Medium · Composure ≥ 4
Her voice is like a slash through the air. Her shoulders tense up.
Motorics
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
525 · Voice lines
Her voice is like a slash through the air. Her shoulders tense up.
Just like that. No resistance -- her shoulders are slouched, her feet long and straight.
Her hand trembles. She's only pretending she didn't hear you say devil woman.
Her chest rises and falls with each word. She keeps herself together, and says it...
Her jaw is clenched. Her throat moves. It takes all her strength not to cave in and sob... once... just one time...
There's a nod, the smallest of nods.
Cunn and Pig? And you're picking him up on your cop-frequency too. This is... bad.
The kid really doesn't seem to harbour any animosity towards you. He seems almost friendly.
Conduct yourself with some dignity. You don't need to swear in front of the children.
The rock-kicker was just being shy, but now he's enthusiastic again.
He waves erratically -- with his hand, annoyed that he can't remember. A little tremor passes through him.
Like an untrained fighter he leans forward, back hunched, ready to spring.
His right eye twitches -- with what? Fear? Rage?
His nostrils are still flaring with rage. He brings himself back under his own stewardship, slowly.
The expression on his face is unreadable. There's some sort of interference there... neurological?
Like a little boy... for a moment he's unable to keep it together when he looks at the slip.