12-22-2017, 10:47 PM
(12-22-2017, 06:17 PM)GM Marvel Wrote: Initiatives:Confused at how his guide knew he had any ability whatsoever, and then even more confused by the seeming possessions Malcolm decides to retreat, if allowed to his cell, where he sits down on his cot, feet drawn up to think. he leaves the cell door open.
Malcolm: 111
Small Teen: 94
Horde of Teens: 79
Guards: 45
Large Teen: 25
Your guild looks at you strangely and says, "What's your problem. That jerk deserves to get the shit kicked out of him. Maybe you think it's cool that he likes to beat up on people smaller than him." Suddenly the both of you get pushed up against the wall, beside each other and the fighting is finally stopped. While the guards yell at the people fighting you notice your guide's eyes close for a few seconds and when they open he seems completely confused. "Wha... what's going on?" He tries to look back over his shoulder at the guard but his face gets pushed into the wall. "Hey! What're you doing?!"
"We say you throw a tray!"
"No I didn't!"
"Whatever!"
The kid then gets dragged away.
The guard releases you and says, "Make sure you keep being a good little boy and maybe you'll get some milk and cookies." His smirk suddenly fades and he looks around. "Ahhh... go back to the common area. I have... stuff to do." The guard then wanders away.