[Not that Riddick is going to admit to being cold, of course. He's tougher than that, and he's lived through worse. But somebody who has fire in a place like this-- yeah, he wants to see it.]
[Riddick doesn't bother with a reply, he just puts his goggles back on and heads on down there. He can kill two mercs with one bullet and have some lunch, while he's at it. He wanders on in, dressed in his tank top, cargo pants, big-ass boots, and a very light jacket he's managed to scrounge up-- which looks oddly lumpy over his muscular shoulders, where his two knives are sheathed. Though his eyes are covered, it's obvious he's looking for somebody "camping out" and/or some fire, but doesn't bother to announce himself. That would just be stupid.]
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[You must have expected this.]
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Come back to the canteen. I'm building a firepit.
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...Forget the firepit, that's what hugging Warren's for.]
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[Not that Riddick is going to admit to being cold, of course. He's tougher than that, and he's lived through worse. But somebody who has fire in a place like this-- yeah, he wants to see it.]
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[That jacket he wanted had the burned sleeves, after all.]
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So ghosts and black holes. Crazy stuff, huh?
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At least it's a shared insanity. People seem to be holding up at the moment.
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