Castle of Beasts: An NME Murdergame

[KungFuCutbug]

[After Pump looks at the broken toilet for weapons and finds nothing, Skid decides to vote for the two of them.]

/vote Medic

[Dookie]

/vote Medic

[Guma]

Only one vote left, and we'll have majority.

[Guma]

Scratch that. It's decided.

[Guma]

Doraco roped up Medic.
Are you ready to die?

[wahoothis]

Klonoa stood there silently, pulling his hat down. He was silently hoping that this was all wrong. That this was some horrible dream. That Sylvie wasn't dead, and Medic wasn't his killer. But. . . This was reality. This was real life. Sylvie was really death, and Medic had been voted as his killer. Whether or not Medic actually killed the psychologist, it didn't make him feel any better. If he was the killer, then Klonoa would've just sentenced him off to his death, not making him any better. And if he was innocent, then an innocent man would've been sent to his grace, and Klonoa'd have helped with it. The cat-rabbit boy turned around, breathing in heavily trying to not break down in tears from this.

[Kennifer]

That was a quick decision. Quicker and easier than the fucked-up legal system on Alternia, Vriska thought.

[madface7]

Medic chuckles and grins devilishly.

"Yes, it vas me. Vhy vouldn't I? Zis king here pays me greatly, and I'm not one to pass up mercenary business vhen I see it. My only issue is, how utterly schtupid my team vas."

He stops grinning and stands up straight.

"Seriously! I vas ze only one to even attempt to kill anyone. Doraco had to vait so long for someone to even ask to make a kill. And of course, he, for some reason, sought zat it'd be a bright idea to flat out tell Bossman zat I vas against him!"

Medic laughs maniacally. "I see I'm, yet again, ze one to carry ze team, even if I'm alvays ze first one to go out. Some sings never change, I suppose..." Medic places a hand on his chin and shrugs.

"It's been nice meeting you all. Bossman, I enjoyed being your sidekick vhile it lasted. And you two halloveen boys made me smile quite a bit! But, money is money. And it's also very fun to vatch you all scuttle around hopelessly looking for clues!" He pulls up his gloves and bows.

"Auf Wiedersehen!"

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

Bossman heads up to Klonoa and notice he's struggling to keep it together.

It's all right. It ain't any easier for me either.

[EeveeGirlChey]

"I can't watch..."

Robin turns his back. He then sees Klonoa who had turned around as well and goes over to console him.

"I'm sorry about your friend."

[Guma]

He cracked Medic's skull with his bushy tail, killing him instantly.

Well, with that out of the way, all you need to do now is prepare for the battle.

[wahoothis]

As Klonoa heard Medic's confession, he'd just looked down at the doctor's cold yet inane ramblings of his team's incompetence. "Why. . . Why Sylvie? What did he do to you. . . ?" He was mostly sad than angry at Medic, even as he callously confessed to the murder. "Why would you or anyone do this. . . ?"

[KungFuCutbug]

[Skid hides behind Pump and cries when the Medic mentions them making him smile quite a bit. Pump... can barely keep himself together enough to shield Skid from whatever the fuck was about to happen.]

[MadeOfMilk]

Boris just squats as he watches intently. Shit's about to go down...

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

One down... three more to go.

[wahoothis]

Although he was freaking out and not doing so great physically and mentally, Klonoa's gonna try and compose himself, taking a deep gulp. He wasn't looking at the execution, but cringed at the sound of Medic's skull being cracked open. It was taking all his willpower not to throw up or pass out or anything. The cabbit noticed Skid and Pump and attempts to go over to them to comfort the Spookey duo and shield them.

[KungFuCutbug]

[Oh. Well, that was rather anticlimactic.

Shortly after the crack of the Medic's skull rings out through the castle, Skid tugs on Pump's coattails.]“Is it over?”

[Pump turns to his friend and nods.] “Yeah, the Medic's gone.”

[MadeOfMilk]

Boris gets up.

WELL, NOW ALL THERE IS TO DO IS PREPARE. PREPARE FOR BATTLE.

He pulls out his Kalashnikov again to emphasize his point.

...SHIT, I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH AMMO he says, ammo tumbling out of his tracksuit pockets.

[wahoothis]

"Do we. . . Do we have to. . . ?" Klonoa choked on the question, getting out it seconds later. Normally he'd jump at the opportunity to take out monsters, but they've just saw 2 (excluding the inactives who dropped out) deaths. 

[KungFuCutbug]

[After a moment of staring at each other in silence, Pump helps Skid up and the duo smile at each other again. Looks like being confident that they took down a killer has made their reversion back to their normal selves a lot easier.] “Let's get ready for the battle!” [Skid climbs back on top of Pump's head.]

[Huney]

George stares off at the dead Medic, quiet for a good minute.

Before preparing his Dark Burger spell.

"Let's get to work, haha!"

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

Bossman pulls out his nightstick and handcuffs.

Let's do this!

[Kennifer]

Vriska has her dice ready, but she's also going to

>Check inventory to see if she's got any items she wants to use now.

[wahoothis]

Klonoa looked at the others, who were already prepared for battle like a murder hadn't happened. But. . . Maybe that's for the best, pretending everything is better than they really are. Biting his lip, Klonoa gets up and pulled out his ring, putting on a brave smile. "Right, let's win this guys. . . Together."

[MadeOfMilk]

Boris sees George and tosses him a second Kalashnkov he pulled from his hammerspace.

HERE, COMRADE. SO YOU DON'T USE FLIMSY WESTERN GAME CONTROLLER.