> Watch, if the human is going to see you, or call for help, knock it away with your tail. Better cautious than dead.
You wait quietly while the guard turns slowly around, scanning the room. He walks over to your bed, determines you are not there, and turns back towards the room, his motion expectant. As he does so, you whip your tail at his head as hard as you can. *Clang.* His helmet rings momentarily, and he stumbles, but you can see from the padding around his face (his helmet covers the cheeks and eyebrows, but is rather revealing) that the armour is made for exactly what you just did.
In the moment he stumbles, you recognize his face and a momentary shred of memory surfaces; his name is Garth, and he is often very tired of you.
> Spoilers!
The character was born a lizardperson, but has lived with other races (humans); and the character's memory has been put through a blender from all the drugs. He's been in this cell for a rather long time.
As a random note on the tattoo, it's the reason there isn't any need for waste receptacles, and why the lizardperson will become thirsty faster. Of course, the whole set-up was well contrived by an idiot, so with the addition of mind-voices, the lizardperson has a chance to escape.
> Deduce we are a snakeman.
You fail to deduce you are a snake-man, as you don't feel like you can slither, and you don't have time for it right now anyway. (I rolled a six for this, but I didn't know if I was rolling for the command, or prudence.)
> See if human is friendly.
You wait out the half-second it takes Garth to regain his balance. With not the slightest pause, he rushes you and pins you against the wall, restraining your limbs in a rather well practiced position. His expression is of mingled boredom and surprise, and he is a half-foot taller than you. "Sure has been a while since you tried that one."
> If it ain't, use Tale Whip
TM.
Your tail is pinned behind you. It is a rather uncomfortable position, so you struggle vigorously for about a minute. Garth doesn't care. He moves so he can restrain you with one hand and his legs, and moves the other hand to take off the torn blanket wrappings you're wearing around the tattoo. "At least this "new invention" makes things easier; I don't have to wrap you up every time you fall asleep in some...weird place." he mumbles with both sarcasm and annoyance.
(Also, in posting I came across a new error (among others) that made me laugh. It told me that 52 new replies had been posted while I was typing, and that I might want to review my post based upon them. I find this funny because in these stories you usually have to review most of what you've written to insure continuity.)
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