Once all the pallbearers have been replaced, Gustav gives a hard eye to the whole procession. "Alright, Father, carry on."
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The farmer takes a step back from Miss Harvey at her fall, gaping at the sight of her hand. He grumbles for a moment after her speech, looking from her to the graveyard and back again. "Hallowed ground..." His brow furrows in intense thought for a few moments before he erupts into shouting once again. "Alright you heathens, hands off that coffin! We'll be doing this ourselves, to make sure it's done proper - without any further deviltry from the likes of you!" He takes a purposeful step forward and shakes his fist at the pallbearers. After a moment of doubt his cohorts step forward as well, brandishing their farm tools.
"Enjoy our families while we have them?!" Gustav's face contorts in anger. "We'll take no threats from the likes of you lot!" There is a chorus of agreement from the man's cronies. "Now you get that damned man's corpse outta our town, or else we will!"
"Ye heard us, father. We don't want that devil-doctor buried in the same place as our kin! Now we ain't fixin' t' strike no man of God, but the rest of ya best march that coffin somewheres else." Again the man's allies voice their agreement, some pounding the ground with the butts of their hoes and pitchforks to emphasize the point.
A white-haired man who appears in his 50s steps forward, an angry scowl upon his face. “That’s far enough! We been talking, and we don’t want Pallaver buried here in town. You can take him up north and bury him there if you want, but he ain’t goin’ inta our ground!” The man's words garner a round of agreement from the others with him.
The hecklers, already set on edge, scatter at Virgil's shout, running off down the road into their fields. Gustav, made of somewhat sterner stuff, stays put for a moment. "This ain't over!" he growls at the procession, then turns and follows his erstwhile compatriots. Behind the Scene: Assuming no one wants to pursue Gustav or his posse, the encounter is now over - Congratulations! We may now resume posting without a round-to-round sequence.
ROUND 1 / Reaction Gustav flinches back a step at Louie's display of bluster and resolve, scowling as he looks the dark-skinned man up and down.
ROUND 1 / Order 1 Gustav swings a gnarled fist before Louie can react, but in his anger misjudges his attack and only clips the cook's right ear. The blow stings, but little more. Behind the Scene: nonlethal damage.
Gustav meets Louie's eye as he speaks, and he hesitates for a few moments and glances at the rest of the procession, who remain quiet. "Can't be decent to the dead?" he mutters, before raising his voice in anger. "Decent to the dead? We aren't the ones tryin' to bury the damned alongside six generations of good folk who built this town 'til his ilk came along!" His words are met with cheers and more rake-pounding by the men accompanying him. "And we'll be damned if we're goin' to let you!" Gustav, now truly enraged, hauls back to throw a punch at Louie.
"Ye heard us, father. We don't want that heathen devil-doctor buried in the same place as our kin! Now we ain't fixin' t' strike no man of God, but the rest of ye best march that coffin somewheres else." Again the man's allies voice their agreement, some pounding the ground with the butts of their hoes and pitchforks to emphasize the point.
An white-haired man who appears in his 50s steps forward, an angry scowl upon his face. “That’s far enough! We been talking, and we don’t want Pallaver buried here in town. You can take him up north and bury him there if you want, but he ain’t goin’ in the ground here!” Sense Motive/The Amazing Oculus:
The man's words garner a round of agreement from the others with him. |