06-18-2018, 11:00 AM
Radeken had been sleeping. She had dosed herself up with something that fulled her body with a feeling of warm security and passed out hours ago, and that she was awake now was only because her body desperately hurled her back into consciousness so she could get up and pee. So, with her business all done, Rad had really no desire to do anything more than go back and continue sleeping, but the sound of turmoil and tang of blood in the air drew her off course and had her rolling her eyes before she could entirely process what direction she was headed.
Oh, shit. Rin. Now, Radeken didn’t care about Rin, much in the same way that she didn’t really care about anyone here, but she acknowledged the Cleric’s usefulness. So long as Rin was around to play the gentle healer, the good healer, Radeken felt she had so much more wiggle room within which she could pursue her research unbothered while she relied on someone else to shoulder the burden of actual responsibility around here.
So, this sort of sucked, but that didn’t stop the first words out of her mouth from being, “[color=black]Great going, dimwit.” It looked like she and Bastille had it under control, so Radeken didn’t offer her help, and likely wouldn’t unless asked.
Oh, shit. Rin. Now, Radeken didn’t care about Rin, much in the same way that she didn’t really care about anyone here, but she acknowledged the Cleric’s usefulness. So long as Rin was around to play the gentle healer, the good healer, Radeken felt she had so much more wiggle room within which she could pursue her research unbothered while she relied on someone else to shoulder the burden of actual responsibility around here.
So, this sort of sucked, but that didn’t stop the first words out of her mouth from being, “[color=black]Great going, dimwit.” It looked like she and Bastille had it under control, so Radeken didn’t offer her help, and likely wouldn’t unless asked.