“So,” He begins as if catching up with an old friend, “How’s my… blushing bride, hmm?”
An uncanny silence blankets Lutza’s suite as the question echoes in your skull, the words violently crashing against it as if they were trying to break out! Ever the professional, Joplin the Manager and one of Lutza’s Skog Bodyguards stand between the mafiosos and his managee–the former’s stern expression even stonier as the room’s tension becomes thick enough to taste!
Rolo and Sixface, however, remain bent in perfect bows, neither daring to speak over their boss.
And Vhale?
The Durher just stares you down, unblinking, his eyes deader than a shark’s. Borderline emotionless, but with a hint of amusement? You don’t sense ire in his gaze, you think, but you don’t sense much of anything, really.
That’s what worries you.
Though the mafia don is several heads shorter than you, the simple gesture sends a shiver down your spine as if you were staring down the barrel of a bootlegger’s shotgun…
With a hair trigger.
Vhale doesn’t repeat his question, but you get the burning sense that he isn’t going to let you go without an answer. But how do you respond to the man who nearly snuffed the whimsy out of Tzah-Tzie’s eyes? A monster so vile Tzah-Tzie forced herself to vomit all over to escape his… ‘touch’ on their expedited honeymoon?
How do you respond to Vhale Nessurmos: Cartel Kingpin, Ally to the Archmage, and breaker of spirits?
>She’s safe.
>What does he care?
>She’s upgraded, actually!
>He’s not getting her back.
>Spit in his face.
>Stay Silent! He’ll think you disappeared!
>Come closer and I’ll tell you.
>ATTACK!
>Write-In!
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You’re about three words away from rolling to dodge when the sound of the front door swinging open puts everyone on standby! Dangling from Rolo’s claw like an unruly ferret, you strain your ears as you struggle to hear what’s coming… and suss out why the two triplets guarding the door are so awfully quiet!
Your answer comes in the form of grey, stony eyes lazily rounding the corner like a shark searching for prey… and though their owner’s head barely reaches your waist, their sheer presence dispels any semblance of ire or activity amongst the Cartel Members…
Dropping you to the floor like a bag of groceries, Rolo is the first to stoop into a deep, almost reverent bow followed by Sixface, the Mzz’goe’virr girls, and finally Lutza and her employees!
If the newcomer notices, he doesn’t react–striding over with an almost lackadaisical pace, the grey-eyed Durher comes to a halt across from you… and stares.
“B-boss…” Rolo squeaks, still locked in his bow, “W-why-”
“Anton Peas… right?”
The Durher recites your name as if it were the setup to a joke. Even though you remain silent, something in your expression cracks the case. A wry grin spreads across the newcomer’s face as he slumps into the chair across from you and appraises you up and down with his unblinking, weary eyes!
“So,” He begins as if catching up with an old friend, “How’s my… blushing bride, hmm?”
END OF THREAD 6
You’re about three words away from rolling to dodge when the sound of the front door swinging open puts everyone on standby! Dangling from Rolo’s claw like an unruly ferret, you strain your ears as you struggle to hear what’s coming… and suss out why the two triplets guarding the door are so awfully quiet!
Your answer comes in the form of grey, stony eyes lazily rounding the corner like a shark searching for prey… and though their owner’s head barely reaches your waist, their sheer presence dispels any semblance of ire or activity amongst the Cartel Members…
Dropping you to the floor like a bag of groceries, Rolo is the first to stoop into a deep, almost reverent bow followed by Sixface, the Mzz’goe’virr girls, and finally Lutza and her employees!
If the newcomer notices, he doesn’t react–striding over with an almost lackadaisical pace, the grey-eyed Durher comes to a halt across from you… and stares.
“B-boss…” Rolo squeaks, still locked in his bow, “W-why-”
“Anton Peas… right?”
The Durher recites your name as if it were the setup to a joke. Even though you remain silent, something in your expression cracks the case. A wry grin spreads across the newcomer’s face as he slumps into the chair across from you and appraises you up and down with his unblinking, weary eyes!
“So,” He begins as if catching up with an old friend, “How’s my… blushing bride, hmm?”
END OF THREAD 6