Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20150506015955/@comment-25686329-20150515013455

The Yankee wasn't... confused, per se, so much as he was bewildered.

She wasn't exactly getting her true point or motives across very clearly, and -- whether that was because she was a psychopath, wasn't great at face-to-face, or just had an aptitude for poor word choice (and the Yankee doubted it was the second one, more likely a combination of the first and third theses) -- he didn't like it.

That film was clearly not the only copy/ bargaining chip she had, as evident from her gesture of 'peace'.

It interested him that she claimed to have been to the physical Student Record archives. Was that a bluff? It was probably a bluff. The Yankee assumed it was a bluff. The Yankee knew dang well that the physical student archives were technically not even supposed to exist, and those privy to their location claimed they were kept under tighter security than the Penta-dragOn.

If she had been to the friggin' physical archives, why in the Hell did she need a digital copy?

She was likely lying her way through this, trying to twist his arm through contradictory bull-hex until he gave up trying to reason and faltered to her black mail. He could see it in her eyes; she was lying. It was the same look Merlin had when he claimed he was 'conjuring magic'; a look that, while confident, betrayed ridiculous, grandoise notions that couldn't actually be delivered.

Her words and phrases, negotiations' meanings were sporadic at best, and the Yankee hated being left in a mentally uncomfortable/ disoriented state.

He noticed Jane's hand on her gun. That wasn't going to do anything, at least not now. However...

It was time to go on the offensive.

"As long as I'm breathing under a red, white, and blue flag, I garuntee that..." He trailed off. His patriotic stalling was getting old...

"I'm out of things to say. Kiss my ass... I guess?" He tried. It was time to shut this girl down.

As quickly as Trish had entered the room, the taser rocketed from the holster and into The Yankee's hand. It felt a little too RoboCop-esk, but there were worse images to incur. Spinning it around his finger once, he emptied two cylinders of stunning, spitting, sparking voltage towards the girl and took a tentative step back, hand ready to push back the hammer if needed.

Not his best move, granted, he'd get in trouble for this, but she was becoming a royal pain in the arse...