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Post by RielCZ on Apr 22, 2014 15:36:31 GMT -5
A few minutes later, Rilen collected Barbra and his things. He ventured outside. The mafia -- and by the mafia, Rilen mostly meant Bardsley -- seemed preoccupied in a barrage of criticism. The crowd surrounding Town Square was thick -- as thick as it could be considering much of the town had been decimated -- and Rilen figured he may as well take his leave. Navigating through the alleys, again avoiding the mafia's line of sight, he returned to his sister's home athwart the school. He entered and locked the door. Putting the money he'd recently collected into Miko's first purse of funds, Rilen realized he had some time before his sister was likely to arrive and decided to quickly scout the home for whatever else might hold some value... Aunt Martha had sent a lot of her possessions to be sold by Dywight Antiques on consignment, but so many of her old things were still here. And so many were destined to stay. But, he found her old pocket watch, some jewelry, her antique coin collection... He stuffed them in the purse as well. But he stopped after that; he couldn't allow himself to be too bogged down by material possessions. The boarder changed into his warmest clothing; Rilen did not know how long a wait he would have and reasoned he could always take layers off should he get too warm, but could not do the opposite if it was too cold. (But, it was bone-chilling out there, there was an unnatural frost... he didn't think "too warm" would be possible.) Draping the pillowcase again over Barbra, he set the purse over his shoulder and retrieved his plant and his board. He opened the door. Bidding a final "goodbye" to the house where he had spent so many summers as a kid, the house where he'd spent two weeks in a winter he'd never forget, he left in search of the "secret place." *** He found the location with relative ease. And waited. Maybe an hour later -- luckily, he had not taken out the snacks Miko had left so he had something to munch on -- the faroff revving of a motor was heard. Not long after, a boat came speeding into view. It landed. There was his sister. "Rilen!" she exclaimed, a bit of a frenzy in her voice. "It's good to see you!" She pointed back toward a large crate on the five-or-six seater vessel. "Help me with that, will you?" Lora opened it. Inside was weaponry. All kinds. His eyes widened. "Where did you secure all these?" She shrugged. "A job in government has its perks." Lora took out some kind of rifle, and another one. "One for you, one for me," she said as she handed one to Rilen, the boarder mostly in a daze. "Luckily the crate has wheels," Lora continued. "You can drag it into town." "I don't know if that would be wise, with everyone there," the boarder replied. "But I can probably drag it to a location near the outskirts and tell someone about it." He felt a piece of paper in his pocket. "I'll write a letter." He asked his sister for a pen, and she found and gave him one. Leaving Barbra in the care of Lora -- it would just be for a little while, his sister's black thumb couldn't do too much harm -- he set off. *** Rilen decided to leave the crate in the church. It was too far from Town Square that anyone would have seen him, and he didn't think the members of the mafia would be too inclined to enter that building. There appeared to be no one there, and he dropped the crate off in the coat room. The murder place of Christopher. The boarder contemplated about whom to write the letter to describing the crate's whereabouts. Cheryl, probably. That news reporter would ensure it fell into the right hands. He retrieved the paper and unfolded it; Rilen realized it was the piece that whizzed by his head when the magician died. He stared at the letters and symbols... Suddenly things made sense. He had no idea what the numbers indicated, but the letters... LGB HS LL Something twisted in Rilen. He decided he'd just talk to Cheryl directly. *** He entered the building of Channel 24, but there appeared to be no one there. He listened carefully, and heard voices, which he followed. Rilen entered the room to catch the ghost nun proclaim, "And first of all, we need weapons and strategy. Furthermore, there's the issue of how to counteract that potion." He listened through her speech. "The night is going to have to be our ally." "I'm sorry I'm late," Rilen interrupted, addressing no one in particular. "And I'm sorry I can't stay." He turned to the nun. "In the church, in the coat room, there is a crate full of weapons. Of many kinds of weapons. Use them wisely." He paused. He wanted to contribute something to her plan, but really didn't want to see the mafia dead. "If anything," he added, "salt can probably be used to contain their ghosts need be." He addressed everyone collectively. "I must say, I admire what you all are undertaking, and I'm sorry I won't be around for it. I wish I could've gotten to know every single one of you better... as it is, you probably don't know me. But... I wish you all the best of luck." He paused. "Long live Aifam Cove." *** Back on the beach, Lora was cooking soup. And then she heard a rustling from the brush. She raised her gun, just in case, but tentatively called, "Want some soup?" Rilen meets up with Lora and drags the crate of weaponry she brings him to the Church.
He then goes to where the resistance is taking place. Though he knows he can't stay to fight, he tells them where the weapons are located, need be.
Lora makes soup, and hears some rustling. She calls out to the people (maybe Cassidy and Johnathan?) if they want some. |
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Post by Rosalie Dylas (Maddy) on Apr 22, 2014 16:22:02 GMT -5
Christopher followed Cheryl closely, many times almost passing through her. Her camera died so they were cut off from each other. It didn't matter much, they were both so focused on getting back to the studio. He had glanced towards the moruge because what if Dakota was there? It made him feel sick, because if they had been there when the mafia.... Christopher didn't want to think about Dakota. They'd be better off. Cheryl probably be better off without him too but he didn't have anywhere else to go. He just wanted to get away from the mafia, away from her, and away from that ghost with the awful, awful voice. There were a lot of people waiting for them. He still kept close to Cheryl. Ris was there. It was very weird knowing Ris was there without Ris talking. It was weird knowing things without hearing them. Even with almost a week of a sight he still wasn't used to it. He didn't hate seeing things but being blind wasn't that bad. Things are less scary if you can't see them. Though those footsteps in the closet were the scariest thing he'd ever heard, and he hadn't seen them. Ris would probably want to investigate things just like before. Her investigations usually ended up with Christopher having no idea where he was and wandering around for hours. Despite that he'd always go with her (even if sometimes it was less than willing). He was happy she'd be helping Cheryl. Coena was probably going home. He hadn't gotten to say good bye. "We either don't kill them but I admit that poses the risk of them breaking free, somehow. So, what we have to do, as soon as we kill them, we have to work fast.No, no, no. They couldn't! The nun had come back and now she was talking about murdering the mafia. No more killing. No more blood. Morty Gunderson was probably already dead, but no one else had to die, right? "B-b-but you can't!" He was begging for the mafia's lives just as he had begged for Morty's only a small time ago. It hadn't made a difference before. He was so powerless. Cheryl would never allow this to happen. He looked at her, forgetting she wouldn't be able to see him. "Cheryl, we aren't going to kill them, right?" he asked, desperately, "They aren't bad people. We can't just kill them." He thought for a moment, not even she deserved to die, even... "I mean, most of them aren't people. My mom-" he stopped, horrified. He did not just say that. He did not just say that word. "Nelly, I meant Nelly!" he corrected himself quickly. Maybe no one noticed. Wait... he meant Alma not Nelly! "Alma...I meant Alma... I meant..." He had forgotten the point he was trying to make. His translucent face was red and flustered. "J-j-just, we can't kill anyone!" he finished, trying to forget that had happened. No one noticed. He looked at the Lucille. "Please, no more death." Christopher asks the resistance not to kill the mafia. |
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Post by Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff) on Apr 22, 2014 20:05:19 GMT -5
While Morty was being killed in the town square, Alma was asleep. She was present at the town square, of course, but her mind was swimming. There was a fish that resembled Endre....hopefully he'd left already. There was a fish, and Lynna. Alma's mind swam, trying to reach both of them. There was nothing to do but stand, wait, and look at the opposing crowd with a fish-like gaze. She wasn't even aware of Bardsley shouting. She wasn't even aware of Morty's blood staining the cobblestones. But she was aware of her name. It was a tasty worm calling out to her mind, and it automatically grabbed her and shucked her out of sleep.
“You murdered me, Alma!” She cried, gesturing pointedly at her mangled throat.""I know..." Alma's eyes filled at the cold splash of reality being flung in her face."I'll bet you really hate me for it." “I can’t bring myself to hate you, I simply cannot! I always was so worried for you, Alma. I had to trust you, even when I didn’t believe it wise."Alma gaped like a dead fish. Lili continued, "You betrayed me. We were so close, and part of me still wants to be. I’m not asking anything of you from here on out. Just tell me, why? What was to gain from my death? Had you ever been my friend?”Alma's lips went numb. "Lili...you don't understand, you were broken and I couldn't really do anything else...I didn't want to see you suffer..." She stifled a sob. Any remorse would be seen as traitorous, and any act that presented her as such would have Dr. Pallada flying after both of her children. Wait. BOTH?Alma shook her head. Christopher wasn't her child...No, no, no, she couldn't think about that-- Was that what friends did? Murder each other when the going got rough and saving said friend would result in death? No. Diana had said so herself: Alma was a coward, and nothing more. A coward who didn't even deserve to live. She'd already tried to change that once only to be stopped by her daughter. Heaven knows how she'd take her death. And here she was. Living. Like a coward. "I'm sorry," she mouthed, so Bardsley and Pallada wouldn't hear. She gulped as Lili received a wicked tongue-lashing from both Professor Bardsley and Dr. Pallada, tearing after her like anglerfish on their unsuspecting prey. She wanted to scream at the two and bark at them to leave her the heck alone, but the words that actually came out of her mouth were... "You should go." She surfaced and turned to her fellow mafia. They wouldn't take kindly to her confusion and general dazedness. "I just...I haven't been sleeping very well, lately." She murmured feebly, just barely daring to lift her eyes to the other mafiosos, less so to Professor Bardsley. ------ Rilen remembered to bundle me up this time. Huh. I guess I could trust him ...he's so sweet. But I just don't see how he didn't notice I changed colors and grew claws. Miko would have said these things outright.
But then again, he'd wrapped me up this time so I think...he's...I don't know. I still had a hard time talking around him, especially with what just happened.
He must have gone absolutely crazy, because he handed me to someone I'd never seen before.
"Gaze upon the fearsome and glorious thorns of mine--most people stick to the rare blue petals--I mean, have you ever seen a flower with colors like mine?" I twirled, showing off my scary beauty, giving her a silent warning just in case she wanted to do anything to Rilen.
"Hey wait what are you doing with that?!" I screeched, as the cloth was pulled off of my middle. I hastily covered myself with my leaves. "Do you have any decency?!"
Then again, it was quite embarrassing when Rilen took off the scarf I was wearing, too, but I felt I could trust him. Rilen couldn't be abandoning me like this.
I shed a few petals, feeling an ominous sort of aura radiating from this woman.
"Rilen where are you..." I whispered, drawing my leaves over my stem tighter, fearing for my life.
"Don't clip me don't clip me don't clip me..."
We finally get to see the rare sight of Alma in her battle-sleep! Shhh...don't scare it awake...
OH WAIT LILI AND CHRISTOPHER ALREADY DID THAT.
Barbra is terrified of Lora.
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Post by Lizzie on Apr 22, 2014 20:57:37 GMT -5
BEFORE THE EXECUTION Dakota floated away from Christopher, sighing heavily. They didn't know how to deal with this situation. They didn't want to depress their poor cousin, who had been through enough already, and he hadn't even noticed them when they had talked to him. It was like they didn't exist. It was like they were a ghost. ... Oh, wait. Dakota WAS a ghost. They didn't know how to deal with that, either. So they floated and floated, out of the time square and down to the Teahouse. Nathan's teahouse. Nathan, the one who KILLED them. The recent events became too much for Dakota. They had tried so hard to stay strong, stumbled a few times of course, but today in particular hit far too hard for them. They were dead. They didn't know what to do. So, they started to cry. They floated there, pathetically crying, practically transparent. Their pink hair was barely visible -- the brightest thing about them, practically gone. It was like they had started to wither away. They choked out sobs, angry, sad, emotional sobs. They cried until they couldn't anymore. As exhausted as a ghost could be, Dakota tried to lay down, only to find they just... floated. Typical start to a typical morning. But then, as time went on, the exhausted Dakota began to hear the yells of townspeople, a mob? They decided to ignore it, and floated back toward the Town Square. AFTER THE EXECUTION It was almost noon, Dakota realized, their blue-green eyes staring up at the sun. They figured this was a good thing-- they could finally look directly at the sun, despite the warnings. Blindness probably wouldn't affect them. It was then that they heard the mob coming back, the sound of frightened and angry townspeople inescapable. They were heading straight for Dakota, almost. “Very impressive."Dakota shivered at the cold voice. Bardsley. They wanted nothing to do with that sociopath, and yet... Peering over the heads of the living townspeople, Dakota began to watch. Morbid curiosity got the better of them. Nathan pulled out an eerily familiar knife, and they felt a shiver down their spine, and then... Morty was dead. Dakota felt practically frozen in place in horror. It was the first real bloody death they had seen in front of them, that they had watched, besides their own. They were petrified, almost. "Oh my god," the ghost whispered, frantically glancing around at other people. They caught a glimpse, finally, of Christopher heading off with Cheryl. Christopher... Dakota followed them. "Wait, wait!" they called, but they didn't seem to hear. So Dakota followed them more, into the studio. They were quickly lost in the hustle and bustle, but managed to catch up to Christopher again eventually. "Topher, Topher!" they said, trying to get closer. Dakota lets their emotions get the better of them. Then, they witness Morty's death, and follow Christopher and Cheryl to the studio. |
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Post by Draco on Apr 22, 2014 21:21:50 GMT -5
Afe and Rocky floated off to find some girls. In a few minutes, Afe pointed at his target, while Rocky was... Disapointed to say the least... "There she is. A girl." Rocky stared at her. Long face, long legs, long body, long everything... And flies... She swatted at them with her tail... Rocky was staring at Prue. "That's a horse my friend." Afe was all ready losing interest and was staring at the ground. "I FOUND A NICKLE! I wish I had pockets..." Rocky shook his head, "Come with me... We'll find some real girls..." Afe snapped to attention, clutching a nickle, "But she is a girl!" "Human..." "Oh." Afe finds a nickle.
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Post by Pixie on Apr 22, 2014 22:44:01 GMT -5
Lili waited with wide eyes as her cry had sprung Alma back to the world of consciousness. "Lili...you don't understand, you were broken and I couldn't really do anything else...I didn't want to see you suffer..." Alma had killed her so she wouldn’t suffer? It was terribly ironic. She could only shake her head, despair threading itself into her brain. There was no peace. Her friend was tragically misguided. Had she been so tormented by Lili in her weakened state she thought her best friend would be better off dead? Her death had been far from euthanasia. It was torturous, terrifying, and she had not been ready. There she was, dreadfully aware of what was going on even after her demise. She saw Alma mouth to her that she was sorry. By the mournful expression on her face, Lili thought she could have been genuine. She could only wonder what was going through her head at that moment. Even for what Alma had done, it sickened Lili to see her like that. Perhaps her words had gotten to Bardsley, but she immediately regretted confronting him. He laughed at her and smiled in her face as she told him the terribleness he had made her realize, Lili didn’t know whether she preferred Bardsley laughing at her dismissively or his vocal severity. She hated conflict. In this situation so far from any conflict she had known in the longest time, she didn’t know what she had been suspecting. She did know she was not prepared for it. She resolved that it would not let herself believe a word he said, lest he manipulated her again. "For your information, Ms. Parker, I understand emotions perfectly well. I have emotions of my own, but mine don't get in the way of my research. Rather, they accentuate it. My passion for my work allows me to see things in a way that most anthropologists wouldn't. It is immensely satisfying, knowing the discoveries I have and will continue to make through these events."“No…” she began quietly, before trailing off. There was nothing left to say to him. He didn’t understand, not really, and she knew she didn’t either. She knew perfectly well she would always be missing something. Still, there was a whole experience outside of one’s self like Lili couldn’t deny. There was seeing the ghost of a dead child, and feeling a connection and the need to do something. To feel the way he felt for herself, even though it was consuming. It was raw, it was human, and Bardsley would never feel that. Though she’d favored detachment many times before when the world was too harsh to face, there was always reality. When she couldn’t keep herself a spectator any longer, she had weakened herself; she had begun her descent. It was never a sustainable way of going about things. After enough of heartache and trouble grinding away at her restraints like they were chain-link, she had fallen. She had used her emotions in her favor in the past, but that was once upon a time. "Also, perhaps our empire will fall, in time. As Dr. Pallada can attest to, all empires fall eventually. I don't intend to let that happen in my lifetime, but I accept it. Honestly, that's not really the point. The point is, it happened. And it is happening now. I have made so much research, and it was quite enlightening. And I look forward to the research I will make in the future."Was all the harm he had caused for the sake of research? She shuddered in her ghostly form. She tried to reject his words, but they passed her barrier. She felt every word of it like they were solid, though she herself was not. This hell in Aifam Cove would take oceans of water to snuff out. Bardsley would not be satisfied with the ruin he had already brought with him. She knew that’s what his research would entail, with the brutal take-over counting as research. She couldn’t bear any more of his research. "If you please, professor, I would like to add an addendum to your already excellent speech," The ghost of a woman Lili had never seen before approached her, bearing an unsettling grin much like Bardsley’s. She fluttered close by Lili’s face, too intimate for comfort, and began to speak. She had braced herself to deal with Bardsley, and had barely made it through with dry eyes. She quickly deduced she was an intellectual, and a malevolent one, but beyond her knowledge of the other ghost’s affiliation with Bardsley, Lili was ignorant. This stranger was against her too and she knew very little of her. She was stuck in a vulnerable position with no preparation. "You are a fool. You are the last gasp of a dying regime, fighting against the new paradigm shift. You can't possibly understand so you try to attack ad hominem. Professor Bardsley is a great man and I believe he is doing great work. In fact, you should be honoured. Not every town becomes such a hub of an experiment. You will make history! Well, not you per say but that's the thing, you are not important. The important ones are the ones who act, like the good professor here. His name will be remembered. You, you are a footnote in a footnote, a birth and a death certificate, statistics, and you cannot change a thing. Because the thing is, good does not triumph over evil. The conqueror who murdered his own family to get the throne can live a long, happy life and die peacefully in his sleep. So don't be hoping for a downfall or a happy ending. There's no such thing. And you shall certainly not insult those who are far more superior to you in order to make up for how insignificant you are."As the ghost chuckled over her situation and shamed her, Lili choked out in weak protest “It’s not honorable. It doesn’t make him superior. By power maybe, not character… It’s terrible. He could as well have been... a hero for this town.” Then, what Pallada had been saying dawned on her. The notions pricked their way inside of her. It hurt. She didn’t like to believe that goodness was eclipsed by bad will. She didn’t believe Bardsley was in the right, or her superior, and those ideas she pushed away with gale force. However, she couldn’t deny the darkness that had fallen over Aifam. She couldn’t deny that evil forces had taken control, and she had done nothing. She felt absolutely useless. She felt absolutely stupid. She was a fool. No. No! No!She had tried. She had tried to investigate. She had tried to save everyone. She had tried to trust. But who was she actually able to protect? What did she discover? She had saved nobody, and fallen up short every time… She was too busy being scared to make a difference. Before that, she’s brought lies and platitudes. Yes, she was insignificant. It didn’t matter.For what she had done for Aifam, she wasn’t worthy to be remembered. When she had been trying to be productive and help the town by investigating, she joined the most rational person she could find. Bardsley was one step ahead of her when she didn’t even know they were working against each other. When she was trying to be vigilant, She let herself be misdirected and used. Bardsley’s vices were not amiable, and she knew she had no reason to listen to what he said. He shouldn’t have had puppet strings on her anymore. She shouldn’t have been shedding ghostly tears over him and his twisted companion, but she was. On Alma’s faux cold suggestion, she nodded and faded herself from view. Lili reluctantly set off into Aifam to see what further chaos had happened when she was in the afterworld, turning to take one last look at Alma. Lili is psychologically distressed by Alma, Bardsley and Pallada. She monologues a lot as she is faced with more of her own flaws and Alma's suffering. |
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Post by Lizica on Apr 23, 2014 1:21:49 GMT -5
-Before Morty's final lynching-“I’ll distract him, you run?” Hermia had suggested, as Travis blathered about his knife and giant beds and musicals. Four thoughts had bombarded Piper's throbbing head in rapidfire succession then: One, Can I trust Hermia? Two, Did she just say she knew where Bardsley lived? Three, Why Aifamside Story? Four, SNIPE HUNT FIRST, OTHER CONCERNS LATER.Piper nodded vigorously and, with a little help, broke free of Travis, hoisted the broken camera and tripod, and finally pounded off to the beach. Her mind was full of thoughts of Snipe Hunt-- Snipe Hunt alone on the beach, Snipe Hunt exposed to the elements--but Piper was yet aware that the Aifam crowd in the square was parting to make way for her. No one wanted to get in her way as this mafioso charged through. And Piper felt dimly satisfied--finally, finally, they were leaving her alone when she had more pressing matters. And yet--more dimly still, more vaguely still--Piper also felt a dull twinge of unease about this. But it was probably just because she had just darted past Melissa Morgan, the mail carrier. But regardless. SIRENSONG BEACH. Snipe Hunt had to be there. The entire town had turned out in the square. No one would have taken Snipe Hunt. No one would have known it was in the life vest in the boat on the beach. Surely Snipe Hunt was safe. Of course it would be. Of course it would be. Her breath halting and catching, Piper's boots made a barking sound as she flew to a halt and skidded deep into the sand at the rowboat's side. The life vest was empty. The life vest was empty.Panic enveloped her as she dove into the rowboat in a desperate search for her camera. Luckily--or not really--this didn't last more than a few minutes: Because Piper suddenly heard a click. A camera click. Webster was perched on a sand dune some distance away. Snipe Hunt jingling in his claws. Taking photos of Piper. He was waving. WAVING INNOCENTLY. As if he wasn't at all surprised to see her alive again."SNIPE HUNT!" In her mad rush to reach them, Piper accidentally tripped on the edge of the rowboat--faceplanting on the beach, sending up a cascade of sand, and inadvertently capsizing the boat in the process. Webster gleefully snapped another photo before taking off up the ramp and down Fork Street, making a despicable, excited clacking with his legs on the pavement. "WEBSTERRRRR," Piper screeched as she hauled herself up and went after him, ignoring all the gaping bystanders. Down Fork Street, down Main Street she chased him, Webster snapping photo after photo as he scuttled along, wasting her good memory card, he was probably getting scuff marks all over Snipe Hunt with his claws, the little vermin-- And then, in front of the square, Webster hopped backwards and held Piper's camera aloft--as if about to pitch it-- "NO, WAIT--" The giant crab snapped one last photo and hurled the camera at Piper--who made another ridiculous flying leap through the air, only barely managing to catch Snipe Hunt in her arms before she smashed through a cold crusty snow bank in front of Town Hall, only her arms and her camera left sticking out. "Gotcha!" came the triumphant, undignified, muffled cry. And finally pulling herself from the snow, Piper gathered up Snipe Hunt into her arms, dusted the rock salt off of her dead camera, and held up her prize. Snipe Hunt jangled brightly. She was covered in sand and snow, but it was good to hold it in her physical hands again. Now then, where had Webster gone while she'd been-- And then Piper looked up, and she noticed the mafia and the local mob was gathering in the square. Again. Making an annoyed sound, Piper reluctantly went to stand with them. Again. Honestly. While it was sort of nice that the mafia would be in charge and would therefore prevent any city-wide curfews from being set up...did they really have to have SO MANY MEETINGS? Was this really necessary? Didn't anyone else have more important things to be doing besides continually trying to hammer fear into Aifam Cove? During the burger server's untimely death, Piper turned her attention to Snipe Hunt and began deleting the photos Webster had taken of her in their chase scene. A photo of her running down Main Street. Delete. A photo of her running past Channel 24 News Studio. Delete. A photo of her slipping on the ice on Fork Street. Delete. A photo of her dunked in sand underneath the dingy rowboat. Delete. A photo of her digging through the rowboat. Delete. A photo of Webster standing and waving in front of a dazzling, awe-inspiring beach sunrise-- .....Wait. WAIT.WAIT JUST A CRAB-FLIPPING SECOND. The timestamp. When had this photo been taken? This morning. It had been taken this morning. It had been taken this morning, around the time when Piper had been dragged off to the morgue to be revived. She'd missed this photo because Bardsley had dragged her off to be revived.But--but--who--who had taken--who had dared to take this photo before Piper could--no one had been awake--no one could have--no one had been--Webster was the only one awake--no one could have taken Webster's-- In sudden realization, Piper made an inhuman noise, something between a choked scream and an indignant squawk. Piper doesn't have time for all your schmancy mafia meetings or your town resistance meetings or your awesomely heartwrenching drama. SHE HAS TO GET SNIPE HUNT. And then she has to chase Webster down for it. And then she has to realize that Webster took his own photograph using her own camera.
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Post by PFA on Apr 23, 2014 1:46:46 GMT -5
Cassidy and Jonathan climbed into the latter's car, taking the notes for the revival potion with them. And then... they drove. They didn't care where they ended up. They didn't even care that they'd left most of their belongings in the dorms. They just needed to get out of Aifam Cove. "What do you think we should do with these?" Cassidy wondered, absently flipping through her notes. "Should we hide them somewhere, or destroy them, or... I don't know." "Well... a potion like that could be helpful, but it's kind of a double-edged sword, you know?" Jonathan replied thoughtfully. "I mean, bringing the dead back to life is an amazing power, but in the hands of someone like Bardsley..." "...Yeah." Cassidy sighed, slumping into the passenger's seat. The adrenaline was wearing off, and it was starting to sink in how thoroughly exhausted she was. "I don't know. Maybe grandpa would know. We should probably talk to him, let him know what's going on. We'll have to find a public phone somewhere, I didn't bring mine..." Jonathan frowned, glancing briefly at his tired tired friend before returning his attention to the road. "You should try and get some sleep, Cass. You've been up all night." "Mmn. So have you, technically." "Not really, no." Jonathan chuckled weakly. "I was, well, 'resting in peace.'" Cassidy tried to laugh, but it was hard to find humor in something that was so devastating. As much as she appreciated Jonathan's attempt to lighten the mood, in the end, she simply gave a halfhearted, "Very funny, Jon." "Sorry," he replied. "I'm actually do feel well-rested, though. I guess that's a side effect of the potion?" Jonathan shrugged. "You really should try and get some sleep, though." "I've never been able to sleep in the car, though," Cassidy mumbled, but nevertheless shifted into a more comfortable position, attempting to get some rest. Jonathan was right, after all—she was really tired. Before she could even try to doze off, though, something... unusual caught her eye. Was that... a ghost? It didn't look like any of the ghosts she'd seen around Aifam Cove, though. He was more of the stereotypical ghost, colored blue with a ghostly tail. More interestingly, he seemed to be heading toward them. "Uh, Jonathan?" Cassidy spoke up. "What?" Jonathan asked. "What's wrong?" "I don't know, but, um, there seems to be some kind of ghost following us," Cassidy told him, gesturing to the ghost in question. " What?" Jonathan yelped, glancing briefly in the direction Cassidy was pointing to confirm that there was indeed a ghost floating after them. Not... anyone he recognized, though. "Uh... who is that?" "I don't know," Cassidy admitted. "Maybe we should... pull over? He might need help." "What if he's aligned with the mafia? Should we take the chance?" "I think we would recognize him if he was. We should find out." Jonathan sighed. He wasn't particularly looking forward to getting killed by another ghost, but if Cassidy was right... maybe he was trying to escape from the mafia, too? Ultimately, he decided to trust his friend's judgment, and pulled over. If the ghost was looking for them, this would give him the chance to catch up. And if it was a bad ghost, well, he'd be able to find out how fast his car could get up to speed. --- "If you please, professor, I would like to add an addendum to your already excellent speech."Professor Bardsley was more than happy with this, listening as Dr. Pallada spoke to Ms. Parker. She spoke with such elegance and class, and he felt honored that she spoke of him in such high regard. She really was an excellent partner; Professor Bardsley could tell they were going to do some great work together. "It’s not honorable," Ms. Parker replied weakly, as Dr. Pallada finished her speech. "It doesn’t make him superior. By power maybe, not character… It’s terrible. He could as well have been... a hero for this town."Professor Bardsley could only chuckle at this. "Heroism is in the eye of the beholder, Ms. Parker." Ms. Parker did not reply, appearing to have an emotional breakdown before wandering off. Dr. Pallada turned to Professor Bardsley, smiling at him. "Apologies, Professor Bardsley. I'm afraid I got a little carried away," she said. "But you must understand. I love my work as you love yours and in this town, I can see what is happening here. It's beautiful. Thank you to you and your colleagues for making it happen.""Of course," Professor Bardsley replied, smiling in delight. "It was quite enjoyable." "Now that your power is secure, what do you say? Do you think perhaps we can begin compiling the results of this event?" she asked him. After a short pause, she added, "And could I use your office to do my writings in? I'm afraid mine is hundreds of miles away, even if it has not been given up to some green fool.""That sounds like a wonderful idea," Professor Bardsley replied. "If you'd like, I could show you to my office right now..." Cassidy and Jonathan are driving away from Aifam Cove, discussing what to do with her potion-making notes, when PFA boldly assumes that Mick is following them down the road, hope that's okay, Tiger. >_> Anyway, they pull over to find out what's up. Professor Bardsley, meanwhile, fanboys over listens to Pallada's speech, pleased. After Lili leaves, he agrees with Pallada's idea, and offers to show her to his office. |
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Post by Birdy on Apr 23, 2014 4:37:04 GMT -5
How long would they have to stay there? Morty was dead. Surely they could all just leave now... Bardsley was busy talking with a ghost - it was with unease that Hermia noted that it was the ghost of Liliana Parker. Hmm. He was distracted. Perhaps she could slip away, now. She had no desire to be here, with another dead body lying about. Something nagged at the back of her mind, though. Something she couldn't quite place... ...Wait. Morty's bag - the bag of weapons he always carried. Where was it? Hermia quickly glanced around at the crowd still gathered, looking for anything that might even resemble-- there! Over near the Starlight Teahouse. Someone - it appeared to be part of the group that had brought Morty to Bardsley - was holding a very familiar-looking messenger bag. Well, that wouldn't do - such powerful weapons, in the hands of the townfolk? No, that would not do at all. Squaring her shoulders, Hermia briskly walked towards them. Upon noticing her approach, they flinched and froze to the spot. (That... Hermia was going to have to get used to that. The fear she'd be greeted with now, instead of... ) "The bag, if you please," she said, holding out her hand. The man holding the bag immediately complied. Hermia flipped it open and examined the contents. A pistol, three hunting knives, a fishing knife, a nightstick, a net launcher... ...Dear 'Woo, that was a lot of weapons. Hermia flipped the case back closed. "W-we didn't take anything," one of the group stammered. "Honestly, we didn't..." Hermia shouldered the bag. "I'll take your word for it," she replied. Then, she left. A glance told her Bardsley was still distracted; and now, that other ghost - the one with the chilling aura - had joined in speaking to Liliana Parker. Fine by her - the more distracted the others were the better. As she left, she was vaguely aware Piper had returned, and was now making odd noises at her camera. Webster, Hermia thought as she passed by. She was tired. All she wanted was sleep. She'd had too many late nights followed by too many early mornings recently... Hopefully, though, that would all change now, and she could try and resume a more normal sleep schedule. But for now, she didn't care. It might be the middle of the day, but she was going to get some sleep. She finally reached the Stallion Inn. The first thing she did upon reaching her room was stash the late Mortimer Gunderson's bag of weapons under her bed. Then, without even bothering to move the covers, she simply laid down on her bed and fell asleep. Hermia acquires the late Morty Gunderson's bag of weapons. She then returns to the Stallion Inn to stash it and get some sleep. |
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Post by Jayeee on Apr 23, 2014 9:48:47 GMT -5
Travis had talked to The-Man-Who'd-Shown-The-Hunger-Games ever since that adorable little mob had brought him over to them. There were things that he had to tell him. Important things. So important, that he couldn't even narrate to Juan's speech. “And then I was like 'we're going to have so much fun together!'”, he explained as he yanked The-Man-Who'd-Shown-The-Hunger-Games' head back to expose his neck. “Not long after that, you got brought over to us, and then I decided that I should describe every detail of your death. And that's the story of how you die.” Travis was very pleased with the story. He'd have to retell the whole thing to Charlotte later to make up chapters 200-348 of his memoir that she was writing. “You know,” he mused to his captive victim, “maybe when you're in hell, they'll force you to watch reruns of Travis Richem IN YOUR FACE forever.” He considered this in his mind. “Wait no, that'd be a reward, I bet it's going to be something really bad.” Then The-Man-Who'd-Shown-The-Hunger-Games was killed. Travis was overjoyed – the last thing that man would have heard was his beautiful voice condemning him to a terrible afterlife. What a lucky wretch he was. He turned to his fellow career pack members. “Hey guys, I just had a thought. You think it'd be too much to have everybody call me Overlord Travis? How about Master?” He took some time to think this over in his head. “You know what, let's just stick with how it is. We've got to stay humble, right?” "Unlawful parties of any kind in another person's home is also forbidden, unless you fill out the paperwork. Luckily for you, it's only three pages. Return them to me as soon as possible, and have a nice day." Travis leafed through the papers absent-mindedly. “Ain't nobody got time for this,” he said, throwing the papers to the ground. “And dude, keep it quiet about the party at Juan's H-O-U-S-E!” He casually glanced over at Juan and waved. Looking around him, he noticed that most of his new besties were all doing their own thing. Susie was playing with her camera – no doubt engrossed in the latest snaps she'd taken while spying on the other extras; Jason was having a tender moment with his sister Fiona – obviously planning their next session of love; Charlotte was staring at everyone in silence – clearly writing his memoir in her mind; and Juan was with his girlfriend, chatting to another ghost – Travis assumed that he was offering to hire the ghost for certain services. Ah, Juan was a man after his own heart. "That sounds like a wonderful idea," Professor Bardsley replied. "If you'd like, I could show you to my office right now..." At this point, Travis crept up behind Juan and rested his chin on the man's shoulder. “Yo, we getting a tour of this badboy's man cave?” he asked with a smile. His eyes wandered over to Juan's girlfriend. “If you two wanna steal away for a make-out session, then don't let us stop you. Hey, while we're on this tour I can stand guard outside so you're undisturbed.” He patted Juan's head. “But I bet you'd both rather I was inside the room too, right?” He winked. As Travis stood up straight again, he remembered the house party. “On second thought, you two go and get some tongue action alone. We'll keep this place alive while you're gone.” He saluted to Juan before pointing to his girlfriend. “Just make sure to have him home by eleven-.” He paused before adding, “On second thought, maybe you should stay out for longer. Eleven's a little bit early for things to be over. Totally boring things, like sitting quietly without loud music or alcohol. That's our plan. Exactly that. So you guys go and live life for us. We won't be doing anything fun. Nothing.” With one more salute, Travis skipped over to the others still hanging around the square. “Guys,” he called with glee, “Juan's house P-A-R-T-Y is go! We have to order food in though, I can't handle that Greek stuff.” He slapped Susie on the back and looked down at her camera. She'd been making strange noises while looking at it. He saw a picture of a crab, but Susie only ever stalked people, so he could only make one conclusion. “Susie, is that like, somebody dressed up as a crab? I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff.” No wonder he'd never been able to find pictures of him on any of her cameras – he'd have to find that crab suit to wear himself sometime. She'd love it. Travis looked around him. “Man, where did Charlotte go?” he exclaimed. “She was supposed to lead us to J-U-A-N's house party!” He shook his head mournfully. “I was totally going to let you guys do shots off of my thighs!” Travis narrates the story of The-Man-Who'd-Shown-The-Hunger-Games' death to him just before he dies. He attempts to continue planning the house party at Juan's after he hears that Juan and his girlfriend are going to leave for his office to make out with each other there. He notices that Susie has a thing for people dressed as crabs so he makes a mental note to find a crab costume to impress her, but is then upset when he realises that Charlotte isn't around to lead them to Juan's house. |
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Post by Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff) on Apr 23, 2014 11:26:17 GMT -5
The last look Lili gave her ate into her like a stubby little anglerfish dissolving into his best friend. Alma fished for something else to say to her…regret, fear, cowardice, it all flooded her, and this time, she could not surface. Lili floated away. Piper was staring at her camera and fiddling with it again. Alma looked over. Did she have any photographs of the ocean? From what Alma’d heard, Piper was a nature photographer without equal. But no, she seemed to be into…selfies. Embarrassing selfies, really. And then a gorgeous picture of a giant crab…wasn’t that Geraldine? came into view. Alma breathed out, intrigued by the way the dim light made his carapace glow, the contrast between light and dark, the happy expression on the ghost crab’s face as he waved to the photographer… “It’s so beautiful…” Alma said to Piper. The latter seemed to still be overcome by emotion—perhaps it was this way every time she’d seen a magnificent picture. Alma understood, sometimes Hermia got emotional when she’d written something powerful. “When did you take it?” she asked innocently. “Even Geraldine looks genuinely happy to see you in that picture.” “Guys,” he called with glee, “Juan's house P-A-R-T-Y is go! We have to order food in though, I can't handle that Greek stuff.”Juan? Was he talking about Professor Bardsley? This revelation was a surprise. She was always certain his name was Leland. No matter. Alma looked up from the camera to find Travis winking and motioning for the rest of the mafia to come with him. “I’ll come,” she said almost mechanically, fearing for her family (and Christopher for some reason--!) for a split second. No. The townspeople could take care of themselves as long as they didn’t do anything too drastic. The mafia was a reasonable bunch, yes? Alma knew she was. “Just…please, no fish for dinner.” Alma requested, looking down at her shoes and feeling a strange longing for Pillowface’s wordless comfort. “I can’t eat a fish for…sentimental reasons.” ------------------------------------------------------- Fluffle felt all the color drain from her face and fur, and this time she didn’t even care if she looked indecently shaved. This was not how hide-and-seek was supposed to end. She’d even found Morty first, hiding under a school desk. She’d snuck up on him, screeching at the top of her ghostly lungs to scare him from underneath, expecting him to laugh. Morty did not move. It was almost as if he was already dead. Fluffle blew her lips and poked at him with a temporarily solid hoof. What if he didn’t want to be found? Her ears shot up at this realization and she tried to stop the town from coming into the school—oh, why did she have to alert them…? Fluffle whinnied again, trying to redirect the angry seekers…but they’d ended up finding him again anyway, almost as if it was without her help. At the square, Fluffle blew her lips again and shook her head. He’d be a ghost soon. Was it because of her…? Hide-and-seek wasn’t her thing. Still, there were way too many ghosts, and Diana, too! Perhaps the latter came to research how ghosts were exterminated! Fluffle gave a yip and frantically searched for someplace high up and safe. The TV Station nearby? Perhaps they had donuts. There was another child, Fluffle noticed as she floated towards the station, another child that looked dripping wet with water, but her hair didn’t float like Lynna’s. Lynna herself popped out of the fur just to wave to the child, “HI THERE!” and dashed back into the fur, giggling and taking her pet fish with her. Fluffle smiled. Children were too cute. The pony floated into a room uninvited, where she saw… "J-j-just, we can't kill anyone!"Poor kid looked so flustered. She sniffed the air, searching for the doughnuts, but only caught a scent—a ghostly scent that reminded her vaguely of batter and checkered cloth. Fluffle didn’t see the source of the smell, so obviously, she had to be imagining things. She sighed and wished she could see him….wait, no, she had to focus. Poor kid needed a hug. Fluffle floated over and nuzzled him, the jostling forcing a stifled giggle to be elicited from her fur. Lynna poked her head out one more time, her hair flowing as if she was underwater. “Is it safe to come out y—“ she took one look at Christopher’s face and dove back in there, giggling once more. Oh dear! Fluffle looked around and saw that a lot of other people, alive and not-alive, were present. How rude of her, to crash the party and ask for donuts uninvited! She sank through the floor, her face a deep blue, blowing her lips and blowing raspberries all the way down. She was a strange pony in a strange cove, and that meant she needed…information. But the people over here, they didn’t keep cows, did they? Fluffle heard a neigh in the distance and her ears perked up. Horses! She bounded towards them, each bound making the little girl laugh more and more. “Again!” she cried, muffled in the fur. Wait…was that Rocky? And…a crazy ghost? "There she is. A girl."
Fluffle grinned and bounded faster. "That's a horse my friend."
Fluffle’s ears drooped. She couldn’t help that…
"I FOUND A NICKEL! I wish I had pockets..."
The pony pricked her ears up, intrigued by the rapid changing of subjects. That was what most people did to avoid offending others. She smiled, a little. This crazy-ghost wasn’t so crazy after all!
Rocky shook his head, "Come with me... We'll find some real girls..."
Fluffle’s ears drooped. She was a real girl! What had happened to her old friend…? She whinnied in desperation.
Afe snapped to attention, clutching a nickel, "But she is a girl!"
"Human..."
"Oh."Fluffle snorted and butted Rocky. “Pbbpbblt!” How dare he! Fluffle was allowed to work at the G-Host club even though she was a girl, Rocky had said so herself! Crazy-ghost had more sense than he did. She waved to him and stuck out her tongue. Without another word, the pony silently clip-clopped to try and get some information from the local horses. Hmm, The Stallion Inn. Fluffle liked this place already. She bet it was run by the most distinguished of horses. Surely they were smarter than people…
Alma admires Piper’s photo of Webster…or what she THINKS is PIPER’S photo…
She agrees to go to the house party at Bardsley’s but mentions she can’t have fish.
Fluffle feels guilty about leading the town to Morty, and takes Lynna to the TV station where they barge in on lots of people having a party. Deciding it would be rude to crash it despite the obvious temptation of donuts, Fluffle leaves and goes to The Stallion Inn to get some information from the horses.
She overhears her old friend Rocky saying that horses weren’t real girls and gets extremely offended but takes a liking to Afe.
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Post by PFA on Apr 23, 2014 13:28:04 GMT -5
And then Travis Richem happened. "Yo, we getting a tour of this badboy's man cave? If you two wanna steal away for a make-out session, then don't let us stop you."Professor Bardsley's face turned a bright red. Was Richem seriously suggesting— no, of course he was, this was Travis Richem. The man patted the professor on the head, and oh 'Woo he just kept talking— "Th-that's not what we're doing!" Professor Bardsley snapped. "She's a ghost, that's not even— rrngh." He groaned, pulling away from Richem and beckoning Dr. Pallada to follow. "Come on. I don't have time for this." As Professor Bardsley started on his way back toward Prettyboy College, he tried to ignore whatever tripe Richem was spouting off. Except... wait, what did he say he was planning to do at "Juan's" house? "And stay out of my house, Richem," Professor Bardsley added, before leaving. Travis embarrasses Professor Bardsley! Bardsley decides he doesn't have time for this, telling Travis to stay out of his house before heading back to his office with Pallada. |
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Post by Tiger on Apr 23, 2014 13:51:15 GMT -5
“Hey, think they finally saw you!” Thank goodness! Mick thought. Being a ghost, the chase shouldn’t have tired him at all. Purgatory being what it was, his nonexistent lungs burned despite the fact that Mick didn’t breath and couldn’t exactly get oxygen to organs that no longer belonged to him. So He hovered toward the driver’s side door. “Keep a little distance, mobster. You don’t wanna scare ‘em,” Meta advised. Trying to also not hover in the middle of the road – getting hit by a vehicle would probably not kill him, but he could think of quite a few ways it could be made very, very unpleasant, Mick stopped a short distance from the driver’s side door. “Cassidy and Jonathan, right? I’m not with the mafia,” he added quickly. “I’m here to help. You guys took something from Bardsley’s office, right?” Meta said, “You should probably know that Bardlsey and Pallada are heading to said office now.” What? How close are they?“They’re still at Town Hall, but it could take ‘em any number of posts to get there. Think it depends on Ja- Travis at this point.” Great. But that probably explained what Mick was there for – dealing with Pallada. The ex-revenant could fly, and that would make it easier for her to track the car than Bardsley could on foot. Or, so Mick assumed. If Diana Pallada was hanging out with the guy, he had to be clever. “We should probably keep moving,” Mick advised. “I don’t know if you saw but Bardsley’s keeping company with a ghost from another mafia, and…she’s not exactly friendly. I can help keep watch for her and at least buy you some time if she finds us.” Mick finds Cassidy and Jonathon and Meta tells Mick that Pallada and Bardsley are on their way to Bardsley’s office. Mick says he can keep watch for and fight Pallada if needed, figuring that’s why he’s on the mission in the first place. PFA, feel free to time-skip/assume/whatever. Cheryl post maybe coming later. |
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Post by RielCZ on Apr 23, 2014 14:12:14 GMT -5
Rilen stared at the crowd following his speech. Christopher seemed to be sobbing slightly, and the young trench coat girl gazed admirably at him. ((Rilen responds to other things while he's still in Channel 24.))Rilen returned outside from the offices of Channel 24 just in time to see Travis harassing Professor Bardsley near Town Square. Gingerly, he approached to hear better; it seemed the mafia in-fighting had begun, and the boarder smiled slightly, almost devilishly. "But I bet you'd both rather I was inside the room too, right?" Travis winked. "Th-that's not what we're doing!" Professor Bardsley snapped. "She's a ghost, that's not even— rrngh." Rilen decided to change his mind about that deluded "TV star"; the boarder quite liked Travis. The way he'd gotten on Bardsley's nerves, Mr. Richem was probably not too long for the mafia... or for living, unfortunately. But, Rilen hoped he was wrong on both accounts. "And stay out of my house, Richem."He wondered what a house party at Bardsley's would be like... Not that Rilen would be in attendance. The boarder started back towards the "secret place." *** Back on the beach, Lora turned off the heat on the portable stove. She had to let the soup cool. The rustling had died down, but she was still on her guard. She stared at Barbra and shrugged. "Herbs can be quite delicious in soup. I don't know if you're a herb or not, but..." She reached down to pluck one of Barbra's leaves... But then Rilen arrived. "Rilen, how'd it go?" Lora greeted. "It went well. The resistance will be well armed." He paused and looked at Lora beside Barbra. His heart skipped. "What are you doing beside that plant?" "I was going to put some of her leaves in--" Rilen leapt up and snatched Barbra away from his sister. He glared at Lora with ire. "You don't harm this plant. I love this plant." He paused. "Her name is Barbra." Wait, had her thorns changed somehow? Meh, he still had a point to prove. "But, I didn't name her... she can speak. I think she named herself. She's a wondrous flower." Lora nodded slowly. "Rilen, do we have to take you to--" "Trust me," Rilen sighed. "Between resurrections, ghosts, and somehow reaching you, a talking plant is one of the less insane things I've encountered on my journey." His sister paused. "Are you absolutely sure--" "I'm not crazy!" he barked at her before asking Barbra if she was OK. Rilen sees Travis harassing Bardsley and changes his mind, ultimately deciding he likes the former.
He returns to where his sister and Barbra are and narrowly prevents Lora from plucking leaves off Barbra.
Then Rilen and Lora discuss some of the zanier things that happened and the latter wonders of Rilen needs help or something. |
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Post by Gelquie on Apr 23, 2014 14:37:56 GMT -5
A faint smile appeared on Kylie's face as she watched her mother reunite with her... older sister. (That's going to take a lot of getting used to.) As much as Kylie wanted to stay to be with her now larger family, she remembered how much Lenore meant to her mother. And after 20 years, Beatrix needed this. She desperately needed this. They could talk more later. And besides... Kylie's smile disappeared. Lucille... Kylie still needed to talk to her. To apologize to her, to explain things to her, to... To figure things out. When she spoke to the town, she made no mention of where she was meeting. Which Kylie supposed was for the best; it wouldn't do to have the mafia know what they were planning. But it also meant that Kylie had no idea where to search. Her initial thought drifted towards the church, and perhaps holding a meeting away within the confines of the convent... If they could get away from the nuns. Kylie frowned. But at the same time, it seemed a little too obvious, and if the Mafia were serious about finding the group and stopping them before it really began... "HI THERE!" came a shout. Kylie's head whipped around just in time to see a ghost child (oh good; Lenore could use the company) duck back into the fur of a... A... Was that a GHOST HORSE? Kylie stared in awe at the incredibly fluffy horse. It seemed to be a species she had never seen before, and one that seemed to carry ghost children inside. Kylie found herself rising to her feet, a large part of her wanting to approach the horse and try to tame them, figure out what they-- Right. Lucille. But still, before Kylie could think of anything more, the horse began to float off. "Ah, wait--!" Kylie tried calling out before turning to her mother, still with Lenore in her hands. Kylie frowned before closing her eyes and nodding to herself. If she was going to find Lucille, she was going to have to start looking. Bea would be with Lenore for a while. They needed it. "Mother, Lenore, I need to go find Lucille," Kylie said. "I really need to talk to her. Besides... I think you need time to catch up. I'll meet you later." With that, Kylie gave the best if small smile she could give before walking off, following the horse. She didn't really know if the horse had seen Lucille or not, but she figured she may as well start somewhere. Besides, this horse seemed to be... special somehow. Maybe it was a sign from Woo. Kylie rushed down the street in time to see the horse float into a building. Channel 24 news... Kylie's mother had told her to stay away from there because of what happened with Cheryl. And it was true that she hadn't really talked to Cheryl much since then. But that didn't mean she didn't see all that Cheryl had done for the town, and the way that she had helped out when Kylie was mourning over... Kylie shook the thought out of her head. The point was that she wasn't in the Mafia, and she was helping out... It was time to let some things go. With that, Kylie rushed into the building before rushing up the stairs, making a guess concerning where the pony had floated. When she reached the proper floor, she began to walk quietly down the corridor, listening for the sounds of a pony, or any quadrupedal movements. Instead, she began to hear voices. Multiple voices planning. And... Lucille. That was Lucille's voice. Breathless--and forgetting about the pony--Kylie leaned closer to the door, putting her ear to it and peering inside the tiny window. Most of the window was covered by some paper or another, but there was a sliver which Kylie peeked into. Christopher, Cheryl, Melanie, Lucille... Lucille...It took all of Kylie's strength to not throw open the door and take Lucille in her arms right there and then, and even more strength to not shout Lucille's name at the top of her lungs. She knew that she was busy at the moment; they couldn't talk about their relationship right there and then. And besides, they were talking about serious things, like overthrowing the mafia, or planning on it... Kylie sat against the door. The Mafia... Even if things were better with her family now, that didn't mean that things were going to be great. Nathan was still going to barge in. The town was still taken over. They were still living with the threat over their heads. Kylie felt her heart dropping as she thought about a lifetime of living under that shadow, and any kids living under that shadow. Kids like Lenore... Kylie frowned as she thought about her role. Sure, she had helped Lucille and Bea throughout. But she still wasn't convinced if she had really done enough. At the same time, Kylie could only remember how... Foreign the knife felt in her hands when it was used to kill. To cut rope or cake was one thing. But to take a life? But then again... Did she have to wield a weapon to help save the town? Kylie sat there for a moment before deciding. She got to her feet and gently knocked on the door before opening it slightly. "It's okay, I'm not one of them," Kylie made sure to say before entering, closing the door behind her. She stared at the room around her, glimpsing more members of the mafia, and... Lucille. A storm of emotions swirled inside her chest, on the one hand wanting to talk to Lucille right there and then, and apologize for everything she had done. But she had to explain herself. She'd just walked in on a rebel meeting, after all. Still, she found herself staring into Lucille's once more-brightly colored hazel eyes as she spoke. "I don't know exactly what we should do about the Mafia... But I want to help. I... I need to do something." ---- Prue stood in the field, trying to ignore the two blurry things pointing at her and talking about her. As they finished talking, Prue flicked her tail before seeing a strange, blurry sort of ghost thing ram into the other strange creatures. Prue let out a whinny; good. Get rid of those predators. Salieri let out a more threatening whinny and tried to approach the strange horse. Strangers were bad. Human strangers were one thing; the mistress insisted on them. But other strangers could steal stuff. Plus, it was a weird stranger. Noticing Salieri's behavior, Prue decided to approach, flicking her tail in Salieri's direction. The strange creature already helped with predators. Perhaps they were a friend. Chamomile seemed to have the same line of thinking, and she limped over towards them at her own pace. (The poor mistress must have been distracted. But she'll come back, Chamomile was sure. The mistress loved them, after all.) A sixth horse watches from closer to the stalls. Chopin and Rooibos neighed from the other side of the fence, intently watching the scene they cannot reach. Prue stared at Fluffle, waiting for her to say what she wanted. Kylie is happy to reunite Bea and Lenore, and decides to go off to find Lucille. After pondering for a while on where to find Lucille, she gets distracted by a ghost horse because horses are awesome, omg. She still tries to focus on Lucille, but hopes the horse is a messenger of sorts. She excuses herself and goes to follow the horse. By an odd stroke of luck, Kylie manages to find the meeting. After a short internal debate, she lets herself in, tries very hard NOT to snog Lucille right there and then, and announces her intent to help with the rebellion.
Meanwhile, Prue is annoyed by the oddly shaped things, but is pleased to see another horse-like oddly shaped thing chase away the predators. Salieri is mistrusting, Prue is curious. Salieri, Chamomile, and Prue approach Fluffle to see what the strange friend wants. |
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