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youfool ([personal profile] youfool) wrote in [community profile] genessia2017-01-31 09:28 pm

Omar Diggs [Bounty Log for Attleton][Open for Action afterwards]

 "I didn't do it, man! Back off or I swear I'm gonna blow her brains out!" 

Mr. Diggs, a disheveled, middle-aged man, threatened a terrified young redhead at gunpoint. He held her neck in his arms as he pressed the barrel into her temple. 

Ted had gotten pretty good at tracking down wanted criminals, either through persistence or dumb luck. He remembers bits of gossip in his travels, and when he tread enough pavement, it was only a matter of time before he found his man. 

It was a far more difficult matter when his man found a hostage, however. Ordinarily these everyday thugs wouldn't give him much hassle, but the threatening of innocents made things much trickier. He usually doesn't have to resort to diplomacy, and in his life-fiber suit, Ted isn't exactly the picture of peace.

"Just...calm down, sir. You're only wanted for questioning; if you're innocent, then...well, I must say your innocence is looking very questionable at the moment. I would think one's image might be some import-"

"Shut up!" Omar pressed the hammer of the revolver as the woman was hitched up an inch higher, shrieking. Okay, bad choice of words.  Still, what could he do? He had chased his quarry into an alley. There didn't seem to be a good way to get the drop of him. It was them three with brown brick wall on either side. A chill wind rustled through the tension.

"All right, just...take it easy. Calm down."

"I am calm!" 

Ted grit his teeth out of nerves. He just needed time. Silently, he willed one of his threads to creep along the left wall, using the shadow of nearby cover to obscure it. With luck, Omar's peripheral vision wouldn't see that dark tendril inching ever closer to his position. Ted just needed his attention for some moments longer.

"Listen, I-"

"No YOU listen! On the count of three, you're gonna back off. If you move a single muscle, she's dead, got it! By the time I say 'one', if you're not out of my sight, you're gonna see a real murder." He shot Ted a steeled look of grim determination. 

"One!" The woman peeped a small shriek. Come on, life fibers, go closer! Ted couldn't budge.

"Two!" It looked to be in position. But if Ted gets this wrong, then-

"Three!" No time. With a silent prayer, Ted bid the thread lance its way across the alley, striking Omar clean in the head. A whipping snap resounded along the walls, and the assailant was neutralized. Ted let out gasping breaths of relief.

"Sorry, Ma'am. Are you all right? My apologies for-"

"Aaaaaah!" With a scream, the woman whose name Ted never knew ran off in terror. 

"...ah. Suppose I can't blame her; as costumes go, mine isn't the friendliest..."


Ted needed to get his mind off murderers for a while. And what better way to do that than recite poetry to the confused looks of pedestrians everywhere? Colorful verse rolled off a colorfully dressed man.

"There is a gentle thought that often springs
to life in me, because it speaks of you.
Its reasoning about love’s so sweet and true,
the heart is conquered, and accepts these things.
‘Who is this’ the mind enquires of the heart,
‘who comes here to seduce our intellect?
Is his power so great we must reject
every other intellectual art?
The heart replies ‘O, meditative mind
this is love’s messenger and newly sent
to bring me all Love’s words and desires.
His life, and all the strength that he can find,
from her sweet eyes are mercifully lent,
who feels compassion for our inner fires."

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[personal profile] black_black_heart 2017-02-01 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Having recently re-acquired his motorcycle, Jethro, Tannusen didn't do a whole lot of walking from place to place on a daily basis. But there were exceptions, and this was one of them. He'd dropped Jethro off at Trahearne's shop, letting the inquisitive chimerical kirin poke at interesting books whenever the non-Enchanted populace wasn't looking.

And so it was that he happened to be on the same path at the same time as the poetry-slinging human. He paused, and waited patiently rather than interrupting. The Faerie didn't speak up until it seemed Ted was in between poems.

"An interesting hobby," although Tannusen had threatened to publicly murder Ted the last -- and only -- time they'd spoken, he seemed neutral enough about the guy today. One would think he'd cross the street and keep going, after his last exit...
Edited 2017-02-01 16:21 (UTC)
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[personal profile] black_black_heart 2017-02-02 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
Sure Ted, just as soon as your legs are longer and your stride is stronger than Tannusen's, you might have a chance. Well, scratch that, the tiger can still teleport other people at-will, just not himself anymore.

"Human," he never caught the guy's name, who'd already known his, and this world had quickly snapped him out of calling all non-Fae 'mortal'. "Will you calm down? I'm after a minute of your time, at most."
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[personal profile] black_black_heart 2017-02-02 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Fine then, we'll do it this way," Tannusen is keeping pace just fine, thank you, striding along behind Ted with his gloved hands tucked casually into his pockets. "You told me the other day that I wouldn't want to hear what you had to say, and you were right. I'm the idiot that pushed for it anyway, despite usually being on the other side of that warning."

See, Ted, he doesn't actually need your input to say what he's gonna say.

"I let my temper run the show, and I overreacted. I wanted to apologize for that."
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[personal profile] black_black_heart 2017-02-02 07:22 am (UTC)(link)
Tannusen nearly walks into the guy when he comes to a sudden stop like that, but he hops to the side to avoid a collision, and then waits patiently enough for a response.

Pooka, especially those of Tannusen's oddly-advanced years, aren't always compelled to lie about everything at all times. No, that's mostly the rule for dull things like what they'd had for breakfast that morning, or 'how was the flight'. Sure, sometimes the compulsion claws its way up higher than inane small-talk levels, but it's not a constant. Especially if one is a smart pooka and doesn't fight it too often.

When the human speaks, Tannusen merely nods in response, and he doesn't follow when Ted starts walking again. He'd said his piece, and it'd been heard. That's all he'd been after.