08-21-2013, 03:36 PM
With Aria's departure, Hood clicked off the flashlight he had been carrying, leaving the only light that coming from Rune. The room was fairly quiet, aside their breathing and the steady echoing drip of water. There was always dripping water in the underground. There were also always rats, although Hood had set up a few traps and put out some poison in the room to keep them from becoming too much of a problem.
"And that's why I'm still sitting here. By now, your friend has informed your boss. Your boss shows up and shit-for-brains here is dead, it hurts my reputation. My line of work, reputation is very important."
He did find it odd that some important Atharim wanted a Rougarou alive; he wasn't surprised by the thought that maybe they hadn't done much research on the things they hunted.
He was under a rather strong suspicion that they did what they did because they were told to do it, and didn't think twice. Were all Rougarou evil? He had no idea, honestly, he knew little about them to begin with. Cannibals, obviously. Quick healers too. No instant regeneration, but the burns from the Quick Clot had already glazed over nicely. Probably be gone in a few days, if he didn't miss his guess.
So if they didn't really get to know the things they hunted, did they hunt things that weren't actually all that threatening to folks? Just what was the aim with all this? Of course, there was also always the chance that whoever was calling the shots on this one just really wanted to cap one of them personally, and was too old to go on the hunt. That would be a major piss off for him.
"Can't fault you for it, but you know as well as I do that this sucker is called for. You kill this one, another hunter will be forced to try and take one alive somewhere else."
With that, he fell silent and waited. Either Rune would follow suit and clam up, or she would go find herself that shower he had suggested. And some dry clothes. Sitting in the underground would get cold, as wet as she was, and he doubted she was much of a cuddler. He made a mental note to bring down a propane heater at some point.
"And that's why I'm still sitting here. By now, your friend has informed your boss. Your boss shows up and shit-for-brains here is dead, it hurts my reputation. My line of work, reputation is very important."
He did find it odd that some important Atharim wanted a Rougarou alive; he wasn't surprised by the thought that maybe they hadn't done much research on the things they hunted.
He was under a rather strong suspicion that they did what they did because they were told to do it, and didn't think twice. Were all Rougarou evil? He had no idea, honestly, he knew little about them to begin with. Cannibals, obviously. Quick healers too. No instant regeneration, but the burns from the Quick Clot had already glazed over nicely. Probably be gone in a few days, if he didn't miss his guess.
So if they didn't really get to know the things they hunted, did they hunt things that weren't actually all that threatening to folks? Just what was the aim with all this? Of course, there was also always the chance that whoever was calling the shots on this one just really wanted to cap one of them personally, and was too old to go on the hunt. That would be a major piss off for him.
"Can't fault you for it, but you know as well as I do that this sucker is called for. You kill this one, another hunter will be forced to try and take one alive somewhere else."
With that, he fell silent and waited. Either Rune would follow suit and clam up, or she would go find herself that shower he had suggested. And some dry clothes. Sitting in the underground would get cold, as wet as she was, and he doubted she was much of a cuddler. He made a mental note to bring down a propane heater at some point.