Halesey, aware that
Elizabeth has been immobilized for quite long enough, tries to help her with his musical garbage blast, running determinedly toward the pile of people on the mucus and napkin-filled ground!
[Halesey's affinity roll: 2-1+2]
[Halesey's finesse roll: 3]
He aims at the two people on the ground, and a bent tin can shoots out from his palm, bouncing off Tim's back, a perfect C sharp ringing out through the room. Or it would ring out through the room if it were not for all these mop golems milling about. Tim is unimpressed. Elizabeth, currently underneath the fellow, has words to say to the man.
"May I suggest just one tiny little thing? Fuck you.""No, thank you. I don't think it would help. Not to mention that you're a little thin for my tastes, miss. I'm sorry."[Elizabeth's finesse vs. Tim's finesse: 3-1 vs. 4]
Elizabeth shoves her napkin-hand toward Tim's face, but the fellow moves his bedeviled visage out of the way before she can give him a faceful of frozen napkins.
"Now, miss, I know you must be overcome with rejection, but-"[Elizabeth's body vs. Tim's body: 1-1 vs. 2]
"-there's really no need to keep on kicking and shoving me like that. I'm quite miserable already, you see. Friendless and pointless as I am, why wouldn't I be?" Tim speaks as Elizabeth tries to feebly, yet repeatedly knee him in the crotch, finding that the lack of leverage really hurts her chances to inflict a whole lot of pain.
Larry, unconcerned by these mortal affairs, looks about for the leyline to put an end to this silly business going on here. He steadfastly pushes past several golems, reaching where he believes the leyline to be quite easily. However, before he can reach it, he sees a pair of somewhat shabby pants floating in the air. How odd, he thinks.
* * * * *
Kat considers who she thinks worthy of magical vengeance. It takes but a moment.
"How about the guy who stole my job? I was a photographer. He planted a false lead for me to follow, then tossed me to the wolves when the story came out as a scam. Got my position on the editorial staff, so I hear."
"Jacob Whittaker. Scumbag."Perfidy nods along, smiling.
"Stole your job, eh? Suppose he's a right piece of shit, yeah? Tell me about him. Gotta work up a rage, you know. What's the worst thing he ever did? And gimme some o' that wine, too. That helps as well."