The In Character Character Game: Part III

[Paxus Asclepius]

He tries to make us mindless puppets with his stupid children songs, what do you think would clean a child's brain after an afternoon of listening to Barney? What could make him escape that monster's grasp? Think like children!"

"He's obviously using serious magic to enhance his songs; what we need is a counter to that magic. I doubt the solution is going to be as poetic as Hollywood kid's films like."

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"Don't go assuming it's all a nightmare. I'd rather not have someone pulling the Unbeliever schtick."

"I don't know that movie," murmurs the increasingly bewildered Thomas. He gives a small wave of his hand, a far cry from the extravagent bow of before. The hiccuping glow, the assorted people saying bizzare things, the wierd outfits.... "Nice to meet you all, anyway."

He rubs the bridge of his nose with his right hand. "Gah. None of this makes any sense. Why are you all here, anyway? I flew in from Boston for Ithacon, and then things got wierd, and then I turned up here. Why are you in a restaraunt if you're off to, uh..." he shakes his head in dismay, "save the world from Barney?" The young man blinks. "Jesus, that sounds wierd."

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

"I don't know that movie," murmurs the increasingly bewildered Thomas.

"It's a book. Two trilogies, actually. Stephen Donaldson."

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"It's a book. Two trilogies, actually. Stephen Donaldson."

"Ah." Thomas nods slightly, then looks at man's clicking pocket, and considers his apparent knowledge of firearms. "You know, you remind me of a friend of mine. Only he'd have another on his ankle and one more down the back of his waistband. Wierd guy. He'd fit right in, here."

 

[KitanaVorr]

"Reinforcements? Just in time too, there's some bad peoples who are in dire need of a good killing. Speaking of killing though," he says, and turns to Pliskin, "Snake, you're my best bet for some decent hardware. Is there anything I could do to get a SOCOM or something off you? FAMAS maybe? Can you supply? I'm kinda desperate, but then again it seems you might be out of the business."

Solid Snake looked at Festy-James thoughtfully. “Well, I’ve been out of the business for quite a while now.” He gestured at his Boatyard Grill restaurant by the marina. “But I might have some things left in the backroom somewhere.”

"So, Snake, what sort of weaponry should we use against Barney? We've already seen that he works powerful evil sorcery through his idiotic music, so d'you think that our own music could work as a countermeasure?" he asks the somber figure. "Maybe an electric guitar...? No, make that an electric guitar powered by magic that shoots rays of pure sonic energy..."

“You talking music to me?” Snake raised one brow. “Because if you want to do that, don’t bother. I listen. I don’t play.”

"This has got to be the geekiest conversation I've ever seen in my life"

Hanh chuckled at that remark. “Well, yeah! It’s kind of funny, don’t you think? I mean I certainly didn’t wake up this morning thinking I would be out hunting purple dinosaurs.”

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

"You know, you remind me of a friend of mine. Only he'd have another on his ankle and one more down the back of his waistband."

"If I could buy the sheaths on the cheap, I would, too. Custom leatherwork is expensive, and cheap stuff is uncomfortable and awkward. If I was 21, and could afford it, I'd have something heavier than a knife."

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Maybe. Now, what about weapons? If his song has a limited range, a good rifle should be able to hit him from outside it. I doubt anyone here can handle a Barret, but a 30.06 shouldn't be too hard to find, right?"

Festy raises his hand.

"I can handle a Barret," he says, with an evil grin, "I mean, yesterday I couldn't, but today is another matter."

He taps the side of his head.

"I thought I used to know a lot about guns, but now, well, those hiccups are the best thing that ever happened to me. I'm like a munitons encyclopedia now," Festy continues, "But anyways, I'm James, or Festy_Dog rather. Call me whatever you want."

Festy's attention returns to Snake.

"Mind if I check out what you've got put away?" he asks earnestly.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"If I could buy the sheaths on the cheap, I would, too. Custom leatherwork is expensive, and cheap stuff is uncomfortable and awkward. If I was 21, and could afford it, I'd have something heavier than a knife."

"Never seemed to bother him," Thomas murmurs, watching with some fascination the apparent arms deal going down between what appeared to be an Australian gun nut and a restaurateur.

 

[neoweasel]

"Mind if I check out what you've got put away?" he asks earnestly.

Andrew looks over at Snake and says "Actually, if you have a baseball bat or some heavy handy thing that looks fairly innocuous that'd be great. I CAN use guns, pistols and basic rifles at least, but I can't carry them legally. We should probably go and talk to Gandalf for more information on what we're facing, where we can find it, and how to counteract the worst of his powers."

 

[KitanaVorr]

Festy's attention returns to Snake.

"Mind if I check out what you've got put away?" he asks earnestly.

"Sure thing." Snake motioned for Festy to follow him as he leaves the group and heads to the kitchen. "I make a mean omlet too. Want to learn how?"

Its a pretty normal resturant kitchen, except Snake walks up to rather large steel cabinet and pulls it open with a clank. No security, nothing...but inside was just a bunch of boxes, old clothes, things Festy didn't really recognize.

The man pulled out a small cardboard box with a bunch of dusty rags in it. After digging around for a few minutes he pulled out a gun that looked like it had seen better times all dusty and scratched.

"It may not look like much now, but I've taken this baby with me on many missions," Snake explained, showing Festy-James the infamous SOCOM.