What, you too, Sheriff? You've got to be joking... Flick thought. He shrugged, then said "I can't make any promises, obviously. ...On a sidenote, what are we going to do when we find him anyways? Seeing as he's just been ganged up on, I don´t think he´ll trust us just like that. So what do we do if he doesn't want to go with us, or even decides to attack us?"
Stuff happens. Post it here so we can laugh at you >=D"We subdue him with minimal force." Sheriff replied; he held the door to the breakfast joint—SANDERSSEN & MELODY'S—and continued, "Or, if we make a point of pointing out that we heard about him being attacked, he'd probably listen. I'm pretty sure that he saw me talking about my goals in the speakeasy, it stands to reason he'd buy it."
Paper, half expecting this answer by now, had already got out a notebook and was busy writing the note she had thought of last night.
She examined one last time before she handed it to him. It wasn't particularly good, she knew she wouldn't go to that meeting after reading this. But out of twelve persons, at least one would probably give it a shot.
"Here. I didn't forget anything important, did I?"
"Hmm... I guess so," Flick answered as he entered the breakfast joint. "Oh, and one more thing. Seeing as I can't morph clothes, I'd like to have a minute or two of *ahem* private time when we reaach the speakeasy. Of course, that is taking there is anything usable there in the first place." As he was speaking, Flick grabbed the menu chart from one of the tables, then ordered a ham-and-onion omelette at the service Glass just called over.
Stuff happens. Post it here so we can laugh at you >=D"Fine, then. Let's not waste any more time, now."
Paper left Sprocket in a hurry, without the usual looking back every ten steps. Within a few minutes she had entered the speakeasy, discovered the Maus' letter, and wrote two more messages of her own.
She left both of them next to Maus' letter, unsigned, along with the original note she had written; which she also left, for no reason that she could think of. She then left the speakeasy and made her way to the nearest payphone and called the little girl again.
edited 14th May '12 12:32:49 AM by Dealan
"Oh, of course, it makes sense you couldn't shapeshift your clothes. Our powers all seem to only do one very specific thing, you know?" Sheriff lowered himself down into the seat next to Glass and ordered a massive breakfast of potatoes, eggs, sausage, and pancakes. There only seemed to be two actual people working the restaurant and only the four of them as patrons; the waitress was a middle-aged, pretty number with brown hair and a musical voice, and the chef was a tall, imposing nordic man with dirty blonde hair and scorch marks covering his face; he flew into a slew of incoherent but definitely European swears upon receiving Sheriff's order, only to begin cooking with the same passion with which a serial killer kills his target.
"Well," Sheriff said, "while that is undoubtedly true, we should at least try, you know? If there's any hope for a happy ending, we seize it. I see that Florence girl, for instance, and I'm crushing her windpipe." Sheriff took a methodical and steady munch of sausage, staring fixedly into the middle distance. He got it now, unbreakable morals of pacifism were completely impractical; if evil could be stopped by a death, when a girl like that was no doubt completely immune to a higher power like the cops, then death was the solution.
Rock laughed, using his knife and fork to curve his sausage upwards, so it resembled a smile. "Well, that may be Happy Ending for Us, But-" He stabbed the sausage with his fork. "It Wouldn't be one For Her, Now Would it?" He stabbed it a few more times before raising the impaled meat to his mouth.
"If That's The Best you Can Think of, There's No Chance of a Happy Ending! All We Can Hope to Do-" He took a bite. "Is Choose Who Lives and Who Dies!" He laughed again, and took another bite. "Kind of Like how Some Poor Pig Died so We could have Sausages!"
"I suppose so!" Sheriff agreed. "Though a girl like that, who would make us become killers, deserves that fate she would inflict on others. Like The Golden Rule, you know? I mean, really..." Sheriff leaned back a bit. "She didn't sound that tough over the phone." He smiled. "We could take her, I bet! Us four, kicking the tar out of an evil little girl. Sounds fucked up, but it's the best possible way to end this."
Rock laughed again, louder. "You're Absolutely Right There! Of Course, that's Supposing We get The Chance, and That-" He finished his sausage. "We Won't we the Ones that Get Killed by Her! Heh, given that She Could Give out Powers like this, She's Probably pretty Crazy Herself! But Never Mind That, You're absolutely right, we should focus on the Positive!"
"Uhm, guys?", Flick says in between bites, then points at his collar. "Have you forgotten these? How can we be sure that she won't simply blow off our heads if we even try something like that? Not to mention the fact that the entire plan depends on her even being in this area. So I'm sorry to say, but that plan is a no-go."
edited 29th Apr '12 2:47:28 AM by neobullseye
Stuff happens. Post it here so we can laugh at you >=DAsimi continued on down the street amidst disgusted stare after disgusted stare. He headed back into the hotel lobby. The receptionist looked up at him with his usual level of contempt, without even a hint of shock as if he had expected this bodily desecration all along of a grimy oldworlder.
Someone in Chih's group move down to the lobby or exit the elevator or something. Please?
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."Hmm... Sheriff seems to be about at his breaking point. A few more nudges, and I could get him to go on an active offense against the other players. Still, I need him to trust me a bit more for that to happen. Flick thought. He took another bite, then spoke up. "Don't get me wrong, though. Going after Florence may end up being the best solution to this problem, but doing so blindly is plain suicide. IF we decide to do that, we need a really good plan to make sure we don't get our heads blown off, and we need to somehow be able to surprise her."
He was silent for a while, apparently thinking about something, then shook his head as he continued. "...No, that won't work anyways. Even if we somehow manage to overpower and kill her, there's no guarantee that these collars will deactivate on their own, meaning we solved nothing at all. But if we don't kill her, then she'll likely simply kill us instantly." He fell silent again and closed his eyes, seemingly lost in thought. Well, he was thinking about something all right, but not about what he wanted the rest to think he was thinking about. Maybe that'll do. Let him think that I'm trying to find a way out. Heck, if I do find a way out, all the better.
edited 1st May '12 2:05:25 PM by neobullseye
Stuff happens. Post it here so we can laugh at you >=DRock watched the two of them for a few moments in silence, some tiny signs of displeasure showing. Then he stood up suddenly.
"Well, as Interesting as This Discussion is, I think I'm Done Here!" He dug into his wallet and placed a handful of coins on the table, not bothering to check how much was there. "That should Cover my Part of the Bill! Well, I Think I'll Go Ahead to the Speakeasy!"
With that, he began to walk towards the door.
Sheriff finished his meal with a single massive forkful of potato, then paid for his meal. Then, walking up to the waitress, he dug through his wallet for a solid fifteen seconds and pressed ten thousand dollars into her hand. "These aren't stolen, these are fully usable. I—recently came into a large windfall, but I was, I kid you not, diagnosed with Polio the day after." Sheriff smiled. "So, ah, thanks for breakfast. Watch for four teenagers, by the way, they're known killers after my money. One of the boys is very tall, about six feet. The other is very thin and a bit sickly. One of the girls has one blue eye and one brown eye and is always smiling. The last one is short and childlike with dark hair." He turned and quickly strode for the door. "Come on, guys; I expect not even we'd be able to afford to eat here in a week."
If I can't directly kill you, then at least I'll bring down your little game with me. Try and stay discrete with that, Florence!
Flick couldn't help but smile at Sheriff apparently simultaneously attempting to murder the economy and getting some information. Nice one... That's likely more money than that woman will see in her entire life, so there's no reason for her to not do as you asked, especially seeing as there is no obvious danger for her.
He stood up, then after paying for his meal said: "Well, I'm going to te speakeasy too then. There's not a whole lot Rock can do there alone anyways, and the longer we wait, the lower the chance of finding anything at all becomes. Are you coming?"
edited 2nd May '12 1:58:11 AM by neobullseye
Stuff happens. Post it here so we can laugh at you >=DAwkward silence holds the air.
Eh what else was I expecting.
Meeting adjourned, the group makes it's way down to the lobby, where Link recognizes them man they had been plotting to kill a minute before.
Let's just hope he doesn't throw down any large bonds. I want the pool of people left to shrink, and establishing humanity isn't helping this.
The group stops before him.
Now this is what my power is useful for.
Bet you didn't see that coming

Flick blinked. Rapidly, several times. "That... Are you serious?" There's so much wrong with that... Meh, Let's just go with it for now. "First of all, I have no idea. Second, I don't even have anything to go by. Even trained dogs need some kind of item to know what they're searching for."
Stuff happens. Post it here so we can laugh at you >=D