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vengefulagent[For once, Wash was quite eager to head back into the town once the snow had evaporated a few days ago. He'd made excuses about how he needed to secure the area before others really went in just in case there were any traps left behind--but really, he just he needed time to think. Time to just...think about the mission here and not what he'd said.
And to think about why they had been forced to say truths and a lie like that. What kind of thing could possibly have that kind of control?]
Those questions (and more) still weigh on his thoughts while he ventures into town to start his daily patrols. He's just walking into the town square proper when he hears someone start to scream. Alerted he stops, trying to locate the source of the sound, when he spots someone wearing a balaclava running out of the nearby general store with a couple bags in hand--and a knife.]
Hey, stop right there!
[The thief takes one look at him and bolts--but and Wash takes off right after him. Unfortunately for the man, he is a faster runner even in all that armor, so he's caught pretty quickly. However, as Wash grabs the thief, the thief swings around in panic--and stabs Wash in the abdomen. He lets go and drops to one knee while the thief scrambles away again.]
No, get back here! [Wash forces himself to stand, one hand outstretched towards the thief. As he does this, a small glowing green ball of energy rapidly forms in his hand and flies out after the thief...
Aaaand falls just short of hitting the man, instead bouncing when it hits the sidewalk and heads off into the sky where it lets off a faint "boom" of a green explosion.
This renders both him and the thief pretty speechless for a second before the thief cowers on the ground and begs him not to do that again. Meanwhile, Wash braces himself against a building, forgetting the knife's still in his side, and stares at the scorch mark made on the ground.]
...You've got to be fucking kidding me.
[ooc: Feel free to have seen this happen in the town square! The thief himself hasn't been officially apprehended yet but he's pretty ready to give himself up now (and probably wet himself in the process.)]
And to think about why they had been forced to say truths and a lie like that. What kind of thing could possibly have that kind of control?]
Those questions (and more) still weigh on his thoughts while he ventures into town to start his daily patrols. He's just walking into the town square proper when he hears someone start to scream. Alerted he stops, trying to locate the source of the sound, when he spots someone wearing a balaclava running out of the nearby general store with a couple bags in hand--and a knife.]
Hey, stop right there!
[The thief takes one look at him and bolts--but and Wash takes off right after him. Unfortunately for the man, he is a faster runner even in all that armor, so he's caught pretty quickly. However, as Wash grabs the thief, the thief swings around in panic--and stabs Wash in the abdomen. He lets go and drops to one knee while the thief scrambles away again.]
No, get back here! [Wash forces himself to stand, one hand outstretched towards the thief. As he does this, a small glowing green ball of energy rapidly forms in his hand and flies out after the thief...
Aaaand falls just short of hitting the man, instead bouncing when it hits the sidewalk and heads off into the sky where it lets off a faint "boom" of a green explosion.
This renders both him and the thief pretty speechless for a second before the thief cowers on the ground and begs him not to do that again. Meanwhile, Wash braces himself against a building, forgetting the knife's still in his side, and stares at the scorch mark made on the ground.]
...You've got to be fucking kidding me.
[ooc: Feel free to have seen this happen in the town square! The thief himself hasn't been officially apprehended yet but he's pretty ready to give himself up now (and probably wet himself in the process.)]