Chapter 9: The God that Failed

[Alexei Nacharade]

Alexei shook his head uncertainly.

"I'm not sure, Tuesday left before I could really question her. Hilja left with some strange man who came back, but I'm not sure if you saw that or not."

He ran a hand through his hair.

"I wonder what that thing was, though, and why it was after Malak and Tuesday. I've never shot someone so many times and had them..." He psaused, regretting his choice of words, coughing.

"Maybe we should look for her soon."

[Linnea Korpela]

Linnea had been upstairs, little did Keito know that while she had done nearly all the paper work a few days ago she was still catching up a little. She sat on the couch with the television on and paper work scattered across the coffee table. Since Linnea was home alone she had thrown on some of her clothes that she wore while working in the studio, covered in paint and tore near the top of the overalls she found them the most comfy.
During a low volume part of the commercial she heard a knock downstairs, not really thinking much about it she jumped up and went downstairs. She was almost to the door when she regretted it.
"I hope its not another crazy," she muttered, the gallery was empty the and door locked. She had finally gotten all the crazies out and locked the door.
As she neared she saw that this person was pretty clean cut.
"Hmmm. Maybe not anymore today," she whispered as she unlocked the door.
"Can I help you?" she said as she opened the door.

["Niel" Samuelson]

Niel smiled when he saw her answer the door. His look faltered only slightly once he received that sensation behind his eyes that told him she wasn't human. It wasn't a terrible feeling like with vampires and demons and the like, though. This was a kind of peace of mind, as if he'd just finished a good bath with pleasent soap.

"Evening, ma'am." He tried to sound confident and casual at once. "Ms. Korpela, is it? My name is Niel and would you mind terribly if I stepped inside?"

He eyed her clothing. "If you aren't busy, I mean."

[Linnea Korpela]

Linnea hesitated for a moment.
"Sure no problem, come in. I was just doing some work upstairs. Can I offer you something to drink?" She moved aside and let the man enter. "Its nice to meet you Neil, I am Miss Korpela but you can call me Linnea."
She smiled slightly and waited for him to enter the gallery.

["Niel" Samuelson]

She's nice enough, he thought. But then, aren't they all before they try to grind your bones and the like?

He stepped inside. There were devotional paintings everywhere. As much as he believed in Manalism and appreciated the art, there was a sense that Ms. Korpela didn't enjoy her work. It was an asthetic feeling, a back-of-the-mind sort.

"Thank you, Linnea." His sixth-sense was putting him at a sense of ease. It was a pleasent feeling that made his tone jovial and put a smile on his face. "I'd appreciate some tea, if its not too much to ask."

[Linnea Korpela]

"No no thats fine. Please come upstairs. The only thing I have down here is supplies and paint," she smiled and started to lead the way. "I don't think paint tastes as good."
She smiled as her stupid joke and walked upstairs as she put some tea on the stove.
"Please. Sit anywhere you would like," she smiled.
This man seemed very quiet and very polite, it was a relief compared to the other people that she had run into recently. But there was one that seemed nice enough before she was arrested. At this memory she put her guard back up, so she started to listen to every word he said. Maybe he would say something to tip her off to his true intentions.
Keito would be very angry if she were to be put in jail again.


OCC. going to bed now. ill see you guys tomorrow!

["Niel" Samuelson]

He laughed at her paint joke. He couldn't think of a clever quip to follow-up with and that made it feel a tad awkward. It always made these odd person-to-person situations easier on both parties with a good joke (everyone knew that).

He was politely silent as he followed her upstairs. 'Knock-knock' jokes probably wouldn't fit the bill. It was a fine place and he sat down when she said it was fine. He made a point on his mental checklist to work on his impromptu conversation skills.

"Linnea, do you do much work with the Manalist church?" He ventured. "There is quite a lot of devotional art in your gallery, I couldn't help but notice."

[Virgil Evans]

The hammer fell with a oddly muffled striking sound, striking Virgil on the backside of his waist. His slime shivered as the force shifted into it, pulling all the strength of the swing into itself.

The delay was a faction of a second followed by explosive force as Virgil's upper and lower halves parted ways. From the waist down he literally came apart, slime splattering in all directions, raining down on the strangers.

Meanwhile Virgil's top half, still smiling, landing on its back. Slightly confused Virgil rolled his eyes towards the iron stranger. He hadn't been hit with such significant knetic force since they'd killed him for the first time.

"Entirely unkind," he said, pushing himself onto his stump. The wound was working in reverse, slime seemed to be pulling into it rather than flowing out. Infact, much of the loose goop around the room was flowing back towards Virgil.

[Jack Kruschev]

Anthony watched as Virgil executed the disgusting act. Running up to Virgil, he kicked him in the head and let four bullets off in the direction of his arms and legs.

"I hate you," Anthony screamed as he continued to attack Virgil.

[Linnea Korpela]

Linnea turned to get two cups from the cupboard, she froze at his question. She wasn't sure how to answer this, the last time it happened she said no and was arrested. She couldn't risk it again, these people were everywhere.
"Yes I do," she tried to sound convincing as she turned back around. "That's what I do. I mostly do paintings for the manalists."
She also tried to sound proud about her art, but she wasn't she hated the art that she had downstairs.

[Pyry Korpela]

The trip to the building in Helsinki was a long journey someone had sent him a picture of the father but an unknown to him artist. piece was exquisite a work of the father giving blessing to a flock of famine victims before they began to work in the fields. He cradled the painting in his arms as he knocked on her door a Linnea Korpela funny they had the same last name. he looked in the window and saw a light on and wondered if he should come back in the morning. He was already late for prayers and did not want to miss his nightly reading or red leaf intake.

to linnea

[Tuesday DeCastro]

Tuesday lunges out of the way, trying and failing to evade him. Shes frightened and near tears. She doesn't want to die, but has no way of protecting herself.

"Please, please, don't hurt me." She begs.

[Markus Dunstan]

Markus pulls out yet another copy of the socialist newspaper. He throws it on the floor in front of Tuesday and points at it vigorously. He wanted to know where it was being printed, and perhaps this woman could tell him what he wanted to know.

He looked around to make sure the room was secure, then pointed at the paper once more.

[Tuesday DeCastro]

Tuesday's face fell when she saw the Socialist Revolution newspaper. Thinking quickly, she picked it up and pretended to look clueless. "What is this? A newspaper?"

She shrugged, tossing it back at him, still frightened. "I've never seen it before."

She realizes that this is a horrible cover, and he can probobly see right through her, but she's not going to release any information about her party.

[Markus Dunstan]

Markus began to whirl his blades once more and approach her when she said that she had no idea. He wanted to make it very clear that information was her only tool in order to get out of this situation unharmed.