My Generosity

= My Generosity = Posted by  Largehobbit

Posted: Apr 10, 2018, 9:01pm

Dusk - 20th August - The Steamworks, The Silken Mill - Afternoon

"Through struggle we persevere!!! Better Pay and Safety!!!"

Josiah stiffened at the response from the crowd. Their nameless spokesman had hit home with his words and turned the First Citizens rhetoric into a joke. His gaze darkened and he balled his hands into fists.

"What should we do sir?" the militia captain asked. Josiah turned to face him and the man stepped back.

"Ready the cannon and load weapons." Josiah growled. He paced back and forth for a moment as his orders were carried out. Screams came from the people as they saw the threat of imminent violence.

"Ready arms." barked the militia captain. "fire on my command."

The city watch were looking on in disbelief as the militia trained weapons on the crowd. Some of the people called to them for help, but to a man they started to back away. The tank engines roared and black smoke billowed from its vents as it re positioned itself to fire.

The crowd grew silent. Josiah seizing the moment raised his hands and stepped forward once more, his voice carried across the yard,

"I came to you this day seeking peace. I came to you seeking friendship. I came to you seeking to understand the plight of the working man. I did not send others because I felt that you deserved my ear, my eye, my generosity. I have offered you the hand of friendship and you have given back your spite and your ignorance. What happens next is upon your heads, I will no longer stand between you and the justice of the city."

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a flask of water and with a great show of ceremony he poured it onto his hands and washed them clean. Then pulling a white handkerchief from his pocket he dried his hands before throwing it to the floor. Without another word he turned and walked towards his vehicle.

OOC: hurry up Westley ;)