Pretend or pretend to pretend. Johnathan thought to himself, still unsure about what he was about to do. With a nod and a "Lets try." he lunged forward at William. Unsure of Williams strength, it wouldn't do for a fake punch to actually splatter him across the ground, Johnathans arms shot out, trying to grab the mans arms and pull him in!
Attempt to Wrestle William. [10]
A short scuffle proves that Johnathan is far stronger physically than William-he would have no trouble overpowering him in a straight fight. William seems to skilled in fighting (Perhaps even more so than John), but he's clearly outmatched...then again, he doesn't seem to be using his Stoneheart granted powers, yet...
After a time, when the fight has gone on long enough to catch the attention of any potential watchers, William near loses his temper...striking at John with a tendril something terribly cold and dark, emanating from his arm...it retracts after a moment, but...
"...I can't...don't drag this out..." William says quietly, opening himself up for a knockout blow. It occurs to Johnathan they young man might rather die than succumb to his violent urges...
surely, such a man is too weak to hold the power of the Stoneheart...and it would be a mercy, to relieve him of it.Map Symbol: ?
14/14 Stamina left (STR+WILL)
Effects: None
Status: Fine
=Abilities=
Prowess/10
Coordination/5
Strength/10
Intellect/3
Awareness/4
Willpower/4
Effects:
Powers: Alternate Form (Solid) lv.1 [Inactive], Lv. 1 Elemental Control (Earth) [Moving, Shaping]
Equipment: Fragment of the Stoneheart (Lv.1)
Specialties: Geology, Martial Arts, Geomancy
Map Symbol: ?
?/? Stamina left (STR+WILL)
Effects: None
Status: Fine
=Abilities=
Prowess/?
Coordination/?
Strength/5
Intellect/?
Awareness/?
Willpower/?
Effects:
Powers: ?
Equipment: Fragment of the Stoneheart (?)
Specialties: ?
Radia notes that his voice seems different. Hm.
"I've definitely considered the possibility that I might have chosen to be here. Thing is, the world not wanting me doesn't seem like the kind of thing that'd cause me to choose to lose my memory or whatever happened. I don't know the real context, and I get the distinct sense you're not going to tell me. And beyond that, I have no guarantee that you're not just bullshitting to stall until your backup gets here, or that you haven't asked this before and don't know exactly how this conversation is going to go."
"At this point, you usually run." He sighs.
"And, sometimes we catch you...or, we don't, but you come back anyway.
Well. I suppose you can surrender. You've done that a few times...but, those other times, you chose to come back here...I can promise you won't be harmed, if you come peacefully. That's why you're here-because we didn't want to hurt you. We can give you all the answers you're looking for. I can also promise you won't like the answers you find. But, your nature compels you to find the truth, does it not?
Your only other choice is either continue this meaningless search-there are no holes in Farfield to escape from-or, otherwise compel me and my allies to aid you against our will.
Make your choice, ma'am." Star knew a time to get out when she saw one.
"My mistake, enjoy your vehicle!" she says, hurling herself out of the car, rolling to her feet, and immediately dashing for the beverage transport. She really hopes its owner isn't equally attached, or she's likely going to end up on foot.
Lillian stands resolute, but she also backs off slowly and with her hands exposed to present that she was holding nothing, to reduce the threat she presented to Miss Fleich. Her tone of voice is no longer as flighty and soft as it was prior, but quiet, yet commanding.
She needed to make sure Miss Fleich didn't see her as a threat. The more she could ensure she didn't see her as one, the less likely it would be that the situation would escalate. She didn't have all the pieces of information, true, especially about whatever this phenomena was, but she didn't exactly have time to mount a full investigation into it all.
So, she was stalling for time until something came up that she could use. And filing this one away for future reference.
"Please, calm down Miss Fleich. I can assure you that this has been a huge misunderstanding. Nobody needs to be blown to pieces and you do not need to blow anyone to pieces. We will return your vehicle immediately. Nobody needs to be hurt."
In case she disagrees, Lillian signals her mayor to move out of the way. In case Miss Fleich DOES snap, Lillian prepares to dodge out of the way into a suitable position for her to put on her armor.
>Ideally, I would not have needed to put it on yet, but the situation is getting increasingly dangerous, for bystanders as well as ourselves. I may need to subdue her, but that is the worst case scenario. I hope someone comes up with something.....<
Wymond looked again between Miss Fleich and the mayor, but this time took a glance at Lillian too.
He opened his mouth, and managed to start speaking after only a couple seconds. "Uh... uhm, Miss Fleich, the Lady Mayor took your moun-- automobile, I think, for some of the reasons that you are feeling angry yourself. See... a couple of people including her and I," Wymond would let Lillian chime in there if she wished, "Have noticed things that just don't make sense here, and... I mean, the mayor mentioned things being irregular herself. We think... that Farfield isn't quite right, and that even is why you came to my shop -- you said that there was a... noise that you could not stop noticing. All of these things not making sense... you're not the only one to notice this, Miss Fleich, and it is my belief that the mayor may be acting off of that herself."
Miss Fleich seems more calmed by Green Star leaving her vehicle than any verbal argument. Getting behind the wheel of her car calms her down immensely, for some reason.
She does listen closely to Wymond, speaking to him from the seat of her car, without directly facing him.
"...I suppose that makes a deal of sense. It's...you don't want to be thought of as a mad-person..." She says abruptly.
"I'm sorry for losing my temper...It's...I....need some time to process all this...also, no matter what the truth is...I don't want my house to burn down because I forgot the roast." She says firmly...and, sadly. Another effect of 'waking up'...bouts of melancholy.
"...You obviously have work to do...as well? Maybe there will be time later for...explanations?" She asks hesitantly.
...
Our mayor does, in fact, find the milk truck unoccupied. Keys in the ignition, of course. The man might be buying lunch in the nearby corner store...
((OOC: Sorry Gig, I need a little more time to work on yours!))
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Topic: The Second Son (IC thread) (Issue #1: Farfield, Page 2: Kleptomania ) (Read 9424 times)