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Larry pointed his gun at Cid and walked slowly toward the drawer. "For your sake, bud, it better be a copy of the Geneva Conventions." Larry threatened, keeping his finger coiled round the trigger. He shook the envelope off with his free hand and read it to himself.

"What? What is it?" The Mason demanded. Larry nervously ran his fingers through his hair and gave it to him. The letter was then read out loud by the Cheesemason who was in utter disbelief.

It read:
Dear Dad,

Are you a moron?!? You really expected me to follow everything you told me to do blindly, just like I watched you do to Cid? You did, and look what it caused me. I'm dead. I knew that mission would be a suicide mission; as soon as you said what it was, I knew. And I had to laugh at your stupidity. Cause at that moment, I realized that you had never read past the first line in the Sacred Texts. 'We Cheesemasons used to be a poor people.'

What you never got was the rest of that paragraph. 'We were threatened, and abused because we were a different bunch than the locals. When we were able to survive easier, we got our revenge on the townsfolk by creating the one thing they had never tried, but couldn't stop eating after they had: cheese. It was with this, that our supreme revenge began.'

Dad, if you had read past that point, you would have realized that the Sacred Texts were actually a manual for getting revenge on those who wronged us. Like you, Dad, and what Cid was trying to do. Get revenge on those that wronged him. In a way, I'm glad that I'm dead, because that means that I don't have to suffer your perversion of the Cheesemason name. At least Cid, the son that you disowned from the family, became a true mason in his own right.

Clyde

After he was finished reading, the Mason dropped the paper and fell to his knees. Larry waved his hand out in front of the Cheesemason's eyes and snapped his fingers but got no response. A single tear appeared in his left eye. "You son of a b***h!" yelled Larry, putting his eye to the gun's sights "What in the hell was that letter all about? Who's this Clyde?"

((I don't want the position myself, seeing as my last RP went down like a lead zeppelin. However, I would like to nominate Frogtaur for the position, seeing how he's done a great job keeping the thread moving forward so far.))

((OOC: Yeah, Frogtaur can count on my vote.))

Larry put his gun to Cid's head and glared in his eyes "Look bud, you're coming with us and you're coming with us now. I just don't give a damn about this Clyde of yours, my mission wasn't even you." he said, pointing his head over to Cyrith "It was him. Come on, Cyrith. It looks like your mission is over. Mine, however ain't until I get you back."

(( Heh, I was considering filling in the app, but I'm not sure whether I'd be any good, seeing as I'm in bed lately with a really bad back. No laptop ftl. Plus, my track record lately has been... patchy to say the least.

Froggie gets my vote razz

One question however, if I do decide to apply, what does the section about 'Example of a Leadership RP' mean? We neeed to provide an RP where we've been in a leadership role, or just type a bit of leadership RP there and then?))

It was happening again, with the dreaded familiarity that came with it every time it occurred.

A door, the door to his house, Moskova River behind him, threatening to flood, to overwhelm him. The door was open, but that was wrong, it wasn't open, it was on the floor.

He cries, knowing whats next, tears mixing with the relentless rain. It wasn't rain anymore, it was red, it tasted metallic.

The man stumbles through the doorway, soaked in red, sobbing, calling out two names. Cries come to his ears. Upstairs, upstairs, the climb is never-ending, moving him down the stairs the harder he tries to get up them.

He prevails, walks into the room, the room of his son. There, in the cot. Too dark, no light, how can he know what has happened. His wish was granted, a lightning flash through the open window, wind blows the curtains apart. Blood, blank eyes, a howl of grief from the man as he bent down to cradle his dead son.

Stumbling down the stairs, he goes to the main room, but the hall stretches on forever, everything is so slow, his sons cries still in his ears. The door leaps in front of him, his view swimming. He tries to open the door into the main room, the handle is coated in blood, no grip, his hand keeps slipping. It flies open of its own accord.

There she lay, in a pool of blood. Even in death she still looked beautiful. Why, why, why did they kill his wife and son? He collapses to his knees, the blood spreading across the floor. The door shuts, and the blood still spreads, it rises, faster and faster. A face, grinning at him through his grief. He will pay, they will all pay. The blood rises ever higher, over his face, and he gasps for air.

All he knows is blackness.

Hrisskar shot up bolt upright in bed, in a cold sweat, gasping. Holding his head in his hand he stifled a dry sob. His other hand went to his wallet, flipping it open, so he could look upon their faces again.

Liza, Ludovic. I'm so sorry...

He eventually fell asleep again, his body wracked by sobs.

((Edited post up top. Backstory people! Hope you like it ;D

Larry blew air out of his nose in frustration, picking up the knocked-out Cheesemason and carrying him out of the base.

Larry was silent the whole trip out of the base, angry at Cyrith for 'helping out' Cid with his dysfuntional Ricki Lake Show-worthy family problems after Larry had just risked his life trying to rescue Cyrith from the former. What the hell kind of a person takes a swing at a man who is damn near comotose with depression anyway?!

One thing that particularly pissed Larry off was the fact that even after he had gone to all the trouble to stop the portal from opening and (almost) having it do just that, it all of a sudden turned out to be a fake. What a country!

But that was nothing compared to Cid's raving lunacy about God being a woman. "What a head case that Cid was." Larry finally said out loud when they reached the front "He is not only obsessed with revenge but also with stupidity. He needs a therapist or a swift kick in the head. Either way, I'd pay for it..."

At last Larry reached the site of the portal back to the Cheesemason's base and went through, dropping his cheese-eating comrade on the floor to rest off his wounds. "Better reset the portal, take us back home." he told Cyrith.

After what he just went through, Larry solemnly swore to himself he would never go on another joint mission like this one again.

((OOC: I think there might be a liiiiiittle bit of my frustration on creative differences reflected in this post. xd ))

((


Ah, no. It is not reasonable to ask everyone in the thread to stop what they're doing just so you can include the words "A few days later" in your post. Vanishing for a couple of days IRL is all right, but a couple days of real time doesn't mean anything in game time. If your character must do something else for a while in game time, rescue the cat or argue with a stewardess on the plane back from Spain or something, but NO MORE time skips.

Oh, and I stuck the stuff on the Uruboros in the Library.
))

A church, Demannu, 20mi S of MMHQ

The church was nearly empty, which was normal for a weekday. The secretary on duty didn't see Maro run down the carpeted hall outside the office. Maro was looking for one particular room. When Maro had entered this world, he had come in through the basement of this church. He had never returned for fear of spies, but he had everything he needed to open a portal to Thanatos, and he only needed a few minutes to do it.
While looking for the basement, he was almost caught once. He saw Groundwalker looking for him and ducked back through the doorway he had just come through without being seen. The close call made him even more nervous and scared than he was before. When he found the basement door, he quickly - but quietly - locked himself in.
The basement of the church had been converted into a lounge and games room. Blue bean bag chairs were left out around a TV set and DVD player. A ping pong table filled the center of the room. Chairs and a table were set up on the other side of the room, and playing cards were spread out on the table, as if the players had had to leave but intended to pick up where they left off the next time they were around.
Maro dropped the plastic bag on a chair and hauled the ping pong table into the corner to make a clear area in the center of the room. Then he opened the bag and pulled out a stack of cardboard and a roll of duct tape. This was not ordinary cardboard. Maro had soaked each piece with virgin's blood (his own, but he would never admit that) and spent weeks infusing them with demonic power. When assembled, the pieces would form a large circle which had to be placed around his point of entry. Thanatos had been very clear on this. Maro carefully taped the pieces of the circle to the carpeting, and to the wall when he realized that he had made the circle too big to fit in the room.
There were three pieces of cardboard left on the chair when Joel shot the lock off the door.