Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170816034817/@comment-27550231-20170817045000

(S9) Jorge tilts his head back in a cocky manner his arms still stretched out to his side's. She can catch the faintest glint of light from within his helmet, most likely his eyes, peering at her.

[No more lies. Come clean... Do it for her. I want to see Nezon.]

No. Not like this, not as a failure. We have to come back successful. We have to destroy those who hurt her... How dare she imply that my daughter is a thief.

[...]

Fine no more lies.

"No. I am not her father." Not a lie, just a half truth. "And no she was not all over me. What now? Will you detain me for walking around a festival looking for a reason to join the fun?" Truth. "Will you detain a man with two little ones back home just in a hunch that he smells like someone you know?" Half truth. He has one assitant waiting for his return.

"I would prefer not to fight because unlike you I don't have weapons that don't cause bodily harm. Save for my weresheep rag but that's Not really a weapon. *sigh* You may outnumber me but at least a few of you won't be getting back up if we fight so act accordingly."

Jorge shrugs, his hands still stretched out to the sides. "So... You feeling lucky punk?"