GLoG VI: Thread of One Thousand Plots

[Kaelaroth]

Oh, god. Stylish there, Czer. He mutters to himself, in Czech.

Don't be such a fool, lad. A voice, and following spell, thunder.

Czer blinks. And drinks his mead.

((deadtime))

[FireFox]

Sam has appeared in the base...

[Haleyintraining]

((I just saw this today. It's hilarious.))

Hello Sam.

[FireFox]

I smile at Lindsay as I stretch. Hey.

[Fostire]

((I just saw this today. It's hilarious.))

((I think haruki-kun did that))

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok quietly warps into GLoG, loading what looks like a dart gun.

Oh, hi everyone. I just got word that Happy's been killed. I'm going to need someone to spork up some things for me.

[FireFox]

Hm, that would be Magtok. I quickly draw my Glock, index him between his eyes, and flick the safety off in one smooth motion.

[Haleyintraining]

Lindsay asks Sam, Do you know who that is?

[happyturtle]

"Sam, please!" George says. "We need to hear what he has to say. What do you mean, Happy's dead?"

[Haleyintraining]

I don't know what you are talking about, but if someone's dead, there, well, dead. I don't think that needs explaining.

[FireFox]

That's Magtok. He's evil. He kills people, and he's armed. And I'm more comfortable with shooting him then be shot myself.

[Kaelaroth]

Czer, smelling of alcohol, links hands with George.

((I have a new character. When's a good time to bring him in?))

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok raises an eyebrow, and points the cane in Sam's direction, merely for dramatic effect.

You're going to want to put that down, girl. I didn't come here to stain the carpet, and I'm sure you don't want to do so, either.

She's dead. I traced the teleport thingy, double-checked to make sure I found the right place, saw a corpse that looked remarkably like a certain lady we know.

Fortunately, death is cheap in these parts, both figuratively and literally. I'll charge half the price of a true resurrection, and a bag of Cheez Its. All I need sporked up is a working stereotypical glass tube filled with some odd blue liquid, the rest I brought with me.

[FireFox]

((Sam is short for Samantha...))

you're evil. Leave before I start putting holes into you.

[Kaelaroth]

George, my man, is what he has enough for you to bring her back? Czer stage-whispers, kinda drunk.

[happyturtle]

"Listen, mate, we don't need your help. Me or Nil can raise her just fine, and unlike certain people in this room, we won't try and turn her into a cyborg or anything."

George squeezes Czer's hand, and tries to stay between Magtok and Czernov.

((Whenever you like, Kae.))

[Kaelaroth]

((In which case... I shall try and bring him in later tonight. ))

Czer squeezes back. George may notice that Czer's got a five o'clock shadow. Which is odd, as he'll know Czer grows facial hair damn slowly.

[Haleyintraining]

Lindsay is standing there watching, making mental notes of what she needs to write in her journal.

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok smiles devilishly, as he pulls out a severed arm from his robes.

I know you don't need my help. I know you don't trust me. And that's precisely why you'll let me set things up here, where you can watch over what I do, rather than head down to AMEN, and create a Happy Turtle army for myself.

[FireFox]

What an idiot. I pull the trigger twice, feeling the crisp break, like snapping an icicle. Two 9mm hollowpoint rounds are headed right for the spot between his eyes.

[Haleyintraining]

Are those arms?

[Kaelaroth]

Czernov quietly throws a localised time freeze at the floor in front of Magtok, designed to detonate when the bullets hit.

[FireFox]

((Deadtime. ))

[happyturtle]

Suzie attempts to grab Lindsay and drag her out of the room.

[Haleyintraining]

She succeeds.

[Kaelaroth]

Rather drunk, Czer seems to forget about Magtok, and tries to unbutton George's shirt.

[happyturtle]

"Listen, mate, I get that you and Ms. Turtle have some sort of weird relationship that I totally do not want to know any more about. But we don't do cloning here. I'll speak to Thor tomorrow, and he'll arrange to have her sent back here. Not now, Czer."

[Kaelaroth]

Mhmmm... Czer says, dreamily.

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok's player assumes that the time freeze thingy is meant to stop the bullets, though is a bit confused by the wording, and decides to err on the side of cruelty and has one of the bullets hit the cyborg in the chest.

Oww. Damn player and his sadistic glee in watching me bleed...

So, anyways...Yes, arms. She lost them at Magtok Land, though in no part was it my fault. Kaela removed them to free her from Draken's influence, and I kinda forgot what came after that. So, now that we're all clear, I'm going to need those Cheez Its and a stereotypical cloning tank, or there's no promises I don't send an army of her to destroy you all for fun.

He seems to intentionally ignore George.

[Kaelaroth]

((No, I meant that the time freeze would lock him once the bullets had hit. But me no express that well. So we keeps it as is, yep.))

Czer groans.