THUD!
A heavy sound echoed through the ominously lit room. The table vibrated with the force that had struck it. It was if a gavel had struck it, or perhaps someone had slammed their hand down to punctuate that they had come up with a grand idea.
This was not the case. It was merely Rurik's head careening forehead first into the wooden construct, a fine, dark mahogany, as his chin slipped off his palm.
"BWUH! I'm awake!" He was... now. Not before. His head shot up with an unusual quickness, brought about only from the sudden collision. "Did I miss anything important?"
One of the other council members let out an aggravated groan.
"Hey, in my defense, if we didn't keep the room so dark it would be easier for me to stay awake." He crossed his arms defensively, averting his eyes.
"Whatever." Another member sighed. "We're trying to come up with a plan to crush the Vigilante's and St. Laurel's if you'd care to grace us with your wisdom." Laden with sarcasm, of course.
"Ah, I see." Rurik nodded. Of course that was it. "Well, if it's crushing them, then obviously we'll need... something... very heavy."
"That's not-"
"Like a piano."
". . ."
"Or an anvil."
"You watched cartoons earlier, didn't you?"
Rurik folded his hands before his face, a serious, pensive look coming across him. As if he was plotting. ". . .yes." But there was nothing to it. If he hadn't been on the council, he'd hardly have cared about crushing the opposition. Actually? He... still didn't. "I love that rabbit."
The council member pinched the bridge of their nose, trying to remain calm. But alas, "WHY. IS. HE. HERE!?" they failed.
"Because-" WHAM! Rurik had leaned back in his chair, only to accidentally tip it over backwards. However, he simply kicked his heels up to rest them on the table. "Don't worry, I think this is actually more comfortable."
A heavy sound echoed through the ominously lit room. The table vibrated with the force that had struck it. It was if a gavel had struck it, or perhaps someone had slammed their hand down to punctuate that they had come up with a grand idea.
This was not the case. It was merely Rurik's head careening forehead first into the wooden construct, a fine, dark mahogany, as his chin slipped off his palm.
"BWUH! I'm awake!" He was... now. Not before. His head shot up with an unusual quickness, brought about only from the sudden collision. "Did I miss anything important?"
One of the other council members let out an aggravated groan.
"Hey, in my defense, if we didn't keep the room so dark it would be easier for me to stay awake." He crossed his arms defensively, averting his eyes.
"Whatever." Another member sighed. "We're trying to come up with a plan to crush the Vigilante's and St. Laurel's if you'd care to grace us with your wisdom." Laden with sarcasm, of course.
"Ah, I see." Rurik nodded. Of course that was it. "Well, if it's crushing them, then obviously we'll need... something... very heavy."
"That's not-"
"Like a piano."
". . ."
"Or an anvil."
"You watched cartoons earlier, didn't you?"
Rurik folded his hands before his face, a serious, pensive look coming across him. As if he was plotting. ". . .yes." But there was nothing to it. If he hadn't been on the council, he'd hardly have cared about crushing the opposition. Actually? He... still didn't. "I love that rabbit."
The council member pinched the bridge of their nose, trying to remain calm. But alas, "WHY. IS. HE. HERE!?" they failed.
"Because-" WHAM! Rurik had leaned back in his chair, only to accidentally tip it over backwards. However, he simply kicked his heels up to rest them on the table. "Don't worry, I think this is actually more comfortable."
