Police Station XVIII

[Woland]

Gray seems to ponder Aesa's remark for a second.

"Well, that would definitely pose a problem during the preliminary building stages, wouldn't it...

Okay then, no reason to have a dissatisfied citizen, nix on the police station.

How's about I build a Police Headquarters instead? Or maybe a lawberdashery, if that's more your taste?"

[AmberVael]

If you want to build, go do it somewhere else.
Aesa looks quite firm on the issue.

[gooddragon1]

OOC: ((plot related? cause if now 's not a good time I'll just come back later))

[AmberVael]

((You could say that, I suppose))

[Woland]

"Now, now, my dear madam. You can't honestly in good conscience deprive a city of one of its primary functions! Who will we needlessly call when a raccoon makes scary rustling noises outside our windows at night after reading a horror novel? What use will our youth-gangs have for the phrase "cheese it!"? My god, man, if there were only a police station, you could have me arrested for loitering, instead of being forced to stick an apparition of yourself here on the off-chance that some young whatsit appears and starts building things left and right!"

Gray grins, and turns the blueprint over.

"Like it? It's my own design."

[Kyrian]

The War God's demons, that no one ever seems to realize have never left the place, wait for Aesa's word. Or Kyrian's. Didn't really matter much to them.

[AmberVael]

Well, on the other hand, without the police I can kick your butt and not fear any retaliation.

[Woland]

Gray gives the demons a polite tip of his hat.

"True, true, but surely you can't think that retaliation won't come from a source other than the police? Retaliation always comes, my friend. Only, with a police force, the coup is almost certainly bound to be less... Vicious."

Gray smiles at Aesa

((Edit: did something weird to my computer, had to delete/repost this post.))

[AmberVael]

Aesa just smirks at him.
I'm not afraid of anything you're willing to try.

[Woland]

Gray beams.

"Good to know. Fear of upholstery is unhealthy. And just plain silly."

He pulls a shovel from his coat. "Better start clearing up the wreckage."

[AmberVael]

Aesa sighs.
Look. I really really don't want to fight with you, but I really really really don't want a police station.

[Woland]

"Well, I really don't want to have a tannery in my neighborhood, but there's one there nonetheless, and someone's got to cure the leather.

On the other hand, once I get the police station up, you probably won't be allowed to fight in the streets anyway, so you might as well get the fight out of your system while you have the chance.

You should be aware though, there are witnesses about."

Gray looks over to the street and hails a few passing citizens.

"You there! Mind writing down your names and addresses? I'll pay each of you ten gold to watch me patch up this building, and to take notes of anything that transpires."

Gray turns towards the building. "Don't worry though, I'll make sure that there's a big fat complaint box in front of the station for your particular needs. You can help me build it too, if you want."

[AmberVael]

The police never did anything, man! Why do you think I complained about them? I waltzed in right under their noses and put up wanted signs for myself, and what did they do? Nothing! They just sat there and then fired an officer who had committed more crimes than I had!
Having a police station will only mean there are a ton of gits who think themselves to be above normal citizens somehow, when in reality they are just irritating posers who get in the way.

[Woland]

Gray turns back to Aesa, a softer smile on his face.

"I know. Society's a bitch, ain't it?"

He hoists the shovel over his shoulder and turns around once more.

"I'd argue political theory with you, but it seems that I haven't brought my philosophy shovel with me today."

Gray begins moving some rubble into a pile.

"Don't let that stop you from thinking up ways to build a better societal mouse trap though. Try running for councilman, dictator even. Innovations are the spice of life and whatnot.

Just... try not to take a chunk out of a neighborhood whenever you come to the inexplicable conclusion that humans are flawed."

[AmberVael]

Aesa sighs and without seeming to do anything, an invisible fist of force assaults Gray from behind, trying to hit him in the back of the head and render him unconscious.

[thehothead]

One of the NPCs turn out not to be an NPC, but the one, the only

BALD AXE DUDE!

I'll help ya. Not having police to deal with makes things uninteresting. Even when they are incompetent slobs. Vigilantes are better.

[gooddragon1]

OOC: ((thehothead a word of advice: If you aren't involved in the plot, don't try to interact too much. The rules don't exactly apply as written when plot is involved.

EDIT: Of course, if this turns into a free for all, I might want a piece o' the action . *cough* Spell Resistance 180 *cough*
2nd EDIT: Oh I see, nvm then.))

[LordVader]

A Vulture gunship hovers over the Station at about 500 feet, monitoring the possible developments.

((This is pretty much a Town-wide event, it's not a plot, really.))

[thehothead]

(I meant help build it. I got simued. I'm not new, I just take breaks every once and a while.)

BAD watches the events with amusement.

[Woland]

Gray whips around as the fist of force approaches him. Acting quickly, he takes a head-level stance towards the bolt, and... Licks it as it passes.

Gray makes a few ponderous smacking noises with his lips, before appearing to reach a conclusion.

"Interesting, that. All you practitioners of magic around here seem to enjoy throwing around balls of force like so many skittles. I just wanted to find out for myself if they actually taste like skittles.

Which they don't.

They taste pretty horrible, to tell the truth."

Gray raises his right hand, and a suitably magical, if generic, crackling sounds from it.

"Don't, however, believe for a second that I don't have tricks of my own."

The crackling ends in a very audible 'pop' as, in Gray's hand, there manifests a ball of raw, dense, potent...

Quick-drying cement.

Which he hurls towards one of the holes in the ruined building.

"You there," he yells to one of the citizens on the edge of the site, "make note that the illusion of the anti-law enforcement lady assaulted me with her mystical powers."

Thinking for a moment, he then adds "also, be sure to put in your writing that I said 'make my day' or something along those lines."

[thehothead]

BADs axe turns into a pen, and he quickly puts it in writing.

His axe then turns into a pillbox. Can never be too careful!

[AmberVael]

((Guhh uhhh...
When you do it that way, you're almost godmodding my character... seriously, you can dictate what effect it has on you, but taking it out of the air and eating it is really another matter.
Normally I wouldn't object, but due to the way Aesa makes her "spells" you basically just ate part of her. I'll say you crunched the force and ate it and all that, so your post doesn't change, but Aesa just withdrew her life from the "spell" before he got to it, k? Otherwise she would have been able to keep manipulating it and probably wouldn't have allowed it to get eaten...))

Aesa blinks, barely withdrawing her presence from the fist before he ate it.
She had been pretty sure it was indestructable... unless... did he have disintegration powers in his mouth?
It wasn't a comforting thought, to be sure.
Maybe she was dealing with a little more than she expected.
Most of them like using fire, really.
She's striving to keep herself calm.

[Woland]

((he really just popped it in his mouth. He did no damage to the actual force. He just simulated the jowl motions and whatnot.

I do admit though, it was my character taking control of something possessed by your character, and therefore godmodding. I apologize, it was a mistake. Here, I'll change it to him licking it as it passes him by. Less godmod-ishness, more control by Aesa, same general comic effect))

[Kyrian]

The demons ready fireballs, but await final word from Aesa or Kyrian.

[thehothead]

Hahaha, I wish I had some sort of object that could instantly make paintings of things I see... some sort of "camera"

[gooddragon1]

did he have disintegration powers in his mouth?
It wasn't a comforting thought, to be sure.

OOC: ((That lucky b**tard, never has to brush his teeth
Also, this is city wide? What does that mean?)).

[LordVader]

((It means that this is not an individual plot, but rather events that affect Town as a whole.))

The Vulture increases altitude to 750 feet, turbines roaring.

[AmberVael]

((It basically affects everyone, that is what city wide means.

And thanks, Woland. That works a lot better. Though it does kind of nix my last post... here's the new version.))


Aesa crosses her arms, not too happy.
Most of them prefer fire. And I'm tempted to use it myself.

[gooddragon1]

OOC: ((So this like determines whether we get to have a police station or not? Which I definitely support as a former officer and such.)

[Woland]

The ball of quick-drying cement splats against the building, creating a rather messy patch of temporary wall. Honestly, it probably drops the building's value by about 600 gold, and that's saying something considering its current condition.

Gray nods to Aesa and shouts, "Let it be known that the anti-law enforcement lady wishes to set me on fire.

Yep, that's criminal intent if I ever heard it. Honestly, some lawyer somewhere is probably having an orgasm and he doesn't know why."