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[Gnrlshrimp]

[Crimson Tempest]

Quinn...

Oh marvellous. Damned useless cat. The best target, but still useless.

The Gold creation offered you a deal, involving one of my beetle creations. Whereas before there was a fair exchange to be made, recent discoveries have forced me to act...unfairly. I am communicating with you through a beetle creation currently attached to your brain, Reinholdt. I am not happy.

In fact, Affidavit is quite furious. Several more fragile things have been broken in his rage. It's getting to be rather messy in his lab.

There is no trickery here. No tomfoolery. No messing about. I am not in the mood for games.

[Reinholdt]

[Crimson Tempest]

"....... Oh. I, uh, probably was still coming back eventually and all. There's no reason to get mad about it. Or put a beetle in my brain." Rein frowns just a little.

[AgentIndy]

Baen're

Indeed. Until then.

Celesto attempts to leave.

"Wait please, I have one more question. Can you teach me how to better hone my psionic talent?"

[Hattish Thing]

"Wait please, I have one more question. Can you teach me how to better hone my psionic talent?"

Odd question... Sure... when?

[AgentIndy]

Odd question... Sure... when?

"When are you not busy sir?"

[Hattish Thing]

Baen're Compound

Tomorrow. Tonight I'm meeting someone...

[AgentIndy]

Baen're Compound

Tomorrow. Tonight I'm meeting someone...

"Understood sir," Zith goes back to making enchanted scimitar, and draws up a few designs for the satellite shields.

[Hattish Thing]

"Understood sir," Zith goes back to making enchanted scimitar, and draws up a few designs for the satellite shields.

Good. Drawer 2. Combination 24-60-1. Read it. Celesto leaves.

[VampireRot]

[Crimson Tempest]

"Good mornin' Reinholdt."

Ermine gives Reinholdt a quick kiss, and then starts getting dressed. She still does not notice his internal conversation.

[AgentIndy]

Good. Drawer 2. Combination 24-60-1. Read it. Celesto leaves.

Zith goes to his room, and checks the drawers in his room for some sort of conbination lock.

[Hattish Thing]

Room.

A shiny lock hangs on the drawer

[AgentIndy]

Room.

A shiny lock hangs on the drawer

Zith inputs the combination. 24-60-1

[Hattish Thing]

Baen're


A folder lies within.

[orb_of_blood]

Aceford Manor

Aceford Manor
Shada, theres nothing there...

I know, but I wish he'd shut up anyways. For people who aren't real, her imaginings sure make a lot of noise. Her hands sting from the burns and she's both tired and confused. It's been a long time since she's slept. Marty, is there a guest room? Although honestly, leaving this sanctuary is not appealing. The gnoll apparitions couldn't get in here. And the voices had stopped the moment she'd entered.

[Hattish Thing]

Aceford Manor
There is. Do not go in there. Sleep in my room...Ill find somewhere else..

[orb_of_blood]

Aceford Manor

This peaks Shada's curiousity. Why shouldn't I go to the guest room? What's in there?

[Hattish Thing]

Aceford Manor

Shada, please, trust me....my room is safe.

[orb_of_blood]

Aceford Manor.

Alright Marty. Shada fully planned on checking out that room later. Who knows what could be in there! Already her mind was filling it with terrible happenings. Ghosts and gnolls and oppressed races. Can you say 'totally not sane'? Ah well, for now she lays back on the bed and curls up into her usual fetal position around her sword.

A necklace drops from it's usual concealed placement under her clothes. It's shiny silver and obviously it's closed over something. She quickly tucks it away again and curls up a little further.

[AgentIndy]

Baen're


A folder lies within.

Zith opens it.

[Hattish Thing]

Aceford Manor
You don't have to sleep with your sword. I have blankets. Um... I think you dropped your locket.

The folder is written in a weird language.

[AgentIndy]

Aceford Manor
You don't have to sleep with your sword. I have blankets. Um... I think you dropped your locket.

The folder is written in a weird language.

Zith looks through it, trying to find some stuff in a language he could read.

[orb_of_blood]

Aceford Manor

You cannot part me from my sword, I am fine and there is no locket. The locket was Hers. She would not part with it. Unless... for a moment she almost asked him, but that would be pointless, wouldn't it? He wouldn't have seen the key. Oh well, so much for that idea. Now she mostly wants Marty to leave her in peace so she can go and check out the room her mind has filled with evil. She refuses to sleep in a house with that much evil in it.

[Hattish Thing]

Zith looks through it, trying to find some stuff in a language he could read.

Its a fake suicide note.

Aceford Manor

You cannot part me from my sword, I am fine and there is no locket. The locket was Hers. She would not part with it. Unless... for a moment she almost asked him, but that would be pointless, wouldn't it? He wouldn't have seen the key. Oh well, so much for that idea. Now she mostly wants Marty to leave her in peace so she can go and check out the room her mind has filled with evil. She refuses to sleep in a house with that much evil in it.

Marty closes the door. He takes a deep breath. Marty sleeps on the couch.

[AgentIndy]

Room

Zith grabs his flintlock, thinking that someone was setting him up, maybe trying to kill him, and make it look like suicide.

[orb_of_blood]

Aceford Manor

Only a few minutes after Marty has left, Shada uncurls herself and stretches a little. Okay, time to go explore. She's very tired and does want to sleep, but first she has to make sure she's safe here. She opens the door and creeps out into the hall. The voices start up again, and she ignores them. {Just where the hell do you think you're going?} asks the gnoll.
Where's the room? Asks Shada.
{How am I supposed to know? I'm not even real.}

She creeps down hall after hall, searching and noting that her apparitions are no help at all.

[Hattish Thing]

Room

Zith grabs his flintlock, thinking that someone was setting him up, maybe trying to kill him, and make it look like suicide.

Its signed by Matron V'uy Baen're, Kara'sins mother.

[Hattish Thing]

Aceford Manor

Only a few minutes after Marty has left, Shada uncurls herself and stretches a little. Okay, time to go explore. She's very tired and does want to sleep, but first she has to make sure she's safe here. She opens the door and creeps out into the hall. The voices start up again, and she ignores them. {Just where the hell do you think you're going?} asks the gnoll.
Where's the room? Asks Shada.
{How am I supposed to know? I'm not even real.}

She creeps down hall after hall, searching and noting that her apparitions are no help at all.

The guest room has a flower design on the doorknob. There. is no other room.

[RandomPoster]

I'm sure that, given enough time and Geonosians, Tirin could fabricate some sort of back-mounted feed for the Phaser, though admittedly, it would probably be pretty hard.

In any case, experimental, highly unethical, and extremely unlikely to actually happen weapons designs aside, the hyrid looks rather thoughtful, as most of those sound quite nice, though he nods after a bit, apparently having come to a decision.

"I'll take the Needler and the DXR-6, for certain... You wouldn't happen to be in the market to buy guns, would you?"

[The Jittering Vippit]

The Hutt is quite pleased with Tirin's choices. Since it wasn't mentioned before, the Hutt will mention that the DXR-6 also bypasses conventional shielding; while not kinetic in nature, the energy output is so high that it can break through shielding (though once this happens the beam acts more like a regular laser than a disruptor).

Jurga considers the offer. Eventually he would run out of technologies from his home universe, so getting replacement wares early is probably a good idea... "What type of weapons do you sell?"

[orb_of_blood]

[Aceford Manor]

The guest room has a flower design on the doorknob. There. is no other room.

She pauses, collecting her courage, one hand on the doorknob. She turns it and opens it. What is she doing? This is insane.

{You aren't exactly known for sanity, girl.}

[Hattish Thing]

Aceford Manor

This was Martys wifes room. Its purple walls are polished. Her bed is well made. A portrait of her hangs. Shada, Martys wife, was blonde, and green eyed. She was beatiful. A chest lies.