(FOC) Where'd She Go?

[Coco]

"You are all under the delusion that I am attempting to negotiate," The Wasp snarled, drawing the blade from within her cane. "In truth, we are not buying information from you. I am selling you back your life. Tell me exactly where to find Rosemary or I shall take it with me."

It was so tiresome how these fools thought they could bargain and wheedle with her. Did they not realize how insignificant their desires where in the face of what she could do to them?

No doubt her companions where quail from such a monstrous thought, but there was no horror in the Wasp's mind. These fools were the profiteers, exerting their whims upon all others so that they could sate their petty desires. It was they who were forcing others to bow before them. Coco was merely rejecting the paradigm of their power, reminding them that, if they truly wished to make power all that mattered, then they would lose.

  3 successes to intimidate

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2015-10-25 01:42:25		Coco! rolls 3 to stop putting up with their shit (pres3+fairest) (10 Again)		10, 9, 9, 6		3 successes

[Milo Chernobog]

Milo peaked around the back door, an eyebrow quirked at all the fuss. For a moment he thought about slipping out and leaving the crazies to crazy, but it wasn't his show to run and he'd be pretty livid if the roles reversed and someone did it to him.

"Um, ladies." He called back to the group with the faintest hint of amusement. He didn't feel the need to single Gregory out, him being the only other male but also the only one that hadn't assaulted, threatened, or in some other way disrupted the market. "Whenever you finish brutalizing the merchants and security I can take you to the restaurant Ms Rosemary is."

The Shadow smirked, shaking his head ever so slightly in the Wasp's direction.

[InvertedMonkey]

With clear reluctance, Ramona releases her hostage. "No hard feelings," she says to the Red Woman. It's tempting to offer an explanation (not an excuse) for their behavior, just in the interest of any possible future relations. But no, they can't be trusted yet, and Ramona doesn't owe them anything. She steps back, making sure there's some space between her and any of the locals. They could still change their minds. They could still draw weapons, and then she'd be going for her axe, and there'd be bloodshed here and now. Sharp and immediate violence. So, no reason to let your guard down.

[Trickster]

still getting used to multiple accounts, sorry

[Lynn Mills]

"I thank you for your understanding and information." Lynn nodded respectfully at the man, knowing full well that an information broker was not inclined to give anything away for free. Why he had chosen to do so today would probably remain a mystery, but she'd peruse that later.

"Ramona, I'm going to follow Morgan." She glanced at Coco and shook her head. After the scene during the party today, there was nothing she could say that would sway the Wasp from wanting to hurt somebody. On the other hand, she could always try and redirect that anger. It wasn't a great idea to leave her here unsupervised. She'd probably stab somebody just for looking at her wrong.

"Ms. Tascioni. You can stay here and rattle your sword all you like, but the rest of us are going to finish our mission. I'll be sure to report on your performance later."
Turning away from the scene in the shop, Lynn hurried out the door, following Morgan through the crowd towards what looked very much like a restaurant.

[Coco]

Eventually, this foolish broker would learn that vagueries were dangerous things for folk that bound themselves with words and promises. Alas, she would not be his teacher upon that subject today. Instead, Coco merely sheathed her sword and then moved towards Milo, careful not to turn her back upon the guards or the information broker himself.

"If you know where to go, Milo, then lead on. The dimwit violinist seems to forget that this is my jurisdiction, but it matters not if we can make haste," she said to her shadowy associate, hoping that they could swiftly be on their way.

Truly, if they were able to make it to Rosemary first, without that damned upstart muddying the waters with her delusional vindictiveness then all would be well. If not, then Coco was unsure what she would do with the anger that was already frothing up out of her chest. Relief would make a potent draught which could smother it, but to be undermined, to have her success stolen, that would be acid.

[Milo Chernobog]

A silent nod was offered to Church. Words would only stall the removal of his latest headache, so he lead the way for the ladies of the Freehold who wished to follow. Pastries and the odd bit of edible colors had grabbed his attention, now he needed only to follow the clues to their destination.

The Shadowsoul was oddly happy at the way things were developing. When he accepted the machete he thought it would come with a need to use it, but it seemed such was not required. Beyond a prop for a single threat he was once again happy to allow it to sit idly attached to his belt. From what he caught of the conversation it seemed it could stay there for the rest of this endeavor. A mission seen to completion without spilling a single drop of blood with it was one Milo considered a success.

Milo follows the pastries to Ms Rosemary!

[Gregory]

Silent and observant, Gregory notes the words exchanged, the solution offered, and Coco's unmitigated animosity.

He knows it is not wise to make trouble in the markets. They only responded as they had because the thought the trouble unavoidable, but it does not seem so, lest more trickery is afoot.

The Lurkglider follows after their group, trying to look small and unremarkable as he makes his way towards the rumored restaurant.

[Morgan Bellanar]

Morgan smiled that she had been correct about how the crowd would react to her flames. The outcome may have been entirely obvious, but she'd still been right. A look behind her showed that everyone was following. Unsurprising that Cosima was at the tail end. "Heh-hey doods," she acknowledged everyone, "pretty-pretty fair bet, that tis the place to which we must get." She pointed at the right place.

Morgan didn't move fast but her presence in front of the group had the same affect on the crowd as an ice breaker in the arctic. The crowd parted around her, leaving a gap for the group to walk through without getting separated, whilst the crowds filled in the empty space in their wake.

Morgan was unsure what reactions from the hobs affected her most. The hostility that she didn't like or the concern that made her feel oddly safe. She decided to address the latter: "Nada-no worries feh-folks. Thanks for thine compassion. Shalt extinguish flames will zzzoon be done."

Once they reach the restaurant, Morgan will extinguish the flames before entering. As the others enter she asks the group, "We izzz going to attempt diplomacy heh-heh-here, yes? Nada-not zzzound like Mrs Rosemary be prisoner, heh-heh."