Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7838080-20140618025840/@comment-24147026-20140619020340

"Yeah, that wasn't funny." Jonathan tacked on to Julian's comment. He hated being tossed around like a rag doll, just getting bullied by someone with more power who misused it, it made his blood boil. Dark visions clouded his own calculative mind, he had honestly put up with enough crap for trying to do a good deed.

"Would you find it amusing if I mimed tying you up with layers upon layers of thread? Leaving you hanging to rot in the woods somewhere for some lucky Beowolf to find your bloated unwashed corpse for a feast." He said, moving back close to Rana, his blue eyes looking right through her. "Oh how wondrous that would be. You'd be my masterpiece, a prisoner in a prison weaved by my own very hands. I wonder if you'd struggle? Would you scream for someone to help you?"

He was fuming by then, he actually considered doing what he threatened. His hands already going to the Story-Tellers at his hip, it'd be simple, he was sure none of the others in the room would complain. However, Jonathan knew he'd be the one misusing power then.

"Of course," He began again, backing off, "That was just a hypothetical, how incredible our imaginations are to make these scenarios, no?" Jonathan smiled just a bit before turning away back to the two others, ignoring whatever Rana's reaction would be.

"I'd be happy to lend my services as well, Scorch or whatever you wish to go by . My own name is Jonathan, it's nice to meet you. "