Feb 13, 2010 23:36
[The Marquis de Carabas is not entirely unaccustomed to waking up in a different place than where he ought to be. However, the last time it happened to him was not at all pleasant, and so he is understandably weary when he opens his eyes.
The instinct to feel at his neck is rather strong, but the Marquis ignores it. He's far above dwelling on past incidents.
Still, a bit of prudence has never hurt anybody. The Marquis eyes the book in his hand skeptically, and flips open the first page.]
Hmm. Interesting. I certainly haven't encountered anything like this before. A fascinating idea.
Well then. Whose game is it that I have the pleasure of playing? It truly is quite rude not to introduce yourself properly to your guests, but I suppose I can forgive one or two indiscretions. No one is perfect, I suppose. Excluding myself, of course.
[Hopefully whomever it is behind this owes the Marquis a favour or two. It would be nice to have an advantage. He weighs the odds in his head, and decides that they're balanced slightly against him. A pity. Well, no matter. He's sure he'll be able to manage this perfectly well on his own.]
round 6,
marquis de carabas