Pierce
Good boy, Ronin.
Pierce most certainly is looking for trouble. And as such, he meets Ronin’s politeness with a curious nature of his own crossing his face. He crosses the distance between them, meticulous, slow, calculating. “It is an important question.” He announces, as if it weren’t obvious just by the mere fact that he was standing here completely unharmed. Sure, it shows his hand and he could likely no longer hide in plain sight, but those were small difficulties in the face of the prize Ronin possesses.
“I heard about an interesting weapon you have.” He starts to say, closing the distance further between them so the conversation appears more friendly, despite the air of threat beneath the surface. “You see, I got this thing going on and gods it would be really handy to borrow it.” Borrow is relative at this point, but hey, it sounds better than give it to me, and unlike Vox, Pierce really does try to not be so brutally honest. Blunt, sure, honest? Unlikely.
“What do ya think?” Arms fold across his chest, revealing the muscle and the mere brawn of the man the same height as the Knight, making it as clear as he thinks it needs to be.
Give it to me or I'll take it by force.
Pierce most certainly is looking for trouble. And as such, he meets Ronin’s politeness with a curious nature of his own crossing his face. He crosses the distance between them, meticulous, slow, calculating. “It is an important question.” He announces, as if it weren’t obvious just by the mere fact that he was standing here completely unharmed. Sure, it shows his hand and he could likely no longer hide in plain sight, but those were small difficulties in the face of the prize Ronin possesses.
“I heard about an interesting weapon you have.” He starts to say, closing the distance further between them so the conversation appears more friendly, despite the air of threat beneath the surface. “You see, I got this thing going on and gods it would be really handy to borrow it.” Borrow is relative at this point, but hey, it sounds better than give it to me, and unlike Vox, Pierce really does try to not be so brutally honest. Blunt, sure, honest? Unlikely.
“What do ya think?” Arms fold across his chest, revealing the muscle and the mere brawn of the man the same height as the Knight, making it as clear as he thinks it needs to be.
Give it to me or I'll take it by force.
