In the cargo hold of the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...Niklas, coming to terms with the grim reality that the hideous menace he's here to deal with are probably a bunch of clams or invisible beasts that he couldn't possibly see coming at him from that corner over there, goes and tries to pick up a clam with one arm.
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He grabs it and tries to lift it. Though it is surprisingly light, it is nonetheless too heavy to lift with one arm. As Niklas tries to raise the clam triumphantly, his faithful minion
Mark stands around unhelpfully, hoping to get out of lifting the thing by looking as watchful and guard-like as possible.
Meanwhile,
Kevin decides to run in the direction of Niklas and Kevin! Niklas proves easy enough to find, as he seems to be in the middle of ineffectually lifting clams, but where's Kevin, he wonders? Bloody bugger's disappeared.
However, before he can embarrass himself too much, he remembers that
he's actually Kevin. He looks down at his skeletal body. Yeah, Kevin's here. All is well. He would follow Kevin, too, but he seems to be waiting for something right now. How inconsiderate of him.
At the Gerfluski and Sons Bank...Scott explains his nefarious plan to the other guys.
"I don't need complication...just longevity. I guess I will go find her and inform her of our readiness to leave on the ship.""Yeah, you do that. Just be back. With the money."Scott waves his hand dismissively at Bernie and heads back to the shrieking ship. He goes back into the captain's quarters. Blondie seems to be seated on a ruined bed, holding a rag to her nose and looking quite bored. Erin, meanwhile, seems to be appreciating her handiwork.
"Man, I really do all my best work while under pressure, ya know?"The handiwork in question seems to be a now-ruggedly handsome man clad in strange ceremonial armor, more angular in shape than what you'd usually see, and there's a certain alien quality to it. Maybe it's the silvery geometric patterns across the jet black armor plates. Maybe it's the fact that they seem to shift occasionally, though not when you're looking at them.
"RATHER NICE, I have to say. THE SCREECH CERTAINLY HELPED. I only wish the circumstances hadn't involved MY SKIN PAINFULLY MELTING INTO A SINGLE ECTOPLASMIC CLUMP!""Well, it's better now, no?""CERTAINLY! But DAMN, was that PAINFUL!"In the Financial Consultation department of the de Jong and Associates Bank...Sigmund thanks Olivia and lets her go about her business, then heads down the hallway. He has to get out already. The smell of bureaucracy is getting to him.
As he walks down the hall, he suddenly hears a loud voice. Then a rather large, stocky man jumps in front of him.
"Sir, I require your assistance!" he says in a deep voice.
"There will be a reward if you help, don't worry! It'll be real quick."
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Topic: Life Begins At Death - Epilogue: We Live And Live Again (Read 565301 times)