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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 2, 2012 1:07:49 GMT -8
 Albert- "You're that Ian dude. Jen was pissed at you, buddy, whoo."  Ian- "Hush! Up!" He angrily gestured at Albert. Albert- "Sheesh." |
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 2, 2012 1:21:31 GMT -8
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"TAKE YOUR RIGHTFUL PLACES, SINNERS."
The Adamsons knelt on their knees, and bowed their heads all the way to the floor.
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"STEP FORWARD CHILDREN OF WASHOE"
Two other polo-shirted, unmasked people stepped forward.
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"TELL US OF THE PLAN OF RETRIBUTION"
Mrs. Washoe-
"Well, we've already marked at least five names off the list today! It was a great success.
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"ONLY FIVE? WHY IS THIS PROGRESS SO SLOW?"
Mr. Washoe-
"Well you see... the kids, they just kept adding names on to it and it just really reduces the odds of the ones on the official list coming up and--"
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"CHILDREN HAVE ADDED NAMES?"
Mrs. Washoe-
"Well you know kids, when they want something, boy they can just harangue the heck out of ya until they get it! It's just so hard to turn them down--"
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"SILENCE! THE LIST OF RETRIBUTION IS NOT A CHILD'S PLAYTHING!"
Mrs. Washoe-
"Okay okay, how about we take off like... half of them?
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"VERY WELL. AT ONCE."
The Washoes nodded furiously like admonished underlings, and scuttled away. The kids had to press against the walls to avoid being seen as they bustled past. Ian silently gestured for everyone to follow the Washoes. Behind them, the ceremony continued.
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"NOW, SINNERS, YOU MUST GRATIFY THE BEAST."
*sigh* "Oohkay."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 2, 2012 1:24:26 GMT -8
Albert seemed to be hanging back too much, to watch the ceremony completed maybe?
Albert-
"Gratify the what? That sounds like a hot ticket!"
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Post by Suyoi on Nov 2, 2012 1:25:48 GMT -8
 Andrew had no illusions to sit and watch whatever carnal desire this 'beast' needed 'gratified.' He motioned for Michael, raising his two hands up above his head and then bringing them both down in a quick motion. He then pointed at the back of his neck. He then motioned towards Mr. Washoe. |
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Post by kilnarak on Nov 2, 2012 1:29:59 GMT -8
 Leon hung back with Albert, quietly watching the ceremony. He glanced after Ian as he lead the others after the Washoe's. "Sounds like a euphemism for givin' the high-priest a blow-job, man. Let's go with them. We might get the chance to fuck that bitch up." |
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 2, 2012 1:34:07 GMT -8
Albert-
"No way, that geezer is gonna give a how-job to a goat, and I will never get another opportunity to see that if -"
He relented to be dragged away. |
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 2, 2012 1:53:08 GMT -8
The Washoes whined to each other as they moved through the cloth. Ian and the others slipped through behind them, thankful for their nattering to cover the sound of their pursuit.
Mrs. Washoe-
"Gosh, Tyler was sooo rude today! Did you hear how he interrupted me?"
Mr. Washoe-
"Well Linda, he's got a very important job. He's the High Officiar. "
Mrs. Washoe-
"I guess, but he doesn't have to be rude about it."
Mr. Washoe-
"Though, I do think that's actually in the job description! Ha ha ha... Well, two more ranks and you won't have to worry about attitude from that guy anymore. This ritual's got us two degrees closer!"
Mrs. Washoe-
"That's true. I just hope little Jenny isn't too upset about this. Maybe let's not tell her... maybe she won't notice?"
The area was shockingly structured compared to the mayhem of the cloth world above. It was almost as if someone had magically built a human structure and crudely spliced it to the mad realm above. Behind these red silk walls, dark hard wood could be seen, and brass screws and pipes in increasing amounts. Leon's leg was swelling, but there wasn't much he could do about that now. The couple turned a corner, and then the group heard a door open from behind the cloth, bizarrely, and close again. Ian gestured for everyone to quietly gather around the walnut brown door, with its gold fixtures.
Ian-
(whispers)"What do we do? Just... bust in?"
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Post by Suyoi on Nov 2, 2012 1:55:56 GMT -8
Andrew leaned closer. "We have to get one of them to show us how to take our names off the list... and put their names down instead." The last phrase came out as a growl, his eyes narrowing. "Fuck this shit, it ends now." |
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Post by kilnarak on Nov 2, 2012 2:02:35 GMT -8
"I'm with Morrissey, here. Let's bust in there and fuck their shit up." Leon said this, but really was not sure how much good he would do - he wasn't sure he could even walk on his own, without someone to support him. Still, he had his knife in his pocket (and a lighter too - but what could would it be to burn the place down around them?) |
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 2, 2012 2:05:47 GMT -8
Before the teens could move, the door burst open again, Mr. Washoe storming out with a giant brick of a cell phone plastered to his ear.
Mr. Washoe-
"No, I said SELL! SELL! This Market is--"
Michael bashed him over the head with the spade with a comical "TONK" sound. The man fell in a heap, the phone skittering. 
Michael-
"..Oh shit... sorry... He was coming right at me.."
Mrs. Washoe-
"Oh my GAWD!" (her voice got more nasal) "Unbelievers in the temple!"
She looked like she was about to scream-- Michael looked like he was about to add another to the pile. WHAT DO YOU DO?! |
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Post by Suyoi on Nov 2, 2012 2:08:39 GMT -8
Andrew attempted to jumped on her, trying to shove his shirtsleeve into her mouth to keep her from screaming. |
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Post by kilnarak on Nov 2, 2012 2:10:57 GMT -8
Leon's knife appeared in his free hand so quick, it almost looked like a magic trick. But while he wielded it threateningly enough, given that he still had an arm wrapped around Albert's shoulders to keep from putting weight on his broken leg, it wasn't likely he'd actually be able to make much use of it unless one of the cultists walked right into him. Still. "Someone shut her up before she brings 'em all down on our heads!" |
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 2, 2012 2:24:58 GMT -8
Andrew leaped on the woman, stuffing the sweater sleeve into her mouth before she could gasp. Sadly, it triggered her gag reflex, and she vomited her mimosas all over the place, and she passed out from the shock. FLUMP Ian pushed past into the room, and the others followed. Inside was a darkly wood paneled room, not a stitch of cloth to be found. In the center of the room was metal contraption, that looked like one of those machines tourists use to flatten pennies into amusing souvenirs. It was tacky and golden, and on the front of it, was an old fashioned typewriter. Everyone filed into the room. Above the machine was a wooden post, with gold placards like the kind that go on office doors. They were lined up neatly, top to bottom, and on them were printed many names. Some of the names they recognized, and many were unfamiliar. Nearby on the floor was a small blue plastic trashcan, and inside were a few discarded placards. Ian walked up to the machine, shaking his head.
Ian-
"How are we gonna figure this--"
He pointed at the front of the machine, which was labeled. INSTRUCTIONS
To add a name to the list: withdraw the input tray and add the distal phalange of one human pinky finger and an ingot of gold, or a used placard. Push the input tray in until it "clicks."
Type the desired name with the input keyboard, be sure to spell it correctly.
Press the "PRINT" button and remove new placard from the output tray.
To activate placards: All who witness must lay their souls bare, and join hands.
A placard cannot be destroyed until the transaction has been completed, placards can only be re-written with new names.
For troubleshooting, please refer to the manufacturer's manual.
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Post by Suyoi on Nov 2, 2012 2:32:30 GMT -8
Andrew blinked, reading the instructions slowly. "So, we... we have to put someone else over our own name to save ourselves... like... like god, then? I don't get it. I mean... is that right? Can we just break it? Or maybe make up names... unless that kills you too... sheesh. I don't want to play god now." Andrew shuddered, weakly leaning on Lucy. 
Lucy-
"Aww, poor guy."
"But... you can use my mother's name." The last phrase came out like the sound of sandpaper caressing a brick, which is what Lucy dropped him like.
Lucy-
"Oh good god."
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Post by kilnarak on Nov 2, 2012 2:32:44 GMT -8
Leon had Albert help him over to the machine. His lips curled back from his teeth in a slight sneer, as he looked it and it's instructions over. Really? What the hell kind of idiot would leave the instructions just sitting there? "So what, we just want to destroy the placards? And then fuck up this machine so they can't use it again, right?"
Albert-
"That's what punks are good at!"
He looked at Andrew. "No offense, Morrissey, but I'm not cuttin' off any of my fingers so you can put new names on the goddamned list." 
Beef-
"I'm not sure that's what the instructions mean. Let's just screw up our names and fuck this shit up. Not sure if it will stop Dr. Pretorious and the gang, but we can sure try."
"Here, lemme see the trash can." He reached over and took out the discarded names, glancing them over and showing them around. "Any o' you lot recognize these? Maybe we can just take 'em down and toss 'em..." That... would be insanely easy, wouldn't it?
Albert-
"Hang on, what are we even doing in here? What's all this talk about lists and names and playing god?
I mean, we're just here on a drug trip because Jessica Hiddle is a psychopath, god bless her heart..."
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