dramatispersonae | Tiger's Eye

Entry tags:

Tiger's Eye

[You find yourselves surrounded by mud walls and a ceiling, the grass of the clearing still dense under your feet. The room is well-lit by the usual lights that litter Aather during the night. There is a small pool of water in one corner and a piece of paper stuck to one of the walls]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Is your team comfortable with this?

If you won't do it, I will.

Oh really? That's unexpected.

[blade is retracting, and he takes the knife.]

But maybe that means I don't know you very well.

It's only pain. I remember being trained to endure it.

Is that the same for you?

[Watching...]

Yes. Or would I assume yes, from my memories.

[he's stripping off his robes-- he's got several scars under there, and one extremely obvious, recent one in his side.]

I see. Was it a job of sorts?

[Looking at the recent one]

Where'd that one come from?

I'm an assassin. As for the scar, I don't know. I hope I will soon.

I'll need a shirt to bandage it.

[Shirt get]

Thanks.

[ALRIGHT, WHERE IS A GOOD PLACE TO STAB MYSELF. Well, nowhere.

But the easy, obvious answer is in the gut.

So, he readies the blade.

Stabbing is go. :|b]