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[ttlovepie]

"Doesn't look like I have much of a choice, now what does a man like you want with a fella like me?" He says, then takes a sip of his drink.

[Parsely]

He sits down. Everyone has a choice. He kicks his legs up, knocking over your drink as you begin to set it down. You open your mouth to holler at him but stop when you feel something press against your gut. And I think you know exactly what I want with you. You look down without turning your head and you can see the barrel of his gun sticking out from underneath his coat. It's mostly hidden from view by your bodies and the edge of the table, the drab, hazy interior of the bar notwithstanding. He jabs you in the ribs with the weapon. Don't look at it. Pay close attention.

[ttlovepie]

He leans back in his chair "Well get on with it, what do you want?" He said in a relatively hushed voice

[Parsely]

You're going to lay your guns and the staff on the table, and we're going to stand up and calmly walk outside.

[ttlovepie]

"What's in it for me?" He asks nonchalantly.

[Parsely]

You get to eat without it leaking onto your lap through the hole where your stomach used to be. The young man's focus flickers towards something behind you.

[ttlovepie]

"The way I see it, If you shoot me in the stomach, now, I've got about two inches of Kevlar, between me and the bullet. He picks up the remnants of his drink, and takes a sip while saying The natives don't really like rabble-rousers in they're tavern. Now, I may be hammered, but I doubt that handgun of yours isn't going to blow through nothing. Now, why don't you scamper off." His cognitive thinking ends there, and he doesn't think to turn around.

[Parsely]

It's a shotgun, and at this range it would take more than kevlar to save your ass. He leans in very close. Since when does anyone give a half a shit about one dead wanderer? You'd better start doing as I ask. My trigger finger is itching and your guts plastered across the floor would about satisfy it right now.

[ttlovepie]

"You know you look really suspicious this close to me. Well either that or you look like a fruit. Either way we're getting a few looks... Whatever, boy, guess I'd rather not get shot, with that shot gun you seem to be holding with one hand... Here, I'll put my guns and my stick on the table." He does so "So how are you gonna go about moving without making it obvious to everyone you have a gun? For that matter putting my stuff on the table looks pretty suspicious as well... You sure you thought this through?"

[kj1225]

Kyle puts away his GLINT and puts on his glove again. He starts sneaking towards the camp.

[UltraValican]

"Alright boys, I'm feeling charitable. Tell me who this Dio fellow is and why he wants my head on a wall and I'll let you go."
Crush the weapons under foot for extra emphasis

[Parsely]

"You know you look really suspicious this close to me. Well either that or you look like a fruit. Either way we're getting a few looks... Whatever, boy, guess I'd rather not get shot, with that shot gun you seem to be holding with one hand... Here, I'll put my guns and my stick on the table." He does so "So how are you gonna go about moving without making it obvious to everyone you have a gun? For that matter putting my stuff on the table looks pretty suspicious as well... You sure you thought this through?"

Everyone in the tavern is far too drunk to notice a pair of young men talking blandly in the centre of the room. The left side of the man's mouth twitches at your pathetic bluff.

As soon as you finish placing your guns on the table and setting your staff against the floor, his shotgun slides back up into his coat and the legs of his chair hit the ground with a thunk. There's a pistol in my other pocket. Let's go.

[RAM]

"Okay chaps, you know the drill, clean the decks, prepare for a possible attack from the air, peel your eyes for ground threats and relax the throttle, no need to look eager..." The captain took their position on the bridge and attempted to boil some tea in a metal canteen and made a mental note to avoid saluting...

[Parsely]

Your action, lovepie? If there's nothing further I assume you're not going to follow him.

[ttlovepie]

((Oh, sorry)) Follow man