3 successes with Empathy
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Again, Tally considers Mr Luna, doing her best to read him.
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Cocos talent with a barb, both physical and social, manages to inform her that the craftsman isn't lying, but that's all she can assume from his stumbling manner. Ramona and Tally, however, both read more into Mr. Lunas body language than his actual words, and what they felt could be deemed concerning as it appeared as if he was on the verge of an anxiety attack: perspiring profusely, short, rapid breaths and shaking hands; all solid tells to them both.
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DexterityAha! So that was it! A subtle, clever trick on her enemies part, but not subtle or clever enough for the brilliance of the Wasp!
"Tell us more about your friend, Mr. Luna. What is their name? What do they look like? What happened to them? What sort of accident?" Coco demanded, her eyes staring into Luna's with a fanatic's surety that she already knew the answer: that there was no friend!
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"Bee," Ramona says sharply, glancing aside at Coco. She holds a look into the wasp's many-faceted eyes for a moment, "Ease up a minute," she says seriously. Then glances past her to Tally, just to confirm that no one's about to drop in on them. Then she swivels back around to ace Mr. Luna. "Take a breath," she tells him, firmly but gently. "We want to know what you know, that's all. So just take a breath. In. Out." He seems confused. But he's not lying. "Just tell us what you remember."
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DexterityBee?
A mere Bee?
Ha! As if!
Thankfully, the Wasp was a consumate player, and thus she recognized the roles which Ramona was carving out for them: interrogator and diplomat. How funny that it was Summer playing the passive role...
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Mr. Luna doubles over, struggling to breath from Coco's questioning, covering his face with his hands that shook. The knuckles and tips of his fingers went a fierce, bloodless white from where he was applying pressure to his own features, almost trying to dig his extremities into his skull; anything to cease this indignation.
"How.....How.....How....." he stuttered when he was finally given a break, trying to focus on his own words, trying to find a string of thoughts that he could coherently bring to bear.
"Howdareyoucomeinhereandruinmyday."
The voice was soft, a whisper, nothing more than a tickle across the auricular faculties of all three present, a drizzle of honeyed words touched with a sprinkle of quiet vehemence. It wasn't just his voice that changed. Before there very eyes, his skin paled to bleached bone, all the colour draining that began initially at his fingers, through his hands and down his arms. His neck was skinny, frail and skeletal. His hair, which had been frizzy and white, stood on its end like he'd suddenly been struck by lightning, and turned a very pale blue with streaks of purple stained throughout. His breathing was no longer rapid but long and slow and deep, like he had all the time in the world.
Slowly, his hands came away from his face and he was grinning. A wide, mad grin, one that laughed at the world and all in it. A joke that no-one understood, not yet at any rate. His eyes were two different hues; the right blood red, the left dark green.
"Whatevershallwedotoremedysuchavexation, hmmm?"
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Tally grows concern given the signs the man gives under Coco's questions and takes a few steps forward. Then, comes to a stop as his knuckles and tips bleach into a bloodless white. She turns her head slightly as though to try and pick up what Mr Luna is trying to say with a slight frown upon her face. As she takes another step forward, she can't help but wonder if something is wrong with Mr Luna as the man then removes his hands to reveal his own changed features. Great, now what? She couldn't help but wonder as she gets ready to move quickly to react to any hostile moves Mr Luna could be gearing up for.
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We're all mad here.
Ramona's pet phrase. Borrowed from Throgh the Looking Glass, a gentle reminder that no Lost is perfect, no Lost is undamaged. That they've all suffered, been traumatized, have to deal with challenging issues of their own. A warning against being judgemental. But there's mad, and there's Mad. Mad like not having a grip on reality. Mad like hurting yourself, Mad like hurting others. Mad that is no longer acceptable.
Guess which one Mr. Luna is?
The ogress stands up and slowly backs away as the tormented man goes through his transformation. It's not out of fear. Caution. Don't be in arms-reach when you don't know what to expect. Her memory flashes for a moment on the 21-Feet Rule. The product of a firearms training drill, with a simple lesson; if your weapon is still in the holster, twenty feet to a dangerous target is too close. Even if they start prone on the ground, the target can still cross that distance and stab you before you can get a shot off.
Ramona's gun is still in it's holster. She steps back, but there's not enough space here to get twenty one feet. Drawing the gun is thus not a very good option. Maybe she's fast enough, maybe she isn't. A better alternative is to not need the gun. Which is a shame, because she wants it. Wants that talisman of destruction of death pointed at the cackling Madman. Because he deserves it. Because he's dangerous. And he's hurting people. And it's pissing her off.
Tensing up is not productive when you're actually gearing up for violence. Ramona adopts a relaxed posture. Spreading her feet out, the way her sifus and sensei have taught her. Rolling her shoulders, feeling the movement. Anger bites at her tongue. Don't give him a chance, don't give him a fucking chance. Attack, now! Cave his face in! Ramona keeps a leash on those thoughts. Her anger works for her, she doesn't work for it. There are too many unknowns here. They're in his shop, and could all go to jail for assault if they leap on him. Plus, he left clues, a calling card. Did he want to be found? Is this a trap? Stay cool. We'll burn him down, in time. Just don't get burned yourself. Never let the fire run out of control.
"Why don't you tell us what's going on, Mr. Luna," Ramona grinds out in a growl. "You seem like you're... not quite yourself."
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Presence
DexterityHa!
The Wasp had struck again!
Her brilliance had won through!!!
"You shall have no remedy, you dastardly deceiver! You have been found out! Now tell us your plan with these tokens, lest I show you just how well crafted they may bee!" Coco declared, brandishing the katana in the most daring of poses, bringing the blade up horizontally so that it framed her fiercest expression.
Move over Beatrix Kiddo! There was a new Wasp in town!
At least...in Coco's mind. To everyone else in the room, she no doubt looked even more ridiculous then she sounded.
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