Reply To: Texas Hold'em 2078 [IP]

  • adamu

    January 10, 2019 at 6:33 pm

    Al studied the faces of Ichante, Preston, and Becky as rain pelted them all mercilessly, each drop a reminder of the urgency of their next task.

    They all seemed convinced Noir was some sort of threat, but all he saw was a woman with a whole hell of a lot more power than social skills. Given over to Satan, sure? But aside from being wildly antagonistic, her only earthly crime had been to scare the hell out of the others with her mad summoning juice. More than that, she’d put down their opposition here, and at great personal cost.

    To him, the grilling and ominous comments looked like a paranoid witch hunt. The weird medkit read hadn’t helped that, but he was with these people, and he wasn’t going to hold info back from them. Ichante certainly knew more about hexes and idolatry than he did – maybe she was onto something – but he didn’t see it. He saw a hurt ally, a countdown to otherplanar Armageddon, and what looked like a seething mob. Three shadows surrounding prone prey, occasionally backlit by a flash of lightning.

    Even stabilized, he wouldn’t for a second countenance leaving her here under any other circumstances – but they had no time, and he needed these others. Getting them on their way to the farm and at the same time away from Noir seemed like the best stone with which to kill both birds….