Six Sickles

[vodkadrinksyou]

[Oh. Hello, Template. Feeling good, are you? Enjoying your Thanksgiving? Guess what! So's Russia. Well, it looks like he's enjoying something, since he's smiling, but if you take a second look, you'd notice that it's...off. Very off. Like it doesn't quite match anything at all. Which is just how he likes it. He's humming a song, too. Tchaikovsky

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[stained_wing]

[PINGED BY BLOOD AND GAMES] What sort of game?

[vodkadrinksyou]

Any. I know a lot. I'm good at roulette, and risk, and chess, and war, and card games, and snowball fights. I'm good at baseball, too, even though it's American. I can play anything, da? They just won't play with me so it's not fair. Not fair at all.

[stained_wing]

With them? The people who can't see us? They're only good for getting rid of.

[vodkadrinksyou]

They're ignoring me for now. But--but see, I can make them see me. I just have to hit them with this and they'd notice me.

[stained_wing]

Trust me. I've done this before. They don't notice you. They just die. It's fun, though.

[vodkadrinksyou]

It's their fault they died. For not noticing me. Da? Da.

[stained_wing]

[She mostly just demonstrates by grabbing a random person, and neatly snapping their neck with a quick twist of their head.]

[vodkadrinksyou]

Your game is really fast.

[Accidentally smacks someone in the head with the pipe. Accidentally, of course.]

[stained_wing]

Not too bad, but you need more oomph. [Grabs two people and mashes their skulls together in a horrible burst of gore and blood.] Like so.

[vodkadrinksyou]

[Nice burst of gore and blood. He attempts to thwack another NPC with the pipe.]

Da, like so?

[stained_wing]

Well, it depends. If you want them to stop and listen to you, hit them like this. [She takes the pipe and caps some poor random person who hasn't had the sense of mind to GET THE HELL AWAY FROM THE SUDDEN BLOODY DEATHS right in the knee so he falls over screaming.] Then you can do whatever you want to - play with him, talk to him, that sort of thing. Or, now that he's not moving around as much, you can just [BAM HEADSHOTS. Head comes clean off.] It's like playing golf.

[vodkadrinksyou]

Oh, I'm not much of a golf fan. But thanks for the advice! It'll come in very handy!

[Salutes!]

[stained_wing]

Hm. You did say you liked baseball...

[vodkadrinksyou]

Hm. Let me think for a second.

[You know those people who don't know how to leave? One of their heads just got smacked like a line drive.]

Don't know how you'd find a catcher's mitt big enough, though....

[stained_wing]

What we need is a... aha. [She kicks one of the headless corpses into the middle of the road just as the poor sap who is trying to catch the last bit of motorcycle weather is driving down. The bike flips, and dude goes flying. Luckily, his helmet prevents horrible damage! ... and then Tav removes it, along with his head. She pulls open the strap, pulling out the head and tossing it up and down like a ball, before starting to break the edges off of the helmet to widen it out a bit.] This could do. Do you prefer pitching or batting?

[vodkadrinksyou]

That should work! Good job, comrade.

[Thinks for a second.]

Batting. Definitely.

[So many body parts to choose from out here...this head looks reasonably together. That pipe's really coming in handy right about now.]