Nave Posted March 22, 2004 Report Posted March 22, 2004 OOC Remaining Wolf has a chance now. Sorry guys but I'm rooting for the wolf OOC A vengeful merchant ? OOC Nope Not vengeful But wolves ususally have a harder chance of winning. With both special roles gone, they actually have a chance. 5 players left so the innocents have 2 shots left at getting the wolf. Go Wolfie
Gnarlitch Posted March 23, 2004 Report Posted March 23, 2004 In the morning Wil descends the tower stair, wondering why he is still alive and who has died in his place. He wanders into the kitchen for breakfast and sees his freind Ed. Wil Hey Ed! Did anyone die last night? Ed *to Ms. Horton, completely ignoring Wil* It is so sad and horrible. We saved each other's lives more than once in the Sudan before Wil was so greiviously wounded he was sent home. I regret that I stayed as lond as I did, even after my duty was done. Ms. Christie *to Ed, also ignoring Wil* Yes, his death was tragic, but honorable, possibly even heroic. Is there any clue whatsoever as to who killed him? Ed A smeared bloody hand print on the silver tray his heart was on, and a few drops of blood in the hallway, but that's it. Holmes and Watson are analyzing the blood samples now, hoping to be able to match it to one of the survivors. Wil HEY! WHO DIED?! Ed and Ms. Horton continue their conversation with Wil getting more and more peeved that they are ignoring him. Finally he walks away in a huff and is then startled to realize that he has just walked THROUGH the table. Wil ! I must be the one who died! Suddenly the entire scene returns to him, most especially the fact that as he was lying there on the roof top in a spreading pool of his own blood, that damned assassin had began cutting him open. The shock of the memory of watching his still beating heart being pulled from his chest sends him fleeing. Later, after he has calmed down a bit, he forces himself to block out everything about last night, except for one thing...the face of the assassin and his look of ecstacy at Wil's demise. With that face etched into his....brain...*shrug* Wil begins his quest for Justice...with a decent sized helping of revenge. LET THE HAUNTING BEGIN!
Ozymandias Posted March 23, 2004 Report Posted March 23, 2004 Earlier... Upon hearing his mother's screams, Marcus is bolt upright and out his bedroom door in an instant; his heavy stride at such a mad pace served to alarm all in the house who had not yet heard his dear mother's terror. Arriving on the scence, and reflexively hiding from it behind a butcher's accustomed assessment, he then pushes that aside, and lets his feelings of concern for Katharine flood forth, hoping to soothe her anguish in a shower of love. After hours of haunting her steps and rebuff followed by rebuke (always gentle, but not always kind), Marcus finally admitted defeat in the matter of helping her grievously wounded heart and mind. Instead, he went immediately to Watson and Holmes, to inquire what news there was of the victims' and the survivors' families. He felt better by tiny measures as he heard of their sorrow, but physical safety until his patience finally rewarded him with the news from Holmes' own mouth on his family, among those who still waited for someone to return home. This relief was as fleeting as its death was brutal when, as they gathered in the afternoon to discuss matters as heavily as they may, his resolve felt its final blow when his own mother seemed to intimate she suspected him (though he still found it eerily easy to remember her accusations of the Lady Emily, while ultimately correct, spoke of proof and surety that she *could* not have, for they were before even Wil had spoken out- unless she had been hiding something. She had still offered no evidence of her own prior.). At that point, Marcus politely excused himself, strode quickly to the nearest door, and violently emptied the contents of his stomach on the lawn just outside. Cooper, rushing ever to the batte front, found the man doubled over and clutching his stomach, insisting he was fine. (OOC: I think shooting for the obvious *was* a mistake, as I read people's opinions. I think the obvious subtlety is a better call- a vote for Wetherby/MeThinksUFoolish)
Lady Celes Crusader Posted March 23, 2004 Report Posted March 23, 2004 Elisabeth looks at Mrs. Horton's dissarray and looks down. She knows that asking a mother to point her finger against her child will be very difficult. Difficuly yes, but not impossible. While Wil did mentioned about the butler and his voting was suspicious, the butcher's voting was as erratic. It would be ironic that the one to whom she gave her letters could be the culprit. - This voting definatly puts me in an unconfortable seat. This time, I wish that Lady Luck will be good to me. She pulls out a deck of cards and shuffles it then she looks at the butcher and the butler. She then ask them: - Red or black? Both gentlemen looks at each other and then at the socialite with a dubious look. Marcus finally speak up. - Are you really serious about it? You'll base your vote on that? Elisabeth looks at him with an intimidating look, one that adorns the face of the most adept poker players. - Red... or... black? Weatherby speaks up. - If it's red, you cast your vote against me. But I must say that this is a... - ... Scandal?, replies cooly the socialite, We are neck deep in one already and if the murdurer strikes again tonight, well, at least I had my chance playing with luck again. When she finished shuffling, she ask Marcus to cut the cards and to show everyone the card that was underneath his half. The butcher proceeds and reveals a Jack of Heart. - Interesting card for the circumstances. Lady Luck's vote is against Weatherby. (OOC: A vote against MeThinksUFoolish/Weatherby)
Katzaniel Posted March 23, 2004 Report Posted March 23, 2004 Many hours after her outburst, Katharine is still sitting on a bench in a small but open area of the hedge maze. She finds herself staring at the berries and coming to no conclusions at all. Fishing a bit of paper out of her purse, she composes a note to her son. Marcus: I am positive that you are beyond suspicion. There is no way that you, my dear boy, could do anything as grisly as that, even if you were capable of murder at all, which I do not believe. Picking a berry and squishing it between her fingers, she keeps going over the same endless cycle in her brain. Why refrain from voting, then, and take the risk that others might perceive my speech as a hidden accusation of my own son? I keep thinking that perhaps I should go back and make clear how much I am sure of your innocence. But my certainty is contaminated, or could be. I come to my certainty of Mr. Danielson's guilt through good, solid logic... but I cannot know for sure that I am really being impartial in that. I cannot make an accusation, no matter how much it is backed by evidence and logic, when there is a block in my brain that prevents me even to ponder your possible guilt. The others see it, and I cannot. Even when the others were wrong, I could see how they arrived at their conclusions. But I cannot see how they might implicate you, forever my dearest son. And so, I cannot go back and make that vote for the butler. I'm sure I already made it clear how much I suspected him. I am sure you and they will make the right choice among you. If you accuse Mr. Danielson then I will be glad, but I cannot attempt to affect that choice. She sits for another moment. And if they accuse you, Marcus? If you are innocent like I know you are? What if you die for my silence? I think of the heart on the platter and I thought of that happening to you and I shiver. I begin to stand, to go back to you and comfort you, but the same old thoughts hold me back. Marcus, know that I am certain in my own mind of your innocence. But please try to understand: For the simple reason that I know beyond all doubt that you are innocent, I cannot proclaim it to the rest. I will probably die without knowing who they accused, and whether I have been right in letting you decide without me. Everything points to my own death tonight if you fail to uncover the assassin before evening. That does not scare me much, Marcus, for I am old and accustomed to living with that prospect. I will be glad to see your father again if this is to be my fate. I know that I will see you in Heaven, dear son. For both our sakes I hope that we can meet again on Earth before that happens. Please forgive my choices, Marcus. "Twilight draws its curtain and pins it with a star. Know that your mother loves you, though she may roam afar." Katharine Horton Katharine folds the letter and ponders going back. Maybe just to give him the note and return. Get some supper, too. Find out what is going on among the rest. She begins to make her way out of the maze.
Gnarlitch Posted March 23, 2004 Report Posted March 23, 2004 (edited) Wil follows his killer around all day, spooking him when alone with him, trying to attract attention to him when in the presence of others. Upon encountering one of the other ghosts now haunting the manor who are now cheering for thier killers, Wil does all he can to banish the traitors from their midst. Sir Alfred he stabs through the heart with the spectral image of his own sword, causing him to flee in anguish. Norfolk he locks in the wine cellar. Maybe his hauntings there will cause the living to abstain from that practice. Vinny he simply distracts with a lovely catalogue of beakers and such and sends him scurrying off to check out the factory. Mr. Vahktang he simply intimidates into aquiesence. The "Lady" Emily, however, he has something "special" planned for. Her he chains in a closet, waiting for just the right moment..... OOC: no, this does not mean I am truly trying to get the other "ghosts" to go away....just teasing them for rooting for the OTHER side. Edited March 23, 2004 by Gnarlitch
Katzaniel Posted March 23, 2004 Report Posted March 23, 2004 Having gotten lost only once, Katharine steps out from the hedge maze and continues on to the mansion. Katharine listens at the door for a little while, catching clearly that Mr. Danielson has been accused and the group is awaiting a rebuttal from him. Sighing, and walking in now with a lighter step, Katharine joins them. She reaches over to Marcus and hands him the note, then says, "I am happy to see that the rest of you also believe my son innocent. Of course I do, too - I just didn't trust my own belief. That may be hard to understand, but I hope you all can. Meanwhile I do feel confident enough to add my own suspicions onto yours. I hope we can end this all tonight. If not, and if I do not see you in the morning, then God be with you, for you will need it then more than ever." They all nod slightly, and Marcus reads the note carefully, appearing a little less burdened as he does. Obviously her behaviour has changed things between them, but not entirely unmendable. "Let's get something to eat," Katharine adds, heading toward the kitchen. OOC: A (redundant) vote for MeThinksUFoolish - Wetherby Danielson
Tanuchan Posted March 23, 2004 Author Report Posted March 23, 2004 OOC As the voting is quite unanimous, I'm ending day phase a bit earlier because I probably won't be able to post until tomorrow early afternoon. ~~~~ IC Wetherby protests loudly against Mrs. Christie and her random suspicion, being very near to losing his composure. Then Mrs. Horton gives a startled cry, and Marcus runs to her side. 'Mother, what...?" "N-nothing... I think.. I just felt something icy cold in my cheek..." She looks wildly around, wondering if she is finally losing her wits. Wil screams in rage, wishing someone there with an ouija board... but his attempts are quite useless, unless for startling one and other at each attempt to draw their attention. "There's a quite weird draft here..." frowns Marcus, going to the window to close it. "Anyway, where are Mr. Holmes and the others? He should question Wetherby." "Aye, that he should," says Cooper, planting himself behind the butler. "No, you aren't going nowhere, bud." Wil "Nooo... don't you see you're all wrong? He's innocent! INNOCENT! The assassin is... *G-ASP*" Sir Alfred "SHH... don't ya spoil t'e fun, lad." Sir Alfred releases Wil's throat. "They'r enjoyin' t'is game." Wil "You... I scared you away!" Sir Alfred "I'm alread' dead... I f'rgot t'at," shrugs. And while the ghosts are distracted, the living take Wetherby and escort him into the library, looking for Holmes. But, to their disappointment, the room is empty. Lord Richard, when found, explains that Holmes and Watson are somewhere in the property investigating the various places of the assassinations, and Lestrade had gone to the train station to send some reports to London. Marcus and Cooper look at each other, and the butcher shrugs. "Well, lock him up somewhere until they appear. I certainly won't be pushing this man here and there while looking for Mr. Holmes." "Lock him in his rooms, then. I'll stand watch there until you come back." Wetherby is then taken to his room, and Cooper paces in front of its door talking to Mrs. Horton. It's dark when Watson and Holmes finally appear, apparently engaged in an argument. They stop as Marcus and Mrs. Christie tell them of their suspicions and takes them to Wetherby's rooms, where Cooper and Mrs. Horton are still guarding the door. When the door is opened, there's an immediate sweet and pungent odour that assaults their noses. Holmes hastily pulls everybody away, then covering his nose and mouth with a handkerchief he enters. He surveys quickly the room, locating the candles and putting them out. In minutes Holmes leaves the room, dragging Wetherby's body. "I fear it's already too late," he says, coughing. "I opened the windows, it must be safe to enter in some minutes." "What happened, Mr. Holmes?!" cries Mrs. Horton, panicked. "Nobody passed by us, nobody could..." Holmes shakes his head grimly. "No, my dear Mrs. Horton, don't worry about your lack of luck in guarding doors... it has been prepared for some time. This candle..." he shows a stub still in its silvered small candelabra, " ...was skillfully prepared with chemicals. Upon reaching its middle, it started burning a poisonous substance. It was at Wetherby's bedside. He would have died any night." Watson turns to Holmes, shaking his head slightly. Holmes closes his fists, muttering, "This is personal already. Whoever it is, he or she is enjoying my presence and flaunting their supposed skills!" He shows the base of the candle stub. There's a small wolf footprint. OOC Wetherby Danielson/MeThinksUFoolish was an innocent butler, after all... it's Night Phase. Wolf, please send me your PM... day phase starts in about 20h (around midday EST, tomorrow).
Elwen Posted March 23, 2004 Report Posted March 23, 2004 Emily concentrates, and her spectral body slips through the bindings that her fellow ghost had placed about her. She 'materializes' near where the spirits of Wil and Sir Alfred are, though remaining invisible. Hope is fleeting. the noblewoman-turned-assassin says softly to the two. The only true comfort in life is death-the ultimate release from the suffering and sorrow that is the human existence. A small smile curves perfect, illusory lips. Time is not on your side. And this is a game you will not win. Emily smirks at Wil. And before you ask, I believe that living sorcerers, such as an exorcist or Japanese omnyouji, who deal with the unquiet dead, can chain up or trap a ghost-not a fellow ghost.
Gnarlitch Posted March 23, 2004 Report Posted March 23, 2004 (edited) Elwen's ghostly head then tumbles to the floor, soon followed by her upper and lower halves that also seem to have "parted ways." After Wil and Sir Alfred both sheath their swords, Wil then summons his "friend" Lanfear and has her put Elwen's essence into a coursova for him. He then has fun letting his cat bat the nifty ball around the floor! Edited March 23, 2004 by Gnarlitch
Lady Celes Crusader Posted March 24, 2004 Report Posted March 24, 2004 Elisabeth walks over Watson and asks him to retrieve the letters that should be in the butler's vest pocket. The good doctor picked out the two letters she had given. - Please keep them Dr. Watson and make sure that they are delivered to my husbands, along with the others I'll give you tonight. Because if the murderer is whom I think... The socialite breaths heavily and sobs for a moment. If Marcus is the one, he will probably kill her as she openly suspected him. She wipes her tears and asks Edwyn Cooper to come along in her bedroom. The American follows more out of curiosity than anything else. - What d'ya want, Lizzie? Need to finally spill dirt on anyone? Or unless you need to meet a real man... - Cut off with that! I need to tell you something. I suspect Marcus Horton to be the murderer. But I know Katharine will never vote against him. It's probably either you or I who is going to pass away. I know, I've got that odd feeling about it. Either way, if you survive, think about what I said. Now can you please leave my room? - Sure, sure Lizzie. The American leaves the British woman's room. Elisabeth decides to groom herself, she puts on an emerald velvet and taffetas gown while she pulls up her auburn hair in a very intricated hairdo. Then she lightly powdered her face, puts on kohl and mascara on her eyes and a luscious rust on her lips. She then puts the ribbon and pearl necklace that she intended to wear at the wedding on her neck as a final touch. She then leaves her room up to the Library and writes her final letter addressed to her husband. My beloved husband, The murdurer still eluded us and I am afraid that my turn had come. Forgive me if I havent been the wife that you deserved instead of the scandal mill that I actually am. Forgive me for having taken you for granted. Forgive me for not being by your side when you need me the most. Forgive me for that I havent bring up any heir to you art. Forgive me for the pain I made you suffer. Forgive me for everything. But be sure that I'll die with the dignity the wife of Archibald Christie should have. Love you forever, Elisabeth Hannah Christie Dr. Watson walks over her, surprised to see her in such a recluse place. - Here are the other letters I promise you to give. Please make sure that my husband will receive them. - May I ask why are you all dressed up like this tonight? - Because if this coward decides to confiscate the world of my lovely presence, I want at least have the chance to confront him. - Him? But it could be you or Mrs. Horton as well. - All my suspicions are aimed toward Marcus Horton and he might be tempted to silence me for good. - I see. But are you sure that you want to stay here for the night? - Since there is no such thing as a safe place in Garnavon Hall, I'd rather be in my favorite room. - As you wish. Good night Mrs. Christie. - Farewell Dr. Watson. The Doctor leaves the socialite playing patience card games while keeping her letters preciously.
Gnarlitch Posted March 24, 2004 Report Posted March 24, 2004 Wil follows the assassin around all night, trying desperately to stop his evil deeds and protect the few who remain living....
Tanuchan Posted March 24, 2004 Author Report Posted March 24, 2004 Elwen's ghostly head then tumbles to the floor, soon followed by her upper and lower halves that also seem to have "parted ways." After Wil and Sir Alfred both sheath their swords, Wil then summons his "friend" Lanfear and has her put Elwen's essence into a coursova for him. He then has fun letting his cat bat the nifty ball around the floor! I Lanfear C "You decided for a funny guise this time, my friend..." Lanfear smiles, eyeing "Wil" from head to feet. "But I think you do look better than last time I've seen you." "Ah, a coursova? Well, well..." Lanfear stops to consider a bit, then a playful smile comes to her lips. "Sure. I still have fun from time to time with my pet... " Her laughter has a pearly quality while she subtly weaves the One Power. "Here. Have fun... and when you decide to come back to Tel'aran'rhiod, we can talk more about our pets. Now, I have to go." The White Lady weaves a Portal, and steps back to her domain. "Have fun, my friend." ~~~~ OOC
Ozymandias Posted March 24, 2004 Report Posted March 24, 2004 After sequestering himself on the veranda with a hot cup of tea (which to his unfailing dismay, was easily done. Katharine, for her part, wished mostly to give him what space he would need in this trying time, but the only ones who even spoke to him otherwise were a polite but unreadable "Good day, Mr. Horton" from both a passing Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson. Elisabeth Christie stayed out of his sight, as he sat and thought, and Edwyn Cooper only reacted when Marcus turned to look him in the eye as the soldier watched him from indoors. Even then, it was only a curt nod before he too vanished from sight.) Marcus sat there by the window for nearly three hours, nursing that same cup of tea. Much had transpired in the past few days, and not much more was left to happen. He knew it in his bones. But one thing in particular stood out in his mind like a beacon. It was on this that he sat and thought for a long time, occasionally remembering to sip the fine green tea he had gotten permission to brew. Finally, after his tea was long gone, he stood up, a man resolute once more. Marcus immediately sought out his mother, and looked her sternly in the face when he found her. "Mother, I..." was as far as he got before he broke into tears and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tight and lavishing kisses on her.
Eyremon Posted March 24, 2004 Report Posted March 24, 2004 (edited) Damn this long restless night, waiting around for the assasain to murder one of us. Edited March 24, 2004 by Eyremon
Katzaniel Posted March 24, 2004 Report Posted March 24, 2004 Katharine hugs Marcus back as hard as she can. He was the last one left on Wil's list of suspects, but Wil had been wrong twice already. She didn't know what to think about Marcus or whether he could have done it. She was sure he could not have, and wondering again about just how clever Mr. Cooper might have been. But she was also certain that it would not matter. She would die tonight and she would be able to go to her husband's side once more. Tears brimming over, Marcus asks Katharine what she is thinking about. "Your father, Marcus. He died when you were still very young, but do you remember him at all?" "I remember how he smelled, and I have a memory of him standing in a doorway once, like a great big giant, but smiling down at me. That's about all I have." "I made myself forget about him so that I could look after you and Charles. You were so helpful, watching Charles while I taught. But recently I've had dreams of him again. Visions of the accident that killed him while he worked, him calling out my name although they told me later he could not have known he was about to die. I think I am very happy to know that if Mr. Cooper kills me tonight, I will be able to be with your father again. And if the others cannot trust you, you will be with me soon after and you will know the joy of his company. I know that you are too young to die, Marcus, but at least you'll be with him and I." "Don't think about death." Marcus holds her tighter.
Tanuchan Posted March 24, 2004 Author Report Posted March 24, 2004 (edited) "Damn this long restless night, waiting around for the assassin to murder one of us!" Muttering, Cooper paces in his room. He ponders Elisabeth's last words to him, and decides he cannot sleep. Even risking some suspicious behaviour, he leaves his room and goes around the house. Seeing lights from the Library, he quietly opens the door and sees Elisabeth still playing cards. He makes a move to enter, but she turns and frowns. Sighing, Cooper closes again the door. "Dammit, Lizzie..." Still swearing, he keeps examining the silent rooms. "No, don't go in there... don't!" Wil tries to stop his friend, but just succeeds in making him wonder why there's such icy draft coming from nowhere. And just behind him, there appears another ghost quite intent in not letting him give any effective cues as to the identity of the assassin. Sir Alfred laughs a bit maniacally... and Cooper turns. "I used to have better nerves! Now I'm starting to imagine things!" Entering the big ballroom, Cooper looks through the windows. He sees two shadows passing, and recognizes Holmes' tall silhouette. "Hmph... they're then checking the windows?" Wil frets as much as a ghost can, observing the big, old antique silver chandelier shaking slightly in the ceiling. Its soft chime seems not to call the attention of the soldier, or maybe he again thinks he's listening to imaginary sounds. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . **CRASH ! !** The loud sound, although somewhat muffled by the doors, startles all in the house - no one being really able to sleep. Elisabeth arrives to the ballroom doors seconds before Holmes and Watson, and several running steps are heard coming from the guest's floor. "No, wait here!" Watson holds her while Holmes, pistol in hand, opens the doors carefully. Shattered crystal pieces cover the floor, and the big silver chandelier lays broken in the middle of the room. Elisabeth, who had pushed Watson aside to enter, cries and faints as she recognizes an arm sticking from under the chandelier. OOC Edwyn Cooper/Eyremon wasn't innocent of killing, but as a soldier it was his duty. He was never an assassin. It's Day Phase, and you have another 48 hours or as soon as everyone votes, to uncover who the last Werewolf Assassin is. Holmes is counting on your testimony to end his investigations! Edited March 24, 2004 by Tanuchan
Tanuchan Posted March 24, 2004 Author Report Posted March 24, 2004 OOC: Scorecard Who's alive... Katharine Horton (Katzaniel) ==> , retired schoolteacher Marcus Horton (Ozymandias) ==> a butcher (Katharine's son) Elisabeth Christie (Lady Celes) ==> well-known socialite The victims... Sir Garnavon, first NPC kill Vincent Cuthbert (Dean) ==> doctor of Chemistry Lady Clarice, second NPC kill John Norfolk (Nave) ==> merchant Shota Vahktang (Vahktang) ==> Georgian gentleman Lady Emily Galanodel (Elwen) ==> first Werewolf assassin Sir Alfred Peterson (Degenero Angelus) ==> the Baner James Doyle (Tamaranis) ==> stableboy at Garnavon Hall Wil (Gnarlitch) ==> the Seer Wetherby Danielson (MeThinksUFoolish) ==> the butler Edwyn Cooper (Eyremon) ==> American soldier/merc
Gnarlitch Posted March 24, 2004 Report Posted March 24, 2004 Wil's ghost laughs maniacly as he realizes that the assassin has just made a HUGE error in judgement in killing the person everyone else was the most suspicious of! He cackles with glee and sits back and waits for justice to be served! :woot: :wizzie: :yuitongue:
Katzaniel Posted March 24, 2004 Report Posted March 24, 2004 Trembling, Katharine looks at the chandelier in horror. Marcus and Ms. Christie are right beside her, also shocked. "I don't understand it," says Katharine. "Unless it truly was an accident.. and I don't believe that for a moment... why are Ms. Christie and I both still alive, while Mr. Cooper, the only other person under tangible suspicion, has been murdered? For any assassin that is a cocky move." Marcus reaches out to his mother and she retreats. "How can I trust anyone any more? Ms. Christie, if guilty, had us both in her hands. Marcus and Mr. Cooper would have voted for each other and she could have had her selection on the order of her victims. Marcus, please explain to me what's happening to us all!"
Nave Posted March 24, 2004 Report Posted March 24, 2004 Wil's ghost laughs maniacly as he realizes that the assassin has just made a HUGE error in judgement in killing the person everyone else was the most suspicious of! He cackles with glee and sits back and waits for justice to be served! :woot: :wizzie: :yuitongue: Well I'm not laughing cause I'm still rooting for the wolf, but that was a big mistake... Wolfie you were doing so well too... Well last day phase. Good luck to both sides
Lady Celes Crusader Posted March 24, 2004 Report Posted March 24, 2004 Elisabeth is gently awaken by the good Dr. Watson. She sits up but he refrains her from going up to quickly. - It only confirms my suspicions. Now, the hardest part is coming for me. She gets up slowly and while standing on her feet, she knows that she have an incredible task ahead of her: convincing Katharine that her son is the other murderer and proving her innocence. She hears what Mrs. Horton says about it being a cocky move. - You are right Katharine, this move is a very arrogant one. But I must express my point of view about this. Before Weatherby's death, my suspicions were splitted between him and your son because of the way they both voted in the past. I do recall that when Wil revealed that he had the gift of the second sight and he told us that Emily was one of the murdurers, both you and I hoped that his word were truthful and voted against her. However, Marcus said it was pure heresy and did not voted against Emily, even if you asked him for doing so. Mrs. Christie wipes up her teary eyes, spreading her eye makup into a black smear on her eyelids. She then takes a deep breath before she resumes. - I have a nasty choice to make between a mother and her son. While you, on the other hands have the option of believing the words of a socialite or those of your son. I made it clear that I suspect your son to be the murderer, but I cannot beg you to vote against him. I cannot force your heart against your son. While you can reproach me many unladylike doings, murder will never be one of them. However, I cannot blame you for voting against me since sending your son to Justice is a harsh decision. Marcus will probably vote against me and my choice is already made. But your choice is a crucial one. If you choose wrongly, we all die. ((OOC: A vote against Ozymandias/Marcus Horton. It's really up to Katz.))
Gnarlitch Posted March 24, 2004 Report Posted March 24, 2004 killllll....... avenge meeeeeee......... eeeeeeeeee vvvvvvvil musssssssssssst die! :dragon4:
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