Ian Wavewalker (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
wavewalker) wrote2011-07-22 08:31 pm
wavewalker) wrote2011-07-22 08:31 pm
SEVEN // Sleuthing AND pirating
A: PHONE: AFTERNOON
Grady- Olney- whoever he was- is dead. I know some of you won't be surprised by the news. It was broadcast to the town at large, after all. Others have likely mentioned it as well.
He was found floating in the pool at the recreation center- which some of likely already know as well. Half of his face had been blown off, but he was still alive- for all intents and purposes. I gather he wasn't allowed to die. I wasn't the first person to run across him, and I doubt I was the last.
He wouldn't tell me anything, but did he share anything with anyone else? Anything at all.
B: ACTION: 754 PARTRIDGE DRIVE
[ Anyone in the vicinity of 754 Partridge Drive will notice something a little strange in the backyard. Ian got a regain in the mail, you see, and when he opened the package he got, this suddenly sprouted from the top of the doghouse.
Ian can be seen traveling up and down the mast all day, for various reasons. At one point he travels up there with a large wad of black cloth. A little tinkering, and soon there's a flag flying proud, peeking over the top of the house. ]
Grady- Olney- whoever he was- is dead. I know some of you won't be surprised by the news. It was broadcast to the town at large, after all. Others have likely mentioned it as well.
He was found floating in the pool at the recreation center- which some of likely already know as well. Half of his face had been blown off, but he was still alive- for all intents and purposes. I gather he wasn't allowed to die. I wasn't the first person to run across him, and I doubt I was the last.
He wouldn't tell me anything, but did he share anything with anyone else? Anything at all.
B: ACTION: 754 PARTRIDGE DRIVE
[ Anyone in the vicinity of 754 Partridge Drive will notice something a little strange in the backyard. Ian got a regain in the mail, you see, and when he opened the package he got, this suddenly sprouted from the top of the doghouse.
Ian can be seen traveling up and down the mast all day, for various reasons. At one point he travels up there with a large wad of black cloth. A little tinkering, and soon there's a flag flying proud, peeking over the top of the house. ]
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Can I help you?
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I don't really care what order you do it in.
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Permission to lightning bolt your pirate flag?
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[Lightning launches from his hands and incinerates a good half of that pirate flag his neighbor put up.
The edges of what is left are now on fire.]
You do some pillaging of other houses on our street or I do that to your face.
And your family.
Your friends.
Your dog. You may have noticed that mine spends half it's time cooked with it's legs in the air.
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Gods damn it, what's wrong with you?!
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So, amuse me and go pillage someone or I fry you and see if your eyes pop.
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You want to get something important out of there? I'd like to start this while you're inside but will settle for this instant.
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So, "tag", you're it!
BOLT 2!
[This one arched past and struck a nearby tree a few yards down. It was aimed close though, the air was charged and hair would stand on end.]
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Fine. Fine. You want me to pillage someone?