no wonder venom always feels like his first grade teacher >:[anemptydecapoDecember 3 2011, 01:14:29 UTC
...what?
The assassin's hands finally dropped down enough from his face to stare at the other man with one confused eye. He wasn't being negative: he was being honest. They failed in their task at locating Landel. That had been the entirety of their plan and-- they just went the wrong way? What did that even mean? It most certainly did not mean they hadn't failed. Any mistakes they made did not excuse them and there wasn't any time for them to pretend like they did. It was a simple thing to understand, something that couldn't just be shrugged away with Zanuff's startling amounts blind optimism: there was a goal and it was not met. They...
Kch. All at once, the irritation drained out of him. He rarely bothered arguing with the ninja on a good day. He wasn't going to start right now, which meant, surprisingly, he took Zanuff's question exactly the way it had been meant to come out as. Despite Chipp's penchant for misunderstanding what Venom meant, it was rare for it to be the other way around.
"Later," he repeated quietly, the annoyance in his words giving way to exhaustion again as his palms went back against his eyes and he tugged his legs away once more now that his colleague started moving. As pathetic as he felt for the lack of progress over the past week (...or, to be honest, the past two weeks), he knew by now that he was just as incredibly stubborn as Zanuff was. He wasn't going to give up. He never would, not when Master Zato was still under their control. No matter what it was they tried to do to him, he would break their power over his lord. He had to. He'd never be at peace until he saved him.
But right now... Right now, his eyes were closing again. "Later."
chipp likes to wonder what being in first grade is like [chinhands]chippforprezDecember 4 2011, 05:12:14 UTC
That was the answer Chipp wanted to hear, and he just nodded in approval. Indeed, Chipp did not view last night as a failure, but rather a pretty big setback. Alright, so Landel had the advantage here now that he was back in power, but Chipp was of the opinion that people die when they are killed failure meant giving up, and that was the last thing on his mind. He made his promise to his Master, so there was no way he was going to give up on that promise.
Unfortunately for Venom, the ninja had more questions. So many more questions, and for some reason, he decided Venom was in the shape to answer them, even though he himself felt tired. Not tired enough to keep his mouth shut, as Chipp turned his head to speak again.
"Okay, that's decided. Then what about the soldiers? They're all gone. What's with the nurses?" They weren't in a hospital... So why all of the staff? Chipp was very aware of the injuries that he and Venom sustained, but he didn't see anyone else who looked too badly beaten up. That was a bit of a surprise considering how insane last night was with those monsters running loose. And speaking of that... "Why the hell do they just pretend nothing happened? It's like they're completely clueless about this place!"
talk to ky kiske for more than ten minutes. you'll know.anemptydecapoDecember 4 2011, 14:40:36 UTC
Nngh, Zanuff was still asking questions.
"I'm not sure where the soldiers went," the Guild Head began with a mumble, and he forced his eyes back open, "but it was like this before the military arrived. Landel has a habit of parading this institute as an asylum, though evidently not for our sake." His elaborate production numbers at night revolving around how small and insignificant they were in comparison to his glorious maze spoke for itself. As off-putting and tiring as the treatment was, Venom was certain by now that the act wasn't for them. That would imply they were the ones this narcissistic bastard cared about.
"The staff acts oblivious because they are," he continued as he sunk deeper into the couches' cushions, by now having fully given up on completely moving the ninja from off his legs. He couldn't find it in himself to continue caring despite a small corner of his mind objecting to the physical contact like some sort of buzzing alarm. "They don't understand what happens at night and they won't believe anything you say to them. It's the same for anyone not in this building. To them, we're just mental patients."
Venom was slightly aware of how that warning could have easily left the mouth of someone much more paranoid and prone to conspiracy than he himself was. That was always the downside of actually being trapped in a horrible mystery novel, wasn't it?
WOW first grade sucks. [hmph] stupid kiske ruining everything I likechippforprezDecember 7 2011, 04:46:10 UTC
"Wait... what?"
An asylum? This place was like this before the military showed up? The military wasn't in charge to begin with? All of this sounded vaguely familiar, like Chipp just happened to hear this information from a certain someone he met during his first night stuck here, but it was just now sinking in now that he actually was seeing the Institute in its "natural" state. Even now, with context, it was making little sense to the ninja. At the very least, he was beginning to truly understand that it was making little sense to everyone else too.
So, instead of having to put up with soldiers, he had to deal with clueless nurses? That made things sound easier to deal with, yet no one was still trying anything. Chipp was far too tired to even contemplate trying to take this chance to storm out of here, but even he was a bit weirded out by how even Venom wasn't bothering. Could these nurses also set fire? Maybe they were still armed in their own way; hell if he knew. All he knew was that this was getting really weird.
"I don't get it... Tch, nevermind, this whole place is messed up," The ninja admitted defeat, yawning loudly. "I don't even care anymore, I'm just gonna kick some ass once I get some more sleep..."
That was the idea, but Chipp had to admit... he didn't feel right picking as fight with the nurses, even if they might be armed Magic-wielding warriors in disguise. Maybe it just felt wrong to attack a hospital worker after being surrounded by soldiers with guns for a few days. In fact, this whole thing felt surreal enough to disturb Chipp enough from fully falling asleep, which was bad news for both him and Venom.
"Hey, how come no one is trying anything, anyway? They're just nurses, right?"
that's what kiske does, man. he's a buzzkill.anemptydecapoDecember 9 2011, 17:06:06 UTC
"Trying anything...?" What was he-- ah, did he mean attacking them? Considering the ninja's usual track-record of violence, that sounded like the easiest answer. Too tired to bother with a different meaning, the assassin went with that.
Though it was a good question. He couldn't remember the last time he'd threatened harm to any of the hospital staff. The soldiers were given as much spite as the Guild Head could manage without having to take a bullet to the head, but the nurses... There had to be a reason aside from their innocence that Venom rarely acted against them. It wasn't the orderlies: if he could be silenced simply because his opponent was bigger than him, he would neither be the leader of the Assassin's Guild nor alive. It wasn't the lingering threat of sedation: to be honest he'd rarely ever seen any of them wielding a syringe. It wasn't his lack of power: even without being able to wield Magic, he knew he had a chance.
Kch. His hands finally dropped from his face, the fingers of his right hand uselessly scraping against carpet as his arm dangled off the side of the couch. It couldn't have just been his own restraint. There had to have been a reason.
"They might be zombies." He had yet to be entirely sure about that, but, even in a state of waning consciousness, he considered it a better answer than I don't know.
he's either killing buzzes or breaking up with sol fatguychippforprezDecember 10 2011, 21:45:54 UTC
.... Zombies.
If Chipp had been more awake, even he would be slightly more questioning of Venom's logic. Instead, he was operating under the assumptions that a) Venom was here before the military took over, whenever that was and b) he had no reason to fuck with Chipp. Therefore, he was more accepting then he should have been of the suggestion that the nurses were members of the ravenous undead and he started to think of things that would support this assertion. People not attacking them was one of those things.
That made... a surprising amount of sense in his addled mind.
"So, if they're zombies, then they're like the monsters that attack us at night?" It was a logical conclusion to make in Chipp's mind: the Institute was crawling with monsters, therefore the Institute was staffed with monsters. Made sense. Still was creepy as hell. He was far too tired to deeply consider it.
ky kiske is officially guilty gear's britta perryanemptydecapoDecember 12 2011, 17:11:14 UTC
If it was any consolation to Zanuff: no, Venom was not "fucking" with him. Regardless of how much the assassin insisted the ninja annoyed him, he wouldn't do that to an ally. There was a perfectly sound and logical explanation behind his seemingly otherwise profound leap in logic... he just couldn't remember what that explanation was right now. It had something to do with Doyleton, he was sure. Something about the undead and Next Wave and townfolk. Something that, when he came to the conclusion before, managed to spark a sense of fear and urgency in him. He was sure he had it written down.
Goddamn it, his head hurt.
Venom's left arm went back to cover his closed eyes and his head lolled back against the couch's arm. He would have liked to shift positions if his legs weren't currently trapped and falling asleep. "I suppose," he answered with a voice that clearly suggested the rest of him was falling asleep as well. "They aren't aware of it." Or so he'd been led to believe.
he sure loves them baggels.chippforprezDecember 13 2011, 20:39:38 UTC
So they were zombies... and they didn't even know it. That made perfect sense. It was like Chipp's eyes were open, only metaphorically because they were rapidly closing fast as Chipp blinked in a futile attempt to keep them open. Damnit, he couldn't go back to sleep when they were having important discussions... Except he really wanted to, especially when he was actually getting to sleep without nightmares for once. But... still... plans!
"Did Landel do this to them? Maybe if we tell them they're zombies, they'll join us..." Chipp mumbled, deciding to announce every thought in his head in a futile effort to keep himself awake and keep the conversation going. "I mean... Because they're zombies... and they don't even know it... I'd be pissed off if that happened to me."
And it'd be great if they could have the staff as their allies. With everyone working together, they'd definitely be able to overwhelm Landel and kick his ass to next Sunday. It was an awesome plan. A great plan. "Landel can't overcome everyone and a zombie horde..."
That was the last Chipp was able to mumble before he drifted off for a moment, which meant he was no longer trying to keep himself on the couch. The natural result, then, was him slipping off and getting a very rude awakening when his head collided with the floor.
The assassin's hands finally dropped down enough from his face to stare at the other man with one confused eye. He wasn't being negative: he was being honest. They failed in their task at locating Landel. That had been the entirety of their plan and-- they just went the wrong way? What did that even mean? It most certainly did not mean they hadn't failed. Any mistakes they made did not excuse them and there wasn't any time for them to pretend like they did. It was a simple thing to understand, something that couldn't just be shrugged away with Zanuff's startling amounts blind optimism: there was a goal and it was not met. They...
Kch. All at once, the irritation drained out of him. He rarely bothered arguing with the ninja on a good day. He wasn't going to start right now, which meant, surprisingly, he took Zanuff's question exactly the way it had been meant to come out as. Despite Chipp's penchant for misunderstanding what Venom meant, it was rare for it to be the other way around.
"Later," he repeated quietly, the annoyance in his words giving way to exhaustion again as his palms went back against his eyes and he tugged his legs away once more now that his colleague started moving. As pathetic as he felt for the lack of progress over the past week (...or, to be honest, the past two weeks), he knew by now that he was just as incredibly stubborn as Zanuff was. He wasn't going to give up. He never would, not when Master Zato was still under their control. No matter what it was they tried to do to him, he would break their power over his lord. He had to. He'd never be at peace until he saved him.
But right now... Right now, his eyes were closing again. "Later."
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Unfortunately for Venom, the ninja had more questions. So many more questions, and for some reason, he decided Venom was in the shape to answer them, even though he himself felt tired. Not tired enough to keep his mouth shut, as Chipp turned his head to speak again.
"Okay, that's decided. Then what about the soldiers? They're all gone. What's with the nurses?" They weren't in a hospital... So why all of the staff? Chipp was very aware of the injuries that he and Venom sustained, but he didn't see anyone else who looked too badly beaten up. That was a bit of a surprise considering how insane last night was with those monsters running loose. And speaking of that... "Why the hell do they just pretend nothing happened? It's like they're completely clueless about this place!"
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"I'm not sure where the soldiers went," the Guild Head began with a mumble, and he forced his eyes back open, "but it was like this before the military arrived. Landel has a habit of parading this institute as an asylum, though evidently not for our sake." His elaborate production numbers at night revolving around how small and insignificant they were in comparison to his glorious maze spoke for itself. As off-putting and tiring as the treatment was, Venom was certain by now that the act wasn't for them. That would imply they were the ones this narcissistic bastard cared about.
"The staff acts oblivious because they are," he continued as he sunk deeper into the couches' cushions, by now having fully given up on completely moving the ninja from off his legs. He couldn't find it in himself to continue caring despite a small corner of his mind objecting to the physical contact like some sort of buzzing alarm. "They don't understand what happens at night and they won't believe anything you say to them. It's the same for anyone not in this building. To them, we're just mental patients."
Venom was slightly aware of how that warning could have easily left the mouth of someone much more paranoid and prone to conspiracy than he himself was. That was always the downside of actually being trapped in a horrible mystery novel, wasn't it?
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An asylum? This place was like this before the military showed up? The military wasn't in charge to begin with? All of this sounded vaguely familiar, like Chipp just happened to hear this information from a certain someone he met during his first night stuck here, but it was just now sinking in now that he actually was seeing the Institute in its "natural" state. Even now, with context, it was making little sense to the ninja. At the very least, he was beginning to truly understand that it was making little sense to everyone else too.
So, instead of having to put up with soldiers, he had to deal with clueless nurses? That made things sound easier to deal with, yet no one was still trying anything. Chipp was far too tired to even contemplate trying to take this chance to storm out of here, but even he was a bit weirded out by how even Venom wasn't bothering. Could these nurses also set fire? Maybe they were still armed in their own way; hell if he knew. All he knew was that this was getting really weird.
"I don't get it... Tch, nevermind, this whole place is messed up," The ninja admitted defeat, yawning loudly. "I don't even care anymore, I'm just gonna kick some ass once I get some more sleep..."
That was the idea, but Chipp had to admit... he didn't feel right picking as fight with the nurses, even if they might be armed Magic-wielding warriors in disguise. Maybe it just felt wrong to attack a hospital worker after being surrounded by soldiers with guns for a few days. In fact, this whole thing felt surreal enough to disturb Chipp enough from fully falling asleep, which was bad news for both him and Venom.
"Hey, how come no one is trying anything, anyway? They're just nurses, right?"
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Though it was a good question. He couldn't remember the last time he'd threatened harm to any of the hospital staff. The soldiers were given as much spite as the Guild Head could manage without having to take a bullet to the head, but the nurses... There had to be a reason aside from their innocence that Venom rarely acted against them. It wasn't the orderlies: if he could be silenced simply because his opponent was bigger than him, he would neither be the leader of the Assassin's Guild nor alive. It wasn't the lingering threat of sedation: to be honest he'd rarely ever seen any of them wielding a syringe. It wasn't his lack of power: even without being able to wield Magic, he knew he had a chance.
Kch. His hands finally dropped from his face, the fingers of his right hand uselessly scraping against carpet as his arm dangled off the side of the couch. It couldn't have just been his own restraint. There had to have been a reason.
"They might be zombies." He had yet to be entirely sure about that, but, even in a state of waning consciousness, he considered it a better answer than I don't know.
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If Chipp had been more awake, even he would be slightly more questioning of Venom's logic. Instead, he was operating under the assumptions that a) Venom was here before the military took over, whenever that was and b) he had no reason to fuck with Chipp. Therefore, he was more accepting then he should have been of the suggestion that the nurses were members of the ravenous undead and he started to think of things that would support this assertion. People not attacking them was one of those things.
That made... a surprising amount of sense in his addled mind.
"So, if they're zombies, then they're like the monsters that attack us at night?" It was a logical conclusion to make in Chipp's mind: the Institute was crawling with monsters, therefore the Institute was staffed with monsters. Made sense. Still was creepy as hell. He was far too tired to deeply consider it.
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Goddamn it, his head hurt.
Venom's left arm went back to cover his closed eyes and his head lolled back against the couch's arm. He would have liked to shift positions if his legs weren't currently trapped and falling asleep. "I suppose," he answered with a voice that clearly suggested the rest of him was falling asleep as well. "They aren't aware of it." Or so he'd been led to believe.
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"Did Landel do this to them? Maybe if we tell them they're zombies, they'll join us..." Chipp mumbled, deciding to announce every thought in his head in a futile effort to keep himself awake and keep the conversation going. "I mean... Because they're zombies... and they don't even know it... I'd be pissed off if that happened to me."
And it'd be great if they could have the staff as their allies. With everyone working together, they'd definitely be able to overwhelm Landel and kick his ass to next Sunday. It was an awesome plan. A great plan. "Landel can't overcome everyone and a zombie horde..."
That was the last Chipp was able to mumble before he drifted off for a moment, which meant he was no longer trying to keep himself on the couch. The natural result, then, was him slipping off and getting a very rude awakening when his head collided with the floor.
"SHIT!"
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