Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170421205142/@comment-7262318-20170425213723

Duncan rose early the next morning, and was wandering the halls of the massive building like a lost yet curious child. He figured he wouldn't see this place again for a while, so he might as well see what other little features this castle had.

He had changed back into his regular wasteland attire. Suit was still his, though, he wasn't letting that thing go...

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Rick was up after a long night of ranting and wall-punching. If you haven't caught on by now, Rick's a very angry individual. 200 years of traveling across an irradiated wasteland that he once fought so hard to protect tends to turn you bitter and fill you with enough rage that would drive the average joe insane.

But then again, Rick might already be insane. It was hard to tell...

The ghoul was at the gate, waiting for the King and that Timothy-fellow to finish their speech. He wanted off this island. He had enough of these people.

"You look upset," A voice said to Rick. Rick knew this voice, but he wasn't sure what this voice was doing here.

"Tyrus?" He looked up. Sure enough, it was your friendly neighborhood long-ranged assassin, who had been left at the gate for the night and took a nap there. But he was in now, and if you have a problem with that, direct your arguments to the nearest toilet shack.

"The hell are you doin' here? Helen send you after me?"

"Per the request of Diane," He said, leaning up against the gate with him. "She didn't trust you being so far away from home,"

"Yeah, well fuck her,"  Rick spat. "Teachers pet. Swear to christ, this outfit would be a helluva' lot better if she just fell off a cliff and into a hole..."

Tyrus chuckled. He reached into his pockets and pulled out a lighter and cigarette. "How long you been followin' us?" Rick asked.

"Long enough to get a good read on everything," He said. "I've got my plans made."

"Figures..." Rick said. "Will first, I guess?"

"No, Ward. Then Will. Then Tim. Ward's siblings. And then the tiger," Tyrus corrected him. "I might keep the tiger, though, I know a few men who might like a fur rug..."

Rick rolled his eyes, thought it was impossible to tell behind the mask. "You are one cold-hearted bastard, you know that?"

"Cold hearts tend to last longer," Tyrus shrugged.