Suzu: (Running up the steps to the fire, huffing and puffing) Oh, I gotta exercise more. No flying around for me this month, I need to build up on my legs. And I shouldn't have eaten that burger that Marcus offered me. Quarter pounder my ass, it was still raw!
(People are passing Suzu on the stairs as she makes her way up to the second floor. They're carrying with them assorted weapons)
Suzu: Where are you guys going with those?
First person: Well, if the line gets really bad this time we'll be able to defend ourselves with these babies! No vampire is gonna make a meal outta me. (Whirls a morning star in the air and screams as it becomes embedded in his foot)
Second person: We got them from the Sarafan Lord. He's a really nice guy!
Suzu: ----rrriiiiiiiiiggggggggghhhhhhhhhhttttttttttt! You guys just better not intentionally injure anyone!
(Thinking to herself) But they do stand a better chance of killing themselves with the way they're holding the weapons. (Waves to the stupid people) Later.
First & second person(s): Bye! (Both clunk their heads with the maces their holding, effectively knocking themselves out. A fledgling vampire comes by and grabs the people to eat them later down the line)
Suzu: Oh boy.
(The seraphim/human continued to walk up the stairs until she finally arrived at the second level. Smoke is billowing from the closet where Anamae put the match from the last intermission. Suzu opens the door, sees the fire billowing out, as well as an assortment of demons capering around in the flames, then shuts the door again)
Suzu: Yeah, that makes sense. (Opens up the door again)
First little demon: Burn, baby burn!
Second little demon: Disco inferno!
(A little disco ball comes out of nowhere and 80's rock music begins to play. With this slightly disturbing scene etched into her mind, Suzu closes the door and decides that the fire is effectively under control, just that a couple of demons have taken up resident and decided to open a night club at the same time. Nothing new to report; the flames wouldn't spread anymore)
* * *
(Down at the food stalls. William the Just and Hash'ak'git both agreed that if they put on assorted music then no one would want to fight because they would be too busy listening to the music. At the moment, the goth/punk song 'The Kinslayer' by Nightwish is blaring over the PA system)
Moebius: What a horrible sound.
Mortanius: It isn't all that bad. If you don't mind a mix of opera and rock music. It's sweeping the whole country, you know.
Moebius: Well, it still sucks.
Dejoule: Shut up, I cannot hear the words!
Moebius: What is there to hear? Someone going on and on how they have killed all their enemies before them and then they go psycho, slaying even their own kin. What does it mean?
Nupraptor: I believe it holds some sub-consciousness significance. Like how the Sarafan turned amongst themselves, persecuting everyone in their ranks and then-
Bane: We don't need a history lesson, Nuppy. So get off of it.
Random Seraphim: Be quiet, mortals. We enjoy this music and intend to listen to it, okay? Oh, I love that line 'Good wombs have born bad sons.'
Moebius: That makes no sense!
Random Seraphim: If one were to look at you, then you would understand the meaning of the line.
Moebius: What was that?
Dejoule: He insulted you.
Random Seraphim: Yes, and I shall do it again and again until you shut up. (Listens to the next piece of music, which is a piano instrumental) Oh, I like this!
(In fact, it seems that most of the people do. Some actually begin to dance in the lines with their respective partners. William, who is for once serving food to the many customers, does not have to worry about getting chopped up, stabbed, burned, fanged, or clobbered by any angry people. They all seem so --- mellow)
William the Just: I told you it would work, Hash'ak'git.
Hash'ak'git: Whatever. (The slow music stops and more heavy metal comes on from the Cruxshadows) Oh yeah, this is the good stuff!
(And now the crowd begins to get rambunctious and for no reason the theatre house's lights dim, strobe lights come on and everyone begins to go all out like it's a rave)
Faustus: Hey, I like this music.
Sebastian: (Looking at a strobe light) It's shiny and flashy and mesmerizing - I am coming to the light. (Eyes get burned when he looks at it too closely) Ah, it burns!!!!!
Faustus: (Shouting over the people dancing and singing) Marcus, are you all right?
(Unfortunately Marcus was not all right. Since his powers are those of the mind, any noise that is a bit too loud for him will give him a headache. He is, at the moment, effectively having a seizure on the ground, holding his head in his hands and rolling back and forth while frothing at the mouth)
Lorant: Is he gonna be okay?
Faustus: He'll get over it.
(Further down the line)
Turel: (Dancing with a water nymph, in fact the same one that Rahab had his eyes on before) So can you live out of the water too?
Water nymph: Oh you, hehehehehe!
Dumah: Will this music stop?
Raziel: I dunno. And Turel better watch out to make sure Rahab doesn't attack him or something like that. I hope they're still selling those burritos.
Dumah: The ones with the cheese and onions in them? The ones that give you bad gas and would most likely make you torch down the whole Sanctuary of the Clans if you positioned yourself in front of any flame, no matter how small it would be?
Raziel: (Silence, then) Yes Dumah. Those burritos.
Dumah: I'm bored. I bet I could make a mob happen here.
Zephon: (Still dressed up) Please don't, Dumah.
Dumah: Because you asked so nicely, I'm gonna do the exact opposite and start a mob scene. (Climbs up on a box holding extra food and cups his hands to his mouth) People, listen up! (Music stops, all eyes turn towards Dumah) People, I have from official sources that Janos is actually beating up on Ariel at this exact moment.
(Gasps come from the crowd of vampires, humans/Sarafan and Seraphim)
Dumah: Now who is with me is rescuing Ariel from Janos?
(The whole crowd shouts out and begins to stampede back towards the main part of the theatre house. They stream around the chairs and aisles, brandishing axes and pitchforks that they all somehow managed to pick up, chanting how they were going to destroy Janos in the worst possible ways, like the good old tar and feathers solution or the rack)
Raziel: (Still in line to get his food) Are you proud of this, Dumah?
Dumah: Yes, I am.
Raziel: You have now effectively screwed us, and the whole play, over. Without Lord Capulet, nothing can go on.
Dumah: (Realization comes across his face) Uh-oh. Umm, where's Zephon?
Turel: Stampeded somewhere underneath the people. He couldn't get out of the way with his high heels, but he'll be fine once we find him. If we find him. (Looks at the non-existent line) All right, we don't have to wait anymore.
(Backstage)
Anamae: (Playing cards with Umah) What the hell is that noise? (Goes over to the curtains and opens it up, seeing the tidal wave of people) Oh shit!
Umah: (Sees the people too) Janos, run away!!!!!!!!
(Janos, who had been trying to explain to a very angry Kain that he was only acting the whole time and didn't really hit her, saw the evil humanity come spilling across the stage and racing towards him)
Janos: Why are my own people attacking me?
Rahabim vampire: There he is! Get the giant winged blueberry! (Tosses a spear at Janos)
(Well Anamae tried to step out in front of the crowd, waving her hands and shouting at them to stop. But whom do you think actually won in this little mess? The score is as follows: Mob - 1 Anamae - 0. Janos flew up into the higher reaches of the theatre house, right into the rigging. The cast and crewmembers, yes even Malek, tried to stop the people from attacking the very old Ancient. Janos couldn't fight very well, because as we all know in BO2, he got his respective ass kicked by the Sarafan Lord easily)
Sarafan Lord: (Watching from the balcony) Oh yes, he did.
Kain: Back people, back! (Begins to chop at them with Soul Reaver)
Umah: Don't do that! They're paying customers!
(Now someone had the brilliant idea of getting Ariel so she could explain to everyone that she was okay and nothing bad was happening to her. So Vorador dragged out Ariel from her dressing room and pulled her in front of the mob so they could see that she was all right)
Vorador: Look people, look! Ariel is not abused at all!
Random mobster: How do we know for sure?
Ariel: Because Janos wouldn't do anything like that!
Janos: Indeed I would not. (Holding onto a coil of rope at the very top of the ceiling)
Ariel: People, as the directress has stated, this is all a play and does not pertain to real life in any fashion, like RPGing with a passion with friends online.
Elder God: Let's ask the directress once again! Where is she?
King Ottomar: I do believe that we have effectively trampled her, like the nurse.
Kain: Oh, I'll get her. (Wades through the crowd and finally picks up Anamae by the scruff of her neck)
Anamae: Mommy---all the pretty colours and faces---ponies and unicorns---
Kain: Look what you people have done. It will be a dark miracle if she comes back to her complete senses and retains her sanity.
Umah: Kain, she wasn't very sane to begin with.
Kain: That's beside the point!
Anamae: (Snaps back to the real world) I'm fine, really.
Kain: Good. (Drops her) Explain to the people once again that this is all make-believe.
Anamae: (Looks at the crowd) What he said.
(The crowd muttered and grumbled, uncertain of what to do now)
Malek: Go back and get some food?
(The crowd agreed with the Sarafan paladin, moving back from the stage and heading out the doors to retake their place in line)
Vorador: Father, you can come down now!
Janos: Okay.
(So Janos tried to come down, with a half-glide/climbing motion. Unfortunately, Janos lost his grip and fell head first into the stage floor. As such, he was knocked out)
Kain: This is not good.
Umah: Tell me about it.
Anamae: Well, that's nothing new with everything that's been happening. Melchiah, drag Janos off next to the knocked out director. Vorador, since you kinda made him come down and knock him out, and that you know his lines, you'll be playing his part now.
Vorador: I'm to be Lord Capulet as well as Lord Montague? Isn't it a little redundant?
Anamae: I'm beyond all caring now. It's like flogging the proverbial dead horse. (Looks over to her right and sees a group of people hitting a stuffed horse) I hate my life. The play will go on even if it all comes down to one person playing everyone else's parts!
Vorador: Very well. Then let the play commence; at least I have more lines.
(People are passing Suzu on the stairs as she makes her way up to the second floor. They're carrying with them assorted weapons)
Suzu: Where are you guys going with those?
First person: Well, if the line gets really bad this time we'll be able to defend ourselves with these babies! No vampire is gonna make a meal outta me. (Whirls a morning star in the air and screams as it becomes embedded in his foot)
Second person: We got them from the Sarafan Lord. He's a really nice guy!
Suzu: ----rrriiiiiiiiiggggggggghhhhhhhhhhttttttttttt! You guys just better not intentionally injure anyone!
(Thinking to herself) But they do stand a better chance of killing themselves with the way they're holding the weapons. (Waves to the stupid people) Later.
First & second person(s): Bye! (Both clunk their heads with the maces their holding, effectively knocking themselves out. A fledgling vampire comes by and grabs the people to eat them later down the line)
Suzu: Oh boy.
(The seraphim/human continued to walk up the stairs until she finally arrived at the second level. Smoke is billowing from the closet where Anamae put the match from the last intermission. Suzu opens the door, sees the fire billowing out, as well as an assortment of demons capering around in the flames, then shuts the door again)
Suzu: Yeah, that makes sense. (Opens up the door again)
First little demon: Burn, baby burn!
Second little demon: Disco inferno!
(A little disco ball comes out of nowhere and 80's rock music begins to play. With this slightly disturbing scene etched into her mind, Suzu closes the door and decides that the fire is effectively under control, just that a couple of demons have taken up resident and decided to open a night club at the same time. Nothing new to report; the flames wouldn't spread anymore)
* * *
(Down at the food stalls. William the Just and Hash'ak'git both agreed that if they put on assorted music then no one would want to fight because they would be too busy listening to the music. At the moment, the goth/punk song 'The Kinslayer' by Nightwish is blaring over the PA system)
Moebius: What a horrible sound.
Mortanius: It isn't all that bad. If you don't mind a mix of opera and rock music. It's sweeping the whole country, you know.
Moebius: Well, it still sucks.
Dejoule: Shut up, I cannot hear the words!
Moebius: What is there to hear? Someone going on and on how they have killed all their enemies before them and then they go psycho, slaying even their own kin. What does it mean?
Nupraptor: I believe it holds some sub-consciousness significance. Like how the Sarafan turned amongst themselves, persecuting everyone in their ranks and then-
Bane: We don't need a history lesson, Nuppy. So get off of it.
Random Seraphim: Be quiet, mortals. We enjoy this music and intend to listen to it, okay? Oh, I love that line 'Good wombs have born bad sons.'
Moebius: That makes no sense!
Random Seraphim: If one were to look at you, then you would understand the meaning of the line.
Moebius: What was that?
Dejoule: He insulted you.
Random Seraphim: Yes, and I shall do it again and again until you shut up. (Listens to the next piece of music, which is a piano instrumental) Oh, I like this!
(In fact, it seems that most of the people do. Some actually begin to dance in the lines with their respective partners. William, who is for once serving food to the many customers, does not have to worry about getting chopped up, stabbed, burned, fanged, or clobbered by any angry people. They all seem so --- mellow)
William the Just: I told you it would work, Hash'ak'git.
Hash'ak'git: Whatever. (The slow music stops and more heavy metal comes on from the Cruxshadows) Oh yeah, this is the good stuff!
(And now the crowd begins to get rambunctious and for no reason the theatre house's lights dim, strobe lights come on and everyone begins to go all out like it's a rave)
Faustus: Hey, I like this music.
Sebastian: (Looking at a strobe light) It's shiny and flashy and mesmerizing - I am coming to the light. (Eyes get burned when he looks at it too closely) Ah, it burns!!!!!
Faustus: (Shouting over the people dancing and singing) Marcus, are you all right?
(Unfortunately Marcus was not all right. Since his powers are those of the mind, any noise that is a bit too loud for him will give him a headache. He is, at the moment, effectively having a seizure on the ground, holding his head in his hands and rolling back and forth while frothing at the mouth)
Lorant: Is he gonna be okay?
Faustus: He'll get over it.
(Further down the line)
Turel: (Dancing with a water nymph, in fact the same one that Rahab had his eyes on before) So can you live out of the water too?
Water nymph: Oh you, hehehehehe!
Dumah: Will this music stop?
Raziel: I dunno. And Turel better watch out to make sure Rahab doesn't attack him or something like that. I hope they're still selling those burritos.
Dumah: The ones with the cheese and onions in them? The ones that give you bad gas and would most likely make you torch down the whole Sanctuary of the Clans if you positioned yourself in front of any flame, no matter how small it would be?
Raziel: (Silence, then) Yes Dumah. Those burritos.
Dumah: I'm bored. I bet I could make a mob happen here.
Zephon: (Still dressed up) Please don't, Dumah.
Dumah: Because you asked so nicely, I'm gonna do the exact opposite and start a mob scene. (Climbs up on a box holding extra food and cups his hands to his mouth) People, listen up! (Music stops, all eyes turn towards Dumah) People, I have from official sources that Janos is actually beating up on Ariel at this exact moment.
(Gasps come from the crowd of vampires, humans/Sarafan and Seraphim)
Dumah: Now who is with me is rescuing Ariel from Janos?
(The whole crowd shouts out and begins to stampede back towards the main part of the theatre house. They stream around the chairs and aisles, brandishing axes and pitchforks that they all somehow managed to pick up, chanting how they were going to destroy Janos in the worst possible ways, like the good old tar and feathers solution or the rack)
Raziel: (Still in line to get his food) Are you proud of this, Dumah?
Dumah: Yes, I am.
Raziel: You have now effectively screwed us, and the whole play, over. Without Lord Capulet, nothing can go on.
Dumah: (Realization comes across his face) Uh-oh. Umm, where's Zephon?
Turel: Stampeded somewhere underneath the people. He couldn't get out of the way with his high heels, but he'll be fine once we find him. If we find him. (Looks at the non-existent line) All right, we don't have to wait anymore.
(Backstage)
Anamae: (Playing cards with Umah) What the hell is that noise? (Goes over to the curtains and opens it up, seeing the tidal wave of people) Oh shit!
Umah: (Sees the people too) Janos, run away!!!!!!!!
(Janos, who had been trying to explain to a very angry Kain that he was only acting the whole time and didn't really hit her, saw the evil humanity come spilling across the stage and racing towards him)
Janos: Why are my own people attacking me?
Rahabim vampire: There he is! Get the giant winged blueberry! (Tosses a spear at Janos)
(Well Anamae tried to step out in front of the crowd, waving her hands and shouting at them to stop. But whom do you think actually won in this little mess? The score is as follows: Mob - 1 Anamae - 0. Janos flew up into the higher reaches of the theatre house, right into the rigging. The cast and crewmembers, yes even Malek, tried to stop the people from attacking the very old Ancient. Janos couldn't fight very well, because as we all know in BO2, he got his respective ass kicked by the Sarafan Lord easily)
Sarafan Lord: (Watching from the balcony) Oh yes, he did.
Kain: Back people, back! (Begins to chop at them with Soul Reaver)
Umah: Don't do that! They're paying customers!
(Now someone had the brilliant idea of getting Ariel so she could explain to everyone that she was okay and nothing bad was happening to her. So Vorador dragged out Ariel from her dressing room and pulled her in front of the mob so they could see that she was all right)
Vorador: Look people, look! Ariel is not abused at all!
Random mobster: How do we know for sure?
Ariel: Because Janos wouldn't do anything like that!
Janos: Indeed I would not. (Holding onto a coil of rope at the very top of the ceiling)
Ariel: People, as the directress has stated, this is all a play and does not pertain to real life in any fashion, like RPGing with a passion with friends online.
Elder God: Let's ask the directress once again! Where is she?
King Ottomar: I do believe that we have effectively trampled her, like the nurse.
Kain: Oh, I'll get her. (Wades through the crowd and finally picks up Anamae by the scruff of her neck)
Anamae: Mommy---all the pretty colours and faces---ponies and unicorns---
Kain: Look what you people have done. It will be a dark miracle if she comes back to her complete senses and retains her sanity.
Umah: Kain, she wasn't very sane to begin with.
Kain: That's beside the point!
Anamae: (Snaps back to the real world) I'm fine, really.
Kain: Good. (Drops her) Explain to the people once again that this is all make-believe.
Anamae: (Looks at the crowd) What he said.
(The crowd muttered and grumbled, uncertain of what to do now)
Malek: Go back and get some food?
(The crowd agreed with the Sarafan paladin, moving back from the stage and heading out the doors to retake their place in line)
Vorador: Father, you can come down now!
Janos: Okay.
(So Janos tried to come down, with a half-glide/climbing motion. Unfortunately, Janos lost his grip and fell head first into the stage floor. As such, he was knocked out)
Kain: This is not good.
Umah: Tell me about it.
Anamae: Well, that's nothing new with everything that's been happening. Melchiah, drag Janos off next to the knocked out director. Vorador, since you kinda made him come down and knock him out, and that you know his lines, you'll be playing his part now.
Vorador: I'm to be Lord Capulet as well as Lord Montague? Isn't it a little redundant?
Anamae: I'm beyond all caring now. It's like flogging the proverbial dead horse. (Looks over to her right and sees a group of people hitting a stuffed horse) I hate my life. The play will go on even if it all comes down to one person playing everyone else's parts!
Vorador: Very well. Then let the play commence; at least I have more lines.