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Speaking of anxious, your mugger-turned-kidnapper is starting to look kinda jumpy. Look, you begin, you know this looks bad-
“Chuck me my knife so I can chuck it back atcha again, geezer!”
Yea, you’re not gonna do-wait, does that mean he doesn’t have a knife!? The fishboy’s pupils grow ever so smaller.
“N-no, I got tons!”
“He’s got one in his claw, Ant,” Tzah-Tzie helpfully chimes in, “And it’s shaking! Ha! What an amateur, am I right?”
Let’s not antagonize the guy with the knife, you reply in a diplomatic tone! Listen, you continue with a flustered sigh, what’s your name, kid?
“Don’t call me <span class="mu-s">KID</span>, grandpa!”
Don’t call me <span class="mu-s">GRANDPA,</span> <span class="mu-i">KID!</span>
As the tension between you grows thick enough to carve through, you spot a familiar pair of twinkling yellow eyes on the roof overlooking the alley! You’re pretty sure she waves when she locks eyes with you, but you don’t return the gesture.
Keeping up the facade, you keep up the conversation! Your name is <span class="mu-b">ANTON PEAS</span>, you explain in the friendliest voice you can muster, now is he gonna tell you <span class="mu-i">his</span>, or-
“HAW! That’s the dumbest name I’ve ever heard!” Guffaws (yep, he managed a guffaw) the street punk as TT tries and fails to drop to the ground! “Seriously… what the hells!?”
Oh yea!? What’s <span class="mu-i">HIS</span> name then, huh? You bet it’s pretty dumb too!
“<span class="mu-b">ALTON KIES!</span> An’ don’t you forget it!”
Watching Volka try to be sneaky on the roof is like watching a horseshoe crab try to blend into a ballet–she needs a bit more time!
And what, uh, what turned you to a life of petty crime, <span class="mu-i">Alton Kies?</span> You brace yourself for more abuse, but as you unclench your jaw and lower your hands from your face you instead find yourself looking at a very… contrite-looking fish!
“Huh… nobody’s ever asked me that before…”
It’s hard to ask when he’s throwing knives and running around, you retort, but take a conversational step back when you get a glare in response. Erm, continue!
“Well it all started when my dad-”
“<span class="mu-s">NOW, GUYS!</span>” Roars the Skog as she springs into action above with a crash and a thunk!
NOW <span class="mu-i">WHAT!?</span>
>Roll me 1d100+2 (+4 Alton Surprised, +2 Pincer attack, -2 Dark, -2 Surprised!) to do… something!? Best of 3!
Last update of the night, by the way! Seeyas tomorrow!
