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[Xantalos]

((Don't worry, I'm coming back after getting more chairs. I'll eventually become a chair kaijyuu.))

[Tomcost]

((The good think is, we can always leave the chests and take the books, you know. And yes, all this to rob a bookstore seems to be too much, but books seem to be very valuable. In past times, they were pretty scarce, having no means to print them.))

[Xanmyral]

"Erm... Mage Art? Mage Art, are you alright?" Morton tried to right himself, now wasn't the time to dally on the floor! With a bit of work from his legs and his arms, he should be able to push himself upright just fine.

"Do you need assistance? Help up perhaps?" Morton fretted at the mage on the floor, hopefully upright by now.

[Harry Baldman]

At Brenwicke's Books...

Sigmund, not entirely satisfied with the progress on the work with the books, decides to check all the books lying about. He finds that most of them relate to various obscure fields, such as particular fields of electric alchemy and other interesting things he doesn't really care about. There is one book on the Sea of Death, but that's pretty much it, at least in terms of whatever he cares about.

"Kevin, are you having problems to find the books? Maybe I can help you. Also, would you mind looking for a treatise about souls?" he says, supposing he has to do everything on his own or at least in a leading position for it to have even the slightest chance of working as intended.

"Too many books here to search, really, so these descriptions won't do much good. I'll look for books about souls," Kevin answers from up top, shortly afterwards finding a chest that seems to have a book about souls in it, though it takes some digging to confirm this.

"But if we don't get the books we would have been stabbed in vain!"

"Why do you think I'm pushing chests out of this goddamn window?"

He throws the book out of the window, whereupon Sigmund picks it up. It does indeed seem to be a book that may come in handy - the very treatise he earlier ignored. How wonderful.

Scott, meanwhile, recalls there's something he was supposed to do, but for the unlife of him he can't remember what exactly! So he just goes to find Sigmund. Luckily, he is not far.

"May I be of service?" he asks.

"Well, actually, yes. Take these boxes with books to the ship. We will keep looking for more books, so come back afterwards," Sigmund answers, placing the fallen books into chests randomly.

Scott looks at the chests. They look heavy.

[Scott strength roll: 1+1]

And impossible to drag successfully as well, at least for one of his mindset. Quite a bummer.

Sigmund, noticing that things seem to be going much slower than they really should, examines the wall that leads to the second floor. It takes him but a few moments to plot a very nice course along the wall, which he figures may come quite in han-

"Right, you lot can go ahead and surrender now," suddenly comes a voice from just nearby. Turning around, Sigmund and Scott find that it is their dear friends, Carlson and Blackjack, plus two others that seem to have survived, all geared up and everything. "If you don't, you're gonna die really horribly. Trust me on that."

You know, Sigmund thinks the schmuck might actually mean it. Scott, on the other hand, is just confused. And Kevin doesn't hear any of this, being busy within.


In Undefined Space...

Timothy laughs awkwardly, hoping that at least someone is having a good time. However, the voices remain steadfastly grave. Hm.
 
"Guess I's tries dat again. Mebbe hedges my bets first, though..."

He concentrates for a moment, and suddenly his rather charming freakrobat outfit turns into a far more stupendous jester sort of thing - he even has the hat, even if it's a bit oversized and a tad too jingly to be credible! Anyhow, he supposes he is garbed appropriately, so he tries his plan again.

[Timothy telekinesis roll: 3]

He exerts a tiny pull on the skeletal hippo person, who seems a bit surprised.

"May I ask what you're doing, good chap?"


Outside the Brotherhood of Fine Furniture and Other Odds and Ends...

Niklas, supposing that such a classy and mysterious establishment warrants investigation, decides to go right in, finding that the door is rather open. Once he gets in, he finds himself in a large, dark room that lacks furniture of any sort.

Suddenly, a small light comes on, and Niklas becomes aware of a small, mouse-like man in a black robe standing next to him. His pencil mustache quivers questioningly at the sight of his esteemed guest.

"Hello and welcome to the Brotherhood of Fine Furniture and Other Odds and Ends. What is it you seek, sir?"

"I have never trusted furniture salesmen - they always seem very eager to enter covenants with you as payment."


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

Morton is somewhat concerned with what is happening to Art.

"Erm... Mage Art? Mage Art, are you alright?" he asks, completely failing to push himself up in any way - his position is just too awkward for his arms!

"Do you need assistance? Help up, perhaps?"

"No, no. I feel a little better now. Shouldn't mess with things you don't yet understand, yeah," Art says, slowly getting up. She helps Morton up as well after a moment of catching some rest.

[Xanmyral]

"Thank you." Morton comments, happy to be in an altogether upright position once again.

"So if you don't mind me asking, Sir Mage Art, what exactly did you try to do? It seems like... You dimmed a little, then fell down. Hm... Were you trying to concentrate your light upon one spot perhaps?" Morton gave a shot in the dark at a possible cause. As he asks his question, the desk tries to ascertain as to if the glow was back to how it was, or perhaps still dim.

[Xantalos]

Could you lead me to where you keep your chairs? I wish to appraise them.

((Whoops I abandoned the party in an hour of need. Don't worry though. If I get a crap ton of chairs I can become a chair collossus and kill everything for you.))

[Tomcost]

Sigmund looks for escape routes, then looks at the weapons and armor the guards are using.

-Umm, how exactly are we going to die? You know, there are many ways to for a soul to leave a body.

Do not appear threatening, but be ready.

[Innsmothe]

Kevin, help me with the box!

[miauw62]

Kevin peeks out of the window, seeing the guards.
"LUMBEEERR!"
Push a chest out of the window, on the guards.

[Gamerlord]

((Wotz happening?))

[miauw62]

((Bookstore heist. ))

[Yoink]

"We is, uh," Timothy grasped for a decent explanation as he continued straining mentally, doing his best to shove his dear friend down the stairs(it probably wouldn't hurt in non-space, anyway, right? Right?), "Performin'. Yeah, with all them slappy-sticks an' what not. Like inna circus. It's be real funny, you just waits!"

>Assume attitude of cheerful professionalism whilst toppling Skelehippo down yon flight of stairs.

[Harry Baldman]

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

Morton thanks Art, who appears to be quite alright, if a tad dim right now.

"So if you don't mind me asking, Sir Mage Art, what exactly did you try to do? It seems like... you dimmed a little, then fell down. Hm... were you trying to concentrate your light upon one spot perhaps?"

"Oh, I was trying to see if I had any magical powers - it looks like I was able to do something with the light, though I'm not sure what exactly. I do know that it felt really, really terrible."

Art's inner light appears to be returning slowly, interestingly enough. Still really dim, though.


At a rather unusual furniture-oriented place of some kind...

Niklas engages the fellow in conversation, hoping to achieve some of his goals here.

"Could you lead me to where you keep your chairs? I wish to appraise them."

"I could not. We do not keep them anywhere, actually. We make them on demand and in seconds, you need but ask. Do you have any requests, good chair-sir?"


At Brenwicke's Books...

Sigmund does his best to somehow deal with the situation at hand. He looks around for escape routes, and notices that the guards seem to have positioned themselves in such a manner that it would be quite difficult to run past them in any direction. In addition, he thinks he hears footsteps from within the store - a whole bunch of footsteps. And a few shadows up on the roofs around here. He notices that all of the guards are garbed in mail and currently wielding spears in a defensive fashion, but that they also seem to have clubs with them at the very least, plus some of them have crossbows. All in all, they seem rather well-armed.

"Umm, how exactly are we going to die? You know, there are many ways to for a soul to leave a body."

"I don't know. Maybe you'll explode. Maybe something else. I am sure it will be horrible, though."

Scott guesses he knows what to do - alert the guards to Kevin's location!

"Kevin, help me with the box!"

[Kevin strength roll: 6]

"LUMBEEERR!" Kevin roars as he throws a chest full of books at Carlson from the top floor! However, it inexplicably slows down mid-flight, rather slowly flying at Carlson.

[Carlson dodge roll: 2+1]

It bumps into Carlson unpleasantly, causing him to stumble back a little and fall on his ass as the chest gently falls down near him.

"Man, that could have seriously hurt. Why must you pricks always resist?"

[Blackjack charge roll: 5]
[Guard 1 charge roll: 1]
[Guard 2 charge roll: 4]

One of the guards opts to check up on Carlson even as the other two charge at Sigmund and Scott, hoping to impale them on their spears.

[Pin: Blackjack vs. Sigmund: 3+1+1 vs. 1+1]
[Pin: Guard 2 vs. Scott: 4+1+1 vs. 2-1+1]

They easily run them through, pinning them both to the nearby wall quite easily. Kevin looks down, slightly bothered by this development.


In Undefined Space...

Timothy tries to explain.

"We is, uh... performin'. Yeah, with all them slappy-sticks an' what not. Like inna circus. It's be real funny, you just waits!"

"Oh, I love the circus! And performing! I await with metaphorical bated breath!"

That's good, Timothy thinks, because this might hurt a little. He looks at the hippo, then realizes that what he needs to do is simplicity itself - he just needs to distract him! Which he's actually already done. Magnificent!

[Timothy telekinesis roll: 2+1]

He manages to move the hippo to the stairs, whereupon he settles on the top step.

"Ooh, haven't seen one of these in ages!" the hippo says. Timothy guesses that's good - it'll make for a great surprise! He centers his mind, preparing for the main event.

[Timothy telekinesis roll: 5+1]

He rapidly pushes the hippo, causing him to tumble down the stairs rapidly! As hippos were clearly never meant to navigate stairs by nature, it doesn't even seem to occur to him to grab onto the railing, which is probably just as well, considering that Timothy's not sure what he would grab it with, strictly speaking.

It takes about fifteen minutes for the hippo to fall the entire length of stairs, a gag that manages to drag on for quite long enough to stop being funny, then become funny again. However, once the hippo reaches the bottom of the stairs, he is but a pile of bony shards jutting out from a somewhat ruined clown costume. Timothy, noticing the hippo's predicament, can't help but wonder if these are actually slapstick stairs. Maybe he accidentally created black comedy stairs instead.

The bones do not move. At all.

[Yoink]

Timothy felt a twisting sensation in his gut, watching the poor, seemingly-maybe-mostly-harmless hippo-person topple down the stairs, almost in slow motion.
Well, where his gut would be, if he had one- in fact it was really more of a mental feeling, but in his stricken state he wasn't in the mood to self-analyse. He could only watch, cringing, as his friend and mentor (for a brief time, anyway) fell end-over-end, with all manner of accompanying crunches and clattering, until finally coming to rest at the foot of the stairs. His first reaction was to run to the skelehippo's aid, but of course, there was laughing to be done, first- or else all this would be for nothing.
Besides, not like any of this was real-- he told himself, again.

"...Ha! Ha ha?" He managed, dutifully twisting his features into a grin as he awaited some response from the voices.
"Heh heh hoo hahahah!" He figured he should really put some more effort into it, just to be sure.

>Hide my unease and anxiety over Mister Hippo's fate, force out some convincing laughter.

>After cackling for a bit, hopefully receiving a favourable reaction from the Voices, attempt to make my way down to check on the hippo-man- without sending myself  tumbling down to join him.

[miauw62]

((Welp. We are the worst bookstore-robbers.))
"Uh..."
MORE CHESTS!