Rook [1]
[Rook rouses slowly, his memories from last night filtering in one by one. Drinking, and lots of it, check. The professor's disapproving stare boring into the back of his head, check. That girl, what had her name been again? Alanna? Or maybe Keladry… not like it matteres for much. She's probably long on her way by now. A typical night, anyway. Rook opens his eyes, wondering if he's going to have to go through the professor's packs for some of that hangover medicine again, when he realizes that either he drank much more than he thought, or this is not the inn he fell asleep in last night.]
What the fuck?
[He notices the book in his hand, gives it a cursory glance, and tosses it to the side in favor of grabbing one of the knives from his boot. Reading's really more Hilary's style.
Speaking of which.]
Hey, professor. You there? If this is some 'Versity joke of yours, you're gonna be regretting it real soon.
[When he receives no answer, he stalks around the room, trying to get his bearings. He's got no idea where he is. Looks like some rich man's house from Miranda, but they're nowhere near Thremedon now.]
This had better not be some pussy kidnapping attempt by those Ke-Han son-of-a's. Didn't you fuckers get it the first time we beat your asses to a pulp?
[Rook makes a sound not unlike a snarl, and decides, what the hell. If nobody's going to see fit to tell him where he is, he'll just have to find someone and make them talk. Maybe pick up the professor on the way, if he hasn't gotten his pansy self killed already. And maybe, while he's here…]
Anyone know where a body can find a good whore around here?
What the fuck?
[He notices the book in his hand, gives it a cursory glance, and tosses it to the side in favor of grabbing one of the knives from his boot. Reading's really more Hilary's style.
Speaking of which.]
Hey, professor. You there? If this is some 'Versity joke of yours, you're gonna be regretting it real soon.
[When he receives no answer, he stalks around the room, trying to get his bearings. He's got no idea where he is. Looks like some rich man's house from Miranda, but they're nowhere near Thremedon now.]
This had better not be some pussy kidnapping attempt by those Ke-Han son-of-a's. Didn't you fuckers get it the first time we beat your asses to a pulp?
[Rook makes a sound not unlike a snarl, and decides, what the hell. If nobody's going to see fit to tell him where he is, he'll just have to find someone and make them talk. Maybe pick up the professor on the way, if he hasn't gotten his pansy self killed already. And maybe, while he's here…]
Anyone know where a body can find a good whore around here?