From the Arts Center next door...Sympathetic Phil ducks into the hut, face grim. He glares at The Grand Inquisitor, the old man rising from his seat. “You! Sit!” Phil places a large hand on his chest, and shoves him roughly back down.
Sympathetic Phil steps behind the chair, and leans heavily on The Grand Inquisitor’s shoulders. He grimaces as Phil’s fingers tighten painfully, and Phil bends down to whisper in the old man’s ear.
You say “You are obviously under some kind of misapprehension as to how things work here in Durham, inquisitor. It’s really very simple. Even a senile old bastard like you should be able to grasp it.”
Sympathetic Phil presses sharply down on The Grand Inquisitor’s shoulder, and the old man screams as his collar bone snaps like a twig. He lurches from his chair, and Phil grabs him and slams him back down.
Sympathetic Phil clenches The Grand Inquisitor’s chin in his hand, and leans over his undamaged shoulder to growl in his ear again. “Are you starting to understand now? Are you, old man?”
Sympathetic Phil grinds a thumb into the broken bone, and The Grand Inquisitor cries out in agony. “Like I said, it’s very simple. I do what I bloody want, when I bloody want. And no one tells me otherwise.”
Sympathetic Phil steps back and kicks the chair over, sending The Grand Inquisitor tumbling to the floorboards, where he lays clutching at his shoulder and groaning.
You say “Phil snorts contemptuously. “Certainly not some upstart old son of a nanana ‘inquisitor’ who probably can’t even take a piss without it dribbling over his shoes, never mind run my town.””
Sympathetic Phil unslings his rifle, and cocks it with an ominous click. He waves it warningly at Mr. Muchacho as the man recovers from his shock at the sudden violence and starts to move forwards.
Sympathetic Phil shakes his head. “I don’t think so pal. My business is with your granddad here, and doesn’t need concern you. Unless you want it to, but I really wouldn’t recommend that…”
Sympathetic Phil watches for a few moments with narrowed eyes, until he is sure Mr. Muchacho isn’t going to do anything stupid, then turns back to the writhing figure on the floor.
Sympathetic Phil grins as he watches The Grand Inquisitor crawl under the table one-armed, whimpering to himself. He reaches down, grabs an ankle, and hauls him back out.
Sympathetic Phil stands over The Grand Inquisitor, and places the barrel of his rifle against the old man’s forehead. “Just in case you hadn’t quite grasped it yet…”
Sympathetic Phil pulls the trigger, and turns his head away as blood, brains and bone fragments spray across the room.
You fire at The Grand Inquisitor with a rifle for 5 damage. They die.
Sympathetic Phil flicks a gobbet of flesh or brain matter off his arm with a grimace. “Perhaps now you get it, eh? Stay out of my way, old man, and I’ll stay out of yours. If you don’t…”
Sympathetic Phil blows a curl of smoke from the tip of his rifle. “Well, I don’t think I need to spell it out any clearer, do I? I don’t want to see your face again.”
Sympathetic Phil barks a quick laugh. “When you get a new one, anyway.” He glares warningly at Mr. Muchacho, sling his rifle back over his shoulder, and strolls out of the hut.
Back inside Club PalermoGiovanni Machetti says “Hiro, welcomes back! I must go get some drinks now.”
Giovanni Machetti says “Ah, more beer”
Giovanni Machetti says “Right then, let's all have a party, shall we?”
The Grand Inquisitor says “This is unfortunate, I didn't wish to use the last of my bullets on you Phil, but a man like you can not go on living.”
The Grand Inquisitor says “:palm: you, two times!”
The Grand Inquisitor kills Sympathetic Phil with a rifle.
The Grand Inquisitor clasps his wrinkled hands behind his back
The Grand Inquisitor says “to the rest of Durham, in light of recent events Durham is under marital law. I wouldn't recommended staying out late in the streets, lest you end up like poor Phil.”
Sympathetic Phil slams the door open, and storms into the Club, rolling up his sleeves. Striding across the room, he grasps The Grand Inquisitor by the collar, and one-handed, slams him up against the wall.
Sympathetic Phil slaps away the wrinkled hands that clutch at his arm, and swats the old man heavily on the side of the head. The Grand Inquisitor's eyes roll in their sockets, and Phil growls deep in his throat.
Sympathetic Phil tightens his grip, and the muscles in his shoulder bunch. He lifts The Grand Inquisitor off the floor, still one-handed, and smashes him against the wall again.
Sympathetic Phil says “So that's the way it is, eh? Your brain must be as wrinkled and decrepit as the rest of you if you think I'm just gonna stand around and take that sort of crap.”
Sympathetic Phil leans in close, and snarls, "You want martial law? You've got it, old man. Luckily for you, Gio doesn't like me killing people in the Club..."
Sympathetic Phil grins nastily. "...but unluckily for you, I've never been what you'd call a model employee." Phil smashes his head forwards, his forehead connecting with old man's nose with a sharp crack.
Sympathetic Phil opens his fist, and The Grand Inquisitor crashes to the floor, blood sheeting down his face. Phil draws back a boot, and plants it in the inquisitor's ribs. Ribs break with a sickening crunch.
Sympathetic Phil leans down and grabs the old man's collar again. He wrenches him up off the floor, towards the knife that has appeared in his other fist. The blade enters The Grand Inquisitor's chest with a thud
Sympathetic Phil kills The Grand Inquisitor with a knife.
Sympathetic Phil smiles down into The Grand Inquisitor's face, the man's eyes wide with shocked pain. "First rule of the new martial law, grandpa. Don't
with me. Ever."
Sympathetic Phil wrenches his knife out of the now-still chest, and lets the body slump to the floor. He shrugs apologetically at Giovanni. "Sorry boss. But he started it."
Sympathetic Phil steps over the old man's withered corpse and towards the bar. He grabs himself a bottle of rum, and makes his way to a table.
Sympathetic Phil gives the body another kick as he passes. "Durham doesn't need a new government, old man. Not this part of it, anyway. Now bloody well do one."
Sympathetic Phil takes a seat, and pours himself a rum. He starts muttering to himself. "Only been back here a bloody day, have to bloody kill someone, can't even have a bloody drink in peace..."
Giovanni Machetti says “Ah, just like old times.”
Giovanni Machetti says “Fine by me, and who is this napoleon character? Care for a drink?”
The Grand Inquisitor enters Club Palermo, storming up to Sympathetic Phil.
The Grand Inquisitor says “You little bastard!”
The Grand Inquisitor vehemently points at phil
The Grand Inquisitor says “You know, you came in here acting like a little
, what did you expect?”
The Grand Inquisitor rougly grabs phil by the ear
The Grand Inquisitor says “When you disrespect your elders you must accept punishment. Spare the rod spoil the child as they say. ”
The Grand Inquisitor grabs Phil by the shoulder tossing him over his knee. The inquisitor then delivers several powerful blows to Phil's bottom
The Grand Inquisitor says “What's done, is done.”
The Grand Inquisitor says “Now don't let me catch you back here again, YOUR kind isn't welcomed here”
The Grand Inquisitor gestures to "Rules Palermo", as you read down the list he points to the fine print. it reads: "No creepy weirdos allowed."
The Grand Inquisitor says “Oh, also. Durham is in no way under martial law. I have only imposed Marital law, it's really quite different. Nothing to be worried about I assure you.”
Giovanni Machetti says “Mr. Inquistor, Phil here is my employee, granted he went off and got himself some jobs elsewhere, but he works for me.”
Giovanni Machetti says “And the only Rules Palermo, is the ones I state, Phil, could you take out he garbage?”
The Grand Inquisitor shrugs
The Grand Inquisitor says “hm, kinda a weird way to treat a customer after your drunken employee goes wild.”
The Grand Inquisitor glances at Phil
The Grand Inquisitor says “take it easy sport.”
The Grand Inquisitor gently pinches Phil's nose, quickly placing his thumb between his index and middle finger, immitating a nose.
Sympathetic Phil stands up, shaking his head wearily. "I can see I've been away for too long, if these are the sort of idiots that are 'running' Durham now."
Sympathetic Phil picks up his rifle with a sigh, and takes a quick swig from his bottle. "I guess I'd better go have a little word with the old bastard, set him straight on a few things..."
Giovanni Machetti says “I think I should inform people to come gather in here for a party.”
Sympathetic Phil stomps across the room and out of the Club, slamming the door shut behind him with a snarl.
Sympathetic Phil enters the Club, blood splattered up his arms and across his face and chest. He snatches a bar towel up, and begins to wiping off the worst of the stains.
Sympathetic Phil says “Perhaps the old bastard understands how things work around here now. Although he's probably senile enough that I'll have to 'explain' it at least a few more times yet.”
Sympathetic Phil grunts, and tosses the towel onto the bar. "That'll have to do. It's nearly time for my annual bath anyway." He flops onto a sofa, puts his feet up on the arm, and closes his eyes.
Sympathetic Phil mumbles, "Wake me up if the end comes," rolls onto his side, and begins snoring almost immediately.
Giovanni Machetti says “Well, I put up some signs, hopefully they get some more people in here.”
Lt. Clarence walks in, holding a bleeding wound but otherwise acting normal.
Lt. Clarence says “Giovanni, can I get a beer?”
Hiro Protagonist knocks back a bear, says something about watch out for irritating short frenchmen with an inferiority complex and storms out
Hiro Protagonist says “(a bear brand beer that is)”
Neil Armstrong says “I got 10 on the drink, who's got the collection hat? Party people in the place to be! Put your hands up and scream! When I say, "Shar" y'all say, "tak". Shar-!€”
MeTaPh0rM says “Greetings all, a Captain Blackstone and a Red Sangria for me.”
MeTaPh0rM pulls out a Swisher, lights up and mingles, sharing snippets from his various travels thus far. "Nihlia was rather gracious but Raktam is lately beleagured muchly!"
MeTaPh0rM saunters over to the snacks table, "Dalpok was nearly empty but for one felow outsider and 2 natives, one a killer. Wikwik though gave me the willies. They definitely do NOT want outsiders there."
MeTaPh0rM is really Searching, but as the Phorm of a Social Butterfly intaking carbon alcohol vice, and really really just finding nothing at all in here! "Loved the uh Mountain! (Damn! Nothing Here?!)"
MeTaPh0rM phorms into a throwpillow and choozes to snoozes for awhile.
Neil Armstrong says “End of the world party! Let's play Yahtzee?”
Giovanni Machetti says “Finally, some people partying in here, Lucrezia, sing us a song!”
Giovanni Machetti says “Alcohol all around!”
Giovanni Machetti gives you a bottle of beer.
Giovanni Machetti says “Screw Yahtzee, let's get some Twister action going!”
Giovanni Machetti says “Hopefully those girls over at FAK-U show up”
MeTaPh0rM begins belting out "Iiit's teh End of the World as we Know it, and Iii feeel fiiine!"
* dolce ciera feels to sad to sing. Her heart is heavy with regret and she only wishes to be with her true love once again.
