Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24147026-20140404192732/@comment-24147026-20140405025750

The first thing that came to mind when he saw the small tunnel in the ground, was there was no way in hell he was to transverse the underground in the search of one guy. It was more than likely a trap, and he wasn't the logical part of the collective for blindly walking into such a thing.

He considered his options thoroughly, leaving and forgiving was still on the table, but choking the life out of the mole kid was too tempting. He was just another sailor lost to the siren call of murder. He let out a sigh as he looked around for something to help him. His eyes were immediately drawn back to the downed Jock.

Walking over to the young man, Leucetius began to dig in his pockets and jacket to find something of use. All he came up with was a vial of powdered Dust and two cut Dust crystals. He was careful in his handling of them, as he began to put a plan together in his ever going mind.

Pouring the powdered Dust all over the unconscious brute, he deftly stuck the two Dust crystals in the Jock's mouth, making sure they were only sticking out a bit from his lips. Smiling wickedly, he dragged the Jock to the entrance of the small tunnel, once again making sure he wasn't too hasty in his movements.

The boy was heavy but not so much that Leucetius couldn't pick him up, keeping himself just at the entrance, he shouted a fake warning to the mole kid. "I'm coming in after you, you moronic peon!"

With that he hefted his decoy and threw him into the darkness of the tunnel, legs first. He began to wait for the Mole to react in whatever way he would. Taking aim with Fractum, he shot a round at the powder keg of a human, causing the Dust to ignite filling the tunnel.

"Did I say me? My bad." he laughed mirthlessly, "oh, and when you see your Mole Jesus tell him who sent you."