Hey Blue Man! I got an arrest!

[ellie]

Ellie stopped her patrol car as she reached the clearing. It was weird that like the locals planted this like icky stuff everywhere even where their Police Chief was located. She grinned and waved to the Blue Man. "Hey chief I annexed Hemmingfeerd like onto Gatlin turf like I said I would. And like arrested a don. Like totally look at him and junk." She opened the back door and tried to pull Damon out. "See? Like what should we do with him? Book him?" She paused. Where were they going to find a book to beat the kid with in the cornfield? "Alright well like Don tell him what your in for punk!"

[Sly Cooper]

The drugs were starting to leave Damon's system, and his head hurt a lot. "I don't know, I think drugs or something. You talk a lot. But all I ever hear is 'like' and 'totally'." Is she really stupid enough to think that the blue man is alive up there? "I don't know what else is going on."

[ellie]

Lt. Jenny stared up to watch the Blue Man's reaction. He was good at hiding his emotions like any great leader. But she could head his cold eye-sockets glare. He wasn't buying his story either. She nodded that she understood. And tried to whack Damon in the head with her fist. "He ain't buying it and like I'm totally not either punk! Tell em about the wall you sic'ed on me and like the poor guy you had tie you up and junk!"

[Sly Cooper]

Well if I lie I'll probably be better off in the long run-- "Um-- well there was this big guy who I had tie me up, and drug me. And-- I sicked a wall on a cop?" Damon rolled his eyes.

[ellie]

"AH HA! A confession! A confession! It's good that you're too stupid to try the lawyer root and just tell the truth." Ellie grinned like a madwoman. "You like heard em Chief! He TOTALLY attacked me with a wall and like forced some dude to do bad things to him!" She nodded vigorously. "Right so I can execute him right, Chief? OOOH!!!!" She waved her arms around shocked. "You right! I won't kill him like here. Witnesses...and like the blood would stain your like totally nice floor. Tee hee!" She tapped her boots off the dirt that made up the 'floor' of the police station. "I gotcha boss. Come on kid. I gotsta mutilate you and junk. So like wheres a nice place to do that?"

[Sly Cooper]

Damon thought for a moment, how do I get out of this? "Well the best place to do it is over there. In the corn and stuff. That's how it's done here in Gatlin. Yep,Gatlin folk execute their criminals in the corn, cos we are a huge corn like town. Yep, that' there corn's the place to do it."

[Bunny]

Damon's words still hung in the air when John muscled his way through the corn, brandishing a machete in one hand and a fist in the other. As soon as he waved an ear of corn that was obscuring his view, his gaze fell onto the blue-woman Ruth had said Isaac wanted eliminated. He also noticed Damon, not doing anything.

"How did the blue-woman get this far into our lands?" he challenged as though it was the other boy's fault. "What is with you? Why haven't you fixed it. Really, Damon, you don't gotta wait for Isaac to order something like this. If you see an outlander kill her. Why are you so lazy?"

[Vixen]

The best part about Gatlin, in Zipporah's opinion, was that it was very much like old-time Salem: If they weren't lynching someone every day of the week, than they were not happy.

Not that Zipporah favored violence per se. Instead, she considered herself ambitious, and, when the need arose, adept with her crossbow. Gatlin wanted blood, and Zipporah could deliver. In exchange, she was sure her fellow believers would exalt her as necessary. After all, Malachai had been deposed. Zipporah had wanted to have Malachai under her thumb before so she could rule from afar, have him depose Isaac and rule from the bed, but it did not matter. She could do just the same with Isaac, when he made her the new Malachai. She was about to kill the blue-woman, after all.

The seventeen year old vixen raised her bow, and took aim. "Pray for deliverance, Outlander," she advised.

[Sly Cooper]

"She has a gun, trigger finger, and a horrible aim." Damon was angry at John's accusation, "She shot up a wall, and missed my kidnapper completely! You take care of her!"

Jacob pushed his way through. At this point it was in the middle of the night, and he had gotten lost. Never was very good at seeing in the dark-- He saw the car, then the blue woman, then Damon standing next to her. "Damon what are you doing here?"

Damon was happy to see a formilliar face, that wasn't John. "I'd rather not talk about it. Can you just take care of things, please?"

Shaking his head, Jacob stepped up closer, staning next to John. "Always so polite, and you look worse for the wear."

"JACOB!"

"Right, right, I heard you."

[Bunny]

"Always passing the blame," John chastised Damon, throwing his arms - one still grasping the machete - into the air and allowing them to flap to his side in desperation. "Take responsibility for your stupidity. You let an outlander get all the way in here. I don't think I should have to take care of it," the boy declared, crossing his arms firmly about his chest and pouting like a five-year-old-child ordered to tidy up his bedroom by his cruel, corrupted parents.

He threw a glance filled with loathing at Jacob. "I'm sorry, I'm not polite to those who are not deserving of it!" He had purposely cleaned up his speech, placing himself in a holier-than-thou position. Not thinking that Jacob was worth any more than that, he finally turned his attention to the blue-woman. Woman being the operative word.

"Well, this won't be a problem at all," he scoffed. "Women-outlanders are just as inept as Gatlin women, I'm sure." At the word 'Gatlin' women, the shogunist glared at Zipporah, none-too-shrewdly telling her she wasn't wanted.

[Sly Cooper]

"First of all!" Jacob began, "I was saying that Damon was polite. You are anything but, to everyone and anyone. Second, you just--"

"Jacob can you get a move on!" Damon inturupted.

"Right, right," Jacob went forward with his branding iorn in his hands, holding it like a baseball bat, "like I was saying to the stinky kaniggit, he just doesn't want to do it because he doesn't like to DO anything." He was as close as Damon was the blue woman now then he stopped, "Also, our women are more useful than you." His cowbell jinggled as he glanced at Zipporah breifly.

"Jacob-- If you don't mind me asking-- What are you waiting for!"

[Vixen]

Zipporah did not give John even a cursory glance. Instead, her almond shaped and emerald colored eyes did not move from her target, did not move from the blue-woman, and her hands did not loosen their grasp on her weapon.

Isaac will see a sign in this, she thought with glee, though she was careful to keep her face impassive. He will see that the moment Malachai, who was the slaughterer of the blue-man, falls in favor from the God that Zipporah becomes the slaughterer of the blue-woman. He will offer he Malachai's position, and I will serve the Lord better than he ever did.

And she could not keep a single smug thought from sparking in her mind: Then John shall see just how 'inept' Gatlin women are as he tidies the outhouses.

Jacob had entered her crosshairs, so to speak. "Remove yourself!" she ordered crossly. Isaac would not exalt her if she struck down a believer.

[Sly Cooper]

"But Ziporah, I want to do all I can to help my friend here-- and prove John wrong." Jacob looked to her, but he did what she said. He removed himself, then grabbed Damon by the arm and dragged him off to hide in the corn.

[ellie]

Ellie's eyes grew large with rage underneath her aviator glasses. How DARE these punks come into HER police station during a great investigation! And they had the audacity to bring MACHETES and CROSSBOWS with them! Like only stupid druggie punks would wield those crude weapons. She took a deep breath it was clear what she had to do. She pulled out her sidearm and tired to whack Damon in the head with it.

"ALRIGHT! Shut up everyone! Kids your age like should TOTALLY be packin heat! Like my totally awesome gun here. See? It's like totally hot and makes me hot holding it. It's like something a totally dorky bow thingy can't do. A machete is like that is slightly hot but like still uncool like a cool gun like in my hand." She pulled her sunglasses down so they could see her eyes. "Like don't you get my drift already?" No of course they didn't. They were stupid country folk.

She sighed deeply. These poor neglected youth. "Like totally don't come challenging me and junk unless you got a piece! Stupid kids! We can't have a flamboyant shoot out without guns! We also can't have a bitchin' car chase unless you dorks get some wheels! Now take your Don and leave and don't come back until your ready for a suitable fight! You like totally sicken me with your dorkiness! I'd like totally die from uncoolness if I had to fight you amish folks and you didn't wield something totally awesome. DUH!" She waved her gun trying to shoo them away. It was what her Chief wanted. She could just tell from the cold distant look he was given. "Go look for your parent's guns. They like usually keep them in drawers and like closets and junk. Go on. Shoo!"

[Bunny]

John was aghast - he was aghast, and he would not even know what that word meant. "Did you just shoo me?!" he challenged. "Don't 'shoo' someone while they are trying to have a conversation with you! I'm here, obediently following Isaac's orders and speaking in a calm, respectful tone, as you should when you speak to the damned but you 'shoo' me?!"