[Fin] Murder U Too - Endgame

[wahoothis]

Ranma glared at Kellensea. "Well genius, I don't know if you realize it, but if some had died from your poison, you'd have screwed yourself over. You'd be the one responsible for their deaths, and would be executed." Ranma's going to throw all of the medicine over the balcony later. They'll restock this medbay, right? "So much for your "cunning plan to keep yourself alive." Ranma noticed Komaru panicking and walked over to her. "Hey, relax. I'm fine. Besides, I've been poisoned multiple times I'm practically immune to it at this point." A joke of course.

[wingedcatgirl]

Halone's sake... Komaru, you've been told, multiple times. That rubbing alcohol is safe.

I then turn to Ronnie. ... I mean, technically - this isn't strictly an intended part of the game, but - technically, if a majority of you were to agree not to convict Kellensea's killer, then she could, in principle, be killed with impunity. Assuming of course that everyone actually sticks to that agreement. I shrug. This isn't like the mafiatypes, where you have to be On The Pre-Designated Evil Team to kill people.

[Kennifer]

"If anyone had died from her insane... 'ploys' or whatever she thinks she's doing, I'd be right there with you. She should definitely be locked up somewhere other than here with the rest of us, though."

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

Hell, I'd be happy to help you throw her off the balcony.

[Huney]

"Ooooogh..."

Regardless of whether or not she has reason to be upset, she sure is! But eventually she gets back on her feet.

"O... Okay! Well, the beverages got replenished when we figured that out and threw it all away. Would the same principle apply here?"

[Florien]

Kellensea was expecting this reaction from people, but that doesn't seem to reduce the amount of hurt she feels from it.

The real question here is what's wrong with YOU? ALL OF YOU. None of you made yourselves indispensable. You just sit and hope no one gets the idea that you would look a lot better with your head several feet away from the rest of you. I made myself indispensable, knowing that one of these days, you'll all try to kill me. Possibly because of this. But also maybe because other things. The thing is, at least I have insurance. None of you do, and I suggest you get it. Anyway, I have a sneaking suspicion that one of you is seconds away from either knifing me in the neck right now, or doing something a bit more elaborate this upcoming night. We'll see. I await your attempts on my life. But all things considered, I would very much prefer to remain alive, and if that involves making myself indispensable or unkillable without my killer also dying... I fully intend to do that. Preferably both. Just... Why do you believe people won't kill you, why don't you take measures? Are you that incapable of self-preservation?

[wahoothis]

"Oh my god. Shut the hell up Kellensea. This whole time you've been going on about how people will kill. Do you get off to this? Is this some kind of game to you? In case you haven't realized, no one's died in the last two nights. Why? Because we're being diligent. We're the ones staying up making sure no one has the idea to kill. What have you done? Poisoned the faucet, beverages and now medicines, and setting up explosives. You're the one saying we're going to kill you and this is self-preservation, but you're the one who's actively trying to kill us. Heck, even then, you're not even killing us yourself. You're using the cheapest and coward's way to kill someone, instead of doing it with your own hands. Because you're too much of a coward to kill someone yourself and risk getting killed, even though if your poisons did kill someone, you'd be the one dead. So on top of being clinically insane, you're also a moron." If you couldn't tell, Ranma was just tired. "So tell us, how does killing someone and getting yourself executed count as "self-preservation?"" He's ready to hogtie her.

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

These people here probably don't like me that much and I'm like whatever, but I'm here to do the right thing, regardless and I'm here to protect everyone. I don't care if you kill me or not, but you will go down easy and you will go to Hell where you belong. Ronnie quickly downs another Monster and throws the can at her face. Not like the careless way he threw his shirt at Ranma's head earlier, but this time, a lot more defiantly and with a bit of force, hoping to at least chink a bit of her armor.

[Florien]

Well, it would have been GREAT for self preservation... If I had remembered to tell you about it. I told you about the drinks because I poisoned them all. A little shortsightedly, certainly... but the medicine, I only poisoned some of. I remain indispensable. Thankfully, I walked in and told you about it before you all DIED. Though I would have been happy for you all to die. Frankly, I'm sick of all your shit about this and that and your WEIRD FUCKING OBSESSION WITH RIGHTS FOR DEAD PEOPLE. NOT EVEN UNDEAD PEOPLE, DEAD PEOPLE. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?! You're all like "oh no, Kellensea is BAD for thinking people are SANE" but clearly, that just means YOU'RE all insane, you're all fucking unhinged and incapable of rational decision-making. If you were sane, we'd have had frequent murders. One of you is going to break down into sanity, sooner or later. You're not stupid. In fact, let me place a bet down, Ranma. Someone is going to die tonight, and everyone will be like "Yeah it's totally Kellensea, that sounds like something she'd do" and you're going to get me hung, and then, it will be all "Kellensea didn't do it, so yeah the murderer's going to walk out" and you'll be like "oh wow were we dumb". You talk of the "Coward's way of doing things" but that's BULLSHIT. Does it matter how things are done if they are DONE?! Especially with killing! If people die, what matters? That they're dead, that there is nothing tying it back to you (or everything tying it back to you, if you're doing intimidation), and NOTHING. ELSE. There is no "coward's way". There is an OPTIMAL way for DIFFERENT scenarios. Coward is so fucking arbitrary of an insult, SO FUCKING ARBITRARY, that I could apply it to you, you refuse to use poison, because you're afraid people will judge you. You coward.

Kellensea hears Ronnie. She turns, and gets hit in the face with the empty can. It just bounces off her armor, she doesn't even show indication of pain. Either the can wasn't thrown hard enough, fast enough, to hurt through her armor, or she's just incapable of feeling physical pain anymore. Maybe both.

Hell. I wish I could go to hell. Hell was fun last time I went. I crushed devils underneath my boots. I walked into a powerful fiend's hold, and I strangled his closest friends in front of him until he told me where to find his stuff. They fear me there. They fear all adventurers. Everyone fears us, across all planes where we explore. Even in death, we evade the worst of it, because they fear retribution by others of our ilk. Hell, I could sell my soul to some groups and go to an artificial demiplane, if I really pissed someone off enough to be worried about my fate. I could join the reincarnitory coven, if I just kept badgering them and threatening them. I could end up like Lucintsea, once a conqueror, now a semi-sapient undead creature, forever patrolling around the wastes, and enjoying every minute of eternity because all other emotions were stripped from me in the process. If I pay for my crimes, it will be in this life, and this life alone, and I will not pay, because nothing could be more miserable than dealing with YOU idiots with your fucking... your fucking... WEIRD ASS values. Everything I learn about you people, every second I have to tolerate you people, I come closer and closer to losing hope for your worlds. How you survive every day, how you haven't all been wiped out by YOUR Ezrezan in your worlds, I will never understand. I wish I could go to hell. But instead, I'm stuck here with you.

Kellensea abruptly calms down and starts spinning in the office chair again.

Anyway, at least you know where you stand with me. The others, they that come from your world. They've been taught to hide themselves out of shame and fear. Who knows how many people could be like me among you? Not just in here, but out there, back in your homes? How many of your friends have been like me this whole time, and just been pretending to feel the same way as you do? I can't imagine being forced to hide. I can't change who I am. I'm an adventurer, and I'm happy with it. But those like me in your worlds? They must be miserable. You don't know where you stand with them, and you know even less where you stand with people unlike me, such as yourselves. Hell, people like you specifically, Ranma, are so enwrapped in guilt and shame that you don't even know where you stand with YOURSELF.

Her somewhat long winded speech over, Kellensea gets back to spinning on the office chair, looking vaguely upset with everyone.

[wingedcatgirl]

... Forgive my tangent, Kellensea, but... what is an "Ezrezan"?

[wahoothis]

". . . Shut the hell up. You don't know anything about me." Ranma growled some, clenching his fists. "Maybe people would listen to you if you weren't an asshole. Yeah, I know I'm an asshole sometimes, but here's the thing: I don't loot people's corpses then put poison in things just to prove some point." He says, walking calmly over to the swirling Kellensea, bending down to look her in her face, or where her face is. "If being like you means being a terrible person, I'd rather be dumb and ignorant. Hell, I'd even stay as a girl if it means not becoming like you." Sure, she wasn't around for that, but Ranma's still saying it because god damn does she piss him off. "But unfortunately for you Kelly, I don't want to see you dead. Even if you are a terrible person, my honor and pride refuses to let anyone else die here before we can escape. Maybe count your blessings instead of being a self-entitled prick to everyone." With that, Ranma began picking up the medicines, most of them, and took them to the balcony

>Yeet all the medicine off the balcony.

[Huney]

"RANMA, WAIT-!"

Komaru, for the third time today, is late at stopping someone as all the medicine, poisoned and otherwise, is gone.

"I really hope the medicine restocks itself..."

[wahoothis]

"What was that Komaru?" Ranma asked just as he threw the last bit of medicine over the balcony. ". . . If this doesn't restock, let it be known I didn't poison most of them."

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

Ranma's right. Better safe than sorry.

[Florien]

Your Ezrezan. You know, your place's first dark lord. The one who was like "wow I'm going to conquer the entire everything and cast it into a thousand years of shadow/blinding-purging-light" or whatever, and then they're sealed away or whatever by a group of big-deal adventurers who redefine everything or something like that, and then there's always some cult that's like "we're going to bring them back", and then a group of adventurers arrives just too late and has to fight whatever dark lord, and it's like "wow that sure turned out well, we sure kicked their ass and sealed them for the next however many years." We killed ours outright though the first time, they're not coming back, and any hope for the cults was extinguished once the vault was destroyed... Wait, wait. If that idiom didn't translate... But my others all did... Oh fuck, no wonder you're all so... soft. Wow. I had no idea. I... I actually feel sorry for you, Vels, I've never felt that for a non-adventurer. Wow.

Kellensea sounds not only surprised, but outright shocked.

Of course your worlds haven't made a place for people like me, you take your lack of a dark lord for granted! You're all going to die the moment one shows up, wow, I'm actually... I've actually not just lost hope for your worlds, I'm actively fearing for their safety now. I mean, I hope your no-doubt upcoming Ezrezans are... merciful in their "thousand years of insert weather effect here", because you're rushing so quickly towards that. Wow.

She barely even registers Ranma and everyone else talking, she's too busy processing what she's realized. All she manages is a quiet Yeah, yeah, cool, whatever...

[Huney]

"Well, what if one of us gets sick! Or cut! Or- or... ohhhh god..."

She's sitting again, clutching her head.

"No no no, it's okay. Yeah, it's okay!"

Back on her feet.

"Oooobviously the medicine restocks. The host expects us to be here for a long time, obviously they'd have it restock!" 

[wahoothis]

"I mean, I imagine they would. . . The last thing they'd want is someone dying from a paper cut or something. . ." Ranma takes a tired sigh and sits, just tired. It didn't help he pulled an all nighter for about three nights now. "I'm sorry I guess. . ." He mumbled, referring to throwing the medicine over. Ranma wasn't even paying attention to whatever Kellensea is spilling.

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

Well, I'm sure not going to trust anything that's been touched by the demon child of Freddy Krueger and the Terminator.

[artsyGeek]

[Haruka walks to the others, before noticing Komaru's breakdown(?).]

"...you okay there?"

[wingedcatgirl]

... Well, I'm familiar with a group... kinda like that, from my headmistress's home world. Didn't work quite the way your Ezrezan did. But it did cause dark ages and eventually result in adventurers thriving. I shrug. So I guess that one world at least is inoculated against that type of threat.

I'm pointedly not answering whether the medbay will restock. You'll all see for yourselves soon enough, after all.

[Huney]

"I'M OKAY!" Komaru shouts at Haruka with the calmness of a tornado. "I'M DOING GREAT! I AM INCREDIBLY FINE AND CALM!"

[wahoothis]

Ranma slightly flinched at the sudden yelling. "Yes, because when I'm fine, I too scream my lungs out. . . You sure you're alright Komaru?" He's not good at talking to people and trying to make them feel better.

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

I know I scream. I'M PERFECTLY FINE!!!!!!!!! EVERYTHING IS A-OKAY!!!!!!!!!! IT'S ALL COOL IN THE HOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Huney]

"AYUUUAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

[wahoothis]

Okay, everything's going to shit. This is perfect. First thing he's going to do is put a hand on Ronnie's mouth to shut him up. Next, he's going to walk over and put a hand on Komaru's shoulder. "Komaru, I need you to look at me. Just breath. . ." That's what you're supposed to tell someone when they're panicking to do, right?