COLT
The squirming, wailing response is about as expected. Never having had the pleasure of facing the nightmarish end of the plant, Colt has had some tea made from its extracted venom, dulled into something that invites imagination rather than wrenches down on dismay. She has heard plenty though, and with all the dabbling she's been doing in this business, sympathy is currently lower than her curiosity.
"Doesn't take long to take effect, it seems," she notes, and crouches down before one of the horrified thieves, trying to discern if there's any hope of reaching the mind or sensibility still. The gaze seems distant, locked on some terror that isn't there, and Colt pulls back with the assurance that there's nothing worthwhile remaining there, not currently at least. "How long will it stay with them?" she asks Rafa, who gives some answer about variables. Long enough it seems, and Colt uses that as fodder for stuffing the fear of the remaining, undosed crew.
Munching through another portion of the spineless cactus pad, Colt wipes the juice from the corner of her lip with the back of her hand. "Hear that?" she asks, head tilting. "Speak up now, or end the same." To say that they spill something to her is putting the sudden desperate babbling lightly. No honor among thieves, as they say, and this little operation certainly doesn't carry enough weight to it for them to bother pretending. Just some greedy, passing opportunitists, she gleans. No major sabotaging operation, but a sign that there's a lawless quality to the life carved out here and how even something as dangerous as this can be worth the risk for some coin and opportunity.
Colt stands up, thanking Thal and Grimm each. Thal's expertise in this area made the recovery helpful, and Grimm's brawn (and mounted travel). Colt would be staying though, to help Rafa strategize and to see about delivering these thieves to some other section of the desert once they come to.
[FIN]
"Doesn't take long to take effect, it seems," she notes, and crouches down before one of the horrified thieves, trying to discern if there's any hope of reaching the mind or sensibility still. The gaze seems distant, locked on some terror that isn't there, and Colt pulls back with the assurance that there's nothing worthwhile remaining there, not currently at least. "How long will it stay with them?" she asks Rafa, who gives some answer about variables. Long enough it seems, and Colt uses that as fodder for stuffing the fear of the remaining, undosed crew.
Munching through another portion of the spineless cactus pad, Colt wipes the juice from the corner of her lip with the back of her hand. "Hear that?" she asks, head tilting. "Speak up now, or end the same." To say that they spill something to her is putting the sudden desperate babbling lightly. No honor among thieves, as they say, and this little operation certainly doesn't carry enough weight to it for them to bother pretending. Just some greedy, passing opportunitists, she gleans. No major sabotaging operation, but a sign that there's a lawless quality to the life carved out here and how even something as dangerous as this can be worth the risk for some coin and opportunity.
Colt stands up, thanking Thal and Grimm each. Thal's expertise in this area made the recovery helpful, and Grimm's brawn (and mounted travel). Colt would be staying though, to help Rafa strategize and to see about delivering these thieves to some other section of the desert once they come to.
[FIN]
Wild horse out the gate
Yeah your heart about to break
She the type of woman that gon' make you lose control
She something wild, you might need a lasso
Yeah your heart about to break
She the type of woman that gon' make you lose control
She something wild, you might need a lasso
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
