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 Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 11:27 am
Ras moved because Gilda did, although he gave the Casino a long and weary look.
He hesitated only once, touching Gilda's sleeve, and shaking his head gloomily.
"I don't think we should," and with a touch of superstition, "My luck has always been..."
But it was cold outside, and the howls of the undying were close. Ras wrapped his jacket closer to him. He'd go if Gilda said so. But...
"I'm not playing anything," he said flatly.
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 11:34 am
True to his word, he stood by stiffly, hunched over Gilda like a sullen hawk as she played a round of Poker.
His expression grew even more morose as she lost the hand.
"I knew it," he whispered, "it's probably me, I'm..." bad luck. He'd probably effected her with an aura of it. He was also dizzy. He felt- not good. He needed to find a seat. He reached to take her shoulder and steady himself...
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 11:39 am
Ras did not talk once he woke, although it was a good thing his arms had been bound, because his normally friendly eyes burned with murderous hatred.
He did not call for Gilda, although every part of him quaked with her unspoken Name, both his hands clenched into fists. They had her. They had her. They'd touched her. They'd taken their filthy hands and bruised her skin with their fingers, ringed her neck with their devices, and he struggled as he was dragged in furious silence into the next room.
When they asked him to select a patron, he spat on the floor and bared his teeth, glaring holes through the terrified people opposite- and right now, what did they matter?
His captors cleared their throat awkwardly, and took the glaring to mean he had selected the boy. Rasputin struggled still against his bonds. "Gilda," he said finally, all dry spittle, "Not them, not-"
The boy ran, and the rest of what Ras had to say was drowned out with gunfire. Ras closed his eyes, tight. He knew this game. Do what you were told. Get along with the other prisoners. If they'd touched her...
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