" Lucius Ryder, you said? " he casted a clearly rhetorical inquiry in order to engrave the name inside the very metaphysical entrails of his mind.
" That will certainly be a name I shall remember " he said, pointing his index finger against the side of his head, suggesting the obvious.
The bounty hunter's story erected deep interest inside Robert. But it was unsure whether his last phrase could suggest that he will employ his services at a later date or not.
He turns his head sideways, contemplating and pondering what has been said. This permitted his sight to drift away. Out of a sudden, his eyes widened as if their size tried to compete with the size of plates waiting to be filled with the latest delicacies, all while his skin turned pale, engulfing itself into a shade of white only seen in the coats of ghosts.
His eyes gazed at the nefarious: He saw that the bar was there no more. His head now was entirely puzzled, depraved, murky thoughts sculpting and depicting any possible scenario that could have lead to such an affront filled his mind, while dazzling ideas of repairing what was damaged invaded what was already occupied.
Out of a sudden, a genial, cordial and extremely efficient solution erected in his mind: " I shall make Sean responsible of this " he thought, and with that his typical, satirically jovial and slytherin nature resume, while the pale of his face dissipated.
He turned back towards Lucius and with a big, cutting grin he said:
" I am afraid you must excuse me, monsieur, for I must depart. It seems like I have some business to attend to " he said, pointing his left hand towards the ransacked bar with excessive subtlety.
" Au revoir, monsieur! " he exalted as he raised himself from the chair. He then extended his hand towards Lucius for a handshake according to courtesy.
He could then be easily spotted amongst the surroundings as he was walking in a steady rhythm towards the damaged, but somehow ( barely ) functional bar.
When he arrived, he found himself standing right next to DD and a man of kusarian origins, but his mind was filled with entirely other thoughts to notice.
" Where is Sean? " he asked deliberately, letting his words to exude the tight clutches of his lips, only to venture forth, with no determined destination, all while his palm was repeatedly beating on the bar stand, or what was left of it, in anxiety, or perhaps: excitement.
(08-10-2015, 07:03 PM)Antonio- Wrote: King Eduard is the greatest
