Well, if he's got no issue with that then I suppose we're done here.
That is the truth isn't it Toro? You lost it fair and square? I'm sure these gents have a license for running a gambling operation too and that all of them are certified. In fact... I'm sure these fine gentleman is about to present me with those very papers as we speak.
She remained silent. She wasn't worried about them noticing her, they were too busy gloating over the haul. She could probably be in and out before they even looked up. It was a better choice than rushing into the middle of them.
Kiko's mouth wrinkled back. She wanted to rush into the middle of them. Her insides vibrated with it, she could see them scatter now. A wild animal bounding into the room and howling for all to hear. She really only thought about it for a minute.
She slipped out of the house as easy as she went in, hopefully.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
The man still smiled, but it turned brittle. When he spoke his voice was a little hoarse.
Of course. I'll be...right back.
He climbed in awkwardly through the window, yelling inside to his comrades about papers and forms. Kiko left just as he walked into the room where the table was, frantically asking for the paperwork.
Meanwhile, Toro put his hands on the windowframe angrily.
They won't be able to find the forms...that was fake! I never get on dogs! It's cruel and pointless!
Grayell kept his arms folded and tapped his foot. He knew the papers were only going to complicate the matter and one way or the other well... criminals always resort to one simple thing.
Don't worry Toro, let's sort this out like civilized folk.
Kiko walked back over to the Wolf's side and tossed her head in the direction of the door.
There are four more inside. I do not trust this one at all, but I trust them even less.
She was leaning up, poised on the balls of her feet. Her voice was empty of any emotion whatsoever, too. One of her hands went low, rubbing a spot at her hip.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
The man walked up to the window with the documents in hand, looking out of breath. He smiled cheerfully despite it and handed them over.
Here we are, sir, all nice and official. The papers were good, very convincing, but if a player was creative they could probably figure out a thing that was wrong with them that the GM is too lazy to specifically point out.
(Which is fantastic given the amount of effort so maybe well we kill some stuff and resolve some things and save the day but I can't be bothered role playing any of it either. Do we get paid now? lol)
It was obvious the papers were fake. Grayell immediately confronted the thug leader, who attacked him. Gray killed that man and the rest holed up in Toro's house. Four against four. They waited inside to see if Gray and Kiko would go away or attack again.
(Ok. Sorry but not keen on instant kills and fast forwarding over plot points. Grayell does ALL the damn paperwork for the council as he's the ONLY rep who does ANYTHING it wasn't that hard to come up with something better. But jumping combat leaves about zero motive... and just FYI there is only 3 of us.
I'm going to assume you're simply busy and we can call this quits.)
(Alright, sorry, I misunderstood. Disregard my last post.)
Gray was handed the papers. They looked official, a small handwritten paper that said they had a right to operate a gambling ring within the borders of Wistvale. The signature was there, it looked like his. The stamp he used to--hmm...the stamp was off. A little blockier than the real one, as if carved from a different kind of wood, a forgery.
Grayell grimaced at the sign of the forgery... and then tore the paper in two. He tossed the pieces on the ground dismissively... and his arms folded again. His voice lost all pleasantries now, he wasn't here to play games.
Your documents are fake... and now you don't have any. I'm going to give you lot the opportunity to clear out and get the hell out of Wistvale. I suggest you take it.
The man's face grew cold and frightened, and he looked from Grayell to Kiko for a moment, twitching like a cornered rabbit. Then he jolted back, vaulting through the broken window and shouting to the men inside to get their weapons ready.
Grayell laughed then and turned to look upon their forlorn land owner.
This is where you hide. Find somewhere safe and stay the hell out of the way, alright?
He then turned back to face the house, grinning manically and cracking his knuckles. His eyes had the devil in them now and he slowly paced toward the house. They could have all the time they liked. He didn't look at her but his voice was humoured - yet filled with a lurking sadism.