[AW] War Room Activities

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  • I'm scratchin' at the bandage that someone slapped onto me where the bullet passed through my skin. It's an itchy fucker, and I still feel that dull ache, though I figger shock's probably keepin' it from really affectin' me. I watch Uncle as he moves and gives orders, scratchin' the bandage an' wonderin' if I can do that weird thing I did with Navarre on myself. Or if I should.

    Finally, Uncle gets around t'me, an' he's lookin' at me real deep. I let my eyes go dead, an' I return his gaze.

    "Fuck if I know, Lars. I got access to Mimi's girls, an' a bumpy little shack here, an' a few fancy little doodads I've had fer a while. Not much else. Maybe he wants me for my stunnin' good looks." I don' smile. "Fact is, I was gonna ask you the same questions. Why the fuck did he want me. And was it ever on the table to turn me over to 'em." At the last words, I make sure I'm lookin' into Uncle's eyes. Not challengin' him, but makin' sure he knows the significance o' whatever the answer woulda been to that question. Then I look over at Seville an' nod.

    "But why don' you let me tear into this fucker's head. I swear I'll find out what he wants from me. Hell, maybe I won't even have to go into his skull. I'm what the fucker wants. Maybe he'll open up to me. Whether he likes it or not. Because fact is, Lars, I wanna know what the fuck he and that bitch wanted with me, just as much as you do. An' somethin's tellin' me that it's more'n a bit important."
  • Let's say [x] = a guy named Exit. Came along after the war with Dog Head ended and joined up with the Rough Riders. He's a mean sonofabitch, but he's effective and always gets the job done.

    Princy salutes you.

    "I'll warn Crutch and let him know."

    Princy is gone. He's slow, but he's still moving with a purpose.

    Assuming you've dismissed Kirk, he nods, soaking up all the information laid out before him and heads off to round up Exit and his squad.

    Gritch launches into his response, and just as he finishes you hear three shots ring out loud. Sounds like they're coming from the marketplace. Sounds like they had a steady cadence. Like - bang. bang. bang. Just like that. Three in a row. Same spacing between 'em. And, probably a 9mm. Who's wasting fucking ammo? Or, are they wasting it? You don't know. But, something just went down.
  • "Sounds like yer jurisdiction, there, Lars." I take out a cigarette and light up. "Could be just another one o' the animals lettin' off some steam, but somethin' makes me doubt it. Want me t'stay in here with this fucker while you go check it out?" I eye Seville as I talk. I don' know what the fuck he's wearin', but it don' look good, an' it's got me a bit concerned. That said, though, the fucker wanted me. Hell, he knew to take my glove. He knew a bit more about me than I liked, an' I wanna know how an' why. Uncle wouldn't mind if I went rifling through the fucker's brain while he dealt with those gunshots, would he?
  • I wait a few more seconds, listening. If it's just those three shots, I guess it isn't any firefight. Either someone's fucking around, or someone's trying to get some attention. Normally I'd check it out, but today isn't normal.

    "Mo, check that out and report. If it needs my attention, just come get me. Cedar, go with her."

    I turn my attention to Seville. He's bound to a chair with leather straps, gagged with a rag from in the kitchen. I step in front of him. I don't like the idea of putting Gritch on Seville. Having him deal with ghosts is one thing, but I don't know how his spooky shit works. So I dunno if I can trust anything he finds out that way, do I?

    "Well ... let's see what he has to say, first."

    "Seville. Y'just heard my man report: we have your girl put away safe and sound, if that matters to you any. But let's just say I like her more than I like you. She's professional. I respect that. You, though, you just can't seem to keep your hands off my family. That's not smart, Seville. It really ain't."

    "I want, basically, four things from you. The first one, you know. I want my little girl back, and helping me with that is maybe the only thing that'll give this story a happy ending for you. Second, I want to know how to disarm this fool bomb of yours. Third, I'd like to hear how you've been gathering intel on my camp. Last, I wanna know why you're looking for Gritch here, just to satisfy my curiosity."

    "Those things are why you're still alive. If you don't want to help me, if I think you're fucking around with me, I have no compunction about dragging you out onto the mountain, staking you out somewhere nice and open, and gutting you then and there. Hell, it'd make me feel a little better, wouldn't it? I'll put a sniper on you for good measure, then just walk home and listen for the bang. We on the same page?"

    I'm watching his eyes. I'm serious, and I think he probably knows I have no reason to lie in this matter.

    "Alright then. Let's talk."

    I step around behind him (he can only see Gritch for a moment), and I untie the gag.
  • While I'm watching his eyes, I'm trying to get in his head.

    Read Seville: #DiceRoller( 2d6+1 )
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    Bah, again. Unless my read from earlier in applicable, but it was mostly tangential to this matter (but I am asking Seville about the bomb, and about how he got intel on me).

    Even so: xp (3)
  • While Uncle is goin' to untie the gag on Seville...on a hunch...I wanna open my brain to the Maelstrom and sneak a peek at how Seville looks in ghostlight.

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    I toss my cigarette on the ground, an' then I close my eyes for a moment, an' when I open 'em up, I feel the cold pluckin' at my skin. I got better at containin' it over the years, or at least at not noticin' it, but it's always there. Before my eyes, I see frost and ice riming everything, an' I see shadows that ain't there, an' green light slippin' across surfaces, comin' from nowhere. I ain't never looked at Uncle this way afore...didn't think I was gonna see anythin' weird, but I just wasn't sure, and didn't risk his ire. But I think now's the time.
  • Mo and Cedar move out. Just as they're out of view, but obviously not to the market yet, you hear several more shots. This time, in an erratic sequence. Bang. Bang-Bang. Bang. Sounds like the same weapon.

    Seville is gazing back into your eyes as you speak to him. He's clearly trying to get a read on you also. His demeanor is ice cold though. You can't tell what he's thinking or feeling about your threats.

    Seville licks the inside of his mouth. The kitchen rag obviously didn't settle well with him.

    "Bring me some water. I can't talk with this sick taste in my mouth."
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    Time slows down a bit. Uncle's still moving and talking, but it's slow and otherworldly. Seville's soul is wide open, clinging to his frame, but you can see it trying to get out. This ghostly image of him is crawling right out of Seville's body, but it can't quite get all the way. What's it doing? Why does it want out? You're not sure. But, you have this sneaking suspicion that there's more to Seville than let's on. And, then, the soul turns to you. To you, Gritch. And, in it's echoing voice, it talks. Just briefly.

    "Dog Head? I see you."
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    My eyes flick to the door. The gunfire worries me, Gritch can tell.

    But I step around to Seville's side, and he can hear me unscrewing the cap on a flask. I tip it to his lips. It's not water, it's whatever moonshine we make around here. Applejack, probably.
  • Seville turns his gaze to Gritch, and his eyes seem to insinuate some unspoken message.

    And, then, the Applejack hits his lips and he spits it out all over the place.

    "Ugh!"

    Seville keeps on spitting.

    "Fuck you, Lars."

    How can Seville get you to give him some actual water?
  • Spector, you, Exit and his crew are riding up to Uncle's cottage about this time. You see Mo and Cedar heading off together toward the marketplace. A couple gunshots still echoing across the mountainside. Exit looks uneasy about it, but he takes you on up to Uncle's place.

    "We're gonna go see what's going on at the front lawn."

    Exit waits there until he sees you go on up into Uncle's place.
  • "Taste's gone, ain't it?"

    But really, ok, if he's going to bitch about it, I guess he can get some actual water. I move around to the kitchen, slop some water into a cup (maybe Seville's teacup, if it survived the altercation intact) and bring it around to him.

    "Personally, I feel water sanitation isn't what it once was."

    I'm beside him again, and he can have a few sips of water.
  • He takes the water, cautiously.

    "Thank you. What are my guarantees that after I tell you what I know you won't just go ahead and kill me anyways?"

    Seville's looking at you now. He's judging your response harshly.
  • Should kill him now. Should kill him now.

    The words're dashin' for my lips, but they don' quite make it out. I stifle 'em before they're given life, 'cuz I know the consequences if I said 'em. Not only'd Uncle probably take it a bit harshly, but Seville'd shut up immediately, an' we both wanna hear more. No, I ain't gonna say it. But I'm gonna keep thinkin' it.

    I have an inklin' of what the fuck I just saw, an' I don' like it. Don' like it at all. Not least because...what the fuck did he say to me? "Dog Head? I see you." What the fuck is that?

    No. Don' like this at all.

    "What kind of guarantee would you like? Hell, I'll promise if it'll make you feel better." I snort to m'self, doin' my best not to let the thoughts ringin' through my head show on my face. "'Sides, what are your guarantees we won't just take what we want to know an' kill you anyways?"
  • I walk right in. As I understand things, a closed door tells me to knock, and this door can't close. I'm holding the high-tech safe-cracker as I look around at the carnage and whistle. At the first break in the conversation, "You wanted me Lars? Hell of a day for all of us."
  • Seville hears you, Gritch. But, he's waitin' on Uncle's answer (Uncle's in control here, we've already established that. Heh.).
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    Quite reasonably, I think, I point out:

    "You don't tell me how to unstrap that bomb of yours, you're pretty much guaranteeing that."

    "Besides that, well. Let's be realistic. I don't aim to let you outlive me, not with what you've done to me and mine. But I can be patient. And my little girl is more important to me than you ... I can always deal with you some other day, so your life for hers isn't much of a contest. You guessed that much right, bright boy."

    "Now that's not a guarantee, I suppose, but fuck that. Unless you want to go by my word, there ain't no guarantees in this world. I remind you, though, that you're in this position because you lost your head, and because you sent your girl at Gritch without any fucking idea what you were getting her into. Hell, you've already lost at least two men and a goddamn hot air balloon, when you could'a just put together a gang and snatched Gritch while he was out of camp on business."

    Aside: "Not to put ideas in his head or anything, Gritch."

    "You want to keep grandstanding, that's your lookout. But the thing that's really, really going to get you killed is screwing around with me while I'm looking for my daughter."
  • Focusing on Seville, I think, so:

    "Yeah, it's been like that, Spector. Glad you could come by."
  • Seville is following along, keeping note of your tone and inflection.

    "That's one thing I'm not going to be able to help you with, Lars. I didn't attach the bomb. Someone else did that. But, I might be able to help you get your girl back. Thing is, it's a little more complicated than I originally presented... But, considering the way things have turned, my life isn't as insured as I planned. We're going to have to work this out - because as I'm seeing it, my options here are: die or tell you what I know and die. Let's try to make it: die or tell you what I know and live. Eh?"

    How could Seville get you to let him go to deal with him another day?

    As Spector walks in, Seville's eyes go to that thing in Spector's hands. Seville recognizes it.
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    Oh, I really, despite what I'm saying, do not want to let Seville go. If given a chance, I'll rescue my girl and see Seville dead, both together. But I'm not being dishonest, either: I'm willing to trade if I have to.

    The problem is that I just about will not let Seville go without knowing, for sure, that my daughter's safe. And then, if I know for sure that my daughter's safe, I'm likely to kill Seville instead of letting Seville go.

    It might be possible to arrange a traditional hostage exchange, with Seville and Jean crossing open ground heading toward their respective sides, snipers from both sides watching the exchange until the hostages are both with their people, etc. But I'm likely to try and pull something in a situation like that ... it would have to be planned out in such a way that there just doesn't seem to be any feasible way for me to sabotage it without risking Jean. If that's possible, then that.

    Alternately, Seville could offer something extra. Like, let's get Jean back, and then he has this, a piece of information or whatever, which he can add to the pot after I let him go. If it sounds sweet enough, then that might do it. Seville could even lie about having something like that, if he doesn't think anyone will catch the lie.
  • I sort of wave the device at the prisoner as a gesture of recognition and smile. "Thank be! I'm glad this is part of your plan. Was the murderous boy yours too?"
  • But I say: "Yes. Let's try for that."

    I check Spector more properly.

    "You know anything about bombs, Spector? ... What's that you got?"
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    Seville sighs. He acknowledges your comment/question with a look, Spector, but he doesn't answer you directly.

    "Lars, I can see you're not going to let me go under the circumstances. So, let me pose this question to you..."

    He looks at each of you, Gritch, Spector, Marlene and then Uncle, in turn.

    "What if Jean is the one who sent us? You're wondering, how did we get in undetected? How did we know about your guard's shift-change? Who's the enemy among your own? What if there's nothing to exchange?"

    Seville leans back, trying to gauge your reaction to this question.
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    (ETA: Oops, kinda cross-posted. Does it still make sense, or should I change this?)

    "Lars, we're not lettin' this fucker go without gettin' a few more answers outta him, are we?" I've gathered that the fucker's got Uncle's daughter held somewhere, an' I can understand the man wantin' her back. But I need more, if I'm not gonna kill Seville straight away. I need to understand what I say, an' why the hell he wanted me.

    "I wanna know what he wanted with me, an' I'm willin' to do what I have to to his brain to get that knowledge."
  • "This very cool device was left on my lab door, cracking the combination lock. There was also a thug, but his soul is now one with the mist. They also left tire track like a small but honest-to-goodness biker gang. What do we have going on here?"

    I'm approaching the prisoner and inspecting the electronics. Is it of the same manufacture as the device I'm holding?

    "So...who is this bozo anyway?"
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    "Right now, Gritch, I actually kind of need this guy's brain intact. I'd rather you not be tearing into it, see?"

    I sound annoyed, on edge. I don't like what Gritch does, as a rule, and the situation isn't such that I'm particularly happy to tolerate any of the things that bug me. But do you want to try and persuade me? Hot's highlighted, isn't it?

    I round on Seville.

    "But if I believed you, Seville, and that shit's ludicrous, that would pretty much end any use I have for you, wouldn't it?"

    I turn, cross the room, look out the shattered window. But of course I can't see the market grounds from here. I try the applejack.

    "This is Seville. He snuck in here this morning with a bodyguard and tried to extort me into handing him Gritch in exchange for my daughter, who he claims is being held by some friends of old Dog Head. His intention was to make his escape, with Gritch, on that stupid fucking balloon his buddies flew in here just a bit ago. That's what all the wreckage is from, if you didn't catch it."

    "I want my girl. He wants to live, but he apparently let someone strap a bomb to him when he doesn't even know how to turn it the fuck off. Gritch, too, wants to know why Seville wants to sail off into the sunset an old ghost buster, and I can't really blame him."

    "Any thoughts?"
  • Spector, yes, they appear to be of similar tech-levels. However, you can't be certain that they came from the same place. The device appears to be intact, manufactured, for the most part, while the "bomb" or whatever appears to be a mish-mash of many parts from several devices concocted to work together. Whomever did this, oh man, they're good.
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    Seville, on Uncle's use for him.

    "Not necessarily. I have information about who she's allied with, where they are stationed, and why they wanted Gritch. Maybe we can work something out."
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