Racing Into The Night [D2, EN]

[Flession]

"No, you may not, as I doubt we'll be meeting again. I'm thinking of mentioning in my notes of this encounter of calling you all Steve. That's a humanoid name, right. Yes, it sounds right, so you are all Steve. Maybe even Steven."

The insults against him were clearly annoying him by his tone and mannerisms. "Yes, I forgot the Pandemonium group...as does everyone else."

[Ikkit the Bastard]

Ikkit called over his shoulder from where he crouched in frustrated annoyance next to some unhelpful bloodstains and bits of arrows.

"Just call him 'Hooded Perv,' One-Eye. It's all the name we're gonna get for the berk who can't tell a modron from a Prime. 'Parently good at shooting down scared bashers as are running away, good at puppet shows, bad at.... everything else."

[Fyne]

"Steve's fine with me. Not accurate, but then I imagine you're not very accurate to begin with. If you were, you might have stayed and fought. Guess you suck at that too. Probably shot the guy when he couldn't see you and he wasn't expecting it. Moving target would have made it too hard?" Fyne says, calling his archery skills into question.

[Feature]

"I'm thinking of mentioning in my notes of this encounter of calling you all Steve."

"Yes, I forgot the Pandemonium group...as does everyone else."

"But sir, Steve is another of us! They'll surely get confused! You could at least call us... "

They then hear Ikkit, nodding to them happily, just as happily as to the Illusion in fact.

"Oh, sorry, Sir Hooded Perv then! As we were saying, you may call us... One-Eyed Steve! One, one! That should at least be more appropriate!" they say nodding with great certainty.

"Sir Hooded Perv thinks of the Factions in terms of the Planes then! That's interesting! And yet you dislike... them all, or all of it, apparently? That's fascinating!"

The smile grows wider and wider, and there's some nonstop whirring in the background.

[Flession]

The illusion stays silent and still.

[Fyne]

"Look, you can see a bit of smoke coming from his ears as he tries to come up with a retort," he says to the others. "It looks so hard for him."

[Ikkit the Bastard]

[I was waiting for Thaddeus to have some input, but we really oughtta try and wrap this up ]

"Or he ain't there an' the puppet's been dropped."

He wiped his hands as he got up and turned to take his leave.

"Might wanna save the poor dead berk's stuff, 'case he's got any kin might want it. 'Sides, the Hardheads might take having it as evidence of bein' in on the kill."

[Fyne]

Fyne nods in agreement with Ikkit. "Should probably report this too, because anyone talking like that probably thinks they have some sort of continuing purpose. I'm guessing he's some sort of serial killer or zealot assassin."

[Thaddeus]

Looking up from the bag, he sees the illusion seemingly abandoned, "This is starting to give me the yawn." He shifts his gaze over to Fyne, "Have fun with that, I make it my business to stay clear of Hardhead business." He makes a show of hefting the pouch of coins while secreting the pointy stick with engravings into his cloak, "Consider this my payment for injuries incurred while attempting to apprehend the pervert."

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If no one interjects, he will fly off on his broom.

((You can roll me a Arcana or Investigation check of DC 20))

D2, EN, Racing Into The Night, After Combat, Arcana | 1d20+5 ⇒ 22

D2, EN, Racing Into The Night, After Combat, Sleight of Hand | 1d20+4 ⇒ 7 to discreetly slip the stick away.
D2, EN, Racing Into The Night, After Combat, Sleight of Hand (advantage) | 1d20+4 ⇒ 7 (When Sakkaku choices my roll, it means it.)

[Ikkit the Bastard]

Ikkit shrugged, and started to take his leave again.

Not like he had a terribly high opinion of Fyne, and the modron was clearly mad as a mongoose.