[open/active] If you like it innovative Better get someone creative honey

[godofcologne]

Characters: Thomas Raith, anyone who wants to run into him
Time: Daytime
Location: Blackstone Hotel: Charity's forge, the lobby, in the halls, gym, etc
Content: One vampire, armed to the teeth, wandering around the Blackstone Hotel. Because this'll end well.
Format: Poster's choice. Prose/commentspam/whatevs.
Warning: Beware of Thomas.
Notes: Multiple

Comments

Bad Idea? Probably. Gym

[becauseimboring]

[godofcologne]

He took a few more swipes at the chairs before he was satisfied that whatever damage dragon fire had done to the falcata had been undone. Or at least mitigated. Thomas turned his attention from the splintered furniture to the newcomer, a smirk growing on his face as he watched her stack weights on the bench press. "Benching without a spotter's liable to get you killed, sweetheart. Don't they teach that in gym?" he drawled.

[becauseimboring]

[godofcologne]

Thomas shrugged off Clare's comment about his sister as he opened the duffel bag and slid the falcata inside. He'd called Lara worse and meant it more. "Hate the player, not--" He paused and chuckled, catching his own words. "No, hate the game too."

He watched Clare on the bench press for a repetition or two, and shrugged, zipping shut the duffel bag. "Suit yourself, sweetheart. Sixty pounds or whatever those weights plus the bar are worth'll still hurt like hell if your arms give out mid-rep."

[becauseimboring]

[godofcologne]

"I prefer being able to say 'I told you so' when you hurt yourself, personally," came the insufferable answer as Thomas crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.

"Besides, your best bet is to work with the sword."

[becauseimboring]

[godofcologne]

The mention of the ring got Clare a disbelieving look. "You mean you're still using Lara's ring?" he asked, surprise obvious in his voice as he watched Clare continue, ignoring his warning. "You're either braver than I gave you credit for or more naive."

It was clear from his tone that neither was a compliment.

[becauseimboring]

[godofcologne]

If Thomas had realized he was in agreement with Charity Carpenter and Karrin Murphy, he would have passed out from shock. As it were, he simply shrugged again, the motion practiced and careless. It might have been infuriating, to see how little Clare's angry words had affected him. "Desperation's easy to manipulate, sweetheart," he said. "It makes you more willing to take risks, to do things you normally wouldn't."

When it didn't seem like Clare was going to continue with the bench press just yet, Thomas picked up his duffel bag and slung it over his shoulder. "Take it from someone who knows how it's done."

[becauseimboring]