[Red Diamond Tavern] Troublemakers [Open]

[Fantol]

Fantol looked at the bully nearing him. He raised up his hands, as in surrender. He realised he could not stand much against this man through muscle. He would have to choose a whole different ballgame. "Let's not let things get out of hand here," he said. He closed his hands, keeping them nicely balled. He imagined his practice, focusing in the dismembering of soul and flesh. He bent down his head slightly, while evidently still, as if paralysed in submittance. But while his body was unmoving, he felt his ghostly knuckles spring forward as he threw a good old telekinetic punch at Darren's nose.

[Berus]

Berus shook his head at Kain's question, though his hands betrayed him and gestured toward his soiled shirt. "Just a bit of a spill, really, and I think its just an honest mistake," he said with a bit of a grin toward Fantol. The smile dissipated the next moment, however, as Darren, as always, escalated the minor events in the Red Diamond to a whole new dangerous level.

Oh Darren... Are you always trying to prove you're the strongest? Berus wondered. His eyes flew fleetingly through several indeterminable colors as he surveyed the man. Darren was a nice enough person, yet he always seemed to be looking to discharge his strength at something. He was dangerous in some situations, like this one, yet a completely different, more friendly person in others.

The little bard's head snapped up as the tension in the air seemed to start to crackle, as if it were going to explode. Darren simply stood there with an unsettlingly evil look in his eyes while Fantol himself seemed to be concentrated more on the ground with his fists balled tight at his sides. Berus cocked his head to the side in confusion the next moment as he noticed that, oddly, Fantol's fists were tightening in preparation for a punch rather than loosening as you would expect for one who was apparently submitting.

Berus frowned and sent a suspicious glance up at Fantol's eyes to see that they weren't starting at the ground as they appeared-they were fixed on Darren's face! Memory of the strange Vantha pulling him across the ice without using his hands flooded through his head in an instant, prompting him to throw his arms up defensively and step back instinctively.

He sent a concerned glance toward Darren but held back his warning call. If they were to fight, Darren had the upper hand and Fantol needed every advantage he could get. Even if that meant the strange Vantha was going to be throwing punches from afar.

[Growl]

Appreciation Time! Name: Fantol Experience: +1 Carving Lore: Carving into a Wooden Table, Imagining Attacks Name: Darren Experience: +1 Interrogation, +1 Intimidation Lore: Trying to Help the Barkeep Name: Berus Experience: +1 Rhetoric Lore: People Walk All Over You, Name: Kain Experience: None Lore: Getting Involved Additional Notes: Fantol, you mention stepping on Berus' foot before he even starts posting. Um... try to avoid that in the future. Darren, watch your grammar, the past tense of shake is "shook," not "shaked." And congrats for making it a whole thread without throwing a Snowsong! Kain, you were not given any exp, since you were hardly involved in the thread. Other than that, it was cute, sorry it had to end so soon though! PM with any questions or concerns.