Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27736349-20170509184718/@comment-31336039-20170601222019

His snack was quicly over. So has planned, Némésis unsheathed his carpenter's knife, (not his weapon) and began to play with it between his fingers. But the result remained rough with his thick gloves.

Irritated, and noticing that Gena had not yet finished, he decided to remove his gloves in imitation leather. Revealing underneath, sinister metallic gauntlets, the fingertips lightly resembling claws. Gauntlets that he also removed after a few minute manipulations in various places. (The time to remove the security.) Revealing a pale skin and hands in a state almost irreproachable, rare thing for an adventurer.

As he wasted no time, he resumed playing with the tool. Doing it at first awkwardly pass through his fingers while spinning at low speed. Taking time to get used to the object. It's been a while since I did that.

Before gradually gain in fluidity and move from one hand to the other in a waltz shape between the blade and the fingers. Allowing a glance at Gena, he smired has he noticed that she was interested in his trick.

Encouraged, he slightly accelerated the speed, before letting the blade jump upward trying to produce a curve in the air. The result was mixed, but he resumed his game as if everything was normal.

Némésis: "And now, the surprise of the chief." He announced, passing his right hand between the dancing blade and the gaze of Gena.

The blade reappeared, but swirling on his left wrist for some time. He gave a small smile to his audience, before propelling the blade in the air with a dry movement of the wrist in the intention to catch it and to maket it disapear in his hood. But he misjudged the angle and propelled the handle into his forehead, before falling back into his hand. Oh bordel!

A little silence settled before Nemesis burst out laughing, giving himself the face of a jester. Spreading arms like a performer awaiting an ovation for his trick.