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"Yep." Michael responded casually to Zino's question. Though he had a feeling it was less of a question and more of a confused statement. "He might be a son of a bitch, but he's our son of a bitch for now." He would've elaborated on his rationalisation for taking this creep along with them, but the psycho quickly soured the mood by piping up with his own nasty commentary. Michael could only scoff as he spoke. Zino made his disgust equally clear. "You know I'm going to make absolutely sure you don't get what you want now that you've told me, right?" He told beaky boy. As nice as it might have been to guarantee his silence, he sincerely doubted the integrity of a promise offered by this asshole. Besides, if he wanted to be dragged around by Anni, that more than likely meant he felt there would be some gain in doing so, whether he thought it would be easy to escape from her, or to talk poison into her ear, or perhaps because he just had some creepy kiddy fetish. Whatever the reason, Michael Keahi was not going to give this guy what he wanted under any circumstances. On top of everything, there were two practical concerns; for one, he wasn't sure he could just hand this rope around, seeing as it seemed to project from his hand, vanishing when he consciously released it, and secondly, he wasn't sure Anni could actually drag this guy anywhere. She hadn't even put on her own mask, so she was just a normal young girl right now.
Their resident hippy broke up the conversation with a request for food. He would've freely given it, but Zino took the initiative to pass it out for him. "Grab whatever you want in future. I'm not really in charge of the food. Just the bagman." God only knew Ascot seemed to just take what he wanted whenever he felt like it. Apart from that, it didn't seem like they were in a position were they needed to ration their food just yet. These addled villagers may have been weird, but they were certainly generous. It also seemed like the man she looked at really did need a bite to eat. Taking a look himself, he recognised him as the other one that had tried to help in his last moments at the station. He was tempted to say something, but they all needed to get moving.
Once they were on the move, Ellard was prompted to tell them what he had promised. The story quickly proved to be as depressing as Michael expected it to be. As far as he could tell, this was all one big crime of passion. The villagers had acted out of fear, and the Magician had retaliated out of anger. It was hardly right for any of them to have acted the way they did, but it wasn't as simple as one or the other acting like monsters. Especially as they seemingly lived in a world where magical nonsense really did exist, it was hardly unreasonable to suspect people of using magic to fuck with one another. This was a muddy situation they were treading into, if everything was assumed to be true.
Of course, the veracity of the story seemed to be coming under suspicion from what Michael could see. He heard that Kate woman voice her own concerns. It did beg the question as to how he suddenly came loose of the effects of whatever had happened. But who could be sure what was and wasn't for certain in this world? Could certain people break free of magical spells? Michael hated having to guess at every assumption. At least with the police, there would usually be cases that could be solved with Occam's Razor, and the ones that couldn't at least had a degree of conventional logic underlying them.
But the worst part was that Ascot was starting to sound like he wanted to jump the gun on this one. He seemed to have already made up his mind that the Magician was not only to blame, but that they should all take justice into their own hands and jump the guy when they had the chance. It was a wholeheartedly reckless plan, whether it was true that the Magician deserved it or not. Once Ascot made his way over to him and spoke of his plan, Michael decided this was the time to say something. "Okay, no, we have to slow down here, kid." He began, expecting he would stay to hear him out. "Look, I get it, the story pissed you off. I would be lying if I said it didn't piss me off a little bit too. But we don't know what we're dealing with here. You and me, we can make putty and energy ropes, but what can this guy do? He could flick his wrist and turn us into bloodstains on the wall." He then stood in closer, whispering to him. "Do you really want to risk all our lives for a cause we aren't even sure of? Because we do not know what's going on here for sure. You know that, right?" Naturally, he didn't want Ellard to hear that half of everybody was doubting his story. Michael still wasn't sure what to think, but it certainly would help if the kid thought everybody was against him. The real problem was making sure that Ascot didn't commit to a reckless plan. Deep down, Michael was tempted to play cop here himself, but he knew that was a bad idea given the lack of basic understanding of what was going on.
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Their resident hippy broke up the conversation with a request for food. He would've freely given it, but Zino took the initiative to pass it out for him. "Grab whatever you want in future. I'm not really in charge of the food. Just the bagman." God only knew Ascot seemed to just take what he wanted whenever he felt like it. Apart from that, it didn't seem like they were in a position were they needed to ration their food just yet. These addled villagers may have been weird, but they were certainly generous. It also seemed like the man she looked at really did need a bite to eat. Taking a look himself, he recognised him as the other one that had tried to help in his last moments at the station. He was tempted to say something, but they all needed to get moving.
Once they were on the move, Ellard was prompted to tell them what he had promised. The story quickly proved to be as depressing as Michael expected it to be. As far as he could tell, this was all one big crime of passion. The villagers had acted out of fear, and the Magician had retaliated out of anger. It was hardly right for any of them to have acted the way they did, but it wasn't as simple as one or the other acting like monsters. Especially as they seemingly lived in a world where magical nonsense really did exist, it was hardly unreasonable to suspect people of using magic to fuck with one another. This was a muddy situation they were treading into, if everything was assumed to be true.
Of course, the veracity of the story seemed to be coming under suspicion from what Michael could see. He heard that Kate woman voice her own concerns. It did beg the question as to how he suddenly came loose of the effects of whatever had happened. But who could be sure what was and wasn't for certain in this world? Could certain people break free of magical spells? Michael hated having to guess at every assumption. At least with the police, there would usually be cases that could be solved with Occam's Razor, and the ones that couldn't at least had a degree of conventional logic underlying them.
But the worst part was that Ascot was starting to sound like he wanted to jump the gun on this one. He seemed to have already made up his mind that the Magician was not only to blame, but that they should all take justice into their own hands and jump the guy when they had the chance. It was a wholeheartedly reckless plan, whether it was true that the Magician deserved it or not. Once Ascot made his way over to him and spoke of his plan, Michael decided this was the time to say something. "Okay, no, we have to slow down here, kid." He began, expecting he would stay to hear him out. "Look, I get it, the story pissed you off. I would be lying if I said it didn't piss me off a little bit too. But we don't know what we're dealing with here. You and me, we can make putty and energy ropes, but what can this guy do? He could flick his wrist and turn us into bloodstains on the wall." He then stood in closer, whispering to him. "Do you really want to risk all our lives for a cause we aren't even sure of? Because we do not know what's going on here for sure. You know that, right?" Naturally, he didn't want Ellard to hear that half of everybody was doubting his story. Michael still wasn't sure what to think, but it certainly would help if the kid thought everybody was against him. The real problem was making sure that Ascot didn't commit to a reckless plan. Deep down, Michael was tempted to play cop here himself, but he knew that was a bad idea given the lack of basic understanding of what was going on.
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Hello and welcome.
Hey there, welcome to RPG. I think there's meant to be a method to request a name change with the moderators, so you could look into that.
Hi, welcome to RPG.
So it turned out to be true that there was more than one person snatching dead people from the world they knew and loved, only it would seem that this one was merely an underling of ghosty anyway. Did she potentially have hordes of minions gathering up unsuspecting mules for her? There were too many unknowns to speculate on, but it was good to learn something more. He also learned the name of the man he was talking to. It seemed he was a bit distant, given he wanted to be referred to as "Mr. Bertran". He also made a point of calling him "Mr. Mike Keahi". So near, yet so far from what he wanted. It was like he was doomed to walk this new world being addressed with a degree of cold formality. Otherwise, it seemed the guy wanted to get down to brass tacks and talk about what they knew. Michael nodded as he brought up the semblances. In spite of how unique they all appeared to be, it seemed that ghost girl was handing them out like candy to whomever she roped into her scheme. Was she pulling them out of her ass?
A few of the others took the opportunity to explain more of how they all got here. Upon mention of the events of his own death, Michael looked down at knifey with a sneer. "Yeah, you remember that, asshole? Are you touching yourself to that little memory in that wrap of yours?" He said to him, though not so loud as to interrupt anybody speaking. It could be gathered Michael was definitely not over having been stabbed unceremoniously. But he was ultimately more interested in following the conversation on the questions surrounding their "mission". It was all too true that they knew nothing of this "Magician" or the real reason they were here to meet him. The inclusion of Tabitha's little discovery only made things more suspicious. On top of everything, the boy was holding information on the Magician to ransom. If this were back in Lightbridge, Officer Keahi would have told the boy there was no way he was coming along on a potentially dangerous assignment. But this wasn't Lightbridge, and whatever was wrong with this hamlet, it hardly seemed safer to remain here than to wander off to god knows what. Not to mention he just declared he was going to go blunder off to the Magician whether they let him in their group or not, so keeping him safe at this point seemed like an impossible task short of leaving someone to keep him in his house or something.
The decision already seemed to have been made by Ascot, though it seemed that decision may have been made based on his hyperactive hormones. Michael did not remember being half as horny as Ascot around that age. With a slight chuckle, Michael let loose an energy rope to grab hold of Oedipus' cocoon. Wherever they were going, there was no way he was leaving him to get loose and add to their troubles. If the Magician turned out to be a huge ass, they could always leave the psycho as a distraction while they got out of there. In any case, Michael was aiming to listen carefully to Ellard's elaboration as they made tracks.
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A few of the others took the opportunity to explain more of how they all got here. Upon mention of the events of his own death, Michael looked down at knifey with a sneer. "Yeah, you remember that, asshole? Are you touching yourself to that little memory in that wrap of yours?" He said to him, though not so loud as to interrupt anybody speaking. It could be gathered Michael was definitely not over having been stabbed unceremoniously. But he was ultimately more interested in following the conversation on the questions surrounding their "mission". It was all too true that they knew nothing of this "Magician" or the real reason they were here to meet him. The inclusion of Tabitha's little discovery only made things more suspicious. On top of everything, the boy was holding information on the Magician to ransom. If this were back in Lightbridge, Officer Keahi would have told the boy there was no way he was coming along on a potentially dangerous assignment. But this wasn't Lightbridge, and whatever was wrong with this hamlet, it hardly seemed safer to remain here than to wander off to god knows what. Not to mention he just declared he was going to go blunder off to the Magician whether they let him in their group or not, so keeping him safe at this point seemed like an impossible task short of leaving someone to keep him in his house or something.
The decision already seemed to have been made by Ascot, though it seemed that decision may have been made based on his hyperactive hormones. Michael did not remember being half as horny as Ascot around that age. With a slight chuckle, Michael let loose an energy rope to grab hold of Oedipus' cocoon. Wherever they were going, there was no way he was leaving him to get loose and add to their troubles. If the Magician turned out to be a huge ass, they could always leave the psycho as a distraction while they got out of there. In any case, Michael was aiming to listen carefully to Ellard's elaboration as they made tracks.
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@FlitterFaux @Azereiah I wouldn't mind volunteering as a co-GM, though I can't say I have any grand ideas for improving things.
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@FlitterFaux @Azereiah Honestly, as much as I would hate to throw away everything we've made so far, I think our only recourse might be to reboot the whole thing. I mean, if you look at the accounts you've mentioned, a good chunk of them haven't logged on or posted in some time. I suppose we could make do with the small group we likely have now, and I don't mind that entirely, but if we want this thread to resemble what it was intended to be, I think it would be best if we started afresh and recruited anew.
Again, I'm okay with carrying on as is, but I'm almost certain we are going to be a small group roleplay nigh permanently in that case. I've never seen a roleplay refresh its cast successfully after this point.
Again, I'm okay with carrying on as is, but I'm almost certain we are going to be a small group roleplay nigh permanently in that case. I've never seen a roleplay refresh its cast successfully after this point.
Sajan
In spite of hitting her mark, Sajan couldn't help but think of this as something approaching the worst case scenario. She was hoping to try and nail the bastard a few more times, but the advent of fire in the building below her certainly absorbed her attention. She could hardly expect any better from a lowlife criminal, but she cursed the fact that she hadn't considered the danger to the people nearby in confronting this man. They were all now in danger due to her recklessness.
'Guru Ji...' Sajan began, wanting to apologise to the Guru for her failure.
'Don't. Just act decisively.' His words were commanding, but not harsh. It was true; there was no real time to lament her lack of foresight. There was still an opportunity to make something of this situation. The window was closing, however, as the man seemed to be rapidly counter-attacking, in spite of actively fleeing the scene. A barrage of flaming arrows was coming down on the building, as though he meant to drown her in fire. Her phone activated to update her on the situation. Sajan was more happy to hear they were mounting an evacuation for the building than anything else. For now, though, she would have to focus on making her way out of this inferno.
Racing to the side of the roof, she noticed a balcony with a railing attached to the building just over from the apartments. Deciding to take a chance, Sajan leapt from the roof, aiming to grab hold of the railing. She met her mark, and from there dropped down to a window sill below before finally dropping down safely to the streets. At this point, she decided to install her card in full, as this was now a full blown duel between the two of them. With his own installation giving away his position, Sajan felt it was time to let him know just how powerful the Guru's bow was. As she rushed forward towards the alley, she arced a few shots in the direction she knew the man was traveling. While she couldn't be sure of a hit, she could be sure that her arrows would impact near him, and he would soon learn that the alleys could not hide him from the bow that intimidated Aurangzeb's generals at Anandpur. No matter what, Sajan intended to chase him wherever he intended to flee.
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