<center><font color=gray>MacGuffin, MacGuffin, where art thou MacGuffin?
For surely, come to me and shall give you a muffin.
That I promise, for I've been looking for quite a while
Oh this kitchen floor has fabulous tile!
But I digress, so let me get back on subject
When will I ever find this precious object?</center></color>
Nehru brightened up with hope; who knows? Could they actually get a lead? "Do you know where the MacGuffin is?"
"Nope," replied Bad Guy #1.
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Nehru's spirits dropped and she muttered to herself, "Stupid narration jinxed me...should have known, should have known..."
"All I know is that," he pointed up at the big screen above himself, "Marius was supposed to have the MacGuffin. It was supposed to be used in one of his grand and master plans to destroy F-Zero X and Kelly, so, of course, it got lost somewhere down the road. That's all I know about it, but if you feel brave, you can ask him about it. Good luck though...you'll need it if you try."
Once again in the spirit of Japanese anime, a large drop of sweat appeared spontaneously on Nehru's forehead. "Ugh...give me a moment while I try to come up with a plan." She turned around and took a few steps away, pondering the matter intensely.
And while she calculated what to do next, F-Zero decided that he wanted to the bottom of this, "So what's Marius' whole deal, huh? Why'd he wanna, you know, destroy us and all that?"
Bad Guy #1 gave X a glance as one of the ten cowboys spontaneously disappeared. "I don't know. The guy's a real nut job. It's too bad though, for one half second I actually thought that he might win." The cowboy standing next to Bad Guy #1 disappeared. "Hey, that doesn't happen often."
Bad Guy #1 disappeared.
F-Zero and Kelly glanced at each other with that 'Oh crap' face.
Nehru, her back turned to the whole lot, finally came to a solution and turned around to announce to her comrades, "I got an idea!"
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A tumbleweed blew by.
There was no one there: F-Zero, Kelly, Bad Guy #1, the other cowboys, even the big HDTV screen was gone.
She was all alone...again.
"Uh oh..." Nehru felt what people on a ship that was half submerged in piranha-infested water feel: a little sinking feeling.
"The great Nehru...," said an ominous and obviously bad-for-Nehru voice from somewhere in the church. "We meet at last..."
Not good! Not good! Not good!
"Who are you?" Nehru asked into the vacany of the vast church, twirling around in place to try and sight the person the voice was attached to.
A crisp snicker echoed throughout the church. "I would introduce myself...but you already know who I am."
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"Hitcaller??" Nehru guessed nervously, still trying to find the location of the voice.
A scoff was heard this time throughout the church. "Are you trying to insult me? If so, I'm afraid that you have done a bloody fabulous job."
Nehru blinked. "Ok...then-" Sudden spark of intelligence! "Answer my question or I'll keep calling you Hitcaller!"
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From right behind her, "Certainly."
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Nehru whirled around with wide-eyes to meet-
The woman who just ran past her, slicing her sword as she zoomed by. She stopped a few feet away from Nehru, her sword flying out of her hand and sheathing itself in the sheath she carried in her other hand.
"Ouch..." were Nehru's last words before her upper half fell apart from her lower half.
The woman glanced over her shoulder and smirked, "How dreadfully easy." And she began to walk off...
And, despite the fact that her body was currently in two pieces, Nehru's eyes opened and she shouted, "Hey! That wasn't fair!"
"Shut up, you're dead you twit," chastised the woman as she continued to-
[EDIT:] Nehru whirled around with wide-eyes, and the woman missed entirely with her drive-by slash.
"No I'm not!" Nehru proudly announced as she winked and made a peace sign at the woman.
The woman blinked as the old situation was modded into the new one, and she found herself in a different place under different circumstances so suddenly. She smiled to herself and said, "The power of Moderation. Impressive...but ultimately ineffective, as you will see." She turned around to face Nehru, holding her sheathed sword like a cane and smirking slightly. "Shall I introduce myself, if not only so the narration can stop referring to me solely as 'the woman'?"
"Feel free," permitted Nehru as she kept an apprehensive eye on her.
"I'll even throw in a courtesy description," said the woman.
(Courtesy Description: She had off-white hair past her shoulders, dull yellow eyes, and wore a thick-cloth black and khaki pinstriped turtleneck longcoat with long sleeves that covered up the palms of her hands.)
She smirked and thumped the bottom of her sheathed sword on the floor for punctuation. "You know who I am Nehru, before I even started talking to you. Everyone reading this right now knows who I am. When many have tried to toppled one and failed, I was there. When the most private thoughts and memories of someone was tapped into like an open book, I was there. I will never cease to be, so long as there is Online Message Board Roleplaying, and I cannot be stopped. Not by you, not by the Moderators, not by anyone."
She stopped in the middle of her introduction and looked at a few individuals, boasting at them, "Live in fear Small Wonder, Damaged16, Nightcandle, Gold, Jester, Jezzika, Blue, and Talyafera. Not one of you can stop me. I have you all in the palm of my hand..."
Nehru raised her eyebrows and inquired, "Do you guys have a problem with Moderators or something?"
The woman chuckled and replied, "No, we just like to taunt them. What are they going to do about it?" Then she continued with her oration, "I cannot be stopped. I am the second greatest scourge to Message board Role-Playing. Some know me as Mindreader, and some know me as Godmoder, but you know me as the Second Nightmare..."
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Nehru grinned as her pistols 'Mine' and 'Not Yours' slid out of her sleeves and into her hands. "You don't sound that tough!"
Godmoder opened herself up wide open to attack by extending her arms far out to her sides, "Put on your bloody fabulous show then and see for yourself."
Nehru clenched her teeth and opened fire-
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Godmoder spun around and fell unceremoniously to the floor.
"Told ya," was Nehru's comeback as she blew a raspberry and did that weird thing with your eye that's supposed to be some sort of insult or something in Japan.
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Godmoder really was dead.
"Wow, that really was easy," stated Nehru.
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Still nothing. Maybe...she really, really, really was dead.
"Hello? Aren't you supposed to get up now and scare the crap out of me? I know it couldn't have been that easy!" Nehru called to the corpse.
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Whole lotta nothin'.
Nehru glanced around, her pistols sliding back up into her sleeves, and tiptoed over to Godmoder and delivered a nice, sharp kick to her ribcage.
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Another tumbleweed blew by.
Nehru glanced around again, then crouched down and whispered, "haha! got you!" in the body's ear.
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Choke.
Choke? What'd you mean choke? I'm getting choked? Ah! I'm being choked!
Nehru's hands instantly started clawing at Godmoder's hand, which had a nice grip on her neck. Godmoder slowly rose back up to her feet, lifting Nehru up as well. "You knew what was going to happen, yet you had to come and investigate, didn't you? It's an infallible inevitability. I didn't even have to read your mind to know that you would doing something bloody stupid like that. It's a rotten shame, I know."
"Urrgahrherigiufdfurgh!" said Nehru (<- but we dont speak Stranglehold, so we don't understand).
Godmoder smirked malignly. "Lovely, isn't it? Not even a scratch. I thought my name would have tipped you off some...apparently Hitcaller didn't teach you a good enough lesson."
"Urrghdafherhegudhfguffin?" asked Nehru.
Godmoder rolled her eyes. "No, I don't know where the bloody MacGuffin is. Would you stop worrying about that? There are things a tad bit more important than that thing right now."
"Lurgh urrht?" Nehru asked as she struggled for air and release.
The Nightmare snickered a little. "Like what, you ask? Like the whole site of Spirits of the Earth, Nehru..."