He was/is, don't worry. A 7 cm one that would make Doctor Doom blush. And a snazzy trenchcoat.
IC:
Arrack looked around the room, his eyes darting and gazing at the Ratz in his empty cabin. This part of the city seemed to be just as run down as rumoured, which was perfect. The deeper one goes, the juicier the tidbits one can pick up. He reached inside his pants, extracting a wooden stake and stuffing it in his pocket. While keeping an eye on the old clock near the center of the ceiling, which indicated a time near the middle of the day, he pulled up the hood on his coat, hiding his quite standoutish mask in the darkness.
Arrack continued to sit and watch the Ratz fight amongst each other for a scrap of an unmentionable product made in the honour of the late Feeco VP Aslik, killed only a month ago, which happened to be quite the treat for their tastebuds. Finally, the train stopped, and Arrack uncaringly wrenched open the subway door, hopping out and slamming it even as it continued to roll on into the dark oblivion of the abandoned tracks. He landed on his ‘feet’.
Arrack looked around.
“First,” he thought, “I’ll need to find some room and board, or at least some place of rest and sanctuary. These Ratz can be mean, and I don’t want to stand out.. too much”
Arrack laughed to himself. Then, he snapped his fingers in self chidement, and walked down in a businesslike manner, eventually finding two Glukkons, one a female, the other bearing an uncanny resemblance to Lulu. He politely cleared his bloody, mucus filled throat and spoke;
“Hey, Buckteeth, do you and your GF know where I might get some room n’ board?"
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