Medium · Authority ≥ 4
This is the face worn by the first law-bringers, the noble tyrants. Today you join their number...
Psyche
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
576 · Voice lines
This is the face worn by the first law-bringers, the noble tyrants. Today you join their number...
A glib remark. Don't let it stand -- assert yourself.
There's only one solution to this. You're a businessman.
Don't back down now. Say what you said again -- proudly.
That feels like a jab, but honestly -- you deserve it. Plus, it would be rude to reprimand her.
The words nail the man to his place. Unmoving, he stares down at the counter with his cheeks reddish.
He has no respect for you personally, but this man sees himself as a law-abiding citizen -- and you a representative of that law.
For a moment, the man fidgets under the lieutenant's gaze. Then he gives in.
He has no respect for you personally, but this man sees himself as a law-abiding citizen -- and you a representative of that law. He tries to avoid outright conflict.
That's cop for: "I haven't offered to pay because I don't have any money either."
The words leave your mouth as if walking up the stairs -- everything is going fine until you reach the end and take one step too many:
The words nail the Cafeteria Manager to his place. Unmoving he stares down at the counter with his cheeks reddish.
Did someone order a vague, farcical reading of The Law? More than one pops into your head:
An entire array of vague, farcical readings of The Law pop into your head:
For a moment, the Cafeteria Manager fidgets under the lieutenant's gaze. Then he gives in.
This is years of experience talking. He's seen career after career ruined by careless media strategies.