Re: MORITURI TE SALUTANT!! [S!4]
10-01-2012, 10:16 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Solaris.
After his (or rather his future self's) Plan A had spectacularly failed, Chad immediately got to work on Plan B. As time fucked around a little, readjusting itself to accommodate whatever reality it wanted, and as he lost the damn diamond to the fucking snake that had come out of almost no where, Plan B went through a few variations, but they stayed along the same line of thought.
But now, Chad was on Plan C. The plan did not deviate from the previous iteration due to how the streamlined timelines affected him so much as because of how they affected the other person that Chad had now regretfully chosen as a partner.
If I leave him here like that he's not only going to die, he's going to die stupid. If it was any other time, I'd love to let that happen, but between his curious, suicidal ass and the snake, I'd rather he be the one to stick around. In the previous iterations of the plan, Chad was just going to tell Sam to run and assume that would be enough, the fact that he was now naked would likely lead to a number of uncomfortable, silly, awkward, or stupid situations that Chad refused to be a part of.
With a sigh, Chad knocked the naked Sam out, to save on the large number of excuses and explanations he would have to do otherwise, and lifted her over his right shoulder, in the designated unconscious dame position.
As Varljiv was still adjusting to his new position, Chad lifted his left arm up, summoned a column of fire around the flickering snake, and absorbed some of the energy still in the air. With the diamond, the snake officially passed the "too dangerous to live" threshold, and after making sure that his dame that was a dude was safe and preferably closer to his original packaging, Chad would have to come back for some snake stomping.
But for now, he had to take things one step at a time.
Using the absorbed energy, Chad slowed time down to a crawl. Alright, first things first, making him fucking decent. Chad and the unconscious Sam sped through the manor in search of the clothing of latter, wherever or whenever it was...
<font color="#582C1E">Meanwhile, Jamie Knight was dealing with her own problems. For one thing, she was a bit confused on what had just happened, she was talking to someone right? Someone who was or wasn't a ghost and now was gone? Even for the teen sleuth this was a bit confusing. It didn't help that regardless of why she was in the room, how long she would be was not fully dependent on her.
"I've finally got ya, bitch."
The young detective had gotten out of many pickles, but she feared that she wouldn't get out of this one so easily. Still, the skeptic solver of mysteries kept her composure as best she could against the barrel of Bo Blackwell's gun.
"Ya know, I made a deal with someone, who put it in my head that I'd need him to take you out, looks like he was dead wrong huh?"
As Bo ranted on Jamie looked around the room, trying to find something, anything that could get her out of this, but there were no conveniently placed suspended things or an incendiary, or anything else that she could use to make a sweet, sweet escape. She began to shake a little, slowly fearing the inevitable.
"Keep yer hands up! Now... where wuz I?" The gang leader rubbed his chin with his free hand before shrugging, "Eh, it don't matter, fer you it'll all be the same. I'm gunna kill you here and now, then I'll kill that Apollo freak, and then I'll take all of this joints treasure for my own self. I gotta thank ya fer that last one!" The thug licked his lips at his vengeance so close at hand, "So," he savored the word, "Any last words?"
Jamie only closed her eyes, bit her lip, and closed her hands tightly, her nails digging into her skin. She was shaking, but she did not cry or say a word.
As Bo readied the trigger, he felt something akin to a warm wind, coming from behind. He ignored it and aimed at the young Ms. Knight. Then there was a bang.
Although, to be honest, it was more like a crash. The door behind Bo burst open, and he was suddenly knocked aside and knocked out, his gun falling to the floor harmlessly. Jamie looked down and opened one of her eyes, then, when she didn't see blood, opened the other and made sure she was in one piece. After the teen sleuth confirmed her continued life, she looked up to see a young man wearing sunglasses, with red hair and an odd glove carrying a naked woman over his shoulder.
Oh, so that's where he got off to. Chad kicked the unconscious body of Blackwell, Whole lotta good you did me, and then dropped Sam on to the floor. He turned to the flustered Knight and handed her a bundle of clothes.
"Dress them, tie him up, stay here."
Confident that the oh-so-smart Jamie Knight (what other girl would be stupid enough to wander these halls) was capable of listening to basic human speech, Chad left the two alone, now on the hunt for his more difficult problem. Setting the building on fire, as satisfying as that would be after all this shit, isn't likely to kill the snake as-it-is-now before one of the other idiots. If I just leave him alone he'll probably kill one of them, and I'll have to deal with him <i>longer. So that means that of course, I have to stomp him out personally.</i>
As Chad weaved through the Shrewdish Manor, on the hunt for Varljiv, he sighed. Joy.</font>
After his (or rather his future self's) Plan A had spectacularly failed, Chad immediately got to work on Plan B. As time fucked around a little, readjusting itself to accommodate whatever reality it wanted, and as he lost the damn diamond to the fucking snake that had come out of almost no where, Plan B went through a few variations, but they stayed along the same line of thought.
But now, Chad was on Plan C. The plan did not deviate from the previous iteration due to how the streamlined timelines affected him so much as because of how they affected the other person that Chad had now regretfully chosen as a partner.
If I leave him here like that he's not only going to die, he's going to die stupid. If it was any other time, I'd love to let that happen, but between his curious, suicidal ass and the snake, I'd rather he be the one to stick around. In the previous iterations of the plan, Chad was just going to tell Sam to run and assume that would be enough, the fact that he was now naked would likely lead to a number of uncomfortable, silly, awkward, or stupid situations that Chad refused to be a part of.
With a sigh, Chad knocked the naked Sam out, to save on the large number of excuses and explanations he would have to do otherwise, and lifted her over his right shoulder, in the designated unconscious dame position.
As Varljiv was still adjusting to his new position, Chad lifted his left arm up, summoned a column of fire around the flickering snake, and absorbed some of the energy still in the air. With the diamond, the snake officially passed the "too dangerous to live" threshold, and after making sure that his dame that was a dude was safe and preferably closer to his original packaging, Chad would have to come back for some snake stomping.
But for now, he had to take things one step at a time.
Using the absorbed energy, Chad slowed time down to a crawl. Alright, first things first, making him fucking decent. Chad and the unconscious Sam sped through the manor in search of the clothing of latter, wherever or whenever it was...
<font color="#582C1E">Meanwhile, Jamie Knight was dealing with her own problems. For one thing, she was a bit confused on what had just happened, she was talking to someone right? Someone who was or wasn't a ghost and now was gone? Even for the teen sleuth this was a bit confusing. It didn't help that regardless of why she was in the room, how long she would be was not fully dependent on her.
"I've finally got ya, bitch."
The young detective had gotten out of many pickles, but she feared that she wouldn't get out of this one so easily. Still, the skeptic solver of mysteries kept her composure as best she could against the barrel of Bo Blackwell's gun.
"Ya know, I made a deal with someone, who put it in my head that I'd need him to take you out, looks like he was dead wrong huh?"
As Bo ranted on Jamie looked around the room, trying to find something, anything that could get her out of this, but there were no conveniently placed suspended things or an incendiary, or anything else that she could use to make a sweet, sweet escape. She began to shake a little, slowly fearing the inevitable.
"Keep yer hands up! Now... where wuz I?" The gang leader rubbed his chin with his free hand before shrugging, "Eh, it don't matter, fer you it'll all be the same. I'm gunna kill you here and now, then I'll kill that Apollo freak, and then I'll take all of this joints treasure for my own self. I gotta thank ya fer that last one!" The thug licked his lips at his vengeance so close at hand, "So," he savored the word, "Any last words?"
Jamie only closed her eyes, bit her lip, and closed her hands tightly, her nails digging into her skin. She was shaking, but she did not cry or say a word.
As Bo readied the trigger, he felt something akin to a warm wind, coming from behind. He ignored it and aimed at the young Ms. Knight. Then there was a bang.
Although, to be honest, it was more like a crash. The door behind Bo burst open, and he was suddenly knocked aside and knocked out, his gun falling to the floor harmlessly. Jamie looked down and opened one of her eyes, then, when she didn't see blood, opened the other and made sure she was in one piece. After the teen sleuth confirmed her continued life, she looked up to see a young man wearing sunglasses, with red hair and an odd glove carrying a naked woman over his shoulder.
Oh, so that's where he got off to. Chad kicked the unconscious body of Blackwell, Whole lotta good you did me, and then dropped Sam on to the floor. He turned to the flustered Knight and handed her a bundle of clothes.
"Dress them, tie him up, stay here."
Confident that the oh-so-smart Jamie Knight (what other girl would be stupid enough to wander these halls) was capable of listening to basic human speech, Chad left the two alone, now on the hunt for his more difficult problem. Setting the building on fire, as satisfying as that would be after all this shit, isn't likely to kill the snake as-it-is-now before one of the other idiots. If I just leave him alone he'll probably kill one of them, and I'll have to deal with him <i>longer. So that means that of course, I have to stomp him out personally.</i>
As Chad weaved through the Shrewdish Manor, on the hunt for Varljiv, he sighed. Joy.</font>