Thread: Playing the Game [ Chai & Razgriz ]

RE Playing the Game Ariamella Razgriz Well, at least she was being snarky again better that they butted heads anyway. Would keep things interesting. Well, at least Rowena's boob joke didn't get you too down. he replied with a grin really, her chest was fine for someone her size. He liked the size to match the woman's body anything larger and it just looked ridiculous. Still, a grin crossed his face as he pictured some old Chinese lady caning Adrian. God damn that was a hilarious mental image. I had my fill already. Chinese and Italian in one day? That's the sign that the cave is full of treasure. was his rebuttal, grinning all the while. Honestly, she could give him shit for just about anything, and if his being a bottomless pit was her focus, then she was free to beat that dead horse to her heart's content. He knew he could eat hell, if she thought his suggesting a dine-and-dash was just another way to prod her sensitivities, she'd be surprised how many places he left holding the bill. I think Frank likes you, by the way. Not that you probably care what I think. was his reply as she discussed the boy's family, looking around at the slack-jawed idiots staring at those glaring screens of their cellphones, some even walking in pairs and doing it together. Honestly, what was the point? If you were going to walk with someone, at least TRY to engage in a conversation. If this was the modern world of 'normals', then he was more glad than ever that he held on to his ancient secrets. In any event, I figured that much...Partly why I hated coming here when I was free. People are so freaking backwards in this country. Reject something that can help you...Bunch of morons. Ric said after Stella explained the blatantly obvious. Truth be told, America wasn't the only country that was majorly anti-magic or just unaware it was just that they were the most vocal about it. Not really wise considering what those who possessed magical blood and a strong grip of their craft could do. It was an ant challenging a lizard to a fight. And speaking of ants, the Prius definitely made him flinch in a near instant, his hands sparked but quickly fizzled out as the madman driver barreled down the road. Country full of psychopaths...Saving the environment my ass. he muttered in all his years of living, he went to fewer countries that destroyed the native landscape with such malicious intent as North America. While by no means a nature freak, he lacked respect for those that said one thing and did another, or those who ignored the blatantly obvious. Like most 'normals', they prided themselves on being accepting but were just as full of bigotry and prejudice as anyone. And the same went for the magic users, though by and large they were more open about it. Do I now...Funny, the contract never mentioned that little tidbit. was his reply, tapping himself on the head as he refocused on the conversation at hand. Even if he did know about it, he knew he would be restricted on where he would be able to get things. Ignoring her jab at his 'job', he went ahead and launched himself into a story As I'm sure you know, Dregs never really had places to call their own. Not pretty like your nobility and their thousand-acre plots of land, at least. For whatever reason, the Council seemed to loathe the fact that the fact that there were those outside the 'lineage' more powerful than themselves. he started, continuing I don't care for authority. Never have. Rowena felt the same way. Giving a pause, Ric continued She helped me out of a jam, far before I was imprisoned. Let's just say the Council wasn't too fond of me burning out a vampire colony...One, mind you, that was attacking towns for victims as blood banks and new recruits to their numbers. Not sure how much you pay attention to the news, but if you heard about the devastation in that town in Lithuania...That was me. And she helped me escape the coming persecution. His fist clenched as he walked on further with her, surface starting to glow with an ethereal haze as his head hung low, the hood concealing his face from view No matter what those Council dogs tell people, that village was doomed. Not a single unturned soul left. Of all the hundreds that died, there were nothing but vampires there. That last bit was said with a certain bit of heat, Ric starting to show a more 'fiery' side to his otherwise joking disposition. In truth, he despised the Council. Every single one of them. The ones who made these bullshit policies. The ones who would rather treat symptoms of a cause than get to the root of it themselves. But eventually he calmed down, looking back up to where they were headed. They seemed to be closer to the woods. We should be far enough away that we can teleport now. If you feel so inclined.