Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire]
12-28-2009, 06:20 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Lap Otter.
Niko scowled at the veiwscreen. "Lainey, this looks like a combat situation. I'm the only one--"
"Niko, diplomacy would be just as useful to us now," Lissa interrupted smoothly, her voice calm. "No one is currently engaged in combat, and many of these people seem unused to combat."
"That fucking dragon... thing isn't 'unused to combat!'" Niko spat, hands curling into fists.
"In addition," Lissa continued as if Niko hadn't spoken, "you are without doubt our most combat-worthy form, and it would be unwise to reveal the limits of our strength so early."
"She's right, Niko," Yume put in. "Anyway, a lot of them look harmless enough."
"Lainey looks harmless enough," Niko bit back, but her hands had relaxed; she wasn't on the verge of taking over corporeal.
Lainey's eyes flick back and forth, unfocused; the unspoken conversation takes only a few seconds, and then her attention is focused on her surroundings. Some of the others' internal communities must have reached the same conclusions as her own; several of them are weak-looking and none of them have shifted at all. Except for the strange doll, but it doesn't seem too concerned with the rest of them.
Lainey wishes for Niko's or Yume's cat-form senses; their eyes would be better able to peirce the darkness surrounding the various paths. Lissa's right, though, showing off either of them would essentially be giving away their only combat advatange. Lainey decides to try not to give anything away.
She moves to stand next to the fire-boy; he seems to have the least ill will. She can't for the life of her remember his name, though. "May your voices never falter," she offers, smiling. "D'you know any of these people?"
Niko scowled at the veiwscreen. "Lainey, this looks like a combat situation. I'm the only one--"
"Niko, diplomacy would be just as useful to us now," Lissa interrupted smoothly, her voice calm. "No one is currently engaged in combat, and many of these people seem unused to combat."
"That fucking dragon... thing isn't 'unused to combat!'" Niko spat, hands curling into fists.
"In addition," Lissa continued as if Niko hadn't spoken, "you are without doubt our most combat-worthy form, and it would be unwise to reveal the limits of our strength so early."
"She's right, Niko," Yume put in. "Anyway, a lot of them look harmless enough."
"Lainey looks harmless enough," Niko bit back, but her hands had relaxed; she wasn't on the verge of taking over corporeal.
Lainey's eyes flick back and forth, unfocused; the unspoken conversation takes only a few seconds, and then her attention is focused on her surroundings. Some of the others' internal communities must have reached the same conclusions as her own; several of them are weak-looking and none of them have shifted at all. Except for the strange doll, but it doesn't seem too concerned with the rest of them.
Lainey wishes for Niko's or Yume's cat-form senses; their eyes would be better able to peirce the darkness surrounding the various paths. Lissa's right, though, showing off either of them would essentially be giving away their only combat advatange. Lainey decides to try not to give anything away.
She moves to stand next to the fire-boy; he seems to have the least ill will. She can't for the life of her remember his name, though. "May your voices never falter," she offers, smiling. "D'you know any of these people?"