[ wow this guy looks very punchable...... familiar but particularly punchable in this instance.
however, he's not really in much shape to fight anymore, considering owner and guy and even margaret with her gun the first day have really beaten him within an inch of his life. hard to think he can make a charm check right now. he finds the energy to huff, nearly a disbelieving laugh. ]
...Something like that, my friend. A journey, more like.
[ any cool impulse to try and kill these guys too? he's tired. ]
especially with how he's acting right now - hands going wide in a friendly ("friendly" gesture) - and stepping in closer. there are no cool impulses to kill these guys. in fact, his head is rather quiet right now all things considered.
maybe they've given up on him. left him here, in the cold. found someone better, more suitable to the task. the unfamiliar faces look a bit distrustful - hands tightening on weapons, but they look to Lucien first before doing anything, and he waves them off.
he steps in closer still, apparently not seeing this shot, sliced and burnt fish as much as threat. And then he reaches up to wrap a hand gently around his wrist. The hand has a red eye on the back it, glowing slightly in the dim light. ]
Ah, wonderful. I think you've reached the end of it. I'm grateful.
[ And then it's quick. Pain wracks every part of his body, his mind, rending it into bloody pieces - but ]
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however, he's not really in much shape to fight anymore, considering owner and guy and even margaret with her gun the first day have really beaten him within an inch of his life. hard to think he can make a charm check right now. he finds the energy to huff, nearly a disbelieving laugh. ]
...Something like that, my friend. A journey, more like.
[ any cool impulse to try and kill these guys too? he's tired. ]
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especially with how he's acting right now - hands going wide in a friendly ("friendly" gesture) - and stepping in closer. there are no cool impulses to kill these guys. in fact, his head is rather quiet right now all things considered.
maybe they've given up on him. left him here, in the cold. found someone better, more suitable to the task. the unfamiliar faces look a bit distrustful - hands tightening on weapons, but they look to Lucien first before doing anything, and he waves them off.
he steps in closer still, apparently not seeing this shot, sliced and burnt fish as much as threat. And then he reaches up to wrap a hand gently around his wrist. The hand has a red eye on the back it, glowing slightly in the dim light. ]
Ah, wonderful. I think you've reached the end of it. I'm grateful.
[ And then it's quick. Pain wracks every part of his body, his mind, rending it into bloody pieces - but ]
Sorry. Nothing personal. Only business.
[ it's done. Sidon is dead.
but I think some people are waiting on him. ]