Serial Killer Round 63: La Fiesta de la Muerte! | C'est fini!
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I sat there, watching that bony, hooked arm spinning that bottle idly after the last execution. I knew how I felt about it but I was curious of how it felt...not long ago it had been treating this bottle as a tool. Then an omniscient being. A diety? Then a child. Now it was just spinning it again like it didn't matter. So what did it think of all this death? I could see what it did, plainly, but I could not know how its mind interpreted the information. All I could do was send a mental heartbeat every so often.
Hey...remember what we're here to do...
It stopped spinning the bottle and checked its phone again. Nothing. It put it away and held the bottle in front of it like a toddler on its lap. Why was I in this body, anyway?
I remembered the old stories of Sgt. Cortez. The greatest marine we ever knew. The bodies he took on when fighting the reapers fit into his setting. Ilsa, Jake, Harry and everyone else. Even sentient robots. But he had never had his mission hosted by something as bizarre as this.
I prodded the head to look at the others.
I reflected on who I'd seen and was seeing now. A piñata, a dalek, a chosen undead...maybe it didn't really matter what I was. Cortez had to be Jake because he was a scorned cop from Chicago giving out Vigilante justice. He has good reason to invade the Sunrise Club that evening. But here nobody has to fit in. It's a gathering of misfits. Then I felt vibration in its pocket. It looked at the phone.
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Bingo.
Get up and follow the marker. Be quick about it, mutant.
It slapped itself. But it got up and started walking, but it had brought the bottle, too. Jesus Christ. No harm I suppose.
Not too fast, you'll look suspicious!
It stopped and turned around to face the others "Just going for a tinkle." It slowly backed out of the room without breaking its sorry excuse for eye contact. Ah, this behaviour was its equivalent to Harry Tipper's predisposition for corny one-liners. After he got out of the room he looked back at the phone and followed the blip into the crystal's location. So far so good.
Anya says we should be looking for a small box of some kind. Look hard.
It scanned the room for a few minutes without moving. I was growing impatient, but it reminded me of gargantuan tasks I had in the past. The room we were in seemed to be some sort of private study. A somewhat cliched reading room with a big, red armchair, fireplace (unlit as of now, which is a good thing considering I knew from before that the creature was terrified of fire)with a mirror above it and tall bookshelves. A chest of drawers and a small unit were probably the most likely locations, but considering Time Crystals were never easy to locate, or easy to get to, we'd probably have to go through every single book, rip open the chair...that would make us look more than suspicious, not to mention the amount of time it would take.
I was starting to feel sorry for the creature...just then, it moved.
It left the bottle on the unit and took three long strides toward the left bookshelf. It moved some books out of the way and pushed a small board behind them back, and then with some difficulty, to the left. There it was. It grabbed it.
If only I could ask it questions. What was it thinking as it admired the crystal? How did it know it was there? How could it see in the first place? What could it see?
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The creature jumped and dropped the crystal. After a scolding from me and picking it up again it was again frightened by the opening that had appeared before the fireplace that was surrounded by an aura that could only be described as...temporal.
I told it to go through. It did.
...
"Whoa...what just happened? Where did that green stone go?"
...
"Why was I here again?"
...
"Maybe I got lost in thought looking at my reflection..."
...
"I should get back to the others."
*shattering of glass*
"-Bottle!?"
Hey...remember what we're here to do...
It stopped spinning the bottle and checked its phone again. Nothing. It put it away and held the bottle in front of it like a toddler on its lap. Why was I in this body, anyway?
I remembered the old stories of Sgt. Cortez. The greatest marine we ever knew. The bodies he took on when fighting the reapers fit into his setting. Ilsa, Jake, Harry and everyone else. Even sentient robots. But he had never had his mission hosted by something as bizarre as this.
I prodded the head to look at the others.
I reflected on who I'd seen and was seeing now. A piñata, a dalek, a chosen undead...maybe it didn't really matter what I was. Cortez had to be Jake because he was a scorned cop from Chicago giving out Vigilante justice. He has good reason to invade the Sunrise Club that evening. But here nobody has to fit in. It's a gathering of misfits. Then I felt vibration in its pocket. It looked at the phone.
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Code:
TIME CRYSTAL: LOCATEDBingo.
Get up and follow the marker. Be quick about it, mutant.
It slapped itself. But it got up and started walking, but it had brought the bottle, too. Jesus Christ. No harm I suppose.
Not too fast, you'll look suspicious!
It stopped and turned around to face the others "Just going for a tinkle." It slowly backed out of the room without breaking its sorry excuse for eye contact. Ah, this behaviour was its equivalent to Harry Tipper's predisposition for corny one-liners. After he got out of the room he looked back at the phone and followed the blip into the crystal's location. So far so good.
Anya says we should be looking for a small box of some kind. Look hard.
It scanned the room for a few minutes without moving. I was growing impatient, but it reminded me of gargantuan tasks I had in the past. The room we were in seemed to be some sort of private study. A somewhat cliched reading room with a big, red armchair, fireplace (unlit as of now, which is a good thing considering I knew from before that the creature was terrified of fire)with a mirror above it and tall bookshelves. A chest of drawers and a small unit were probably the most likely locations, but considering Time Crystals were never easy to locate, or easy to get to, we'd probably have to go through every single book, rip open the chair...that would make us look more than suspicious, not to mention the amount of time it would take.
I was starting to feel sorry for the creature...just then, it moved.
It left the bottle on the unit and took three long strides toward the left bookshelf. It moved some books out of the way and pushed a small board behind them back, and then with some difficulty, to the left. There it was. It grabbed it.
If only I could ask it questions. What was it thinking as it admired the crystal? How did it know it was there? How could it see in the first place? What could it see?
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Code:
TIME PORTAL HAS BEEN STABILISEDThe creature jumped and dropped the crystal. After a scolding from me and picking it up again it was again frightened by the opening that had appeared before the fireplace that was surrounded by an aura that could only be described as...temporal.
I told it to go through. It did.
...
"Whoa...what just happened? Where did that green stone go?"
...
"Why was I here again?"
...
"Maybe I got lost in thought looking at my reflection..."
...
"I should get back to the others."
*shattering of glass*
"-Bottle!?"
RUSED!Caramel Frappe said:That picture ... I love it. You drew it so well and made me bust up laughing with what became of your fate. Well done manHeadsprouter said:
I heavily relied on a screenshot I took of a dead Headsprouter.
But thanks, anyway.
When Sky said she'd find a good home for the bottle, I like to think she meant this. A home in my spine, because somebody had to execute me.Aerosteam said:
Don't feel too bad. There are other places in other people I'd have rather stuck it in.Headsprouter said:When Sky said she'd find a good home for the bottle, I like to think she meant this. A home in my spine, because somebody had to execute me.
And with that, it seems this story is drawing to a close. Unfortunately, I have to depart to work for now, so I'll post Fractral's final post if he's unable to by then. Obviously I won't if he posts it, but whatever happens, it won't be until I return. Hasta mañana, or a few hours, probably.
@Malbourne: I'm away from my computer now so I'll leave it to you to put up my winning post.
So yeah, I was El Killer and Sky was my Lawyer. Aero's going to make an announcement about it soon, but the gist is that I'm going to be out of Internet reach from Sunday until the following Saturday. I'm happy to GM the next round but it's dependent upon the rest of you being willing to wait for me. Otherwise I'm okay if someone else wants to GM instead.
So yeah, I was El Killer and Sky was my Lawyer. Aero's going to make an announcement about it soon, but the gist is that I'm going to be out of Internet reach from Sunday until the following Saturday. I'm happy to GM the next round but it's dependent upon the rest of you being willing to wait for me. Otherwise I'm okay if someone else wants to GM instead.
@Frappe: No, I'm really not that petty about winning. I'd be just as mad if I was an innocent, because it still would've ruined the game and people's trust in the Spy for future rounds.
He broke the rules twice, and won't even own up to it. There wasn't even any ramifications for what he did either, so essentially he could just keep on "rule-bending" and people will just let him get away with it.
It's not fun, this round wasn't fun. I'm probably not going to play the next round because honestly I feel I'll just get even angrier.
He broke the rules twice, and won't even own up to it. There wasn't even any ramifications for what he did either, so essentially he could just keep on "rule-bending" and people will just let him get away with it.
It's not fun, this round wasn't fun. I'm probably not going to play the next round because honestly I feel I'll just get even angrier.
I knew who the Killer was the moment I was murdered... but, due to being dead and shit, it would not have made a legal difference...Caramel Frappe said:
@s14k: In other words, this redondo fiesta was a "no bueno" on La Escala de la Matanza...
@Sky: What's funny is that in the end it caused more harm than good. One of the reasons I didn't take a handicap was because Aero's little deception ended up helping me win. And despite what Frappe says this round definitely wasn't a foregone conclusion until Twintix's execution. Indeed, had king not revealed himself to Sky I would have lost.
I'm willing to wait until Fractral gets back like DoPo. If a new round is going to start earlier than that I may sit it out for personal reasons and just wait until the one after.
I've worn myself out on this, I'm sorry for being so high-strung.
I've worn myself out on this, I'm sorry for being so high-strung.
@sky: [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/profiles/view/sky14kemea] Don't worry about it. I don't think anyone blames you for being high-strung. I was mighty annoyed as well with the whole false information shenanigans because as the Arbiter, I had absolutely no leads, and the reveal just made things even more confusing for me.
Honestly, what I wrote in my death post is true. I'm a bit displeased over how absolutely useless I turned out to be in this round.
Honestly, what I wrote in my death post is true. I'm a bit displeased over how absolutely useless I turned out to be in this round.
Right-o, first thing to get done is Fractral's victory post which he was kind enough to prepare and provide. It was an honor to have a Daedra at this fiesta, sir! Thank you all so much for playing once again, and enjoy:
When the invitation arrived, I was less than enthralled. 'Hermaeus Mora does not party with fools!' I bellowed to the other Daedric Lords. But then a single part of the letter caught my many eyes- the location was nowhere in Apocrypha, or Mundus, or any of the planes of Oblivion. A new realm, filled with new knowledge to aquire? I signed the RSVP and sent a handful of my worshippers to take my place while I watched, safe in Apocrypha.
The first man they came across intrigued me, so I ordered him seized. My Necromancer summoned a ghost of his past, a man named Armstrong, to do the job. Both were miraculously strong- more so than many of the lesser daedra I keep in my army- but my summon, strengthened by the necromancy in his veins, pummeled Raiden into the ground.
Unfortunately the fight attracted some attention, not least from Raiden's boyfriend (who was, to my great delight, subsequently executed by an angry mob) and my thralls had to flee to a safe location. From there they waited until the coast was clear and then went to the local graveyard for a spot of... archeaology. Alas, their efforts were disturbed by a very interesting woman.
A power surged through her veins, but it was of a different sort to the mechanical forces that powered Raiden. Intrigued, I watched as my necromancer once again summoned a shadow of her past to confront her. She died beautifully, and I recieved my data. With the medic out of the way, there was nobody left to oppose my studies- or so I believed.
Word came of another who could challenge me- a seer, capable of discerning the identity behind the attacks on the party-goers. Rather anticlimatically, he ended up being murdered by the very people he swore to protect. In apocrypha we laughed well into the night. It seemed, however, that these people had their own form of necromancy, and were preparing to ressurect him once again. As it would turn out though, the one skilled in the art had made a fatal mistake.
<Pic4- The priest makes a fatal mistake>
He blindly trusted in one of my minions, the lawyer named Sky. Approaching her for help, the one named KingofKumquats revealed himself to me, and perished shortly thereafter. Once again my Necromancer ressurected a ghost from KingofKumquats past who put a stop to any threat to me and once again, I recieved new information. Things were going perfectly, until I recieved some very bad news. The messenger felt my displeasure.
I was furious! It seemed that not only had the Seer managed to discern some clues about my identity- that I held no membership of this 'publishers club'- but he had managed to pass this information on! I had been outmaneuvered by these mortals, and now stood to lose everything. I would have lost everything, had it not been for Sky passing on the last minute notice that it was all a scam. The Seer's accomplice, the one they called FPLOON, felt my displeasure later but by it was a futile guesture. Only the knowledge of my safety here in Apocrypha kept me from abandoning this world.
Despite my misgivings, over the next few rounds it seemed as though I could claw back the advantage from the mortals. Together with my Lawyer I managed to influence the rudimentary judicial system that had been set up and get an innocent executed, and my minions continued to kill the party-goers where they could.
Time passed, and I grew ever closer to victory. With each death my knowledge base grew, and the ranks of those who could oppose me thinned. And then, just like that, they were all gone. I had emerged triumphant, the final party goer at this dance of the dead.
'You're welcome to stay if you'd like,' the lord of the party told me over the corpses.
'I was never truly here,' I replied through my avatar. 'The connection between my realm and yours is tenuous. It will not permit me to stay for much longer.'
'Then did you at least attain what you sought?'
'All that I sought and more,' I replied. With a farewell I severed the connection, returning fully to Apocrypha to savor the knowledge and plan my next move.
The first man they came across intrigued me, so I ordered him seized. My Necromancer summoned a ghost of his past, a man named Armstrong, to do the job. Both were miraculously strong- more so than many of the lesser daedra I keep in my army- but my summon, strengthened by the necromancy in his veins, pummeled Raiden into the ground.
Unfortunately the fight attracted some attention, not least from Raiden's boyfriend (who was, to my great delight, subsequently executed by an angry mob) and my thralls had to flee to a safe location. From there they waited until the coast was clear and then went to the local graveyard for a spot of... archeaology. Alas, their efforts were disturbed by a very interesting woman.
A power surged through her veins, but it was of a different sort to the mechanical forces that powered Raiden. Intrigued, I watched as my necromancer once again summoned a shadow of her past to confront her. She died beautifully, and I recieved my data. With the medic out of the way, there was nobody left to oppose my studies- or so I believed.
Word came of another who could challenge me- a seer, capable of discerning the identity behind the attacks on the party-goers. Rather anticlimatically, he ended up being murdered by the very people he swore to protect. In apocrypha we laughed well into the night. It seemed, however, that these people had their own form of necromancy, and were preparing to ressurect him once again. As it would turn out though, the one skilled in the art had made a fatal mistake.
<Pic4- The priest makes a fatal mistake>
He blindly trusted in one of my minions, the lawyer named Sky. Approaching her for help, the one named KingofKumquats revealed himself to me, and perished shortly thereafter. Once again my Necromancer ressurected a ghost from KingofKumquats past who put a stop to any threat to me and once again, I recieved new information. Things were going perfectly, until I recieved some very bad news. The messenger felt my displeasure.
I was furious! It seemed that not only had the Seer managed to discern some clues about my identity- that I held no membership of this 'publishers club'- but he had managed to pass this information on! I had been outmaneuvered by these mortals, and now stood to lose everything. I would have lost everything, had it not been for Sky passing on the last minute notice that it was all a scam. The Seer's accomplice, the one they called FPLOON, felt my displeasure later but by it was a futile guesture. Only the knowledge of my safety here in Apocrypha kept me from abandoning this world.
Despite my misgivings, over the next few rounds it seemed as though I could claw back the advantage from the mortals. Together with my Lawyer I managed to influence the rudimentary judicial system that had been set up and get an innocent executed, and my minions continued to kill the party-goers where they could.
Time passed, and I grew ever closer to victory. With each death my knowledge base grew, and the ranks of those who could oppose me thinned. And then, just like that, they were all gone. I had emerged triumphant, the final party goer at this dance of the dead.
'You're welcome to stay if you'd like,' the lord of the party told me over the corpses.
'I was never truly here,' I replied through my avatar. 'The connection between my realm and yours is tenuous. It will not permit me to stay for much longer.'
'Then did you at least attain what you sought?'
'All that I sought and more,' I replied. With a farewell I severed the connection, returning fully to Apocrypha to savor the knowledge and plan my next move.
The irony is that that could have been justifiable under the guise of "but, he's not a pub club member, thus making him a prime suspect"... However, at the time, no one publicly knew that kind of info about the Killer...Caramel Frappe said:
I'll chalk that up to "bad luck" given, at that point, no one publicly had any true, strong leads alongside other people, even before the first major plot twist, just not feeling the flow of the round, let alone the game itself...