Post by Oblivion Death Squad on Jun 21, 2022 20:38:15 GMT -5
Toddy Quince was standing in catering, minding his own business. He had a doughnut in his hand, and a cup of coffee in the other as he glanced around the room. Then he blinked as a few of the W:UK enhancement talent leapt up to head for the exits. He blinked, a brow lifting as he almost choked on his dougnut as the camera man jerked his head at him. Quince took a few quick swallows of coffee, and stared. 'What is going on? Where is everyone going?'
The camera man started to speak, and then fell silent as Sinclair Godfrey stalked into the room. And following behind her were the Oblivion Death Squad, the pair looked around angrily. Mormo shoving tables and chairs from his path as he barged across the room towards Quince. Moloch stared at him, and Quince looked around nervously as the camera man shrugged at him. Sinclair frowned, the Baroness clearly in a foul mood as she followed the pair over as they closed in on Quince.
He stepped back, holding up his hands after he dropped his doughnut.
'Whoa, whoa! No need to get hostile.'
'We are hostile. Anyone who is not one of us is our enemy, anyone who doesn't serve the Empty Night is our enemy! Those who do need heed the call of Oblivion are our enemy.' snapped Sinclair, eyes narrowed. Quince nodded quickly, and he forced a smile.
'Ah, okay, right? So you are Donzig-gun? Like Donzig Army?' Sinclair frowned, and Mormo gave a low growl before Moloch tugged him backwards. Quince looked at them, staring before he looked back to Sinclair. 'I don't think he likes me.'
'Mormo doesn't like anyone. We are Donzig-gun.'
'Ah, is Donzig here? I was hoping to meet him.' Quince looked around hopefully, peeking around the glowering brutes. The three stared at him, and then Moloch started to laugh. He pressed a fist to his mouth, shoulders shaking as Mormo looked at Quince before he snorted a laugh as well. The two looked ready to just lose it, and Sinclair turned as she bent over. She held her stomach, laughing before she stiffened once more. 'Did I say something?'
'Ah, ah, he's serious.' Sinclair gasped.
The Oblivion Death Squad started to laugh again, snickering as they repeated the words in their own tongue. Quince frowned, and Sinclair stepped forward with a slash of her hand.
'Pray you do not. Donzig is not as kind to mortals as we are.'
'I don't even--' the camera man shook his head, and Quince gave a slow nod. 'Ah, so where is?'
Sinclair frowned. 'Donzig refuses to come here, he states a Lord of the Outer Dark, and a Prince of the Endless Abyss would never be seen at the Stadium of Light.'
'Does he always talk like that?' Quince looked confused, Sinclair arched a brow.
'Enough of this. We are here to talk about our enemies, the Dark Stars.' Sinclair hissed, and the name made the Death Squad fairly twitch. They rolled their shoulders, and Mormo growled as Moloch slammed his fists together. He spat something in Albanian, gesturing angrily before Sinclair lifted a hand. 'And of course, their erstwhile leader Commandrix. Oh, did you think we had forgotten the constant interference from you? Did you think the Oblivion Death Squad, the handpicked soldiers of Death in High Places had forgotten what we have suffered at your hands? Because you creatures, you people? You are about to learn a cold hard lesson at the hands of the ODS!'
'Didn't they kill a bunch of nerds that worked for you once?' Quince asked.
Sinclair's eyes widened, and Mormo shoved forward to glare down at him. His huge hand lifted, and slowly balled into a fist under his face as he snarled.
'Si guxon? A talleni me ne? A e dini kush jemi ne?' His other hand snapped forward, grabbing Quince's lapel as he hauled him forward. 'Njeri i vogël, do të ndëshkohesh përkrah Yjeve të Errët nëse nuk e mban gjuhën! Nata e zbrazët po vjen!'
'I don't understand what he is saying!' yelped Quince as Mormo shook him. Sinclair laid a hand on his shoulder, shaking her head before Mormo hissed. He shoved Quince back, wagging a thick finger as Sinclair frowned.
'I don't think you want to know! But I can tell you this.' Sinclair shrugged, an evil smile tugging at her lips. 'The Dark Stars? Your time is up, your run is nearly over. Commandrix? I will salute you when the Death Squad grinds your henchmen into the earth. Because you see? Time, and time again the servants of Shakar have fallen to the Bstards. Over, and over, and over. But now? It's our turn.'
'Nuk ka ku të fshihesh!' spat Mormo.
'Askund për të vrapuar!' growled Moloch.
Sinclair shrugged. 'The stars even dark ones? They fade, they go out, they burn away. And all that is left? Is us, is the endless and empty dark. And in that vast dark gulf there will be nowhere for you to hide, nowhere for you to run. Too long, has this tag division been protected from us! That is all about to change! And it starts with you! It starts with the Dark Stars!'
Sinclair lifted a hand, brushing back her hair before she smirked. 'And it ends with the Bastards. Rob? Frank? I hope you boys watch, I hope you take notes, because if it is time for the Dark Stars to pay what they owe to Donzig-gun? Then you're next.'
Quince stared, and swallowed. Sinclair shrugged, and turned to walk away with an absent wave of her hand to the Death Squad. Moloch gave a final glare to him, fist lifted before he walked off. Mormo glowered, then grabbed his jacket to pull him close as he snarled angrily.
'Shihemi se shpejti!'
He shoved Quince back before following after the others.
The camera man started to speak, and then fell silent as Sinclair Godfrey stalked into the room. And following behind her were the Oblivion Death Squad, the pair looked around angrily. Mormo shoving tables and chairs from his path as he barged across the room towards Quince. Moloch stared at him, and Quince looked around nervously as the camera man shrugged at him. Sinclair frowned, the Baroness clearly in a foul mood as she followed the pair over as they closed in on Quince.
He stepped back, holding up his hands after he dropped his doughnut.
'Whoa, whoa! No need to get hostile.'
'We are hostile. Anyone who is not one of us is our enemy, anyone who doesn't serve the Empty Night is our enemy! Those who do need heed the call of Oblivion are our enemy.' snapped Sinclair, eyes narrowed. Quince nodded quickly, and he forced a smile.
'Ah, okay, right? So you are Donzig-gun? Like Donzig Army?' Sinclair frowned, and Mormo gave a low growl before Moloch tugged him backwards. Quince looked at them, staring before he looked back to Sinclair. 'I don't think he likes me.'
'Mormo doesn't like anyone. We are Donzig-gun.'
'Ah, is Donzig here? I was hoping to meet him.' Quince looked around hopefully, peeking around the glowering brutes. The three stared at him, and then Moloch started to laugh. He pressed a fist to his mouth, shoulders shaking as Mormo looked at Quince before he snorted a laugh as well. The two looked ready to just lose it, and Sinclair turned as she bent over. She held her stomach, laughing before she stiffened once more. 'Did I say something?'
'Ah, ah, he's serious.' Sinclair gasped.
The Oblivion Death Squad started to laugh again, snickering as they repeated the words in their own tongue. Quince frowned, and Sinclair stepped forward with a slash of her hand.
'Pray you do not. Donzig is not as kind to mortals as we are.'
'I don't even--' the camera man shook his head, and Quince gave a slow nod. 'Ah, so where is?'
Sinclair frowned. 'Donzig refuses to come here, he states a Lord of the Outer Dark, and a Prince of the Endless Abyss would never be seen at the Stadium of Light.'
'Does he always talk like that?' Quince looked confused, Sinclair arched a brow.
'Enough of this. We are here to talk about our enemies, the Dark Stars.' Sinclair hissed, and the name made the Death Squad fairly twitch. They rolled their shoulders, and Mormo growled as Moloch slammed his fists together. He spat something in Albanian, gesturing angrily before Sinclair lifted a hand. 'And of course, their erstwhile leader Commandrix. Oh, did you think we had forgotten the constant interference from you? Did you think the Oblivion Death Squad, the handpicked soldiers of Death in High Places had forgotten what we have suffered at your hands? Because you creatures, you people? You are about to learn a cold hard lesson at the hands of the ODS!'
'Didn't they kill a bunch of nerds that worked for you once?' Quince asked.
Sinclair's eyes widened, and Mormo shoved forward to glare down at him. His huge hand lifted, and slowly balled into a fist under his face as he snarled.
'Si guxon? A talleni me ne? A e dini kush jemi ne?' His other hand snapped forward, grabbing Quince's lapel as he hauled him forward. 'Njeri i vogël, do të ndëshkohesh përkrah Yjeve të Errët nëse nuk e mban gjuhën! Nata e zbrazët po vjen!'
'I don't understand what he is saying!' yelped Quince as Mormo shook him. Sinclair laid a hand on his shoulder, shaking her head before Mormo hissed. He shoved Quince back, wagging a thick finger as Sinclair frowned.
'I don't think you want to know! But I can tell you this.' Sinclair shrugged, an evil smile tugging at her lips. 'The Dark Stars? Your time is up, your run is nearly over. Commandrix? I will salute you when the Death Squad grinds your henchmen into the earth. Because you see? Time, and time again the servants of Shakar have fallen to the Bstards. Over, and over, and over. But now? It's our turn.'
'Nuk ka ku të fshihesh!' spat Mormo.
'Askund për të vrapuar!' growled Moloch.
Sinclair shrugged. 'The stars even dark ones? They fade, they go out, they burn away. And all that is left? Is us, is the endless and empty dark. And in that vast dark gulf there will be nowhere for you to hide, nowhere for you to run. Too long, has this tag division been protected from us! That is all about to change! And it starts with you! It starts with the Dark Stars!'
Sinclair lifted a hand, brushing back her hair before she smirked. 'And it ends with the Bastards. Rob? Frank? I hope you boys watch, I hope you take notes, because if it is time for the Dark Stars to pay what they owe to Donzig-gun? Then you're next.'
Quince stared, and swallowed. Sinclair shrugged, and turned to walk away with an absent wave of her hand to the Death Squad. Moloch gave a final glare to him, fist lifted before he walked off. Mormo glowered, then grabbed his jacket to pull him close as he snarled angrily.
'Shihemi se shpejti!'
He shoved Quince back before following after the others.
