>>5809179>>5809227>>5809251>>5809349>>5809915>[ASSESMENT: Spiritual •••+] "wait... Something's wrong with him..." [ROLL: Mental + Talents + 3 bonus die (9d10). Difficulty 7]>best roll: 9, 10, 2, 7, 10, 1, 10, 9, 3 (5 successes)You stop for a moment to worry about who's gonna go first and look at him deeply. It's funny how that Avatar crap "I see you" sometimes can be right. His eyes, his posture and even how he approaches you on this mosh pit (which he isn't approaching. You both are two players going in circles waiting for the best time to do it already). You see no sadness, but instead longing, acceptance and depression. For a second, a gloomy black cloud surrounds him. You see this just for a second. You see no relaxed shoulders, but instead down shoulders who carried an astonishing and crushing weight. For a second, a gloomy black cloud applies heavy pressure on his shoulders. Yet, he can disguise this pretty well. What an excellent liar! But he's still there, joining you in this savagery. He wants that, right? No, he doesn't. He's pretending he wants this. Obligation, duty, respect for his old boss memory. You imagine he would prefer stay at home, drinking all by himself and eating cheetos while binge something on Netflix.
You hear something. Someone yelling to "start beating each other to hell already!". Music and people were too loud to recognize who said that, but you don't waste a minute. Your perception was sharp for some reason. Maybe that strong shot? Whatever. Hekko was approaching you quickly, and as the dumbass coward you are, you first dodge in an attempt to take your balance and time. You take half of a breath before Hekko going to you again. You dodge for a second time and you know he won't let you do this for a third.
You confronting him and both bump hard against each other. Fuck! He's strong! He smiles. His honey-golden eyes shine between the red and dark lights. Is he having fun? No. You saw throught him. He's pretending. Pretending? No. Yes and no. There's something more. Another bump. Real, hard and excited bump. Excited? You see as crystal clear: He notices you are looking too much at him. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Another bump. And another. And another. People yells and enjoy this brutality.
But it doesn't hurt. Is he mocking you? Is he playing soft with you? Doesn't matter. Good for you. His eyes shine and you are his prey. But you got a strategy. Dirty playing, but hey, Grace made Kimberly's nose bleed. Who cares?