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Post by Beelzebibble on Nov 6, 2015 7:30:02 GMT -5
Sunday the 15th 9:53 am“Another goddamn Power hit, huh? When are they going to wise up and put all those cutthroats in jail where they belong? Am I right, Davidson?” Commissioner Perry Williams was a beefy, dark-skinned man with many admirable qualities, none of which seemed to shine through whenever Powers were brought crashing back to the forefront of his consciousness. Certainly the facial expression with which he was glaring at Inspector Davidson at this particular moment did not betray what Williams’ peers called his “composed, knowing demeanor.” “Yes, sir.” Williams clapped a pudgy palm to his forehead. “It’s unnatural, that’s all.” He didn’t want to give the impression that he hated Powers. Surely not. Or rather he didn’t hate the people. In fact he pitied them. He understood full well that they weren’t to blame for their actions. It was all in the genes. A human’s DNA couldn’t be mutated like that without screwing their behavioral patterns to shit. And then there were the magic-users. People said the ability to utilize magic was a supernatural gift. Scientists, or at least the scientists who knew their stuff in Williams’ opinion, said that it was actually the result of a chemical anomaly in the brain. So, all in all, the Power population couldn’t really be held responsible for the fact that it consisted entirely of freaks, killers and sociopaths. Williams therefore pitied Powers rather than hating them. He saved his hatred for the destruction and demoralization they caused on a routine basis. “It’s unnatural,” he repeated, pacing the space behind his desk. “Believe me, Davidson, if I were in charge I’d have the whole mess cleaned up by now. Ever since those Conventions were passed a couple decades ago, the government as good as turns a blind eye to shit like this! And we’re the ones left picking up the pieces—!” “If I can interject, sir,” Inspector Davidson said. “You do know the individuals who fought off the attackers were also Powers?” Williams raised his head. “What’s that?” “The woman was a magician. Eyewitnesses claim she fought back using rhymed spells that seemed to correspond to ingredients procured from her hat.” Williams rested heavily against his desk. “But the man…?” “The two men.” Davidson held up two fingers as if to clarify. “I have it from several reliable sources that a second, identical man was seen to appear suddenly out of thin air and join the fight. Twins, apparently. Teleporters, without a doubt.” The Commissioner took all this in with eyebrows raised. Then he arrived at a response he liked. “Why’d they take off, then?” he asked, tapping an index finger rigidly on the table. “Right? What’s goin’ on there? If they were such big damn heroes, they would have stuck around for our men to arrive, wouldn’t they? They didn’t want to face the police. That’s indisputable.” He began pacing again with renewed vigor. “Probably weren’t trying to defend the restaurant at all,” he said. “Probably just some kind of catfight among their kind. Except it’s our kind that end up in bodybags.” “As you say, Commissioner.” “Still… can’t exactly arrest the ones who were eating there, can we? All we can do is hunt for the ones who attacked. We’d never manage to swing charges against magic girl and the twins. Damn shame, too.” “Rest assured, sir, my men and I’ll find the two who attacked and bring them into custody.” “Good.” Williams saluted wearily. “That’s all for now, Davidson.” Davidson returned the salute. “Thank you, Commissioner.” After Davidson had gone, Commissioner Williams was left to stand over the mound of papers on his desk and sift through them distractedly. His mind was elsewhere. He had sparked his own imagination with that comment about what it would be like if he were president of the Archipelago. How wonderful to envision a nation without Powers of any kind – without people who could fly, or read minds, or turn invisible, or throw around thunderbolts, or… He pitied Powers but he did not hate them. And he did not envy them. Not at all. ISHKABIBBLE SCENE SIXTEEN Lucas and Scar are Delighted to Ratchet Up the Bloodshed Already Underway Monday the 16th 1:26 pmNico Giarrettiera reached around briefly from behind the foliage to take a shot at the King of Clubs, and immediately blinked. He thought he must be seeing an illusion. A massive, semi-transparent disk whose shape suggested a roulette wheel had taken form around the masked man and was revolving with a dizzy rattle. It seemed not completely solid – in fact, not completely real – and yet Nico allowed that it was real enough to deflect bullets such as the one he had just fired. In fact, quite a few bullets could be seen ricocheting off the surface of the wheel; the Giarrettieras’ side seemed to be having some difficulty coming to terms with this new development. Nico watched his brother waste four straight rounds upon the wheel before cursing and turning his gun elsewhere. The rest of the attackers hadn’t drawn upon the same method of protection as the King of Clubs, which led Nico to guess that they weren’t Powers like their boss. All the same, they carried one advantage he didn’t: the element of surprise. Every time Nico looked over at the crowded and overturned tables, where the civilians in the room had gathered to scream and cower under the smoke and noise, it seemed yet another apparent innocent had risen and pulled out a firearm. Either the Hotel Ansonia’s customers were quite a bit more bloodthirsty than Nico had ever realized, or these fighters had been stationed here by the King of Clubs well in advance. And, considering that all these civilians were shooting at the Giarrettieras’ men and none at the masked man’s, there was really no doubt in Nico’s mind about their alliance. Nico ducked back behind the enormous potted bush. Let all the diners start shooting, he thought. It would be so much easier to just slaughter everyone in the room. At least that way he could be sure to take out the one who had killed Massimo. He looked down beside him at the bloodied form of his oldest brother. Nico became aware that his heart was still thudding more slowly and heavily than it should. There was no reason why the words Massimo is dead should have been so difficult to put together in his mind. It wasn’t as though Nico had never considered the possibility that his oldest brother might die like this, without even any proper last words. And yet, now that it had – No. The thought didn’t finish. There was a cold feeling from the back of Nico’s neck all the way to the fingers which gripped his gun. Which he swung back around the leaves to loose another bullet at the exact moment that an explosion took out part of the dining hall’s wall in flames and threw the King of Clubs forward onto the balcony railing. Nico lowered his gun, while in front of the potted bush, Cesare stumbled back and cursed again, wiping his eyes. For a moment, no shots were fired, but the screams filling the dining hall had only amplified as the dust cleared and the fire tried to spread across whatever surfaces it could find. One of the main doors into the dining hall fell off its hinges and forward onto the wreckage. Two figures were visible beyond the threshold. * * * Lucas and Scar were supposed to come to the dining hall? Oh, so that Prime and Alyssa would follow them out. Or, you know, I could have handled that any other conceivable way so that we wouldn't need to watch Lucas & Scar cause even more pointless bloody mayhem. And, hey, whoa, first chronological appearance of our boy Commissioner Williams! Look at that sweet-ass one-dimensional characterization! Attend the super-subtle shades of Power envy worked in at the end, shades which were later worked in rather less clumsily in Obscured Truth. There followed every thought the Commissioner did not wish to think. Firstly, yes, his repeated indictments of his own failures and insecurities, which he now could tell had been only too easy for Mr. Nopcsa to draw out and paraphrase. These were joined by a surge of codes, strings, passwords and combinations; a complete inventory of the items held under 24-hour surveillance in the station's vault, and the name and shifts of the officer on that duty in whom Williams placed the least trust; every establishment in Ecruteak known to be under Don Giarrettera's thumb, and the names of those owners who had agreed to furnish the police with information on the mob's day-to-day business in exchange for protection; the phone numbers to the private hotlines of three dozen police agencies aligned with various nation-states of the UN; the power Wiliams himself most often daydreamed of using when he was a boy in America; a near-verbatim transcript of the letter from Dacten to Larry Odio. All intermixed with a slurry of images: mopping vomit off the floor of Courtney's bedroom; Alicia in tears after he had nearly screamed at her for dismantling, in fifteen minutes of apparently cold-blooded animal purpose, the model train town in the cellar; Monica drawing him close, kissing his cheek and whispering past his ear in the darkness, six months ago at the least... Directives below the spoiler. Shit, meet fan. Oh, you two are already acquainted? Well, then, cool, just go ahead and mingle.
Lucas & Scar: Game time has started. The bombs have detonated. Pretty good setup for a dramatic entrance. Now where is that Reiki?
Is it here in the dining hall? Looks like nope. But hey, on the plus side, there are even more people to kill here than there were at d’Arcangel’s. And a lot of these people are actually packing guns. Not bad! If any bullets start flying your way, that would be a pretty good excuse to let some heads roll.
Specifically, everyone in this room whom you don’t already know to have contractual immortality is free to die. The Mafia, Tanner’s group, and the civilians. And since no doubt some of them will try to shoot you, you can basically chalk up any murders that take place here to self-defense! Oh, except the civilians. If they die, well, that’s because they… were looking at you… funny. Good enough.
The Mafia and these other gunmen appeared to be shooting at each other. Are you curious? Maybe. If so, maybe you’d like to ask what’s going on here. Or maybe you straight-up don’t care. So many possibilities.
Go ahead and indulge yourselves a little. But don’t dally too long. After all, the Reiki isn’t here – a fact which one of you ought to express out loud, so that Prime can hear it. After a few posts from each of you, exit the dining hall the way you came in.
Prime: No taking on Lucas and Scar just yet. Busy yourself against some of the other gunmen in the room while those two make their entrance. When you hear them use the word “Reiki,” well, your ears perk up a little. This is why you’re here, after all. So when Lucas and Scar exit the dining hall to make their way ultimately to the lounge, you need to beat a path out of there to follow them.
Alyssa: No taking on Lucas and Scar just yet. Busy yourself against some of the other gunmen in the room while those two make their entrance. When Prime hears them use the word “Reiki,” well, his ears will perk up a little. This is why he’s here, after all. So when Lucas and Scar exit the dining hall to make their way ultimately to the lounge, he’ll beat a path out of there to follow them. Go with him. You probably have no interest in the Reiki, but those two guys look f*cking murderous and you consider Prime at least close enough to a friend not to want him to get slaughtered out there. You’ll see to it that he doesn’t lose any vital parts, like his head.
Every time one of you four – Lucas, Scar, Prime and Alyssa – leaves the dining hall, that should be the last we hear from you in this topic. The scene will end when all of you are gone, and we’ll come back to you next in the lounge, where your battle will take place.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Nov 6, 2015 7:38:54 GMT -5
Monday the 16th 12:27 pm“Easy there, mate,” Rowland advised Warren, who had begun cutting off another piece of roast beef before he’d even finished lifting the most recent one to his mouth. Sawing at a new chunk of roast beef with only the knife, while the fork was otherwise occupied, was a task no easier than Warren was making it look. “Can’t help it,” Warren managed thickly. “Getting antsy. When’s he going to—” “Don’t – just shut it, all right? Chew. Slowly. Christ, you’re making enough of a scene already, you don’t need to give the whole game away,” Rowland finished in a hiss. Warren shoveled the next chunk in. “’S go,” he urged. “Chew.” They had to maintain some semblance of dignity. Lunch in the Hotel Ansonia’s dining hall obviously wasn’t meant to reach the level of noise and general fuss to which Warren was aspiring. Rowland spotted an old couple the next table over giving him dark looks. Well, f*ck them. Rowland had an StG 44 beneath the tablecloth would be more than happy to engage in civilized discourse with anyone who gave them trouble. Still the point was not to have to drag out the artillery this early. Not until the boss gave the word. And speaking of – “Well, well,” said Rowland. Then he tapped Warren’s plate with his fork; the lout hadn’t looked up. Rowland gestured beyond Warren’s chair. “By the something of my thumbs…” The gentleman in question had entered the dining hall and was easing toward their table with the help of his jewelled black cane. ISHKABIBBLE SCENE SEVENTEEN Charles Tanner Gesticulates Discreetly to Signal the Imminent Robbery “Shall we say one fifteen?” Tanner asked in a low voice when he’d reached them. “That long?” Warren fairly whined. “Can it. The man needs some lunch.” Rowland slid out a chair. “Right, boss?” “Exactly, yes,” Tanner made to sit down. “We shall all need a spot of—” He stood up straight again. There was something which required his attention. A vein throbbed momentarily in the temple. Yes, surely… There it was. Or rather, she. Or rather, one of them; Tanner couldn’t be quite sure she was the only Power nearby, but this girl was a cert. He pushed the c. back up against the table and started moving across the peach- and mint-patterned carpet to where she had just taken a seat. “Boss?” “One fifteen,” Tanner spoke again, no louder than before, without turning his head. The pulse resurged slightly as he drew near. A confirmation. Strange getup for a young woman in this place. Even a young man, for that matter, might have felt some reservations about strolling around the Hotel Ansonia in a t-shirt and cargo pants. And most y. m. would probably not have topped the ensemble off with a splayed ponytail of light-brown hair with streaks of green, at that. Doubtless one was not looking at a specimen of the “rich lazy Westerner touring the Archipelago” demographic to which the hotel pandered. Tanner rested his free hand on the chair opposite hers. “As innocently and designlessly as possible, may I ask whether this seat is taken?” * * * Tan & Nat. Not much to say here that isn't described pretty well in the directives. I was all ready to come in with "What is this stupid filler scene here for" but then the directive to Lee made a pretty convincing argument in its favor, I guess. Natalie: Here we have a rarity – in fact, something unique to all Ishkabibble: a conversation which was not conceived to serve any specific plot purpose. There’s nothing that needs to be said right here. The scene isn’t useless filler, obviously – it’s our first chronological glimpse of Tanner, in which we see him subtly arranging the players for the holdup at 1:15. We will also see Prime and Alyssa meeting again for the first time some distance away in the dining hall; their conversation, running parallel to this one, will serve as the first time they’re seen chronologically as well.
But then there’s you, and your conversation with Tanner, which is completely open-ended. There’s no reason why this little chat needs to happen. It’s just that this is the last “quiet” scene in the order of presentation until the finale at the hospital, and I thought, why not? Let’s take the opportunity for some character interaction that doesn’t have to be in service to the plot.
Of course, depending on the way you carry yourself – by which I mean, depending on the targets you pick – in the final battle, this scene could have some greater relevance. There’ll be all kinds of people in the dining hall whom you could believably attack, including the Mafia goons, the King of Clubs’ minions, Alpha, and Nopcsa, but if you want to go for the big one and take on the King of Clubs himself, then this conversation could be worked as a prelude to that. And I know you’re good enough to realize that “prelude to a fight” doesn’t have to mean “animosity at first sight” or anything so simple.
An important question would be whether you might recognize that this old fellow is the King of Clubs, but I doubt it. While a notorious figure in Europe, little is known elsewhere about the King of Clubs, who never pulled a major heist outside Europe until the Princess Buttercup incident. Of course, you had several acquaintances on board that airship, so no doubt you’re aware of the King of Clubs as a criminal figure, but only Terrian got to know Tanner well enough to guess at the connection and that’s something he’s kept to himself.
Aaand, that’s it, really. Let’s just kill some time and let Prime and Alyssa meet back up. Once the topic seems to have run its course (as usual, no more than a page, I’m sure), I’ll wrap things up. If you could just toss in a line (of narration) about planning to head upstairs to your room after lunch, that would be useful, to explain why you’re not still in the dining hall when events unfold later (and why, instead, you find Helen etc. upstairs).
Prime and Alyssa: Weren’t expecting to be in this scene? I want to run two conversations simultaneously: Tanner-Natalie, and Prime-Alyssa. Once both have run their brief course, I’ll end the scene. This is our first time seeing both of you chronologically, so treat it as your entrance into the story, in terms of clueing the audience in on why you’re here.
I figure Blood takes the first post and has Alyssa just sitting down to lunch when Prime comes in, hoping the Reiki might be here in the dining hall. Not true, of course, but when he sees Alyssa taking her place at a table, he decides to join her. You, Prime the RPer, have expressed the idea that the character will probably be ill-kempt and/or ill-shaven in this story; try to get those details in with your first post so that Alyssa can react appropriately (probably not recognizing you from Shrinking right off the bat, I mean).
Invite yourself to lunch with her, Prime, why not. There’s nothing major happening in this scene at all – in fact, it’s the last real “quiet” scene before the climactic next batch, so just chill and talk a bit, why don’t you? I’m not going to specify any flagpoints you have to hit, either; the important thing is to see that you two have met again, so once that happens, the actual conversation can be about whatever you like.
Nor will that conversation come to a definite close within this scene. In fact, you guys will stay in the dining hall until Scene Four and all that happens from there, so this scene will undoubtedly end with you guys still in mid-conversation. The length will be gauged by Natalie’s and Tanner’s talk; when it ends, the scene ends.
Speaking of Natalie and Tanner, please resist any impulse you might have to recognize either of them across the dining hall. That would really screw things up, and the room is definitely large and populated enough that there’s no reason you would necessarily notice them. Pretend they’re not there and the scene is just the two of you.
That’s it. Carry on.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Nov 6, 2015 8:01:05 GMT -5
Monday the 16th 7:44 pmNatalie had to admit some surprise after she pushed open the door; this place was a little classier than it looked on the outside. After her bout of bar hopping last night, she’d thought Winstone had lived up to its reputation – the establishments had run the full spectrum from pretty shabby and run-down to really shabby and run-down. But this one was different: well-polished surfaces, tasteful lighting, cushioned booths… No big mystery why, Nat thought. The rumors she’d gathered yesterday all pointed to this bar as the favorite of the Giarrettiera family. Course, that might change. Given the new management.She looked up and down the booths swiftly before taking even one more step into the bar. She wasn’t interested in wasting her time. Considering the fact that her hotel reservation had been cut short early, tonight she was either sleeping back in Whelkshore or roughing it. She wanted to get moving south soon enough to aim for the former. But it seemed Nat was in the right place at last. A Korean woman, approaching middle age by her looks, was sitting in a far booth and twirling a glass on its edge. By the descriptions Nat had heard, this was the person she’d been searching around for since yesterday. “I'm assuming that the other seat isn't taken,” Natalie glanced around cagily, eying the other customers. Compared to them, her outfit was not exactly “dressy”. In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that the restaurant staff were experienced with rough customers and knew when to stay out of the way, her t-shirt and jeans combo probably would have earned her a kind invitation to leave the premises. “Please, help yourself!” the woman smiled, gesturing toward the empty space in the booth. “I suppose you have a question for me? Or else an answer?” “I've got a few questions for you, really, though I don't know if you've got the answers, or just an idea on who might...” Natalie sat down briskly. She rested her forearms halfway on the table, fingers knit. “Well, then. My name is Yoon Mangjeol. Care to give me a name, as well?” Though the information broker spoke as if she were making an offer, a certain pleasant firmness in her voice seemed to allude to a rule of business. Natalie guessed the woman would retain names and pass them on to anyone else who wanted to hear them. “Of course, you're free to lie about that. I have no way of disproving you. For the moment, at least.” “Don't see why I would. Anybody who could use my name against me hasn't, yet.” Nat shrugged, and offered her calloused right hand as if for an introductory shake. “My name is Sylvia Natalie Ulima. Friends call me Nat. You'll be calling me Sylvia.” “Fair enough, Sylvia,” said Mangjeol, briefly pressing her own pale hand to Nat's. “Then let's hear the questions.” “Okay, first order of business... You've heard of the Fascere Order, I'm assuming? Or is...” Natalie looked over her shoulder, ensuring that nobody was listening in. Indeed, Mangjeol at least had either the savvy or the reputation to earn herself a measure of privacy from the patrons. “…mundane business the only thing that you keep track of?” After a moment of thought, Natalie quickly tacked on an addendum. “This isn't my question proper, by the way.” “Don't worry, I'm not a genie. You can ask as many questions as you're willing to pay for. Now, let me see. The Fascere Order... A Power agency. They operate out of Hawaii, isn't that right?” “Yeah. I had a lovely vacation there a few weeks back, with some friends of mine. We blew down half their building, and...” Natalie paused ominously. “Sent a few of their gentlemen on a more permanent vacation.” Natalie hoped that attaching a piece of information like that to her visit would make it clear to any future customers: trifling with her was a very bad idea. “Anyways, some contacts of mine—” She allowed herself an amused smirk. Only Thyra would know that by “contacts”, she meant her middle-aged mother and father. “They said something about seeing some operatives there moving a whole heap of excavation equipment and personnel. Out in Burkina Faso. Rumor has it that they're actually clearing out entire villages to make room for their dig teams.” “Ah...” Mangjeol touched a finger to her chin. “You're describing the Mamba Order, a Fascere branch that does work in Africa. Dirty business, to be sure! Well, I suppose I could tell you a bit more than that, if we could agree on a price. How much would it be worth to you? Shall we say a hundred?” “I was thinking more like five,” The warrior reached into her pocket, and produced a wad of rumpled bills. She peeled the stated number off, and carelessly flipped the wrinkled paper across the table. “I'm assuming that should be adequate.” Mangjeol's glance confirmed it. Each bill was equal to the amount she had initially asked for. “A name has shot up to the surface of my memory,” the broker said without missing a beat. “Na-something. Nachoset! That's it. Now what does Nachoset have to do with...” As she spoke, she smoothed out the bills and counted them off, barely seeming to move her hands while doing so. In another instant they had disappeared. “Oh, of course. He's the fellow in charge over there. I understand he was moved to this new project following some manner of development regarding his powers... Ah, let me see... They're exploring some dormant site of significance... A cavern? Perhaps. I must admit I wasn't clear on those details. An underground location, I'm sure of that.” “That's... what I was looking for. Not necessarily good news, but it tells me where to go from here.” Natalie plucked a few more bills from the wad, slipped these ones more discreetly across the table, and then moved as if to rise from her seat. “If you don't mind, I must be going now. Business.” “Perhaps I can interest you in another piece?” Mangjeol asked quickly, before Natalie could stand. “You might even find it relevant. It concerns the Fascere Order.” “Sure.” Natalie paused, tensing for a moment and then slumping back into her seat. She hadn't been sure about throwing the bonus cash around like she had, but it seemed that the generosity was going to pay back dividends. “There's a man living in this area with connections to the Order. Or at least, so I heard from a purported Fascere member who was in here the other morning. And I sold him a very lucrative bit of information I had on hand about the local fellow. I'll give it to you free of charge if you like. After all, Sylvia, I like to treat my well-paying customers properly.” “What's the name of this guy, first of all? It's not Garth, is it?” “Garth? No, no... I haven't heard of anyone by that name, I'm afraid.” Mangjeol cast an automatic-looking glance over the bar before leaning forward and continuing, “The man's name is Terrian Brogue. And it's been brought to my attention that he's been profiting considerably off a counterfeiting operation somewhere in this city.” Natalie’s face had swiftly hardened from “Terrian” on, and she paused incredulously before responding. “Miss, I don't think that's how things work. First of all, it's not exactly what you'd call... counterfeiting, if he's up to what I think he is. Second, I don't think he has the balls to stick with something so risky, so you'll probably need to update your news ticker the next time somebody sneezes in his general direction…” Natalie stood up, dusting herself off reflexively. On the bright side, it was nice to have stopped in a place where the seat let go of one willingly. “And third, in the past few days, I've heard more about Terrian that I would want to in a lifetime.” She started to turn away, but thought the better of it. Reaching into her pocket, she produced a small black business card. She gently handed it to Mangjeol. In gold print, a number and name were embossed, with a large logo hewn from what appeared to be obsidian and rubies adhered directly to the cardstock. “That's my boss's number. If you ever are looking for somebody... lucrative, he's always looking for help.” Natalie decided not to go any farther with the remark. Mangjeol was competent, businesslike, and female. If she ever wanted to stop being a free agent, she was exactly the type George liked in his upper-ranks. Mangjeol didn’t say anything soon enough; she was obviously too busy frantically trying to process Natalie’s response. By the time she would look up from scrutinizing George’s business card, Natalie would be out the door. ISHKABIBBLE SCENE EIGHTEEN Negotiations as the South Pole Summoners Choose to Conduct Them are Brief Monday the 16th 1:19 pmAlpha for Christ’s sake where are you?Terrian fell back as Don Giarrettiera and his men pressed through into the dining hall. “Wait, guys,” he said to Jonas, Rie and Rhys. “I don’t know where Alpha is. He’s not answering me.” The other three stopped rather reluctantly, probably eager to see whatever was happening in the dining hall. “If something happened to him, there might be a bigger problem than just those three guys in the car… For all I know, Blaise is on the attack. Can we split up and try to find him? I’d send duplicates, but if someone took Alpha down, more duplicates won’t do much good.” * * * Two Natalie scenes bunched together toward the end here? Well, this is just a mini-scene with Yoon, but still, that's an odd structural decision. I don't hate it though. Reminds me of season 4 of Arrested Development and the deliberate withholding of both of the George Michael episodes until near the end. Rie, Jonas, and Rhys dash off, and then Terrian runs into Joseph & Tsubota. They try to invite him into a business arrangement (which, I admit, as Lee says, was always weird - I guess you could say the South Pole Summoners are struggling a lot in terms of resources, but they don't seem to be specifically money-driven, as he pointed out), and when that goes sour, things briefly turn into a standoff. When one Terrian suddenly turns into about a dozen Brogues, Joe & Bo think better of this negotiation and, at Terrian's urging, skip on out of the hotel - unfortunately to be picked up by the cops, necessitating the Miko breakout scene. And when I use the word "necessitating", I want you to understand that that doesn't imply I think anything about the Joe & Bo plot was necessary at all. Actually, this scene does serve a larger purpose, in steeling Terrian's resolve. Even though it's going to be painful, he has the capacity to stop most of this madness on his own. And it's in that spirit that he returns to the dining room. Rie: I need just one post from you in which you agree to try to find Alpha. Tell them you’ll search the garage (which is where he was last seen). Then start moving downstairs using a staircase onto which this corridor opens (don’t go back to the garage the way you guys came up through it originally, which was through the lobby. This is all important stuff as stupid at it may seem to specify). After that, no need to post any further in this scene; we’ll see what happens when you actually arrive at the garage soon enough.
Probably you should take the first post, here, since the garage is the most obvious location to look; it wouldn’t make much sense for Bulbs or SV to go before you.
Jonas: Give Choobs the first post, so that Rie can claim the most obvious location to search: the garage. You yourself should volunteer to search the grounds, maybe on the idea that Alpha might have been subjected to a kidnapping and you can catch the fiends escaping. At the far end of this corridor is a door leading out onto the playground. Head toward that door.
You only need one post in this topic, to tell us where you’re going. Obviously, Scene Fifteen is where we actually see you get there.
Rhys: Give Choobs the first post, so that Rie can claim the most obvious location to search: the garage. You yourself should volunteer to search upstairs, maybe on the idea that someone is holding Alpha hostage inside a bedroom. This corridor opens onto a staircase leading up, so take it.
You only need one post in this topic, to tell us where you’re going. Obviously, we’ve already seen in Scene Eight what happens when you go upstairs.
Joseph & Tsubota: Give Choobs, SV and Bulbs the first few posts, to allow Rie, Rhys and Jonas to shuffle off for their respective fight scenes, before you guys come in. In fact, give me time for another post to send Terrian hurrying down the hallway toward the lobby.
So you two followed Julia’s car all the way here, which is something we didn’t see onscreen. She also managed to handily lose you two, probably without even realizing you were tailing her. That’s at least one plot point that does not get plainly exposited onscreen so whoo hoo for subtlety. I’m really good at writing. Yeah.
After parking the motorbike in the garage (remember that Vinnie noticed it there when he woke up in Scene Three), you guys moved upstairs, which is where we find you now. You breezed through the lobby before Flo etc. took over there; not having yet run into any of Tanner’s minions while combing the first floor, you’re not even necessarily aware a holdup is taking place.
It’s kind of a hazy moment for you two; you’ve lost sight of the person you were following, who wasn’t even the person you were originally supposed to be after, so you’re basically about to give up. In fact, let’s hear one of you beckon the other one back in the general direction of the lobby, with the suggestion that they should just get the motorbike and head back toward Terrian’s mansion. If you did move toward the lobby, of course, you would walk in on Flo etc. holding Blaise etc. at gunpoint and that thread of the story might take a very different direction. Instead, something much more convenient happens. You round a corner and run straight into Terrian, that very guy you were originally sent to Ecruteak to look for.
Your luck’s turned! So, needless to say, we’re looking at some negotiations here. Some brief ones, since that is how you choose to conduct them. As I said back in the directions for Scene Five, I’ve been assuming Tsubota would take a more diplomatic tack while Joseph would emphasize the “And if you’re not interested in dealing with us, your TEETH can always deal with OUR FISTS” aspect. But however you want to divvy up the roles, Terrian’s impatience and refusal to listen to any more overtures of alliance will eventually wear your patience thin.
The way I’ve loosely envisioned this scene’s outcome is that Joseph turns to physical measures i.e. slamming Terrian up against the wall, and Terrian pulls some variety of dirty trick like a knee to the groin or whatever’s an appropriate response to your action. Thus Terrian escapes Joseph’s grasp long enough to churn out enough duplicates with Mage Mashers to surround Joseph and Tsubota. (You’d need to clue me in on how many gunmen it would take to give Joseph and Tsubota pause. A handful? A dozen?)
You’ve expressed a desire for Joseph to understand the unique properties of the Mage Masher as a point for your own plot machinations later on, so I figure Tsubota could toss up some kind of barrier to protect himself and Joseph, if that’s within the scope of Tsubota’s powers. Then Terrian or one of the duplicates can fire a shot through it – not directly at them, of course, but so as to demonstrate that that’s not going to fly.
Once Terrian has the advantage, he’ll express something on the spectrum between “I’m sorry to have to do that, but this isn’t a good time. Can you tell your boss to find me some other day?” and “Get the f*ck out of here.” After which the scene will effectively end; if you’d like another post, tell me, but otherwise I’ll wrap it up there. Naturally, you two are going to get picked up by the police while trying to depart the hotel, leading to the events of Scene Fourteen.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Nov 6, 2015 8:03:04 GMT -5
That gets us up to the final batch of three scenes, of which Nineteen and Twenty-one will be run full-fledged, along with the closer, Twenty-two. Ought to start within the next few days or so. And then this juggernaut can finally go off to prance and gallivant forever in RP Elysium.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Nov 6, 2015 15:56:42 GMT -5
Agreed on Williams, he comes across much better in both Boullogne and OT. I think some of the issue is in this narrative, he's talking about them too much - reading it, I was waiting for the "right so when's he gonna admit he's jealous of powers" punchline. He's a much more sympathetic character in more recent appearances.
I do love the dynamic between Nat and Yoon though, especially when Yoon's telling Nat information that she already knows. I don't know how much of that scene you two co-wrote but I love the whole, Nat tipped Yoon so Yoon spilled more beans.
I am curious - you specifically mention in the narrative someone who can throw thunderbolts, inspiration for Staudt?
(Also you keep saying you don't know why you used King of Clubs and I can't understand why, he's a great character to read, even if it did make me want to cry when he used the word 'chuffed'. I don't think I've ever heard someone over about 25 use that word)
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Post by Beelzebibble on Nov 6, 2015 16:17:42 GMT -5
Great question about Staudt. No idea. I'm guessing that was an accident, but sure, let's call it a clever callback.
Duly noted on "chuffed".
(Anyway, I'm glad you appreciate Tanner, I should be less harsh, but I've been pretty down on him for the last few years. His powers and his entire villainous M.O. were never very well thought out, and while he has a certain pride of place for codifying the "stereotypical" Pohatu dialogue style - which Terrian has never exemplified, I would argue - that's an inheritance that several much more interesting and deserving characters have done better with in the years since. I would need to seriously overhaul Tanner's character to get excited about using him in a new story. Flo and Hugh, on the other hand, have my undying love.)
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Post by Tout-Perd on Nov 6, 2015 16:56:19 GMT -5
After seeing the sheer number of scenes in which Blood was expected to use Alyssa (his least assertive/powerful character) to try to keep Prime in check, I am now beginning to fathom why it was that he had such vitriol towards the event as a whole. Would you mind PMing me that last scene, or are you dumping it into the Marianas Trench where none shall ever stumble upon it? I mean, I 'm just curious where the heck the Reiki was hiding during this, because it's the one plot point I've seen no real foreshadowing or hints as to how it resolves.
Spitballing, just because I've written more with Prime than any other author still here: The weapon isn't in any corporeal location. Instead, it's in Prime's soul, and he somehow pulls it out of himself when the fight scene has him on the ropes. He then effortlessly thrashes everybody who the author is aware of within the topic. (The other alternative is that Alyssa dies/is raped/dies and then is raped, and this somehow makes her turn into the sword for Prime to use.)
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Post by Tout-Perd on Nov 6, 2015 16:57:21 GMT -5
That gets us up to the final batch of three scenes, of which Nineteen and Twenty-one will be run full-fledged, along with the closer, Twenty-two. Ought to start within the next few days or so. And then this juggernaut can finally go off to prance and gallivant forever in RP Elysium. Don't you mean Valhalla?
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Post by Beelzebibble on Nov 6, 2015 17:04:01 GMT -5
The hint as to the location of the Reiki was in scene seven. Monday the 16th 1:13 pm“The lounge,” said Terrian. “Through here.” The corridor which had run alongside the dining hall now opened onto a wide room with a low crimson ceiling – mahogany, Terrian guessed. Thin stone walls portioned off the room into several sections; nearest to them was a bar fronted by a smooth slate-gray countertop that snaked lazily from one corner to another. Though the bar wasn’t yet open, and likely wouldn’t be for several more hours, there were nonetheless several hotel patrons sitting and chatting on the black leather revolving chairs up and down the length of the counter. The central section of the room, sun-soaked by large windows, housed an enormous television and a billiards table, neither of which was in use at the moment. Further down, Terrian could see a sort of miniature gallery, with a variety of paintings in ornate golden frames arranged on the walls around a few display cases. It's... It's in one of the display cases. Don't worry, I'll still post the scene intro and directives for Ishkatwenty here in this topic. There's a mini-scene with another astonishingly poorly written early-bird cameo for another of my characters who has no bearing on the plot otherwise, and I wouldn't deny that to you guys!!!!!!!!! (The other alternative is that Alyssa dies/is raped/dies and then is raped, and this somehow makes her turn into the sword for Prime to use.) You're horrible. Take my upvote.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Nov 7, 2015 8:09:45 GMT -5
Expect scenes nineteen and twenty-one to go up this Monday. That means we can no doubt FINISH THE RP IN A WEEK AND CONCLUDE IT ON MONDAY THE 16TH, THE VERY WEEKDAY AND DATE ON WHICH THE HOTEL ANSONIA INCIDENT OCCURRED.
Haha no.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Nov 8, 2015 0:43:36 GMT -5
Silly question, why wasn't Telrien running around in Ishkabibble? Now that I think about it, a lone Telrien (or possibly paired up with one of our other thieving types) would have actually done an interesting job filling the Summoners' role, and she TOTALLY would rough Terrian up for money. Then again, she might have been too perfect of a fit for the plot, which would make her feel cliche? (I'm now imagining her in the interrogation room, insisting that she doesn't have any Powers, while Williams scoffs at the idea of believing ANYTHING she says.) I mean, it even fits... Nopcsa is on his way out of Fascere Headquarters after meeting with Auguste, drops a hint that he's looking into a Power that can generate infinite money, Tel sees dollar signs, and tails him to Ecruteak. And then spends the entire plot trying to avoid him, so her employers don't catch wind of the fact she's trying to steal the golden goose out from under their noses.
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Post by ch00beh on Nov 8, 2015 20:26:06 GMT -5
i did i finished reading all of them do i get a prize
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Post by Beelzebibble on Nov 8, 2015 20:56:13 GMT -5
My condolences
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Post by ch00beh on Nov 8, 2015 21:08:42 GMT -5
it wasn't as terrible as it could've been. there were a lot of miscues in my posts because i never really got my head around where things were in the timeline, and all the details I dropped were all disconnected. Writing is hard, don't do it.
there were also some interesting moments of coolness through it all
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Post by Tout-Perd on Nov 9, 2015 0:27:29 GMT -5
So, going off of our conjecture here, the ideal version of Ishkabibble (At least, by Lee's judgment): -Telrien replaces Joseph and Tsubota, finding out about Terrian's new trick, then trying to find and coerce money out of Terrian (likely with some devious trick arrows/poisons used to briefly incapacitate his companions, if that's necessary.) All the while, she's dodging Nopcsa, since if he gets anywhere near her, he'll realize she's gone rogue and the Fascere Order will have to punish her. Likely, she'd get caught with explosives on her (maybe even accidentally firing an exploding arrow past a police cruise, WHOOPS!), and blamed for the bombs. Williams takes her into custody, and since she's off the books, she's in a bind with nobody to help her. As they're taking her in, though, she realizes Garth mentions he's from Olivine, and she uses some trick/pickpocketed cellphone to contact him and twist his arm into blowing down a wall for her to make her escape.
-Karcharos replaces Scar, and is looking for the Aquarius/Pisces Zodiac Amulet. Deciding he'll need a bit of help to crack such a heavily fortified location, but not one for personal relationships, Karcharos decides to hire somebody. He then replaces one of the filler scenes/massacres instead with a scene of him using his sharky skills, travelling to some exotic locale to hunt down the infamous Blackbird, and hires him as his partner. Otherwise, the plot goes mostly as seen before, though likely the altercation with Helen and Terrian starts out fairly mundane until Karcharos goes into some sort of blood-lust feeding frenzy bit, and it might even take Blackbird turning against him to subdue him and get the situation under control. This might sound like an extreme alteration, but if the idea of Blackbird and Karcharos vs. Mandelbrot doesn't make you happy, you're obviously dead inside. Also, it'd be interesting to have Blackbird negate somebody's powers in one scene, leaving the readers wondering why the heck a character doesn't have their powers in an earlier scene.
-Prime would be replaced with somebody else seeking the amulet. The most straightforward replacement would be Aquara (borderline power, martially skilled, aggressive, likely to try to teach Alyssa a thing or two), but I think we could do better. If I went with long-shots, Loogs' old character Epsilon would be a really fun contrast, since he started as a shrinking violet wimp, and outgrew it, so I think he'd be a cool role model to pal around with Alyssa and encourage her. If I had to go with more mainstream picks, I'm not really sure who I'd go with. I feel like I'm overlooking a quirky character that'd pair well with Alyssa.
Otherwise, the Mafia and Brogues and Rogues, Nopcsa, Blaise, Yoon, Rie... Pretty much everything works flawlessly, IMO. Unlike Pohatu,I think the King of Clubs works here; he pulls heists to prove a point, and this is obviously more than just intimidating the Mafia. I personally see his heist here serving as threat from the Powered community to the entire non-Powered community. Essentially, "No matter how powerful you mortals might be, no matter how many precautions you've taken, if you try to tell us what can and can't do, we'll find a way to get to you."
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Post by Beelzebibble on Nov 9, 2015 7:28:55 GMT -5
I will forever be iffy about running Terrian and Telrien in the same plot. But you make some pretty compelling arguments.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Nov 9, 2015 13:42:42 GMT -5
It's not that bad; I've been working on Ballots and Bullets, and it's easy enough to switch over to just calling Telrien "Tel." It's not a perfect fix, mind you, but it works fairly well.
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Post by ch00beh on Nov 9, 2015 13:56:39 GMT -5
but now that's too close to my quarterback in madden who i refer to as "Del"
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Post by Beelzebibble on Nov 9, 2015 14:12:22 GMT -5
SCENE NINETEEN: Concessions are Made, Some Forcibly, Upon the Presentation of Superior FirepowerFor the record, those opening scenes were penned fresh for 2015, not holdovers from 2009, unlike most of the writing in this topic.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Nov 9, 2015 14:17:26 GMT -5
Tuesday the 17th 5:02 pmOpening assessment: No one inside. No customers. Manager was probably in the back. Shouta jumped. The glass door behind him had slammed shut. He glared around at the other guys. “Take it easy, will ya? Givin’ me a heart attack here!” The guys nodded. Shouta turned to face the counter again. Things were looking a little blurry, moving his head so fast. Cool. He looked around some more. Take it all in. Scrutinize the environment. Look for hazards. Didn’t see anything. This was a safe place. Shops always were. “Can I help…” “He-hey!” Shouta grinned. The convenience store manager had appeared behind the counter. His eyes were pretty wide. “Buddy! How’s it goin’? Whatcha got for me today?” The manager swallowed. “Mr. Min—” he got out. “Mr. Minamoto…” “C’mon, cut the lag, load it up already.” Shouta stepped up to the counter and rang the bell a couple of times. He rang it a few more times as he continued. “Load it up already, pal! I’m busy! Got things to do. Stuff to collect! I got a whole bag to fill!” “It’s… It’s been a rough week, Mr. Minamoto,” the manager said. “Business isn’t so great on this street anymore… I’ve been trying to move to a new location, but that’s not cheap, sir—” “A new location? That wasn’t in the walkthrough…!” Shouta’s crimson feathered hair fell over one eye as he looked down to ponder this, ringing the bell another handful of times. “No, no, no. No. I can’t allow that. You’re not changin’ my routine on me! This is my routine! Same steps every week, I got it down to an art! I could do this in my sleep, buddy! You tryin’ to throw off my game? I’m on a winning streak, kid, you tryin’ to screw that up?” “I – no – no, sir—” “Then how ‘bout we just play everything out like normal? Huh?” Shouta leaned in and fixed the manager with a very pleasant smile. He rang the bell once. “C’mon. Fork it over.” The manager stepped back against the cigarette shelf. Behind Shouta, he could sense his guys closing in. “I can’t pay the full amount this week, Mr. Minamoto.” The manager breathed deeply, then spoke again. “Next week, I promise, I’ll make up the difference. But can’t you just—?” “Are you serious?” Shouta drew himself up to his full height, which was a very rare action. “Wait, are you serious right now? Is he serious? You—? No! What the hell are you doin’ to me, pal? No no no! You’re denyin’ me my quest reward! I do not believe it!” “Easy now, Shouta,” one of the guys advised. Shouta would have killed him if he weren’t a party member. “You’re tellin’ me…” Shouta raised a trembling finger, down which ran the tip of the tail of the dragon tattoo on his arm, and pointed it at the manager. “Uncle Raiko does so much for you… He asks me to keep this store out of so many different kinds of shit… And I don’t even get my fuckin’ quest reward?” He slammed his fist onto the bell again, and again, faster and faster. “ These fuckin’ escort missions!” he screamed. “I gotta protect all you idiots twenty-four-seven and look what it gets me!” In another instant, his semiauto was pointed at the manager’s chin. The little man’s arms flew back, knocking cigarette boxes to the floor. He spluttered inarticulately. Shouta regarded him for a few moments. “Goddamn escorts’re all alike,” he said softly. “You guys got like one hit point. One! A single bullet’d take you down. Wouldn’t even need t’ be above the neck. Bullshit… And soon as you’re dead...” Shouta lowered the gun. “I lose the mission. Tragedy, right? It’s a tragedy! I can’t lose! A-number-one champion right here, buddy-boy! I told you! Shouta Minamoto’s on a winning streak!” Shouta gestured behind him. “Clean ’im out,” he said. The guys promptly moved around behind the counter and opened the cash register. The manager emptied his wallet, still not making much in the way of communication. “Winning streak,” Shouta muttered. “Fuckin’ hero, that’s what I am. Listenin’ to me, pal? I am a hero. I’m your hero. I’m the hero all you pussies need. If I didn’t protect you, rest as sured: the monsters out there would demolish you. And if I weren’t playin’ at all, you wouldn’t even exist! Darkness, stillness, forever, that’s all you’d come out to. Believe it, buddy! I gave you life. I created you, fucker!” “Shouta,” the other guy said. He pointed up toward the television screen. “Check it out.” A reporter. “…tragic incident which occurred yesterday afternoon. The police have…” “Oh yeah, I was watchin’ that last night,” the first guy said. “You didn’t catch it, Shouta? All over the stations.” Shouta snorted. “You think I got nothin’ better to do with my display than watch the news? It’s called a home entertainment system, dumbass, not a home… bullshit… fuckin’… shitstream...” He trailed off as the screen switched over to video of a burning building. Okay, that got his attention. “…still unknown. What is certain, however, is that the explosions and shootings claimed many lives, among them Massimo Giarrettiera, longtime suspect in an ongoing investigation of Mafia activity within the Winstone area, and his….” “ What? They offed Massimo Giarrettiera?” Shouta reeled. His heart pounded. The shock was killing him! He rang the bell a few dozen more times to calm his nerves. “Don fuckin’ Giarrettiera! I don’t believe it! This shit is not real!” Shouta buried his free hand in his hair. “The fuckers got to him! I wanted him and they got to him!” “But that’s good, right?” said the second guy. “That the Don’s been taken out?” “ It is not good,” Shouta clarified. “It is the worst. I wanted that kill! Just – Just think of the EXP Massimo Giarrettiera woulda given out! Think of the valuable shit he woulda dropped! I wanted that shit!” “Calm down, Shouta, I mean it. Look, there’re plenty more wiseguys out there for you to—” “But there was only one Massimo Giarrettiera seriously man am I not usin’ small enough words?” Shouta screeched. He swung the Glock up to the ceiling. “MISSION OBJECTIVE: Kill Massimo Giarrettiera. Some other fucker completed that objective. Some other fucker took home the prize! No no no! We can’t have that! They’re gonna pay for what they’ve done! I’m gonna see their brains flyin’ outta their heads onto the wall!” The guys chuckled. “Whatever you say, Shouta,” one of them said. “Hey, I bet your uncle’ll want to go after the Giarrettiera family, too. Whatever’s left of it.” “You are so smart,” Shouta said at once. “That is exactly what Uncle Raiko will let us do. Yeah… Fuckin’ Mafia. I’ll kill ‘em all. Get every last EXP point out of ‘em. Make ‘em pay for stealing that sword.” Why else did they exist, after all? What other reason had the Mafia and the rest of the lowlifes been brought into this world, if not to die by Shouta Minamoto’s hand? For his betterment?Yes: It all went toward improving himself. And as hard as this was to admit sometimes, Shouta knew he could always use a little improvement. “Come on, we’re out. Buddy. Next week. Two hundred percent. Ah ah ah. Don’t even. None of the sob story stuff. I don’t believe it. You are here and you run this shop and that is all that matters. You got no other purpose! I’m sorry, pal, but it’s true! I leave this shop, it’s like you don’t even exist any more, prove me wrong! Oh, hold up guys, I need a little more.” Without receiving the least reproach from the cowering manager, Shouta grabbed a candy bar off the rack in front of the counter. By the time he was out the glass door and onto the Cianwood street, the wrapper was already empty. Nice little SPD boost for an hour or so. Get him to the next quest location faster. All these fuckin’ escort missions, who had the time. ISHKABIBBLE SCENE TWENTY Prime and Alyssa Stand Firm in the Presence of the Two Villains and the Sword Monday the 16th 1:28 pmAlthough deserted at the moment, the lounge still looked as good as new, unlike a fair portion of the rest of the hotel. Lucas and Scar were currently surveying the room for the first time. This would have been a fantastic place to plant a bomb if the thought had occurred to them earlier. But it wasn’t really a good time to be dwelling on regrets. It was a time to gaze bravely ahead to the future. * * * Can you believe it? A cringe-inducingly awful early-bird cameo for Shouta Minamoto! I'm actually pretty glad this got delayed so much that his true debut happened in Through the Arras, because that made for a pretty unorthodox introduction. Still, in the interests of academia, I present this scene unchanged from 2009, except for the addition of one line: "Make 'em pay for stealing that sword." Yes, it's a last-minute Hail Mary to slightly justify the Reiki's presence by implying that the Giarrettieras stole it from the yakuza in some long-past confrontation. I mean, it's got a Japanese name, why not. Anyway, it's the old climactic Prime/Alyssa/Lucas/Scar fight that we are obviously not going to do. Directives below the spoiler. Fiiiiiight niiiiiight!
In case you guys couldn’t tell from Scene Seven, and I guess I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t notice since none of you guys were actually in Scene Seven, the Reiki is here in the lounge. “Further down, Terrian could see a sort of miniature gallery, with a variety of paintings in ornate golden frames arranged on the walls around a few display cases.” Yeah. Turns out the Reiki’s in one of those display cases there.
Lucas, it’s on you to discover the Reiki there, since Prime the RPer is the one who brought in this whole Reiki concept, and he’s the one who knows what it looks like. Then Scar needs time for at least one post before Prime and Alyssa arrive on the scene. And once that’s happened, the fight is on.
Feel free to, you know, destroy the lounge or whatever you like. I hope my description of it from Scene Seven provides enough detail that you can use the different levels and furniture available. Those who are looking for improvised weapons can pick up the cues from the billiards table, equipment or bottles from the bar, etc. And, of course, if someone smashes the display case open early, the Reiki can also be brought in to tip the scale of the fight. (I mentioned multiple display cases, but I figure the other ones probably contain nonweapon antiques – jewelry or whatever – no need to worry about what’s inside them.)
I have no characters in this scene with which to regulate the pace, so please try to keep it brief – down to a page or so, the way the other topics have been. This fight should not take forever. Nobody here should ideally have too many options other than just beating their opponent down to the ground.
Obviously, it’s Prime and Alyssa who ultimately come out on top, but only once Prime has sustained enough injuries to collapse. (Of course, Alyssa, you can also take a beating, as long as you’re able to stay on your two feet.) Lucas and Scar should be unconscious, or disappeared, or whatever works.
Alyssa, you need to head back to the dining hall, so maybe tell Prime you’ll go find help and bring it back to him. Then exit the lounge (but don’t get back into the dining hall yet.) Prime, you can fight to stay conscious, but my guess is you’ll blank out after another minute or two by yourself. With the Reiki right within your grasp, too. How tragic. It sure would be awful if you got spirited away to the hospital by the police and no one thought to grab the sword for you. I hope that doesn’t happen.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Nov 9, 2015 14:20:02 GMT -5
SCENE TWENTY-ONE: Rie Voices Few Questions Despite Finding Herself Confronted by a Substantial Mystery
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Post by Beelzebibble on Nov 9, 2015 14:41:57 GMT -5
Oh! I shouldn't miss this opportunity to share the music that got stuck in my head every time I thought about scenes nineteen, twenty, and twenty-one for about six years. There's the big showdown in the dining room, the messy Lucas and Scar fight in the lounge, and the cutthroat confrontation in the garage all audible in there, I think. Okay back to complete cynicism toward Ishkabibble mode
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Post by ch00beh on Nov 9, 2015 15:20:33 GMT -5
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Nov 9, 2015 16:52:49 GMT -5
I'm trying to imagine a scene between Antonio and Shouta and the sheer narcissism is overwhelming me
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Post by The Evil Biscuit on Nov 9, 2015 20:46:24 GMT -5
This is amazing. Such closure. Very photu.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Nov 9, 2015 21:09:53 GMT -5
Biscuit...? DREAMS COME TRUE APPARENTLY THERE'S NO WAY TO DO HORIZONTAL-SCROLLING TEXT ANY MORE ON THE NEW PROBOARDS, THAT'S COOL, FUCK YOU NEW PROBOARDS
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