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Cecil orders a stiff whiskey as in the bottle itself and leans against the bar with his back, taking a shot here and there. "umm... Cool ball... I suppose... I tend not to even go to bars, usually have to beat someone's face in for my whiskey..." Cecil looks around awkwardly and assumes the same state of mind as Zak.
DM: Cecil will put on a garb thats somewhere in between the options available. He will still wrap his rope gauntlet around his fist as per usual. Then he will head out of the room still remaining silent, pondering to himself. The night is not over just yet.
Cecil will ponder on Zak's response. Finally, he got someone to talk and explain things. Though, he wasn't any less on edge than he was previously. Cecil would get ready for the "ball" and re wrap his rope gauntlet around his hand.
Protection... Cecil's eyes meet his palm as things seemed to become clearer. But he will depart from the room with a quick turn and a frustrating sigh. Sigil of his protection, though he has no idea about it... really...? Cecil mutters under his breath as he makes his way to Zak. Alright Zak, let's get this over with so I will at least get some type of answer tonight that I can feel satisfied with.
Cecils eyes narrowed at Asher's response. You misunderstand Asher, I wasn't referring to you or your ilk being the ones that would kill or harm us. It's the ones you call our "hunters" that I refer to. Whether we accept your "gift" or not, we are still forced to align with you to survive, whether it be your intent or not. Cecil's muscles begin to relax slightly. Bringing his hand to his chest to view the sigil. He stares momentarily at it as if he was suddenly lost in time. As the blood spilled from Tyler's mouth, Cecil would snap out of his trance and look to Asher again. I will ask again Asher... for you seem to have misplaced the response from my earlier question. Why does this sigil react to you? And also let me add, what does it represent? Answer me truthfully, and I will consider your "gift."
Cecil looks upon the cameras and the images they show. It seemed like a drama show what was unfolding... Wait? Vampires...? As Zak finishes Cecil looks down at his rope gauntleted hand. Slowly he opens it. The faint light can just barley be seen shining through it. Cecil looks to David who seems to be sweating profusely. Then into his own thoughts he dwelled. Anger starts to be seen on Cecil's face as he begins to walk out of the room and down to where Asher is. Undoing his rope gauntlet as he goes... When he makes it down to the room he will burst in. Not force us?! NOT FORCE US?! It's literally join or die! Honey or vinegar! Someone wants us dead, you show up and say you can give us this... THIS! Cecil points to the blood remaining on the floor. And you have the nerve to say we aren't being forced. Cecil's eyes dart back and forth between Asher and Fluer. Then why the f%@+ does this sigil react to you! Cecil opens his hand twards Asher, arm fully extended. The light from his hand shining as brightly as a flashlight. In the center of his palm a sigil appears to be emanating the light. DM:
Cecil relaxes his posture and slowly resumes his usual stance. It's best not to sneak up on a man, especially if you don't know his past, but luckily your stature stopped me. Though I would like to punch something to relieve some stress.
Whaaa!!! Cecil turn around immediately after getting tapped on the shoulder, ready to punch whatever it is if it makes a wrong move.
The sudden pain brought a short break from the suspense of all that transpired. He looked at his hand and could see the light piercing through the ropes that held it. He covered it with his other hand. Asher... He said quietly before looking back at the screen only to see a spray of blood.
Nope and also thought you had the innocent aasimar shenanigans
Also Ian remember you only get the +5, if it's believable or unlikely. Your original roll would only be 22. Then the -20 from the current situation being impossible. So ya got a 2 which everyone that has just a wisdom can make it. Forgot to mention this before. Your words sound extremely truthful but the situation makes your bluff impossible. It was great rp though!
Because your lie is impossible which imparts a -20. You saw people bleeding already and Saia and I already know this and you didn't act that way then. So saying you have hemophobia is impossible. Technically we still need to beat a 7 for sense motive which i have done.
Cecil doesn't exactly care if David is lying or not. Not his problem. A man can have his secrets. If he doesnt want to tell us the truth he doesn't have too. I'm sure even the man you lean on has secrets far beyond your or my understanding. It doesn't make him less of a man. Cecil then stays silent for the remainder of the trip. To much talking for him, never had he felt so uncomfortable as he did these past few hours. The way that it seemed these people had no shadows. Was this strangeness similar to his own. He rubs the palm of his rope gauntleted hand as he thought. His hand was connected to this in some way. He just knew it.
Cecil looks at David and then back to Fluer. Well, I'm only used to healing my own injuries... and I don't believe Fluer would be comfortable with my tending to her wound... I'm... not pleasant to look at... Nor am I gentle enough to not cause more pain while tending to it. Cecil then looks to Asher. I would recommend having that wound cleaned and sutured within the next hour. Otherwise she may risk infection. I would hate to see that. A look of concern is seen on his face, showing his genuine concern for the girls well being.
DM+David: Cecil's eyes narrowed, a vein began to protrude from his arm as he squeezed his hand into a solid fist. Memory's... its all he had... and most were bad, and even more, still haunted him. Though he calmed himself by gripping his roped hand hard. David... was it? I'm more under the impression, that they already caught the aggressor. And awaiting punishment, but they want to make it a spectacle to send a message to would be aggressors. Would I be correct Jon?
DM+David: Um... yeah I... um have never been in anything formal before... is it possible for a-assistance? I also hope it isn't too restricting...
This feeling of formality was foreign to Cecil. The longer he stayed in this mansion, the more it showed on his face. Nothing has ever made him this nervous before. Someone better not scare him, accidentally or otherwise. They might end up with a elbow acrossed their face out of a sheer nervous reaction. These people saved him and were nothing but nice to him... and this he did not like or rather... was used too.
DM:
Cecil is dumbfounded. A room, a bed, suitable... attire...? these were estranged to him. Not to mention he was curious with why even after all this; why were the three of us worth all this trouble? Cecil then realized he had not the slightest clue how to deal with people... without using his fists that is. David: So... um... h-hello I suppose... um my n-name is Cecil. He hesitates then he slowly and awkwardly offers his hand. So... you seem to be the type to... um... know your way around more um... formal things... So... I hope t-this isn't weird or anything... but... I'm not used to it. So could I... s-stand by you tonight... If not, that's fine of course! Cecil waves his hands and almost shouts the last sentence. Clearly he wasn't used to talking to others.
DM: Beats the ground or asphalt any day. Heh. He gives another halfhearted smile and will step forward and sit in the rightmost chair hesitantly. Comfort was not a thing he was used to. Nor was it something he wanted to get used to.
He then looked to Asher... Asher... from the top, as blunt as possible... What is going on and why were we targeted?
Cecil follows along. Giving Fluer a half-hearted smile as, she left to change. Why was he so nervous? Something about all of this seemed... planned... Who were his attackers? They seemed abnormally strong compared to their size. And why did his sigil on his hand react to the name Asher?
Cecil gave a half-hearted laugh. Was she serious or joking? Standing at 6'2" Cecil never though of himself as short... Maybe she expected someone of the 7' variety... regardless, he wasn't one to piss off saviors, the few he's ever had anyway.
Cecil rubs the palm of his rope gauntlet. He looks distracted for a moment before looking at the three that just entered. A old man with a cane and cat. A teenage girl with a blood covered white dress... and another woman. Silken shirt... amber eyes... black tightly knotted hair. He stirred in his spot. Unknowing of what was going to happen next.
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