[It's not every day Rhus is taken aback by something. Either he notices it coming thanks to his Miqo'te senses... or he's too deep in his pipe to give a flying godsdamn.
Except the situation is neither. And the Warrior of Light cant even tell what exactly he's taken aback by. Is it the sudden slam of the door as it's shoved open so suddenly and violently? Is it because he's so high? Is it because he's almost naked, only in a pair of shorts and lounging on the bed as he smokes? Is it the sight of Logan wandering in looking like a human pincushion?
(Is that a fuma shuriken?)]
What in the-- [Rhus scrambles to some sort of seating position. What?? Who?? Question marks?!?!?]
[ Logan's explanation is as crass and simple as the rest of him: ] I fucking [ the door slams loudly, rattling on its hinges ] hate ninjas.
[ It's an extremely large shuriken, indeed. Logan doesn't even bother pulling it out as he sits on the bed and bleeds appropriately on the sheets.
The smell of fogweed is clear enough he knows Rhus is high, but he rants anyway, lifting one knee high to undo the laces of his boots. ]
This is all Daredevil's fucking fault, never wanting to kill his enemies-- you know we wouldn't have the fucking Hand on my ass with their undead motherfucking zombie ghost ninjas if he just said, "oh, yeah, I'm fine with killing murderous corpse disrespecting motherfuckers", but no! [ The boot is undone, kicked roughly off his foot to slam into the wall and then slide down sadly. Logan works on the next one. ] Daredevil's just as fucking pussy as the rest of them, which means Elektra ain't gonna be slaughtering the Hand any time soon, and so every fucking time they attack me and shove weapons into my body like it's a god damn competition--
[Rhus takes note to not reveal to Logan that he can become a ninja at any given time because clearly this is more than just bad blood. He's heard of the Hand before, little whispers here and there, but he never knew they reached this far into the West.
He drops his pipe onto the bedside table and scrambles towards Logan, taking the fuma shuriken in hand, uncaring about how it nicks his skin, and yanks it out.]
So what-- why are they here? Just for you??
[But the bigger question is: does Rhus care? Because his temper is bubbling up despite his smoking habit, and already the beast-like nature that made him a terror on the battlefield is creeping into his mind. He probably wont even get to ask them why, because they'd all be dead once he gets his claws on them.
Of course, Rhus knows that Logan has assassins after him, he's already been on the receiving end of such attempts before, but he has not seen Logan this angry enough to rant about them. Of course, being dead at the time certainly didn't help... And he'd revived quick enough to see the man in the middle of a feral berserker rage over his body, so circumstances back then were different than they are now.
But is the Hand part of this constant hunt for Logan?]
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/cracks knuckles
Except the situation is neither. And the Warrior of Light cant even tell what exactly he's taken aback by. Is it the sudden slam of the door as it's shoved open so suddenly and violently? Is it because he's so high? Is it because he's almost naked, only in a pair of shorts and lounging on the bed as he smokes? Is it the sight of Logan wandering in looking like a human pincushion?
(Is that a fuma shuriken?)]
What in the-- [Rhus scrambles to some sort of seating position. What?? Who?? Question marks?!?!?]
God
[ It's an extremely large shuriken, indeed. Logan doesn't even bother pulling it out as he sits on the bed and bleeds appropriately on the sheets.
The smell of fogweed is clear enough he knows Rhus is high, but he rants anyway, lifting one knee high to undo the laces of his boots. ]
This is all Daredevil's fucking fault, never wanting to kill his enemies-- you know we wouldn't have the fucking Hand on my ass with their undead motherfucking zombie ghost ninjas if he just said, "oh, yeah, I'm fine with killing murderous corpse disrespecting motherfuckers", but no! [ The boot is undone, kicked roughly off his foot to slam into the wall and then slide down sadly. Logan works on the next one. ] Daredevil's just as fucking pussy as the rest of them, which means Elektra ain't gonna be slaughtering the Hand any time soon, and so every fucking time they attack me and shove weapons into my body like it's a god damn competition--
/eyebrow waggle
He drops his pipe onto the bedside table and scrambles towards Logan, taking the fuma shuriken in hand, uncaring about how it nicks his skin, and yanks it out.]
So what-- why are they here? Just for you??
[But the bigger question is: does Rhus care? Because his temper is bubbling up despite his smoking habit, and already the beast-like nature that made him a terror on the battlefield is creeping into his mind. He probably wont even get to ask them why, because they'd all be dead once he gets his claws on them.
Of course, Rhus knows that Logan has assassins after him, he's already been on the receiving end of such attempts before, but he has not seen Logan this angry enough to rant about them. Of course, being dead at the time certainly didn't help... And he'd revived quick enough to see the man in the middle of a feral berserker rage over his body, so circumstances back then were different than they are now.
But is the Hand part of this constant hunt for Logan?]