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knightsoflegend2013-08-04 09:40 pm
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Back in the Saddle Again!
Who // Richard B. Riddick, whoever wants to run into him [open]
What // Riddick is back in the castle after a very extended... vacation or something like that
Where // In the castle's main foyer, literally just walking through the front door
When // Sunday, August 4th
How // Actionspam, threadjacking always welcome
Riddick wasn't really one to keep in touch with people... well ever really, but mostly while on a mission. Which is where he had been, for a while. Once that mission was finished though, he took some time for himself and just sort of... disappeared for a few months. No phone calls, no letters, not even a postcard. What a jerk.
After those few months of being all out of touch with everyone in the castle here he comes strolling casually through the front door, no luggage, and still looking like he gives no fucks. Which he doesn't.
Hit him with your best shot.
What // Riddick is back in the castle after a very extended... vacation or something like that
Where // In the castle's main foyer, literally just walking through the front door
When // Sunday, August 4th
How // Actionspam, threadjacking always welcome
Riddick wasn't really one to keep in touch with people... well ever really, but mostly while on a mission. Which is where he had been, for a while. Once that mission was finished though, he took some time for himself and just sort of... disappeared for a few months. No phone calls, no letters, not even a postcard. What a jerk.
After those few months of being all out of touch with everyone in the castle here he comes strolling casually through the front door, no luggage, and still looking like he gives no fucks. Which he doesn't.
Hit him with your best shot.
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[What was this strange feeling he was getting? He felt all...warm and almost...big brother-y. Someone had missed him. Perhaps several someone's had missed him. He wasn't sure how comfortable he was with all that, but there it was, nattering at him like he'd run away from home and expected him to apologize for making her worry.]
I'll give you a phone call the next time I leave, okay?
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I went a couple places. New York was the big one.
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What'd you do there? Threaten the statue of liberty?