One Irritated Riddick

[itsananimalthing]

WHO | Riddick and OPEN
WHAT | Riddick's hanging around being creepy and annoyed
WHEN | Evening of the Cornucopia
WHERE | The ruins
WARNINGS / NOTES | Riddick's dirty mouth and bad attitude


Not many people had tried taking Riddick out at the big shell thing. It was almost disappointing. But regardless, he'd hopped off his platform at last once the bloodbath had settled and sauntered off into the ruins to explore, ignoring the supplies left behind and the bodies fallen on the ground. Dark was falling now, but that wasn't a problem: he could stand a little cold, and all he had to do was pull his goggles off as the light dimmed.

In fact, he rather preferred it.

So he kept moving, kept his eyes open, and his ears alert for company as he sifted through the ancient equipment and rat-eaten refuse quietly and without really disturbing much-- but he wasn't here to kill anybody. For once in his life, these days, it seemed like. At least, not unless they tried to kill him first.

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[itsananimalthing]

Ignoring Draco's discomfort-- Riddick was used to it, anyway-- he hitched a shoulder and reiterated, "First time in here, yeah. Fresh off the ship, or whatever the fuck that thing is that gets us here. Ain't told much except 'get in there and kill people'." As if he'd bother doing what he was told. "Like I said. Ain't had time for any parties yet."

[mudbloodhater]

"You should listen to them. Otherwise they get bored." Draco wrinkled his nose in the darkness, scuffing one foot against the gritty floor. "It's better if everything in here is exciting."

[itsananimalthing]

"I'll worry 'bout that once they start to scold me." Riddick needed to know where the line was before he knew when and how to best cross it, after all. He wasn't particularly fond of authority in general, much less the kind that kidnapped him and threw him into deathmatches. Though at least this one wasn't planning on putting him in stasis afterwards.

He levered himself to his feet. "Anyway, gotta survive this thing first."

[mudbloodhater]

He chewed his lip, unsure if 'scolding' was quite what one wanted to achieve. All he wanted was to get out of there, alive or dead didn't matter; the death part hurt like hell, but at least he was back in the Capitol, where things weren't quite as hard as they were in here. Where he wasn't fighting for his life.

"Are you leaving?"

[itsananimalthing]

"Not gonna be exciting for all those people watchin' just sitting here," Riddick pointed out, dusting off his hands now that he was on his feet. "You staying?" Having Draco following him around would slow him down-- but he wasn't really all that worried about sudden death here, to be honest. Not like he would've been elsewhere. They were just people, after all.

[mudbloodhater]

"Yeah. I'm staying," Draco responded simply after a moment, sniffing a little as he rested his chin on his knees. The more unnoticed he went, the longer he'd live, he was sure; if he could just let everyone else kill each other off- Well, that was certainly one way to go about things.

[itsananimalthing]

"A'right. Try'n keep safe, kid." And with that, Riddick headed off to the doorway out of the room. He wanted to find out more about this place, and he couldn't do that sitting still.