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Claude acabó el contenido de la tercera bebida energética de la noche e hizo un perfecto lanzamiento de la lata hacia la basura a poco más de dos metros de distancia. Si le preguntaban, estaba llevando el turno fantástico, considerando lo movido que había sido hasta entonces. ¿Quién decía que la vida de un pueblo era aburrida o monótona? Seguramente alguien que no ha vivido en Safe Haven.
De camino hasta su oficina, se frotó las cuencas de los ojos. Tres horas más y podría volver a casa a dormir... Tres horas más—
"¿Isaac?" Sin poder evitarlo, su atención recayó en el cuerpo de un hombre recostado en una camilla. Era su vecino. Aunque imaginó lo peor, supo calmar los temores cuando se acercó para corroborarle el pulso, mismo que demostró estar en orden. A continuación, repasó el historial médico que le acompañaba y ahí lo encontró: según testimonio de la hermana, el hombre se había desmayado al ver un poco de sangre. ¿Oh?
Pensando que no querría pasar toda la noche allí, humedeció con alcohol un pequeño paño que terminó acercándole a la nariz. "¿Isaac? ¿Estás bien? ¿Cómo te sientes?" Empezó a hablar, sólo por si despertaba...
⌈ claude | @wildyovths ⌋
To put it bluntly, Claude hates the rest of Thedas. He's never left Nevarra without having to deal with some trifling nonsense, or nearly getting his head cut off. Insufferable louts, the lot of them.
So what, exactly, is he doing in a seedy bar in Ferelden, very far from home? That's a great question, and one that he's been pondering for the duration of his "conversation" with a drunken fool asking inappropriate questions about... certain activities one does with the dead in Nevarra. They never get tired of this, do they?
" I might ask you the same things about your giant mutts, " he grumbles after a few minutes of poking and prodding from the man. He'd been rather polite up until this point, all things considered.
The man, aghast at the very thought, stands and tries to take a hard swing. Claude dodges it easily, and it sends the man directly into the table. The ale he'd been nursing goes flying, and Claude sighs. " Are you done making a fool of yourself? " The man clambers back up and tries for another punch, this one barely grazing Claude's shoulder.
He looks over at the witnesses of this pathetic display with a tired expression. " Would any of you like to claim this buffoon? "
❛ you’re standing alone. ❜ he’s just escaped. every flash from a camera unnerves him tonight. ❛ mind if i join ? ❜ /. @hshclaude
“ I wonder if Annette is in the kitchen... ”
To Claude:
Why was my skeletal army too afraid to fight the Templars?
They had no guts!
⌈ claude | @nekrotisch ⌋
" What good is an undead army if they're cowards? " He asks, impassive. " They're already dead. Sounds like an error on your part. "