Shaking hands (Harvest)

[Kray]

Tv and movies would show the scene happening in a suave restaurant or swanky penthouse. reality was far less flash. The pair John Donoghue had agreed to spook were stumbling through the small carpark of a shabby bar, and about time he had been sitting on the cold hood of the car for long enough to get annoyed. But it sent a message, he knew who he was after.

Drunk as the pair were even the giants towering presence goes unnoticed until he shifts his weight off the vehicle which groans with relief. Which is fine by him, the sudden awareness works well for what he has in mind. Looming over the to momentarily stricken men the deep voice rumbles into the crisp air. "Hm. Keven Smith." Statement not a question that was how to do it.

One of the men, finding his drunken courage squares up, words a little slurred. "I know why your here, I won't be pushed around by thugs." Evening going to poke the giant in the chest, put off centre by the ogre's sheer proportions and jabs his gut instead, the wall of muscle unmistakeable even to someone in his state.

Kray leans down, grinning his toothy grin. But actually feeds glamour into his tongue, needed here? No? A risk? Yes get enough fear running and a meal of glamour is on the table "Oh. You won't?" Raising a big hand as if to push back. Kevin's instinctual flinch is oh so tasty. "Huh. And what about your wife? Your daughter?" Drawing the words out. "Oh. Did you forget your union membership includes a home address?" The terrible glamour infused words driving into both men's ears, settling into the brains taking precedence.

Harvest Fear 5 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2025-12-29 17:05:32	Kray rolls 10 to Harvest fear manipulation 2 + intimidate 3 + spec + 4 (trolls tonuge) (10 Again)	6, 3, 7, 10, 7, 10, 9, 10, 9, 7, 2, 3, 3	5 successes

A changeling who is attempting to coax out the emotion of his Court receives an additional Glamour point inthe event of a successful roll (not to exceed his Glamourmaximum) -- ctl pp.89 (So Kray harvesting Fear gets 6 glamour pending any ST restrictions.

The ogre feasts as Kevin's face pales. "You .. You wouldn't." Bravado is so much harder when it's not you on the line. And this man has none left

One big hand lands firmly on Kevin's shoulder. "Oh. I would. I will. But I don't need to." The other hand comes forward to shake. "Ah. Just start toting the union line on this one and I won't need to make a house call." Driving the point home. "Hm. And who knows next time we meet it could be a much more beneficial experience." Drumming up new business opportunities was never a bad move, although this one seems like a long shot.

Kevin's defeated hand folds into the giant's, not a pledge, just a deal but one the ogre will honour just as strongly. "Hm. There's a good lad." Breaking the contact. The giant turns his back and saunters into the night, unable to remember when he was last running on so much glamour. Handy as there was freehold business to be about.

[Kray]

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