---Nolan---
The only thing Nolan had ever read that detailed an evil fey folk, (Outside of the propaganda of course) was a Black Fairy. And if the thing was anything like what he read about, he completely understood why the bartender was about to wet himself.
Black Fairies are Extremely malevolent, they are usually invisible, have a multitude of magical spells at their disposal, and usually are found in the service of more powerful entities. (Which is very likely a current problem). But all accounts have one thing in common. Black Fairies cannot be reasoned with, they are utterly cruel and evil little bastards whose only love is to cause pain and suffering to anyone who crosses their paths.
The one weakness he can remember, outside of iron, is that the thing can only cast a single type of spell on a same person once a day.
Nolan whispers to those near him, "It's the servant, not the master, but it is dangerous as fuck."
Louder he calls across to the Bartender, hoping to draw him and the creature toward their table. "Hey, you got them beers yet? We're a might thirsty."
He continues to whisper "It doesn't know you can see it, when it get's close, go on Aaron's signal. Shut it up, and shut it down fast. Otherwise it will hit us with spells."
He knows Viego cannot hear him, and makes a mental note that they need small, easily concealable earpiece comm units, for the next time.
He knew he was just along for the ride and any intervention he planned was for those being controlled, since he didn't see shit of what they were talking about. So reluctantly he slipped his hand from the sidearm and prepared for a good ole fashioned bar brawl. He actually smiled at the thought.
If something needed to be shut up and shut down quickly, well then Aaron had just the thing.
Time for a little biohacking then. Keep an eye on the little shit's reaction, Marc. Aaron whispered back. In addition to healing wounds and cleansing poisons, Aaron was also capable of temporarily disrupting a living being's biological processes, causing anything from itchiness to blindness and paralysis. It was a potent way to take a target down quickly and non-lethally, though it wasn't always guaranteed to work. Good thing the boys were on standby to follow up.
Aaron waited until the group was primed and the evil fairy seemed to be at its most distracted, then...
Now! He whispered and hit the thing with his psionic power. All it took was a little bit of focus and suddenly the evil little fairy would suddenly feel its whole body starting to feel heavier...
Biomanipulation on Evil Little Shit 10 ISP (save vs Psionics or be paralyzed)
Biomanipulation Duration (minutes):
4d4 11
When Aaron whispers now, Nolan instantly grabs for his vobroknife, ready to stab at the little fiend with the slightest indication of where it is. He's hoping one of the boys has the wherewithal to greab it, so he and Khayman have a target.
Realizing very quickly he doesn't have much that isn't super destructive that he can use easily, and that the poison he has no one seems to like.. he didn't want to hear more fart jokes on the way back to chi Town after all. Viego moves back to by the door to cut off escape and makes sure to keep a clear line of sight on the little pixie thing, and the creepy patrons that might be mind controlled. He figures if he has to he will blast things with lightning but... he didn't want to destroy the bar just yet.
As soon as Aaron says 'Now!', Marcus bursts out of his seat and rushes toward the thing. He gets close enough to swat the the little bastard if his brothers power failed to freeze it.
---Everyone---
The Black Fairy Falls to the floor with a thud. She looks completely frozen. The squid like thing in her palm is still squirming around on the old wooden floor unaffected by Aaron's power. Once it's out of the fairies hand though, it is clearly visible to anyone.
Save vs Psionics: 1d20+6 = 12 -
Failed!
Marcus looks down at the frozen fairy and the disgusting little squid thing. "We killing this little bitch or interrogating it? And what about this …thing it was holding." The tone of his voice spoke volumes. He wanted nothing more than to the set both the little fuckers on fire.
Not even bothering to watch what the boys were doing, since he couldn't see shit about what they were talking about, he instead focused on the other patrons, prepared to hand a beat down to anyone who interfered with their operations.
Perception 47%:
1d100 29