Police Station XVIII

[Osnagard]

Sorry comes out of deadtime and looks about the station.

[PirateMonk]

The heavily cloaked figure glances at her. Who would you be, girl?

[Osnagard]

I'm Sorry, who are you?

She slowly walks towards the figure.

[PirateMonk]

I have many names. Of course.

[Osnagard]

Sorry continues to walk, closer and closer.

Large eyes glittering innocently.

The child finally looks up.

Many Names is a funny name.

[PirateMonk]

It lets out a hoarse laugh.

[Osnagard]

I think you are my friend now Many Names.

She smiles up, arms crossing behond her back in the cute way little girls seem to.

[PirateMonk]

Hardly. It continues glaring at her.

[Osnagard]

Sorry reaches for the cloak

Let's see who's under there.

EDIT

Sorry then spontaniously teleports to Trog's.

[PirateMonk]

It swats at her hand.

[Lord Magtok]

The hundreds of War God's demons that have been here for quite some time start throwing fireballs at the Magtoks.

One of the clones quickly dives to the ground, and uses the charred corpses of himself to escape a fiery doom. After a while he slowly begins to crawl out from under the bodies, slightly disgusted by what he just did. He then points a shiny metal finger at Aesa.

How the hell do you know who I am? And who are you to tell me what is and isn't going to be built here?

[AmberVael]

Do you know how many times I've watched you in Trog's? I know who you are, Magtok. And I'm the person who took down the police station. You can try to build something here, but I don't believe you'll succeed.

[Lord Magtok]

Whether or not you believe in me doesn't really concern me at the moment. Nor does building anything here, to be honest.

The remaining Magtok looks around for a moment to see if there is anyone listening in on the two, and then throws away the piece of paper he was writing on. Instead of plans for a new police station, it just has a few random doodles.

I was just trying to get your attention. I have a few plans, and I'd like to know whether you're going to be opposing me in advance.

[AmberVael]

Aesa raises an eyebrow and looks highly amused.
If you wanted to get my attention you could have just gone to my plane and asked to speak with me. There is a portal right next to Trog's...
What plans?

[Lord Magtok]

The cyborg shakes his head.

I wouldn't touch that tavern with a fifty foot pole, now that it's been taken over by Idiotarum.

As for the plans, its mostly screwing with the spacemonkeys and peasants of this place. Maybe finding a way to make people stop fearing that pogostick guy. Just giving Chaotic Evil a spin, instead of being a dark dictator kind of guy.

[AmberVael]

Well, as long as you don't kill too many people, or form some kind of police like organization, I'll probably be fine.

[Lord Magtok]

Okay, then.

He turns to leave, but then comes to a stop and turns his head.

Out of curiosity, if I were to promise to sell my soul to you, would you kill a PC for me?

[AmberVael]

Aesa thinks on it.
Would you actually carry through in giving it to me? And who?

[Lord Magtok]

Yes, I would. I don't actually have any use for the thing. Hell, I'd give you a hundred and three souls, if you could just find a way to kill Rex Idiotarum.

[AmberVael]

Aesa snorts.
I'm not sure a hundred and three souls is worth the kind of annoyance I'd have to go through.

[Lord Magtok]

I see...

Magtok pauses for a moment.

Well, what would be worth the annoyance?

[AmberVael]

Possibly nothing.

[Lord Magtok]

Dammit. Well, I gotta go now. Maybe I'll come up with something worth your trouble later.

Magzilla comes back, and the clone hops back on to the gargantuan swarm as it lumbers away.

[PirateMonk]

The figure wanders off Slumwards.

[Manal]

Alissa breaks free from deadtime and leaves.

[Woland]

Gray walks up to the block of land, whistling.
Looking up at the rubble, he grins and says, to no one in particular,

"Hm... Call me crazy, but I think that this might be a good place to build a police station."

From his coat he pulls out a piece of parchment and begins to draw a blueprint.

[AmberVael]

I'll call you crazy!
Aesa's illusion appears out of her scrying portal.
The place, honestly, isn't mostly rubble. There are a few holes in the building though.
No one is building a station here.

[Woland]

Gray pulls, from his pocket, what appears to be... a beard?

Yes, it definitely is a beard.

Having verified the validity of the facial hair, Gray proceeds to stick it on his chin and stroke it thoughtfully, turning towards the illusion of Aesa.

"Really, now? Nobody? That's strange, because I was under the distinct impression that I was building a station here."

Gray Scratches his head.

"Although, I have been wrong before."

[LordVader]

Gray should notice several obvious signs that the Police Station was formerly a Police Station, not the least being the sign above the door.

There is also various police documents and paraphenalia scattered around from the attack.

[AmberVael]

Well, let me put it this way.
I'm going to stop you from building a station here.
Aesa crosses her arms.