As dusk fell and the crowd dispersed, Full Metal Cookies stirred, blinking up at a streetlamp above her that had just come on. A couple lingering members helped her up and back to her house, as the heavy sleep had left her groggy and uncoordinated. This was probably the last kind act that the night saw for, in the dark, small hours of the morning, a scream split the air over ASB Central. Clearly, the mafia had been successful this night.
Morning roll was more subdued than usual; though no one had run across the body yet, there was no surprise when it was found that Seritinajii. All that remained was the harrowing search of the city for the missing trainer--followed by the harrowing discussion and execution. Groups of trainers split up and spread out through the city, sweeping the streets.
It wasn't long before one group came across what they were looking for: Seritinajii's body lying crumpled in the street. A long, diagonal gash ran down across his torso, but it was shallow and not enough to kill. The force of the blow or Seritinajii flinching away from it had been enough to topple the trainer over the edge of the roof of a building some fifteen stories up, though, and that had apparently been sufficient.
Seritinajii is dead. He was not mafia.
The usual forty-eight hours for discussion.
Morning roll was more subdued than usual; though no one had run across the body yet, there was no surprise when it was found that Seritinajii. All that remained was the harrowing search of the city for the missing trainer--followed by the harrowing discussion and execution. Groups of trainers split up and spread out through the city, sweeping the streets.
It wasn't long before one group came across what they were looking for: Seritinajii's body lying crumpled in the street. A long, diagonal gash ran down across his torso, but it was shallow and not enough to kill. The force of the blow or Seritinajii flinching away from it had been enough to topple the trainer over the edge of the roof of a building some fifteen stories up, though, and that had apparently been sufficient.
Seritinajii is dead. He was not mafia.
The usual forty-eight hours for discussion.