Post by SinclairGodfrey on Nov 23, 2022 23:56:30 GMT -5
The Lady Sinclair Godfrey, Ninth Baroness frowned as she stood outside the heavy oak door in the old section of her family's estate. She cleared her throat, and a hand lifted to absently adjust her hair before she took a deep breath. She knew what she had to do, but that did not make it any easier. Donzig was, well, he was Donzig. He did not handle criticism well, or anything really. She shrugged, and pushed the door open to step inside of the cold dimly lit room. The Scourge was behind his desk, reading it seemed as he leaned back in the heavy leather wingback chair. She stepped before the desk, and her eyes narrowed.
A Tale of Two Cities? Dickens?
Oh, it was worse then she thought.
She cleared her throat, and the man known as the Great Dark looked up with a faint frown. His dark eyes settled on her, and he gave a faint hiss as he marked his page with a finger.
'What?'
'We have a match in British Colombia.'
Donzig grunted.
'Canada? Pass.'
The book opened again, and he turned back to the pages as he hmphed to himself. Sinclair sighed, a hand lifting to rub at the bridge of her nose.
'It's at Hatley Castle.'
'Yes, yes, the Dunsmuir estate. Hardly a real castle, Godfrey.' The page was flipped, and Sinclair scowled. Clearly he was in quite the mood if he called her 'Godfrey', she hated that. The Baroness stepped forward, and she leaned across the desk.
'Sadly, sadly, the sun rose; it rose upon no sadder sight than the man of good abilities and good emotions, incapable of their directed exercise, incapable of his own help and his own happiness, sensible of the blight on him, and resigning himself to let it eat him away.'
Donzig snorted, looking up as he lowered the book to his lap. He leaned forward, and his eyes narrowed before he lifted one to point at her. A shake of his head, and he snarled.
'Oh, you think you're clever?'
'This war between you and REIGN is becoming tiresome. Frankly, I don't think they even realize how angry you are since you keep showing up! You don't call them, you don't return their calls, you leave immediately after your matches. If you are that disgusted you could just quit! If you are that angry burn the place down around their heads, what you are doing is sulking! Is brooding! You are pouting like a child, and even for you this has gone on quite long enough! And before you start, we all know you don't like Canada.'
Donzig sneered, and he thumped the book down as he leaned back once more.
'I will not chase after their rings like some sort of kept pet, or endure any more of their veiled insults!'
Sinclair rolled her eyes.
'Oh, and so you are going to let the Awesome Bastards get a win over Donzig-gun? Over the two of us? Won't Top of the Class love that!'
The eyes of the Scourge widened, and he raked his fingers through his beard as he slid to his feet. Those eyes flickered with terrible life, and Sinclair glared into them as she leaned across the desk.
'Is that what you want? You want Death Trap to be there when Rat Bastard stands there and says you were afraid to face him? Oh, and then Mistress Discipline will look sad for us! She will send a gift basket to cheer you up, and Steve will make some jokes! Not to even imagine that the Usurper will start calling to give you direction! Are you serious? I know you don't want to play these games, but if you want to take what is yours back from the Von Krauss? Then let's do it, and if not let's stop the bleeding!'
Sinclair dared greatly, but she knew that rage had a way of making Donzig snap out of his black moods. He stared at her, and his lips pressed into a grim line as he tilted his head from one side to the other. And she jabbed a finger at him, fuming.
'Steve Awesome.'
'Steve. Awesome. Oh, yes, my old friend Steve! Who I never hear from since he was stabbed by Zoran, who I never see since he went crawling back to those disgusting troglodytes! And now look at him, all buddy buddy with that escapee from the Retirement Home! Steve knows he can't beat me, so why should I even bother!' Why should I honor Steve with my presence or time?'
'First of all, once you found out Steve would survive being stabbed did you even call him? Did you even check on Steve? You tried to hold a funeral for him, but you didn't bother to even reach out to him! And I know, I know, you were busy! And as for that retirement home escapee? You mean the guy who handed you your second ever defeat in REIGN? The living legend? Who by the way we both know will spend days, years bragging about how the great Donzig was afraid to face him!'
Donzig gaped, and he sputtered as he clawed at the desk as he pressed closer to Sinclair.
'He dares! He dares! I will rip him apart, I will send him back to the pasture in bloody pieces!'
'Are you sure? Maybe punishing REIGN is more important to the Great Work then say? Defeating X-Crown Champions! I mean, if you really are still chasing the dragon? This says I want to catch the dragon! But since you didn't throw the Big Plate in the ocean, I guess we better stop them from winning it! Unless you think annoying the Board would more useful, because once again? I know we could just let the Usurper be King again, and then we can have another year of bad comedy!'
Donzig snarled, and she knew she had him. There was a look in those eyes when he stopped being a man, stopped being a mortal, and became once more the thing that called itself Death in High Places. She knew well the expressions of the Scourge, and Donzig's hand twisted into a fist on the desk as he leaned back with a shake of his head.
'No, no, no. They can line up all their fucking rent a Ditto from GUNS, and scour all the nursing homes they want! They can line up all the former and two time, or three time fucking X-Crown Champions they want! But REIGN belongs to us, REIGN belongs to Donzig-gun! And I will not let the Usurper defile it again, even if I have to endure another fucking ladder match! I will make Steve Awesome wish Zoran had took him when he had him! And I will make Rat Bastard suffer for my defeat! And then when it is all said and done? Maybe I will visit my old dear friend Death Trap again! Mistress Discipline can keep her gift basket, because the Awesome Bastards will need them!'
Donzig flung items from the desk, sweeping them aside as he started to stalk back and forth. And Sinclair smiled slowly as she saw a jagged bloody piece of twisted metal in his hand, it was the thing that had taken Jakie's eye in the last ladder match. And the Scourge lifted it, staring at the edge before he shrugged as a finger swept across the edge of it. The Baroness dipped her head, and turned for the door as she retreated.
Donzig lifted a hand, and she paused.
'I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul.'
Sinclair stared at him, then smiled as the door was closed.
A Tale of Two Cities? Dickens?
Oh, it was worse then she thought.
She cleared her throat, and the man known as the Great Dark looked up with a faint frown. His dark eyes settled on her, and he gave a faint hiss as he marked his page with a finger.
'What?'
'We have a match in British Colombia.'
Donzig grunted.
'Canada? Pass.'
The book opened again, and he turned back to the pages as he hmphed to himself. Sinclair sighed, a hand lifting to rub at the bridge of her nose.
'It's at Hatley Castle.'
'Yes, yes, the Dunsmuir estate. Hardly a real castle, Godfrey.' The page was flipped, and Sinclair scowled. Clearly he was in quite the mood if he called her 'Godfrey', she hated that. The Baroness stepped forward, and she leaned across the desk.
'Sadly, sadly, the sun rose; it rose upon no sadder sight than the man of good abilities and good emotions, incapable of their directed exercise, incapable of his own help and his own happiness, sensible of the blight on him, and resigning himself to let it eat him away.'
Donzig snorted, looking up as he lowered the book to his lap. He leaned forward, and his eyes narrowed before he lifted one to point at her. A shake of his head, and he snarled.
'Oh, you think you're clever?'
'This war between you and REIGN is becoming tiresome. Frankly, I don't think they even realize how angry you are since you keep showing up! You don't call them, you don't return their calls, you leave immediately after your matches. If you are that disgusted you could just quit! If you are that angry burn the place down around their heads, what you are doing is sulking! Is brooding! You are pouting like a child, and even for you this has gone on quite long enough! And before you start, we all know you don't like Canada.'
Donzig sneered, and he thumped the book down as he leaned back once more.
'I will not chase after their rings like some sort of kept pet, or endure any more of their veiled insults!'
Sinclair rolled her eyes.
'Oh, and so you are going to let the Awesome Bastards get a win over Donzig-gun? Over the two of us? Won't Top of the Class love that!'
The eyes of the Scourge widened, and he raked his fingers through his beard as he slid to his feet. Those eyes flickered with terrible life, and Sinclair glared into them as she leaned across the desk.
'Is that what you want? You want Death Trap to be there when Rat Bastard stands there and says you were afraid to face him? Oh, and then Mistress Discipline will look sad for us! She will send a gift basket to cheer you up, and Steve will make some jokes! Not to even imagine that the Usurper will start calling to give you direction! Are you serious? I know you don't want to play these games, but if you want to take what is yours back from the Von Krauss? Then let's do it, and if not let's stop the bleeding!'
Sinclair dared greatly, but she knew that rage had a way of making Donzig snap out of his black moods. He stared at her, and his lips pressed into a grim line as he tilted his head from one side to the other. And she jabbed a finger at him, fuming.
'Steve Awesome.'
'Steve. Awesome. Oh, yes, my old friend Steve! Who I never hear from since he was stabbed by Zoran, who I never see since he went crawling back to those disgusting troglodytes! And now look at him, all buddy buddy with that escapee from the Retirement Home! Steve knows he can't beat me, so why should I even bother!' Why should I honor Steve with my presence or time?'
'First of all, once you found out Steve would survive being stabbed did you even call him? Did you even check on Steve? You tried to hold a funeral for him, but you didn't bother to even reach out to him! And I know, I know, you were busy! And as for that retirement home escapee? You mean the guy who handed you your second ever defeat in REIGN? The living legend? Who by the way we both know will spend days, years bragging about how the great Donzig was afraid to face him!'
Donzig gaped, and he sputtered as he clawed at the desk as he pressed closer to Sinclair.
'He dares! He dares! I will rip him apart, I will send him back to the pasture in bloody pieces!'
'Are you sure? Maybe punishing REIGN is more important to the Great Work then say? Defeating X-Crown Champions! I mean, if you really are still chasing the dragon? This says I want to catch the dragon! But since you didn't throw the Big Plate in the ocean, I guess we better stop them from winning it! Unless you think annoying the Board would more useful, because once again? I know we could just let the Usurper be King again, and then we can have another year of bad comedy!'
Donzig snarled, and she knew she had him. There was a look in those eyes when he stopped being a man, stopped being a mortal, and became once more the thing that called itself Death in High Places. She knew well the expressions of the Scourge, and Donzig's hand twisted into a fist on the desk as he leaned back with a shake of his head.
'No, no, no. They can line up all their fucking rent a Ditto from GUNS, and scour all the nursing homes they want! They can line up all the former and two time, or three time fucking X-Crown Champions they want! But REIGN belongs to us, REIGN belongs to Donzig-gun! And I will not let the Usurper defile it again, even if I have to endure another fucking ladder match! I will make Steve Awesome wish Zoran had took him when he had him! And I will make Rat Bastard suffer for my defeat! And then when it is all said and done? Maybe I will visit my old dear friend Death Trap again! Mistress Discipline can keep her gift basket, because the Awesome Bastards will need them!'
Donzig flung items from the desk, sweeping them aside as he started to stalk back and forth. And Sinclair smiled slowly as she saw a jagged bloody piece of twisted metal in his hand, it was the thing that had taken Jakie's eye in the last ladder match. And the Scourge lifted it, staring at the edge before he shrugged as a finger swept across the edge of it. The Baroness dipped her head, and turned for the door as she retreated.
Donzig lifted a hand, and she paused.
'I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul.'
Sinclair stared at him, then smiled as the door was closed.