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Re: The Kingdom - Born on the Bayou

skullandscythe posted in The Kingdom - Born on the Bayou on 2017-08-22 10:22:57
Red manages to not flinch at Pops' line about truth, but otherwise manages a small, shaky smile to both Pops and Beau. "Thank you," he says softly, then tries to set his shoulders straight and take a deep breath that doesn't rattle.

"Yes, the quicker the better."

Re: Jade Imperium - Afghanistan, Pt. 3

skullandscythe posted in Jade Imperium - Afghanistan, Pt. 3 on 2017-08-21 22:41:33
Zaef doesn't need much time to make a decision here.

"Leaving is the only good option we have here. We can't hold out in a siege, especially not one from the civilians. Kitty, get everything packed and ready to go. Jimmy will help for now, since he's so keen to leave. Marta, please communicate to the people here that we will be leaving calmly and peacefully, and ask them to act the same. When we've dispersed the crowd here, I need to coordinate with Hale, get everyone out of here quick and quiet. And ready for trouble on the road."

Re: The Kingdom - Born on the Bayou

punkey posted in The Kingdom - Born on the Bayou on 2017-08-21 21:38:18
(Lucius Notice: 2d8 v. 1d6 = 4 v. 1)

Lucius gives Ana the side eye - then a slight nod and a shuffle to his left to cover her flank.

(Red Persuade: 2d12 v. 2d8 = 12 v. 8)

Pops grunts, then looks to Beau.
"It's Red, Pops," Beau says. "He's family." He gives Red a look that slowly evolves into a smirk. "Thinks too much of himself most of the time, but family."
Pops looks back to Red. "You always been a liar and a cheat, but you always told the truth. And even though your friends need a few lessons in manners, you did set them straight. I overstepped in saying you weren't family, and I apologize." He tilts his head. "You say destroying the other half will set Narcisse back to right? And all his boys are gone? Then that's enough for me." He lumbers to his feet. "Well, come on and let's get this over with."

Re: The Kingdom - Born on the Bayou

CrazyIvan posted in The Kingdom - Born on the Bayou on 2017-08-21 01:19:08
Ana stands quietly to one side, eying the exchange between Martin, Red, and their erstwhile host, her posture relaxed, but to those who know what they're looking at, also remarkably unencumbered.

Up and under the ribs when he stands - straight line to the heart, a swift enough death, the wound easily hidden beneath a vest or coat, well-suited to an open casket funeral.

Re: The Kingdom - Born on the Bayou

skullandscythe posted in The Kingdom - Born on the Bayou on 2017-08-20 12:27:03
"Dumb and fat or crafty and skinny, he won't be a house-sized croc anymore," Red responds calmly. "Be easier to deal with, either way."

Red is NOT, however, calm when Martin speaks up.

"MARTIN! STEP OFF!" Red takes a quick shuddering breath, forces his frightful face back into something more composed. But his voice continues, low and growling, "You don't know what you're talking about."

Red turns back to his father, quivering. "Martin thinks I am a good person, it seems.

I am not. And you are right, that the city has changed me. Helped me remember...and made me a worse person for it. But this," And he waves his hand over the house, over the hill, "this is still my home. And you, and Ma, and Mari, and Flora and Marcie-and even Beau," Red chuckles, "however much we couldn't stand each other-are all my family.

"Is it wrong for me to be concerned-to be afraid for you? Is it wrong for me to want to help you if you're in trouble?" Renard gulps. "Is it wrong, then, to turn that help away?"

(OOC: Persuade, if at all possible please.)

Re: The Kingdom - Born on the Bayou

Gatac posted in The Kingdom - Born on the Bayou on 2017-08-20 03:14:43
"That's a funny thing to say," Martin cuts in. "Your son is fighting to preserve his home and his kin and all the people around, while you have gazed upon the horrors of Asenath's magicks and decided that you wanted yet more of her wicked power run amuck. You disdain the experience of the only band of people who have stood up to this ancient evil and lived to carry the day, but what do you know? Where is your library of arcane grimoires, your correspondence with learned mages, your own notes on what you have observed and discovered? I saw none of it in your home and I should think your family would long have known your plan if you approached it with the kind of effort and diligence that handling such power requires. I ask once more, Sir: what do you know about this tablet? I think you only spout what it has whispered to you in the dark, filling your head with lies and your heart with malice. Your protests against our warnings are that of a child caught in mischief. If you can't see it, then it is not on Renard to follow you into this madness; it is you who has forgotten himself, and your son's duty to uphold the love for justice and good you once taught him."

Re: The Kingdom - Born on the Bayou

punkey posted in The Kingdom - Born on the Bayou on 2017-08-19 17:19:35
Pops gives Red a hard but curious look. "Guarantee that he'll go back to being a dumb fat bastard, can you? You became some expert in things that never happened while you've been away?" Pops scoffs. "Barely even look like my boy anymore. Gone back to the city and forgot where you came from."

Re: The Kingdom - Born on the Bayou

skullandscythe posted in The Kingdom - Born on the Bayou on 2017-08-19 07:26:34
"Thank you, Ozzy," Red replies in that 'you're not helping' tone. He steps up, past Ozzy and Martin, near Beau.

"Pops, maybe the tool's greatest use is to be destroyed. Everyone's been living in fear of this curse, of the Descoteaux's foul magic. You can tell them that you've freed them from that.

"As for the Descoteaux, they're hardly big and mean out there. Narcisse is pretty much all that's left. Break the tablet, and he'll go from being a house-sized crocodile to a two-chair sized naked man. I think you can handle that." Red looks over at Beau for a moment, then back at Pops. "Or Beau and I can, if you prefer."

Re: The Kingdom - Born on the Bayou

Admiral Duck Sauce posted in The Kingdom - Born on the Bayou on 2017-08-18 20:07:22
"There ain't much left o' the City left," Ozzy interjects. "Weren't nice before and it's good and proper fooked now. Same as'll happen here if you give into wot Asenath's sellin' yer." He takes a step forward, backing up Martin. "Give us the tablet, we break the curses, and then you can go and finish off the Descoteaux while they're weak from transformin' if that shite gets yer hard. Or you can give us the tablet, we break the curses, and you and the Descoteax can come together over this shared fookin' experience and fookin' circle jerk and sing campfire songs. I don't fookin' care as long we get that tablet and we break the curses."

Re: The Kingdom - Born on the Bayou

Gatac posted in The Kingdom - Born on the Bayou on 2017-08-17 15:38:01
The farmers on the Beaulieu farm might still be human, but they have that same head-down, "working their patch of land" attitude that Martin recognizes from the Descoteaux farm. They might not be literally half-prey, but after hearing that Pops Beaulieu was after the tablet as well, Martin can't help but look up at that white house overlooking the rice paddies and vegetable patches and notice who's on the apex here. Martin swallows his concerns and fixes his eyes forward. If something's happening here - no profit in delaying. Best get to the source before he can think better of it. He keeps his walk straight. The tablet. He will destroy it, and everything will settle down from there. That's the ticket. That's all that matters.

Water carriers and guards stand aside as Martin, Anata, Lucius, Q, (and to a greater extent) Anton and Ozzy make their way up the steps to the Beaulieu front door. Sitting on the porch underneath the long, wide awning are Pops and Beau, relaxing on rocking chairs.

"We didn't expect you back for a minute," Pops says, waving in the group's direction as they all file into formation in front of the Beaulieu patriarch. "I trust that by your relatively intact - if not exactly clean - status that those rotten Descoteaux scoundrels that have been taking my people are no more?"
"The problem's nearly solved," Martin says coolly. "It's just the matter of the second half of the tablet. I fear we'll have to impose on you, Sir, to help us find and destroy it."
Beau smirks. "You mean you can't find it? Red's losing his touch."
"I think we're pretty close," Martin says.
"Well hell, I ain't doing anything," Beau says, and stands up. "I'll grab my bow and show you how a real tracker gets things done."
"Sir," Martin says to Pops, "I think I have been unclear. There's exactly one parcel of this swamp that your rivals have not turned over in search of the second half. And we're standing on it. I would be grateful if you could all save us some time, then, before we indeed go searching."
"Pops?" Beau asks, turning to his father.

Pops shifts in his seat, saying nothing while glaring at Martin's yellow eyes.

"And judging from the look on your son's face," Martin says, "you have done a very good job of keeping it safe from the grasp of evil, Sir. But now that the other half has been destroyed, it is time to dispose of this ancient evil, once and for all."
Pops keeps his stare at Martin up for a little while longer. "Nothing so wasteful as a good tool left unused," he finally says.
"A sword cares not what blood it spills," Martin counters. "We could recount the horrors we've seen on our journey, but I'd like to spare you - all of you - those thoughts. I ask you again - please trust us to end this now."
"You leave any of them alive, boy?" Pops asks.
"I won't lie to you, there's a rather larger crocodile-beast, the size of a house, that purports to have been Narcisse. We didn't press the issue, but we remain sanguine that shattering the tablet will reverse the magicks that twisted him thusly." Martin chuffs. "Other than that, no, circumstances did not favor it. Asenath's evil corrupts deeply, and none saw the wisdom in surrender."
"So they're still out there, then," Pops says. "They're still big and mean, and you all are gonna fuck right off and leave us to our own devices." Pops shifts in his seat but makes no attempt to stand. "Well, thank you for the offer, but we're fine."

That doesn't seem to sit too well with Beau, but he turns back to face the group rather than his father.

"I'm afraid we're going to have to insist," Martin says. "You can still be the hero here. But if you prefer the company of Asenath, well, you might want to ask the last guys we met how that worked out for them. 'course, you might have trouble finding them."
"Descoteaux wouldn't know how to strike a match without settin' their clothes on fire," Pops scoffs. "I've seen the ways of their folly, we won't be making the same mistakes."
"You think the Descoteaux are the first people messing with Asenath's tablets we had to take care of?" Martin snaps. "It always goes the same. People mess with things they don't understand. Evil is unleashed. We go in and cut its head off. That is the story. I've seen it played out once tonight. I think we would all prefer to stop there. I'm certainly sick of it. But one way or another, that tablet is getting destroyed. So, no, I sincerely do hope you don't make the same mistakes as the Descoteaux did - and settle for knowing that you helped defeat an ancient evil, instead of dying in her name."
"Awfully appropriate that your fur is as black and white as your words," Pops says. "Must be nice back there in the City. Why don't you head on back there."
"Because a fool is standing in my way," Martin growls. "Hand over the tablet so we can destroy it. I won't say it again."
"Hey, hey," Beau says, stepping in between Martin and Pops. "Let's just calm things down."