[Omtose]

D, on 27 May 2010 - 05:43 PM, said:

Shout louder, maybe someone will believe you.

don't patronize me, you have already screwed me with that bs PM.

[Path-Shaper]

She sat opposite the huge man, her slender but well-developed form covered entirely by the shade he cast over her. "Just so we are clear, my friend," she said. "Any infringement upon my employers wishes and needs will not be tolerate. Our current, and rather fruitful, if I may say so, co-operation will be ended abruptly and violently should you decide that your interests no longer run parallel to our own." She smiled, friendly, lovely and so innocent that you would want to believe that she was nothing but a lovely acquaintance to take out for a drink and maybe a flirt, if you were really lucky, a good night kiss with tongue, rather than one of the world's best.

~~

He watched her flirt, watched how her words hit the other like a ton of bricks, seeing how his shoulders sagged slightly, then saw him recapture his composure. She stood up, paid the bill for them both, and left. He followed in her wake.


that should be all the day actions.

[Path-Shaper]

She watched the car roll into the embassy garage. A smile spread over her face. Now was the time to strike. The driver got out, opened the door. A cane appeared, followed by a pair of legs. She walked up to them both, all innocent youth. "You speak engrish?" she asked.
"I have assignment from school, must talk to foreigner."
The driver scowled, and she appealed to the other directly, pulling her skirt up a hitch with a schooled movement. She leaned forward, allowing him to take in the Hello Kitty tattoo on her left breast before she straightened. "Please, sama?"
He growled non-committedly, and she seized the moment, grabbing him by his scrawny throat, pulling him over her shoulder, slamming him into the driver... who deftly avoided being tripped and pulled a gun. She dashed. Pity, she thought, but almost there. That swing must have broken bones, especially with the way her target hit the concrete, face first, then a knee.

Omtose is still alive.

[Path-Shaper]

It is Day 6. 2 hours and 38 minutes since time out

18 Players still alive: D'riss, Eloth, Fener, Galain, Galayn Lord, Gamelon, Kaschan, Liosan, Meanas, Mockra, Olar Ethil, Omtose, Ruse, Serc, Sheltatha Lore, Silanah, Spite, Tellan

10 votes to lynch, 9 votes to go to night.

7 Votes for Omtose ( Mockra, Sheltatha Lore, D'riss, Liosan, Eloth, Galain, Silanah )
1 Vote for D'riss ( Omtose )

Players not voted: Fener, Galayn Lord, Gamelon, Kaschan, Meanas, Olar Ethil, Ruse, Serc, Spite, Tellan

it is now night.

[Meanas]

Hmm interesting development with Omtose and so forth.

Omtose you're sounding a tad desperate, maybe being caught out and all your plans are starting to unravel, it's very understandable.

I don't see you being set up but if you have been the guys who have set you up have done just enough to make it convincing.

[Path-Shaper]

The man with the vine tattoo called her, looking for a repetition of last night, only this time, not a quick shag over the bonnet of the car, but a long extended bathing session with champagne, prawns and sashimi, followed by endless oral pleasuring and then exploration of just about every orifice she could possibly want to be explored. Regretfully, she was hundreds of miles away from Kyoto, on a roadrage to clear her mind. Before they could arrange a place to meet, the little robot on top of the car emitted an EMP and killed all conversation.

~~

She gathered herself, and vowed to come back with a vengeance. She would relive every moment of being tied up on that toilet, whimpering in fear, crying with lack of sleep, first feeling her legs go weighty with the blood that couldn't circulate, then the ache, then not feeling them at all, feeling the blood drain from her bound hands, then the rush as the man with the sword came in, the tears of relief as she was finally freed by the man with the handlebar moustache, who now stood watch over her. It would make her stronger, she vowed, but then, she realised she could only crawl up into a ball and cry, despite the attention the scarred stranger gave her.

~~

The bald man was unhappy about his assignment, but he would complete it. He moved up to the young woman, and reckoned the commando who brought her to the hotel would never allow this. That one was dangerous. It would have to be quick and furious, and would likely kill him. But a mission was a mission. He undid his robe, standing there half naked, torso muscled and toned by years of kung fu training, mind sharp as a knife from endless meditation. He moved like a snake, and had snapped her neck like a twig before her guardian could respond.
He welcomed death with arms outspread. Nowhere in his orders did it say he had to survive, and he practically embraced the punch of the combat knife as it entered his armpit.

Meanas is dead. He was Cao Ne Fan, a Chinese Spy.
Galayn Lord is dead. She was Gao He Chiang, a Chinese Spy.


~~

He walked away from the encounter with the woman, the subtle smell of Ange au Démon still filling his nostrils. He couldn't decide whether she was an angel or a demon, and he rather doubted whether he would ever find out. In his musings, he missed the six bikers riding straight for him until it was nearly too late, only noticing them when they opened their coats, displaying their bright shirts and their hatchets and yelling their obscenities, which he couldn't understand anyway. He roared, pulling his guns, but knowing he would get hurt, possibly fatally. There was a lot of brawling, a lot of shooting, and spurting blood as the hatchets chopped home. In the end, he staggered away, blood trailing him and pooling around his feet, mixing with that of the motor bike gangsters who had succumbed to his fury. he grit his teeth against the pain, but knew that the likely occurrence of events like this was why they had sent him, and not someone of a frailer constitution.

~~

She arrived in silence, strangling cord at the ready, then looked at the fireburnt man, who stood guard before the door. He shook his head. "She died before I could intervene. Her killer wasn't happy about it either, he practically threw himself on my blade. It seems your undercover operation is nearly finished, but she was not amongst the ones you were looking for."

~~

She entered the room through the window, rolling over the floor - then bouncing back as a number of mechanical critters went for her leather clad form. She moved quickly through them, establishing what she wanted to know, all the while moving and weaving her body as if she was limbodancing through a minefield to keep away from the cameras. In the end, both the one whose room she entered and she learned a little something about the other.

~~

The man with the golden chain read the file, studied every detail, then settled upon a course of action. It was always interesting to fight the enemy with their own weaponry.

~~

The man with the glasses studied the woman in her pinstripe suit as she hired a couple of strongmen, who escorted her to a marvellous mansion. Safe and secure she would be. He now knew enough. She may not have been the most active of players in this game, but she was highly effective, and more important, one with the knowledge and the means to take care of herself and others.


That should be all night actions.

[Path-Shaper]

I have a call to make, I'll send out the results of the night to those who should get them, after that. It is now day 7.

It is Day 7. 24 hours remaining

16 Players still alive: D'riss, Eloth, Fener, Galain, Gamelon, Kaschan, Liosan, Mockra, Olar Ethil, Omtose, Ruse, Serc, Sheltatha Lore, Silanah, Spite, Tellan

9 votes to lynch, 8 votes to go to night.


Players not voted: D'riss, Eloth, Fener, Galain, Gamelon, Kaschan, Liosan, Mockra, Olar Ethil, Omtose, Ruse, Serc, Sheltatha Lore, Silanah, Spite, Tellan

[Mockra]

Poor Team China

[D'riss]

vote omtose

You must be the guy in the back of the car and ordered meanas to do the hit. Meaning rashan and meanas where you puppets the whole time. So the man with the glasses did a find on ruse as well. I see she is building her bp's up again.

[Olar Ethil]

Yeah, thats pretty Damning.

I don't see how we can't vote Omtose.

[Path-Shaper]

It is Day 7. 23 hours and 49 minutes remaining

16 Players still alive: D'riss, Eloth, Fener, Galain, Gamelon, Kaschan, Liosan, Mockra, Olar Ethil, Omtose, Ruse, Serc, Sheltatha Lore, Silanah, Spite, Tellan

9 votes to lynch, 8 votes to go to night.

1 Vote for Omtose ( D'riss )

Players not voted: Eloth, Fener, Galain, Gamelon, Kaschan, Liosan, Mockra, Olar Ethil, Omtose, Ruse, Serc, Sheltatha Lore, Silanah, Spite, Tellan

[D'riss]

Path-Shaper, on 27 May 2010 - 06:34 PM, said:

The man with the vine tattoo called her, looking for a repetition of last night, only this time, not a quick shag over the bonnet of the car, but a long extended bathing session with champagne, prawns and sashimi, followed by endless oral pleasuring and then exploration of just about every orifice she could possibly want to be explored. Regretfully, she was hundreds of miles away from Kyoto, on a roadrage to clear her mind. Before they could arrange a place to meet, the little robot on top of the car emitted an EMP and killed all conversation.

The man with the vine tatoo killed emurlahn if i am not mistaken. also the mention of the car makes me think of the scene where mockra or someone was starpped to the bonent of a car when silenced.

~~

She gathered herself, and vowed to come back with a vengeance. She would relive every moment of being tied up on that toilet, whimpering in fear, crying with lack of sleep, first feeling her legs go weighty with the blood that couldn't circulate, then the ache, then not feeling them at all, feeling the blood drain from her bound hands, then the rush as the man with the sword came in, the tears of relief as she was finally freed by the man with the handlebar moustache, who now stood watch over her. It would make her stronger, she vowed, but then, she realised she could only crawl up into a ball and cry, despite the attention the scarred stranger gave her.

looks like a heal on the player targetted last night, or maybe an aid to a guard or something judging by the use of language and the fact this guy has been hindering in the past.

~~

The bald man was unhappy about his assignment, but he would complete it. He moved up to the young woman, and reckoned the commando who brought her to the hotel would never allow this. That one was dangerous. It would have to be quick and furious, and would likely kill him. But a mission was a mission. He undid his robe, standing there half naked, torso muscled and toned by years of kung fu training, mind sharp as a knife from endless meditation. He moved like a snake, and had snapped her neck like a twig before her guardian could respond.
He welcomed death with arms outspread. Nowhere in his orders did it say he had to survive, and he practically embraced the punch of the combat knife as it entered his armpit.

Meanas is dead. He was Cao Ne Fan, a Chinese Spy.
Galayn Lord is dead. She was Gao He Chiang, a Chinese Spy.

i think we all guessed meanas was the bald guy, making gl the woman. Possibly the woman in the previous scene?
~~

He walked away from the encounter with the woman, the subtle smell of Ange au Démon still filling his nostrils. He couldn't decide whether she was an angel or a demon, and he rather doubted whether he would ever find out. In his musings, he missed the six bikers riding straight for him until it was nearly too late, only noticing them when they opened their coats, displaying their bright shirts and their hatchets and yelling their obscenities, which he couldn't understand anyway. He roared, pulling his guns, but knowing he would get hurt, possibly fatally. There was a lot of brawling, a lot of shooting, and spurting blood as the hatchets chopped home. In the end, he staggered away, blood trailing him and pooling around his feet, mixing with that of the motor bike gangsters who had succumbed to his fury. he grit his teeth against the pain, but knew that the likely occurrence of events like this was why they had sent him, and not someone of a frailer constitution.

My guess ruse sent her agents to kill someone and failed
~~

She arrived in silence, strangling cord at the ready, then looked at the fireburnt man, who stood guard before the door. He shook his head. "She died before I could intervene. Her killer wasn't happy about it either, he practically threw himself on my blade. It seems your undercover operation is nearly finished, but she was not amongst the ones you were looking for."

Someone performing a find on GL, it seems.
~~

She entered the room through the window, rolling over the floor - then bouncing back as a number of mechanical critters went for her leather clad form. She moved quickly through them, establishing what she wanted to know, all the while moving and weaving her body as if she was limbodancing through a minefield to keep away from the cameras. In the end, both the one whose room she entered and she learned a little something about the other.

looks like the european acrobat is making a find on a japanese player

~~

The man with the golden chain read the file, studied every detail, then settled upon a course of action. It was always interesting to fight the enemy with their own weaponry.

a healer maybe, they were present at a vig attempt in a scene last night which was implied that they blocked.

~~

The man with the glasses studied the woman in her pinstripe suit as she hired a couple of strongmen, who escorted her to a marvellous mansion. Safe and secure she would be. He now knew enough. She may not have been the most active of players in this game, but she was highly effective, and more important, one with the knowledge and the means to take care of herself and others.

find on the woman working in the gangs who i am telling you is ruse

That should be all night actions.

[Mockra]

Path-Shaper, on 27 May 2010 - 06:34 PM, said:

The man with the vine tattoo called her, looking for a repetition of last night, only this time, not a quick shag over the bonnet of the car, but a long extended bathing session with champagne, prawns and sashimi, followed by endless oral pleasuring and then exploration of just about every orifice she could possibly want to be explored. Regretfully, she was hundreds of miles away from Kyoto, on a roadrage to clear her mind. Before they could arrange a place to meet, the little robot on top of the car emitted an EMP and killed all conversation.

Seems like gadget guy stopped another attempted connection between vine-tattoo guy and the chick from the day before (is she the scantily clad one, too?).

Path-Shaper, on 27 May 2010 - 06:34 PM, said:

She gathered herself, and vowed to come back with a vengeance. She would relive every moment of being tied up on that toilet, whimpering in fear, crying with lack of sleep, first feeling her legs go weighty with the blood that couldn't circulate, then the ache, then not feeling them at all, feeling the blood drain from her bound hands, then the rush as the man with the sword came in, the tears of relief as she was finally freed by the man with the handlebar moustache, who now stood watch over her. It would make her stronger, she vowed, but then, she realised she could only crawl up into a ball and cry, despite the attention the scarred stranger gave her.

A guard on the diplomat (that was gagged)? Guessing this was GL since he was finally able to talk?

Path-Shaper, on 27 May 2010 - 06:34 PM, said:

The bald man was unhappy about his assignment, but he would complete it. He moved up to the young woman, and reckoned the commando who brought her to the hotel would never allow this. That one was dangerous. It would have to be quick and furious, and would likely kill him. But a mission was a mission. He undid his robe, standing there half naked, torso muscled and toned by years of kung fu training, mind sharp as a knife from endless meditation. He moved like a snake, and had snapped her neck like a twig before her guardian could respond.
He welcomed death with arms outspread. Nowhere in his orders did it say he had to survive, and he practically embraced the punch of the combat knife as it entered his armpit.

Meanas is dead. He was Cao Ne Fan, a Chinese Spy.
Galayn Lord is dead. She was Gao He Chiang, a Chinese Spy.

Kung-Fu guy kills GL, I presume...? I'm confused, the scene indicates Meanas could have been the Kung Fu guy and killed GL, and then he was killed, in turn, by GL's bodyguard. Was Meanas secretly scum or did he kill his own ally? How does this reconcile with Omtose and the lynch proof and hotline?!

Path-Shaper, on 27 May 2010 - 06:34 PM, said:

He walked away from the encounter with the woman, the subtle smell of Ange au Démon still filling his nostrils. He couldn't decide whether she was an angel or a demon, and he rather doubted whether he would ever find out. In his musings, he missed the six bikers riding straight for him until it was nearly too late, only noticing them when they opened their coats, displaying their bright shirts and their hatchets and yelling their obscenities, which he couldn't understand anyway. He roared, pulling his guns, but knowing he would get hurt, possibly fatally. There was a lot of brawling, a lot of shooting, and spurting blood as the hatchets chopped home. In the end, he staggered away, blood trailing him and pooling around his feet, mixing with that of the motor bike gangsters who had succumbed to his fury. he grit his teeth against the pain, but knew that the likely occurrence of events like this was why they had sent him, and not someone of a frailer constitution.

A guy with guns (not sure who?) loses a BP?

Path-Shaper, on 27 May 2010 - 06:34 PM, said:

She arrived in silence, strangling cord at the ready, then looked at the fireburnt man, who stood guard before the door. He shook his head. "She died before I could intervene. Her killer wasn't happy about it either, he practically threw himself on my blade. It seems your undercover operation is nearly finished, but she was not amongst the ones you were looking for."

This appears to be referencing the earlier kill scene. The bodyguard says he killed someone.

Path-Shaper, on 27 May 2010 - 06:34 PM, said:

She entered the room through the window, rolling over the floor - then bouncing back as a number of mechanical critters went for her leather clad form. She moved quickly through them, establishing what she wanted to know, all the while moving and weaving her body as if she was limbodancing through a minefield to keep away from the cameras. In the end, both the one whose room she entered and she learned a little something about the other.

Acrobatic chick finds on gadget person who learns info in return?

Path-Shaper, on 27 May 2010 - 06:34 PM, said:

The man with the golden chain read the file, studied every detail, then settled upon a course of action. It was always interesting to fight the enemy with their own weaponry.

Looks like a find from golden chain.

Path-Shaper, on 27 May 2010 - 06:34 PM, said:

The man with the glasses studied the woman in her pinstripe suit as she hired a couple of strongmen, who escorted her to a marvellous mansion. Safe and secure she would be. He now knew enough. She may not have been the most active of players in this game, but she was highly effective, and more important, one with the knowledge and the means to take care of herself and others.

lol, this seriously looks like a confirmation of Ruse (henchman woman) not having any actions.

[Path-Shaper]

addendum to night:

She walked up to him, all sway and curves and smiles and hair and glinting eyes and attraction. His years in Italy had made him appreciative, and he mouthed a "ciao bella" towards her, welcoming her with his arms wide. She smiled, stayed just out of his reach, and tapped her lip. "That's the best hello I've had since I arrived here in Japan," she said.

[Mockra]

So I don't see any reason to not lynch Omtose.

And I'm now thinking D'riss case on Ruse is flawed. I think Ruse is probably a Chinese minion master, maybe the last member of the Chinese team, but not scum. The scum CF of the Barghast alt was probably a decoy.

[D'riss]

Mockra, on 27 May 2010 - 06:54 PM, said:

So I don't see any reason to not lynch Omtose.

And I'm now thinking D'riss case on Ruse is flawed. I think Ruse is probably a Chinese minion master, maybe the last member of the Chinese team, but not scum. The scum CF of the Barghast alt was probably a decoy.

Well i think ruse sent those bikers to kill someone and i think if that finder who study her at the end has some evidence they should come forward. If glasses man is the playboy like i think he should have some lovers to relay the find through.

[Mockra]

D, on 27 May 2010 - 06:56 PM, said:

Mockra, on 27 May 2010 - 06:54 PM, said:

So I don't see any reason to not lynch Omtose.

And I'm now thinking D'riss case on Ruse is flawed. I think Ruse is probably a Chinese minion master, maybe the last member of the Chinese team, but not scum. The scum CF of the Barghast alt was probably a decoy.

Well i think ruse sent those bikers to kill someone and i think if that finder who study her at the end has some evidence they should come forward. If glasses man is the playboy like i think he should have some lovers to relay the find through.

You just can't let Ruse go, can you.

[Path-Shaper]

And another addendum to night, it must be brainfart evening tonight:

He met the other man on the street, and moved into a very quick iaijutsu draw, sword going from hidden to extended in less than a heartbeat. Unfortunately, the draw was imperfect, and the other man escaped with a torn shirt and wounded pride.
He cursed himself. Usually, he could cut a leaf in a pond without having the sword touch the water, but he was too anxious.

[D'riss]

@mockra - It aint in my nature to change my mind.

[Tellan]

Well, I think it's pretty obvious at this point that Omtose is scum. The question is who might the other scum be? I doubt there's more than one or two left and a lot of people have PI'd themselves either through their actions on thread or in scenes. The two people who've been completely under the radar though are Spite and Serc. Not to go down the lynch the low poster road, but I really think one of those two is syndicate.