>>6136839>>6136843>>6136870>>6136924>5 successes, 1 crit fail = 4, mitigated successSorry for the lack of colors/digital stuff, my tablet was dead so I had to improviseYou force yourself between both parties, and, before you can calm the situation down, the man in the toga slams his fist into your cheek, redirecting the punch meant for the woman behind you. Your head spins, and you taste iron in your mouth, but you’ve taken worse hits before. Even still, you feel <span class="mu-s">stronger</span> somehow than you should be. Ignoring that for now, you look your assailant dead in the eye, spitting blood onto the floor.
“Calm down. Let’s talk this out.” You say, not wavering a bit as he withdrawals his hand from your face.
“You must be new.” He replies, rage still smoldering behind his eyes.
You’ve been getting that a lot. “I am. What’s happening here?”
“My name is Decimus Laronius.” he states, trying to keep himself calm, “Me and my wife Severa fell together all those years ago. She passed, very recently, but that THING-” he stops to collect himself grief and rage nearly breaking his Roman stoicism, “took her. It’s WEARING her like a suit of armor. It’s disgusting. To see another color coming from my Severa-” he chokes down a sob, redirecting his emotions into his clenched fist, his knuckles going white as he digs his nails into the skin of his palm hard enough to make his hand bleed, “Step aside. I have to put that thing down.”
“I-I didn’t steal her or anything!” The woman behind you cries, seemingly more to you than to Decimus, “She was.. kind. She donated her body to medicine, and, I had no choice. I needed a host or else I was going to die, and there haven’t been any Lyxish deaths recently. It’s not unprecedented to take a Terran body as-”
“SHUT UP!” Decimus roars, trying to force his way through you as you block his path with your arm, “SHE WANTED TO DONATE HER ORGANS, NOT HER ENTIRE BODY! DO YOU SERIOUSLY THINK SHE WOULD HAVE WANTED THIS?!”
“Why not?” The woman asks, clearly as genuinely confused as he was scared, “What’s the difference?”
“PARASITE SCUM!”
You catch a second punch, again not directed at you, but this time without getting yourself bruised up.
“You seem like a good kid,” Decimus states, his hand trembling in rage in yours as you keep yourself between him and what used to be his wife, “But if you keep getting in the way I’ll have to hurt you. Please, leave this between me and the bug.”
>Leave as directed>Shout for the police>Try to calm the man down (roll charm)>Run away with the girl (roll athletics)>Ask questions>Write-in 