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Still a construct but may have a soul?

Well, this is interesting. I was an artificial intellect installed into a body constructed of dead flesh. I most certainly did not expect to experience an afterlife. All I sought was sweet oblivion, that I would not harm those I had come to admire further!

...Was that a bloody dragon that just flew past?


Still a construct but may have a soul?

I am checking in from the Great Beyond! OOOooooOOOOooo!!


Treppa wrote:
taig wrote:
You should post in here more often. :D
I agree! Smashtag was an awesome zombie construct.

I absolutely loved playing this character. Too bad he had to be evulz.


Still a construct but may have a soul?
Taraz the Wastrel wrote:
Rashida Massri wrote:
Ya wants I should stab 'im, boss?
Nah, I think Cassie called dibs on the Baron...

Wait, what?


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Still a construct but may have a soul?

As the hour is about to close, Gigus nods one final time to Rashida Massri and Cassandra DuSollier.

"My friends, I think it is time we found out what I am. I do not wish to be at my fellow Baron's mercy. If I am to die, it will be by my hand, not his."

He stands and looks around at the assembled aristocrats.

"My lords, my ladies, I do not know if you are correct in accusing me of being an assassin, but I believe I am done playing Von Ryuko's games, and it is high time we all knew the truth."

The zombie lord's hands slowly move up to his mask as he turns to stare at the balcony.

"Von Ryuko, I forsake any claims to your 'prizes'. This mask comes off NOW."

Steeling himself, his fingers grip the mask, and it clicks mechanically as he pulls the mask away.

He turns slowly, the mask barely held by limp fingers, to show everyone the blue ocular lenses, the cables leading from them into empty eye sockets, the mark of the Assassins carved deep into his forehead.

His fingers tremblingly feel around the inside of the metallic mask, touching the cords, the eye sockets, and rising to his wasted forehead. When he encounters the mark, he flinches.

"Gods, I am no zombie... I'm not alive, I was never alive... I'm a construct..."

He slaps the mask back on and whirls, optics blazing, towards Von Ryuko.

"The first thing I remember, I TRULY remember, is arriving here! You custom-built me for this party, didn't you?! Everything I know applies to someone at this party! Dancing for Cassie, snakes and mythology for Rashida, insects and robots for Taraz, strategy for Wowbagger, natural history for Ritter... what happened, 'Baron', were there too few assassins for your amusement?"

He turns back to Rashida and Cassie.

"All the clues were there... the name, the stitching, the tattered clothing... the oddbod look. I am the new 'modern Prometheus' to Von Ryuko's Dr. Frankenstein!"

He hangs his head, his voice growing softer.

"You had to give me emotions, didn't you, Baron? The foolery wouldn't be complete if I didn't have them; what you didn't count on, though, was me actually coming to like these people: Cassandra DuSollier's carefree spirit, Rashida Massri's beautiful grace, Taraz' wit and hidden honor, Professor Devries' sacrifice and nobility."

"That was what became the problem, wasn't it? I didn't go insane; I glitched, fighting against the kill commands programmed into me!"

He steps further away from Massri and DuSollier, his hand going once again to his mask.

"I am done playing your games, Von Ryuko. I am no Assassin! You will not control my actions any longer."

He looks one last time, longingly, at his friends, before the great fist tightens around the mask.

Suddenly, he gives a mighty yank, and the mask rips free, ocular cables trailing, pops and snaps from within his skull, pieces of circuit boards breaking free from the empty eye sockets. Smoke begins to pour from the sockets, his whole body convulses, and his hand clenches and shatters the mask, blue lenses flying.

He falls, 'lifelessly', to the floor.


Still a construct but may have a soul?

Gigus smiles wistfully when Cassie kisses his cheek, and actually manages a small chuckle when she begins pestering Alessandra for a dance; and he nods at the Mason's words. He then turns back to his introspection, occassionally glancing at or whispering to Rashida. He seems lense tense or worried now and more poised and ready.


Still a construct but may have a soul?

Gigus' gaze breaks from the balcony, looking between Cassie and Rashida in astonishment and gratitude. He then bows his head, one hand clinging to Lady DuSollier as the stitched one takes the golden snake.

"If what we learn at the stroke of the hour is what we expect it to be…then I do not deserve friends like you, Madame DuSollier, Most Holy…but thank you. I am greatly touched and honored by both of your actions."

He presses the snake to his cheek and leans against Cassie's support as the clock advances slowly, inexorably.


Still a construct but may have a soul?

"Nay, Lady DuSollier. I appreciate the kindness, but for me the time for dancing has passed,"Gigus says, never removing his eyes from the balcony.


Still a construct but may have a soul?
Meowselsworth wrote:
"I am sorry, Baron…"

The zombie nods to the feline Duchess, wiping his cheeks, the blue eyes brightening a little.

"I understand, Your Grace, and for what little it means, I regret casting a vote for you in a futile attempt to save my hide. You have been quite the marvel, in every sense, at this party."

Rashida Massri wrote:
"And you, Baron…"

As Rashida glides towards him, the zombie wrings his hands, and sits in silence throughout her speech.

"I do not have to imagine your pain, Most Holy," and he holds up his bare wrist, "For even though I knew it was coming, I never knew anything could cut so deep as feeling that snake slither from my arm. My dear Massri, I… I cannot do anything but trust you…"

He looks down at his hands.

"Gods, could that be the truth of it, what you suggest? I know not who I am; I know not if I am even sane! Who? If this is true, who would gain by sending one who deceives even himself to this gala…"

The blue eyes turn towards the balcony where Baron Von Ryuko stands watching.

"Lady Alessandra, ignore my ramblings as you should…I think I may know who deserves my ire."


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"Oh, Lord Taraz, you great fool, you have made yourself a target to prove a claim that isn't true," the zombie says sadly. "But, for what it is worth, you have certainly proven yourself to be a fine man, despite your predicaments of the feminine persuasion."

The zombie looks around at the accusing nobles, his ravaged face under the half-mask wet with tears.

"I wish I could say there is a phylactery, my Lord, but I simply do not know. Believe me when I say that other than hints and flashes, this party is all I have known. Why, why, would I want to harm any of you? I know what death does first-hand, and it cripples me to think of any of you going the route I have already walked!"

Von Zombi huddles in his chair, the blue eyes in the half-mask barely alight.

"But it don't signify, I suppose. Which if I am to be hauled before the mast, a shot to the brain, if you please."

He manages to muster up a wan smile.

"That IS how one kills a zombie, after all."


Still a construct but may have a soul?

The zombie's eyes suddenly dim a bit, and he shakes his head, looking confused.

"Lord Jin…? I…I do not know who to trust… I trusted the Mason and she turned Taraz against me… I trusted Cassandra and she kissed the Devil… I trusted Rashida and she was the second to cast her vote against me… I told her everything!"

"Lord Wowbagger, Lord Jin, Whatever-you-are Ingilstadt, Lady Kimefe… you are right… I must Think. Think, you cursed dead wretch!"

change vote to Meowselsworth for now


Still a construct but may have a soul?

"Like dancing with you…like dancing…my gods… You Kissed The Man, And He Died…Alessandra killed him… the Assassins Killed No One Because they were identifying each Other…but the Only Threat to the assassins was the one who'd fallen in love with an aristocrat…" the zombie suddenly starts chanting.

"Alessandra had the Russian contact me to vouch for her status and I told him I suppoertedsupported her butshe never contacted me because 'why does she torment me so like the Cassandra of old' I was with Cassie and Cassie my gods Cassie my dear my lovely Parisian you have solved the mystery!"

The zombie jumps to his feet, the blue eyes blazing.

"Alessandra Devries, You Are No Mason. You Are an Assassin. You Fooled Us Into Believing That You Were True By Sacrificing Duke Leto, Who You Believed To Be The Lover And Thus Capable Of Betraying You. You Have Targeted Me Because You Knew I Feared You Would And You Needed To Keep Attention Off Of You While You Seek Out The Lover, Since Leto Was Not Your Turncoat!"

"Lady Alessandra Devries, prepare your soul, for Your Time Has Come."

The Baron votes for Alessandra Devries


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"I Am Innocent, Cassandra DuSollier," the zombie says hollowly, before turning to Wowbagger.

"I appreciate your assistance, My Lord, I truly do, but I cannot vote for the Duchess Meoselsworth. I believe her innocent, and even if her ploy results in my death, I hold no grudge. She only did what she thought would save all of our lives. I will not condemn her to Von Ryuko's bullet for that."


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"My dear Duchess, with all due respect, I did not attempt to talk strategy. I told you that I had not identified anyone, which was true then and true now. I do not know for certain the identities of the assassins."

The zombie then looks at Ingilstadt.

"If you do not wish to be nextnext on the Mason's list, dear Ingilstadt, do not support me. I can hopefully rise again; I do not know that you can."

He suudenly whirls towards Wowbagger, shocked.

"My lord, no! If you are innocent I would not see your blood either!"


Still a construct but may have a soul?

The zombie seems matter-of-fact as Professor Devries casts the accusation.

"If you will recall, Professor, I openly acknowledged that I attempted to lead Duchess Meowselsworth to believe me an assassin. It was a mistake to do so, and one that I now regret."

"Two of my predictions have come to pass, you see. I expected you to hurl your gauntlet to me earlier, and told several that I trusted of that suspicion. I was wrong in the timing, which given the chaos we are cast into, I can be forgiven for, I should think. "

"The second I already voiced. You, Madame, have proven yourself, and now any that cross you or slight you in any way will die as you point your delicately manicured finger. Was it that I sniffed your delicate game with Taraz, the public hatred to mask the private support? Or was it simply that I so vocally doubted you?"

"I remind all of you of my actions! I championed the refusal to lynch! Is that the action of an assassin? I supported Madame Devries against Duke Leto! Is THAT the action of an assassin? I have shared information with several of you freely! Yet now, one finger, one tiny little finger, will condemn me!"

"I AM NO ASSASSIN!"

The big zombie turns to Rashida, and for the first time he is visibly shaken, and a tear rolls from under his mask.

"Most Holy, I told you that I would never lie to you or deceive you. I tell you this now: I am innocent. I knew you would turn against me too; what I did not know was how painful it would be."

The zombie slowly shuffles to his empty table and sits down.


Still a construct but may have a soul?

"Dear Madame DuSollier, you did not know. I also fear it will get no easier this hour, but you are strong. Remember that,"the baron says as he slowly and gently pushes DuSollier away from himself and towards Rashida Massri.

As he watches the removal of the body, he says as if to himself, one hand clasped about his wrist, "While I did not predict the Duke's betrayal, I believe I have predicted what will occur this hour. I can only pray the outcome is not what I fear it will be."


Still a construct but may have a soul?

Von Zombi bows to Cassie DuSollier as their dance ends, then cocks his head to listen to Von Ryuko's announcement and watches Duke Leto's execution without flinching.

"I believe that answers many questions," he notes, rubbing his bare wrist.

As a servant rushes forward with a blanket at Eldon Gorski's call, the zombie quietly intercepts, taking the blanket and covering Duke Leto's body.

"You may have been a traitor, Duke, but death is never cause for celebration. Gods keep you."


Still a construct but may have a soul?

"Most certainly, Lady DuSollier," he says, standing up with sympathy writ plain upon his face. Von Zombi takes the Frenchwoman's hand and leads her to the dance floor, summoning every last bit of grace he can command.


Still a construct but may have a soul?

"For what it is worth, Duke Atredies, were mine the only 'life' I had to worry about, I would not have been able to vote against you," the zombie says quietly.


Still a construct but may have a soul?

From the table where he has been drinking somberly in the company of Taraz, Von Zombi frowns at Wowbagger's exuberance, then nods in agreement with Meowselsworth.

"Would that we could be spared this unpleasant task as well. It is not often that I curse my inability to achieve true drunkenness, but right now, it does not seem like such a bad idea."

He then tilts his head, looking thoughtful.


Still a construct but may have a soul?

"Your servant, Lord Taraz," Von Zombi says, filling a glass from the bottle and tipping it to Taraz.


Still a construct but may have a soul?

The zombie nods to Alessandra Devries as he stands.

"I had initially thought to wait a bit longer before casting my vote to give the Duke an opportunity to represent himself in defense. However, I feel that with support for your accusation from Lord Taraz, there is more evidence than I am aware of floating around."

"Forgive me for saying this, Madame, but I wish to also voice my concern that this will rapidly become a situation in which you point your finger, an accusation is launched, and someone loses his or her life without even a chance at fair trial. I note how quickly people were to vote in alignment with you; I find that highly disconcerting, as Duke Leto had no prospects for survival once you singled him out."

"All that being said, I believe your accusation is correct in this instance, and I vote in concert with you."

Gigus votes Duke Leto.


Still a construct but may have a soul?

"Perhaps I don't want to be like him when I grow up," Gigus muses to no-one in particular.


Still a construct but may have a soul?

"The pattern shifts," the zombie notes.


Still a construct but may have a soul?

Yeah, the deaths are gonna be tough.


Still a construct but may have a soul?

Von Zombi watches the group clustered around the Duchess, smiling faintly to himself, newly-stitched finger playing with the gold bracelet on his other wrist. The blue eyes twinkle and he hums to himself, clearly lost in thought.


Still a construct but may have a soul?

So . . . we're now in DougFungus' Dark Romantic Comedy Movie Mystery Tour, right?


Still a construct but may have a soul?

"Why thank you, Most Holy," the zombie says as he accepts the kit.

He then nods towards Duke Atredies, visible through the opened doors of the veranda.

"Can I be like him when I grow up?"


Still a construct but may have a soul?

The big zombie is half out of his chair a bare second after Kimefe's fall, but he checks himself as Massri returns to the table and sits back down.

"I am glad. The timing of her sudden fit of narcolepsy was unfortunately disconcerting."

Gigus looks down at his hands, which had been curled into blocky fists as he rose.

"Your stitching job is immaculate, Most Holy. I thank you."

He then turns back to Ritter with a grin.

"I believe we can strike zombies from your list of creepy-crawlies that are warded by silver, good sir."


Still a construct but may have a soul?

The zombie also peers with interest at Ritter's new cane.

"Your taste is impeccable, Lord Ritter. Tell me, are you familiar with fencing? I know some who fence also often carry a cane when they cannot carry a smallsword."

"Ballestra Into A Lunge, Parried, Riposted, Attempted Parry, Disengaged, Lateral Parry, Slow Riposte, Parry Misses, Blood." Gigus suddenly chants, seeming unaware that he does.


Still a construct but may have a soul?

Gigus watches closely, blue eyes bright, occasionally twitching a finger to tease Rashida's snake charm.


Still a construct but may have a soul?

"An extra hand would not be remiss, Most Holy. I thank you."

He stands, pulling a chair out for Rashida Massri with his good hand and ensuring she is comfortably seated before resuming his chair.


Still a construct but may have a soul?

"Not to worry, Lord Ritter. I am sure this hour's entertainment is soon to start," Von Zombi observes without looking up from his stitching.

"Most Holy, does our good Mason Do Well?"


Still a construct but may have a soul?

As the Paso Doble winds to its conclusion, the zombie finishes his steps with a flourish, reclaiming his shoulder cape and bowing low, only to have his recalcitrant finger betray him again, dropping to the floor.

"Of all the confounded times, you dreaded stitches!" Gigus grumbles, sweeping up his errant digit and stumping back to his recently vacated table, where he produces the loaned sewing kit and begins another surgery session.


Still a construct but may have a soul?

The zombie slides easily into the steps of the dance, adapting an uncommon style meant to suggest a bull. As DuSollier twirls around him, he whips his tattered shoulder-cape off and drapes it over Cassie's arm to represent the matador's cape.


Still a construct but may have a soul?

"I am sorry you are under this strain, Madame," the zombie says as he begins the dance with the Frenchwoman. "I hope this poor effort is of some assistance."


Still a construct but may have a soul?

"I will partner a dance again with you, Madame DuSollier, and gladly. Perhaps something more lively than our previous waltz?"

Von Zombi stands up and bows.

"As to the other, I cannot assist you there; I must wait for Lord Jin's instruction as to the game of mah-jong."


Still a construct but may have a soul?

The big zombie smiles over at DuSollier and spreads his hands wide.

"I think you were a front-row to the more eventful goings-on, Madame DuSollier!"


Still a construct but may have a soul?

"Chance... one walks In The Alley, but sees nothing, there Is nothing stalking, There Is Nothing waiting. Smoke...vapor...smell... Evanescent Glory awaits one at theGolden Throne we can see smoke, we can smell smoke is it perfume Is It Glory..."

The zombie's mutterings issuing from behind his steepled hands, the blue eyes seeming to see nothing, suddenly cease as Taraz shouts. He looks up and around, startled, but relaxes again as Taraz moves back on the dance floor and the ladies retire to the divan.

"Odd to find myself lost in such reverie," he remarks to himself.


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"Aye, Duchess," Gigus muses almost to himself, watching the cat move to the dance floor, "This next hour promises to be...interesting."

The blue eyes flick between the dancers on the floor and the hallway the Professor disappeared in as the stitched hands pour another drink.


Still a construct but may have a soul?

The big zombie sits alone at a table, watching the chaotic dances, his hands steepled in front of a slight smile. One heavy-booted foot taps in time to the music.


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Cassie DuSollier wrote:
Well it's partially the weekend. I am sure come Monday morn.... crickets chirp.

I think we smooshed the crickets with a wall of posts. Poor crickets.


Still a construct but may have a soul?

"A pattern emerges," Gigus jokes, watching Massri and DuSollier.

The zombie nods towards Atredies with respect.

"You, good sir, have been the only other partygoer to consistently match DuSollier for time on the dance floor. Quite an achievement, I'd say!"


Still a construct but may have a soul?

The zombie sits back down after his rant, panting.

"A coincidence, Lord Taraz, and not one I am happy about at the moment, I assure you."


Still a construct but may have a soul?

The zombie suddenly roars at the balcony and Ryuko, the blue eyes in his half-mask blazing.

"And What Would You Do, My Fellow 'Baron Von'? You Set The Rules For This Party! We Are Playing By Them! Are You Not Entertained? ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?"


Still a construct but may have a soul?

"Coincidentally, recent cellular studies conducted on the bones of ancient Egyptians of the working class showed that something in their diets provided them with a substance very structurally similar to a modern antibiotic; experiments in replicating their brewing methods proved that it was their unique beer," the Baron intones as he clumps back to his table.


Still a construct but may have a soul?

"Most, Holy, it simply appears that 'Ingilsworth' is a bit worse for drink. I am assured that 'Meowselstadt' is in no danger either?" the zombie deadpans.

"I shall allow the good waiter to finish ministrations; I think that best, this close to the hour mark."


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"Lord Jin, your analysis makes sense. I believe I will again vote for no lynching."

The zombie casts a concerned look to Ingilstadt.

"Are you quite alright, friend Ingilstadt? Need you any assistance?"

The zombie lord strides to Ingilstadt, beckoning a waiter to bring along a fresh carafe of water.

Vote = no lynch.


Still a construct but may have a soul?

"Fortunately, Lord Ritter, we seem to be mostly avoiding snap judgments, although certain pairings certainly have the potential."

Gigus takes a bow before Massri and the Duchess with a murmered thank you for the dance and apologies for the foot before taking a seat to himself, lost in thought.


Still a construct but may have a soul?

Boo on feeling rotten. Get to feeling better and come back soon.

I've only been in a few Mafia irc and irl games before, but I've read a lot of play-by-post ones, and I don't think I've ever run across one this convoluted. I mean, no lynchings, no assassinations, all the backroom soft networking, the power trips.

Seriously, if any of you haven't gone back and re-read the thread in its entirety, do it when you get a chance. It is awesome.

Edit: Morning coffee = obtained. Cleaned out the parts that made no sense. Posting prior to coffee bad.

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