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[Innsmothe]

((I am going the diplomatic route until chair boy come to the rescue.))

[Xanmyral]

"Hm... You are correct, being in one place for such a length of time hearing such a noise does become an inevitability. I'm curious, what other sort of noises do you hear? Or perhaps I should attempt to hear for myself?" Morton asked the ghost, and if prompted will do just that.

[Tomcost]

((I don't like metagaming in a non-logical case, but when there is sense in what you do, and you curently don't have any kind of thought impairment, why shouldn't you operate in a logical way? RPing is another subject altogether, I'm just talking about survival. And that is a practical problem))

((As a side note, we need spears to face these guys, or blunt weaponry))

[Harry Baldman]

At Brenwicke's Books...

Sigmund tries to slide along the spear toward his adversary as far as possible!

[Sigmund's sliding vs. Carlson's kicking: 6 vs. 5]

Though he is kicked backwards furiously by Carlson, he manages to make some progress, pushing himself off the wall about midway along the spear when Carlson presses his foot to Sigmund's abdomen to keep him at bay!

"That was pretty rude from you. Now I think that I will need another head. This would be the nineteenth head I've lost in two days!"

"Well, you've probably gotten used to it by now, then."

[Called Shot: Mr. Blackjack vs. Sigmund: 5+1-2 vs. 4-2]

Mr. Blackjack, realizing that perhaps the face isn't the best place to impact one's brain from, tries the back of Sigmund's head instead! There are several cracking sounds as whatever Sigmund has for a skull starts to give way! He doesn't think he can take much more of this!

[Sigmund endurance roll: 3]

At least, he... um... what was he thinking about again? And why does everything seem mildly foggy?

As this happens, Scott attempts to distract the guards.

"I am unarmed! And that bloody hurt!"

"As much as I hate to point this out, you really aren't. On both fronts. We'll be glad to stop when both problems are corrected," says the guy, aiming another spear thrust to Scott's face.

[Called Shot: Guard 8 vs. Scott: 3+1-2 vs. 1-2-1]

"Speaking of."

The guard stabs Scott right through the eye, the brain and the entire skull, the spearhead coming out through the other end of his head. The guard plants his foot on Scott's chest and pulls the spear out, and along with it a decent chunk of the brain.

[Scott will roll: 5]
[Scott endurance roll: 2]

Scott isn't overly bothered, though. Probably because he doesn't remember why he was here in the first place, who these gentlemen with spears might be and what might happen next. And why he doesn't have three-dimensional vision anymore. And why is he holding a harpoon? He's no fisherman, he knows that!


In the streets of Shriekpot...

Kevin supposes he doesn't really have the right weaponry to kill this guy anyway, so he supposes he'll let him go.

"Alright, but don't come back, or you won't be so lucky."

"You know, we probably could've worked out some kind of arrangement and avoided all of this if you just asked us about it. Assholes."

He runs off as Kevin heads back to Brenwicke's Books. He supposes he's right on time for cleanup, too. He walks into the back room.

"Come, Niklas. We may need your help."

Niklas looks at him and immediately follows Kevin over to the other room. There, they witness Sigmund and Scott being beaten and stabbed in the head by four guards. They don't look so hot, to be honest.


On the deck of the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...

Morton concedes the point. After all, docks and murder go well together - the docks being the welcoming bread and the murder being the warm, red jam that happens upon it.

"Hm... You are correct, being in one place for such a length of time hearing such a noise does become an inevitability. I'm curious, what other sort of noises do you hear? Or perhaps I should attempt to hear for myself?"

"I PERIODICALLY listen to LITTLE PIGEONS HATCHING! It's like DEATH, but IN REVERSE and MORE VIOLENT! And THEN there's the way SOULS PLAY TOGETHER - exchanging INFORMATION of ALL KINDS in their MUTUAL CONTACT! These happen at VARYING INTERVALS, though - you have to KNOW IT WHEN IT HAPPENS! Otherwise, YOU'LL MISS IT!"

[Tomcost]

Cover my head with my arms, keep sliding. If I get out, shout:

-Niklas, do your thing and rescue us!

Sigmund then tries to choke the guard

((I recommend that Kevin grabs a spear, becuase that sword is not going to do much))

[Innsmothe]

"This is a fudging bookstore right!? WHO THE HELL HAS HOMICIDAL GUARDS IN A BOOKSTORE?!"
Break the spear.
((Guyz plz ned halp! :p))

[miauw62]

"CHARGE, NIKLAS!"
Grab a spear if there is one laying around and charge at the guard keeping Sigmund pinned.

[Tomcost]

If Sigmund is free, he will throw a harpoon to the guard pinning Scott.

((Hope this helps))

[Innsmothe]

((I would dare to hope too, but I have a spear in my brain))

[Tomcost]

((That bidimensional vision will be a really bad thing. You will have to travel to the fab dimension after this))

[Innsmothe]

((I don;t want to be furniture D:
And won't my dear and cuddly blanket-husband transform with me? >.>
Might be a good thing then.))

[Tomcost]

((You should have left it in the cargo hold. You are putting in danger every player except from me))

[Innsmothe]

((What?
I...don;t get you.))

[Xanmyral]

[He's saying that by carrying it there is the possibility it could get destroyed, which if us four are still soul bound to Gary might mean our deaths if we aren't careful. However, I'm figuring that if Scott was on fire for so long and the blanket was okay, it's probably fine. Plus I'm thinking Artiste probably nullified that, maybe. Really though, why not send the blanket through the Fab Dimension and seeing if we can get Gary out in some kind of human form? ...Okay, we may need to send a liaison for that. Actually... What if we can hear Gary already? Food for thought.]

"Souls play together? I'm afraid I don't understand quite what you mean good Sir Captain, the closest I can postulate upon would be ghosts talking to one another, but I'm not so sure that is quite what you meant." The desk queried further.

[Harry Baldman]

In the main room of Brenwicke's Books...

Sigmund, guessing that his head trauma might be getting in the way of his escape, whatever reason that might be for, tries to cover his head with his hands and slide forward.

[Sigmund sliding vs. Carlson's kicking: 2-1-1 vs. 3]

To say that he makes no progress in his confused state is to put it mildly - he is kicked back against the wall, undoing all his precious hard work! He reaches toward Carlson, but just can't seem to reach! Also, he's kind of covering his head with his arms, so he can't really throttle anyone that way.

Scott, trying to come to grips with his rather poor situation, tries to confusedly break the spear rammed through his chest.

[Scott weapon destruction roll: 1-1]

He punches the spear. It is a strange spear, as it appears to have a very sturdy shaft that's not made of wood at all. Go figure.

Kevin, who among those assembled is the only one who knows the score, figures he'll instruct Niklas and find a better weapon.

His instructions are simple.

"CHARGE, NIKLAS!"

[Niklas charging roll: 6]

Niklas rapidly moves toward one of the guards - Kevin suspects magic. No chair is that fast.

[Niklas vs. Guard 8: 6+2 vs. 2]

He punches the guard who was about to stab Scott in the eye again clear across the room - when he meets the door, he is in a few more pieces than before. Definitely more pieces than are strictly survivable for a human being. The door's not in too good a shape, either.

[Guard morale roll: 3]

"Oooh-kay. We'll be leaving now, I think," Carlson says. "Don't worry about us, we know the way out."

Carlson then quickly pulls his spear out of Sigmund, allowing the latter to tumble to the floor, as does the other guard who's pinned Scott. The two brain-damaged individuals are free once again. Moments later, Kevin returns with a spear. He roars and charges at one of the guards, unaware that the conflict has taken on an altogether different character now.

He does notice that Sigmund's free, though. That's interesting.

Meanwhile, the three remaining guards cheese it at varying efficiencies: Blackjack disappears from sight practically immediately - you wouldn't guess a guy could run so fast with that much armor on him. Carlson opts for a bit of a slower move away, or rather tries to when the last guard topples him over in his dash - even madder than Blackjack's, actually. Though Carlson immediately recovers, he is still in the store when everyone else comes to terms with the new situation.

"So, how's life for you lot?"


On the deck of the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...

Morton isn't really sure what the Captain's talking about here.

"Souls play together? I'm afraid I don't understand quite what you mean, good Sir Captain, the closest I can postulate upon would be ghosts talking to one another, but I'm not so sure that is quite what you meant."

"I MEAN when TWO (or more) PEOPLE have a real HEART TO HEART - when they SAY IMPORTANT THINGS, THINGS that CHANGE ONE'S SOUL and DEFINE ONE'S EXPERIENCES! Why, to HEAR such a THING is MAGNIFICENT!"