Urban Warlock Quest II

'Listen here, you thumb-sucking green-horned bastard, this is our town, I don't want any Canadian bastards taking shit from the people here,' the boss says.
'Boss, I mean, can't we give them a chance?'
'God damn it, Tim, they're bottom-feeding millenial scum, think they're entitled to everything! Get out of my store!'

>Leave. It's not like they're ever going to catch you.
>Kill this insane man, intimidate Timmy, they're the only ones that know you're here. You can work unimpeded then.
>Ask Timmy who is his bosses' boss. Go above this crazy bastards head.
>Let Gwynn resolve this situation as she wishes.
>Other

>>Let Gwynn resolve this situation as she wishes.
Probably a bad idea but fuck this guy.

>Let Gwynn resolve this situation as she wishes.

'Gwynn?'
'Yes, Mark?'
'Would you consider it a favor if I asked you to deal with this guy as you saw fit?'
'Oh, not at all. It would be my pleasure,' Gwynn says.
'Who's this? Your goddamned thug's a 120 pound chick?' the boss says.
'Barty James Winchester,' Gwynn says, and the boss freezes, 'Look into my eyes.'

For such a small action, the intimidation factor is real goddamned high.

'What the hell, you fucking witch,' Bart says, but he sounds resigned, monotone.

'Listen to me, little man. Now, come over here,' Gwynn says.
'I ain't doing nothing you tell me,' Bart says, and starts walking towards Gwynn.

Out of nowhere, Gwynn produces a silver spoon. Mostly a spoon. It is definitely sharper than any spoon you have seen.

'Keep your eyes open, Barty James Winchester,' she says, 'Lift your head up.'

He does so. Slowly, Gwynn moves the silver spoon towards the right eye of Barty.

'What the fuck! What the fuck! Get away from me, you crazy bitch!'
'You never saw us. You never will see us again. I am just making sure.'

Tim screams. He drops on his knees behind the counter. 'Oh man, oh man, I saw nothing, I saw nothing, I swear!'

'Imma kill you! You're dead! You're fucking dead!'

>This is just about what you expected. Maybe she's bluffing. Let her proceed.
>Stop her.
>'Ready to deal yet, Barty?'
>Other

>>'Ready to deal yet, Barty?'
Fair folk are hardcore.

>>'Ready to deal yet, Barty?'

>'Ready to deal yet, Barty?'

Quick question guys
Should we do
That?

The spoon keeps moving in infinitesimal increments. By now, any mortal's hand might twitch, stabbing the eye by accident. Lucky Gwynn's no mortal. Lucky for Bart, anyways.

'So, Barty, ready to deal yet?'
'Get this crazy bitch away from me,'
'Barty, you sure you should be insulting Gwynn?'
'God damn you people, what the fuck is wrong with you?' the spoon touches the lower eye-lid of Barty's. He starts screaming.
'Would you hold on for a moment, Gwynn?'
'I really do not want to,' Gwynn says. She's smiling. Aaand she sounds a little turned on.
'Barty, did you hear that, the Lady doesn't want to stop.'
'Yes! Fuck! Yes! Whatever! Do what you want! Ain't my place to refuse you, right? Fuck!' Barty says.

And just like that Gwynn is standing next to you, calm and unarmed. It is as if none of this ever happened, but for the tiny half-moon cut on Barty's eye-lid.

'Fuck, so what do you want from me?'

>'I was just trying to make friends here, you're the one that was being impolite. Can I meet with the bosses, pay my respects and see what's what around these parts?'
>'Tell your bosses we'll be operating in this area, don't get in our way. We know where you live.'
>'I need a crew for the job. Any recommendations?'
>Other

>'I was just trying to make friends here, you're the one that was being impolite. Can I meet with the bosses, pay my respects and see what's what around these parts?'