Post by Oblivion Death Squad on Nov 23, 2021 21:07:58 GMT -5
'I have decided the pair of you need to work on some team building exercises, now I know that you are already on the same page. But I don't want any surprises when you face Dakota and EVK, and I certainly don't want to explain a loss to Donzig like we did after that debacle with the Crinkly Bottom Boys.' Sinclair Godfrey announced, flashing a wicked grin at the scowling pair of brutes. Mormo and Moloch looked at each other, then shrugged before looking back to her. Though both growled at the mention of the CBB, Moloch's hands curling into fists.
She shrugged, and led the two inside of what appeared to a mini-golf course. The pair of brutes looked at each other, and then shrugged as they stomped after the Baroness with just a few glances cast at the signs hanging around.
A short time later...
Sinclair looks up from a small notepad, tapping the tiny pencil against it as she seems to do some mental math. Then she turns to the Death Squad, who are glowering at each other as they held tiny golf clubs in their hands which look all the smaller for being held by the pair. They frown at each other, and then turn back to Sinclair Godfrey who seems unaware the two seem so tense with one another. She gestures at the large plastic and painted foam castle behind her, a large green dragon is coiled around it. Head lowering up and down as it opens it's fanged mouth. It seems all you have to do is time the shot so it goes in the mouth, and comes out the back of the castle to go in the hole.
Sinclair flashes a smile, and motions for Moloch to come forward. He places the small ball on the ground, and pulls back to swing the club. And then Mormo steps forward, gesturing as he starts to speak in Armenian. He points, and waves his hands before Moloch rolled his eyes angrily. And he pushed back, pointing at the castle as he started to yell back. Sinclair blinked as Mormo started to yell as well, shoving past the larger man to take his shot.
The ball hit the dragon's mouth, and rolled out the back to bounce against the rear wall. He snapped something angrily at Moloch, hammering a fist to his own chest before he drew back a few steps. The bigger member of the Death Squad scowled, and muttered at him before he hit the ball next. And it of course also went down the dragon's throat, stopping very close to the ball. He snorted at Mormo, which drew a glare before they walked around the castle.
Sinclair arched a brow, and cleared her throat. 'Boys, you're supposed to be bonding.'
Of course, the boys were not bonding. In fact, they were acting just like their mentor which made Sinclair rub at the bridge of her nose. A shrug and she followed them around the castle, saying nothing as Mormo paused behind his ball. He drew back his club, glancing up before he started his swing. But Moloch coughed loudly, and the swing went crooked causing the ball to go aside of the hole! Mormo blinked, then spun around with the club in hand as he started to bellow at the larger Death Squad member.
Sinclair blinked.
Moloch shoved Mormo, and walked over to his ball which was not very far from the hole. He lined up his shot, and lowered his head as he prepared to swing. And then Mormo bumped into him, and the swing went crooked which made the ball get clipped to send it spinning backwards. Sinclair's mouth dropped open, and the pair started to yell at each other once more. They pressed together, chest to chest as they waved their arms as they snarled and bellowed in their native togue. Sinclair stepped forward, pushing herself between the pair as her hands shoved them apart. She shook her head, jabbing a finger at one then the other. 'Enough! Enough! What are you doing?'
The two glared at each other, and then stepped back before they turned back to the game. Sinclair muttered under her breath, glancing at a few onlookers as they muttered to each other. Their eyes on the pair of brutes as they snarled at each other in their native tongue, and Mormo took careful aim before he drew back the club. He missed, the ball curving towards the wall which drew a burst of loud laughter from his partner.
Mormo glared, eyes narrowed as his fingers twisted on the club. Moloch walked over, and then he lifted his own club mockingly before he bent over to make the shot. But of course, the hole seemed to be on a rise as his shot missed as well. They glared at each other, and then Mormo pointed as he started to speak. And Moloch moved forward, tossing down his club as he started to yell back at him. The other mini-golfers looked up in alarm, and things were looking like they were about to come to blows.
Sinclair Godfrey stared, and then her eyes narrowed before he walked over to tear the club from Mormo's hand. She pushed between them, and waved the club at the pair of them before jabbing it into Moloch's shoulder to press him back. Then she shoved Mormo, and pointed in his face. 'You two need to stop this! Are we really doing this? Over mini-golf? Over mini-golf! You are the Chosen of the Void, and this is what you do! Are you mad? We have a match against EVK! Do you think I plan on losing a match to that woman? Is that it? That you two are going to lose a match to her and Dakata Jennings? Oh, no.'
A pause.
'No, no, no! We are not doing that! The pair of you need to get it together right now! Or by the Empty Night, you'll wish Donzig had you by the time I get done with the pair of you! I will send the lot of you back to Armenia in pieces!' Sinclair seemed to be oblivious that the Death Squad seemed to not be the only ones that had picked up some rather Donzig habits. And she stepped back, then screamed as she flung the golf club high into the air. It arced over a few other courses, then bounced down before landing near one of the lower holes. She raked her hands through her hair, and then looked up as the crowd pointed and whispered. Then a pair of employees were approaching, and behind them a manager. Sinclair blinked, and wiped a hand across her face before forcing a smile.
'Is there a problem here?' asked the younger man, looking nervously at the two members of the Death Squad who were glaring at him.
'No, no. We are just doing a little team building.' She said lamely, and shrugged.
'We are going to have to ask you to leave.' said the manager, and he stepped forward with a nod to the other man. Sinclair nodded, but then the man stepped closer and reached towards Moloch.
'I wouldn't--' Sinclair started, but it was too late. The man's hand landed on Moloch's arm, and the big man's eyes narrowed as he jerked his limb away. Mormo stepped forward, and spun the man around as he started to yell at him. Then his huge hand grabbed the front of his shirt, and he shoved him hard across the green to bounce against the dragon. The manager yelled, and the other employee stepped forward as Moloch clotheslined the man off the rebound. The poor dude flopped to the ground, and the Death Squad started to curse at him in Armenian. The other employee grabbed for Mormo, and Moloch tackled him to the green.
Sinclair stared around as the crowd started to scream, and lifted her hands helplessly. Of course, a few kids were cheering the big men on as the manager spun towards her. The Baroness sighed, and then snapped her head forward to exhale a stream of greasy black mist that drew a scream from him. He clawed at his eyes, screaming as he fell to his knees before she drove a knee into his face.
'I am calling the police!' yelled someone from the crowd, and Sinclair laughed as she wiped at her black streaked lips.
'Fagh! Call them!'
....Later
'Never in my entire life have I been so humiliated! What were the three of you thinking? Don't we have enough problems, eh? Don't we have enough shit to deal with?' Donzig roared as he stood on the street before what appeared to be a police station. A few onlookers stared at him as he led them down the street past the onlookers still screaming as he waved his arms.
She shrugged, and led the two inside of what appeared to a mini-golf course. The pair of brutes looked at each other, and then shrugged as they stomped after the Baroness with just a few glances cast at the signs hanging around.
A short time later...
Sinclair looks up from a small notepad, tapping the tiny pencil against it as she seems to do some mental math. Then she turns to the Death Squad, who are glowering at each other as they held tiny golf clubs in their hands which look all the smaller for being held by the pair. They frown at each other, and then turn back to Sinclair Godfrey who seems unaware the two seem so tense with one another. She gestures at the large plastic and painted foam castle behind her, a large green dragon is coiled around it. Head lowering up and down as it opens it's fanged mouth. It seems all you have to do is time the shot so it goes in the mouth, and comes out the back of the castle to go in the hole.
Sinclair flashes a smile, and motions for Moloch to come forward. He places the small ball on the ground, and pulls back to swing the club. And then Mormo steps forward, gesturing as he starts to speak in Armenian. He points, and waves his hands before Moloch rolled his eyes angrily. And he pushed back, pointing at the castle as he started to yell back. Sinclair blinked as Mormo started to yell as well, shoving past the larger man to take his shot.
The ball hit the dragon's mouth, and rolled out the back to bounce against the rear wall. He snapped something angrily at Moloch, hammering a fist to his own chest before he drew back a few steps. The bigger member of the Death Squad scowled, and muttered at him before he hit the ball next. And it of course also went down the dragon's throat, stopping very close to the ball. He snorted at Mormo, which drew a glare before they walked around the castle.
Sinclair arched a brow, and cleared her throat. 'Boys, you're supposed to be bonding.'
Of course, the boys were not bonding. In fact, they were acting just like their mentor which made Sinclair rub at the bridge of her nose. A shrug and she followed them around the castle, saying nothing as Mormo paused behind his ball. He drew back his club, glancing up before he started his swing. But Moloch coughed loudly, and the swing went crooked causing the ball to go aside of the hole! Mormo blinked, then spun around with the club in hand as he started to bellow at the larger Death Squad member.
Sinclair blinked.
Moloch shoved Mormo, and walked over to his ball which was not very far from the hole. He lined up his shot, and lowered his head as he prepared to swing. And then Mormo bumped into him, and the swing went crooked which made the ball get clipped to send it spinning backwards. Sinclair's mouth dropped open, and the pair started to yell at each other once more. They pressed together, chest to chest as they waved their arms as they snarled and bellowed in their native togue. Sinclair stepped forward, pushing herself between the pair as her hands shoved them apart. She shook her head, jabbing a finger at one then the other. 'Enough! Enough! What are you doing?'
The two glared at each other, and then stepped back before they turned back to the game. Sinclair muttered under her breath, glancing at a few onlookers as they muttered to each other. Their eyes on the pair of brutes as they snarled at each other in their native tongue, and Mormo took careful aim before he drew back the club. He missed, the ball curving towards the wall which drew a burst of loud laughter from his partner.
Mormo glared, eyes narrowed as his fingers twisted on the club. Moloch walked over, and then he lifted his own club mockingly before he bent over to make the shot. But of course, the hole seemed to be on a rise as his shot missed as well. They glared at each other, and then Mormo pointed as he started to speak. And Moloch moved forward, tossing down his club as he started to yell back at him. The other mini-golfers looked up in alarm, and things were looking like they were about to come to blows.
Sinclair Godfrey stared, and then her eyes narrowed before he walked over to tear the club from Mormo's hand. She pushed between them, and waved the club at the pair of them before jabbing it into Moloch's shoulder to press him back. Then she shoved Mormo, and pointed in his face. 'You two need to stop this! Are we really doing this? Over mini-golf? Over mini-golf! You are the Chosen of the Void, and this is what you do! Are you mad? We have a match against EVK! Do you think I plan on losing a match to that woman? Is that it? That you two are going to lose a match to her and Dakata Jennings? Oh, no.'
A pause.
'No, no, no! We are not doing that! The pair of you need to get it together right now! Or by the Empty Night, you'll wish Donzig had you by the time I get done with the pair of you! I will send the lot of you back to Armenia in pieces!' Sinclair seemed to be oblivious that the Death Squad seemed to not be the only ones that had picked up some rather Donzig habits. And she stepped back, then screamed as she flung the golf club high into the air. It arced over a few other courses, then bounced down before landing near one of the lower holes. She raked her hands through her hair, and then looked up as the crowd pointed and whispered. Then a pair of employees were approaching, and behind them a manager. Sinclair blinked, and wiped a hand across her face before forcing a smile.
'Is there a problem here?' asked the younger man, looking nervously at the two members of the Death Squad who were glaring at him.
'No, no. We are just doing a little team building.' She said lamely, and shrugged.
'We are going to have to ask you to leave.' said the manager, and he stepped forward with a nod to the other man. Sinclair nodded, but then the man stepped closer and reached towards Moloch.
'I wouldn't--' Sinclair started, but it was too late. The man's hand landed on Moloch's arm, and the big man's eyes narrowed as he jerked his limb away. Mormo stepped forward, and spun the man around as he started to yell at him. Then his huge hand grabbed the front of his shirt, and he shoved him hard across the green to bounce against the dragon. The manager yelled, and the other employee stepped forward as Moloch clotheslined the man off the rebound. The poor dude flopped to the ground, and the Death Squad started to curse at him in Armenian. The other employee grabbed for Mormo, and Moloch tackled him to the green.
Sinclair stared around as the crowd started to scream, and lifted her hands helplessly. Of course, a few kids were cheering the big men on as the manager spun towards her. The Baroness sighed, and then snapped her head forward to exhale a stream of greasy black mist that drew a scream from him. He clawed at his eyes, screaming as he fell to his knees before she drove a knee into his face.
'I am calling the police!' yelled someone from the crowd, and Sinclair laughed as she wiped at her black streaked lips.
'Fagh! Call them!'
....Later
'Never in my entire life have I been so humiliated! What were the three of you thinking? Don't we have enough problems, eh? Don't we have enough shit to deal with?' Donzig roared as he stood on the street before what appeared to be a police station. A few onlookers stared at him as he led them down the street past the onlookers still screaming as he waved his arms.