"Hey, bub, before you go in there why don't you try this on for size." He grabs the armor and chunks it at him.
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"Interesting. The wand shoots off those missiles that never miss. And that armor will definitely do lover boy some good. Definitely more stout than what he's wearing I can guarantee you that."
"I'd be willing to bet its powers aren't beyond the Suit's either. That kind of magic seems to fit him too. But, I don't really care." "And as far as the 'Pretty boy' goes, he won't fall for her. At least not for long. He just doesn't have it in him. I'm not concerned about that one." Gold Goblin:
Just before the tall man releases the wand to Gristav, "Hold a moment, bub," his eyes begin to glow and he studies the wand. As soon as the glow fades, he then releases the wand to the magus. Moving back to the armor, Snake decides to actually take the time to look it over thoroughly, wondering if patience will actually pay off for him in this instance.
Snake looks over and notices the wand. Staring at it a moment, he eventually moves over and retrieves it. "Might be useful," he comments, storing it away currently. He then moves over to the sleeping Bojasc. Kneeling down, he examines the objects on the big guy and finds his armor giving off an interesting aura. "One of you help me get this armor off. I'm thinking 'Pretty boy' might could use this as much as he gets the crap beat out of him." Regardless of whether anyone aids him or not, he'll take the bag of coin and the vial first and store it away, and then get to work pulling his armor off. Once that's done, he sets the armor off to the side. He next attempts to determine what type of qualities the armor and the vial - if any - they may possess.
He then pulls out the bag of coins. "Looks like we came into some coin, bubs. Imagine that," he deadpans as he proceeds to count it. As soon as he finishes with that, he pulls the wand back out. "One of you bubs want this thing?" he offers Gristav and/or Tendal. "Personally? Not interested. But I'll keep it if either of you don't want it. I'm not giving it back to her."
"He'll be fine. No need to worry about 'Pretty boy' in there. He can take care of himself. Whether he's under her spell or not, he'll manage." He then moves to the nearest bench and sits down before saying, "Or not," and shrugging.
Snake stops and raises an eyebrow at the ranger while staring him dead in the eye. "You mean more like fifteen seconds, don't you, bub?" he strikes back, his stone-like visage not even close to cracking.
Looking at her through narrowed eyes, "Sure. But I'm going with you." He then awaits for her to move before following behind.
Snake just stares at the ranger - as if he's and idiot - for what feels like an eternity before simply saying, "Sure." He then moves to the telescope and takes a look. Seeing nothing of interest he steps back out. "Boring. You know, this would be an excellent set-up for Chatham to arrange secretly to offload any cargo he didn't want to pay duty on before it could be inspected by the harbormaster." He then looks to Braddon specifically, "Just in case anyone didn't realize that." He then cuts his attention to Lil. "I didn't really notice any flags, so, why don't you take a look and tell us if your ship is ready to sail."
Snake nods to the halfling before turning his attention back to Lil and awaiting her response.
Snake turns his attention toward the tiefling, giving her a look that says nothing. "Are you always this funny?" he asks rhetorically. Moving on from her not-so-comedic suggestion, "We need to move; and when I say WE I mean ALL of us. I'm tired of sitting around here talking. Time to go and find out if this 'metal' has arrived. We're definitely not going to know if this ship of yours has arrived standing around here. We'll just let the big fella sleep if off." He then pauses a moment and looks to Phillip. "Unless you got questions you want to ask him, Raccoon. If you do, I can mend some of those wounds he earned and see if it's enough to bring him around. Your call." He then turns to the others. "And if you all don't feel safe, then, tie him up. Me personally? He no longer concerns me. I've got all his weapons and there are five of us. I'm guessing he's not that stupid to take us all on with just his fists. No way he makes it alive this long being that stupid. But if he his then he'll be dead before he even realizes it; especially considering there's no way that I can heal all his wounds. Because even if I am able to bring him back to consciousness, he'll be in no shape to fight anyone."
"Bojasc still clings this side of Pharasma's boneyard as well... my votes on keeping him breathing and part of the equation at least until he's had a chance to spend his words." Nodding, "Works for me. I'm going to take his weapons from him though. He might not care whether or not he lives or dies once he wakes." Snake then proceeds to remove said weapons. Once accomplished, "Think I ought to wake him? To see what he's got to say? Not so certain I can but I can give it a shot. Just depends on how badly he's wounded. Or maybe we should just let him sleep it off until he comes to," he suggests, shrugging, as he's not entirely sure on how to proceed.
Snake raises an eyebrow at the ranger, finding him a bit curious. Mentally shrugging it off for now, he turns his focus back to Lil. "Okay, I guess we're in then; but we're all equal partners. We're all going to be helping each other with this deal to where we all get our fair share. And just for the record, sweetheart, you'd better not double cross us. Because if you do, odds are high that you'll be sleeping with the fishes. And last I checked, better to be alive with some of the profits than dead with none of them. Just letting you know."
"So if I have it right you're seeking to trade your life and limb against a half-promise of profit from a secret venture with an uncertain end... and in so doing we'd be forging ourselves in opposition to the Whore-queen, Rat-king and lord of the Arena Pits?" cocking his head to the side and allowing a wry smile to form "I'm still for the guessing that your pitiful skin might be the easier commodity to trade for coin... there's more than a few that would put forward a sum to see you flayed..." allowing his tone to show that he is engaged in a salesman's patter rather than speaking with iron-made thought."Assuredly," Lil replies. "The problem, of course, is that by accepting that sum from one means earning the enmity of the others, doesn't it? Whose tender mercy do you want to throw yourself on to protect you from your newly-made enemies? There are no sure things in Riddleport, only better bets than others. I'd rather bet on myself than trust in the loyalty of someone else ... wouldn't you?" Snake glances over at the halfling and can't help but shrug, thinking the tiefling has a point. Hard to argue that.
"And idea when this signal is suppose to be sent? I'm guessing it should be fairly soon, right?"
"The fat man, huh? Not surprised. No Zincher though? Or the prostitute queen Shorafa? They both have got to know something, right? On top of that, 'where' is this skymetal? And 'who' are we suppose to be waiting for to get this pay-off?"
Snake looks at the tiefling through narrowed eyes as if studying her. He then looks around to the others questioningly before turning back to her with a raised eyebrow. "And? Names? Who are these 'partners' of yours?"
Nodding at the magus, he then turns to Lil. "Unless anyone else objects, the floor is all yours, sweetheart," he says, staring right at her with that well-known stone cold look that tells nothing as he readies to listen with his arms folded.
Narrowing his eyes at the magus, he shrugs. "I got nothing to offer her. But while all these claims are being made that she killed everyone... did she? How do you know it wasn't Zincher? Maybe that's the guy pulling the trigger on all these murders. Would any of you put it past him? I wouldn't. Are you absolutely sure it was her? I'm not. Could she be guilty? Of course. Won't argue that. But I'm not about to up and kill someone who's just going to stand there. Even if it was the big fella there," he motions to the fallen Bojasc. "And I would be fairly certain he's done his share of senseless killing. They want to fight to the end? Then so be it. But like I said: not here to kill to just be killing. And with you saying 'murder' is the wrong word... I would say that's just you convincing yourself it's the wrong word just to appease your own conscience. The truth is what it is no matter how much you sugarcoat it. It's got to stop somewhere, bub."
Snake looks to her curiously a moment before speaking up. "Hold up, bubs. That goes for you especially, Braddon. Don't nobody kill her just yet. Not gonna lie, she had me at 'great deal of money'. Plus, I am curious as to what in the Nine Hells this is all about. Plus, she might have information I need. And if she does... then I need it. So all I'm asking is for you all to hold a moment until we've heard what she's got to say." Snake sheathes his weapon, completely unconcerned about the woman any longer. "Besides, she's no longer a threat. And I'm not about to kill a defenseless woman... guilty or not. I just can't do it. I'm no saint for sure but I'm definitely not a murderer." He looks around at the others, curious if they are hell-bent on killing her no matter what.
Seeing no way to reach the woman, Snake concentrates upon her as a red gleam in his eye shines.
Snake draws from within and brings about more magic to aid him in this cause before making his way toward Scarlet...
...before stopping right next to Braddon. He then cuts his eyes toward the ranger. What are you gonna do, Pretty boy? I'm banking on nothing seeing how I'm not threatening your girlfriend right now. But, I'm not the best gambler so I'll guess we'll see.
Snake swings again, hoping for much greater success.
Seeing how Braddon has taken out the big man, Snake looks down at the annoying pest with a stone/scowl like visage and attempts to smash it.
Snake focuses on the big fella, a red glow emanates from his eye.
Snake narrows his eyes at Lil. What are you up to now, little lady? he thinks as he attempts to discern what type of magic they are about to have to deal with.
Shaking his head, "'Pretty boy'. Got to give the big fella credit on that one. That's a good one. Unfortunately, he's not going to be around long enough for me to give him grief about it if we don't help him," Snake says as he moves toward the ranger, drawing his weapon as he does.
Oh yeah. I can already tell this is going to be fun, Snake thinks quite sarcastically. He then brings forth magical armor to help protect himself. "Stay down, Luck, this isn't going to be pretty."
The tall man gives a roll of the eyes and a shake of the head - not to mention a quiet sigh - at the words of the well-dressed man. "I'm fairly certain they won't be interested in how 'clean' you are, bub, when they're trying to take your head off. Just thought I'd throw that out there."
As Serpe backs away from the lock, Phil takes a few moments to admire the work performed. Sotto voce he adds to the man in question "Remind me to take you for the occasional nocturnal stroll through the better side of town... we could do some good work" Snake cuts his vision toward Phillip and the slightest visual of a wry grin forms before giving a nod that is equally as slight.
As he hears a *click*, somewhere deep in the recess of his mind that familiar feeling returns once again. He pauses a moment to consider it before mentally storing it away... for now. "Got it." Snake replaces his tools and reacquires his weapon. He then steps aside to let Braddon go first. "I believe you're up, bub."
Snake pauses a moment and raises an eyebrow at Gristav's comment but never takes his attention off the lock as he resumes working at it.
"Hm. Yeah I guess I did." He then shoos Luck out of his pack and retrieves his tools. "Still not use to this." Picking out what feels to be the proper tool, he goes to work on the lock.
Snake reluctantly follows suit and draws his morningstar. "Just try not to make too much noise, bub."
Snake follows behind Braddon, readjusting his pack upon his shoulder and making sure Luck still resides within.
"Now was that so hard?" Upon Phillip's agreement, Snake assists Gristav in the execution of his plan.
Looking oddly at Gristav, "Mapache?" he asks, looking around to see if there's somebody here he doesn't know. "Any chance you can keep things in Common, bub? I don't really know too many languages. And why do you need me to help 'slow-lift' your staff? Can't you just do it?" he simply asks.
"Might be worth myself and Braddon taking a first squint from afar before we move entire... we're a mite less distinguished than all of you other gentlefolk." "Sounds good."
Shaking his head, "I don't. But I do question your definition of 'politely' all of the sudden. And having said that... I don't want to know."
Snake perks up at Tendal's idea. "Now we're talking. I'm all for a plan that involves us NOT being suspects."
Snake takes a fairly deep breath through the nose before shaking his head incredulously. Man the bodies just keep piling up. I'm liking our odds of attracting absolutely NO attention with all this, he thinks sarcastically to himself.
Lifting up his hat to scratch the back of his head before placing the hat back down, "For yours and our sake, bub, I sure hope it goes as easy as you make it out to be. So this 'Lil' killed your grandmother and some general's babysitter. You probably told me before but refresh my memory because my memory is shot all to hell. Why? Why did she kill them both? And are you absolutely certain it was her? Or is that information we still don't have?" he asks as he looks to them all.
Snake silently listens to all that transpires as he leans against a wall with his head down and his arms crossed. Raising his head once Phillip finishes speaking, "I'm thinking Raccoon's got it right. If we're going to find this Lil gal and kill her, and Bojasc is going to be there with her, it'd be a good idea to see if we can enlist some help." He then looks over at Braddon, "You got some solid blades there, bub, but that isn't going to be enough to bring down the big guy. And this little rag tag band of ours won't be enough either. We would only do ourselves a favor if we could get reinforcements. Of course, they'd have to be willing to go up against Bojasc which might be difficult to convince... no matter how much coin we put up. And let's not forget what the fat man just said," he motions to Saul with a nod, "we kill Lil then we have this Shorafa to deal with next which is also going to put whoever we can convince - if anybody - on her hit list too simply by association. Not that I care but if you add it up, we've just gained another enemy. This is a dangerous hand we've been dealt, bubs, if we're going all in let's make sure we're at least holding the right cards."
Snake smirks. "That's easier said than done, bub. In case you've forgotten, the big fella is about the size of a bear. And I'd wager one mighty swing with that weapon of his could easily fell us in one blow. But you're right. If we could find a way to remove him from the picture then that would help for sure. It's just a matter of 'how' to do it without getting our head caved in," he states matter of factly.
Snake shakes his head. "Nope. Nobody."
His eyes cutting toward the coin before returning to the path ahead, "Yeah I guess that's all we can do really. It's that 'surviving the day' part that tends to get tricky sometimes," he concludes. "But I guess that's what also makes things interesting. I guess it's either that or we could be stuck in our room making scrolls all day like the Suit." He reaches up to scratch his cheek a moment in thought before, "Alright, Raccoon, you win. Surviving the day and enjoying the night's a much better plan. Fortunately for me, I kept the crazy wager out of it this time," he says with a wry grin.
Nodding in complete understanding, "'Opportunity'. That's perfect. One's loss is another's gain. Your timing couldn't be better, bub. With the fat man out of the picture and half the town nearly destroyed, I gotta say... this hand is too good to not go all in on. Either that or it's one helluva bluff." The tall man can't help but shake his head at how everything seems to be falling into place for the halfling. "Perfect," he repeats, impressed by it all. He then puts to thought the enemies Saul has made. "The only real catch would be how to deal with Saul's enemies. That would be the trick," he says, stroking his bearded chin in thought.
As they walk, "I'm curious, Raccoon, what's got you involved in all this? I know Braddon wants revenge against this 'Lil' character for the death of his grandmother or whatever, and Gristav... never mind. I never know what in the Nine Hells Gristav wants. And that's even when he tells us. I'm sure the Suit has some type of 'upstanding and proper' reasoning. But what about you? What kind of hand have you been dealt that keeps you from walking away from the table?"
"Hm. Careful, Raccoon, you're playing with fire. Spoil him like that and you might make a friend for life," says the warlock, a light chuckle escaping him.
Looking at the halfling with a raised eyebrow at the mention of 'flowery tea', "Coffee's fine. Yeah Luck wouldn't mind a few nuts. Or several. That one has never had an issue with food." At the mention of such, the mongoose pops out of the back of the tall man's pack and climbs down his leg with ease, running around and sniffing at various things upon the ground as if looking for said nuts. Shaking his head as a rare grin - albeit a slight one - forms, "See?"
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