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Post by dad on Aug 2, 2018 11:09:09 GMT
"Of course not, silly!" Marty hastily replied to Adeline's question, not even noticing her sour mood. "Since you've done all that, I guess I might as well pair you up with Monks for today. Where is Domenico Dolce? I've been asking this question for ages, but have yet to receive an answer!" He spat, sounding a bit irritated at that. Sure, it was weird that Dolce had vanished, but it was even weirder that Marty was so worried about his disappearance. Perhaps he thought that Dolce had left to seek help, which could potentially foil his plans. "Go investigate his house again and report back here! Also, have this." Marty handed over Dolce's handbook to Monks. "It's that weird book where he wrote all that crap about Mothman and such. Maybe it'll have some clues regarding where he is..." He muttered.
Monks then remembered that they had already investigated the case a week ago. They had searched around the office and found no trace of Dolce, save for his book regarding Mothman and several copies of the fliers showing the wanted posters. None of that evidence seemed suspicious, except the lack of a Dolce flier among the wanted posters. Still, Marty was quickly losing his patience for once. It seemed as if he wanted to see this case be solved once and for all.
Isabella pounced at the turkey like a beast, swiftly eating it as she got her fill of protein for the day. A girl needed to eat after all, especially if she planned on grappling and punching her way out of here. She had been slowly regaining her strength thanks to Abel's turkeys, but she still felt quite weak and disorientated, possibly due to how poor her previous diet was. Hopefully it wouldn't take long for her to reach her prime again.
Just when she was thinking about a possible escape plan with Abel once the pathetic cuck came back, she suddenly witnessed a strange sight. One of the jailed cops was banging their arms on the jail bars, shouting as they tried to attract the guards' attention. "Come here, please!" The man pleaded, a bulky guard soon approaching the cell and wondering what they wanted.
"I give, let me go." The cop blurted. "I want out of this place! Let me join Marty...I don't care anymore! I can't live like this..." They begged to be released, kneeling down like a dog as the guard scratched their chin before opening the cell. The cop smiled, now kneeling in prayer as if the guard who had released them was a God. It was a pathetic sight...But something that Isabella found reasonable and relatable. In fact, she could go for working for Marty as long as it meant that she would be released....Wait, what was she even saying? That was dumb. Marty probably saw these 'converted' individuals as throwaway tools and she was no exception. There was no way she would be loyal to him....Would she? Isabella felt confused for a second, hopefully Abel could come back soon so that the plan could start...
Kyu quickly attempted to spark up a conversation with a nearby prisoner. Unfortunately, they reacted with a distressed look, motioning for him to shut up. The reason for that soon became clear: A guard appeared and rattled Kyu's cage. "Silence!" They shouted, bonking the bars as they warned him to not speak. It was obvious that communication was dangerous for them, since multiple outbreaks could have posed a serious problem. Kyu was lucky that they didn't overhear his actual plans. But what to do now? If he couldn't speak, then surely the situation was hopeless?
Or so he thought, before he saw the prisoner from earlier wave at them. They pointed at their arm and then tapped their wrist repeatedly, trying to convey something? Wrist? What would be on a wrist? Wait...A watch! Time. Wait? Was he asking Kyu to wait?
And so Kyu waited. Minutes felt like years there, but he endured long enough for the guard to return with a bowl of tomato soup and dry bread.
"Enjoy your first breakfast here. Hope you get used to it: It's the only thing we make." The buff guard taunted Kyu, placing the tray next to him as they laughed and starting handing over food for the remaining inmates. Kyu obviously didn't want to eat such garbage, but he started feeling anxious: What if the escape took him days? Could he survive on such meager portions or would his body give in first? It was then that the prisoner waved again, not bothering to eat as they suddenly put their finger inside the tomato soup and started scribbling on the wall.
WHO U Y U HERE
A question...Communication at least! By sprawling the red substance on the walls, the prisoner was now able to properly communicate with his savior. It was up to Kyu to reply to him now.
"Don't play dumb, son. You know what I mean! Plans, secrets, curses. Did she ever think about escaping? Does she know any weaknesses in our structure or has she...given up?" Merry asked, as if he expected Isabella to give up. That was odd, especially since he of all people should know how resilient Dolce's squad really was. Was he underestimating them or was there something else in play here? "But that doesn't matter, let's talk about you!" He said, smiling as he suddenly hugged Abel and gave him a pat on the back. "I'm a very generous individual. I pay my taxes, go to Church and help the poor too when I can. And you seem extremely poor...In terms of life. Is Marty treating you alright? I know that your relationship is a bit rocky, but it felt a bit extreme when he did that whole throw-your-ally-in-jail act. Haha." He laughed as he lit another cigar and started smoking it annoyingly close to Abel.
"Now, let me just tell you a little thing. See these guards here? These huge, powerful behemoths? All me, baby." Merry boasted. "My Stand is able to enhance the physical strength of people, doesn't matter if they are a Stand user or not. These guys? Gutter trash that Marty gave me. A bunch of pansy cultists that couldn't do anything right. But now...Now they can compete with actual Stand users. Imagine what would happen if I used my ability on a real Stand user. It would be a force beyond comprehension. Hell, I'm even willing to give you a demonstration if you agree to be that particular Stand user." He joked. "But there's another thing: These cultists have quite the small brains. They are so obsessed with brawn that they beg me to keep their transformation active 24/7. Because of this, the bulk of Marty's army is actually under my control. Sure, I might not beat him in numbers...But I sure as hell beat him in power."
"So, why don't you join me? I'll share some of my power with you. With this, you might even be able to take care of that fiend Marty all by yourself! After this, you can be my second-in-command! We can take over this town...Live our lives in luxury as fellow Stand users while no-one else notices. Of course, if you want some of your other friends to grab a slice of this pie, you can go ahead and call them." Mr. Merry had indeed made a very tempting offer. He offered his hand, clearly expecting Abel to accept his offer. It was too good to refuse! All Abel needed to do was to shake his hand...
Dark.
It was dark when she woke up. She didn't even know if she was awake actually. She couldn't feel most of her body and it felt like she was on another plane of existence entirely. Some loud chatter was all she could here as she floated in the emptiness of space. A terrifying prospect. She wished to die, thinking that this nightmare might finally end. Being alive was pointless if you couldn't move or see anything, only hear some ominous noises in the distance...
And then, light.
Michelle woke up, her entire body drenched in sweat as she woke up from a strange nightmare. She cradled herself, wondering if she was still in another dream before realizing that she could feel her body now. Bandages covered most of it for some reason and it hurt like hell to move even a single finger. She was also naked save for those bandages, the only thing covering her being a large and warm blanket.
"Chitter chitter squee! (Oh, thank God you're awake!)" Her nose itched when a skunk suddenly appeared next to her, a tiny doctor's mask around it as it wiggled its tail and started analyzing Michelle's injuries. "Squee squee (Good, you seem to be fine for now. Just don't overexert yourself!)" It mumbled something. It was trying to communicate with her, but Michelle didn't speak skunk, so that was pointless. Either way, she was in some sort of...sewer? The walls around her were old, dark green water pouring from them as the noise of the filthy stream flushing relaxed her ears a bit. She was also sleeping on some sort of torn up mattress, probably the best kind of bed you could get in a sewer. Wait, was THAT A FUCKING ROACH?!? An icky bug was climbing up Michelle's leg. Thankfully, the skunk slapped it away.
"Squee! (Shoo! P-Pay no mind to that. I assure you, this place is quite healthy!)" The skunk said. "Chitter chitter squee... (A-Anyways, the name is Feelgood, Dr. Feelgood! I definitely hope you're feeling good right now, hehe...)" It giggled at its own joke. "Squee squee? (But who are you? Why are you here? What happened to you? I came back home to the bunker and..I-It was dreadful! The entire thing was in flames! Who would do such a thing?)" The skunk (Feelgood) looked to be deep in thought, therefore Michelle imitated it as well. It was then that the memories came flowing back...
Her fight with Marty, followed by the abuse she suffered at Marty's hand...concluding with Adeline letting her die as Marty threw her into a literal oven. Just remembering it hurt as Michelle's body started feeling pained yet again. The wounds hadn't fully healed yet.
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Post by hawaii117 on Aug 2, 2018 17:12:15 GMT
A few days of being deprived of anything nutritious and protein filled definitely weakened the officer. Having Abel's turkey was helping her regain strength, but she'd definitely need every last bit of energy from the food if she wanted her plan of escape to work. Isabella's own stand might also be weakened still, but she wasn't entirely sure due to not having fully summoned it in a week. Either way she quickly finished the turkey and leaned back against the wall her bed was placed near, still thinking her way through an escape plan.
Then she saw something strange, an officer was kneeling before the cultist guard. Asking to be let out and join Marty's forces. Coward. She thought while staring at the pitiful display yet something in the back of her mind made her feel as if joining Marty wasn't an entirely bad idea.
It would mean freedom after all... And I could... Wait. No. Hell no. Isabella began to internally argue with herself, her sense of pride easily overpowering the small bit that wanted to work with Marty. She knew that she'd be used as a throwaway tool for Marty, Isabella knew she wouldn't even be loyal to the man. She'd betray him as soon as she saw the dumb idiot's face. At least she thought she would...
To get her mind off of it, the cop decided to summon her stand around her hand and began spinning the bottle cap on it, keeping the hand and makeshift projectile behind her back. Building up a static charge, for when she'd carry out her plan to escape. Abel needed to get back soon.
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Post by Warudo on Aug 2, 2018 18:51:43 GMT
Abel looked at Merry, the gears beginning to turn in his head as he was asked all these things. It seemed pretty likely that Merry was the one responsible for his being thrown into a prison cell. Regardless, he shook his head at Merry's question, saying no to all of the above. That didn't bother Merry in the least though, as he quickly got uncomfortably close to Abel. His rather dispassionate gaze became a glare as they honed in on Merry, apparently Abel did not appreciate the gesture in the slightest. It only got worse when Mr. Merry stepped away a few paces and lit a cigar, which smelled terrible, especially in such close proximity. "Yeah... extreme's a word for it." He said rather plainly as he looked at Merry. His suspicion was starting to grow, it made sense that this was the guy that had thrown him in prison, he seemed like the kind of hare-brained ambitious idiot that thought shit like that would work.
He then started to explain the details of his stand. The blond had already heard plenty about it from Marty, between humiliations and work of course. It was an amazing tool that helped Marty deal with stand users, and the fact it controlled the people that were affected by it just made it all the more effective. What caught his attention, however, was when Merry offered to make HIM like that. While the power boost would put him in a league of his own, perhaps even somewhat close to Marty, Abel was more than aware of the drawback. Being almost completely under the control of Mr. Merry. That's why he went from annoyed to pissed right quick, even as Merry made offer after offer of 'generosity'.
"Oh? Being second in command? That sounds awful nice." Abel said, grinning at Merry as he raised his hand. Being second in command to a tyrant, however, was not so nice. Abel had first-hand experience after all. It was even worse when being second in command meant you were a glorified meat puppet completely under someone else's control. That's why, instead of grabbing Merry's hand like the businessman expected, Abel grabbed his face and slammed his head into the bathroom wall, leaving spreading cracks as his hand flexed around Merry's face. Merry's glasses broke in half as his head was pressed against the bathroom wall roughly, painfully even. "You think I'm fucking stupid!? I know what your stand does, so you can take your stupid fucking offer and shove it where the sun don't shine." Abel growled out. That felt good, though in retrospect this was probably a bad idea.
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Post by ToledoJones on Aug 3, 2018 1:01:52 GMT
Adeline's reaction had been about what he expected. Probably quite similar to what his own reaction would be if he had been in her shoes. He supposed it would take more than a few simple words to raise her spirits all things considered.
He tried not show any sign of worry about Kyu, but Monks knew Marty didn't fully trust him anyway. He'd rather Kyu be captured than on the run or killed. "I've checked." Monks supplied. "Nothing about ol' Dolce has turned up yet - there wasn't much at his house either." Monks, of course, hadn't been in a very clear state of mind when he visited Dolce's before, but there was no glaring clue staring him in the face. "You don't have any new leads do you?"
"Ruff, uff fff. (The Bloodhound Gang, chained up like dogs.) Ayida turned to her underlings and snickered an evil, fang-bearing laugh. Grrr, rrrr. (It's poetic. Keep mewing, Kitkat. It's what your beast at... except for coughing up hair.) Ayida felt triumphant commanding these little fools who had been too timid to act on any of their threats. Seeing them nearly beaten like this was almost as good as having beaten them physically.
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Post by MoeSenpai on Aug 3, 2018 18:25:45 GMT
"Urgh... Where the hell am I...?" Michelle took a good look around. It was dark and cold in here. And that smell... It was strong and disgusting. Michelle was almost throwing up thanks to that. Eventually she was slowly able to make out where she was. It seemed like she somehow got to the sewers... Naked as she soon realized when a small breeze came. Michelle immediately shuddered and pulled the dirty blanket (where did that came from?) closer to her. That was when she heard something running around behind her. Michelle slowly turned her head, ready to fight when... she saw it. IT WAS A HUGE COCKROACH, RUNNING ON HER LEG. Michelle let out a girly scream, closing her eyes and trying to slap the insect away, when she suddenly felt something fluffy on her leg. She slowly opened her eyes and saw a cute little skunk with a mask on.
"Awwww..." Michelle said, trying to pet the skunk. "So... are you a pet of someone or what?" Michelle whispered to the little animal, hoping she'd see the owner somewhere. There should be one, right? "Helloooohoooo! Anyone here?" Michelle slowly tried to get up, her limbs still aching from the fight. She was still devastated about what happened, but nothing she could do about it. The owner of the skunk probably saved her and treated her. So maybe the first step should be finding him and thank him. "Where are youuuuu?" The girl walked around the sewer, cowering her skin with the blanket.
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Post by RockyRaccoon on Aug 3, 2018 21:58:59 GMT
Kyu had been dismayed as the other prisoner merely brushed him off only for a guard to come rattling his cage telling him to be quiet, but luckily he wasn’t caught with his notions of an escape so at least there was that. However, when the prisoner then began to tap at his wrist almost as if he was signaling him to wait that was when he felt a strong determination build up within him and he decided to do exactly that. He waited, and he continued to wait for some sort of sign to come and that was until he was suddenly handed over a dainty looking tomato soup and bread so dry it looked as if it had been out in the open air for weeks. This was until the other prisoner began to notion towards him once again before making some sort of writing on the walls using the tomato soup as his ‘ink’. “WHO U Y U HERE” It was a simple message but enough to get the point across and that was when he realized what the only way of communication truly was.
The young man quickly dabbed his finger onto the soup before making his own message “TO SAVE EVERYONE. NEED INFO” He hoped his message was clear enough for him to respond to. He knew he could’ve easily gotten out on his own but first he needed info because as it was now he knew literally nothing about what had happened in the town while he was away after all.
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Post by dad on Aug 4, 2018 11:03:51 GMT
Merry grunted upon being smashed in the face by Abel. He wasn't even able to scream....Or maybe he did, but it couldn't be heard due to his face being stuck in the bathroom wall. He flailed his arms wildly, as if swearing to get back at Abel. Despite how hilarious that looked, Abel's punishment would indeed come soon. The guards waiting outside suddenly entered the bathroom, having heard strange noises from within. When they saw that their master had been injured, they immediately knew what to do. Merry wasn't kidding when he said that his Stand could boost Abel and help him achieve great heights, because one of the guards immediately grabbed him by his pants, effortlessly raising him as he gave him a wedgie. The other guard helped Merry get out of the wall, the flustered businessman's face burning with intensity as he pointed at Abel. "Don't think you'll get off easy for that...Scumbag!"
Abel received a severe beat down. The guard suddenly shoved his head inside a toilet, giving him a painful swirlie as he constantly smashed his face against the ceramic toilet. Abel wondered if he would get some sort of disease from that shit, especially since filthy toilet water was running down on his injured face. He then took several punches to the gut, making him glad that he hadn't eaten the turkey from earlier. Abel was then tossed to the ceiling, his back cracking as he fell back to the floor only to receive a mid-air punch, propelling him back to the ceiling once again. This vicious game of ping pong proceeded for a bit longer before the guard grew tired of it and had him crash on one of the nearby urinals. Meanwhile, the other guard had procured Merry a new pair of glasses while also tending for the man's injured face. Merry sighed, lighting up another cigar as he watched the mutilated and defeated Abel.
"See? My guards are quite robust, aren't they? We could have made a great team, I told ya..." Merry stated and he was somewhat right, although it would barely even be a 'team'. The man then slowly unzipped his pants and peed on Abel, not satisfied with the beating he had taken. He wanted to break Abel's spirit too, but he probably wouldn't succeed due to how thickheaded and uncaring the man was. Being even further disappointed, Merry just stormed away while snapping his fingers. A signal for his guards to do something. It was evident what it meant when the guards grabbed Abel and dragged him away, returning to the jail as they tossed him back in Isabella's cell and left.
Isabella would be surprised and sort of disgusted at Abel's current appearance. He stank of piss and was filled to the brim with injuries, but knowing Abel he would probably recover in a bit. She wondered what the man did to piss off two guards and if what he did was even worth it, but then she remembered that Abel was as hardheaded as men came and theorized that he probably got himself injured for no reason at all. Probably a way for him to vent. Isabella wondered if she should even escape while Abel was in such a pitiful condition.
"Meow meow meow! (You what?! I'll show you mewing, mutt!)" KitKat spat out smoke, showing off his claws as he threateningly meowed next to Ayida, his tail wiggling as he attempted to assert dominance. Meanwhile, Marty shrugged in response at Monks' question.
"What, you think I'm some sort of detective? No, you are!" He pointed out. "Dolce vanished like a ghost, so I can't really help there. You didn't find any new leads at his house earlier too, but that's the only place I know that he frequents." Marty muttered. It was strange how he didn't know much about Dolce despite working under him for years. "But I can give you a refresher of what we found: Okay, so he left his Moth book nearby with all the stuff regarding Mothman and stuff. What a joke..." Marty laughed, but this was strange. Just a while ago he was ranting about not getting to meet a certain someone. Did Marty mean Mothman or had Monks been on the wrong track all along? If he meant Mothman...Why was he calling Dolce's book a 'joke'? Was there something off about it that he hadn't revealed yet?
"...And that's it, I think." Marty stated. No, that was wrong! There was another important clue Dolce had left inside the office: The fliers. The fliers with the names of the Stand users written on them along with a description on their abilities. The strangest thing about the fliers, however, was that Dolce's name was missing among them. When Marty had spread the fliers around, Dolce's name could definitely be seen among them since he had his own unique flier and photo and all. This was strange, but even stranger was Marty lying. He was seemingly ignorant about the entire investigation regarding Dolce, despite having been there when Monks was investigating the office. The traitor was a maniac for sure, but Monks was starting to see some sort of pattern in his madness. His refined detective senses proposed a new theory in his head.
Marty was planning something behind his back.
It was obvious he knew about the clues Dolce had left, yet he was letting Monks do the work. Why? Was he trying to distract Monks or was he using him as bait? Either way, Monks was definitely expecting some sort of half-assed reply if he tried to force an answer out of Marty, probably something akin to a "LOLOLOL I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT FRIEND!". It was annoying...Yet an effective way of deflecting questions, besides the part that Marty could probably erase Monks on the spot if he so desperately wanted to. For now, Monks should just play it cautious and obey Marty's commands while doing his own secret investigation into Dolce's life.
The prisoner read Kyu's message, nodding in reply as he kept painting on the walls.
CANT ESCAPE 2 MANY GUARDS
What? The prisoner was giving up just like that? Kyu felt frustrated, but then he saw that the prisoner was still writing. They just had to go refill their finger with some fresh tomato sauce.
--> STAND USER 2 RIGHT
Kyu then received some interesting information. A Stand user to the right? He couldn't really see them due to his jail cell, but was one of his allies in the same jail as him? Maybe if he freed them he could get some further info while also getting backup from one of his friends. However, it was still risky: If he went in guns blazing and freed someone with a non-combat Stand like Grant, they would have just been captured again and put in different jail cells, resetting Kyu's progress. He needed to confirm who said Stand user was while also finding a way to free them without attracting much attention. There was no way he could fight Marty's entire army at once.
However, something weird suddenly happened. The prisoner started sweating and wiped off their messages in a panic. Of course, traces of tomato sauce still remained. He desperately tried to lick the sauce off. Kyu wondered why they were doing such a weird and embarrassing act, before seeing the shadow of someone on the floor: A guard was approaching! He had to erase his message quickly before they noticed what they were doing. Kyu already had his own message to deal with, but the worst part was that the prisoner definitely wouldn't make it in time to erase all traces of tomato sauce. He had to distract the guard somehow and prevent them from looking at his ally's cell!
"Kii kii! (Aaah! No-one's ever pet me before! It feels so--)" Feelgood was feeling good right now. Way too good, as the experience of bliss would suddenly cause her to proceed with an untimely release. The skunk dispersed a wave of stink, causing Michelle to regret ever having a nose once the pungent odor filled her nostrils. It was terrible! Her eyes were affected too, causing her to cry as he was almost knocked out due to how strong the smell was. Feelgood panicked after that. "Kii kii kii! (Sorry! Sorry! I don't do that on purpose!)" The skunk begged for forgiveness, kneeling next to Michelle. Several skunks then appeared inside the sewer, making Michelle wonder if this was her ultimate fate: Death by skunk farts. Thankfully, they were allies. They also knelt down like Feelgood, apologizing to Michelle in unison. Wait, Michelle was looking for an owner, but could it be...That Feelgood was the owner of this place? A skunk commanding other skunks had saved her? She felt thankful if that was the case, but she still wondered why. After all, she had put two and two together. There was only someone else besides Kitty who could have tamed animals in such an eccentric and masterful way: Marty. Marty's own pets had saved her from being murdered by their owner.
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Post by RockyRaccoon on Aug 4, 2018 19:48:45 GMT
Kyu watched as the guard wrote his message once again and at first his message seemed rather despondent as if he had lost all hope until he realized that the man wasn’t finished after which he then nodded in approval. “Stand user?…” He whispered very softly to himself before suddenly noticing the shadow of a guard approaching and not wanting to waste any time he immediately vaguely summoned Sukiyaki over himself before immediately wiping his message away with his hands. He however still had a problem as his newfound ally was now in trouble of being found out unless if he did something fast and almost with a stroke of luck an idea immediately popped in his head. He took a piece of the dry bread before jamming it into his mouth until it reached his throat causing him to begin to gag profusely. He made gagging noises for a little bit before actually legitimately throwing up and calling for help “Hey! Over here! I-I think I’m gonna be sick!” He continued to make gagging noises although at this point the noises was really just him acting.
“I-I think that soup had something that I’m allergic to!” He said as he made even more nauseous sounds and crawling into a ball on the floor “You gotta let me out and use the bathroom! Help me! Please! I know I’m just a prisoner but even during times like this I still have rights!” He continued to shout towards the guard hoping that this would buy him and his partner enough time to scribble away the message. To further this he stumbled backwards, even knocking over his bowl of tomato soup upside down “Shit! Sorry! I-I spilled the food! I think that I-“ He quickly looked away before turning over and once again making gagging noises. “Aww jeez…I’m really sorry!” He of course was acting and only planned for this charade to last until he knew his partner had scribbled away the evidence. Nonetheless his acting seemed rather convincing to say the least but even as he pretended to vomit he continued to think exactly what he was going to do the moment he was able to have the chance of having an upper hand.
’Gotta find the others...but first I have to make sure that this guy is safe at the very least...’
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Post by killeroftheminge on Aug 5, 2018 3:27:31 GMT
"Right..."
Adeline kept her head down through the entire meeting, letting Marty and Monks discuss things while she merely occupied space. Of course, something definitely seemed odd with Marty's requests and his general ignorance regarding clues about Dolce. He should know a lot more than he lets on...was he planning something?
Again, it was no secret he didn't trust them fully. Was this his way of keeping them both out of the way? And why would he want to do that, couldn't he just obliterate them at a moment's notice? Was he actually scared of Monks figuring something out? The guy was a private investigator...
Of course, it was difficult to take anything Marty said completely serious. His personality was too unpredictable, but something definitely seems off...
She'd bring it up with Monks once they were alone; she figured he must have noticed the tone in his voice as well. This might be interesting to share with Abel and Kyu...IF they could get into contact with them...
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Post by hawaii117 on Aug 5, 2018 17:01:04 GMT
As soon Isabella saw the beaten up Abel brought back to their cell, she paused in surprise. Allowing the guards to throw the man back in the cell without a high speed bottle cap to the face. Ruining her best chance completely.
And in a moment her plan to escape was foiled, at least right now. "God damnit." The officer mumbled to herself as the beaten and bruised Abel was placed back into the cell. She wasn't going to be able to break out of here with Abel looking like that, it would make using him as a hostage a lot more viable though.
"The hell did you do, dumbass? Where were you taken also." Isabella held her nose from the stench of urine coming from the man as she inspected his body. Slipping the bottle cap out of her hand and back into her pocket. Then lifting him and placing the man on the bed. "You didn't say anything about me wanting to escape, right?" She then whispered while grabbing the tomato soup, crackers, and water and placing it on the bed next to him.
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Post by ToledoJones on Aug 5, 2018 21:18:06 GMT
"Yeah, uh, alright." Monks agreed, frowning heavily at Marty. Monks wasn't a cheery guy normally so he doubted Marty would sense anything was amiss, but what he had assigned Adeline and Monks had seemed mostly like busywork. Monks was, of course, worried about Dolce. Especially given Marty's current hold on the city. He wanted to find the old police chief if he could.
"Well, that gave me something to think about..." Monks let out as soon as they left Marty's office. "If he isn't waiting for Mothman - who could he be waiting for? ...Dolce?" Monks shook his head. "Marty is many things, but is he childish enough that he wants to show Dolce what he's done with Fallbrook?" Ayida was again dragging the two beasts that were shackled to her, bringing up the rear. She had become used to the empty threats from them at this point. She puffed at her pipe in silence as they walked through the building, taking care to blow her smoke into Vicar and Kitkat's faces.
"It seems like Marty just wants us out of the way, but I guess he may actually card for Dolce." Monks looked at Ayida and his other two "pets" and frowned. "All of this. Especially the babysitting... I need a smoke." Monks too pulled out a cigarette and let it, gesturing the pack toward Adeline. "I guess I owe it Dolce to doublecheck his place - you in?" He added, still holding the pack out.
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Post by Warudo on Aug 5, 2018 21:25:42 GMT
Abel's beating came swiftly and mercilessly. He was battered, punched, and smashed in all sorts of ways, leaving him cut-up and bruised on the floor. As Abel laid on the floor, Merry assumed the man was defeated, and just simply didn't care enough to plead or fight back. But the opposite was true. With every punch and kick, with every smashed piece of tile and porcelain, Abel felt the fire in his chest rage a little brighter. By the time Merry took that last moment to humiliate Abel one last time, the blond was furious, and the murderous rage that had built up inside of him was reminiscent of when he fought the assassin Roger.
The guards escorted the man out of the bathroom and back towards his cell. It was a long trek, and any prisoners that were in the right state of mind would notice something odd. It was like some sort of bizarre world. Where as before Abel was dragged along, looking defeated but in perfect health. But now Abel looked like he had been hit by a car, yet the air around him felt almost like a heatwave with its intensity. it was similar to what one felt when in the presence of a boxer or wrestler preparing for a key match, but much more grievous.
By the time he was thrown back into his cell, Abel had made up his mind, and resolved his weakness. Who gives a shit if Marty has a ton of power and backup? Abel got through plenty of fights he had no right winning before, and now would be no different. His fist clenched against the concrete as he felt his determination and desire for 'justice' return tenfold. He knew what he had to do now. Isabella pulled him onto the bed, and despite his beat-up visage and terrible smell, she would find he looked a lot... better than before. He looked up at her when she asked her question, and she would see fire in his eyes as he answered. "I met with an asshole, didn't tell him shit, and broke his glasses." He muttered out, sitting up with a grunt.
He pulled off his shirt and threw it in the corner, the article having taken the majority of Merry's piss for him, which left him smelling a lot less awful and looking a lot more badass. He rolled his shoulders to stretch his back, sighing with relief as some of the tension left him. "So, let me ask. Do you have a plan to escape or am I going to have to beat the shit out of everyone myself?" He said, looking at her with a rather malicious looking scowl. It looked like he was finally onboard with escaping, and almost disturbingly enthusiastic about it now.
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Post by killeroftheminge on Aug 5, 2018 22:08:59 GMT
It was suspicious, definitely. Marty was hard to predict, but she couldn't help but feel like there was more to Dolce's disappearance anyway. This book on Mothman...was it as useless as Marty thought? Was he using them to uncover it's secrets, or was he playing his own game...
Either way, they had to do something. If they wanted to stop Marty from causing anymore harm, they'd have to get as many answers as possible.
"...Yeah, what the hell." Ade says, taking a cigarette from Monks. A bit of life came back into her voice; not much, but it was certainly a start, and enough to assure Monks that Ade would be helpful.
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Post by MoeSenpai on Aug 6, 2018 16:47:52 GMT
"YUCK! GET OFF OF ME!" Michelle pushed the skunk to the side and began coughing extremely. Again, she struggled to not throw up and even managed to do so. "Urgh... I hope we have enough tomato sauce home..." She muttered and looked up again. Suddenly out of one skunk became a lot more. "W-Where the hell did you guys come from?" She gasped as the new animals also bowed down before her. It seemed like they were... aplogizing? Michelle wasn't really sure what was going on. Everything was happening to fast for her. Those skunks were definitely not normal. This meant their owner must be a stand user, right? Or the boss skunk, as Michelle called the first skunk for now, was the stand user. Or what was even worse is her last theory: Those skunks were just members of Marty's cult again. She knew he had some loyal animals after him, so this wouldn't be too far-fetched, right? The question now is why did he do it? Did he just want to play some mind games with Adeline? Or was he just bored? Michelle needed some time to think, so she sat down and thought about what was going on right now. If she only could talk with those animals...
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Post by hawaii117 on Aug 6, 2018 18:00:31 GMT
There's that fire In his eyes. There's the man I fought against in the bunker. Isabella smiled seeing Abel's reinvigorated self. He was back, and what was even better is that he was now going to help her break out of this shit hole. The officer then sat on the bed next to him, careful to not spill the soup or water when she sat down.
"Good job, I think you deserve your turkey at lunch today." Isabella chuckled, before beginning to explain her plan. "So originally, I was gonna take you hostage to buy time but seeing as how you're better things'll be much easier." This wasn't going to be easier, The officer had to rethink her plan for escape but she did have a new idea from seeing a fellow ex-cop beg for mercy to the guards.
"So I'll pretend to break, and let a nearby guard open the door. As soon as he does, I'll shoot him with this and take him out. "She flashed the bottle cap to Abel, before continuing. "From there It'll be a slug fest, but both of us should be able to handle it. Ultimately we need to reach Betty before getting to Marty, while also inciting a small riot by freeing other officers and stand users. Maybe we can take a detour on our way to Marty to beat up that asshole you met with."
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