Post by Zidane Tribal on Mar 2, 2020 15:07:45 GMT -5
The rogue had never been some swashbuckling outcast or dashing debonaire of decedent dreams and dares. He did not cast himself into the hierarchy of a thief that needed one more big score or a cutthroat that would hold ransom a pretty face for an extra sack of gil. He considered himself casually criminal, hardly worth the time of guards or even to be plastered on a wanted poster. While a daredevil sometimes on the rope for a challenge it had never been at the accostment of an innocent or at the risk of a noble losing their fortune, even if that was what many of them here deserved with their blood money. Maybe he had become soft, or disillusioned. Either way he never really liked the place.
It was boring.
Predictable.
He never found it necessary to return after his travels with the others, but he found himself back here again and again. Since his adventure he had returned to stop the mad rampage of a gold-collecting demon. Another time he found himself attempting to clear Amarant’s good name and now --? “Well at least it isn’t a bloody card game.” It had left a bad taste in his mouth. He sort of quit playing since then, giving his deck to the kids.
The rogue had settled at Doctor Tot’s tower. It was, fairly, more comfortable than many of the places here simply because the roost had a bird’s eye view of the city below and it was the easiest to reach from the Castle. He supposed, despite anything, the walk cleared his head. His feet were kicked up on the bird’s desk as his hands clutched the back of his head. The fifth, lazy, limber, limb languidly lurked about the drawers of the desk. Tot himself was on the third shelf, to the left, above the catwalk by the globe, in search of some book or another requested by Dagger. Speaking of, where was she? He had been here since yesterday awaiting her arrival. He was bored, anxious and overzealous if he were truly honest with himself. The sooner they overcame this the sooner he could go and find restful slumber by her side. The thought piqued his curiosity.
“Though if we went on our own little adventure . . . ?” His gloved hands rubbed his chin. While not consumed by the wanderlust of his past the thought of having a jubilant adventure with Dagger that did not risk life and limb for the sake of this world or another he would really find that romantic! Garnet Alexandros
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
