<strong>Cassie</strong><br/>Convince Roll of 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=158811)<br/><br/>Steve blinks, then nods slowly, seeming to understand. He manages a charming smile, sits up a little straighter and his skin becomes just a little brighter, a little less gray. The way he looks at you is the same he was looking at you last night, soft and sweet and a little romantic.<br/><br/>Then Belinda puts her hand on your shoulder and she’s looking at you like you’ve never seen her look before, really scared and concerned and more than a little freaked out. “...Hey, Cass, whatever you’re doing, stop it, okay?” She motions to the booth where Steve is sitting, doing his absolute best impression of a real person. “It’s not funny. There’s no one there.” She’s meeting your eyes, waiting for you to laugh, waiting for you to tell her it’s a joke and you weren’t just the girl talking to an empty booth.<br/><br/>Behind both of you, two more heavily muscled guys with crewcuts have sauntered in. Steve’s eyes flick past both of you, toward the men. “Cassie. You’ve got to go,” he repeats, more insistent, almost pleading. Belinda doesn’t look his way at all.<br/><br/>What do you do?<br/><br/><strong>Bryn</strong><br/><br/>The psychopath you’ve got at gunpoint looks down in surprise, like he has no idea how that got there, his eyes lingering on it before flicking back to meet yours. “...You’re fast,” he says. “I should have known you’d be fast, but you’re even faster than I thought you’d be.” He keeps his hands raised, backs up a little until he bumps the desk behind him. “Wow, cramped quarters, you should get a bigger office,” he says without a glance behind him, like he hadn’t just leaped the desk to try to murder you seconds ago.<br/><br/>“The King In Rags. You know, right? You have to know. He wanted you dead. You. That Chinese guy. That pretty girl. That nice old granny–that was fucked up, right? And a bunch of others. Oh and Irons. He wants Irons real dead. But I’m not doing that one. Get my head caved in like the last guy, haha. ”<br/><br/>He doesn’t seem to expect you to answer any of this or honestly to know what he’s talking about. Though that first thing he said rings some distant memory. When the police came to arrest the Scarlet Phantoms, one of them was ranting about a king–a king in rags. Your friend, Sergeant Bishop, passed you the police report on the official arrest and you distinctly remember that being a note in there. At the time, the guy was ranting something crazy and they’d just assumed he was going for the insanity defense.<br/><br/>Speaking of the insanity defense, the guy in front of you, a man who may have just confessed to several murders, is smiling at you. You’d swear a moment ago he had a normal smile, a little too big, maybe, but now he’s got a smile from ear to ear, showing gums and too-sharp teeth and the bloody insides of cheeks.<br/><br/>“By the way,” he asks you, “Do you think I’m pretty?”<br/><br/>Before you can answer or really even before you can process, he’s reaching for–the gun, probably, but no, past it, to wrap his hands around yours, forcing enough pressure to make you pull the trigger.<br/><br/>What do you?<br/><br/><strong>Xiaofu</strong><br/><br/>It doesn’t take you long to reach the place, at least, a little detective office in a bigger building with a lock you could probably open with your eyes shut and one hand tied behind your back. Maybe for an amateur thief, this place would prove a problem, but unless there’s some secret security system, this really is an insulting job for you.<br/><br/>Worse yet, when you get close to the door, someone is talking loudly, so the place you’re supposed to be stealing from and setting on fire isn’t even empty. Before you can decide what to do, you catch what seems to be the middle of conversation.<br/><br/>“...wanted you dead. You. That Chinese guy. That pretty girl. That nice old granny–that was fucked up, right? And a bunch of others. Oh and Irons. He wants Irons real dead. But I’m not doing that one. Get my head caved in like the last guy, haha. ”<br/><br/>Before you can react to any of that, there’s the unmistakable, unfortunately familiar sound of a gun being fired.<br/><br/>What do you do?<br/><br/><strong>Ellie</strong><br/><br/>The bodyguard–Giancarlo, you’re almost certain that’s his name–is looking at you like he might pass out, his heart hammering up a storm beneath your touch. He’s aware that your sister would have his balls and then his head–in that order–for making any physical contact with you. But he’s not moving away at all, his face flushed a mild red.<br/><br/>“Ah, Signorina Gentili. That was the capo, some<em>bastardo</em>private investigator, Exile something, has been hired to follow you around, take pictures of you, record where you go and what you do. The family is looking into who hired him, but in the meanwhile, ah–the capo asks you kindly to stay inside, just until she’s sure that it’s not going to be a problem. ” He gives you a sheepish grin–he hasn’t been with you long enough to know how you’re going to take this.<br/><br/>“She thinks maybe it’s someone you’ve spent time with, looking for you?” It wouldn’t be the first time someone tried to stalk you, certainly, though none of them have gone so far as to hire a private investigator. Then again, maybe this is a smart move on the stalker’s part, since most of the people who have tried to stalk you generally end up in a morgue. Either way, you’ve just been told you’re grounded.<br/><br/>What do you do?<br/>