trustfell Room 12 threads/Case 4 death thread

[feistytrader]

Week 1, Tuesday
Week 1, Post-trial
Week 2, Post-trial
Week 4, Sunday
Week 4, Tuesday
Week 4, Thursday Night

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[feistytrader]

If someone's gonna die in a fire, they're gonna die in style.

[He definitely looks interested! ...He hates the words coming out of his mouth a little, but you know what? Yeah. Kimbley's gonna die in style.]

[alchemicals]

[jesus christ this isn't a fucking murder plot, it's a monty python sketch and it's only going to go downhill from here - ]

Copper chloride, then; you remember that, right? Better than the arsenic.

[He'll just. gesture at Gold a bit in the meantime.]

Come here, kid - get a jar and I can show you how to make them, they're pretty easy.

[uncouthhatcher]

[oh my god he gets to make a whatever it is this is the

second greatest/worst day of his life he isn't trying to hide his excitement as he grabs what's needed and hops on over to Kimbley, way way too interested to be faking his excitement at learning how to do this.]

I'm all yours, dude! Might've mentioned this in the heat of the moment last week, but fire's my specialty! They call me the hottest in Johto for a reason!

[They don't.]

[feistytrader]

No one calls you that.

[But it's not like he isn't super interested in learning this too, so he'll pay close attention.]

[alchemicals]

[And you know what, I'm not getting myself listed on a government watchlist today! So you guys can assume that you are being taught to make just, like, the best molotovs. The best. There will be so much fire here whenever these things are totally not thrown at him later.]

You're going to need something to ignite all that, though, it won't catch on its own. So just...take some cloth or something, shove it in there, light it up and throw it.

[uncouthhatcher]

[So much colorful fire at that, oh boy.

... Cloth, though, he's looking at the school uniform he's got on and just. Should he tear it. Is this what they're doing.]

Too bad I ain't got foresight. Silver, you got anything?

[He means to cut up his clothing, but.]

[feistytrader]

I don't have a lighter or matches.

[But he does have a piece of cloth, if they can't come up with anything else...]

Did you know that the stuff in a lighter isn't oil, Gold?

[uncouthhatcher]

What and you do?

[Come on, forest child, really. Smokey the Ursaring's gonna have words.]

[feistytrader]

Yeah. Kimbley told me it's this other fancy chemical stuff.

[...Which he doesn't remember the name of. Whoops.]

[alchemicals]

It sure as hell is.

[ANY...WAY...]

Either way, don't worry about the matches, I tend to carry those on me.

[And he'll just be tossing those idly onto the table along with the jars of. Everything else.]

If we end up not needing those, you're still going to need credit for killing someone tonight; you willing to help me with what I'm making, or...?

[uncouthhatcher]

[... Good god, why are you. The way you are? You carry matches on you, because of course you do.]

We're still here, ain't we? Let's get to it before someone else gets a bright idea of their own -- ain't like that thing Smitty was offerin' just looked good to us.

[feistytrader]

[Silver will quietly take the matches while Gold speaks.]

What do you need us to do?

[alchemicals]

It's just a matter of mixing chemicals, really, it's mostly just a matter of working with what's in the building.

[...Look, let him write this down, it's not like he expects you to remember everything he's planning on doing.]

The guy's given us enough chemicals in the laundry room alone to kill people several times over, but I admit I'm kind of interested in what he's got downstairs. The entire pool's being bleached with what I'm pretty sure is straight chlorine, which would probably be pretty great to work with.

[I'm so sorry that this is what you've decided to align yourselves with.]

[uncouthhatcher]

[....... Okay, look, he trusts Silver and he trusts him to know what they're getting into.

But he's still getting a look. Silver, buddy, this is what we have aligned ourselves to apparently.]

So... is that gonna be a painful death, or are they gonna go gently into the night or whatever?

[feistytrader]

[...You know, it's kind of hard to tell what's going on with Silver's face, but if there was a problem, there would probably be more going on with his face, so everything's probably fine.

He isn't gonna add onto what Gold's saying, either, but he is gonna check Kimbley's notes as he writes them.]

[alchemicals]

They shouldn't suffer any. They'll just pass out if they're not asleep already; if they are, they just won't wake up.

[Fun fact: Chlorine gas works by completely destroying the respiratory organs of its victims, leading to a slow death by asphyxiation with no known cure, antidote, or way to reverse the damage once it's done.

...That wasn't very fun, but it was factual.]

[uncouthhatcher]

[That is not a fun fact. Thank you.]

Well, good. It ain't like I've got anything against the rest of them, just that...

[... there's more important things at stake. He glances at Silver again, taking the molotov. They gotta Talk a little, buddy.]

Let's get down there. The pool's definitely got plenty of what we need, they clean it with that kinda stuff.

[feistytrader]

Yeah. Let's go.

[Lead the way, Kimbley! There's no way these two idiots are going to do something crazy like set you on blue fire.]

[alchemicals]

[Well, whatever they're planning on doing, he's infinitely more interested in the chlorine once they're in there; it doesn't take him long to find the area where, you know, they store these things, but he will be vastly distracted by them once he's there.

So you know what, if things need to be Discussed they can be.]

[feistytrader]

[Silver's quiet; he doesn't want to alert Kimbley while he's distracted. What he does do is pull out his handkerchief, roll it up, and, uh.

Right, letting Gold in on the plan. He points to the both of them, makes a throwing gesture only with his hand, then points over at Kimbley. Come on, Gold, get the jar out.]

[uncouthhatcher]

[... Oh, oh, he has got it.

Out comes the jar, in goes the hankerchief like they need it to be and set ti on fire with the matches. Gold'll give Silver a confident smile and lets him share custody of the jar, turning to watch Kimbley for a moment before calling out.]

Hey, dude, you mind comin' over here a sec? There's something you've gotta see.

[And whatever it is, it's fucking hilarious from his tone.]

[alchemicals]

[...Gold, what the fuck.]

This had better be damn important, guys.

[He'll come over, though - at least enough to be clear of whatever it is he's been messing with.]

[feistytrader]

It's real important. You see, we're throwing you under the bus.

[And he's starting to throw the molotov-]

[uncouthhatcher]

[-- He's also throwing the molotov!]

You're gonna need a Burn Heal for this one!

[alchemicals]

[...You know, one would think, when confronted with something like this, that they'd say something equally pithy in return - that there would be some sort of comeback, or at the very least possible last words that are at least going to leave something of an impression.]

Oh, fucking really -

[Unfortunately, Kimbley is not one for pithy one-liners.

God, he knows what's coming as soon as the glass breaks; that is, in fact, a large blue fireball that's going to spread hard and fast, scorching the hell out of the floor and catching easily on his clothing - it's both fortunate and not that he's wearing so many layers (it protects his skin a bit longer, for one thing, but encourages the burn for another) and to his credit he doesn't scream, per se.

At least not until the blaze picks up, after that it's more or less involuntary.]