Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170421205142/@comment-5543592-20170422022224

Kyle glanced at Rick, but his attention was on William at moment. Instead of allowing William his gun, he pried it from the man's hand, obviously not wanting to give a weapon back to the guy who just shot him. He then patted will down for any others, found the silenced 9mm, and took that too. Disarmed, he shoved William in the chest, to send the agent on his way.

"Glad you're so willing!" The Jester replied to William, sounding a little breathe deprived. "Now if you would...?" He began for Ward, imploringly.

Ward raised the Jester close up to his face. "You think your pea-shooters can frighten me, clown?" He tossed him harshly backwards, not caring if the man stumbled or not. "Anyone lays a hand on one of our own, I'll rip it off and force feed it to you."

The Fool did stumble back, almost off his feet, but regained his balance in a cartwheel. Landing on his feet again, he straightened the front of his jacket, fixing his collar. "Well, that wasn't very pleasant."

"How about a quiz? Assuming Kyle is capable of that?" Deaphanie asked.

"Just don't use words that are more than two syllables." The Fool replied.

Kyle's attention, however, was drawn by Rick. He frowned heavily, turning to face the ghoul, wondering what the man wanted.