ask-rook

[ask-rook]

maybe I really do have to accept responsibility.

goddamn it. screw that stupid dog.

[ask-rook]

goddamn it. screw that stupid dog.

[ask-rook]

a strange little dog stares at you. it's unclear as to if it is real or not.

it knows what you did.

you know your penance; you know it well. all you need to do is accept responsibility. but regardless of what you do, whether you do or not, you must live with the consequences.

you received: Responsibility

- power - - pride + forgiveness heavy weighs the crown

My penance? For WHAT? It sounds like this dog isn't real and this is just some THING to make me feel as if I'M the villain, when I'm NOT-

...

God damnit. Maybe I am.

[Rook stares at the dog. He blinks it away, shrugging it off as a hallucination, but a weight carries on his shoulders now where it didn't before. The guilt suddenly dug into his skin, uncomfortable as a thousand nails driven into his skin. He owes a lot to what he's done, that much he knows. Denial can drive him only so far.]

[ask-rook]

Bro is the yapmaster

what does this mean. I am not a "yapmaster". what is this?

[ask-rook]

stay far away from me pal

that looks stupid. wasn't planning on getting anywhere you. you seem to be close to the wrong people anyway, and I doubt you have reason in you.

[ask-rook]

tsk. I messed all of this all the goddamn way up. I'll get back to all of you, trust me. you think he didn't tell me anything? naive. all of you. I know a lot about ALL of you. sleep with one eye open. I don't let my prize get away that easily.

[ask-rook]

Do you know of any "Bishop," perchance?

bishop, huh? there's several on my radar. shame I'm not related to any. or am I? why do you ask anyways?

[ask-rook]

I blank on one word and I'm suddenly the stupid one. don't act as if mistakes are above you too, mr. shadowbanned.

stay far away from me pal

that looks stupid. wasn't planning on getting anywhere you. you seem to be close to the wrong people anyway, and I doubt you have reason in you.

[ask-rook]

stay far away from me pal

that looks stupid. wasn't planning on getting anywhere near you. you seem to be close to the wrong people anyway, and I doubt you have reason in you.

[ask-rook]

Mm. Seems you completely dropped the effort, didn't you?

(There's a smug, shiteating grin in their tone. You know who this is already.)

No more "Mr Nice Guy," hm? Completely gave up and admitted to the shit you've been doing.

How does that make you feel, Rook? I highly doubt it's guilt, and that isn't even my "goal" here.

You're erratic, unstable and emotional. Impulsive. Ironic, for someone who always claimed superiority over me by claiming they were "logical," am I right?

It's almost laughable, if it wasn't annoying. Wonder if you've regained composure yet, since last night.

(- @adlers-former-protege)

oh shut the FUCK up. you don't understand. you don't even KNOW me. I'm not admitting to JACKSHIT. I'm just saying you have a scewed vision of this from someone who doesn't even know reality from delusion, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised since you're just as delusional as him. both of you belong in a psychiatric ward of any variety. most likely a prison one. I don't feel anything here but disappointment. guess I'll have to revise my next attempt with some caveats. and I'm not erratic, or unstable, OR emotional, you're just projecting your own useless emotions and sensibilities on me. and I AM better than you, you're scum you killed thousands, millions of people for your scewed vision of justice. I don't think it's exactly easy to be worse than someone who nuked all of Europe knowing the consequence. I'm logical compared to you, because all you do is act on your hatred for people. do I have to remind you your the cause of millions of lives and nearly the cause of your own friend's suicide? don't think the world forgets. a logical person isn't the reason someone who they like kills themself. woods' attempt was YOUR fault. entirely. a logical person isn't at the fault of that. so don't go off saying I'm not logical.

[ask-rook]

ARE YOU ACCUSING ME OF FUCKING RAPE?! YOU DELUSIONAL EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING?! AT LEAST I MADE HIM HAPPIER THAN YOU EVER DID, IT WAS NEVER RAPE. HE FUCKING ENJOYED IT, AND HE DAMN RIGHT SAID YES. JUST BECAUSE HE FELT A LITTLE BAD AFTERWARDS WASN'T MY FUCKING FAULT YOU STUPID LITTLE CUNT. HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW THAT? OH, THAT LITTLE BITCH IS IN DEEP SHIT FOR TELLING ANYONE ABOUT WHAT WE DO. HOLY FUCK. THANKS FOR TELLING ON THAT LITTLE TRAITOR.

I— I— YOU'RE FUCKING DISGUSTING! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT. I'M SURE YOU TOLD HIM SOMETHING THAT LED HIM TO THIS. this is your fault, I've done nothing wrong, I've made his life great, I've given him all he's ever wanted what have you ever given him? NOTHING YOU'VE GIVEN HIM NOTHING HE FUCKING HATES YOU TRUST ME HE DOES HE'S A LIAR YOU'RE FUCKING SCUM

i don't want to do this anymore.

[ask-rook]

Bell. Bell, fucking talk to me. Bell.

Bell.

Bell.

BELL!

i don't want to do this anymore.

[ask-rook]

fuck off. fuck right off. you think I'm not struggling here too? fuck off. I don't need you screaming my head off here. I don't know what kind of fucked up you have in your veins right now, but I assure you this is completely unwarranted, stupid, and unnecessary. wish all you want, it won't come true. I'll continue to live just fine. I'm going to save him, and you're going to SUCK THIS SHIT UP and deal with the fact I saved him. your precious bell is dying (most likely because of you) and I'm going to save him. so stop whining before I let him die out of hatred for YOU.

i don't want to do this anymore.

[ask-rook]

I'm coming home NOW. do not move. do not leave. go sit down. you're going to be FINE. you're not fucking dying. you're not taking the easy way out. you fucking coward. you are NOT doing this to me.

do not go to sleep. for the love of god.

i don't want to do this anymore.

[ask-rook]

Fuck you in particular

what the fuck is this for? why is everything spiralling NOW? I DID EVERYTHING RIGHT! I DID EVERYTHING ACCORDING TO THE BOOK!

WHY THE

FUCK

IS EVERYTHING FALLING APART!

GOD. FUCKING. DAMNIT.

[ask-rook]

bell. what the fuck are you doing? contact me now.

i don't want to do this anymore.

[ask-rook]

cover story? got it. don't worry a thing. I won't take you out of the field too much. you'll still not be as in field as before, but we'll work it out. that isn't to say I don't need to get you new gear. and drug dependency? you asked the right man. I'll get you off of them soon enough. don't worry a thing, dear friend. you'll be good as new in no time, perfect for the job.

after padding silently through an oil-slick night for some time, hound stops outside a foreboding metal door set at the back of a crumbling entryway. it almost knocks on the door to the decrepit, seemingly abandoned building rook has directed them to, before realizing that the rust-corroded door is already slightly ajar. not the warmest welcome, but it confirms in hound’s mind that they’ve arrived at the correct address in a block of equally outdated and abandoned building-fronts.

when they push it open, the door swings easily, making a sound like a screeching cat as the unoiled hinges voice their complaints.

rook. you’re here, right?

…i suppose this is our first time actually meeting. i- well, i dressed up, i guess? i wanted to make a good impression.

hound’s “best” is, as was probably expected, just a more presentable version of its tactical gear, muzzle mask and all (though the restrictive gear is hanging around their neck). the low light glints off of the gold septum piercing they’re wearing. that’s new; seems hound’s already trying out how individuality looks on them.

<< @ask-hound >>

good evening.

[Rook comes out of the dim room, in his usual attire of a white, collared shirt and black slacks. He raises an eyebrow as he silently ushers Hound in with a hand on their back. He eyes the other's clothing, grabbing the back of their neck firmly. He doesn't take kindly to masks.]

come on in. lookin' good, Hound. reckon you could do away with some of this, but we can go clothes-shopping later. Bell's elsewhere. I believe I did say I have orders for you, yes? they're listed below.

you are not to complain or debate with me or bell about this. do not discuss this with bell at all.

this is what I simply expect of you: keep bell in line. what does that mean?

he isn't allowed to speak to anyone else. no anonymous messages, no radio, no Mason or Woods. this doesn't apply to you, but he isn't allowed to speak to any of them. you also cannot speak of his situation to anyone outside of this, and you cannot relay messages for him. make sure he speaks to no one else and stays in here at all costs.

and keep him on his medication.

pretend to be on his side. if he ever wants to ask you of something, ask me about it first. you can do what you want whenever, unless it involves bell. do not let him out of my our grasp.

got it?