GLoG VI: Thread of One Thousand Plots

[Draken]

Hate. We know it all to well. It's a knife with two edges.

But your mind is made and you leave us no choice.

Skeletal, ethereal fingers grip the haste of the sword, pointing the tip of the blade to Turtle's face.

You will do as we command.

Be it your will. Or not.

Arcane lightning blasts from the sword, against Turtle this time. Will she avoid it?

[Fan]

Fan will port back in ENRAGED, and will chuck a vial of sleeping inferno at the first unfortuante person he sees; before ghost steeping into a grapple with the next one.
"WHERE IS MY WIFE!"
You can clearly tell that he has intent to kill.... you don;t kidnap someones wife.... Its bad ju ju.

[Inigo Montoya]

Inigo starts tossing a ball against the wall.

[happyturtle]

Turtle stares down the blade of the sword, refusing to submit. She gets blasted.

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George doesn't have any words to answer Czernov's accusation, so is silent.

[Kaelaroth]

((Fan, remember there is UV light all over the base, if that does anything))

"George" starts to looks, almost hungrily, quite angrily at "Czernov". You're telling me this is just some sick coincidence?

[happyturtle]

((Not all over the place... we'd all get sunburns. It's in the corridors of the detention block.))

Susan is grappled.

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"I don't know how it happened. Maybe it has something to do with the imposter."

[Kaelaroth]

"George" grabs "Czernov" by the shoulder, in an angered movement, a hungry light in his eyes. His grip is tough, he's slipping into a painful nerve hold.

[Draken]

Normally, arcane lightning is dangerous, wild and unpredictable, possibly worst than arcane fire in it's utter lack of control.

But not here, it is held in check by a master, and so, as painful as it may be, it is in no way lethal.

The lightning sinks into Turtle's body and mind, warping it like a symbiote, a parasite, a cancer even, the stuff's light irradiates from her eyes, glows inside her veins, and considering her barbaric background, it might drive her into something familiar, bloodlust, wrath, rage. But this eldritch rage is different in so many ways. Like being free of all of the limits of morality, of racionality, like having nothing but primal, violent instincts take over.

The arcane lightning pulls the Sapphire Slayer into Turtle's hand, and the hilt encases itself in gemstone as soon as Turtle's grip is safe around it.

Now, unleash yourself. Your enemy is right outside, everywhere.

The weapon is not suggesting anymore, it is ordering, and first and foremost, it demands her to shatter this cell!

[Fan]

((Not all over the place... we'd all get sunburns. It's in the corridors of the detention block.))

Susan is grappled.

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"I don't know how it happened. Maybe it has something to do with the imposter."

Fan will particly snarl at her.
"WHERE! IS! HAPPY!"

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok sighs amid the madness, and steps over to the kitchen. It won't be long now before all this messy chaos would be sorted out, or so he believes, and in the meantime, it wouldn't hurt to be above all the panicky insects and their outbursts, munching on whatever happens to be in the GLoG fridge.

[happyturtle]

'Czernov' doesn't fight back. "I'm sorry," he whispers.

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Turtle smashes her way out of the cell, and stalks down the corridor and up the steps to the great room, looking for her enemies.

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Susan's eyes are wide with terror at Fanboy's rage. "She's safe! We've locked her up for her own..." She hears the noise of Happy smashing the cell open. "That's probably her."

[Kaelaroth]

Kaela giggles, inside Turtle, bathing in the glow of sin, recharging at a faster rate, giggling all the while, as he floats about in a spiritual womb, wavily merrily with his plsuhy pink tail at Draken's influence.

"George" snarls, and lets go, before smacking out a meaty hand at high speed, to collide with "Czernov"'s face. Even if he misses, he strides away, tears in his eyes, staring down at himself.

[Fan]

Fan will drop Susan, and head to go meet Happy as she escapes from the Detention area....

[happyturtle]

'Czernov' gets slapped.

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Susan runs for safety as soon as Fan drops her.

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Turtle sees Fan and attacks.

[Draken]

Don't forget that she is glowing with the power of the ARCANE!

Probably insane.

And Draken's voice is no longer in her mind, it is a low whisper in the crackling lightning around her.

Where first. HALO. The prisoners. The betrayers. Oh look. Your husband. Good choice.

[Fan]

Fan is attacked, and gets hit with the saphhire slayer.... in the heart....
Fan falls back as the great sapphire scythe slices into his chest blood drippiing down his mouth as he coughs, and wheezes in pain...
"Why?"

[Kaelaroth]

Youz a skellington! Says Kaela's chirpy voice, as he dreamily addresses Draken.

"George" starts crying, managing to avoid all conflict as he deadtimes.

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok waves to Susan if she goes by, making a mental note of the distance between him and each loud scream, crash, or other miscellaneous alarming noise, and begins to keep his eye on the clock, keeping his cool despite the violence and flaring tempers everywhere.

[happyturtle]

The GLoG main floor is open plan... one large kitchen/living room/dining room.

Which means Magtok can easily see Turtle murdering her husband in front of him.

He might even be the next target.

"Stop trying to control me!" she hisses at Fan, as she continues to cut him open.

[Fan]

Fan is eviscreated.... visoucly.... He just cant bring himself to raise a hand against Happy even to save his own life.... With his last breath he says.
"I'm so sorry Happy." *SPULRTCH* as Happy pierces his heart, his hand going limp, and the rose he had picked up from the hotel as a gift for her falling from his limp hands....

[Inigo Montoya]

Inigo hears the violence, and is amused by it.

[Draken]

My structure is actually chitinous but... No matter. Do not bother me with your fooly.

Draken revels in the emotions released here.

Pathetic. You can't save yourself now can't you. How could you ever protect your loved ones? - This is really sent to Fanboy.

Now, now, dear. Who shall be next. Show me what you truly hates. And let's go deal with it. Shatter this double-edged knife and release you.

[Fan]

My structure is actually chitinous but... No matter. Do not bother me with your fooly.

Draken revels in the emotions released here.

Pathetic. You can't save yourself now can't you. How could you ever protect your loved ones? - This is really sent to Fanboy.

Now, now, dear. Who shall be next. Show me what you truly hates. And let's go deal with it. Shatter this double-edged knife and release you.

Fanboy is dead....

[Kaelaroth]

Hehehe! You sounds funsies! And useful. Yeah, useful too! You like tiddlywinks? Kaela likes tiddlywinks. And destroying the universe. Yeah, Kaela like that too! And tiddlywinks. He giggles.

[Draken]

Hey. I got ninja'd there. Besides, I can aim spiteful comments to the dead can't I? I am a villain!

Oh, to Kalea.

Foolish. But perhaps you can be useful, in due time.

[happyturtle]

Show me what you really hate...

Images flashed in her mind: Masato. Nil. Vespe. Rabbit.

Magtok.

She looked up from her husband's body and smiled at Magtok, then walked slowly towards him.

[Kaelaroth]

You see, I was right - usefulness abound. What be me right? Oh, just recharge your power cells! OK!

((deadtime))

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok smiles, hoping to bluff his way out of this.

Oh dear, till death do us part just happened to the lovely couple. And now it looks like the jig is up for me.

Are you sure you want to do it, Happy? This flesh and steel shell may die, but the mind shall live on. You're operating on nothing more than primitive bloodlust, aren't you? Pathetic. Step a bit closer, Happy. Take a good look at what you're doing before you do it. And then, strike me down anyways, make me bleed, become the tool of a tool. A pawn, a willing, pathetic, stupid pawn. Do it, Happy. Go right ahead, because we both know it'll only affect you in the end.

[Draken]

The sword breaks into a thousand of razor fragments linked by the purest arcane lightning (like a spiked chain).

Kill not. Shatter. Rend. Tear. Heed his words, the flesh may go but the mind will endure. So make him regret the flesh altogether.

[Fostire]

((Undeadtme))
Rick is in the training room