to her, racing towards her--what did it matter that he'd spent days on end rowing to get to her, wandering in circles around the town, returning home to fetch a pistol, eaten little but the sandwiches he'd brought on his voyage? Upon seeing her, he was renewed completely. "Alma!" His voice was tossed about the waves of the other turbulent, angry voices, seeking vengeance on Morty and the mafia. And yet it somehow reached her. Alma froze and let the current of the mob lave her. Now she was hearing voices. Without giving a single thought to the fact that it was really her husband and not someone playing an extremely cruel joke on her, Alma lifted the popcorn cart once more, turned it around, and flung it in Endre's direction. But no--he didn't seem transparent as he did in her hallucinations oh no why did the cart leave her fingers right then?!He gasped and ducked, too startled to question her actions. A split second later, he rose and dusted his jacket off, stunned. "Honey! You could have really hurt me! What were you thinking? " "I'm so sorry! I didn't know it was really you!" Alma exclaimed lamely. It was really him. Endre, her protector, her leader, her child's father, her partner--! Endre glanced behind him and bit his lip when he saw the remains of the shattered cart. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to--" Alma cut him off with a kiss and flung her arms around him. Endre responded with equal passion, if not more. He slid his own arms around her waist, marveling at the curves that made it seem almost as if they were meant to fit his arms. And there they stood, two lovers in the cold, floating on a raft in the midst of a storm. The storm would pass them by for now.
Alma is startled by several people like Leo, Lucille, and Melanie, and continues to chase Morty. Endre encounters Rilen, sees Alma, goes after her, and calls her name.
Alma thinks he's a hallucination and then throws the popcorn cart at him.
They kiss.
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Post by Diana on Apr 14, 2014 22:43:23 GMT -5
Winston made a threatening slash towards the ghostly woman and bounced on the balls of his heels, gauging her reaction. She seemed more amused than anything else, and his blood boiled. (Or he figured it did, anyway. He wasn’t really feeling much, lately.) "Oooookay, thanks for the information, now if you'll excuse me I'm just gonna sort of, you know, hey look what's that-"Winston briefly glanced in the ally NPC’s direction, curious to see if she was pointing out an important area mechanic for the final battle, but did he not spot anything else than the child activating her flee package. Good – friendlies just got in the way during fights, and he wasn’t in the mood for a bodyguard mission. He wasn’t even sure how that would work in a boss fight, but he imagined it would be a royal pain. ”Haha, yes, I definitely had a hand in all of this. It was very satisfying, I must say," a sinister – and altogether familiar voice drawled in his ear. Something cold gripped his shoulder and yanked him around. The implications of that didn’t dawn on him until a few seconds later – at the time, he flailed in surprise, lightsaber reverting back to its spectral hilt. His fist connected with that same, icy surface, like he’d plunged his hand into a cloud of cold mist. “Do stop that,” the voice continued, sounding a tinge irritated. Hah! Like he would! Winston struggled and jerked away from the chilly grip, knees bending into a fighting stance. Hovering a slight distance above the ground, casting a faint, malevolent light on the thin carpet, was the ghost of the hair villain! “You were pked!” he blurted out. “That Morty noob killed you!” Suddenly, it all made sense. The villain had been defeated prematurely, but Winston still needed to meet him on his own terms for an epic boss battle – that was why this weird story arc had happened! Okay, maybe he really was a ghost right now – a plot device, of course, something so that he could fight the now-spectral villain on equal footing – but surely he would regain his form after he emerged victorious! That was where the spawn point was hidden! "Come now, it isn't very polite attacking everyone you meet,” the man sneered, words dripping with condescension and venom. “Haven't you learned that yet?"“You killed the stylomancer!” Winston shot back. “He was my friend, and you murdered him with your evil hair magic!” He wondered, wildly, what kinds of ghosts he was fighting here. The generic villain monologue woman – maybe that was one of his cronies, maybe she was a summon – looked to be an ancient ghost, going by the coloring. But the hair guy was a main boss, and he couldn’t be anything so simple as that. Revenant? Wraith? Necromancy and dark stylomancy combined… was he some kind of hair lich? No matter. His lightsaber extended to its full length in a blaze of blue light. He squinted. Had it ever been this bright before? Of course, in both KoTORs, it had looked like this, but he couldn’t remember the one he’d brought to Aifam ever being quite so magnificent. He contemplated it briefly. It had to be a power-up! Or maybe a plot-critical secret ability! Well, best to take advantage of that before it wore off. With a shout, he raised his trusty weapon over his head and sprang into battle! Winston knows it is time to live up to his family name and face full life consequences, so he walks fast to defeat the enemys at the place where they was. |
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