[Nexus] AMEN XLI: eXtra Large Injury

[Lord Magtok]

Main Room

Magtok blinks.

"Wait, what? What kind of person pronounces cursed with an accent like that? Why would I rat out anyone to Remnant of all groups? That casino plan was so I could save money on having it built because of stupid real estate price, and..."

Magtok backs away, pointing a finger at Zefir.

"And it's him! I'm not a do-gooder or a traitor! That GLoG thing was ages ago, and...and..."

He backs away some more, and whips out a laser pistol. This is looking ugly, and best to have the weapon ready now, before anyone can make a move on him!

"I'm not a hero! I hate Vasquez's guts, I'd punch Edijar in the face given half a chance, and Sunny's the only reason why I haven't gotten robot spies into the place! It wasn't me, dammit! I'm not Remnant's mole!"

[VampireRot]

[Main Room]

"The bomb guy?"

Rot glances dangerously at Zefir, then turns back to Magtok.

"Maybe, but we'll deal with you first, you cowardly cyborg."

He reaches into one of his pockets and takes a normal-looking hatchet out of it. And unceremoniously hurls it at Magtok. The throw is precise and spun to try to put the sharp part into the cyborg's skull, despite it being a poorly weighted regular axe.

[Reinholdt]

[Main Room]

Stu looks at Zefir. Then back at Magtok. "That's just silly. I don't know him. It can't be a guy I don't KNOW, duh."
His logic is infallible. Infallible I say!

Stu doesn't bother attacking anyone though, cause Rot already did.

[Lord Magtok]

Main Room

"But I didn't-"

Ouch. Magtok tries to duck out of the way, but he doesn't move nearly fast enough. His shiny red cyborg eye cracks, as does the skin on his eyebrow and forehead. The blow takes him to the ground, slamming him into a wall and knocking the laser pistol out of his hand as he drops. Blood rains down his face, and while he's not quite dead yet, that surprise attack definitely took a lot out of him.

[VampireRot]

[Main Room]

Rot howls in murderous hunger and steps toward Magtok at inhuman speeds. The vampire goes to grab his shoulders and pin him against the wall.

"Nothing witty to say now, eh cyborg? Killing you is a waste, so we're just going to have to do something more fun."

The vampire snaps a glare onto the other members lounging around the main room.

"One of you. Fetch Prometheus or Gordon. Or... Jack. Yes, one of them; we need a way to torture Magtok... all the Magtoks. I'm sure someone in this base can link their pain with science or magic or something. Maybe make him talk truthfully, too."

Rot would turn Magtok, but the last time he made a Magpire things went a bit disastrously.

[ThePhantom]

Gordon's Office

Gordon looks down at the screen in his desk.

"If there's someone else out there, come in."

[Slii Arhem]

Gordon's Office

The slime beast opens the door, revealing the troupe to Gordon and Prometheus, "Hey Gordon, cam by to pick up my registration form and drop these chumps off for Mr. Spearman over there. Yer door was fixed when I got back, but I have a few spares if you still want a new one." Rocid nods to the same slime creature, which holds out what looks to be a bronze triangle to Prometheus. If the light hits it just right then it shimmers a greenish purple as if coated in a mixture of gasoline and water.

[ThePhantom]

Gordon's Office

"I see. Well, here you go."

Gordon gets out the form and pushs it over to Rocid.

[Gullara]

[Main Room]

Kirk has been standing in the main room the whole time. In response to the current situation he simply facepalms. Oh well, he's not going to help Maggy. For one thing, it's generally a bad idea to mess with angry vampires. For another, Magtok was asking for it with all those iceberg jokes.

So for the moment he stands aside. The drow keeps a close eye on Zefir.

[BladeofObliviom]

[Main Room]

Cyrus considers getting between them, but decides that he doesn't really care.

"Rot, play nice. For every Mag you don't kill there's time you can spend slaughtering actual innocents."

[ThirdEmperor]

Gordon's Office

"A... Party?" What frivolous nonsense. And sure to devolve into a brawl. "Sadly, I have other business I must attend to." Prometheus says, deciding that avoiding the whole affair would be best.

Then Rocid enters. Prometheus's eyes narrow with distrust, but he attempts to take the bronze pyramid nonetheless.

[Lord Magtok]

Main Room

Magtok glares at Rot. "I didn't do a goddamn thing. When you realize that, you and me, we're going to have a hell of an awkward laugh over this whole mess and then I'm going to shove a ballpoint pen in your eye."

Blood continues to trickle down the cyborg's face. Magtok hopes to hell and back that Rot can resist his urges and avoid licking it off Maggy's cheeks, or this is going to get really creepy.

[Slii Arhem]

Gordon's Office

Unless he is stopped, Rocid will levitate it off the desk before pulling a pen out of his ear and signing it (in blood, although obviously someone elses.)

Then he gives Prometheus the low down, "That dohickey will allow you to control these guys like we do. Don't ask me how it works, I just asked Arty to whip it up and it turned out he already had a dozen or so. They aren't your immortal army of lord whatsenkahmun, but they're pretty resilient to damge and they'll follow orders well enough. We had enough supplies left over for eighteen of them, so hopefully that'll last yah until you can come up with something more permanent."

Then he'll attempt to leave.

[ThePhantom]

Gordon's Office

Gordon stands up.

"A pity, it would have been fun. Well, now I have to go and check up on whatever is happening in the main room."

Gordon heads out of his office.

[VampireRot]

[Main Room]

Rot glances at Cyrus, his eyes still glowing red with anger and crazy.

"Shut up. There's no difference between slaughtering pigs like Magtok here and innocents, except perhaps the number of times you kill them."

Killing is fun in general, and the vampire isn't too picky about the personal views of the people he kills. Though Magtok does taste very bad due to the excess cloning and cybernetic parts. Which is lucky for him, as Rot probably would go for his blood if it wasn't so horrible.

"Perhaps you're right and you're not actually a traitor. But the benefit of doubt is really no reason not to torture you half to death."

Rot's probably still a bit miffed about the glitter incident, even though he got his revenge already. Evil ain't fair.

[ThePhantom]

Main Room

"Rot, enough."

Gordon is here now, and he's heading for the vampire.

"Magtok is not the traitor, so put him down."

[Lord Magtok]

Main Room

"Yeah, listen to your boyfriend, Rot."

Wow, really Magtok? You're going to say something like that about the one and only person on your side in this whole mess? That hatchet must've hit your head harder than I thought.

[ThirdEmperor]

Gordon's Office

"I have never quite got the point of 'fun'." Prometheus says, walking out of the office.

[Reinholdt]

[Main Room]

"Can't we just make him pay a fine to the Stu pleasure fund?" Stu thinks that'd be more appropriate than torture. Well... more appropriate for him anyways.

[VampireRot]

[Main Room]

"Fine."

Rot snarls in general unhappiness. And goes to try to swiftly and cleanly rip Magtok's throat out with a clawed hand, tossing the Magcorpse onto the floor if he succeeds. See? Put him down! Get it? Haha.

"He isn't the traitor? I don't see who else it could be. None of these other people are smart enough or have the resources to betray us."

The vampire peers around the room, searching for any other possible traitors.

[ThePhantom]

Main Room

Gordon's eyes narrow and go dragonic. Rot has pushing the limits of what Gordon will allow him for a while now, and members have been complaining.

"I'm looking into finding that out. Now Rot, the next time you get clever with what I tell you, I'll rip out your teeth."

[D_Lord]

Rot more than likely gets set on fire, from lazor eyebeem from the floor.

What? Rot should be on fire, it's funny.

[ThePhantom]

Main Room

Gordon's eyes go back to normal, as he sighs.

"Can we finally have things calm enough for the party now?"

[Murkus]

Main Room

"Did somebody say party?" Jack is suddenly here. Shouldn't shock anyone at this point. "Oh, Gordie, you should've said something!"

Kitchen

Speaking of which, Legion's called up a lot of henchies help to cook the dinner. Despite that fact, just as they're wrapping up, she ushers them out to get the table set in the main room. Saying she'll finish up there. No doubt some sort of dastardly plot.

[Slii Arhem]

Main Room

Rocid hovers in, still looking like a street tough, back from whatever nefarious plots he was hatching (throwing his stuff in an empty room.)

"Hey, I never knew you guys held parties. Woo, free ectobooze on me!" He hauls several cases of "ectobooze" out of his mouth, unhinging his jaw comically to get them to fit. It's not the most appetizing sight.

[Lord Magtok]

[Main Room]

"Fine."

Rot snarls in general unhappiness. And goes to try to swiftly and cleanly rip Magtok's throat out with a clawed hand, tossing the Magcorpse onto the floor if he succeeds. See? Put him down! Get it? Haha.

The MagCorpse is dead. Understandably, there's no clone in a hurry to telewarp into AMEN and take the guy's place. The place might be Mag-free for a little while longer.

[BladeofObliviom]

[Main Room]

At the mention of a party, Cyrus springs from the couch! Before tripping over his own feet and standing back up quickly...

"A party? Where? I'll hang around then, I suppose!"

[VampireRot]

[Main Room]

"Oh please Gordon, I rip the th-

Rot is unable to finish the scornful berating he was about to give Gordon because he is on fire. He screams in anger and pain before poofing into a very miffed looking cloud of smoke.

It floats away and to Rot's room. He wants to get out of there before Gordon or the thing in the walls decides to try to torment him more.

[ThePhantom]

Main Room

Gordon looks around the main room, as henchmen clean things up.

"Here, as soon as things calm down enough."

[Murkus]

Main Room

"Don't think I've seen you two around." Jack says, offering a hand to Cyrus and Rocid. He appears to be in two places at once, for anyone who looks between the AMENites. This could get confusing. "What's the party for, anyways?"