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Post by 42zombies on Sept 29, 2008 17:15:33 GMT -5
In an explosion of fire and damned souls, cheerleader-Senor Diablo appeared in the Ghost Town. "Hmm... I can feel Gigyas inside of my head... screaming out loud... God, who am I-- Johnny?"
With an irritated sigh, he began waiting for his promised help to arrive.
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Post by nintendonut1 on Oct 3, 2008 14:04:21 GMT -5
"...ah! There you are!" Peach waved him down. "...I lost the others, they were having a horrible tiff, and I decided I wanted no part of it."
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Post by 42zombies on Oct 3, 2008 15:17:33 GMT -5
"Let them occupy their lives how they want." Senor Diablo said simply. "Now, may we please extract Gigyas from my head? This form's... uncomfortable. I have a wife and I don't want her seeing me like this; it would be too awkward."
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Post by nintendonut1 on Oct 3, 2008 16:16:52 GMT -5
"Yes, of course!" Peach looked around. "We need to find a psychic... tell me, do they come here often? Is that why you told us to meet you here?"
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Post by 42zombies on Oct 3, 2008 17:30:28 GMT -5
"One comes here, for some reason." Senor Diablo confirmed. "Getting him to help will be difficult, though; he's known as Stefan, and he suffers from multiple personality syndrome. For some reason, this place brings out the worst in him."
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Post by nintendonut1 on Oct 3, 2008 21:30:01 GMT -5
"Oh, dear..." Peach gasped. "That's a big stretch... but what luck do we have finding the others, right?"
Meanwhile...
"Come on, Sasha, what luck do we have finding a jewel piece here? If there WAS one, someone would've grabbed it by now..."
The man sighed at his partner. "Razputin... the jewel piece story was an excuse to get you to come with me. The thing, or person, more accurately, we're looking for is becoming harder to control, not to mention more and more dangerous. It'd be best not to let you or your companions know the details until they're directly affected."
Raz looked at Sasha oddly. "What are you talking about?"
"Exactly."
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Post by 42zombies on Oct 4, 2008 8:06:03 GMT -5
"I feel they'd be quite good." Senor Diablo smiled slightly. "It seems we have some most-wanted company."
Someone watched Razputin and his mentor from atop an old building. The person wore an old, tattered suit with many holes in it. His red hair was wild and uncombed, and the glasses he wore did little to make him look civilized.
"Aquatos..."
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Post by nintendonut1 on Oct 4, 2008 12:07:46 GMT -5
"Oh!" Peach waved them down. "Hello!"
Raz stared at the princess, then at Sasha. "Is that who we're looking for?"
"Not quite. Still, best not to be rude." Sasha brought Raz over by the arm as they approached. "Greetings, ma'am. Is there something we could help you with?"
"Yes, actually... you two wouldn't happen to be psychics, would you?"
Sasha raised a brow. "...and if we are?" he replied, not noticing Raz glancing around suspiciously, having thought he felt something.
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Post by 42zombies on Oct 4, 2008 16:53:38 GMT -5
"I require some psychic assistance." The cheerleader of eternal damnation explained. "I trust you've gotten to know Gigyas by now? He's inside of me and I want him out."
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Post by nintendonut1 on Oct 5, 2008 23:20:55 GMT -5
But Raz turned sharply at that name. "Gigyas!? That's the floating cloud thing that wants my brain!"
"Inside you?" Sasha questioned, ignoring Raz. "Like a form of possession?"
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Post by 42zombies on Oct 6, 2008 16:27:32 GMT -5
"In a sense... ironic, considering I'm Satan." Senor Diablo rubbed his/her chin a little. "Anyways, I was hoping that some psychic persuasion could force him out and make life generally better for us a--"
A PSI Blast was launched from one of the roof-tops before Senor Diablo could answer the question. The concentarted ball of hate was flying towards Raz.
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Post by nintendonut1 on Oct 7, 2008 12:18:57 GMT -5
"WAH!" Raz barely had time to jump out of the way.
"What!?" Sasha quickly turned towards the source of the blast. "Who...!?"
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Post by 42zombies on Oct 7, 2008 15:19:12 GMT -5
"Guten tag, Psychonauts." The man in the tattered suit jumped down from the roof. "What makes you think I'll let you leave here alive? My family's here... the Aquatos aren't allowed here..."
He took his glasses off for a moment, revealing an all-too-familiar face-- Stefan. "Daddy told me to kill any Aquatos who comes here..."
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Post by nintendonut1 on Oct 7, 2008 15:26:11 GMT -5
"Oh dear!!" Peach squealed.
"Wh-what!? You!" Raz stepped back cautiously, confused. "I thought you were...!"
"...ah, there you are," Sasha greeted heavily. "Think what you will, you won't lay a hand on Razputin."
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Post by 42zombies on Oct 7, 2008 15:47:29 GMT -5
Stefan chuckled. "We're Psychonauts, Herr Sasha-- we can use far more than our hands." He put his glasses back on calmly. "Allow me to introduce myself-- I'm Mordmann Galochio, and I'll be killing you for coming to this camp."
Senor Diablo looked around at the crumbling buildings. "Camp, eh?"
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