@Balthazar007 This might sound random, but do you have any thoughts on getting more people in this? I'm alright going back and forth like this but I feel like you'd be happier with more players. You could always just make interest check if you want to recruit.
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Mougin narrowed his eyes at the teenage beastmen.
"I see." He said, standing up to his full height.
He towered over the crowd, staring at the thief and her companion disdainfully, speaking again in his rumbling voice.
"You are both liars, then."
The atmosphere became heavy as anger and irritation rose in his heart. Anger at being falsely accused, irritation at the crowd that abetted it. But he quickly calmed himself, settling the troubled air. Passion had its place in a philosopher's mind, but anger did not. Not that it didn't have its uses.
Rage and power made for a frightful combination. In Mougin's country, power was king. Strength settled arguments better than words, and though the strength of the tribe overruled the strength of an individual, the largest and strongest individuals could nonetheless leverage their strength to end debates in their favour. But this was not his country, not his world. In this world, not even the largest predator dared to show their strength, because this world was ruled by the most powerful titan of them all. His teacher had called it the Law.
It held justice in its tyrannical grasp, and whe it did, it was a time of logic. There was no room for anger here, not while the colossus loomed over him. And so, the minotaur supressed his irritation, leaving room for his curiosity to breathe once more.
"What does it mean to... 'press a charge'?" He said to the police officer.
"I see." He said, standing up to his full height.
He towered over the crowd, staring at the thief and her companion disdainfully, speaking again in his rumbling voice.
"You are both liars, then."
The atmosphere became heavy as anger and irritation rose in his heart. Anger at being falsely accused, irritation at the crowd that abetted it. But he quickly calmed himself, settling the troubled air. Passion had its place in a philosopher's mind, but anger did not. Not that it didn't have its uses.
Rage and power made for a frightful combination. In Mougin's country, power was king. Strength settled arguments better than words, and though the strength of the tribe overruled the strength of an individual, the largest and strongest individuals could nonetheless leverage their strength to end debates in their favour. But this was not his country, not his world. In this world, not even the largest predator dared to show their strength, because this world was ruled by the most powerful titan of them all. His teacher had called it the Law.
It held justice in its tyrannical grasp, and whe it did, it was a time of logic. There was no room for anger here, not while the colossus loomed over him. And so, the minotaur supressed his irritation, leaving room for his curiosity to breathe once more.
"What does it mean to... 'press a charge'?" He said to the police officer.
The distraction proved enough to break Mougin's concentration and the teen struggled out of his grasp. Mougin stared as she hurried away from him, wondering if he should attempt catching her again, but ultimately decided against it. It would be difficult to go against the crowd, and he didn't see any particular merit in doing that. At the policeman's query and the thief's accusation, he paused briefly, wondering what to say.
While what the thief said was technically true, the lack of context made it rather innaccurate. Was that how they testified in human lands? Should he defend himself in a similar manner? Probably not, since he didn't know how to do so. In the end, he decided to honestly depict what he believed to have happened.
"That individual was attempting to steal my pants. Or, my wealth." He finally said, pointing at the teenage girl.
Truth be told, he still wasn't sure which one it was.
While what the thief said was technically true, the lack of context made it rather innaccurate. Was that how they testified in human lands? Should he defend himself in a similar manner? Probably not, since he didn't know how to do so. In the end, he decided to honestly depict what he believed to have happened.
"That individual was attempting to steal my pants. Or, my wealth." He finally said, pointing at the teenage girl.
Truth be told, he still wasn't sure which one it was.
Mougin tilted his head in confusion as chaos unfolded. Things were flowing outside his expectations, even though he didn't know what expect in the first place. More and more people arrived on the scene, and he wasn't sure why. Nor was he sure why the other teenagers had reacted that way. Disregarding the thief's attempts to escape, the minotaur pondered the situation.
First of all, while the situation had left his control, there did not seem to be any immediate danger. The others in the area had given him a wide berth, and the thief's weapon had been disabled. There was little chance that he would come to harm, so staying where he was should be relatively safe. Though, while the thief seemed like she could no longer harm him, it was probably best to maintain his grasp on her. There was a hole in his bag, but he did not have the means to address that. His clothes would be a good enough stop-gap measure. The coins that had fallen out were still on the floor - he would have to address this soon, as the thief may still desire them. Though they did not seem particularly interested in them at the moment... Finally, there was a scant amount of food left in the sack. He would also have to finish that soon.
Coming to a decision, Mougin gently put down the sack of food, before meticulously picking up the five coins from the ground, one after another. He placed the coins in his pocket, before reaching again into the sack and withdrawing another pastry. He should probably have been thinking about the crowd gathering around him some more. He didn't really know what to about them, but as he bit down on yet another cooled down (but crunchy) confectionary, he couldn't help but reflect on one of the finest pieces of wisdom he had ever encountered - it was very difficult to think on an empty stomach.
First of all, while the situation had left his control, there did not seem to be any immediate danger. The others in the area had given him a wide berth, and the thief's weapon had been disabled. There was little chance that he would come to harm, so staying where he was should be relatively safe. Though, while the thief seemed like she could no longer harm him, it was probably best to maintain his grasp on her. There was a hole in his bag, but he did not have the means to address that. His clothes would be a good enough stop-gap measure. The coins that had fallen out were still on the floor - he would have to address this soon, as the thief may still desire them. Though they did not seem particularly interested in them at the moment... Finally, there was a scant amount of food left in the sack. He would also have to finish that soon.
Coming to a decision, Mougin gently put down the sack of food, before meticulously picking up the five coins from the ground, one after another. He placed the coins in his pocket, before reaching again into the sack and withdrawing another pastry. He should probably have been thinking about the crowd gathering around him some more. He didn't really know what to about them, but as he bit down on yet another cooled down (but crunchy) confectionary, he couldn't help but reflect on one of the finest pieces of wisdom he had ever encountered - it was very difficult to think on an empty stomach.
@Spin The Wheel I'm going to roll real quick to see if the snake girl can quickly escape Mougin's clutches and scoop up a few coins as she runs away.
With flexible bones and a shed skin ability, I'm giving her 70% chance of escaping. It would be higher, but I assume his grip is very firm.
Then I'm giving her a 50% chance of swiping up a few of the dropped coins.
Here we go! roleplayerguild.com/rolls/24740
She needed at least a 30 to escape, but she rolled an 8. Therefore, his grip is too tight for her to escape!
Damn, Mougin is getting real lucky right now. I think I'll wait for others to post before going again though.
Mougin watched the beastman (beastboy, perhaps?) transform with some interest, though it did not show on his face. While beastmen and humans apparently lived quite well together on the Riotifu continent, strife was unavoidable. He had heard it was much worse in other places, but regardless, he hadn't thought he would see it so soon. He had no particular thoughts on joining the fight, as he had nothing against those humans, and he didn't have any particular thoughts on superiority. Nonetheless, it was something other people thought of, in this society, and if he wanted to be a part of it, he would have to think on it too. Yes. he had much to think about, even as he took another pastry from the bag and munched it down.
As he watched, though, he was suddenly alerted to a very light tugging sensation coming from his back. The minotaur frowned. On his back was his bag, and inside his bag were his clothes, his money, and nothing. Were they after his clothes or his money? Rather than feeling anger or indignation, Mougin felt rather disappointed in himself. How long had it been since he had arrived in this city? In such short a time, he had already been targeted as prey. Twice. It seemed that he had been enraptured by the human world so much that his instincts had run away from him.
Well, he would have to address that later. There were more immediate problems at hand.
Pretending not to notice the intruder behind him, Mougin continued staring ahead while keeping his senses tuned. He could confront the would-be thief immediately, but the odds of capturing them would be better if he waited a little. The moment when a hunter is at their most vulnerable is when they think that they've captured their prize. He waited for a minute, and then a little longer, slowly inching his free arm towards his back. He suddenly lashed out, grabbing the perpetrator's arm. His bag to swung around as he whirled to face the thief, causing 5 loose golden coins to free themselves from the gaping hole inside his bag. The thief had made quite a lot of progress it seemed.
The coins plinked and plonked as they bounced to a rest on the street. The minotaur stared impassively at the snake-like beastman before him.
"I would advise you to stop this action." He said quietly.
Though he tried his best to take a calm approach, his rumbling voice sent tremors into the teenager's (comparatively) frail arm.
As he watched, though, he was suddenly alerted to a very light tugging sensation coming from his back. The minotaur frowned. On his back was his bag, and inside his bag were his clothes, his money, and nothing. Were they after his clothes or his money? Rather than feeling anger or indignation, Mougin felt rather disappointed in himself. How long had it been since he had arrived in this city? In such short a time, he had already been targeted as prey. Twice. It seemed that he had been enraptured by the human world so much that his instincts had run away from him.
Well, he would have to address that later. There were more immediate problems at hand.
Pretending not to notice the intruder behind him, Mougin continued staring ahead while keeping his senses tuned. He could confront the would-be thief immediately, but the odds of capturing them would be better if he waited a little. The moment when a hunter is at their most vulnerable is when they think that they've captured their prize. He waited for a minute, and then a little longer, slowly inching his free arm towards his back. He suddenly lashed out, grabbing the perpetrator's arm. His bag to swung around as he whirled to face the thief, causing 5 loose golden coins to free themselves from the gaping hole inside his bag. The thief had made quite a lot of progress it seemed.
The coins plinked and plonked as they bounced to a rest on the street. The minotaur stared impassively at the snake-like beastman before him.
"I would advise you to stop this action." He said quietly.
Though he tried his best to take a calm approach, his rumbling voice sent tremors into the teenager's (comparatively) frail arm.
If he used breath of the wind then he'd have better odds, but he doesn't have much of a reason to do that right now so that sounds about right. It also 0robably wouldn't have helped much anyway. She might end up having to dig through his clothes a bit though.
The teenage beastman's statement was met by an expression of bafflement, as much as could be depicted by the low emotional range that Mougin's face possessed. The confusion was plain on his face, nonetheless.
"No, I am not in possession of your back..." He said in befuddlement.
If a 'back' could be said to belong to anyone, then surely one's back would be in the possession of one's self. A human witticism, perhaps? If so, the meaning eluded him at the current moment. In addition to that, the youth made mention of 'kicking their asses'... If this beastman wished to fight the 3 other youths across the street then this would indeed be a sound tactical decision. One's behind was usually a weak point, after all, and attacks from that direction were difficult to defend against.
Ah, Mougin whispered, as he was hit with a sudden burst of enlightenment. This youth had expressed his desire to strike his enemies from the back - therefore, when he asked Mougin if he 'got his back', he was in fact asking him to ensure that his own tactic wasn't used against him. Mougin nodded to himself, content with his reasoning, but tilted his head as he continued thinking. Why had this youth asked him this? Surely it would be wiser to pick someone more familiar to themselves to protect them. He mulled it over for a moment or two, but couldn't come up with a satisfactory answer. This wasn't a situation he had encountered in his life. If so, Mougin could only ask one question.
"...Why?"
Well, it probably wouldn't hurt to ask, right?
"No, I am not in possession of your back..." He said in befuddlement.
If a 'back' could be said to belong to anyone, then surely one's back would be in the possession of one's self. A human witticism, perhaps? If so, the meaning eluded him at the current moment. In addition to that, the youth made mention of 'kicking their asses'... If this beastman wished to fight the 3 other youths across the street then this would indeed be a sound tactical decision. One's behind was usually a weak point, after all, and attacks from that direction were difficult to defend against.
Ah, Mougin whispered, as he was hit with a sudden burst of enlightenment. This youth had expressed his desire to strike his enemies from the back - therefore, when he asked Mougin if he 'got his back', he was in fact asking him to ensure that his own tactic wasn't used against him. Mougin nodded to himself, content with his reasoning, but tilted his head as he continued thinking. Why had this youth asked him this? Surely it would be wiser to pick someone more familiar to themselves to protect them. He mulled it over for a moment or two, but couldn't come up with a satisfactory answer. This wasn't a situation he had encountered in his life. If so, Mougin could only ask one question.
"...Why?"
Well, it probably wouldn't hurt to ask, right?
My bad, that was me misreading. I can change it if it'll be more convenient for you, it doesn't really make a difference to me
Mougin nodded gravely.
"Thank you." He said.
Food was precious, even in the land of the giants, but wisdom was even more precious. Especially to this young minotaur so far from home. He swept the remaining coins from the counter into his traveller's bag before taking the sack from the shopkeeper's hand. With that, he was gone.
The sky was darkening as Mougin walked down the street, reflecting on his experiences. It had been one thing to hear about human society, but it was quite another to experience it for himself. There was much to reflect on. For example - money. 5 coins he had lost, for one meal. He had 15 coins left, another 3 meals perhaps. More, if he rationed what he had already received. Perhaps more, perhaps less, it was difficult to tell. Was what he received typical for the price he had paid? The heft of the bag showed there was quite a bit in it, and if he disciplined himself, he believed he could make it last for a few more meals yet. But how was the quality?
Mougin opened the sack and took out one of the foodstuffs. It smelled of fruit but was golden brown, like bread. A pastry, that was what humans called it. It smelled quite divine, but things were not always as they seemed. He brought it to his mouth and bit down. The minotaur stood there in shock. In the darkening sky another firework exploded, mirroring his state of mind. He absentmindedly swallowed the treat, and looked down into the sack. Rationing this food would be very difficult.
Mougin stood there on the street corner, slowly munching on one pastry after another, oblivious to the fact that he had unconsciously walked to a much quieter part of the city. There were only a scant few wandering the streets here, and only the distant sound of merriment broke the silence. That, and the sound of crunchy baked treats being crushed between his teeth.
"Thank you." He said.
Food was precious, even in the land of the giants, but wisdom was even more precious. Especially to this young minotaur so far from home. He swept the remaining coins from the counter into his traveller's bag before taking the sack from the shopkeeper's hand. With that, he was gone.
The sky was darkening as Mougin walked down the street, reflecting on his experiences. It had been one thing to hear about human society, but it was quite another to experience it for himself. There was much to reflect on. For example - money. 5 coins he had lost, for one meal. He had 15 coins left, another 3 meals perhaps. More, if he rationed what he had already received. Perhaps more, perhaps less, it was difficult to tell. Was what he received typical for the price he had paid? The heft of the bag showed there was quite a bit in it, and if he disciplined himself, he believed he could make it last for a few more meals yet. But how was the quality?
Mougin opened the sack and took out one of the foodstuffs. It smelled of fruit but was golden brown, like bread. A pastry, that was what humans called it. It smelled quite divine, but things were not always as they seemed. He brought it to his mouth and bit down. The minotaur stood there in shock. In the darkening sky another firework exploded, mirroring his state of mind. He absentmindedly swallowed the treat, and looked down into the sack. Rationing this food would be very difficult.
Mougin stood there on the street corner, slowly munching on one pastry after another, oblivious to the fact that he had unconsciously walked to a much quieter part of the city. There were only a scant few wandering the streets here, and only the distant sound of merriment broke the silence. That, and the sound of crunchy baked treats being crushed between his teeth.
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