Ugh, seriously... Do they REALLY gotta keep riding my ass every time I so much as walk by??
[ A beat. Two beats as Ragna finds himself venturing through the maze by himself once again, mismatched hues glancing to his Watch upon his wrist. He should really customize the face of it some time; he has no excuse being here as long as he has now. But every time the screen lights up, he's reminded of his rank in the top right corner of the clock. Still a real diamond in the rough as a 2 of ♢s. A frown mars his lips before muttering: ] 'course they do...
[ It's just par for the course for being among the lower ranks. On one hand? The lack of attention given to Ragna by the staff suits him just fine; on the other hand, what attention he is given is dismissive and degrading as hell. There's second-class and then there's being on the bottom of the deck. So when they remind him AGAIN not to cause a disturbance in the maze or go barging through the walls of floral decor, it only serves to piss him off further. Not to mention it almost feels like the layout has changed on him again since he last came in here. His sense of direction wasn't that bad?! And the various "treasures" have been shuffled around on him, too. Because he sure as hell didn't recognize the one that managed to dupe him earlier.
Damn Mimics... Surely the hotel staff won't miss one treasure chest after getting axe kicked into a bunch of splintered pieces.
He'd intended to reach the centre of the maze one more time, but, after getting accosted by...whatever the hell THAT freakish reward was, Ragna's just lost all motivation to stay. Screw this. He's going anywhere else but here. Sure as hell not back to the deep basement. What was Weiss up to? Hell, he could go for a drink with Scott right about now if the King isn't entangled up. Or if anyone he knew was occupied already, maybe he'll just go back to the Red Cardinal to unwind. It's about the only "safe" space in this goddamn smuthole of a casino.
Unfortunately, his piss poor, mumbling and grumbling mood is being dragged down these floral labyrinth halls until he rounds the corner just in time for an equally pissy lioness to glare daggers at him and: ]
Cum again??
[ Whoa, lady. He was LITERALLY just rounding the corner?? ]
nice fuck you got there. would be a shame if somebody came on it.
[ A beat. Two beats as Ragna finds himself venturing through the maze by himself once again, mismatched hues glancing to his Watch upon his wrist. He should really customize the face of it some time; he has no excuse being here as long as he has now. But every time the screen lights up, he's reminded of his rank in the top right corner of the clock. Still a real diamond in the rough as a 2 of ♢s. A frown mars his lips before muttering: ] 'course they do...
[ It's just par for the course for being among the lower ranks. On one hand? The lack of attention given to Ragna by the staff suits him just fine; on the other hand, what attention he is given is dismissive and degrading as hell. There's second-class and then there's being on the bottom of the deck. So when they remind him AGAIN not to cause a disturbance in the maze or go barging through the walls of floral decor, it only serves to piss him off further. Not to mention it almost feels like the layout has changed on him again since he last came in here. His sense of direction wasn't that bad?! And the various "treasures" have been shuffled around on him, too. Because he sure as hell didn't recognize the one that managed to dupe him earlier.
Damn Mimics... Surely the hotel staff won't miss one treasure chest after getting axe kicked into a bunch of splintered pieces.
He'd intended to reach the centre of the maze one more time, but, after getting accosted by...whatever the hell THAT freakish reward was, Ragna's just lost all motivation to stay. Screw this. He's going anywhere else but here. Sure as hell not back to the deep basement. What was Weiss up to? Hell, he could go for a drink with Scott right about now if the King isn't entangled up. Or if anyone he knew was occupied already, maybe he'll just go back to the Red Cardinal to unwind. It's about the only "safe" space in this goddamn smuthole of a casino.
Unfortunately, his piss poor, mumbling and grumbling mood is being dragged down these floral labyrinth halls until he rounds the corner just in time for an equally pissy lioness to glare daggers at him and: ]
Cum again??
[ Whoa, lady. He was LITERALLY just rounding the corner?? ]