But that hope does not last as he watches the man continue his attempts at peace. He can hear the conversation now, and it's almost painful to listen to, not because he thinks the earnest attempt isn't admirable, but because it reminds him far too much of his own past attempts. Surely, one of these people will finally listen to reason someday... it's just that it's never these people, or this day.
Is there really no choice but to force the issue?
He digs around in his materials pouch — gods, he misses his spell focus — as he walks forward, searching out a tiny vial with a single living flea. He clutches the vial to his chest. When the crowbar comes down, he's glad to see that the man's reflexes are fast, but it's clear that this is getting out of hand. ]
Swarm. [ Adrian makes a gesture that one might almost mistake for blowing a kiss. His hand covers his mouth briefly, and then extends toward the man with the crowbar. All of his little golden freckles disappear one by one, racing under the surface of his skin towards his face so that they can fly directly out of his mouth. The swarm of golden insects cloud around the man's head, stinging and biting until he staggers several feet away, swinging the crowbar wildly. They won't kill him, but they're certainly a nuisance.
He nods toward the peacemaker as he takes a place beside him. ] Perhaps our friend here is right. It's best if we all calm down and go our separate ways while the day is still young.
[ The remaining two people could not have more opposite reactions. One is too busy laughing at crowbar man's misfortune to hear what he's said, and the other has turned a very unflattering shade of angry red. It's entirely possible that Adrian has only made this worse.
You think your little trick is cute? A fist swings right for his face. On second thought, maybe a spellcaster shouldn't have gotten into melee range... What was that he said earlier about not having a plan?? ]
little bit of insect body horror
But that hope does not last as he watches the man continue his attempts at peace. He can hear the conversation now, and it's almost painful to listen to, not because he thinks the earnest attempt isn't admirable, but because it reminds him far too much of his own past attempts. Surely, one of these people will finally listen to reason someday... it's just that it's never these people, or this day.
Is there really no choice but to force the issue?
He digs around in his materials pouch — gods, he misses his spell focus — as he walks forward, searching out a tiny vial with a single living flea. He clutches the vial to his chest. When the crowbar comes down, he's glad to see that the man's reflexes are fast, but it's clear that this is getting out of hand. ]
Swarm. [ Adrian makes a gesture that one might almost mistake for blowing a kiss. His hand covers his mouth briefly, and then extends toward the man with the crowbar. All of his little golden freckles disappear one by one, racing under the surface of his skin towards his face so that they can fly directly out of his mouth. The swarm of golden insects cloud around the man's head, stinging and biting until he staggers several feet away, swinging the crowbar wildly. They won't kill him, but they're certainly a nuisance.
He nods toward the peacemaker as he takes a place beside him. ] Perhaps our friend here is right. It's best if we all calm down and go our separate ways while the day is still young.
[ The remaining two people could not have more opposite reactions. One is too busy laughing at crowbar man's misfortune to hear what he's said, and the other has turned a very unflattering shade of angry red. It's entirely possible that Adrian has only made this worse.
You think your little trick is cute? A fist swings right for his face. On second thought, maybe a spellcaster shouldn't have gotten into melee range... What was that he said earlier about not having a plan?? ]