Julie's Place- Stairs
"Yes, of course." Rallying from the thankfully brief spell of weakness, the Politician withdraws a handful of business cards from his coat and sets to quickly shuffling through them, tossing aside card after card until he finds the one he's after. "This- He says, handing the card to Julie and shoving the rest back into his pockets. -possesses the various pseudonyms with which my little pack of profligates can be reached. Simply ask, and perhaps I'll see what I can do." The card is blood red, a half-dozen numbers for various fake businesses scrawled on the front side, while the flipside is occupied by a single name; The Red Letter Gang.
"One parting piece of advice though... If, perchance, you are pondering whether to simply put the past behind you and forget your problems with Magtok... Well, I surely would not. Because psychotic people like him do not stop, do not pause until they've poisoned every good thing they can find. Just something to consider, but someone has to step up and make sure he pays the piper, otherwise he will go on being a plague upon the innocent, and it will be poor unfortunate souls like your perished playmate who'll pay the price for him. Just something to think about, in case you were considering doing something foolish, like giving up." With that final scrap of unsound advisement, 'Percival' turns and disappears back down the stairs.
Riv's Fortress
As the lift creaks into action and begins the ascent down to ground level, Riv takes this opportunity to speak. Not that he doesn't take every other opportunity as well, the loud-mouthed jerkface. "I expect you're already thinking of some idiotic plan to defy me, aren't you? Don't even ******* try to deny it, I can see the neurons spinning around in your cavernous skull trying to find each other. Well, listen here because this is the last warning I'll give you."
Riv leans uncomfortably close, so he's eye to eye with Rael as he speaks. "You try it, and things will go badly for you. Very, very badly. Because you won't just be signing your own death-warrant, no, you'll be passing on the opportunity of the lifetime. See, all to soon, I'll be running this cesspool of a dimension, and then those who learned their place back when they had the chance will get their pay... Maybe I'll make you mayor of Westside, let you deal with the bloodsuckers and bottom-feeders. But only if you learn to shut up and follow orders before my patience runs out, got it?"
Sir Hex's Mansion
The mouse will have no problems freeing the Hatteress from her chains!
Jerry and the other kangaroos, already more than slightly wary of the mechanical menace, quickly decide to make themselves scarce... An attempt that fails horribly due to their lack of hands, leaving them trapped in the room with Hatteress and Mecha-Mouse.:smalleek: