He winces to Red Robert; "I know, it's just hard killing a man. The Frenchman was hard enough." Then taking in the bridge he looks to the Captain, angrily asking; "When are we getting to Ryuko's estate, damn it man, we are First Class." taking his emotions out on the hapless authoritarian.
Trusting in Duke Leto, the great investigator - Wowbagger thinks, if Leto deoesn't like Robert, he probably has good reason. He wouldn't vote this late without a reason.
"OK, since Leto knew it was you Red Robert, I will have to believe he kept it quiet to avoid assassination."
Robert nods softly, patting the young Englishman on the shoulder consolingly. "Aye Jimmy. Tis hard to take a life but if it be for our safety? Gladly I will do it!"
With a curt bow Sir James replies; "You are a good man, Robert. Obviously you don't just like 'tossing it off', it's hard to find a man of your timber."
Ruffling his matted blonde hair in frustration Lugwaude replies to the professor "V'ah yes ethics. V'no I suppose I am a bit lacking in that department for my ethos lies with progress rather than ethics."
Looking depressed by the sudden turn of events "V'well I weigh speculate our friend the wowbagger is no killer and he stood with me previously 'vwould be rude to not return the favor despite how bleak events appear."
His eyes brighten for a brief moment "Supposing none this rabble doesn't come to sense wowbagger, may I take claim to your fancy other worldly technology. V'wit would be most useful to me should I escape this treacherous airship with my life." and as such Dr. Lugwaude takes a deep breath of the noxious fumes dosed in his handkerchief and lets out a wry little giggle before his eyes glaze over in a hazy stupor.
Alessandra is lost in thought.
On the one hand, Wowbagger had said terrible, terrible things about her that had cut her to the core and left her stewing about the mysterious stranger for weeks... but that was long ago. It hardly seemed ladylike to hold infinite boredom against a fellow, and to his credit he had refrained for saying anything the least bit insulting to her thus-far on this voyage... aside from that tasteless accusation of being an assassin.
On the other hand, nobody could be as dense as that Red Robert fellow. A flat caber?! The more she thought about it the more certain she grew that it had to be an elaborate act to get the aristocrats to underestimate him and lower their guard enough to accept him as a (very inbred) member of society. She looked down at her own suede pumps and reflected that the only real reason she suspected Wowbagger was the scuffs on his boots, and she had to confess that not everyone paid the same attention to their footwear as she did to hers...
Sir James looks to Red Robert; "Well we damned well told the Captain where he was to go. Now to get back to the rest and sort out what is going on." As they enter to parlour on the ship, they see the others watching them with accusitory eyes. "Ma'am-Professor, Doctor, Mr Wow-bagger."
"Aye Jimmy!"
As they enter, Robert frowns between the other three aristocrats surviving, before laughing softly. "So serious. I know we are few now, but let us atleast have a drink! Whattya say?!"
"Certainly, old chap." He pours out a brandy and swirls the drink around the bowl, then gets a cigar out of a box and lights it with his silver lighter. He offers Robert and the others one, but ignores the stares. "We told the pilot where to go."
"Why thank you Jim lad!" Taking the brandy, Robert salutes the survivors. "We live such short lives, us of HUMAN stock. Here is to maybe our last day on earth!" Downing the drink, he smiled, before taking a seat.
"I hear the voting has gone against me. A poor thing that. I need money or I would raise this mask and prove I am no Assassin. Come dear Professor. I have not once raised a vote against you, never. Surely you can be swayed to join me and young James here in outing the proper assassin. Wowbagger is a slippery one, and he has swayed you, but he is the killer. I assure you, I am not!"
"I guess Sir James is an assassin. He should have changed his vote last round if he was an assassin. But more importantly, h should have changed his vote this round if he was innocent to Red Robert."
Why didn't Sir James break the tie unless he was be very cagey last round?
"Sir James, you need to vote for Red Robert if you are not an assassin, as I am sure an assassin will change his vote at the last minute to win."
"Duke Leto died with his investigation not quite complete. If I should die, my death proves the assassin is Sir James."
"Aye Jimmy lad, change your vote to me, that is what the Assassin wants. You heard it from his lips!" Robert laughs softly, shaking his head.
"You have your Victory now Wowbagger. You have convinced most of us suvivors that I am an Assassin. With me gone, the rest will fall to your whim slowly but surely. Phah! A pox on you and your family you slippery Alien!
Standing, Robert grabs a bottle of whiskey off of a tray of a passing waitress, before ripping out the stopper with his teeth and downing half of it in one go.
"If I die I die proud and free. And full to the f$#*n gills!" Laughing loudly, Robert moves to stare out of a port hole, nursing the rest of the bottle as he comes to terms with his impending doom.
James stands and puffs out his chest; "Really, I should vote for him - elsewise you are claiming that Dr Lugwaude, Alessandra or yourself is the assassin and will change your votes to ensure a stalemate. But he is my friend..." He takes another draft of his brandy.
"Well if the vote has certainly gone against you friend, I am sorry Robert. You can live the Wowbagger."
Current Votes:
Wowbagger: 1 (Red Robert)
Red Robert: 4 (Wowbagger, Dr. Lugwaude, Sir James, Prof. Alessandra)
"Well, we are not out of the woods yet, my nobles. And I am the number one target of the assassin."
Did James change his vote because he is innocent like I surmised last round. Or is he the clever assassin. Wait, Red Robert had to convince Sir James to vote for me, the clever assassins already were in league.
"James, you are most likely a noble or the Fox. The clever scotsman played a fiendish game."
As Wowbagger addressed James, Robert began to laugh ominously.
Robert's laugh irritated the nobles, but it was him reaching into his pack that was the last straw. Each noble drew their pistols and fired upon him. The mad Scot went down under a hail of bullets, The mask of The Silver Fox sailing away from where he had begun to draw it from behind his back. Wowbagger and Professor Alessandra had only a moment to mourn their luck before a second set of shots rang out, and they knew no more. Sir James Dunham-Fairfax and Dr. Lugwaude stood behind them, pistols raised and ready in case their final targets moved once more. It seems the 'nobles' were not as tough as they thought. It took no more bullets.
Sir James raises his glass in a toast,
Wow, that was a stunner. I was talked out of voting for Alessandra, but no one else even suspected her. The suspicious last minute vote was my only clue.
Congrats and well done assassins. I had one out of two right, but unfortunately my one out of two were not close to the one of two Robert had. Robert and I would never have compromised on that final vote.
So when the Professor said I was hiding something, she was right!
-Bows-
How did all these people die if every vote was for The Red Robert?
The other two died from Assassination!
Oh, Derp.
That was obvious...
Hahahaha! Aye just a tad!
Well played everyone. Perhaps next game I will create a more respectable character.