Random stares...harder. A look of surprise crosses his face. He pulls something else out of his pocket. The "creations" draw their weapons.
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Random stares...harder. A look of surprise crosses his face. He pulls something else out of his pocket. The "creations" draw their weapons.
Therarde looks at the object in fearful curiosity. A-as far as I know I'm not a citizen. He's not quite used to laws, and especially laws involving painful objects.
You're in Town, aren't you? While you are in Town, you have a say in what goes on.
You should really consider using your rights...
Inquisitor Verdict smiles menancingly at him.
Or do you need me to convince you?
She waves the torture implement in his face, dangerously close to his eyes.
Random continues to stare. He pulls yet another thing out of his pocket and grins. He motions to his "creations". Two of them begin to advance towards Inquisitor Verdict.
Inquisitor Verdict doesn't even seem to notice the creations.
The "creations" move up to either side of Therarde and stare at Inquisitor Verdict. "We know you. You are the threat."
How nice. You have eyes.
Inquisitor Verdict, who is simply Aesa wearing a double breasted coat and fez and using her K.N.A.V.E. name, glances once at the creations.
Now, citizen, are you going to vote?
Random wanders over. " You really think you could find my home?"
Well obviously, but I'm on K.N.A.V.E. duty right now.
She suddenly smirks.
You could go speak to my secretary.
Therarde seems to be nervous. Maybe. What does that thing do? His hand moves to his sword.
Random smirks. "You have a secretary? Oh and don't mind my creations. They have total and utter loyalty to me. And anything they see as a threat to me they attempt to kill." He mutters about changing the formula. "What is K.N.A.V.E. ?"
Pokes out eyeballs. Jabs into jugular veins. Hurts you.
So, did you vote? Are you willing to join K.N.A.V.E. and promote voter awareness?
Inquisitor Verdict grins evilly at him.
K.N.A.V.E. is an organization of voters that... encourages people to vote. And yes, I have a secretary.
((K.N.A.V.E.S. Sorry If I'm nitpickity, but then it's just Killing of the Not Able to Vote Ending, without the Solution. Actually, it's pretty much fine either way, so nevermind.
And is that secretary Ahra, persay? That's just downright cruel.))
I see. Assuming I break it?
((Nah... its Zchiz. Much more interesting as a secretary))
Break what? This?
Inquisitor Verdict waves the tool again.
Random laughs. "HAHA, sounds like fun. Encouraging people to vote for your leader I guess? Maybe I should have a look at it. Do they have an H.Q. anywhere?"
((I just figured Aesa would be one to refer to Arha as a secretary. Understudy, I think it was before. Now kick their asses in the name of the law. Oh, and since Arha's no where to be seen, you're handling recruitment. I have to leave in the indefenite future.))
We do.
The illusionary figure opens a portal to the K.N.A.V.E. headquarters.
Random stares at the portal. "Impressive, but I didn't mean I wanted to go there right now. Maybe later. After I've finished watching this little scene."
Therarde nods, a bit uncertainly. Is this stuff even legal? He loosens his sword.
Random steps back, as do his "creations". He makes no attempt to leave, but instead watches with interest.
Probably not. But not voting is worse. So, did you? You have one more chance to answer.
Nathaniel exits the OmniShop, and starts stalking through the streets angrily. He appears to be looking for something, or someone.
How can I vote if I don't know where? He begins to slowly draw his sword.
The "creations" turn to Random. He mutters something about "incompetence" and concentrates on something else...briefly.
Put your stupid bread cutter away. It won't do a damn thing.
Aesa scowls at him.
And you were so unaware as to not even know where to vote?! That is unforgiveable!
But... I'll have mercy on you if you pledge to aid our cause.
Random bursts into laughter. He gives Therarde a "You're a dead man" look
Depends. What's in it for me? I've withstood torture before.
You'll enlighten people, quite possibly get payed, and you won't get tortured until you die.
Random taps his foot. "Can you hurry this up? It's good entertainment but I must be elsewhere."