Sean definitely noticed how the two guards suddenly started acting strange. Trying to contain a laugh, he put his hands to his knees. "Pfffffffffffffffffft! Awesome!" He grabbed the quill he used for the notes, as he put it under the trash, and wrote on the poster: "You're welcome: The criminals." He then proceeded to grab the crossbow that one of the guards had dropped, placed it in the middle of the alley, and set it ablaze. "Okay, I'll set the last note and we're out!" Sean put the note down on the man's stomach and slid his sword under the trash. "Okay, we're out of here! Get rid of the illusion and run!" Sean grabbed his cohort's hand and started running as fast as he could in the other direction, dragging @Iván Carl behind him. @Skyswimsky
Conclusion Both the guards were in awe as their senses got assaulted heavily. They were trained to deal with sword and steel, even against some magic, to keep their cool. But to deal with a master illusionist? No. One of them dropped their cross-bow. The other one had his Monocle fall off, closer inspection revealing that 'The Rock' was simply drawn onto it, giving a valid excuse to arrest anyone suspicious looking... ! Either way, the apparently retarded Mike and the poor Johnson were now trapped. Tripping even? "H-Hey... Mike." "Yes, Johnson? FEAR NOT. We're THE elite." "Yeah sure. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? It... It's just an illusion, right? So how about you use that Mo- Hey, Mike, what are you doing?! Mike?! Don't touch THAT!" "But it's soooo cuuuuttteeee...." "Screw you, Mike. Alright. What was the first thing to do about an Illusion? It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real... DAMNIT! It is not working. Oh... oh god... what was that sound?! Second step? Putting myself in a lot of pain! Urgh, where's my sword? Guess this has to do then." With these words, Johnson went on his knees and rammed his head into the ground. Over, and over again, until he passed out. Mike, on the other hand, kept petting empty air before, suddenly, he started yelling like a madman and ran off scared. Mike, scared. THE! Mike. A break of character? Or were those illusions just THAT strong? Either way, while Mike was a retard and Johnson just wanted to live, sooner or later, they were sure to report this. At the very least, Obstruction of Justice and destruction of city-state property! OOC Ivan's Illusion took quick care of these poor guards. Congratulations! You're both now actually wanted criminals(If you weren't before)! Use it to flavor your future adventures - or don't.
Iván was caught confused when @Sean Poteitoku grabbed him by the hand, having momentarily forgotten about him. He couldn't even react properly, though he had no idea what reacting properly could have been in that context, as his red-haired prankster companion was fast. Really fast. Of course, having been disturbed from focusing on his illusion spell, Iván could do nothing else but let the men go. Not that he had a choice. Illusions tend to require consistent flowing energy, and consistency was no longer an open once someone drags you out of anywhere, to purple god knows where, which was apparently another alley a few blocks away from the guards. "Oh, Sean?" Iván turned to his companion confused, as if he had just awakened from a trance. "Did we do it? Is the prank done? What do we do now?" What would they do now indeed. Maybe run away from the coppers for the rest of their gaming lives? Probably not. Those two did know them as Dwayne Johnson and Artoria Pendragon or something. They were Iván Carl and Sean Poteitoku, so technically, they were in the clear. Poor Johnson and Pendragon, though. Then again, those guys were hardened criminal so whatever. You do bad things, bad things come to you. Something like that.
