Re: [tCotR] Bob
Posted: 03 Nov 2013, 17:54
Of all the ******* idiots to stumble upon this meeting and follow Bob back here, it just had to be Roderic. I swear to god, the list of things wrong with this kid was longer than my arm. I was pissed at Robert, though. I'd cracked his skull against the cave wall and he was kind of oozing our special black blood, but he'd be fine.
Normally, I'm a bit more protective of my own, but if he'd let a ******* blood thief trail him back here, he deserved what fuckery was about to take place. 'You're on your own, Robert,' I thought to myself as I stepped back into the shadows, watching the fight.
Of course mister blood thief bit Bob to start out. That was hardly surprising. It kind of amused me that he was being called a Necurat, though. I really, really needed to make sure these fucks were dead dead when I was done with them, instead of like... semi dead and then come back to life-y as soon as I turned my back. This wouldn't be happening if I'd stuck around an extra hour after accidentally offing this guy. Whoops.
So I just watched. At first, the whole fight unfolding in front of me had as much of an effect as a bad movie. Then Roderic started rolling the **** around like Sonic the damn hedgehog. It took a few seconds, but my mild detachment shifted to amusement and horror all at once. What kind of drugs was this guy on? More importantly, would they work on me? If so, where could I get them?
All I could think of were those stupid Bohemian Rhapsody lyrics. 'Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? It's neither, Nix. It's a cracked out dream and I really hope to **** we're not awake right now.' But of course we were. And of course now that I'd compared Roderic to the blue rodent, my mind was superimposing that damn video game's music over this scene.
****. My. Life.
Or... actually, **** Bob's he was looking pretty bad. How the **** was I shipping him out of town without a goddamn arm?! Ugg. At least Roderic seemed to have had enough of the fight and vanished. Good.
But just in case, I'd had it. "Enough!" My voice reverberated off the stones and for a second, I was worried a few of the stalactites hanging out at the top of the cavern would crack off and impale one - or all - of us.
Just as that worry faded, I felt the pathetic fangs of a blood thief sink into my arm.
Normally, I'm a bit more protective of my own, but if he'd let a ******* blood thief trail him back here, he deserved what fuckery was about to take place. 'You're on your own, Robert,' I thought to myself as I stepped back into the shadows, watching the fight.
Of course mister blood thief bit Bob to start out. That was hardly surprising. It kind of amused me that he was being called a Necurat, though. I really, really needed to make sure these fucks were dead dead when I was done with them, instead of like... semi dead and then come back to life-y as soon as I turned my back. This wouldn't be happening if I'd stuck around an extra hour after accidentally offing this guy. Whoops.
So I just watched. At first, the whole fight unfolding in front of me had as much of an effect as a bad movie. Then Roderic started rolling the **** around like Sonic the damn hedgehog. It took a few seconds, but my mild detachment shifted to amusement and horror all at once. What kind of drugs was this guy on? More importantly, would they work on me? If so, where could I get them?
All I could think of were those stupid Bohemian Rhapsody lyrics. 'Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? It's neither, Nix. It's a cracked out dream and I really hope to **** we're not awake right now.' But of course we were. And of course now that I'd compared Roderic to the blue rodent, my mind was superimposing that damn video game's music over this scene.
****. My. Life.
Or... actually, **** Bob's he was looking pretty bad. How the **** was I shipping him out of town without a goddamn arm?! Ugg. At least Roderic seemed to have had enough of the fight and vanished. Good.
But just in case, I'd had it. "Enough!" My voice reverberated off the stones and for a second, I was worried a few of the stalactites hanging out at the top of the cavern would crack off and impale one - or all - of us.
Just as that worry faded, I felt the pathetic fangs of a blood thief sink into my arm.