[ It's 3am. Archie might be awake, he might be asleep, he might even be... busy... But here's Rupert, maskless but still clad in the thick, lightly-armoured leathers that he'd worn to the museum break-in-slash-accidental-gun/knife/portal-fight, ripping open a noisy portal that sounds like the fabric of reality itself is being torn in two. Through the portal he tumbles, streaming crimson blood and shockingly white-faced, his expression livid with anger as he crashes into Archie's bedroom with all the grace of a blood-soaked Bambi. ]
Archie! Archie, thank fuck -- [ Rupert sinks to a knee, mostly out of lightheadedness, and grits his teeth against the fresh pain the movement inspires. ] I -- may need your help...
4th nov | action
Archie! Archie, thank fuck -- [ Rupert sinks to a knee, mostly out of lightheadedness, and grits his teeth against the fresh pain the movement inspires. ] I -- may need your help...