Controlled Chaos (INCURSION)
Posted Aug 28, 2018 21:06:30 GMT -7
Post by Rook Spellmeyer on Aug 28, 2018 21:06:30 GMT -7
Admittedly, when the nurse began to run at her, Rook fully expected to be attacked. She’d begun to prepare for exactly that; getting one of her legs up under her and raising one of her arms to help guard her face. All of it amounted to the nurse up and grabbing her hand, and asking if she could turncoat.
Rook blinked at the woman in surprise, before stifling a snort. “I’d say it’s a little early, Doc. We’ve not even reached the climax yet.” She chuckled. Tightening her own grip on the woman’s hand, she pulled her a little forward and patted the spot on the table next to her, offering a spot at the winner’s table. The ‘winners who destroyed their own workplace’ table, but the point still stood.
It was enough to momentarily forget about Stabby until he got her attention again with what she was going to take as an honest compliment. She felt honored, asked to explain the situation; it wasn’t a duty she would drop, and she wouldn’t let him down. She cleared her throat.
“Right, we’re the panel of anti-murder. All of us have gathered here today: the judge, the jury,” her hand, palm flat out, motioned first to Maia and then to Tristan’s hoard of shadows, “the accuser’s lawyer and that of the defendant’s.” Her hand moved next to Jack and then to Jennifer, the first of whom she was glad to confirm as the source of the strange wall movements. “I will be playing the part of the annoying press.” Her hand went wide out to her side and her voice booming, like when she wanted to sound important over the megaphone. Her eyes narrowed on him, slightly downturned from her high spot on the cafeteria table. “We have gathered here today to judge you, judge you and your sins.”
Rook blinked at the woman in surprise, before stifling a snort. “I’d say it’s a little early, Doc. We’ve not even reached the climax yet.” She chuckled. Tightening her own grip on the woman’s hand, she pulled her a little forward and patted the spot on the table next to her, offering a spot at the winner’s table. The ‘winners who destroyed their own workplace’ table, but the point still stood.
It was enough to momentarily forget about Stabby until he got her attention again with what she was going to take as an honest compliment. She felt honored, asked to explain the situation; it wasn’t a duty she would drop, and she wouldn’t let him down. She cleared her throat.
“Right, we’re the panel of anti-murder. All of us have gathered here today: the judge, the jury,” her hand, palm flat out, motioned first to Maia and then to Tristan’s hoard of shadows, “the accuser’s lawyer and that of the defendant’s.” Her hand moved next to Jack and then to Jennifer, the first of whom she was glad to confirm as the source of the strange wall movements. “I will be playing the part of the annoying press.” Her hand went wide out to her side and her voice booming, like when she wanted to sound important over the megaphone. Her eyes narrowed on him, slightly downturned from her high spot on the cafeteria table. “We have gathered here today to judge you, judge you and your sins.”