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D pretend to drink it and empty the mug into a planter or something.
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 To cover my bases, this has a content warning: impending abuse/assaultShe drank her glass of wine over the course of the meal, while Jacques refilled his whiskey a few times, growing more and more jolly. He tried to top off her wine and Jeanette moved her glass out of the way. “Merci,” she said, “I think I’ve had enough.” “Nonsense!” Jacques laughed. “A little more will do you good, after such a harrowing experience at sea.” He took her wineglass and refilled it, handing it back to her with a wink. “I suppose you are right.” Jeanette affected a laugh, her eyes tracking toward the door as she took a small sip. Her host’s face was flushed with drink, and he regaled her with a tale of a carriage race he had undertaken with one of his rivals as dessert was brought out. Jeanette grew increasingly uncomfortable as the evening progressed, but was careful to appear engaged and pleasant to her host, even as he touched her hand and leaned in too closely. She drank no more wine than was necessary to keep up appearances, and her laughter at Jacques’ jokes grew strained. The memory of sitting on his knee and eating candy as a young girl grew tainted in her mind as he took her elbow to escort her to his office for after-dinner coffee. “Oh, I think I should get some rest.” Jeanette leaned away from Jacques, but her elbow was held in a pincer grip. “Of course, of course.” Jacques pulled her closer, the whiskey strong on his breath as it warmed her face. Behind him the night loomed in the window, and Jeanette became aware that the house was silent, any slaves that had been nearby seemed to have left entirely. As her father’s business partner held her against him, Jeanette... A. ...slapped him B. ...grabbed the wine bottle off the table and hit him with it C. ...screamed for help D. ...brought up her father and how grateful he would be to have her returned to him unharmed E. Something else: Write in
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E reach with both hands away from him enthusiastically reaching for anything she can grab(oh look at this wine vintage, oh that book I've never read it before) while turning and slid hip into Mr Mercier to create space dislodge her to elbow and step towards said item to create space between them. B
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Toughy posted:E reach with both hands away from him enthusiastically reaching for anything she can grab(oh look at this wine vintage, oh that book I've never read it before) while turning and slid hip into Mr Mercier to create space dislodge her to elbow and step towards said item to create space between them. +1
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Toughy posted:E reach with both hands away from him enthusiastically reaching for anything she can grab(oh look at this wine vintage, oh that book I've never read it before) while turning and slid hip into Mr Mercier to create space dislodge her to elbow and step towards said item to create space between them. With A.
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B B Glass him right in the face. Several times.
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D + A plausible deniability for her + jacob doesn't appear to give a gently caress
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theroachman posted:A for Jeanette and B for Jacob ^ this
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He resisted the urge to immediately intervene, though the old man’s actions had his blood boiling. Jeanette twisted in Mercier’s grasp, expertly putting her elbow to his side as she reached for the wine bottle, causing the man to momentarily release her. “The wine was wonderful,” she was saying, “What vintage is this?” Jeanette took a step, trying to put a chair between herself and her host. Mercier followed her, putting his hand on her arm again. “Ah, something local. Quite lovely, I agree.” He wasn’t looking at the wine. “We have an excellent selection in the wine cellar, many older vintages from Europe.” He stood behind her now, breathing on her neck, his hands on her arms as she clutched the wine bottle to her chest. “You look lovely tonight.” Jacob growled, a deep rumble in his chest. Annoying or not, no woman deserved to be treated like an object to be owned, especially when she had come to this house in need of help. If nothing else, he knew that this was precisely the sort of thing Thaddeus would want to know about, and would want Jacob to do something about it. Jeanette struggled to turn again, but Mercier held her tightly, pressing his face against her neck. “Mr. Mercier, you know my father will be -- quite happy to have me returned to him. Unharmed.” Her words seemed to stay the lecherous drunkard for a moment, and she pushed him off and… A. ...runs to the hallway and pausing to think B. ...ran to the kitchens C. ...ran all the way out of the house D. ...clocked him in the head with the heavy wine bottle E. ...screamed for help F. Something else: Write in Jacob, meanwhile… A. intercepts her/pulls her out of there B. Enters and deals with Mercier C. Continues to watch?? D. Something else: Write in
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D C gently caress'n bean him you cowards!
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D, A. Let's get dramatic! vvv DA, comrade. vvv Brawnfire fucked around with this message at 15:59 on Jan 24, 2020 |
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C! Kill 'im guv!
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I see no way D could go wrong!
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Eh, D I guess. Jeanette can get out of Mercier's sight and wait for Jacob to catch up. If Jacob wants to maim or kill the abusive drunkard in the mean time, that's on him.
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Jeanette edged around Jacob, putting him between her and the lecherous Mr. Mercier. She dropped the wine bottle to smash on the stones and gathered up her skirt with both hands, turning and dashing out to the street. Jacob’s mouth fell open as she disappeared around a corner, one hand still rubbing the spot on his collarbone where she’d smacked him with the bottle. The drunk Frenchman was staggering out of his house, saying something unintelligible, or perhaps just French. He was clearly upset about losing his sweet prize. Mercier turned back to the house, bellowing for his slaves. A few larger men came from the back of the home, and Jacob knew he was going to send them after the girl. He licked his teeth and stalked forward, grabbing Mercier by the shoulder and pushing him into the home. “You aren’t going to do that,” said the big man, eyes blazing. “You’re going to let that bonny lass go, and you’re going to forget she was here.” He was speaking directly to the slaves, who put their hands up and backed away, terrified. “And as for you, y’bastard, taking advantage of a lass who came t’ ye for help…” Jacob spun Mercier around and lifted him to eye level by his jacket. A. Drain him B. Terrify him C. Cripple him D. Try to charm him (Jacob is not good at this) E. He isn’t worth the time, just throw him against a wall and go F. Something else: write in [Assuming that after this Jacob will go after Jeanette]
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theroachman posted:... If Jacob wants to maim or kill the abusive drunkard in the mean time, that's on him. Oh poo poo, seems like it'll be on us anyway  Voting A because I think it'll create some interesting effects within the vampire triumvirate
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Toughy posted:Will the others see him? if not drain him A The witnesses are slaves and they’re in the process of backing away. They don’t seem willing to protect their master.
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hollylolly posted:The witnesses are slaves and they’re in the process of backing away. They don’t seem willing to protect their master. Then definitely A
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It's time AAAaaaaaaaa
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E. But very, very, very hard. Beyond injuries consistent with life
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