Posted 28 February 2012 - 03:31 AM
They seemed to have accepted what I had said as non-hostile, I wish they would have paid more attention to it however as almost immediately they began interrogation.
...Okay, this isn't quite as bad as interrogation, yet still, harsh penalties for being a brain.
...Hmmm, one at a time here, guys.
I causally rose from the seat and stretched slightly, cane in hand, my muscles tingled slightly as if lethargic from their long periods of inactivity.
“You ask if I know what we're up against here, good sir,” I addressed the third, “I find must ask if you know the answer to that question yourself. But as for what I'd suppose... mmm... Spirits? Ghosts? Devils? A unsightly gaggle of nasty ghouls from the depths of the Great Beyond...”
I slowly approached the group, while keeping a small bit of distance for their sense of security.
“...What would you say of a curse?”
I gave the creepiest possible vibe I could muster while saying that, then spun around on my heel and shrugged.
“But that's just what I'd estimate from the signs.”
It seemed as if these fellows wouldn't be very well versed in the occult, so I decided to indulge myself with my speech.
Twirling my cane in my hand, I continued.
“The monsters themselves appear to be some form of concoct chimera or homunculus creatures styled after deep 17th century Abominations of the greater cult of Sacramort, but then again, that's just a guess.”
I paused, bringing my cane to rest on my other hand.
“Then again, there seem to be a multitude of types with variant uses, as displayed by the Grenadier here,” I poked my cane in the direction of the acidic monster, “so there is always the possible connection of demonic spawn, chevalier, or familiars...”
I paused again and turned back to face them.
“Is that enough for you, or shall I continue?”
I didn't need an answer.
“You asked if I could defend myself, you sir and Mr. Nax...”
I stopped...
There's no point in playing my hand too early, that would only get me into trouble later.
But still, I needed to be able to stay with this group here, for my best interests...
I approached the third man and seemingly merely walked by him, only brushing slightly against him.
This man is interesting, he's a gambler I assume? He seems to carry poker chips with him in his pockets.
I wonder if he noticed what I did?
“...well, sometimes it's what you can do out of conflict that makes you worthwhile to the group, wouldn't you agree?”
I dropped a handful of his chips on the floor.
“...Well, what do you say?”