Six: -to Omar- Essentially.
I'll give out the news we all want to hear first. Artorias has been dealt with. He is being shipped off to prison for three years. While a five month sentence was available if he paid off all of the collateral damage fines, in a very smart move, he chose the extended sentence.
I've paid the collateral damage fines out of pocket.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."(@???) Squall: ~looks up from the pile of papers~ Lost? ... Please take a seat. How come?
(@Hector) The King In Yellow: Gotcha. Will do then. And... good luck there.
With that he leaves.
(@Six) No Name: So you've paid the fee and he's still locked for long. Care to elaborate?
Speaking of Arty. after a while he finds himself in the vehicle carrying him off to jail. The APC's interior is completely empty - even two drivers are isolated from him without even a looking window. Which may be for the best. Yellow slime seeps from a tiny gap in the ceiling, forming a puddle of sludge. The sludge sprouts eyes, then becomes a teen in casual yellow clothes. He seems eager to help, and even though Artorias can't move, he can talk.
edited 12th Jan '17 6:51:12 PM by TheRiddleOfCards
Six: -to Suzu- Which is why I supplemented it with my personal income.
Just to cap this off, apparently Artorias was fully aware that he had some form of "corruption" that would cause him to ape out like he currently did. The only one of us he told was a doctor that I believe was with us earlier, and she apparently did something that made him confident he would not have to worry about it, so he took no effort to make even basic contingency plans.
-You can finally hear an emotion come from this biological automaton-
-Disgust-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."(@???) Squall: Hm. Haven't heard of this place, even though if there's one, by all accounts I should have. ... ~gives the visitor an assessing glare~ How did you end up here in the first place?
(@Six) No Name: Hm. Can't make him any better or worse in my eyes anymore. But what do you suggest now that everything's done?
(@Artorias) Hastur: Isn't that obvious? Trying to get you out of here. Some of us have decided that the prison ain't a place for you. You've suffered enough and can get your penalty somewhere else.
As he speaks, yellow fleshy mold starts spreading from Hastur's feet, covering walls and encrusting them at weak joints, burrowing in and analyzing the vehicle.
@Hastur: And where would that be, hm? I have no where to go, I'm a wanted person now, and I can't go back to you guys. If you want me to be free, then I'll earn that freedom by my time spent in prison. I've lived thousands of years. Three more is little to me. Please, let me be.
edited 12th Jan '17 7:06:38 PM by LightningLancer
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.-For probably the third time, since Azzie's movie and the photograph-
-Six outwardly displays emotion-
-And that emotion is immediate regret as he realizes that the point he was trying to make about avoiding being a domineering individual has been completely and utterly negated by the fact he resolved to pay a debt that everybody combined wouldn't be able to afford-
edited 12th Jan '17 7:12:51 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."(@???) Squall: ... Hm. ~puts a stack of papers into a folder and gets another one~ Probably another Time Compression remnant. But that doesn't matter too much. Care to tell me about yourself?
(@Six) No Name: That doesn't sound like a plan. Especially since he has chosen to rot there for all those years himself. Why should we?
(@Artorias) Hastur: There's a place where you're needed. Where you'll be able to repent and do something, the place of which Jeremiah has told me. Your home.
The whole room is yellow now, a layer of pulsing xanthous meat-lichen.

Omar: You mean when one man attempted to kill us all for seemingly no reason.
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