[GRIM TALES] Wulf Ratbane's SLAVELORDS of CYDONIA

[Old One]

Brigitta

Without turning around, Brigitta whispers...

"Thank you, Teddy...I am sorry I got you into this. Tell the others not to look directly at the crystal."

Clearing her voice, she raises the black crystal up in her left hand, holding it over her head and not looking at it.

"I believe this is what you seek...although I am reluctant to relinquish it without some manner of guarantee for my safefty and the safety of my companions. While you clearly hold all the advantages, Dr. Parthenis, I would like your word - as a fellow professional and scientist - that we will not be harmed or otherwise inconvenienced in surrendering this hard-won prize."

She slowly moves the crystal back and forth in her outstretched hand, turning slightly to and fro as she does son, attempting to capture and keep the attention of the other party. She continues, quiet earnestness in her voice.

"You mentioned a main dig. We are all capable professionals here...as evidenced by the recovery of the crystal when your men failed. Perhaps we can join forces and we can lend our aid to your venture."

She pauses for a moment to gauge the effect of her words and the crystal.

"You know...crystals are funny things...so strong and so delicate at the same time. I would hate to see something untoward happen to this one in the event of any...unpleasentnes. Don't you agree, Dr. Parthenis?"

She keeps her eyes locked on her opposing number and prepares to hurl the crystal onto the floor if things go bad.

~ OO

 

[Wulf Ratbane]

Dr. Parthenis almost seems ready to laugh.

"My dear girl, wherever did you get the impression that I meant to take it from you? You succeeded where we failed; and so, it is your prize.

But if you want to see what it can do-- other than sit prettily on your mantlepiece-- then I strongly recommend you come along with me.

I will tell you this, though:

Whoever made that crystal, didn't make it to be shattered by such a dainty hand as yours.

So let us all dispense with pointless bluffs and threats and see if we can't make something amazing happen. Something... magical."

 

[nakia]

"My dear girl, wherever did you get the impression that I meant to take it from you? You succeeded where we failed; and so, it is your prize.

Teddy thinks: "Maybe the big guys with spears and the not-so-big guys with guns gave us that impression, you stuck-up ass."

Note -- thinks -- does not SAY.

Teddy also thinks: "Great. He said 'magical'. Now Brigitta is in hook, line, and sinker."

He'll put his head into a meaty palm and wipe the sweat from his face.

Or maybe it's bad news and, being the posessors of it, we're going to get screwed. Wait, what am I saying. Of course we're going to get screwed by the fat man in the fedora and herr professor.

 

[Hjorimir]

OOC: Bill keeps a close eye on Dr. Parthenis. Any indication he gives to his companions that looks hostile will ensure that Bill shoots him dead first. Other than that he keeps his calm.

 

[Fenris]

OOC: Just stopping by to say I'm a bit busy, but things seem to be developing well enough that I don't have anything useful to add, just didn't wnat to to onder where I was. Haskins will hand (slowly) the tobacco pouch to Sutton and otherwise keep a watchful eye on the goings on.

 

[BryonD]

Joshua is still just taking things in.

A scout with a 7 CON isn't quite the most useful ally at this exact moment

 

[ragboy]

Dr. Parthenis almost seems ready to laugh.

"My dear girl, wherever did you get the impression that I meant to take it from you? You succeeded where we failed; and so, it is your prize.

OOC: I'm assuming this is a total lie, but... Sense Motive - 18 unmodified

Rawley slowly takes the tobacco pouch from Haskins, his hands shaking only slightly, and leans back against the wall, eyeing the doctor for tell-tale signs of a lie as he rolls himself a cigarette.

 

[Old One]

Brigitta

Brigitta opens her mouth...can't seem to say anything and closes it again. A mask of confusion washes over her face. Is he lying? Probably? But what choices do we have?

She half-turns to her companions...searching faces for a direction. Even as she looks at each of the men, a warmth spreads from her core...the warmth of overwhelming excitment... MAGIC!

~ OO

[OOC: I will be traveling most of the next 2 days...with limited computer access, but I will try to get in once or twice.]

 

[Fenris]

Dr. Parthenis almost seems ready to laugh.

"My dear girl, wherever did you get the impression that I meant to take it from you? You succeeded where we failed; and so, it is your prize.

But if you want to see what it can do-- other than sit prettily on your mantlepiece-- then I strongly recommend you come along with me.

I will tell you this, though:

Whoever made that crystal, didn't make it to be shattered by such a dainty hand as yours.

So let us all dispense with pointless bluffs and threats and see if we can't make something amazing happen. Something... magical."

"Well then Dr. Parthenis, if indeed this is our prize by right of success, you will not take umbrage nor hinder our departure, correct?" replies Haskins shooting a stern, patriarchal look at Brigetta when here eyes light up at the mention of magic. A look meant to convey the thoughts of "Don't even think about it missy"

 

[Wulf Ratbane]

OOC: I'm assuming this is a total lie, but... Sense Motive - 18 unmodified

It's not a lie, but you don't think it's the whole truth either... as is about to be winnowed out by Haskins:

"Well then Dr. Parthenis, if indeed this is our prize by right of success, you will not take umbrage nor hinder our departure, correct?"

"Were it simply up to me, that would be correct. Unfortunately I do not think the Sutu will allow you to remove the crystal from the valley. I have not been able to persuade them to anything otherwise, even on my own behalf. I really do think it's best if we head directly to the main site, together."

The chubby man grumbled. "I hope you know what you are doing, Doctor. You men, keep your hands away from your sidearms. And you," he said, pointing his pistol at Haskins, "sling that rifle crosswise across your back."