A Test or a Punishment? (vs. Lockhart)
Sept 28, 2021 21:39:48 GMT -6
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Post by Mundo Kindo on Sept 28, 2021 21:39:48 GMT -6
So you're facing Lockhart.
"Yes."
The former Bastard Warlord.
"Yes."
Is this like...a punishment?
"Sure as shit seems like it."
"What's this dude's beef?" Heather asks.
Oh, you know, just 8 feet of anger and apathy of everyone in front of him. Bound more to kill and maim than defeat. Typical shit from somebody called a warlord.
"Oh...is that why you're just lying in your suite instead of studying?" she adds.
"That is the plan, yes. Any plan I come up would be next to useless again him. Plus, this probably IS a punishment for asking too many questions."
"It's not," a third voice pipes in.
Mundo looks up from his bed to glance over at Jason, who is standing in the middle of his room.
"It's not?" Mundo asks.
"It's not. It's more tests. Ya' ticked him off last week. Ya' made him look a fool. Now is the time ta' test ya' for real," Jason says.
"Great. So what, more studying?"
I swear this guys looks familiar...
"Dude same," Heather says as well.
"Not today. I managed ta' loop ya' mopin on your bed for a bit so we have a little bit of time. I wanted to tell ya' that your our in," Jason says.
"Our?"
"Our. A resistance unit that's been followin Black Pyramid and Dukes around for years. The closest we've ever gotten ta' them is by bein guards, like myself, but never Black Pyramid, always Jabberwocke. Then imagine some asshole starts runnin amok and pissin Dukes off enough, AND he has a past with him. So now we have an in. YOU are our in, to clarify. With ya' gettin closer and closer to Dukes, you are gonna be the reason we strike. We just need your help."
"That is...a lot to throw at someone who's moping,"
Jason sighs and pinches his forehead.
"Forgive me for the rush but I can't afford ta' fuck around here. Just keep as you are, but keep intriguin Dukes. You're doin good so far even if most of it his unplanned bullshit ya' pull outta your ass, but it's workin."
"My god you all have just stunning confidence in me..."
"Just keep winnin if ya' can. If that belt is yours and with ya' holdin all the secret of his new arsenal, there's little Dukes can do when we're ready to strike. Is that fair?"
Mundo shrugs and places his head back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
"I'll take that as a yes then."
Jason turns around and starts to head for the door.
"Wait..."
Mundo holds his finger up.
"How is this guy familiar...?" Heather ponders with an annoyed shriek.
"What's your name?" Mundo asks.
"It's Jason," Jason says, but doesn't turn around.
"An alias, obviously. The cameras are still off. What's your real name?"
Jason glances over his shoulder, narrowing his eyes.
"Maximus Damon Parker."
"Oh shit..." Heather mutters.
"I prefer Max Damon."
Oh there's that shoe...
Jason--Max--exits the room, leaving the trio to ponder.
"Gonna need some context here guys..." Mundo says.
"Yes."
The former Bastard Warlord.
"Yes."
Is this like...a punishment?
"Sure as shit seems like it."
"What's this dude's beef?" Heather asks.
Oh, you know, just 8 feet of anger and apathy of everyone in front of him. Bound more to kill and maim than defeat. Typical shit from somebody called a warlord.
"Oh...is that why you're just lying in your suite instead of studying?" she adds.
"That is the plan, yes. Any plan I come up would be next to useless again him. Plus, this probably IS a punishment for asking too many questions."
"It's not," a third voice pipes in.
Mundo looks up from his bed to glance over at Jason, who is standing in the middle of his room.
"It's not?" Mundo asks.
"It's not. It's more tests. Ya' ticked him off last week. Ya' made him look a fool. Now is the time ta' test ya' for real," Jason says.
"Great. So what, more studying?"
I swear this guys looks familiar...
"Dude same," Heather says as well.
"Not today. I managed ta' loop ya' mopin on your bed for a bit so we have a little bit of time. I wanted to tell ya' that your our in," Jason says.
"Our?"
"Our. A resistance unit that's been followin Black Pyramid and Dukes around for years. The closest we've ever gotten ta' them is by bein guards, like myself, but never Black Pyramid, always Jabberwocke. Then imagine some asshole starts runnin amok and pissin Dukes off enough, AND he has a past with him. So now we have an in. YOU are our in, to clarify. With ya' gettin closer and closer to Dukes, you are gonna be the reason we strike. We just need your help."
"That is...a lot to throw at someone who's moping,"
Jason sighs and pinches his forehead.
"Forgive me for the rush but I can't afford ta' fuck around here. Just keep as you are, but keep intriguin Dukes. You're doin good so far even if most of it his unplanned bullshit ya' pull outta your ass, but it's workin."
"My god you all have just stunning confidence in me..."
"Just keep winnin if ya' can. If that belt is yours and with ya' holdin all the secret of his new arsenal, there's little Dukes can do when we're ready to strike. Is that fair?"
Mundo shrugs and places his head back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
"I'll take that as a yes then."
Jason turns around and starts to head for the door.
"Wait..."
Mundo holds his finger up.
"How is this guy familiar...?" Heather ponders with an annoyed shriek.
"What's your name?" Mundo asks.
"It's Jason," Jason says, but doesn't turn around.
"An alias, obviously. The cameras are still off. What's your real name?"
Jason glances over his shoulder, narrowing his eyes.
"Maximus Damon Parker."
"Oh shit..." Heather mutters.
"I prefer Max Damon."
Oh there's that shoe...
Jason--Max--exits the room, leaving the trio to ponder.
"Gonna need some context here guys..." Mundo says.