Post by Donzig on Mar 21, 2022 14:31:23 GMT -5
'I should be the one to bring the final plate to Donzig-gun! And we all know it! Am I not the right hand of the Scourge?' snapped Sinclair Godfrey, slapping her hands down on the table. Across from her, the members of the Oblivion Death Squad looked at each other before Moloch rumbled something in Albanian. Mormo growled something in reply, shaking his head before he jabbed an angry finger at the table. Moloch shrugged, and then Sinclair's eyes narrowed on them before she started to speak once more. 'You dare?'
The four were gathered in a dimly lit room, only a few flickering candles scattered on stands around the room lit it's dark wood. They sat around the table, clearly having been at this argument for some time. Donzig sat at the head of the table, saying nothing as he reclined in the chair. His face hidden by his mask, as his fingers drummed absently against the wood. He had been silent, only allowing a sigh before his tapping finger stopped. It hovered above the table, and then his fist slammed down with a creak of wood.
The other three froze, and turned towards him. He leaned forward with a hiss, his hands sliding across the wood as he cocked his head. The mask gleamed in the light, and he his fist tapped aganst the table before he growled. 'Enough of this nonsense! You all think you should have the honor of bringing the last plate to Donzig-gun, but I know that this is a battle without honor or humanity! I know that our enemies gather together and think they can stop the inevitable!'
A hand lifted, and a finger wagged as Donzig leaned forward.
'No, no, no.' Donzig sniffed. 'I will walk into Gonpachi, and I will walk out with what rightfully belongs to me! And I will avenge myself on EVK, I will once again show Aiden Merric that while he fancies himself a hunter? He is just prey crouching in the darkness of the jungles at he approach of a true predator!'
Sinclair arched a brow, bowing her head slightly as she reclined in her own chair. She watched him, a hand lifting absently as she spoke.
'And Steve?'
Donzig's mask turned towards her, and he hissed as he stared at Sinclair. His hand lifted to wipe across the mouth of his mask with his wrist, and he let it fall to the desk with a rake of his nails as he thought for a moment. Then he shrugged, and he murmured. 'Steve Awesome knows that while we have worked past our differences and fought common enemies in the past? He knows that inside that ring I have no friends, only enemies. And this?'
Donzig lifted his masked chin, waving his hand in dismissal.
'Is business.'
Donzig-gun said nothing, as fearsome as Donzig was when things were personal? When he decided something was business it was that much worse. Business excused alot of excesses, and in such things he tended to be led by his own cold hard logic. He was merciless when he was dealing with business, ruthless and cold. He tilted his head, thinking to himself before he sat back again.
'You see I am going to win that last plate, and then the entire XHF will be forced to recognize what they should already know! That I am everything I say I am, that I have mastered all schools of wrestling! They will see that they were wrong to stand against my will all along, and then Donzig-gun will rise!'
The others nodded, and Donzig slid to his feet with a shrug. His coat swirled around him, and then he lifted his hand to slowly drag off his mask. He stared at it's gleaming surface for a long moment, and then laid it on the table before he started to pace around it. His cold eyes lingering on each of his minions, and he sniffed as a hand rose absently to stroke his beard.
'I need all you to remember something though. We are Donzig-gun, the Chosen of Oblivion. We are anointed by the Void to fulfill it's will, and the Time of the Fall is our dominion. You are the soldiers of the Scourge, and among us? Only strength can lead.' His hand fell away, and he tilted his head with a shrug. 'But we are a family. All we have is each other, and should one of us fall? I will not tolerate any more of the division or arguing I have seen today. I will not have you arguing over rewards that I shall mete out. Honors that are mine to bestow!'
His voice was calm, and the three members of Donzig-gun were silent as Donzig circled around them.
'One day, perhaps one of you will rise up and take the mask from me. But I promise the lot of you? That today is not that day.' His gaze fell on Sinclair, and he sniffed. 'And one day you will lead Donzig-gun, but Sinclair? It is not now, and if you wish to challenge that?'
His hand curled into a fist, and he stared at her with those cold empty eyes. She drew back, lowering her head as she murmured.
'No, no. I understand.'
Donzig's gaze flicked to the Death Squad, and they bowed their heads as well. Their hands rose, pressing against their chests as they murmured their obedience. Donzig grunted, and slowly sat back down on his chair.
'We have much work to do.'
The four were gathered in a dimly lit room, only a few flickering candles scattered on stands around the room lit it's dark wood. They sat around the table, clearly having been at this argument for some time. Donzig sat at the head of the table, saying nothing as he reclined in the chair. His face hidden by his mask, as his fingers drummed absently against the wood. He had been silent, only allowing a sigh before his tapping finger stopped. It hovered above the table, and then his fist slammed down with a creak of wood.
The other three froze, and turned towards him. He leaned forward with a hiss, his hands sliding across the wood as he cocked his head. The mask gleamed in the light, and he his fist tapped aganst the table before he growled. 'Enough of this nonsense! You all think you should have the honor of bringing the last plate to Donzig-gun, but I know that this is a battle without honor or humanity! I know that our enemies gather together and think they can stop the inevitable!'
A hand lifted, and a finger wagged as Donzig leaned forward.
'No, no, no.' Donzig sniffed. 'I will walk into Gonpachi, and I will walk out with what rightfully belongs to me! And I will avenge myself on EVK, I will once again show Aiden Merric that while he fancies himself a hunter? He is just prey crouching in the darkness of the jungles at he approach of a true predator!'
Sinclair arched a brow, bowing her head slightly as she reclined in her own chair. She watched him, a hand lifting absently as she spoke.
'And Steve?'
Donzig's mask turned towards her, and he hissed as he stared at Sinclair. His hand lifted to wipe across the mouth of his mask with his wrist, and he let it fall to the desk with a rake of his nails as he thought for a moment. Then he shrugged, and he murmured. 'Steve Awesome knows that while we have worked past our differences and fought common enemies in the past? He knows that inside that ring I have no friends, only enemies. And this?'
Donzig lifted his masked chin, waving his hand in dismissal.
'Is business.'
Donzig-gun said nothing, as fearsome as Donzig was when things were personal? When he decided something was business it was that much worse. Business excused alot of excesses, and in such things he tended to be led by his own cold hard logic. He was merciless when he was dealing with business, ruthless and cold. He tilted his head, thinking to himself before he sat back again.
'You see I am going to win that last plate, and then the entire XHF will be forced to recognize what they should already know! That I am everything I say I am, that I have mastered all schools of wrestling! They will see that they were wrong to stand against my will all along, and then Donzig-gun will rise!'
The others nodded, and Donzig slid to his feet with a shrug. His coat swirled around him, and then he lifted his hand to slowly drag off his mask. He stared at it's gleaming surface for a long moment, and then laid it on the table before he started to pace around it. His cold eyes lingering on each of his minions, and he sniffed as a hand rose absently to stroke his beard.
'I need all you to remember something though. We are Donzig-gun, the Chosen of Oblivion. We are anointed by the Void to fulfill it's will, and the Time of the Fall is our dominion. You are the soldiers of the Scourge, and among us? Only strength can lead.' His hand fell away, and he tilted his head with a shrug. 'But we are a family. All we have is each other, and should one of us fall? I will not tolerate any more of the division or arguing I have seen today. I will not have you arguing over rewards that I shall mete out. Honors that are mine to bestow!'
His voice was calm, and the three members of Donzig-gun were silent as Donzig circled around them.
'One day, perhaps one of you will rise up and take the mask from me. But I promise the lot of you? That today is not that day.' His gaze fell on Sinclair, and he sniffed. 'And one day you will lead Donzig-gun, but Sinclair? It is not now, and if you wish to challenge that?'
His hand curled into a fist, and he stared at her with those cold empty eyes. She drew back, lowering her head as she murmured.
'No, no. I understand.'
Donzig's gaze flicked to the Death Squad, and they bowed their heads as well. Their hands rose, pressing against their chests as they murmured their obedience. Donzig grunted, and slowly sat back down on his chair.
'We have much work to do.'