Long Game 18: Holly and Iron

[Haelbarde he/him]

Elb, maybe worth shifting your vote on the off chance they come back and remove their votes?

Edited March 10, 2016 by Haelbarde

[Elbereth she/her]

Sure. Four minutes left, but whatever. Araris. Ummm. Deathclutch? I don't know. Sorry.

[TheMightyLopen he/him]

Yeah, and you could place a second vote on someone without a vote too if you want. Mark, Mailliw, Dowanx, Kynedath, Danosaur all don't have votes on them, but have been elevated at least once. Oh, Haelbarde too. 

 

Edit: DeathClutch already has a vote on him!

Edited March 10, 2016 by TheMightyLopen

[Elbereth she/her]

Could do, but I don't need to in order to decrease tuition, so I won't.

Wait, why is someone having been elevated important?

[Haelbarde he/him]

Complaints can reduce EP spent to cancel DP

[TheMightyLopen he/him]

Because then it's less likely they'll get their EP's taken away, which in my mind are more important than money.

[Elbereth she/her]

Complaints can reduce EP spent to cancel DP

Because then it's less likely they'll get their EP's taken away, which in my mind are more important than money.

Good enough for me. And that's time.

Edited March 10, 2016 by Elbereth

[little wilson she/her]

And that's the end of the turn and half-term! Writeup pending.

[little wilson she/her]

Term 3: Month 2 - Mercenaries and Music Don’t Mix

 

Marcos sat on the street corner down from Anker’s, strumming away on his lute. His day had been very productive. He and Acaelus had finally found Seventh Son “Sev”, and Marcos had been able to return that journal he’d found. Sev had seemed very appreciative for having his journal back in his possession, but he’d seemed equally wary of the knowledge that Marcos and Acaelus had of his true name. He’d offered them 10 talents each to not tell anyone. Vintish noblemen. Marcos wished he had the money to spare to bribe someone similarly.

 

He rolled his eyes. His coinpurse was 10 talents heavier now, and he had every intention of using it to find a better home than Anker’s once rooms opened up at the inns again. He wouldn’t mind sleeping in the Horse and Four, but that was a little too extravagant for him. Maybe the Golden Pony…..Hm. That could work, yes. After seeing the common room at the Horse and Four, he figured he could stand to live in a bit wealth.

 

He turned his attention back onto his lute and his little song. People passed by, and he tried to pull them in with the the music, but they simply hurried by, intent on not listening to him. They probably thought he mustn’t have a shred of talent in his body, but they would be dreadfully wrong. He was prodigy. Everyone said so. Well, everyone who’d heard him play or sing said so. When they actually paid attention. Unlike these people hurrying by his free show. They had the chance of a lifetime: to see the performance of a person worthy of the Eolian, but no. They’d have none of it. Their loss.

 

He heard a scuffle from an alley across the street and brought his head up, curious to see what was going on. There wasn’t much. Just a figure cloaked in shadow holding up some device. There wasn’t even anyone around the figure. Likely just some person who’d find themselves hauled off to the Crockery soon. The insane didn’t interest Marcos, so he focused once again on his lute and his song.

 

He noticed a woman walking down the road, a horse trailing along behind her. The hilt of a sword protruded over the woman’s shoulder, and the setting sun glinted off pieces of metal on her arms and legs. Daggers, Marcos guessed. Looked like a mercenary. Her face was like a rock, which reminded Marcos that people often said his voice could charm rock. Marcos cocked his head to the side. His voice could charm rocks. This woman looked like a rock. Marcos wondered if he could charm her.

 

He played a little louder, staring at the target of his song. She looked down at him, and stopped when she noticed him staring at her. Her eyes narrowed in disdain, so Marcos started singing along to the music, making up words, describing the way she looked in the soft red-orange light of the sun. Her eyes narrowed further, and Marcos realized that maybe this wasn’t the best idea he’d ever had. Serenading a mercenary? What if he said something she didn’t like? What if he sang a note that gave her a headache? What if…..

 

She pulled out one of her daggers, crouched next to him, and placed the cool steel blade next to his throat, all in one swift movement. Marcos’ song cut off with a squeak, and he leaned back into the brick wall behind him, staring up at her with wide eyes. He shivered as she glared down at him. Definitely not his best idea.

 

Her lip curled in disgust as she noticed him shivering and she pressed the blade into his throat. He felt something run down his skin onto his chest and knew she’d pierced his skin. He gulped, and then realized that was a bad idea with a blade pressed against his Adam’s apple.

 

The blade dug into his throat a little deeper, and he realized he needed to do something if he wanted to survive. His eyes darted up and down the road but no one noticed him and the mercenary huddled on the side. His hand gripped his lute tighter in panic, hoping that somehow, someone would look over and see the struggle. His thoughts came to a screeching halt. His lute. It pained him to think of using it as a weapon, something that made such beautiful music. But he could always buy a new one. He couldn’t buy a new life.

 

He shifted, trying to make it look natural, like he was trying to squirm away from her, and it freed his arm enough so he had room to swing the lute up and against her side. Or at least, he attempted to do so. She caught his arm and knocked the lute out of his grasp. The lute hit the cobblestone and Marcos heard the wood splinter. He cringed, closing his eyes and turning away from his broken lute and broken dreams. A second later, the dagger sliced quickly across his throat, ending his short life.

 

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Touka Kirishima (DeathClutch19) was brought On the Horns, but the charges were dropped!

Mind of Akasha (Bridge Boy) was brought On the Horns, but the charges were dropped!

Danosaur (Danosaur) was brought On the Horns, but the charges were dropped!

Silverblade (Silverblade5) was brought On the Horns, but the charges were dropped!

 

Delta the Insane (Paranoid King) was assassinated! He was a Student who had studied in Archives and Alchemy!

Marcos Mayweather (Mark IV) was killed by a mercenary! He was a Student who had studied in Linguistics!

 

These students were elevated: Danosaur, Varda Elentari, Wilem, Silverblade, Acaelus Starfire, Touka Kirishima, Mac n Cheese, and Sev.

Edited March 11, 2016 by little wilson

[Haelbarde he/him]

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So no sabotage again? Under what circumstances does that happen, did we work that out?

[TheMightyLopen he/him]

I guess I'm just not very impressive. 

 

Hael, I'd say wait until the write-up is finished. Last time there was 2 people "arguing" in an alley and that hinted that the Skindancers had actually attacked 2 separate players and so both of their actions were cancelled, so we may learn something when the write-up is up.

[Kynedath]

Whoever killed Mark is a douchebag. Now I have to wait until Wilson edits in a write-up so that I can properly RP Acaelus mourning.

[Haelbarde he/him]

Kynedath, Mark must have been living on the streets, as mercenaries killed him.

[Danosaur he/him]

I am pretty sure this is correct,

 

1st Elevation: Danosaur, Haelbarde, Pyra Ghetti, Marcos, Kipper, Sasuke Uchia, Dow, Mac n Cheese, Sev

 

2nd Elevation: Acaelus, Wilem, Varda, Amari, Silverblade

 

3rd Elevation: Mind of Akasha, Touka,

 

I am not a skindancer

 

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EDIT

0th Elevation: Lopen, Only Joe, STINK. 

Edited March 10, 2016 by Danosaur

[TheMightyLopen he/him]

Yeah, I PM'd Mark last Month and he told me he was on the Streets because he'd forgotten to place his lodging orders. So to spread awareness: I suggest everyone sends in their lodging orders now, so you don't forget to do it later.

 

Danosaur, that lines up with my notes, so I'd say that's correct. I might add the part about 0th Elevation: Lopen, Only Joe, STINK. That way everyone is included(no one likes to be left out!  ).

[STINK he/him]

At least I have my money! Though I don't appreciate the vote on me I'm already trying not to be selfish by not voting.

[Firemuffin42]

Mark had been studying linguistics… was he one of our analysts? Wonko and Bridge boy, without giving away the identity of said analyst… are your analysts still alive?

[Kynedath]

Kynedath, Mark must have been living on the streets, as mercenaries killed him.

Then the mercenary that killed him is a douchebag. Simple as that.

 

I am not a skindancer.

Edited March 10, 2016 by Kynedath

[Jo and the Bush all/any]

I might add the part about 0th Elevation: Lopen, Only Joe, STINK. That way everyone is included(no one likes to be left out! ).

I don't know about you, but i still feel left out.

[Kynedath]

The Library was quiet that afternoon.There were people, but not too many. Oddly enough, nobody was willing to talk today. Nobody was willing to look at Acaelus. Actually, come to think about it, nobody would even come near Acaelus. Why? That was anybody's guess at this point. Occasionally, one person would come over from a group and give him their . . . condolences? Why would he need their condolences. He had just been elevated earlier that morning. Too bad Marcos wasn't there to see that. He hadn't shown up to the university today, but Acaelus hadn't had time to check where he was. After one more person came up to say that they were sorry, he asked why.

 

Julia heard this and came over immediately. "Acaelus . . . have you not heard? They found Marcos' body in the streets just this morning. I'm so sorry. Everyone saw how he brought you to life and took you under his arm."

 

Acaelus didn't know what to think. Did they really want to ruin his day this much? Were they so bitter that he had been elevated so quickly? No that couldn't be it. He had seen others elevated much faster. What was this about? And why was Julia, one of the most supportive people he knew, part of it?

 

Acaelus looked up to the small crowd that had stated to form around him. "Guys, what are you talking about? What are you trying to do? Marcos isn't dead and you all know it. What are you trying  . . . to . . . pull?" He started to fade of near the end when he saw the expressions on the faces around him. He began to look around frantically.

 

"No. No he can't be. No Julia, he can't be." The others just looked at him with pitying eyes. Acaelus began choking up inside.

 

"No. No! No he can't be dead! What did they see? It had to be an illusion. Or, or maybe it was a fae that looked like Marcos! Something, anything, please. He can't be dead!" Acaelus felt tears running down his face. He stood up, gaze darting from person to person. Each of them looked concerned for him. "No please! He was all I had! NO! NO PLEASE NO!" He found people coming towards him, trying to grab his arms and bring him out of the library. "No! No leave me here! Leave me alone!" He fought away the hands, retreating back to his chair.

 

He curled up on the chair he had spent countless hours reading on. He started talking to himself, desperate for anything that would ease his pain. "No. No, he's not dead. He just looked dead. The physickers had to have missed his pulse. He has to be out there. It wasn't him. It was someone who looked like him. IT WASN'T HIM!" He clutched at his books. He was sobbing. He was hyper-ventilating. He couldn't breathe. "I can't lose him too. He was all that I had here. I came to the University to escape this! No, it can't be real! I'm dreaming or having a nightmare, or, or . . . or . . . " He couldn't take it. His only friend in twelve years. Dead on the streets.

 

Any attempt to near him was met with a furious attack until eventually men came who he couldn't fight off. They took him to the infirmary. Put him in isolated detainment. Left him alone with his thoughts. When he quieted, he heard himself sobbing uncontrollably. After an hour or two, he stopped crying. He had no tears left to give. He started to listen at the door for any sign of something other than the sterile white of the room and his own lamentations. eventually he heard Julia and the Master physicker talking. They were barely audible through the door.

 

"He isn't insane. This is grief, not a troubled mind. Trust me, I know him. Give him time. He'll recover."

 

"Believe me librarian, I know him too. I know that he was rambling and spouting nonsense and talking to himself. Those are three of the most obvious symptoms out of a multitude that he has been displaying. Intense feeling of despair often lead to insanity. I can heal his body, but I can't heal his mind. All we can do is store people like this away from the other students. He is going to the crockery."

 

"No! His mind doesn't need healing. He just needs time. Give him a week. Keep him isolated, but keep him here. Observe him. He is not crazy, he just lost his best friend. Maybe his only friend. I know him. Let me talk to him and I can make him understand what is happening."

 

A long silence ensued. The door opened abruptly and he say the Master physicker and Julia standing in the doorway. She stepped into the room. Acaelus regarded her with a flat look.

 

"You don't know me as well as you think."

Edited March 10, 2016 by Kynedath

[Elithanathile he/him]

The method I have for determining innocence is still active, but I won't say anything else about them. Also, my trust has spread to 3 people now. See, I can be nice! And STINK? You assassinated my brother. That'll probably call for some RP revenge, just to warn you. Also, metaphorical hands up whoever didn't realize that you had to send in housing each month, and was confused by keeping finding themselves on the streets! *Raises Hand*

 

Yeah, maybe I should read those rules a bit more thoroughly.

 

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Nah, I'll be fine, there's no way that anything in there could potentially kill with my my not knowing about it. #SarcasmDoesn'tCarryVeryWellThroughWriting

[Firemuffin42]

Stink, why exactly did you assassinate PK? I mean I haven't been very involved the whole game, but from what I have seen, I don't really see much motive in the assassination.

BB glad your analyst is still active, so either Mark was Wonko's, or was neither and jsut hadn't come forward.

[STINK he/him]

BTW, are the tags implying that I haven't been elevated because I'm savage?

 

I'll have you know that I am one of the Amyr, and I've been involved in numerous operations about the Chandrian, even killing one of them. I am trained in Sympathy and I'm the best Namer in the whole of the Amyr. You are nothing to me but just another stepping stone. I will assassinate you with ways that have never even been thought of before. You think you can get away with calling me Savage? Think again, Edema Ruh. As we speak I am contacting all other Amyr and hunting you down so you better prepare. The hunt that will end your life. You're dead. I can be anywhere, anytime and can harm you in over 700 different ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the whole arsenal of the Amyr and I will use it to it's full extent to remove you from this university. If only you could have known what your 'Savage' comment meant, maybe you wouldn't have said it. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price.

 

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Why did I assassinate PK? Because it's my new form of voting. 

[TheMightyLopen he/him]

I don't know about you, but i still feel left out.

 

Well, yeah. We should form a "never been elevated" group or something!   (Or not, that's fine. I'd want to leave that group as soon as possible anyway.)

 

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Why did I assassinate PK? Because it's my new form of voting. 

 

 

Uhhh, that sounds kinda dangerous to do. You're just gonna kill someone each Term? (I'm assuming you don't have enough money to do that each Month, although you ARE Vintish)

[STINK he/him]

Yeah, I'm not that rich :'(