On the first floor of the Yaleson house...Mark tries to utilize the fine cards he just stole for some marvelous divination. After all, they should be good for something of that sort, right? They certainly look weird enough. He looks through the deck. So, if he's got this right, he should... um... do... something. Ah.
[Grabbing of Cards: Kevin vs. Mark: 6+
1 vs. 6+
1]
He is, however, rudely interrupted by
Kevin, who seems to believe he has a claim on the cards. However, Mark, aided by his soul-o-vision, manages to see him coming and put the cards away before they are stolen. He gives the indignant jester a nasty look. That is, he would if he had a face. But alas, he does not.
Meanwhile,
Sigmund, stymied in his weapon-gathering attempts, goes over to
Niklas and asks for a knife as politely as he can.
"That cleaver you have looks pretty sharp, I have to say, as well as the rest of this knives you have here. You, actually, have done an excellent job with them!. Would you mind, sir, if I borrow one of them? See, as we have been recently soulbound, our new master is probably going to use us as fodder, so a means of defending myself would be necessary for my survival. I hope that you understand."Niklas gives him a skeptical look.
"...you can have one. Return it quickly."He gives Sigmund one of the ridiculously sharp knives he has. Sigmund takes it and places it in his clothes. Oh dear, it seems to have sliced a hole in his pocket just from being placed within it! It's all Sigmund can do to hold on to it, doing a strange sort of dance to keep the knife from falling right out of his pricy outfit.
On the second floor of the house...Scott quickly takes the infusion from
Morton and sends the butler on his way, then begins to apply it with his fingers, as there is no spoon available. After all, what harm could it do, really?
[Gary endurance roll: 2]
As he smears some of the viscous dark... paste, really, as it seems a bit too thick to be really called a proper liquid, Gary's eyes widen. As the paste is applied, Scott sees Gary's flesh rapidly turn black around the area it was applied to, as if something irredeemably vile had been placed on it! The strange smell of the paste quickly mixes with the scent of rot as Gary's left kidney area starts to turn into dead flesh.
Something tells him that this might not exactly be a willow bark infusion. Just a hunch, you know.