Post by Cress on Sept 8, 2019 20:39:44 GMT -6
Wearing a cloak and carrying a large sack on his back that was filled with nothing but rocks, Cress hovered high up in the air over the Diablo Desert. The reason for hovering at such a high elevation was to not be spotted by the bandits he planned on messing with today. After seeing them rob someone he'd gotten an idea to pick on them, but not out of sympathy for the guy they had just robbed. He felt like picking on them just for the fun of it. His gaze rested on the area they were hiding at, he needed to walk in front of it and hopefully they'd come scrambling out from their hiding holes to come and rob him.
He quickly changed positions, moving from the air to the ground in the blink of an eye. Hiding behind one of the many strangely shaded rocks, he'd make it look like he was struggling before he stepped out. He pulled the hood over his head and hunched over, grabbing the straps to the sack. Now that that was taken care of, he headed out and into the sight of the bandits. After passing them they hurried from their spots, the engines of their buggies roaring as they clutched their rifles, laughing as they did so. They circled around him, demanding that he put his hands up. For now he would comply, doing as they asked.
A couple of them hopped off the truck and two approached him, one keeping a gun trained on him from a closer distance and one pulling the bag off of him. The man commented on how heavy the bag was, pulling it off his shoulders. Cress put up to resistance to that, waiting to hear his reaction when he found out the bag was full of rocks. Opening the bag, the man growled, pushing it over and letting the rocks fall out of the bag. "Rocks? What kind of joke is this?", the man asked as he put a pistol to the back of his head. Cress kept his head down, still concealing his face. "Let's just shoot em!", one yelled. The rest seemed to like the idea, aiming at him as well.
