Of Souls and Moon Daemons. [TOWN PLOT]

[Beans]

The group will find themselves in a white-tiled room. Racks with silvery-grey coats, similar in shape to those worn by traffic wardens (http://www.clarelibrary.ie/eolas/claremuseum/acquisitions/images/13-12-2006-054_medium.jpg), line the walls. The coats, as well as certain of the tiles, bear a simple but intimidating crescent moon symbol.
Well, here we are.
Arright, now anybody 'cept Ravik who can't pass off for someone under 18, they'd best be posing as patrol-guards. 'S as easy as putting on one of them coats, cos the patrollers is a ragtag bunch anyway.

[Recaiden]

Yeah, that might be a problem. Cle shrugs on a coat.
Where to next?
EDIT: Oh, right. She plays a little on the flute, which glows lightly and takes on the appearance of a younger girl.

[Durp]

Jack's tattoos writhe and flash green until he looks to be a 15-year old boy. His tattoos stop moving, and he cracks his neck.

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k Sage searches for one his size finds one and then slips it on

[Bergett]

Ravik arrives in armor looking something like this.
http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/oblivion/images/thumb/9/90/DaedricArmor.jpg/180px-DaedricArmor.jpg
Minus the helm though


Well I'm not here to look inconspicuous.
He closes his eyes for a moment.
His voice drops a bit he gets a little taller his skin gets redder and his eyes become black with red pupils.
Right where now?

[Beans]

Well, guardy, just sorta accompany your slaveys over to the northwest entrance of the manor 'ouse. Not too 'ard to find, it's only the second-ponciest-looking path leading to the place. Main path's the ponciest, o' course.

She turns to Ravik and grins.
Now, 'ere's where it gets fun. You drag me up there, nasty as can be, knock on the door, throw me to the ground for em-fa-siss, and demand to see the mistress.

[Durp]

Jack stabbed his spear into the pavement outside, remember? I'll just ignore that...

Jack turns to Sage.
Excuse me, would you mind beating me senseless?

[Recaiden]

Cle goes over to Sage and tries to look like a prisoner.

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No, not at all, unless you're just kidding

[Durp]

I'm not. Hit me a few times, so I look like a slave, please.

[Mee]

Well, Kwen comes flying out of the portal.
Then probably lands very ungracefully.
Okay, ow,
She mutters, rubbing the back of her head while sitting up.

[Beans]

Matchy blinks at Kwen.
Er... more 'elp, I guess? You'd best be wearing one 'o them guard-coats, 'nless you can look like a little girl.

[Recaiden]

Kwen! Here, have a guard coat. Cle tosses one to her.

[Bergett]

Right then.
Remember I take no pleasure in this.

He sees Kwen tumble in.
What the heck are you doing here?!

[Beans]

Matchy grins and gives Ravik a clanky pat on the nearest unspiked area of his armor.
I'd rather be with a nice bloke acting like a tosser than a tosser acting nice. Let's go.

[Mee]

He sees Kwen tumble in.
What the heck are you doing here?!
Well, my one friend in the town just running off and disappearing into a portal, without telling my anything, I decided to come ask what she's doing.


Kwen! Here, have a guard coat. Cle tosses one to her.

She catches it, and asks: Would possibly a cat draw slightly less attention? Besides, I'm not over 18.
(She somehow knows what she missed. I guess.)


Matchy blinks at Kwen.
Er... more 'elp, I guess? You'd best be wearing one 'o them guard-coats, 'nless you can look like a little girl.

No reply, as she's deaf.

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He attempts to starts softly punching him progressively hitting harder

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((I'm loving the accent Beans.))

[Durp]

Jack is smacked around until he looks fairly beaten up. He pats away the last punch and holds a hand up.
We're good.
He nods at Matchy and beckons for the guards and other slaves to follow him to the northwest entrance.

[Recaiden]

She's deaf, Matchy. Can't hear you.

[Bergett]

Well unless there's any objections lets get moving then.
He tries to grab Match by the scruff of her coat and drag her along.

Move it you worms![/demonic]

He starts moving towards where they need to go.

[Recaiden]

Cle shuffles along by Sage.

[Beans]

Matchy puts on a good show of struggling.

She is dragged up a path of white gravel, then across a miniature white-marble courtyard, then up some matching white-marble stairs.
Up to the door of a titanic, creamy-white manor house.

A slightly narrower path leads the others up to the less-grand northwest entrance of the manor house.

The lawns are of short, soft grass of a pale, lunar green color. There are rather nice topiaries of wolves, moths, and other moon-related creatures.

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Sage begins to walk to the entrance taking notes of unimportant features

[Mee]

Kwen turns into a small kitten, and hides in Cle's pocket.

Yup.

[Durp]

Jack follows whoever.

[Recaiden]

Not the most colorful place out here. Actually, let me rephrase that. This place is color hell.

[Bergett]

Ravik is dragging match then tosses her in front of the door.
He slams on the door a number of times.

[Beans]

Edits were made above.
More info time.
There are groups of patrol-guards and slaves moving about the place all over.

The sky is pale and overcast. If you like pastel colors, this place is heaven for you.

Crap, Ninja'd.
The door opens. A small boy, about 12, stands with wide, blank, glassy eyes. He is dressed in dove-grey... butler-type-clothes.
Good day, sir. His voice is blank as his eyes.

[Bergett]

Ravik keeps dragging Match than.
Glaring at any people that look at him.

EDIT: Ninja'd too...

Ravik looks down at the boy he barks at him in demonic.
Take me to your master now or I decorate the walls with your entrails.
I brought the required slave.

[Beans]

Just one moment, sir.
He scurries off, and is back in a few seconds. A trio of similarly-dressed and similarly-brainwashed young girls, holding a series of pole-borne fans in front of the oncoming figure, is there as well.
May I present her serenity, the honored Moon Daemon Silewe.
The fans are whipped out of the way to reveal...
http://public4.tektek.org/img/av/0906/d28/1406/89dc434.png
Okay, somewhat less formal than expected.
What in Gehenna do you wa---MATCHY!
With ferocious strength, she snatches up the girl, hugging her into a faceful of, shall we say, shirt. Matchy yelps in protest.
I'm so glad to see you, darling! I thought you'd been lost, or hurt, or---she notices Ravik, and coolly regards him as if she had not been gushing over a small Cockney girl half a second ago. Oh, yes. You. What do you want, then?

[Durp]

Jack starts to walk towards the Northwest entrance thing.

[Bergett]

Ravik gives a face of uncaring.
Do you know of the demon warlord zarcoth?[/demonic]

She may also notice the brand on the armor (if she knows) is one of a high ranking officer of Zarcoth's army.

[Recaiden]

Cle looks around to see if there's anywhere she could go without being noticed.

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Sage walks next to Jack toward the NW entrance

[Recaiden]

Cle, of course, follows Sage, eyes down.

[Beans]

She notices the copyrighted, trademarked, patented Zarcoth logo.
Zarcoth (TM) is a licensed trademark of Bergett. All rights reserved.
Oh, so Zarky's back to bother me again? What's he want this time, then?
Matchy is struggling to breathe, being bust'd to hell and back. (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MarshmallowHell)
It's clear why the northwest entrance was chosen for the entry, what with the lack of major security and the door being visibly loose.

[Bergett]

He wants to bargain for some of your slaves.
His work force has gotten a bit...
Thin.

[Durp]

Jack shoves the door open and walks inside.

[Beans]

Silewe's beautiful face takes on a sardonic smile; her glowy eye flashes.
Oh, poor Zarky. Coming back to ask me for slaves after that disagreement we had so long ago.
Matchy pulls away from the mammary nightmare, gasping for breath.
So, how many of my darlings does he want... and what's his end of this little bargain?

Servant-boys look alarmedly at Jack, but notice the guards behind him and return to their business. All the slaves here seem to have that same blank, glassy-eyed, brainwashed look about them; thus, it may occur to Jack that imitating it would be beneficial to his cover.

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Sage walks in behind Jack Thanks, :smalleek:.... you piece of trash!

[Durp]

He goes glossy eyed.
Where do we go now, Sir?

[Bergett]

Lets keep this a strict business standpoint.
He in return will provide one demon solider for every two slaves.
I'm sure some of our soldiers could provide some extra protection if necessary.
However other methods of payment are still open to negotiation.

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umm he looks around then he turns to Cle get in here

[Beans]

A serving-boy looks up at Sage, ignoring Jack entirely.
Where are you wishing to go, sir?

Silewe's glowy eye flickers once.
Sounds like a reasonable bargain.
But why would I need demon soldiers when my own have served me excellently for so long? What exactly would I be needing extra protection against?

[Bergett]

I was not told why.
Like I said other methods of payment are still available.

[Durp]

So indecisive... I should've been the guard...
He mutters to himself very softly, too softly to hear.

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Lets see,... he begins to think where he might want to go @ cle, kwen, and Jack Ideas?

[Mee]

@ cle, kwen, and Jack Ideas?

Ideas for what? I've been stuck in a pocket! Seriously, what do you expect me to see?

[Beans]

Hm.
I'll tell you what I need... fresh children.
My... conditioning processes have become very efficient. My normal supply lines are becoming somewhat insufficient, leaving me with quite a few slaves that I have nothing to do with yet.
How does this sound---I have a shipment of slaves sent to Zarky. He sends me back an amount of fresh children, an amount of equal value. Until the children arrive, I keep something... or someone... of his to ensure no treachery.

The serving-boy repeats his line as if he had not said it yet.

[Durp]

Try the room with the spirit person. We're meant to meet up with Match anyway.

[Bergett]

Agreed, and I take one of yours to ensure the deal.

He thinks for a moment.

That one.
He points at Match.

And for my part of the deal I will give you my dagger, which contains the souls of my platoon, and with it you could command them.
It will be your collateral.
Are we agreed?

[Recaiden]

Give her a threat?
How bulletproof is she?
Is it possible to just take the soul by force?

[Mee]

Give her a threat?
How bulletproof is she?
Is it possible to just take the soul by force?

What?


Try the room with the spirit person. We're meant to meet up with Match anyway.

Um . . . okay?
She tries to do this.
Stealthily.


((And please, could people slow down posting? And label who they're talking to?))

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@ servant boy : take us to Moon Daemon Silewe

[Beans]

Silewe@Ravik. Very well.
She releases Matchy, letting her drop to the floor---only to place a foot on the girl's back.
As soon as I have a demonstration proving that the dagger genuinely contains souls. Can't be letting you just give me a silly butter-knife and run off, can I?

Serving boy@Sage. Might you be looking for the mistress?

[Durp]

@Sage:NO THREATS. None. If she dies, Match dies too. A threat would be the most idiotic thing we could think of.

[Bergett]

@Silewe well of course.
But how may I do that?
As you can tell I do not have my soldiers with me.
so unless you have another method I could provide I do not think I can show you that.
I am no mage.

[Recaiden]

@Sage, KwenOkay, so we don't try to kill her. I doubt we can hold them all off, so we have to persuade her somehow. Let's get another slave to take us there, Sage, you are disguised as a guard.

[Beans]

@Sage. This way, sir.
The serving-boy leads the group down a hall toward the main foyer. They are joined by an actual guard with an actual captive kid.

@Rav. Then perhaps the platoon-dagger is not as effective as an insurance policy as you had thought.
Is there anything or anyone else to be used?

[Durp]

Jack glances over at the other captive kid. He clears his throat to see if this one is brainwashed yet.

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Sage follows noting details about where they are so he can find his way back

[Bergett]

@Silewe: I was a bit doubtful myself.
I don't know if I was allowed to divulge this information but...
I could provide some critical information on certain militaristic positions of Zarcoth.
Or perhaps the location of the for the sake of a better term, a back door into Zarcoth's realm.
What's your fancy?

[Mee]

@Sage, KwenOkay, so we don't try to kill her. I doubt we can hold them all off, so we have to persuade her somehow. Let's get another slave to take us there, Sage, you are disguised as a guard.

@Sage/Cle Mmmkay . . .
So, since it was ignored anyway, she's still in Cle's pocket.

[Recaiden]

@Kwen: Maybe stay in the pocket till we get there? Sorry.

[Beans]

The kid is not brainwashed, but isn't listening.

The serving-boy brings the group into the foyer, where Silewe and Rav are.

@Rav. Tempting... now, let me just consider---she notices the group, and the guard with the unbrainwashed kid brings him up to her.
S'cuse me, mistress, but this one's not been conditioned yet.
She lifts the boy by his collar with one hand (!) and brushes her silvery hair away from her glowy eye with the other.
So, my little one, you're still untamed, are you?
His head hangs.
Look at me, child.
Look at me. She grabs his hair and wrenches his face up to meet hers.
Her glowy eye, now revealed as the silvery, burning orb that it is, blazes blue-white. A hazy, misty blur is drawn from the child's face and into the object that now is revealed as her spirit-eye.
The child's face takes on the look of the brainwashed ones. Silewe puts him down, pats him on the head, and looks back at Ravik.
Sorry about that interruption. Where was I again?

[Mee]

@Kwen: Maybe stay in the pocket till we get there? Sorry.

Sure. I'll be quiet.
Oh, the pun.
I'll stay here.

[Durp]

@pretty much everyone on his side. So, we pretty much need to carve out that eye of hers...

[Bergett]

Ravik keeps his face stoic.
@Silewe
What kind of information on Zarcoth would you like?

[Beans]

@Rav. The backdoor into his realm, as you so eloquently put it.
She is currently pressing Matchy's face into the tiled floor. Muffled gasps and sobbing breaths are heard. If Silewe seemed at all affectionat when she first greeted her slave, that illusion is very much gone.

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Sage just walks around the edge of the room calmly and stops when he is behind Silewe

[Durp]

@sageDon't, I have an idea. Tell her I've not been conditioned...
He grits his teeth at Matchy's little breath things.

[Recaiden]

Cle tries to look like another slave while looking around for any other guards, or interesting things about.

[Bergett]

Ravik seems to have no concern for Match's situation.
@SileweIf you may provide me a map I can show you.
He states the area where it is.

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Sage walks back around to Jack and attempts to firmly guide him to Moon Daemon Silewe Mistress one more is also unconditioned

[Durp]

Jack snarls at Sage as he grabs him. He spits at Silewe's feet.

[Beans]

Silewe nods at Rav, then looks at Jack. Her spirit eye, it seems, is set in a metal socket where an eye would understandably go. It burns freezingly.
Well, aren't you a feisty little boy?
She grabs his face and pulls it close. The eye seems to prepare itself for the nomming of Jack's soul.

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Sage slips behind Silewe watching what is happening.

[Bergett]

Ravik goes to marking the map and if Silewe knows where the normal portal is the back door is nearby so the information (it is true) but it seems reliable.
Ravik looks up for a moment.
Damn it no...
He thinks.

[Durp]

A few things happen at once. Jack grins and grows to his normal size, so he is now slightly taller than her. His tattoos flame red hot, so she might be inclined to let go. He then attempts to grab her behind her head and plunge his hand into her metal eye, doing both some magicky stuff, and trying to rip it out.
Little?

[Recaiden]

Cle stiffens, read to drop the illusion around her if when this goes wrong.
Kwen, get ready. This doesn't look good.

[Beans]

Unfortunately for him, touching the eye---at least, at that moment---is like trying to make out with an electric fence. With the similar "blown back several meters" effect as well.

[Mee]

Cle stiffens, read to drop the illusion around her if when this goes wrong.
Kwen, get ready. This doesn't look good.

Uh huh, I'm ready. I guess.

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Sage looks around for a hard object

[Durp]

He is blown back. He manages to make a recovery and land on his feet.
How I wish I had a plan B...
He tenses up and shoots a lightning bolt at her.
Try to stay in character. I might've screwed this up for me, but you guys still have believable disguises.

[Bergett]

Ravik raises an eyebrow at Jack.
After marking the map.
@Silewe, Are we through here?

[Beans]

She ducks under the bolt, grabs Matchy, and pulls the old human-shield gimmick. Her other hand is wreathed in cold white fire. Her spirit eye blazes a searing, icy cold.
I suppose we are, in fact, "through" here. And with that, I cordially request that you wait until I sort this little matter out, at which point you can have your little bargaining chip.

[Bergett]

All right then.
Try not to hurt my collateral too much.

[Recaiden]

Cle shrieks and backs into a corner, pretending to still be a slave.

[Durp]

His hand stops coursing with lighting, and instead seems to be frosted with ice. His tattoos slither restlessly. He aims carefully, and fires a little ice knife at the ceiling and back wall, so that it will ricochet off of it and hopefully hit Silewe in the back of the knee.

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Sage backs up to the wall

[Beans]

There is now a shard of ice protruding from her leg.
Ouch. That was uncalled for.
You know what? Here. You'd make a cute couple. She shoves Matchy toward Jack. There is a BAMF (luls, Nightcrawler) of cold white light and Silewe is seemingly gone.

And a semi-crying, half-staggering, half-being-thrown Matchy is headed Jack's way.

[Durp]

Bam. Jack is now lying on his back holding a semi-crying Matchy.
Honestly, I expected worse.

[Bergett]

Ravik moves to try to catch Matchy as she was flying.
Sorry but I need this one.
I will take care of this insurgent.

Ravik walks over to Jack.
I will handle this insurgent I wish to get on my way.
He looks at Jack with soulless eyes.
You bow to me.
He says this last part in common.

[Recaiden]

I was expecting demonic possession at the least.
She looks at Matchy.
Can you make another portal back?

[Beans]

Since it seems Jack caught her first, that is who Matchy clings to, with her eyes all moisty and her face tear-streaked. Even if I could, Silewe's probably got it jammed by now.

From an old gramophone-speaker on the wall, Silewe's voice echoes.
Well, well, it does indeed seem that the jig is well and truly up.
I never did trust Zarky's forces anyway. Seems I was right.
A small silver bell tinkles horrifyingly.
Now, my darlings, to your duties.
Yes, mistress. A small troop, coming down each hallway, emerges.
A troop of brainwashed, fully-armed children.

[Durp]

Um, Ravik, I think she knows it's you.
He hoists her up and trots backward, only to see the adorable little death machines.
That's just plain old disturbing.

[Recaiden]

Well, that's creepy. Look at the pretty light, kids. She uses the flute again, as her illusion evaporates, and a hypnotizing pattern of colors should appear.
Of course, they are brainwashed.

[Bergett]

Yeah I didn't think I'd be able to keep it up anyway.
He says his voice returning to normal.
He pulls his sword off his back.
For the record that wasn't my idea.
I was just going to take the girl and leave, for the record that's actually a back way into Zarcoth's realm.
This WAS just going to be a in and out job but apparently not.
He says looking at Jack.

He sighs.
We have to fight CHILDREN? You have to be kidding me.
He holds up his sword ready to defend.

[Beans]

The kids keep coming, their shortswords and small pikes raised.

Matchy looks at them and swallows hard.
Bugger.

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Sage walks over toward the exit and can't believe all the little children and turns around Kay I wouldn't have ever expected that even in hell on town

[Bergett]

Ravik faces them sword ready looking for another way out.
Doesn't really matter at this point.

[Durp]

(( Deadtime. Back tomorrow. >.< ))
Jack throws really hard balls of ice at them. It will give them cuddly wuddly concussions, but not kill them.

[Recaiden]

Cle sighs and pulls out her knives.
She tries the other exits though.
((deadtime))

[Bergett]

((bah... deadtime....))

Ravik will try to find a way out too.

[Beans]

Ice-balls drop a few of them.

The exits are all blocked.

Matchy boots the sword out of one's hand, then knocks him to the ground.
Don't kill them! Just disarm them!
((Deadtime.))

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Sage runs over to matchy and ((deadtime)) follows her lead in the hope of getting out of here

[Durp]

Jack grunts in exertion and makes a large, wave-like ripple in the ground, headed towards an exit. He's attempting to send kids flying, but not kill them.

(( Posting now, waiting for everyone else. ))

[Bergett]

Ravik will yank pikes out of kid's hands and smack swords away from other kids with his while moving to the exit.

[Beans]

Les kids go flyings, dropping their weapons.
Creepily, children on the ground just sit there, repeating Mistress, mistress, mistress, mistress, mistress---over and over endlessly.

[Durp]

Jack winces at the kids.
That isn't right...

[Bergett]

Ravik keeps moving.
This is so sick...
Who would do this?

[Beans]

Silewe would.

[Durp]

Bitch. When do we kill her?

[Bergett]

We can't kill her, if we did all these children would die.
I would've had Match then we could go,
but SOMEONE had to go spoil the plan!
He says as he keeps moving.
How can we free yours and everyone else's soul Matchy?

[Beans]

We'll need her to give 'em up voluntar'ly. If we can get that eye outta 'er 'ead, that might be the bargaining chip we need. I can't think of anything else she values.

[Durp]

I know about the death thing! I thought I could take the eye and absorb it or something, then free the kids! It's not like we're in any danger.
He kicks a kid into another.
You think little Timmy here is gonna kill me?

[Beans]

A child nearly spears Matchy through the head. As it is, she escapes with just a scratch on her cheek.
Wot was you saying about not in any danger? The kid gets a classic kick in the balls.

[Durp]

Okay, i'm not in any danger.
He smacks a kid.
So what's the plan?

[Bergett]

Ravik continues to keep up incapacitating the children rather than killing them.
Where did Silewe even go?!

[Beans]

Bugger if I know. She's a tricky bitch.

[Durp]

Incapacitating them, then killing them?
Hm. Well, Match, you know her, where would she go? And please don't say the moon...
(( Watching a movie anyway. ))

[Bergett]

Any idea where her private sanctuary is or something?

((ehh deadtime...))

EDIT: err that's suppossed to be RATHER than... my bad...

[Beans]

((Let's just pick dis shiznit up latar.))

[Recaiden]

Cle will hang back and let the others disarm the children before trying to follow. She doesn't know if she could.

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Sage will try to disarm and kick children without getting stabbed to death.

[Durp]

(( Holy bugger, you guys waited. ))
Where does she hide when this stuff happens?

[Beans]

I have no bloody idea.
She'll probably go after us, though, so that's not a problem.
Matchy is still feverishly disarming kids, trying to back them out the northwest entrance.

[Recaiden]

As soon as we stop these kids, right? She tries to press through to the entrance.

[Beans]

Yeah, pretty much that.

[Durp]

Jack grunts and makes a gigantic wall of wind, attempting to shove all the kids through the entrance. He lets out a small cry and stumbles, takes a deep breath, and is up again.
Keep going.

[Recaiden]

Cle gets knocked over and scrambles back.
Why do they have to be kept alive and brainwashed?

[Beans]

Well, when she gives up their souls, and 'er ownership over my soul, they'll be normal.
An' we can't kill 'em, cos that would be bad.

[Durp]

Uhh. Did it work?

If not: Jack kicks a kid square in the twin towers and smirks as he falls to the ground. He enjoys that a lot.

If it did: He trots toward the entrance, flinching as a spear wings his shoulder.

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Sage keeps on fighting heading toward the exit

[Beans]

Oh. Yeah. Windy thingy worked.
Matchy runs too.

[accuracy17(fav#]

Sage turns and jogs toward the exit good job, so where are the souls kept?

[Beans]

I thought you was listening earlier. They're in 'er glowy spirit-eye thing!

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Sage picks up a sword and continues to follow matchy waiting for an attack

[Bergett]

Ravik is wit the group.
We really have no clue where we're going do we?

[Recaiden]

Cle runs after them as soon as the wind knocks the kids away.

[Durp]

We're waiting for her.

(( Damned hitler parents! ))

[Beans]

I don't see her anywhere... Matchy takes an experimental step out the door.
Then another.
And more.

[Bergett]

Ravik follows slowly, sword ready.

[Recaiden]

Cle pulls her knives back out and walks backwards after them.

[Durp]

Jack attempts to grab her hand.
Safety reasons.

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Sage has the sword he picked up ready and runs ahead of the group to see if he can see anything suspicious

[Beans]

Matchy looks at Jack.
... Sure.

It's quiet.
Just quiet enough.

[Durp]

He rolls his eyes, then flicks his fingers around a bit. Lightning courses through them.

[Bergett]

Yeah it's a trap.
Get ready.

[Beans]

And now for the mind-screw.
There is a dim flash at the edge of everyone's vision.
The grey, dull sky becomes unclouded. A starless, black night is revealed.
With one huge full moon.

[Durp]

... Crap. Everyone else sees the mushroom samba, right?

[Recaiden]

Ooh. Pretty. This mean anythin' to you, Matchy? She looks away from the moon quickly though, fearing a trap.

[Bergett]

Ravik look at Jack oddly.

[Beans]

Everything is gone. Even the ground has turned black as the blackness around them.
It's just them and the moon.
Oh, buggeration, this isn't good.

[Durp]

Well, at least rainbows aren't shooting out of it.

(( Damn you, Eureka 7! ))

[Bergett]

So this is why they call her Silewe of the moon.
Well this is... For the sake of a better word I guess.... bad.

[Recaiden]

Cle takes her flute for a second and tries to create a magical light.
You're right, not with all this darkness. I didn't notice at first; thought it was just the sky.

[Beans]

The light forms as a little globe that hovers for a second, then slams into the ground and splatters into glowing goo with a squelch.
Too bloody trippy for my liking.

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Sage what's next?

[Durp]

Jack experimentally fires a large lightning bolt at the moon.

[Beans]

The moon glows nicely as the bolt hits it, then stops glowing again.

There is the sound of far-off music.

((PINK ELEPHANTS ON PARADE!))

[Durp]

Jack raises an eyebrow at the music.

What kind of music is it?

[Beans]

Shamelessly, it's this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6nwNPaYoTY8) without the lyrics. Except it sounds... spacey.

[Bergett]

What the...?

[Durp]

(( That creeped me right the hell out as a kid. ))

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I expected something else,........... but not this

[Beans]

Matchy sits down, closes her eyes tight, and wraps her arms around herself. Wow, she's as traumatized as Durp is.
Oh, gods, not this, not this, please, not this, not this...

[Durp]

I guess Jack lets go, but kneels down next to her.
What's she doing?
He speaks softly.

(( Almost as traumatized. ALMOST. ))

[Beans]

Not the music, not the marching, not the White Ones, make it stop, make it all stop...
In the distance, it seems, there is an approaching line of... white.

[Bergett]

Ravik looks on in the direction of the music.
Hey! Silewe!
Zarcoth was and is the most horrible living organism I have ever had the displeasure to meet, but at least he fights face to face!
You?! HA! You're just a coward!
This is why your realm was always under his boot!
You guys couldn't do anything!
Just sit here with your children slaves!
Never did anything real!
You're no REAL daemon!
You're just a joke!
Now come out here and fight!

[Durp]

He grits his teeth and raises an eyebrow at the white.

[Beans]

I don't mind being a coward. Her voice whispers in his ear, although she is ostensibly not there.

The white things approach more. They are like stick figures, with thin, lanky bodies; roundish heads; black, empty eyes.

Look out! Look out!
white phantasms on parade
Here they come!
Hearing the crying
They're here and there
White phantasms ev'rywhere! Whoo!

[Bergett]

Fine be like that.
He readies his sword.
What the heck are these things?

[Durp]

Jack shudders and looks away.
That's messed up.
He leans toward Matchy.
You alright?

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Dang, such a stupid coward who(re).... Sage then takes in what they look like

[Beans]

Look out! Look out!
They're walking around the bend
Tear and rend
Watching the dying!
Arrayed in braid
White phantasms on parade!

Matchy's eyes are leaking tears. That means no. She rocks back and forth. Jeez, she doesn't like Dumbo.

[Bergett]

So this is all they do or something?

[Durp]

He attempts to cover her ears and sit with her. He's cringing.

[Recaiden]

Get up. You'll be fine. There's nothing they can do to us worth being afraid of. She throws a knife at one, to see what happens.

[Beans]

Silewe's voice rings out from amid the marching horrors.
What'll you do? What'll you do?
What an unusual view!
She could stand necromancers
And look at horrid murderers
But marching spectral stick-figures
Is really much for her! Obviously, she is referring to Matchy.

Matchy clings to whatever bit of Jack may be convenient.

The endless line of marching whities is circling around the group.

[Recaiden]

Bring it on, coward! Your slaves weren't any problem, neither will these puppets. She throws another knife.

[Bergett]

So is this a psychological attack sort of thing, or is something going to happen soon?

[Durp]

I guess that would be his torso. Huh. His tattoos warm slightly. It's comforting.
Damn it... Don't worry, it's just an illusion, you're fine...

[Beans]

Matchy's distressed noises quiet slightly.

The knife passes through one of the horrors. It keeps marching.
They all stop on the spot, draw swords from nowhere, and point them at the party.
Did I mention these dudes are about 8 feet tall?
I'm here... somewhere. Silewe's voice comes from all of the horrors.
Be sure to take a good look before you make your choice. Because you'll only get one pick before you get skewered.

[Durp]

Try the moon. My hands are full.

[Bergett]

So they're all illusions.
Matchy pull yourself together! We need your help on this one!

[Recaiden]

Actually, there's quite a number of us. I bet we could get quite a few tries.
Besides, how about some more advanced weapons and things? I really think you underestimate us.
Cle reaches for Kwen's gun.
Matchy, you got any ideas? Which is the scariest? Would shooting the moon be too obvious?

[Beans]

Matchy stands shakily up.
She looks first at the moon, then at the horrors.
Not the moon. That'd be too easy, wouldn't it?
She finds the horror that is directly in line with the huge moon.
Hello, mistress.
She punches it in the face. It reels, holding its head in its hands, dropping its sword. GO GO GO KILL KILL KILL.

[Durp]

Jack shoots forward and tries to ram his spear through it.

[Bergett]

Ravik moves to defend the group as they attack the one horror.

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Sage accelerates toward her and attempts a decapitation

[Recaiden]

Seeing it react, she pulls up the gun and squeezes the trigger.

[Beans]

Critical Hit!
C-c-c-combo!

The horrific world snaps away, and Silewe is sent careening head-over-heels into a garden wall. Her spirit eye pops out of her head and rolls toward the heroes.

[Durp]

Jack picks it up.
Hey, want this back? I have a proposition.

[Recaiden]

Cle keeps shooting until someone picks up the eye, but aiming just near her, not trying to hit.

[Beans]

She pants heavily.
She reaches weakly for it.
How much for my eye?

[Durp]

He grins.
Everything.

(( Crowning moment of awesome. ))

[Recaiden]

Cle just points the gun at her.
Start with returning all the souls of other people. Then we can start discussing the eye's return.

[Beans]

... Sure. Everything. Take it.
Now, the eye. Reachy.
She looks at Cle.
Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

[Durp]

The souls are released?
RELEASE THEM NOW.

[Recaiden]

Probably. You want to push it?

[Beans]

Oh, you people and your f[or]king souls.
The eye flashes dimly, then dulls.

Matchy blinks.

A whole lotta childrens come streaming out of the manshun.
Eye. Now. Give.

[Bergett]

That's just plain disgusting.
Oh by the way, Zarcoth is stil tracking me.
He has spies everywhere and here? That's just a good idea to have them here.
He's going to come for you too now.
Have fun!
Oh the eye? Yeah release the children.

[Durp]

Jack throws the eye in the opposite direction as hard as he can. She'll have to look a bit.
Don't let me catch you around here again, you sniveling little rat faced git.

[Recaiden]

So how about that portal now, Matchy?
And is there a reason we're letting her go? Won't she just go back to brainwashing children, taking their souls, and probably come back for revenge?

[Bergett]

Ravik goes over to Jack and whispers to him.
Except this is where she lives...?

He turns to the rest of the group.
Let's get the hell out of here!
He turns back to Silewe
By the way that location on the map is real, if you want to attack Zarcoth, be my guest, but chances are he's gonna come here to kill you.
Have fun with your little kingdom.

[Beans]

Silewe goes running for it... and it goes flying for her.
It goes into her eye socket. Really hard.
She is knocked flat on her back.
... Ah.
I did give up all power over their souls, didn't I?
There is a creaking sound as the empty mansion collapses in on itself.
... Not mentioning that their souls kept the mansion up. How awful of me.
She grabs a spare guard's coat.
Back to the moon for me, then. Although I'll have to stay with... Shudder. The in-laws.
Are you still 'ere?
Not really. She is beamed up. Literally.

...
So I guess we don't get a mansion.

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Sage stands up so we're done all souls returned?

[Durp]

Alright. Home-going time. WHATEVS.

(( Deadtime. ))

[Recaiden]

Seems like it. Let's go home.

[Bergett]

Well this was certainly... Interesting.
He shuffles in his armor uncomfortable.
Can we go now? I really really hate this armor.

[Recaiden]

Matchy? Didn't you get us here?

[Beans]

Wot?
Oh, sure. Portal's in the guard'ouse.
Which is two feet away. Back to the guardhouse portal, and Matchy deadtimes.

[Recaiden]

Cle goes back through the portal and heads toward the DFI.

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Sage steps through the portal and also for the DFI

[Durp]

Jack looks at the Portal and sighs. He rubs his temple, and turns to Match.
You coming?

[Beans]

She nods.
And leaps through the por-tall.

[Durp]

He shrugs and hops in as well.