theycallmeghost (theycallmeghost) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-08-20 12:37:00 |
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Fuck this hotel, fuck it's stupid antics, and fuck Mitch Rapp. He was going to kill that man. When he got a gun, he was just going to shoot him and call it a day. Of course, there was the account of the rest of the people in the hotel. Some were probably not keen on allowing him to just shoot and end Rapp's existence. Of course that didn't mean much to him, he'd be satisfied. Though, there was the point that someone lit someone else on fire and not suffering any consequences, so who said he'd face any. These were variables he had no answers for. He didn't like it. Though, being outside in the fresh air, avoiding the pool, the shower, and the anything that could turn him back into a wish, he found a man with what looked like a full metal spear. He watched carefully from a distance. It was training? Maybe just simple practice, but regardless he knew what he was doing with it. The thing about the hotel, there were so many people of so many cultures he didn't understand that it was all new and fascinating. All ammunition for himself later in time. Then there was the armor. That was next level stuff he had never seen. Almost like it was from outer space and not of this world. Leaning on a tree watching, Ronnie finally spoke up. "I'd say you're good," He called out and when the person turned to look, Ronnie raised a hand and gestured a bit. "The spear or stick or whatever. I'd say you're good, but I've never used one so I don't have the faintest clue how to wield it." Pushing off the tree and moving closer he tilted his head some. "Is that whole thing metal? What's it made of?" It had to be heavy. |