Rupert Giles

The world is not always as it seems. Life and death can sometimes be a lie. Oh, and apparently there are monsters. (BtVS. RP) #Owlette #CouncilReloaded

[Rupert Giles @ALostWatcher]

@R_Wyndam_Pryce -- to regret lashing out. And he's going to have to get ready for whatever punishment may come.

[Rupert Giles @ALostWatcher]

@R_Wyndam_Pryce -- find a way to get answers to that as well. There's an ever-growing list in his mind. A list of everything he needs to do before he can get out of here. Before he can go and tell...someone.

But first, first...

First he's very much going --

[Rupert Giles @ALostWatcher]

@R_Wyndam_Pryce <

"Who are you?"

[Rupert Giles @ALostWatcher]

@R_Wyndam_Pryce < Hostile 25's fingers begin to twitch. They remember doing things. Something. They remember being useful. They remember writing things down, holding open books, tracing a finger along faded lines of ink. They remember things that he doesn't. >

[Rupert Giles @ALostWatcher]

@R_Wyndam_Pryce < in this new life will be as gentle with him.

[Rupert Giles @ALostWatcher]

@R_Wyndam_Pryce < but once he's drunk all that he can, he begins to nibble on the meager slices he's been given. Tiny bites, chewed until it's nothing but mush and then swallowed. It still hurts, but it's somewhat easier.

Somehow he doubts everything else >

[Rupert Giles @ALostWatcher]

@R_Wyndam_Pryce < the thing it pertains to is meaningless. Empty words. A waste of breath. Precious breath that takes so much energy to take in and out.

"I don't know." Is the eventual reply, coming after much consideration. "I don't...know?"

[Rupert Giles @ALostWatcher]

@R_Wyndam_Pryce < edge of it all. Those eyes will haunt him until the day he dies. Cold. Lifeless. Without mercy.

"My name?" He blinks, a confused expression fixing itself on his face.

Why...why does the man want to know that? What good is a name when >