[open] as he climbs he dares to deliver the master stroke

[mollymocked]

Who: Mollymauk Tealeaf and whoever wants to join his shenanigans
When: Throughout March
Where: Various places
What: Influence threads!
Warnings: Self-harm if any threads get combative. I will warn accordingly.




a. baby light my fire

[So he's the wizard and the cleric now.

Molly doesn't enjoy doing things for free, even if he's one of the most generous persons around. There's a difference between throwing gold and silver at someone and then skipping off, and being asked (and a little bit expected to help with things for free, but he did agree to take up this bloody Jewel, and he supposes he should make good on an unspecified promise.

The heating spells are easy enough, as are the witchlights, which Molly has been inclined to play with to entertain the frightened and cold children. What he didn't expect was that due to a tiefling's natural body temperature, he is also a space heater in himself.

So there you are, minding your own business, checking on all these homes without power to see if anyone needs anything, and you find (1) tiefling in the dim light of the main room of a home with a pile of children using him as a pillow and the most unhappy look on his face. He mouths "help" very plaintively.]


b. shock it to me

[Molly has obtained more jobs in Draega than he has made up lies about his backstory and that's saying something. Admittedly, he took this one out of curiosity (Jon is that you??) and the hope for a possible fight, because between all of these odd jobs and stopping fires, he needs to do something with his restless hunter energy.

He's not a very smart person on a good day so giving someone who only seems to grasp Craft by accident a complicated task is a bad idea, but he is one hundred percent sure he has it down. Or at least assumes the person he's been partnered with does.]

Was it just me or did it seem like that Councilman could have explained this better? [He rubs his fingers together and then, very pointedly, presses his finger to the back of his partner's neck.

bzzt goes the tiny shock, because he just had to.]


c. dark knights

[Now this is about... half Molly's speed. Still a little more than he really wanted to be involved with, but the Council doing nothing rubs him raw and he's willing to help to be contrary at this point. If Fayura wasn't in a complicated position, she'd probably be fine with it.

Molly's set himself up on a corner, keeping an eye on people as they pass, his cards laid out in front of him as he tries to catch the eye of any passers-by, inviting them to have their fortunes told. Of course, it's all a distraction. The second he notices anything suspicious, he'll be on the prowl again, but for now hey evening Tarot readings.]

Comments

[verstoned]

[Given his openly-displayed musculature and the greatsword on his back, Rhus decides to play the dumb muscle-- a ruse that would be helped along with his rough accent.]

I dunno-- maybe the dumb look on your face is just callin' for a beatin'. [This is emphasized by the cracking of his knuckles.]

[mollymocked]

[The Blood looks offended by this and Molly can see from his earring that he's boasting a paler Jewel of some sort. The sight of darker Jeweled blood cornering him is probably doing more for intimidating him than their words, but he seems to be a strong-willed one.

"Is that you lot do, then? Beat up on weaker Blood than you?" Molly's response is a toothy, sharp-fanged grin.] Where were you going?

[He shoots a glare at Molly. "Nowhere you need to know. Piss off."]

[verstoned]

[Seems like a good time to pose a much bigger threat than he already appears to be.

A soft growl bubbles up from inside Rhus' throat, not loud enough to be a proper rumble, but still enough to be audible. Not unlike the soft growl a child afraid of the dark would stay awake for and attempt to hear, and Rhus promises many, many dire things if he's tested in that one sound.]

You said that once, we haven't pissed off just yet, mate. [Then he leans forward, releasing into the air a slight metallic tinge that smells far too much like blood, real lifeblood, followed by wisps of dark indigo magic.] Tell the man what he were wantin' to know, eh?

[mollymocked]

[Maybe the Blood has heard stories from his mother or father about things that lurk in shadows and growl with the smell of children's blood on their breath, but the effect startles him and he tries to back away before Molly catches him firmly by the collar. He seems to be comforted by the blood smell in an eerie sort of way. Blood is power and power is in the blood, dangerous and deadly, but effective.

The young man struggles, trying to twist out of Molly's grip. He'd try to Charm him, but Rhus seems to be doing fine all his own. "I was just out for a fucking walk! That's not a crime!"] Out for a walk this late when landens are being killed. Right. So that must be a big coincidence then.

["Must be," the man responds, but he's paled slightly.]

[verstoned]

[Simply to unsettle the Blood male more, Rhus leans in close and takes a deep sniff. And if his nose is too close the the man's exposed neck... Well.]

Out this late an' ain' even drunk or walkin' home after visitin' a special friend. S'what I call a crime, definitely.

Where you goin'?

[mollymocked]

[Molly holds him firm as he tries, once again, to wriggle free.] I'm gonna give you a hint. If the answer is not "home," then it's the wrong fucking answer.

[The Blood seems to see this as his way out- fool that he is- and says "Home, then."

Molly bares his teeth in a savage grin. Game. Set. Match.] Oh, excellent. I was hoping I'd get to walk someone home tonight.

[verstoned]

[Rhus reaches out and lays his hand heavily on the Blood male's shoulder. The man's knees almost completely buckle before he manages to keep himself from dropping. And lucky for him too, when Rhus would have simply kicked him in the ribs to make him stand up-- or risk being kicked again.]

Where are you livin' then, mate? We'll escort you back an' make sure nothin' untoward happens. [But to whom? Rhus leaves out that part on purpose, just to make the Blood male sweat.

Perhaps metaphorically, but he does gain a glance from the man, before he begins to walk.

Or rather, shuffle, not unlike a prisoner being escorted somewhere.]

[mollymocked]

[Proving which one is the good cop and which one is the bad cop, Molly drapes his own arm around the man's shoulder and leans heavily on him so that he's walking with a clear threat on one side and an uncertain one on the other. It's a very awkward parade they make, essentially sandwiching the man between them.]

Did we mention people were getting murdered out here? We're just looking out for your best interests.

[And like a rat going for bait, the Blood snaps, "That's just landens getting murdered, not Blood."] Oh, did you hear that, Rhus? That information certainly came to him quickly, didn't it?

[verstoned]

Real specific too.

[Rhus leans in closer. He may be short, slightly shorter than the average man in this world, but he still knows how to be intimidating, especially when he has a certain man name Fray to draw inspiration and far more than that from.]

How're you so sure it's just landens, then?

[mollymocked]

[The Blood has made a huge mistake. Underneath Molly's arm, he's coiled tense and ready to bolt, but Rhus keeps scaring him into being as still as one can be while walking a gallows march forwards.

"'Cause I hear people talking."] Well, you know... That's fair, but I feel like when murders happen, people don't automatically assume a certain type of person is gonna be getting murdered, 'cause people who kill indiscriminately are gonna just take what they can get. And the only way a person would know for certain what a killer's aim is... well, if they knew how the murderer thinks.

[verstoned]

Or if they're plannin' on the exact same thing.

'Cause it's suspect, innit? [Rhus' grip tightens, causing the Blood male to wince.] Too specific, not even the regular people know all details an' tend to prefer not to talk 'bout it so easily an' openly.

They care 'bout their fellow men enough not to kill, y'see. Or their reputation enough not to be caught.

[If Rhus' speech is smoothing out to something less like someone with a street upbringing... Well. That's all part of the act too.]

[mollymocked]

[Molly eyes Rhus over the top of the kid's head, while the kid tries to make himself physically smaller in order to just slip through their grasp. Molly feels the start of a shield start to emerge and he tamps down on that fast.] Did you just try to shield yourself?

[The boy's face has turned scarlet in frustration and rage, but he says something.] I think you did. It's a shame we're not landens or that might have actually worked. Is that what you want? An unfair fight?

[There's another tense moment and then the dam bursts and the boy spits, "They're putting the asshole who killed the Councilwoman up like a Warrior Prince. How many other landens d'you think are gonna get similar ideas once they realize they can get away with it?"

[verstoned]

Oho. [Now they're getting somewhere. And frankly, it's interesting to hear what the commonfolk think about the entire situation. Rhus cant exactly just sit amongst them and listen to what they have to say without arousing suspicion, not when he's the only Miqo'te in Draega.]

You think you know better'n the Queen, eh? The Queen, her First Circle, her Court, the Council, everyone else?

Wan' us to quote you on that? Spread the word an' say you were the one who started it? [And get the Blood male a new one ripped because he dared to question her like that?

Because that ripping would get bloody-- he'd bet just the Consort would be glad to do it himself, if the Master oF the Guard didn't beat him to it.]

[mollymocked]

[Now that the truth is out, the Blood just sulks like a child.] So... You're gonna go on a killing spree until they offer the kid's throat for you to slit personally?

[That's all Molly's got. Rhus seems to be handling the rest of it, but what he does do once Rhus has had his piece is cuff the kid hard on the back of his head.] You're an idiot. Go the fuck home and if Rhus and I catch you out here, we will give someone with a piss-poor temperament your description and see what they do about it.

[The Blood starts moving and Molly kicks him in the ass to make him stumble. The Blood picks up his pace and Molly calls after him.] Trust us. I'm like a fucking bloodhound. If you try this again, I will find you.

[He's halfway down the street before Molly doubles over laughing. Picking on jerks is fun.]

[verstoned]

No, no, that's not enough, Mollymauk-- [Rhus pats the tiefling on the shoulder, before pointing at the blood male.] You go do this again, I will come after you myself.

This greatsword is not for show.

[And once again his rough street accent has cleared a little more, as if he were noble born. Though it's not the threat of the blade that makes the Blood male scamper, perhaps. It's likely both Miqo'te and tiefling, really.

Should kill him, in any case. Prevention has always been better than reaction, has it not? That's not Rhus, but a thought from Fray sneaking into his mind as Molly starts laughing. And naturally it's a thought he pushes away quickly as he pats Molly on the shoulder again.]

Might like to breathe some time there.

[mollymocked]

[The accent shift doesn't go unnoticed even now, but Molly is still laughing his ass off too much to comment on it. He wheezes a little more until tears start to come out of the corner of his eyes and he finally, finally.]

What a little shit. They're so bloody tough until they meet someone stronger. Oh gods, that was fun. [He claps Rhus on the shoulder.] Nice bit with the accent, by the way. I have a friend who does that. Really sells the intimidation.

[He will not think about Fjord in chains in the back of a cart. He will focus on the good and the good only.]

[verstoned]

[It wasn't exactly intentional but... well, it worked. Rhus tends to forget that language is irrelevant here, and sometimes reverts to his old, disliked speech patterns. Even after years of having left that behind, old habits die hard.]

'S all 'bout doin' the unexpected. Keeps 'em on their toes, y'know.

Makin' people underestimate you an' then spring it.

[Babbling. He might need to be shut up before he says more shite.]

[mollymocked]

That is exactly how I operate. We should do this more often. [And not just because Molly hates being alone and can barely function alone and can't work without anyone to accompany him. No, they clearly mesh well.]

Not specifically scaring little shits, but y'know... Making sure things stay honest around here. Keep the chaos to a friendly, life-affirming level.

[verstoned]

[Rhus digs his pipe out from where he stored it earlier as they began hunting, and reignites the strands of dried weed inside with Craft. But he doesn't puff on it, not just yet.]

I thought that's exactly how we keep the chaos right an' proper 'round here-- scarin' the souls outta the idiots.

[mollymocked]

You know what? That's a fair point. [He wheezes out another giggle.] Gods, I'm coming to love this place. I wish I could travel a little further before I gain too much of a reputation here, but the place itself is shaping up to be exciting. I might just have to learn to love a reputation.

[verstoned]

Oh? [Travel... well, it's a thought, isn't it? Rhus enjoys travel, but at the same time he cant when there's no other place for him to go, and he has to stay here in case something happens-- and he's still so sure that a war may break out.

Things tend to head that way often.]

You need to build it first. [Rhus pokes at Molly's shoulder for emphasis.] And we only just did one thing.

[mollymocked]

[Molly's response to being poked on the shoulder is to flick Rhus in the ear lightly.] Look around! We've got a reputation by being the Chosen of the Queen or whatever the fuck they whisper about us. We didn't even have to do anything at all and people expect things out of us.

[verstoned]

[In response to his ear being flicked, Rhus turns his head in the direction of Molly's hand and snaps his sharp teeth. If he were serious about biting however, he would have connected with flesh and drawn blood already.]

An' I'm sayin' that we 'ave to build it ourselves, 'specially if it would be something you would like. I don' think they know much o' us to figure how to think 'bout us.

[mollymocked]

That's fair. [Molly bares his own sharp teeth back in a friendly, playful grin.] We still deserve drinks, and if there's any more gossip to be had about these arseholes, maybe we'll find it in the pub.

[verstoned]

Are you askin' me out to a drink then? [Rhus raising an eyebrow-- both, really, but given how heavily covered the other one is by his fringe, only the left can be seen raising.]

'Cause I refuse to pay if you are.