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Post by randomwriter on Jul 28, 2016 19:00:32 GMT
>Go with Frankie, ask Jane exactly what's up, and so on:
>Say hi to Maclarren again, and introduce your self as a buddy of Frankie's.
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NeoTTolemo
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Post by NeoTTolemo on Jul 28, 2016 19:34:50 GMT
Acolyte: Be Sister Embers.
Sister Embers: Show us how you blew your cover.
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Post by Curris on Jul 29, 2016 4:07:41 GMT
Let's be Jamie. I bet you're super impatient for those rubes to put your lenses on the tower, eh? I bet you're keeping close tabs on them.
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Post by smuchmuch on Jul 31, 2016 14:14:53 GMT
Acolyte: Be Sister Embers. Sister Embers: Show us how you blew your cover. Yes, it's not like McLarren or Rick who are standing riiight behind Jane, could ever recognize or give description of her with subbtle clues like OBVIOUS GLOWING RED EYES that, I swear to Algareth, no one ever seems to comment on. Seriously what up with that, is it common for pople who do a lot of magic because beyond the late brother Flamme and sister Embers we haven't seen anyone with those (maybe that truth mage, that would explain the blinfold...) ? |
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Post by tailortf on Aug 1, 2016 9:29:24 GMT
==>
Acolyte: Oh jeez, that doesn't sound good.
Acolyte: What do we do?
Frankie: Well, I don't know what you're doing, but I'm gonna go see what's up.
Frankie: You can come along if you want, not like anyone knows it's you yet.
Acolyte: I guess I could.
Acolyte: Would it be suspicious to come?
Acolyte: Would it be more suspicious to not come?
Frankie: Relax, dude, it'll be fun.
Frankie: For me.
Frankie: And if you get caught, not at all for you.
>Grab the cooking oil. It really enhances fires!
Uhh...alright. Jeez, you sure have a lot of stuff now.
You're not against it or anything - carrying a lot of stuff is the entire purpose of a bag of holding - but you really hope you'll at least use most of it eventually.
>Go with Frankie.
Jane: Sir, with all due respect, isn't calling an alert like this too extreme?
Jane: Why would someone break into the tower in the middle of the day?
Jane: To steal the newest issue of "Eye on Veriton" from the break room?
Jane: It's probably just a bunch of drunk citizens from the festival.
MacLarren: Look, Jane, I know this particular intruder and she isn't exactly big on light reading.
MacLarren: Just make the announcement and I'll deal with everything else.
==>
Jane: Alright, guys, listen up.
Jane: First order of business: where the hell is everyone?
Jane: This floor is supposed to have like 50 purplecoats working on it.
Jane: Emergency warnings aren't just suggestions, people.
Bluehair: Well, I know Milo and Kirk have been out on that thing for like a week now.
Bluehair: Geoff's busy with his stand.
Bluehair: And I think everyone else is just out about town partying.
Jane: Great.
Jane: Well, for the rest of you, captain MacLarren here will be giving the orders for the duration of the alert.
MacLarren: Thanks, Jane.
MacLarren: Alright, we are dealing with a powerful magician with decades of experience.
MacLarren: So the most important thing I can tell you is avoid confrontation at all costs.
MacLarren: I know you guys are big on magic, but trust me, you can't take her.
MacLarren: Let's just focus on establishing her location for now.
MacLarren: Now, Jane's already contacted tower security and they're currently maintaining an anti-magic field around the whole place, so she can't portalwalk out.
MacLarren: Meaning if we look hard enough, we'll find her eventually.
MacLarren: So I want everyone split off into groups of two.
MacLarren: We'll be patrolling the tower in pairs, starting from this floor and heading up.
MacLarren: This ought to give us the best chance of catching her if she's hiding out somewhere.
>Say hi to MacLarren again.
Acolyte: Uhh...hello, sir.
Acolyte: I'm new here.
MacLarren: Oh yeah, you're the guy from the bar.
MacLarren: How's life?
Acolyte: Well, um, yeah.
Acolyte: Anyway, I was thinking that maybe I could go with Frankie-
Acolyte: Er, Francine, and check out some floors higher up?
Acolyte: In case she already went up that high?
MacLarren: Hmm.
MacLarren: Francine, what do you make of this guy?
MacLarren: You wanna go with him?
Frankie: Oh, yeah, yeah, sure, sounds fun.
Frankie: What were we talking about?
MacLarren: Well, that settles it, I suppose.
MacLarren: You two crazy kids have fun.
==>
MacLarren: Oh, and, uh, buddy?
MacLarren: I hope you don't think I'm stupid.
Acolyte: ...sir?
MacLarren: I saw you in the crowd with Embers.
MacLarren: I may only have one eye, but it's always watching.
MacLarren: Now, I'm not gonna arrest you now because you seem like a nice kid and Francine picks her company okay.
MacLarren: But I want to make it clear - this isn't me letting you go.
MacLarren: There's no way out but through me.
MacLarren: I'm just giving you a head start.
MacLarren: Remember that.
MacLarren: Oh, and when you meet Embers?
MacLarren: Tell her that she just lost her last chance.
MacLarren: It's back on.
Acolyte: U-u-uh...o-okay.
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MacLarren: Alright, you guys keep your eyes peeled.
MacLarren: Francine, you see anything, you call me straight away, alright?
MacLarren: Don't be a hero.
Frankie: Alright, dad, jeez.
Frankie: Why do you care so bad what happens to me, MacLarren?
MacLarren: Because I want you to be okay is all.
MacLarren: Well, that, and your mother would cut off my pension if she found out I let anything happen to you.
Frankie: Ha!
Frankie: You greedy old bastard, you.
MacLarren: Yeah, yeah, you got me.
MacLarren: I'll see you around.
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Acolyte: Thanks for coming along with me, Frankie.
Acolyte: I really appreciate it.
Frankie: Yeah, well, don't expect me to help, alright?
Frankie: Not my fault your friend-
Acolyte: -acquaintance-
Frankie: -got caught.
Acolyte: I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner, honestly.
Acolyte: She's got those huge super-obvious red eyes and all.
Frankie: No kidding.
Frankie: What's the deal with those anyway?
Acolyte: I don't know, I always thought it'd be too personal of a question to ask.
Acolyte: I guess they're some super rare magic thing.
Acolyte: Never seen anyone else with them.
Acolyte: Well, except for one guy, but I think he's dead now.
Acolyte: I thought you'd know, what with being magic and all.
Frankie: Eh, I'm not super into magic, I just learned a few spells to heal minor bruises and hangovers.
Frankie: And anyway, there's a lot of weird shit in the world, y'know?
Frankie: It's hard to care about all of it.
Frankie: We've got golems, elevators, portable scryers, electricity...
Frankie: How does any of that stuff work? We just don't know.
Frankie: So I figure there are gonna be a few glowy-eyed people out there.
Frankie: Personally, I'd just stay away on the off chance they're sensitive about it.
==>
Frankie: Alright, here we are, floor 20-something.
Frankie: Good luck, man.
Acolyte: What if someone asks me for an ID?
Frankie: Nah, there's no one here, this whole floor is a storage lockup.
Frankie: You'll be fine.
Frankie: I'ma go find a nice corner and drink the rest of this horrible sort-of-alcohol.
Frankie: See ya.
==>
Huh. No sign of Sister Embers. Maybe you were too hasty to come up here? Who knows where she could be.
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Sister Embers: Other people on this floor. Building schematics. Intruder alert protocol. Now.
Sister Embers: Talk or die.
Acolyte: S-Sister Embers!
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Sister Embers: Oh, acolyte, it's only you.
Sister Embers: Nevermind, you do not have to tell me any of those things.
Sister Embers: You probably wouldn't even know them when it comes to our cult.
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Acolyte: You're okay!
Sister Embers: Quite.
Sister Embers: You, however, have been struck in the back with considerable force.
Sister Embers: And yet you are still standing.
Acolyte: Oh, yeah, it's no big deal.
Acolyte: My sister used to do that kind of stuff to me all the time when I was a kid.
Acolyte: How did you get caught?
Acolyte: You're always so careful.
Sister Embers: I assure you, this came through no fault of mine.
Sister Embers: I suppose I can inform you of my actions while I recolor my robes.
Sister Embers: Not having to wear these ridiculous disguises anymore is one plus of the mission being compromised.
Sister Embers: Now then.
==>
Sister Embers: After our separation, I decided to join the other members of the Church in the local cafeterium for the daily briefing.
Sister Embers: Sadly, this effort to gain information proved fruitless.
Sister Embers: Mostly through the complete incompetence of the overall presentation.
==>
Redhair: "And, of course, I urge everyone to exercise..."
Redhair: ...Restraint?
Redhair: ...Regularity?
Redhair: ...Righteousness?
Redhair: I can't read this word at all.
John: But you wrote this speech yourself.
Redhair: Yeah, I think I was, like, half-asleep at the time.
Redhair: My handwriting is terrible.
John: Maybe you need glasses.
John: You keep complaining that you can't read stuff.
Redhair: Well, yeah, but this is handwriting.
Redhair: I'm pretty sure glasses don't help with reading bad handwriting.
John: Magic glasses might.
>Be Sister Embers.
Sister Embers: Incredible.
Sister Embers: I have been listening to briefings since I was 3.
Sister Embers: This may, in fact, be the worst one I've ever heard.
Frankie: Eh, Annie...tries.
Frankie: It's not her fault.
Frankie: She's pretty overworked.
Sister Embers: That is no excuse for such a hideous briefing.
Sister Embers: Also, what are you even doing here?
Sister Embers: From prior context I had assumed you were merely pretending to be a member of the Church to scam others.
Frankie: Okay, first of all: wow, look who's talking.
Frankie: Secondly: I am still a member of the Church.
Frankie: I just like to earn some cash on the side sometimes.
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Redhair: Okay, while I try and make this out, let's give a hand for our two visitors from Stonekey - Rick Verdant and Marty Jones.
Redhair: Here to apparently deliver "news of extreme importance".
Redhair: They're also the sole official members of the Church in their hometown.
Redhair: Great job, you guys.
==>
Redhair: Ugh, forget it.
Redhair: This paper is useless.
Redhair: I'm ready to get this briefing over with and go enjoy the festival.
Redhair: I guess let's do a Test of Faith just in case.
Redhair: John?
John: On it.
John: Really could've used a smaller room, though.
John: I'm gonna get a huge headache stretching this spell over the entire cafeteria.
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Sister Embers: Bah.
Sister Embers: I have always considered the Test of Faith to be a completely pointless spell.
Sister Embers: Faith is not something that can be objectively measured and determined by spellcasting.
Sister Embers: It is a far more complex thing, shown only by the actions of the individual in the long term.
Frankie: Yeah, I'm sure it's real easy to complain when you FAILED.
Frankie: Nice red, bro! Wearing that to the prom?
Sister Embers: I do not have plans to attend this prom you speak of.
==>
Redhair: Oh great, we've got a negative.
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Post by ProfessorLizzard on Aug 1, 2016 10:15:28 GMT
>Argue that the spell is faulty
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Post by NeoTTolemo on Aug 1, 2016 11:25:37 GMT
Throw glasses at Redhair to cause a distraction!
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Post by smuchmuch on Aug 1, 2016 15:40:40 GMT
Acolyte:
> ... I think given the circumstances you can afford a muttered: "The person who was supposed to teach them to me never did"
>That said, you do know a few things from what you've been listening. About 9 (Supervisor and assistant, 5 moving, 2 on a 'project', one in the magic object stand) purple coats, the rest is in town, they'll patrol in pair, floor 18 first then up. MacLarren's here too and guarding the exit and he knows about both of you. The tower is surrounded by a antimagic field to prevent portaling.
>Also does color changing spell work on hair and skinn ? They are loking for a woman with 'tan complexion and red eyes", so you know for future infiltration purposes, slapp a color changing spell or two and some dark glasses over thoes eyesight might be a good idea.
Ember (flashback):
>You know, some people could bluff their way out of this by saying they had indeed /lost faith after some sob story (dying sick child is a favorite) and came to the festival to regain inspiration in what they once believed in. ... Of course these people wouldn't be you. Fire magic !
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Post by grubleafeater on Aug 1, 2016 18:21:16 GMT
>Past!Ember: Panic, set everyone but Frankie's hair on fire.
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Post by sirblizz98 on Aug 1, 2016 19:56:03 GMT
>Bring on the Pew-Pew and Fwoosh-Fwoosh.
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Post by randomwriter on Aug 1, 2016 22:31:20 GMT
>Counter them, philosophically with questions about Faith.
>What is faith, in fact? Is it a tangible ideal, or a state of mind?
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Post by Confused on Aug 2, 2016 3:45:36 GMT
How does Embers score a negative faith? She hasn't shown the slightest amount of doubt for her cause.
She does however only do red. Maybe she messed with the aura?
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Post by grubleafeater on Aug 2, 2016 17:43:01 GMT
How does Embers score a negative faith? She hasn't shown the slightest amount of doubt for her cause. She does however only do red. Maybe she messed with the aura? For HER cause. I assume it's specific faith rather than any ol faith. |
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Post by Curris on Aug 4, 2016 0:22:30 GMT
Ask them to do it again. You know, what a fluke?
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Post by tailortf on Aug 5, 2016 5:57:05 GMT
>Argue that the spell is faulty. Sister Embers: Nonsense.
Sister Embers: I am as faithful as anyone.
Sister Embers: The spell must have not worked correctly.
Sister Embers: The Test of Truth is a very error-prone spell, as I have just been discussing with my friend here.Frankie: Yo, I am not gonna be a part of this.Redhair: Well, I'm sorry, but this is the best test we have.
Redhair: And it is usually pretty accurate.
Redhair: I'm sad to tell you this, but you do not have faith.
Redhair: In the word of Truth, I mean.
Redhair: John's spell is only calibrated to our faith, naturally.
Redhair: You could have faith in something else, I guess.>Fire magic! Sister Embers: No, of course not.
Sister Embers: The very idea is ridiculous.
Sister Embers: Ha. Ha.Redhair: Yeah, sorry.
Redhair: Anyway, you know what I have to do now, of course.Rick: Yeah, what we have to do now.Sister Embers: Naturally.
Sister Embers: It is only your job.
Sister Embers: And I see no harm coming to me from this.==> Redhair: Great!
Redhair: Our next meeting will be here on Saturday, somewhere around six-ish in the evening.
Redhair: I can give you my scrying frequency if you need to ask me about anything later.Rick: What?Sister Embers: Pardon?==> Redhair: Yeah, our support group for people losing faith.
Redhair: We have weekly sessions.
Redhair: Here you go.
Redhair: As head of this floor, it's my job to give you this pamphlet, but you don't have to come or anything.
Redhair: Though we'd love to keep you on the team.Sister Embers: ...very well. I suppose I shall consider it.Redhair: Fantastic!==> Rick: Uh...sorry, maybe I got something wrong.
Rick: When are you going to tell this lady to get out?Redhair: Why would I do that?Rick: Well...she's unfaithful.
Rick: So...she can't be part of the Church anymore, right?
Rick: It makes sense.Redhair: What? No.
Redhair: Why would you kick someone out just because they lost their faith?
Redhair: They shouldn't be punished for something like that.Rick: ...I don't follow.Redhair: Look, people who lost their faith aren't bad, they're just like us.
Redhair: And with a little support and advice, they can get it back.Rick: So...why are we the ones who have to do all that stuff?Redhair: Just...just go say something nice to that lady, alright?
Redhair: You Stonekey folks sure have some funny ideas.==> Rick: So...hello.
Rick: You're losing your faith, huh?
Rick: That must...suck.Sister Embers: Indeed.
Sister Embers: And I do not need you here exacerbating my situation.Rick: ...I'm not sure what that word means, but I just wanted to say something encouraging, y'know?Sister Embers: Yes.
Sister Embers: You may begin encouraging me by ending this conversation and going away.Rick: Okay, how about this.
Rick: I'm gonna show you something.==> Rick: Check it out.Sister Embers: A standard issue amulet of Truth.
Sister Embers: Yes, I also have one.
Sister Embers: They are easily purchasable at any of your numerous locations.Rick: Well, no, I actually made this one myself since we didn't have the Chuch in Stonekey before.
Rick: Glued some paper to a blue marble.
Rick: But my point is, wearing these amulets and being in this tower means that we are guardians of Truth.
Rick: We live to bring light and joy to the rest of the world and to protect the innocent.
Rick: And we have the privilege of knowing that what we believe in is just and true.
Rick: We never need to doubt anything we believe, not even for a second.
Rick: I think that's amazing.
Rick: And I really hope you don't decide to just throw all that away.==> Sister Embers: Hmm.
Sister Embers: Fascinating what kind of things one can attach meaning to.Rick: Yeah.
Rick: Oh no, your glasses!
Rick: I'll go ahead and get them for you.==> Rick: Here you are.
Rick: Though I'm not sure what you need these for.
Rick: Seeing as it's not...too...sunny...to...==> Sister Embers: Yes, well, they weren't my idea.
Sister Embers: I'm quite enthusiastic to get rid of them, in fact.
Sister Embers: Thank you for making me get a closer look at your amulet so they would accidentally remove themselves from my face.==> Sister Embers: As a matter of fact, why don't you keep them?
Sister Embers: As a reminder of our conversation.
Sister Embers: And one day you will be able to have physical proof that you have met someone truly great.==> Jones: Oh boy.
Jones: Here we go.==> Sister Embers: Now then, I must go.
Sister Embers: I'm certain I have business to attend to elsewhere.
Sister Embers: While our conversation certainly was...something, I believe I shall now-==> ==> Rick: YOU.
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Post by ProfessorLizzard on Aug 5, 2016 11:56:28 GMT
>Yes? Finish your sentence, please.
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Post by randomwriter on Aug 5, 2016 13:36:41 GMT
>Excuse you, simply because my eyes are odd does not mean anything. That's highly offensive towards degenerates.
>Whisper to him: seriously kid, even mclarren had some class
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Post by NeoTTolemo on Aug 5, 2016 14:01:28 GMT
Ask for your glasses back.
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Post by Superficial on Aug 5, 2016 18:53:43 GMT
> Time to do the flamey thing.
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Post by grubleafeater on Aug 5, 2016 20:02:45 GMT
>Okay, THIS is the part where you set everyone except Frankie's hair on fire.
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Post by wolftamer9 on Aug 7, 2016 1:59:45 GMT
> *In a Joan Jett voice* "Yeah, me!"
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Post by tailortf on Aug 9, 2016 16:09:10 GMT
==>
Rick: BEHOLD!
Rick: THIS is what we came here to warn you all about!
Rick: Heretics!
Rick: Inside the Church!
Rick: Corrupting it from within!
>Excuse you, my eyes being odd doesn't mean anything.
Sister Embers: That is absolutely ridiculous.
Sister Embers: You are attempting to begin a witch hunt towards me simply because of my unusual features?
Sister Embers: I am not well versed in social circles, but I know that discrimination like that is highly offensive.
Sister Embers: As such, I must now be offended.
Sister Embers: I demand a full written apology, and also-
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Rick: NO!
Rick: Shut up!
Rick: You are done talking!
Rick: You will NOT use your big words to get out of this!
Rick: I hate you people.
Rick: Always thinking that just because you know longer words than me, you can get away with anything.
Rick: Well NOT ANYMORE!
Rick: From now on, no one will ever use big fancy words to outsmart Rick-
Sister Embers: Yes, yes, very well.
>Do the firey thing!
Sister Embers: In that case, I shall leave.
Sister Embers: Seeing as you cannot provide a proper debate.
Rick: Wh-
Rick: That's not how this works!
Rick: I caught you!
Rick: You can't just leave!
Sister Embers: Hmm, no.
Sister Embers: I do believe I can.
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Frankie: Jeez, dude, that was rough.
Frankie: Are you okay?
Rick: Doesn't matter!
Rick: There's stuff to do!
Rick: Okay, you guys deal with the fire.
Rick: Jones, Hal, let's go.
Rick: We've got ourselves a heretic to catch.
Jones: ...no.
Jones: We really, REALLY don't.
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Rick: What?! Oh come on!
Rick: That was totally the lady from that alley!
Rick: Did you see her eyes?!
Jones: Yeah, dude, I saw the eyes.
Jones: My point is, we came here to tell people about the cultist activity in our town.
Jones: We did that.
Jones: Our job here is done.
Rick: But...but who's going to catch the heretic?
Jones: This tower's got like a thousand people living in it, bro.
Jones: I think it'll be fine.
Jones: We don't have to be the heroes EVERY day, y'know?
Jones: Other people can handle it for us, right?
Redhair: What?
Redhair: Oh, y-yes, of course.
Redhair: I'll send an intruder alert to security as soon as we put out this fire.
Jones: Yeah, there you go, see?
Jones: Problem solved.
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Jones: So, how are we gonna put this out?
Jones: Can we use water from the waterfalls?
Redhair: I dunno.
Redhair: That stuff is pretty expensive to pump in here.
Redhair: We'd have to be conservative with it.
Jones: Well, it's the best choice we've got unless someone knows any fire putting out spells.
Redhair: Do you?
Jones: No, I skipped that part of my textbook and memorized "Summon Small Animal" instead.
Jones: ...it's about as stupid as it sounds.
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MacLarren: Hey buddy, what's up?
MacLarren: Is the meeting over or what?
MacLarren: Hello?
MacLarren: ...ugh.
MacLarren: No respect from these new recruits.
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MacLarren: What the hell is going on here?
MacLarren: You guys having a barbecue with all this smoke?
Redhair: Captain!
Redhair: For your own protection, I implore you to join us behind the makeshift barricade!
MacLarren: Protection from what?
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Redhair: From, uh, him.
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MacLarren: Who is that guy and why is he beating on our firstfloors?
Redhair: Just some guy from Stonekey, I think.
Redhair: I don't know what happened!
Redhair: One minute it was just a regular meeting, but then everything caught on fire and he just went crazy!
Jones: ...yeah, this one was kinda my bad.
Jones: Rick's got kind of a temper.
Jones: If something sets him off, and I mean REALLY gets him mad, he just goes full "rip and tear" mode.
Jones: I guess I just got distracted and didn't notice him getting pissed.
Jones: Sorry, guys.
MacLarren: Jeez, what could get someone that mad?
Jones: Well, actually, if you're some captain guy, I think this might be interesting to you.
Jones: See, a couple of days ago we were out on patrol and-
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Acolyte: Hey, wait.
Acolyte: If you already left by then, how do you know what happened?
Frankie: Oh, that's me.
Frankie: I'm telling the story now.
Frankie: I stayed after the dude went bonkers for the inevitable beatdown.
Acolyte: I thought you left.
Acolyte: Right now, I mean.
Frankie: Nah, I ran out of booze.
Frankie: And I can't go back to my room since SOMEONE caused an intruder alert.
Frankie: Thanks for that, by the way.
Sister Embers: I do not see why you would thank me for such a thing.
Frankie: Right.
Frankie: Anyway, any other questions?
Acolyte: Oh, no.
Acolyte: Keep going!
Frankie: Alright.
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MacLarren: Okay, well, you were definitely right to come to me with this.
MacLarren: This is a pretty big deal.
MacLarren: Even if it DOES ruin my festival plans.
MacLarren: Dammit, Embers.
MacLarren: But we still can't have your friend over there tearing our cafeteria apart.
MacLarren: We gotta find some way to calm him down.
MacLarren: Could we maybe talk to him?
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John: D-don't come any closer!
John: You don't wanna see what I can do with this thing!
John: I have a lot of practice with mops!
John: I always get stuck with cleaning duty!
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Jones: I mean, I GUESS you could.
Jones: Like, in theory.
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Post by Curris on Aug 9, 2016 18:26:55 GMT
MacLarren. Give him the 'Evil Eye'.
That'll spook some calm into that boy's soul.
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Post by randomwriter on Aug 9, 2016 18:34:13 GMT
Maclarren, use your reputation!
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Post by sirblizz98 on Aug 10, 2016 7:37:03 GMT
>MacLarren: Use Force... of will.
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