[Faris groans. His head feels like there's an angry adamantoise in it. And that's weird, because for various reasons, Faris doesn't do the kind of drinking that results in waking up with a head that feels like there's an angry adamantoise in it.
He sits up and rubs at his aching skull and finds a sizable bump. Damn. And he's got... what... iron bangles on? Faris clinks them together. He doesn't like that.
And the other thing? He's not alone in here. Looks like an old man with an eyepatch. Faris doesn't recognize him, but he's not dressed like one of the folk who live here... another riftfarer?]
[Walter, on the other hand, was having the best dream since he'd arrived. The sounds of gunfire all around him, the nearby crackle of fire from his mortar just outside the building. He'd heard his teammates down two people in the final squad and he'd seen the last one duck behind cover. Aiming, with his arm outstretched, he launched his knuckle towards their hiding spot.
It wasn't long before a bell sounded and fanfare erupted all around him. "You are the Apex Champio—"
But it's cut short, replaced by the shout of someone he'd never heard of before. Almost feels like he's back in his home planet. He yawns before cracking his eye open, unable to take in his surroundings in his newly awoken state.]
Not really. [Faris bangs one wrist against the stone wall of their shared cell, making the iron ring out unpleasantly.] Unless you were expecting to wake up in irons. What'd you do last night, and how the hell did you manage to involve me in it?
[Faris can't remember committing any crime last night, and he's pretty sure that if he'd done something to piss off the Paladins, they'd at least give some kind of explanation for banging him in the clink. Obviously he must have gotten caught in the consequences of whatever this guy, whoever he is, did.]
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He sits up and rubs at his aching skull and finds a sizable bump. Damn. And he's got... what... iron bangles on? Faris clinks them together. He doesn't like that.
And the other thing? He's not alone in here. Looks like an old man with an eyepatch. Faris doesn't recognize him, but he's not dressed like one of the folk who live here... another riftfarer?]
Hey! Old man! Wake up!
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It wasn't long before a bell sounded and fanfare erupted all around him. "You are the Apex Champio—"
But it's cut short, replaced by the shout of someone he'd never heard of before. Almost feels like he's back in his home planet. He yawns before cracking his eye open, unable to take in his surroundings in his newly awoken state.]
And a good morning to you, too, mate.
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[Faris can't remember committing any crime last night, and he's pretty sure that if he'd done something to piss off the Paladins, they'd at least give some kind of explanation for banging him in the clink. Obviously he must have gotten caught in the consequences of whatever this guy, whoever he is, did.]