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10/20/2015 11:08:44 PM
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[spoiler]Duuuuuude, you dun goofed[/spoiler]
She buries the knife in his shoulder and pulls out, starting to stab him multiple times.
[spoiler]I'll give you another shot at that...[/spoiler]
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[b]He shoots her as quickly as he can, grabbing at the wound and running afterwards.[/b]
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[spoiler]Mmkay[/spoiler] She disappears into smoke as the pellets make contact.
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[spoiler]she stabbed me wtf do you want me to do[/spoiler] [b]He looks around, still wondering what the liquid was.[/b]
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[spoiler]I said I'd give another shot at that, that meant I'd let you edit...[/spoiler] The ooze was something he remembered as Ectoplasm.
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Edited by Murph Tha Smurf: 10/20/2015 11:16:18 PM[spoiler]too late now kek[/spoiler] [spoiler]plus I'm fine with being punished for stupidity[/spoiler] "[i]So it is Ectoplasm... Gotta be something powerful... Wish there was another Hunter onboard.[/i]" [b]He investigates the body.[/b]
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The body was man in his late twenties. Basic build, white skin, shaved head, faint beard. [spoiler]K[/spoiler]
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[b]He observes the wounds in greater detail, and looks for identification.[/b]
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The man is identified as Tom Brees. The name rings a bell as a cheat, a liar and, rumor has it, a murderer.
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"[i]Could be a vengeful spirit, but then why did it attack me...?[/i]" [b]He looks for the source of the ectoplasm.[/b]
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The Ectoplasm is gone. Just gone.
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"[i]That was my only easy lead... Darn.[/i]" [b]He heads back to his room and researches whether this has happened before, and who the dead man could have murdered.[/b]
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[spoiler]Darn? Booooo![/spoiler] He finds that witnesses have reported seeing a woman like the one he saw earlier. The other victims were all drunks, womanizers and just all around douchebags.
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[b]Thinking for a minute, he decides to go check if the ship has a bar.[/b]
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There is a bar. Dean is sitting in one of the stools, sipping at some whiskey. He's not facing Sam as he walks in.
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"[i]No... No! No way.[/i]" [b]He debates confronting him, especially after the incident with the spirit, but decides to just talk to the bartender, sitting a ways away from Dean.[/b] "So, 1 beer should do." [b]Thinking of a way to casually get information on the targets, he asks:[/b] "So, got any real heavy drinkers around here?"
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"Besides the guy in the leather jacket, not many. Yet. That's probably because we haven't hit the mission yet." The bartender hands him a beer.
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Edited by Murph Tha Smurf: 10/21/2015 12:09:41 AM"[i]Uh oh... Could mean Dean's the next target... Maybe.[/i]" "Any in the past? Heard about a few deaths."
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"That guy that just died was a really heavy drinker. Like, we ran out of beer the one time."
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"Wow. Know much else about the guy?"
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"Rumored that he killed his girlfriend. I could see it, he was that kinda guy, you know? Violent, dark, brooding." He pulls out his own beer and takes a sip.
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"[i]Not that much like Dean, but I have a feeling this spirit isn't necessarily gone yet...[/i]" "Wow. Some people..." [b]He finishes off his drink and approaches Dean.[/b]
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Dean is focused on a TV screen with a replay of one of AC/DC's concerts.
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[b]He sits down next to him silently for a moment, then finally musters a word.[/b] "Dean?"
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He turns, taking a sip from his beer but instantly putting it down, almost choking. "Holy shit, Sam?"
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"Yeah... It's me." [b]He notices the bandages on his shoulder from where he patched up his stab wound.[/b]
