[center][h2][color=CFD3C6]Rurik Alexeev[/color][/h2][/center]
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Rurik looked left to right, as if in disbelief. Was... Bak... pleased? He actually flinched a little when she touched him, expecting a sudden change in attitude, but no, she was genuinely happy. He was willing to run with that. He supposed maybe he'd done just enough to gain her approval and if she wasn't going to blame him for their opponent's escape that was fine by him.

[color=CFD3C6]"Oh, uh, yeah we ran into some students from St. Laurels. I blew up half the building and sent them back to the first floor..."[/color] His explanation ventured into hyperbole, but the end result was true enough. [color=CFD3C6]"Also I helped Thobias nearly drown Christine's sister, but it's OK because she deserved it."[/color] Rurik rolled his eyes. 

Just that brief retelling of events seemed to remind Rurik of just how tired he was. He'd been broiled by Katherine, demolished two hotel floors, and then been ported around until he'd puked. Also whatever weird psychic bullshit Samoth had done to him. 

He staggered over to Christine, [color=CFD3C6]"So, remember what I said about [i]you[/i] taking the next fight?"[/color] he said to her, and in an uncharacteristic display of physical interaction just sort of draped himself over her shoulders, resting his forehead on her and letting her support some of his weight. He glanced up at Bak once he'd had a moment to collect himself, [color=CFD3C6]"And how has your day gone? I don't suppose we're done here yet?"[/color] his voice held a mixture of sarcasm and desperate impatience.

He wasn't sure he cared about what Bak had been up to, but it was only polite to ask... or... something.