ARMS OF MARCY RECRUITMENT POST.

[cqcingly]

((OOC: Here's how this post will work! You, the prospective midboss comment here, doing... whatever your character may typically do. Working out, eating, masturbating furiously to The Little Mermaid, whatever! The Boss will find you and convince you that it is a good idea to help her commit acts of terror. Actually playing out the recruitment

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[thecurryisalie]

[hanging out in his lab, seventeen different episodes of The Beverly Hillbillies playing on seventeen different video monitors, as he tinkers with what could be either a nuclear device or an electronic back massager]

[cqcingly]

Don't move.

[thecurryisalie]

--ku?

[cqcingly]

The men guarding you are dead. You're coming with me, Kurumanov.

[thecurryisalie]

Iyaaan~ so forceful~

[thecurryisalie]

How did you get past the flying buzzsaw hall?

[cqcingly]

Well-timed execution of the triangle button. But enough questions, its time to go.

[thecurryisalie]

... tch. Next time, faster saws.

[cqcingly]

I said it's time to go.

[thecurryisalie]

All right, all right.

Ah, you might want to grab the plutonium. It's next to the Wii.

[cqcingly]

Of course. Was there any other equipment you needed?

[thecurryisalie]

[bounces off his chair and grabs a few things. possibly from hammerspace. they all go into a very gay Mary Poppins bag!]

Toothbrush, iPod, fake mustache, laptop, instant curry, fedora, doomsday button... Kukuku~ Looks like I'm set for the weekend.

[cqcingly]

Very well. It is all prepared then. I shall find us new comrades, and then the Arms of Marcy shall rise. From the center of this desolate place, we will force those that dwell here to feel again. They may draw breath, but their hearts do not beat. Inside, they are dead, un-knowing, unfeeling. A heart can not be restarted without force. We shall be the strike, we shall be the shock, we shall be that force that breathes life back into the lifeless! We will show them death, and so return life! They will know Pain and Sorrow, Fear and Joy, once they are allowed again, to see the End.

... don't forget you pajamas.

[thecurryisalie]

I sleep in the nude.

[cqcingly]

How could I forget? [grabs his bag, and the plutonium]

Come.

[thecurryisalie]

[finishes putting up an obnoxiously generic AIM away message]

Right.