Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
Touchy, wasn't she. Aiden raised both eyebrows at her suddenly extremely violent and withdrawn demeanor. He'd expected maybe some anger, but nothing to this level. If people found out about her skill then yes, they'd likely bog her down with complaints and requests, but really, why get so angry at him? He'd only spill the beans if she wound up being a raging bitch and ... hell, he didn't know. Dumping his murderous intentions all across the forums.
"Then just be glad I've got all the stuff I need for now. I'll be sure to tell you if I break them all and need more." If all the stakes got smashed against walls or lost during attacks and all the crosses wound up snapped ... or tossed down the stairwell and stepped on. Aiden ignored her request for a second drink and continued to slowly nurse his own, train of thought momentarily derailed in the field of 'why would I more than ten stakes for this' and the furious depression that tended to go hand-in-hand with the subject.