[Straightening, Jason walks after Royce slowly, clipping the taser back beneath his jacket. The kris comes out, waved like the ocean they washed up on, and Jason plants his booted foot gently but firmly down against Royce's back between the shoulders. Most of his weight is there to keep the smaller man from moving.
The end of the cloak is gathered up quickly, and Jason passes the sharp blade of the kris four times through the material to cut out a triangle near where it would fall against each leg. The cloak will still wrap and flow, will still conceal, but now it will just fold against the legs like the slits in a woman's skin-tight dress.
Jason puts the kris back, dropping the shards of cloak nearby. Then he bends down as he takes his foot off Royce's back, grabbing two handfuls of half-elf and rolling the guy over. He bunches those fingers again into the collar of Royce's cloak, tight, stern. He jerks Royce up a bit closer, lowers his voice to a hiss.] I know you can still hear me. Listen closely:
Ivan is innocent.
[And without anything further, Jason pops Royce one good, solid, hard time in the chin with his elbow to cut the blood supply long enough to bring unconsciousness.
Exhaling long and low, Jason takes a moment, then gathers Royce up to toss over his shoulder like a sack. Sorry, buddy. He gets the scraps of cloak, then carts Royce off into another part of the jungle to deposit in an alcove of strange ruins shielded by brush.
He goes out momentarily to harvest a few snapdragon to make a half-assed poultice, then cleans and re-bandages Royce's wound with the mixture.
Jason leaves Royce there like a secret, hoping fine for some time while knocked out.]
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The end of the cloak is gathered up quickly, and Jason passes the sharp blade of the kris four times through the material to cut out a triangle near where it would fall against each leg. The cloak will still wrap and flow, will still conceal, but now it will just fold against the legs like the slits in a woman's skin-tight dress.
Jason puts the kris back, dropping the shards of cloak nearby. Then he bends down as he takes his foot off Royce's back, grabbing two handfuls of half-elf and rolling the guy over. He bunches those fingers again into the collar of Royce's cloak, tight, stern. He jerks Royce up a bit closer, lowers his voice to a hiss.] I know you can still hear me. Listen closely:
Ivan is innocent.
[And without anything further, Jason pops Royce one good, solid, hard time in the chin with his elbow to cut the blood supply long enough to bring unconsciousness.
Exhaling long and low, Jason takes a moment, then gathers Royce up to toss over his shoulder like a sack. Sorry, buddy. He gets the scraps of cloak, then carts Royce off into another part of the jungle to deposit in an alcove of strange ruins shielded by brush.
He goes out momentarily to harvest a few snapdragon to make a half-assed poultice, then cleans and re-bandages Royce's wound with the mixture.
Jason leaves Royce there like a secret, hoping fine for some time while knocked out.]