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I get knocked down, but I get up again/You're never gonna keep me down
Immortal school 'friends' in an unmutable  psychic group chat, and also mage war.
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The last time I even got my noose out was months ago, and it's hard to get pistols here. Near impossible really. I did still have my hollow tooth, but was quite sure the cyanide hadn't come loose.

So I was extremely surprised to be dead again. According to Old Man Grim there was a mage war starting, and I had been sniped by some contract thugs with just enough info to be dangerous. To themselves.

Then they shot me again just as we had finished our goodbyes. 

Rude.

And chucked a grenade because some people don't care about bystanders.

Dickheads.

Armed with some idea what was going on, more ectoplasm than I could hold onto for long, and a profound sense of annoyance I decided to ghostwalk over for a chat.

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In  my most sing song voice.
"Hey guys~ whatcha doin?"

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"Um paintball"

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"Great weather for it."

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"That isn't a paintball gun, I'm pretty sure you can't play paintball from a roof in the CBD, and it's 12 degrees with a chance of rain.

How much do you know and are you going to answer my questions the easy way or do I need to kill you first."

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"You can't interrogate a corpse, cunt."

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That puts a pretty low limit on how much they know, but it's not like I'm low on juice.

Abraham Li- actually if there was going to be a response to gunshots it would probably already be coming but lets play it safe.

Besides if there is a mage war I don't want to put mileage on my stronger incantations.

Sandeep Kothari

Max Paul Green

Phone recorder on and

Hervör
"Tell me everything you know about who sent you."

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We just accepted a darkweb contract. It told us where to expect you, where to find the weapons, and that we should take the drugs that were with the gun first.
Yeah, the contact was just a random string of numbers and letters, but he sent us each 3BTC in advance and said there would be more if we got you.

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"So you aren't actually trained snipers?"

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Nope.
Not me.

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It's been a while since I hung up my detective hat. Even longer since I've had to deal with a serious mystery. Something I couldn't solve by just asking a nearby ghost.

I'd prefer to stay out of the game, but that doesn't mean I can't play with the best of them.

I've observed that the Old Man thinks there is a mage war brewing, and he's usually right.

I've also observed that dickheads with no firearms training were able to snipe me twice then land a grenade at my feet from the top of a skyscraper.

In a country where guns are actually hard to get.

This could be from the "drugs" they were given, but I shouldn't rule out the possibility the gun is enchanted.

This is going to be a long night, but that's nothing new to ace detective Ell—

 

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Are you still doing the Ace Detective thing? Because if so you need to apologize for calling me chuuni.

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Are you still using the soul bond you tricked us into as kids to spy on all of us? Or is it just me?

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Why did a bunch of humans break into my crypt and why do they think the stake thing works?

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Mage war.

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Bram Stoker?

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Probably Buffy tbh.

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Also, I'm taking that as all of us.

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Dickhead.

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Hey guys, I think they tried to kill me too.

My airbnb just blew up.

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Binding ghosts without a circle or similar requires ongoing concentration.

This is something else which is not that.

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"Bye, bitch!"

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"See you in hell."

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The spotter blinks. "Wait, are we actually going to hell? I didn't think that stuff was real, but..."

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"Bit late to be thinking of that. You're already passing on."

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Local security is finally responding to the noise complaints. In fairness, it has only been a few minutes and the roof door was locked on both sides.
“Hey mate, this section isn’t open to the public, can I ask what brings you up here?”

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He doesn't instantly notice the bodies but when he does...

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If.

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Skill buff:

 reflexive, true

 human performance range, false

 channel archetype for superhuman performance, true

H H Holmes

 

 

 

 

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"Actually, I'm supposed to be here. Also, I'm your best friend, but you won't remember any details of me past this conversation. Also, also you are going to report this as a bird or something."

Thank God for charismatic serial killers.

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So when I accidentally do weird shit to people's minds its an unholy abomination, but when you do it on purpose its fine?

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I'm locking things up and heading over to the backup crypt near Dublin. 

She's right though. It's not cool destroying the guy sacked like that. 

He might even go to prison.

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What? Oh, right. Not noticing corpses is going to look sus.

"Forget all that. The door was jammed when you got up here. You didn't hear anything even when you called out. Ask control if they can just put in a maintenance request. Close the door behind you and forget you saw anything."

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He sways for a moment before groaning out, "No worries mistress."

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Ok, maybe that was too much juice, but I'm in a hurry. There will be follow up eventually, and I need to be gone without a trace by then. I already made a point of not touching anything. I don't think I dropped much blood so the rain should take care of that. No cameras either. So I just need to target a ghostwalk or something to get off the roof.

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Just pull a Zoey.

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Yeah yeah you still have enough juice to float and cloak right?

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I think so but...

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Guys I thought we agreed to stop calling it that.

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Jump

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Jump 

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How high up are you?

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At least 20 stories.

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Jump!

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That's plenty.

Worst case you just die and pump Reaper Man for more information.

It's not like it's only the second floor and you'll be rolling around in agony screaming in pain while the teacher yells at you till I put you down like a dog.

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When will you stop bringing that up?

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Ragnarok I reckon.

Anyway, jump.

Ellen jump!

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Don't tell me you're still scared of heights. I might need to push you off another bridge.

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Jump.

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~sigh~ jump.

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Jump.

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One acrobatic pirouette off the fucking handle coming right up.

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Eugene Reilly

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Cloaked, now time to float.

Arthur Bing

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You did not just go there.

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So when I invoke people's deaths it's an unholy abomination, but when you cause them it's fine?

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Um, what are you talking about?

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Oh yeah, I wasn't projecting to the group chat when I cast that. Float invocations are tricky, and believe it or not I don't want to waste time on your 'Nam flashbacks.

So you are 100% spying on me.

Creep.

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You're never gonna keep me down.

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Ha you're in my head too. I remembered the no singing in group chat rule.

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Pissin' the night away, pissin' the night away

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She drinks a whiskey drink, she drinks a vodka drink

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She drinks a lager drink, she drinks a cider drink

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she sings the songs that remind her of the good times
she sings the songs that remind her of the better times
Oh, Ellen oy, Ellen oy, Ellen oy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IJ6ist5xIdY

(they sing the whole thing, and if their changes don't quite scan at least they don't deadname their friend)

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I feel like we're forgetting something.

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