75th day of Winter 511 AV
When Bob finally regained consciousness he could see that it was a place that he did not want to be in. Some badly lit room full of junk lying around, much like a storage room to keep things in. There was no identifying what was inside those big crates but Bob could tell that keeping just things was not the only use of the facility. He could hear it even if his eyes were not well adjusted yet. Cries of defiance, sobs of resignation, not a place he wanted to be in that was for sure. How exactly did he get here? The last thing he remembered was trying to go back with..."Jinsen! Where are you Jinsen?" but then the dog never came. The only response Bob got was from a boy who told him that he was the only one who came and that was not even the best part. The best part was that they were all going to be sold as slaves somewhere away from Alvadas. The glorious allure of child labour.
But Bob was no child. Heck before that he actually thought that the reason he got captured was because he won too much gambling earlier. It was a good story too if he decided to tell this child. Alvads were just so easy to trick given their flippy personality and someone unhappy of being swindled would have been a better boast than being mistaken as a child especially when there were so many people in the table and it was that horrible midget who tried to make himself the most important one there. It was wickedly manipulating everyone from the start. First round on seeing his cards Bob told announced that "I don't want to pay the joining fee?" and tossed his cards back on the table in a faked fit, suggesting that he was about to lose when his cards were actually the best ones of all just to get everyone else to raise their bets and when they did he called them all a bunch of "suckers!" revealing his cards and grabbing all their mizas.
Once they were wise up to his tricks they never again believed what he had to say but then would Bob actually care about that? Just like the rest he also knew what he wanted about them from what he saw throughout the game and the way he used that knowledge was just plain evil. Singling out the one who had the most money among them he told all his habits and methods just as he did them like "why are you hiding your cards again? You should just bail out" or "you know what? I don't like to give you my mizas so I am out for now..." allowing the rest of the table to follow him. No, that day was not to gain much mizas at all. It was just all about the rush of exhilaration with the fact that he was just dominating everyone else despite what he had to give up on. Evil little demons who have to part by admitting that "well, its been a pleasure taking your mizas" really did deserve the fate of being a slave but not getting randomly getting picked off the street as a kid!
Bob could not blame anyone for making that common mistake especially when it was late at night and he was for some reason in that outrageous pirate costume of his. The kidnappers were probably thinking that he was just going home from some Alvadas costume party. He could have kicked their asses with his canesword but he was caught by surprise. He could try it now but he was tied up as well and the weapon was nowhere in sight now. It had better be with that stupid dog wherever it was right now or else. "So can you tell me where are our hosts right now?" he asked the boy who did not know either. "Gives us more time to plan then...can you fight?" What? He was a boy, how can he not be good at fighting! Did Bob have to do everything since he was the adult? "Great, why are kids always so useless?" Bob uttered dissatisfied as he started to think for himself but he soon had to change his views when the smartmouth gave a quip about escaping and was out pf his ropes. "How did you do that?" Bob asked a little bit surprised.
No he did not care about how long and how much work he put into the ropes just as long as the brat could "get me out of here! Please...?" pleading pitifully with promises that "we will be more successful if we work together" and trying to gain authority by exposing that "I am an adult you know?" until he reached the plain stupid "a great pirate if you cannot tell from my clothes." Finally though the kid agreed and Bob told him to "use the dagger inside my coat." Thank the gods that those kidnappers were stupid enough to presume that he had nothing good on him, or maybe they were just waiting until next time but Bob was not going to try asking them because "we need to get out of here!" Quickly he got out from behind the box they were kept at to find a few other children bound the same way they were. "What are you do..." Nevermind. They were obviously kidnapped as well.
When Bob finally regained consciousness he could see that it was a place that he did not want to be in. Some badly lit room full of junk lying around, much like a storage room to keep things in. There was no identifying what was inside those big crates but Bob could tell that keeping just things was not the only use of the facility. He could hear it even if his eyes were not well adjusted yet. Cries of defiance, sobs of resignation, not a place he wanted to be in that was for sure. How exactly did he get here? The last thing he remembered was trying to go back with..."Jinsen! Where are you Jinsen?" but then the dog never came. The only response Bob got was from a boy who told him that he was the only one who came and that was not even the best part. The best part was that they were all going to be sold as slaves somewhere away from Alvadas. The glorious allure of child labour.
But Bob was no child. Heck before that he actually thought that the reason he got captured was because he won too much gambling earlier. It was a good story too if he decided to tell this child. Alvads were just so easy to trick given their flippy personality and someone unhappy of being swindled would have been a better boast than being mistaken as a child especially when there were so many people in the table and it was that horrible midget who tried to make himself the most important one there. It was wickedly manipulating everyone from the start. First round on seeing his cards Bob told announced that "I don't want to pay the joining fee?" and tossed his cards back on the table in a faked fit, suggesting that he was about to lose when his cards were actually the best ones of all just to get everyone else to raise their bets and when they did he called them all a bunch of "suckers!" revealing his cards and grabbing all their mizas.
Once they were wise up to his tricks they never again believed what he had to say but then would Bob actually care about that? Just like the rest he also knew what he wanted about them from what he saw throughout the game and the way he used that knowledge was just plain evil. Singling out the one who had the most money among them he told all his habits and methods just as he did them like "why are you hiding your cards again? You should just bail out" or "you know what? I don't like to give you my mizas so I am out for now..." allowing the rest of the table to follow him. No, that day was not to gain much mizas at all. It was just all about the rush of exhilaration with the fact that he was just dominating everyone else despite what he had to give up on. Evil little demons who have to part by admitting that "well, its been a pleasure taking your mizas" really did deserve the fate of being a slave but not getting randomly getting picked off the street as a kid!
Bob could not blame anyone for making that common mistake especially when it was late at night and he was for some reason in that outrageous pirate costume of his. The kidnappers were probably thinking that he was just going home from some Alvadas costume party. He could have kicked their asses with his canesword but he was caught by surprise. He could try it now but he was tied up as well and the weapon was nowhere in sight now. It had better be with that stupid dog wherever it was right now or else. "So can you tell me where are our hosts right now?" he asked the boy who did not know either. "Gives us more time to plan then...can you fight?" What? He was a boy, how can he not be good at fighting! Did Bob have to do everything since he was the adult? "Great, why are kids always so useless?" Bob uttered dissatisfied as he started to think for himself but he soon had to change his views when the smartmouth gave a quip about escaping and was out pf his ropes. "How did you do that?" Bob asked a little bit surprised.
No he did not care about how long and how much work he put into the ropes just as long as the brat could "get me out of here! Please...?" pleading pitifully with promises that "we will be more successful if we work together" and trying to gain authority by exposing that "I am an adult you know?" until he reached the plain stupid "a great pirate if you cannot tell from my clothes." Finally though the kid agreed and Bob told him to "use the dagger inside my coat." Thank the gods that those kidnappers were stupid enough to presume that he had nothing good on him, or maybe they were just waiting until next time but Bob was not going to try asking them because "we need to get out of here!" Quickly he got out from behind the box they were kept at to find a few other children bound the same way they were. "What are you do..." Nevermind. They were obviously kidnapped as well.
