Assistant: Hey! It's not like we don't try. They don't like us very much, nor do they speak our language. *She crosses her arms.* Assistant: And no, like we said, we don't have much. They seem to be humanoid, but they don't talk like us, and they seem to be very aggressive.
OOC: Antony is the original spelling of Anthony. Just looked that up. Should have been tipped off by 'Mark Antony' though. Assistant: Well... we don't really know. We don't have any well communication with them, nor with our fellows that follow the night time rotation of the planet.
Jean: they tried to hurt me, the drunk TRIBBLE! *He sneers at one of the wounded ones.* Jean: Now... I think I might have to make an exit now or later... so please... Back... the f*ck... OFF!
*Two cards glow and fly at the pistols, knocking them out of the men's hands.* Jean: Now, now, now... those would make this unfair. *He looks at Faceless.* Jean: Thank God! Someone with some sense! Now, please tell your boys to back off before someone gets hurt!
*Suddenly, cards fly out of the deck at the assailants, wounding each of them in multiple, excruciating ways.* Jean: Now then... back off. *He smiles.*
*Jean sighs and shakes his head.* Jean: Boys, I really think you don't want to do that... *He holds the box of cards easily... and they seem to glow a bit.*
*Jean deals out the cards, and gives himself two. He manipulated it so that each would bust if they took another card, and then he would get twenty one once they all went.* Jean: All right, I guess I'll add to the pot as well. Put up your bets boys. *He throws in twenty credits.*
*Jean shuffles the cards expertly... into the arrangement he wants them in.* Jean: Right then boys, wanna put a little money in? Make things interesting?
*Jean continues walking down the road, heading toward the center of the colony... where the pub was.* Quiet Place *Vani slowly wakes up.* Vani: What....?