[Sodium_noir] At the Carousel

[SN Storyteller]

Quaid relaxes, confident that he has them subdued enough to speak. he doesn't let Nyx go but he quits piling on the pain. [all the stun damage will be gone in a few turns if he doesn't start up again]

"Look!" he snarls. "We didn't come looking for a fight, just to deliver amessage to your boss. But we didn't expect such ball's from the Court's kindergarten either. Pity the grown ups don't have your willingness to fight for the right. But enough now or we'll take the kid gloves, you understand?"

Ariñe steps out from the shadows, making her footsteps heard. She moves with purpose but without threat. She had already slipped the darts into the rounded pocket on the front, outside of the jursey dress she was waring before she started moving. She moved towards Quaid, allowing that calming effect she had to come to the forfront. If Quaid seems to tighten his hold of inflict more pain she stops. (OOC: if he does I'm also changing what she does from this point on so...)

"Kid gloves?"

She seemed dissapointed. If Quaid does not make any move she keeps moving towards him, completely without threat and calling upon that calming presence so indicative of her kind, though it was more for the benefit of the others there. Quaid was smarter than that or so she figured but it was hard to deny that feeling she... it was as if she required it from those around her. 

Quaid's head snaps to the side, taking in Ariñe and increasing the pressure on Nyx ever so slightly. He is about to say something when his attention is again diverted.

Kaste begins to stand and wipes his nose with the back of his hand. "Yeah, just say your piece then..."


"Smart kid!" he snarls. "OK, tell your Sidhe .. Modraine, tell him this. Lady Maeve of the House of Balor seeks an audience and expects to recieve the full measure of his hospitality. In return she agrees to cease any hostilities real or imagined, until midnight tonight. He has until daybreak to answer and he knows where to reach us to do that!"

He lets go of Nyx and pushes her forward while stepping back himself. His two goons slowly retreat a few feet and join him.* 

...tag...


*assuming nobody does anything in the meantime of course. 
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