GLoG IX: Death is no longer cheap

[happyturtle]

Turtle laughs as she is grabbed and spun.


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Magtok might see George rolling his eyes behind Nil's back.

((Nil, please note this is *his* reaction, not his player's!))

[Lex-Kat]

Melody yells from behind the couch. Tell him to go away!

[Saint Nil]

(Everyone, please be on later tonight, Nil has something he wants to give you before he leaves)

[Morty]

Wenomir looks slightly puzzled by the manner GLoG welcomes Magtok. Who is this fellow?

[Lex-Kat]

((It depends on how work goes, I was only on last night because it was extremely slow. ))

[Lord Magtok]

No, of course not, why would I...wait, you're leaving GLoG?

Magtok's smug reply and matching grin quickly fade into confusion and a dropped jaw.

[Boo]

Mr. Quinne, now known to be Francis.... something, puts Happy down once he's finished his song. "How did you find my name?" He sounds hopeful, not suspicious.

[happyturtle]

"The voices in my head told me," Turtle says jovially. She intends to tell him everything, but she doesn't want to spoil his happiness just yet.

[Boo]

I'd suggest against that, but I can't really stop you. Topsy will if you try, however. He'd rather not have a shivering lump of metal as a home.

"Well thank you to you and the voices in your head!" He doesn't seem all that disturbed by it... huh.

[happyturtle]

When he doesn't question her farther, Turtle decides to keep the rest to herself, for now. But not forever. She owes Mr Quinne--Francis--the truth, and she is in no mood to let an evil voice override her conscience.

"If they tell me more, I'll be sure to let you know," she says.

[Fostire]

(Everyone, please be on later tonight, Nil has something he wants to give you before he leaves)

((Sure))
Pri, Rick and Kris came back. Pri and Rick (and I suppose kris too) are in the infirmary. Pri had several serious wounds when he came back but the droids healed him and he is now sleeping. Rick is fine but Pri insisted that he let the drones check on him. He is lying down in a bed reading a book.

[happyturtle]

No, of course not, why would I...wait, you're leaving GLoG?

Magtok's smug reply and matching grin quickly fade into confusion and a dropped jaw.

"Yup. Yup. Old Nil decided he's reformed us all enough. He's off to fight evildoers on another dimension or something," George says cheerfully, and a little callously. "Now is there anything we can do for you? Turtle's decided to throw all the evildoers out. She didn't make an exception for Kaela, so I doubt you'll be getting an invitation for tea."

[Boo]

"Sometimes I wonder where your voices come from." He starts walking off to the bar before slightly turning back. "Join me for a drink?"

[happyturtle]

"I'd love to," Turtle says with a smile, and walks with him.

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Susan goes into the infirmary. "How are they doing, Rick?"

[Lord Magtok]

"Yup. Yup. Old Nil decided he's reformed us all enough. He's off to fight evildoers on another dimension or something," George says cheerfully, and a little callously. "Now is there anything we can do for you? Turtle's decided to throw all the evildoers out. She didn't make an exception for Kaela, so I doubt you'll be getting an invitation for tea."

Magtok's face probably looks a bit like Julius Caesar's did when he found out his bestest buddy was one of the folks bringing him to a stabbity end, and it doesn't seem as if he heard the part about ridding the place of baddies.

I...but...but I'm an evil-doer! Here, in this dimension! Is it because I've been less active lately? I know, I haven't been at my most villainous lately, but I swear, I can change, just don't leave! I can go find a bank somewhere, hold a bunch of bank employees hostage...

The rest of Magtok's pleas get a bit mangled by sobs and demands to know the name of the other villain he's thwarting, before another clone arrives with a gun and decides that this amusing little scene can't be allowed to go on anymore, and puts a lovely little piece of hot lead in the other clone's heart.

Sorry about that, sometimes the clones get a bit...faulty. Anyways, as I was going to say, I managed to locate a certain Mrs. Fanboy's wedding ring, and suspected she'd be interested in knowing where it is.

[happyturtle]

"Turtle!" George bellows. "It's for you!"

He returns to his yoga video, and Magtok may notice that George seems to have mastered lotus position.

Turtle hears him from the bar where she is sitting with Mr Quinne. "Excuse me, Francis," she says. "I shouldn't be long."

She walks to the door, and sighs at the dead Magtok before addressing the living one. "Hello Magtok."

[Lord Magtok]

Don't worry, I'll take care of that on my way out. Just wanted you to know that one of the tracking devices I had kicked into a black hole reported back with the location of your wedding ring. Apparently it's on the hand of some trouble-making arsonist in another dimension.

Magtok folds his hands together, and glances downwards, doing his best to feign a bit of worry and concern.

Now, I'm doing my best to try to stay on her good side, but I doubt she'll just hand it over, even if I explain the situation, but rest assured, I know how much it means to you...Well, actually, I don't, seeing as I'm a villainous, self-centered little cyborg, but you get the idea.

[happyturtle]

"I see..." Turtle frowns. "No, that makes absolutely no sense at all. Well, if it's in another dimension, it's going to have to stay there. I have responsibilities here that are more important than a piece of jewellery, whatever its sentimental value."

She pauses, shapeshifting to grow taller and thinner, though without any conscious intent.

"I don't know if you've spoken to Kaela lately. I told him he couldn't come back unless he was willing to be good. And the same goes for you, Magtok. We're not allowing unrepentant evildoers on the premises any more."

[Boo]

From before:

He laughs. "That's fine! I'll pretend to get drunk on my own! Haha!"

Now:

*grumble* "Can't even get drunk and grumble about stuff." *grumble*

[Morty]

Wenomir hears Turtle's last sentence and asks: What about neutral people? I'm still not technically Good, you know.

[Fostire]

Susan goes into the infirmary. "How are they doing, Rick?"

Rick looks up from his book
"They're fine, I think. Pri had some cuts that where easily healed with some potions. He's really tired though, he fought very hard, I didn't know he could do some of the things he did. Kris over there had his strength drained from him, but with some rest he should recover quickly."

[Lord Magtok]

"I see..." Turtle frowns. "No, that makes absolutely no sense at all. Well, if it's in another dimension, it's going to have to stay there. I have responsibilities here that are more important than a piece of jewellery, whatever its sentimental value."

She pauses, shapeshifting to grow taller and thinner, though without any conscious intent.

"I don't know if you've spoken to Kaela lately. I told him he couldn't come back unless he was willing to be good. And the same goes for you, Magtok. We're not allowing unrepentant evildoers on the premises any more."

Magtok nods, and then takes a step back, briefly noting that this is probably the first (and only) time he hasn't gone into the base while visiting. He then frowns.

I see. So then where is Kaela? I do hope you at least made sure he'd be safe before seeing him off. I don't think any of us would like a repeat of the LaRoth mess.

[happyturtle]

Turtle looks down, biting her lip. "I don't know where he is. I upset him badly." She doesn't appear to have heard Wenomir.

George heard him however, and thumps him on the back heartily. "No worries there. As long as you're trying to be good, you're welcome here. Come on, lad. Have a drink with me and Mr Quinne." He joins Francis at the bar. "How are you doing?" he asks cheerfully, while pouring drinks for himself and Wenomir.

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"You three are heroes," Susan says, her eyes shining with admiration. "You should be very proud."

[Morty]

Wenomir drinks his beverage. Well, to be honest, being good is much more complicated than I've thought, he says along the way to the bar.

[Boo]

"My name's Francis!" He says with glee. "And I still can't drink!" less glee, but glee nonetheless.

[Fostire]

"You three are heroes," Susan says, her eyes shining with admiration. "You should be very proud."

He blushes and quickly goes back to reading the book so that it doesn't show.
"We're just doing our job"

[Lord Magtok]

Turtle looks down, biting her lip. "I don't know where he is. I upset him badly."

Magtok's gaze doesn't offer the slightest bit of sympathy.

Well then, if anything happens, as soon as I'm done with whoever's responsible, I hope you'll keep this door securely locked at all times, because I can't promise you that I won't momentarily snap and do something needlessly violent out of grief.

He then turns to leave.

[happyturtle]

Turtle nods. "And I won't blame you. But assuming Kaela's unharmed, which is a fairly safe assumption, I hope you'll do something about his apocalyptic tendencies before he finds someone to play anti-Mary to his anti-Christ."

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"Is there anything I can do for any of you?" Susan asks Rick.

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"Francis, eh? Nice to meet you, Francis!" George says. Depending on how perceptive Francis is, he might notice that George's cheerfulness is a little forced. A bit overdone. There's just a touch of strain about his eyes. It might not be noticed though. It's very subtle, and therefore hard to roleplay in text format.

[Lord Magtok]

Will do. Those tendencies weren't my idea, by the way. I like to think my sense of humor is above bizarre pregnancy schemes.

And with that, the Maggy is gone, dragging along his corpse as he goes.

[Boo]

"Ha, no need to be generous with your words there, friend. I'm just glad I know my first name. Even if it's just my first." Francis goes behind the bar to serve drinks since pouring them over his head won't get him drunk. He puts on a pair of leather gloves from under the sink so his hands don't scratch the glasses. "So, what do you guys want? Old stuff, or good stuff? Quick warning, though. The good stuff will knock you right out if you're a tee-toddler." He laughs a little as he says this next line. "The wondrous stuff will kill ya, that's why I don't make it for anyone else but myself."