Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20180831104140/@comment-25389303-20181215192434

"So, the man of the hour finally shows his face," Vorcha retorts as Nobel steps into the light. As soon as the doctor's relative harmlessness was verified the director holsters his sidearm, his brief lapse in composure ending almost as quickly as it had begun. "Metaphorically speaking."

The director takes the time to light a new cigar, stepping forward so as to separate himself from the rest of the group. At the same time, the captain of Vorcha's band of mercenaries circles around to the right, advancing on Nobel's position slowly whilst nervously tapping on the hilt of his still-sheathed sword.

"If you think you have the luxury of negotiating with me, old friend, you clearly haven't been paying attention. I hold all the cards here." He cast a hand out to his side. "You are surrounded. Outnumbered and outgunned. You do not walk away from here unless I specifically allow it."

Vorcha breathes out a plume of smoke. "I was debating for a long time what to do with you, doctor. I have more reason than anyone living to kill you, right here and now. But humanity needs sharp minds. As for this...''schwein..." ''Vorcha nudges the fallen Blanc with his foot, "...her fate lies entirely in your hands. Unlike you, I'm no murderer. But you can still spare her a great deal of pain by handing yourself over."

Blanc rose suddenly from the ground, managing to struggle to her knees before anybody could hold her down.

"Don't listen to him!" she screams at Nobel, eyes wild. "Everything this bastard says is a lie!"

"QUIET GIRL!" Vorcha shouts, kicking Blanc back to the ground. "I didn't lie when I said you didn't need to die, but I am this close to making your life a living hell...so stop pissing me off!"

The director turns back to Nobel, just as the captain was within arm's reach of Nobel. "Enough talk!" he exclaims, stretching a hand out to Nobel in a welcoming gesture. "It's time for you to decide, Alexander Nobel. With your knowledge and my resources we can cure mankind of every ailment. Every sickness. Every disease. With my help, you can even save your wife...from certain death."

Failing to rise, Blanc can only incline her head in Nobel's direction. "Don't do it...it's...a trap..." she manages to whimper through gritted teeth.

Vorcha regards Blanc for a moment, expression lost behind his pitch-black shades, before he eventually turns his attention back to Nobel.

"Otherwise I will destroy you," he says, voice little more than a whisper.