If Garrot knew he was being recorded, it might have changed his behavior. His family definitely knows about #monstergame and is definitely watching the stream right now. But... considering the circumstances, maybe it wouldn't change a thing. The smirk fades, replaced with a serious stare as Four's smile goes wide and the hands clasp and all that. When the offer reaches Garrot's ears and he processes what this creature has chosen to say to him, well...
"Four, I want you to know..." Garrot's tone is level, it's cold and clinical, with no hesitation as he effortlessly leans into his heel persona. Four's got the keys to leave this place and just tried to leverage his family, so if Four wants a game, he'll be the Marauder, the Villain. "...that I am trained in surgical tools." It's a matter-of-fact, nonchalant statement that accompanies a shift in his stance, so that the leg with Xaljim's knife in the pocket is further back.
"I'm telling you this so that if you make such a disgusting offer to me again..." Garrot exhales, willing the dagger to change form as his head rolls back, giving his eyes just a little more height from which to look down upon Four. As the emotion returns to his face, it's something far more furious, more deranged, and all of a sudden his free hand is gripping the shaft of a giant scalpel, the tip inches from Four's throat. The audience at home, if they're the savvy sort, may even recognize those movements as some of the Marauder's signature choreography! Especially that head roll with the psycho grin. Y'know, if they're wrestling fans.
"...I may be so inclined to use them." The worst part is that Garrot isn't even sure if he's acting anymore! If the Knights and Princess and Protector all die, then the world ends, that's common knowledge. And even if that wasn't the case, there's no way in all the hells he'd inflict on these families what was inflicted on his. So he's pissed, and wouldn't really mind vivisecting Four right now. "No deal."
Garrot's still playing along, of course. He just has to keep at this stupid game until he isn't as outnumbered. Lucky for him, he's got a bit of an advantage in that department...
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"Four, I want you to know..." Garrot's tone is level, it's cold and clinical, with no hesitation as he effortlessly leans into his heel persona. Four's got the keys to leave this place and just tried to leverage his family, so if Four wants a game, he'll be the Marauder, the Villain. "...that I am trained in surgical tools." It's a matter-of-fact, nonchalant statement that accompanies a shift in his stance, so that the leg with Xaljim's knife in the pocket is further back.
"I'm telling you this so that if you make such a disgusting offer to me again..." Garrot exhales, willing the dagger to change form as his head rolls back, giving his eyes just a little more height from which to look down upon Four. As the emotion returns to his face, it's something far more furious, more deranged, and all of a sudden his free hand is gripping the shaft of a giant scalpel, the tip inches from Four's throat. The audience at home, if they're the savvy sort, may even recognize those movements as some of the Marauder's signature choreography! Especially that head roll with the psycho grin. Y'know, if they're wrestling fans.
"...I may be so inclined to use them." The worst part is that Garrot isn't even sure if he's acting anymore! If the Knights and Princess and Protector all die, then the world ends, that's common knowledge. And even if that wasn't the case, there's no way in all the hells he'd inflict on these families what was inflicted on his. So he's pissed, and wouldn't really mind vivisecting Four right now. "No deal."
Garrot's still playing along, of course. He just has to keep at this stupid game until he isn't as outnumbered. Lucky for him, he's got a bit of an advantage in that department...