NPC post: The GoGo manor
The GoGo manor was a place built on the lives of others, sporting 50 different rooms and a main vestibule which was as large as a city block. It has two diverging paths leading into an eastern sector for all his employees. Servants, thugs, and craftsmen all slept in the same wing. It was often a hazard for everyone involved, but GoGo was strangely strict. Any fighting not in defense of his manor would be dealt with in death. To the right was his armament stash, locked away on the third floor and guarded by 2 elite henchmen at all times. The second floor was the main dining area, and the first floor was where the security station was posted. All the den den communication was there due to it being optimal for reaching the outside world as well the mansion to a certain degree.
The manor was trap laden with many running on an electric current that was activated by a series of closed circuits. Trip wire would rise from the ground, land mines would be activated, trap holes leading to the basement, and many other explosives would be become active if need be. Toward the center of the manor if one were to walk up the main stairs, is a series of zig zags which to the untrained eye, is a small maze of rooms. Which one must go through in a certain order to find GoGo's one specific hallway that leads to his master bedroom.
GoGo sat upon one servant who was on all 4's to act as a chair while he rested his feet on a thug who was in a fetal position. With an array of closed circuit televisions maintained by den den mushi cameras, he would watch his place like a hawk. To the normal human it would seem like madness or maybe even savant territory, but for GOGo it was all in a day's work. He'd angrily kick the man acting as his footstool and say, " Eyy slob, lower down a bit". The man tried to lower,but lying down on his stomach was too low. With another kick, he'd growl and adjust the man the way he saw fit. " There, don't move retard", he'd say as the footstool was now in a position where if he wasn't diligent, he could slip back down at any second. Uncle GoGo smirked as he felt the trembling body beneath his boot.
He'd twirl around his revolver and simply wait for Harley. Licking his lips in the process.
The GoGo manor was a place built on the lives of others, sporting 50 different rooms and a main vestibule which was as large as a city block. It has two diverging paths leading into an eastern sector for all his employees. Servants, thugs, and craftsmen all slept in the same wing. It was often a hazard for everyone involved, but GoGo was strangely strict. Any fighting not in defense of his manor would be dealt with in death. To the right was his armament stash, locked away on the third floor and guarded by 2 elite henchmen at all times. The second floor was the main dining area, and the first floor was where the security station was posted. All the den den communication was there due to it being optimal for reaching the outside world as well the mansion to a certain degree.
The manor was trap laden with many running on an electric current that was activated by a series of closed circuits. Trip wire would rise from the ground, land mines would be activated, trap holes leading to the basement, and many other explosives would be become active if need be. Toward the center of the manor if one were to walk up the main stairs, is a series of zig zags which to the untrained eye, is a small maze of rooms. Which one must go through in a certain order to find GoGo's one specific hallway that leads to his master bedroom.
GoGo sat upon one servant who was on all 4's to act as a chair while he rested his feet on a thug who was in a fetal position. With an array of closed circuit televisions maintained by den den mushi cameras, he would watch his place like a hawk. To the normal human it would seem like madness or maybe even savant territory, but for GOGo it was all in a day's work. He'd angrily kick the man acting as his footstool and say, " Eyy slob, lower down a bit". The man tried to lower,but lying down on his stomach was too low. With another kick, he'd growl and adjust the man the way he saw fit. " There, don't move retard", he'd say as the footstool was now in a position where if he wasn't diligent, he could slip back down at any second. Uncle GoGo smirked as he felt the trembling body beneath his boot.
He'd twirl around his revolver and simply wait for Harley. Licking his lips in the process.
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- OOC: Post by post fight when yer ready. The mansion has 50 grunts and the alpha waiting around. Place them how you want. Traps don't activate the next post