Night 41: M51-60 Hallway

[tartaros-avatar.livejournal.com]

Recluse had used his uneventful dinner as time to hammer out and sharpen a new blade for Scourge, and do maintenance on the rest of his own weapons, then changing into his black Arachnos officer's uniform, ready for the night. Then, it had simply been a matter of waiting, impatiently as always, for the doors to unlock.

At least that pompous fool didn't lecture them all that long-windedly tonight. He slipped out into the hallway as soon as his door was unlocked, red eyes glowing dimly in the pitch black corridor.

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Re: M53

[haplesstracker.livejournal.com]

He'd learned from the best.

"Of course, Lord Recluse, of course." Scourge bowed his head in fearful deference to his lord of the moment, then shot a glance at the door. Somehow the threat of spiders between here and his room didn't seem so frightening.

"May I go now? I'm s-sure you have no further need of me," he said with a shiver.

Re: M53

[tartaros-avatar.livejournal.com]

Recluse's eyes narrowed slightly, but he made no threatening moves. "Leave. There is nothing more that I wish from you tonight." Tonight. He was not one to waste resources.

Re: M53

[haplesstracker.livejournal.com]

"Yes, Lord Recluse." Scourge barely noticed how his legs were shaking as he stood. Stupid human body, having all these automatic reactions every time he got scared, it was hard enough walking out of here with a shred of dignity without having to fight to control every organ in his torso and muscle in his legs.

He didn't dare ask for the bag back, just ducked out the door as fast as he could.