Confusion only growing, Daryl raised his empty hands in the universal sign of surrender, slowly getting to his feet and careful to keep Psii in front of him. That was one sorry excuse for a spear, true enough, and it hadn't escaped his notice that Psii didn't seem entirely comfortable wielding it, but he could respect that the troll obviously meant business. Even if he was acting like an utter jackass now. Inexplicably.
"Easy now," he murmured, watching Psii's eyes rather than his hands. In those few split-seconds prior to an attack, that was almost always where the tell would appear first — or at least in most humanoids with discernible irises and scleras, it would. Of course it couldn't be that easy here. "Ain't lookin' for a fight. And maybe I could help if you'd tell me what the hell's wrong."
Despite limited familiarity with his districtmate and with trolls in general, he was inclined to attribute the erratic behaviour to an outside influence; undoubtedly something cooked up by the Gamemakers. Because a hurricane-force storm and goddamn maelstrom weren't dramatic enough for the Capitol audience.
Yeah, this probably wasn't going to end well. But, maybe, if he were quick enough — if he could knock that mask away first — he could attempt to restrain Psii before his troll PMS got them both killed.
Psii's lucky he doesn't have double butts :| were we going to have Daryl disarm/sit on him here?
Confusion only growing, Daryl raised his empty hands in the universal sign of surrender, slowly getting to his feet and careful to keep Psii in front of him. That was one sorry excuse for a spear, true enough, and it hadn't escaped his notice that Psii didn't seem entirely comfortable wielding it, but he could respect that the troll obviously meant business. Even if he was acting like an utter jackass now. Inexplicably.
"Easy now," he murmured, watching Psii's eyes rather than his hands. In those few split-seconds prior to an attack, that was almost always where the tell would appear first — or at least in most humanoids with discernible irises and scleras, it would. Of course it couldn't be that easy here. "Ain't lookin' for a fight. And maybe I could help if you'd tell me what the hell's wrong."
Despite limited familiarity with his districtmate and with trolls in general, he was inclined to attribute the erratic behaviour to an outside influence; undoubtedly something cooked up by the Gamemakers. Because a hurricane-force storm and goddamn maelstrom weren't dramatic enough for the Capitol audience.
Yeah, this probably wasn't going to end well. But, maybe, if he were quick enough — if he could knock that mask away first — he could attempt to restrain Psii before his troll PMS got them both killed.