(Recapping and continuing)
Mon'Fargret speaks with the couple while aiming his pistol at them, "I apologize for the intrusion. Place your hands in the air and realize I am very good with this pistol. That is a very nice crystal. Tell me about it."
It's a couple of guys, one of whom looks middle aged and respectable and the other of whom looks to be in his late teens and a bit more rowdy in style.
The kid smirks and strikes a cocky pose. "Do you even know where you are?"
Mon'Fargret's finger twitches ever so gently on the trigger, and a burst of vaporized material erupts from the edge of the display case behind the two men. The older one jumps with fright. The younger one, however, only takes a couple of startled steps and then resumes his haughty stance.
"The next one won't miss," says Mon'Fargret. "Talk about the function on the crystal."
"That?" replies the younger man smugly, gesturing toward the crystal. He chuckles. "Who knows? It's just some old Gothie relic. Ancient witch-ware. I don't know what it does...or how the lady got it." He glances over his shoulder and raises an eyebrow. "I guess I don't have to call for the guards."
Mon'Fargret pauses, but then Lirassa gives him a shove, sending him out of the doorway so she can emerge herself.
"Stop holding up the procession!" she barks. Then she sees the two men and sings a sweet, "Good evening, gentlemen!" Her pistol rises into position. Behind her, Ham levels his stun carbine under her arm.
"I don't think the guards are coming," observes the older man anxiously.
"The guards have already been here," retorts Mon'Fargret, resuming his steely gunpoint.
"They're still here, too," adds Lirassa, nodding to the rear. "On the floor. Wanna see?"
The younger man's smirk lowers a bit and a spark of worry enters his eyes. His voice sounds thinner as he says, "Look, I don't know what this is about, but at least try not to be stupid! You're not.."
His last utterance ends with a nasty gurgle as his chest cavity bursts open in a cloud of luminescent steam. Flames play about his clothing as he topples over.
The older man dances with panic.
"Don't call me stupid," says Lirassa flatly.
Mon'Fargret sighs as confusion can be heard from back within the corridor. Bina is trying to push her way through the group.
4 comments:
Man, I'm stuck on the landing!
[No, Furnfinndorn is stuck on the stairs. Widjgleeby is stuck in the corridor at upper right, straddling (if not squishing) the stunned guard.]
[Everybody is stuck! This reminds me of playing Neverwinter Nights, and having the front fighter block the entrance to a large room filled with monsters. You can't get in to help, and the fighter can't backup or step forward to let more people through.]
Granite will attempt to push her way through as well.
I not going to squish the guard. does he have any munchies?
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