Post by SinclairGodfrey on Mar 8, 2023 20:58:19 GMT -5
Inside the empty Dining Hall of Godfrey Hall sat Sinclair Godfrey, she held a goblet of wine in her hand as she reclined on the heavily carved antique chair beside that massive table. A fire burned on the hearth, and a thick leather book sat her hand. She stared at the paintings hanging on the wall, and she sniffed before she spoke.
‘At Legacy 13, I came close to bringing the Age of the Bastards down around their heads. A hand's breadth, and I was cheated on that victory. We were cheated. And before that? I took that corporate simp Marty Donovan to the edge! The Baroness almost defeated Disney’s own! But you see each and every time, somehow fate intervenes against us! Against me!’
The pretty lips twisted into a scowl, and she sipped at her wine before letting her hand dangle across the arm of the chair. Her eyes narrowed, and she sighed.
‘But now? Now I will take what is rightfully mine! And I will defeat 19 others to stand alone, on the eve of the greatest victory in the history of W:UK. I will walk into London, at Dominion, and I will take the W:UK Heavywight Title from the hands of whichever one of these wretches has it? And I will lay it before the Scourge!’
The paintings of the Godfreys of old said nothing. Wise or foolish, proud or humble, warrior or peacemaker they remained silent before the fury of the current Baroness. Sinclair rose to her feet, sneering as she swept alongside the table. Another long swallow from her wine, and she swirled it before shrugging.
‘And if I can do it by clawing the eyes out of that creature Graves? So much the better.’
A pause then, as someone entered the massive double doors at the end of the room. Sinclair turned, a brow arching as she sat the glass aside. One of her butlers approached, and he stepped close before he leaned down to murmur in her ear. Sinclair frowned, and motioned for the man to lead the way.
Sinclair swept down the halls of the mansion, fury building with every step before she burst into the small room. It was clearly some sort of old servants’ quarters buried in the basement, and her eyes narrowed as she saw some of her servants wrapping bandages around the bloody and battered looking Mormo and Moloch.
‘What is the meaning of this? Was it the Glucks?’
Mormo started to answer, but a voice cut him off.
‘Hardly, dahling. Those hillbillies would not be so brazen.’
Sinclair whirled with a hiss, eyes narrowing as her hands twisted into claws. Her servants scattered as the Baroness was known for being a little hot tempered at times. Esmeralda stared at her from where she leaned against the brick wall. She looked tired and bedraggled, and leaned against the stone.
‘You! Was this your work?’
‘No design of mine, I promise you. This was Armand, he wishes to pursue his war with Donzig despite my counsel. He has enlisted allies, he has turned against me.’
Sinclair sniffed, rolling her eyes before she turned to inspect the wounds of Moloch. Then she fumed.
‘I don’t have time for your lies, Esmeralda. Whatever design you are working now, will not work! Donzig no longer trusts you.’
‘Donzig doesn’t trust any of us, Sinclair. Least of all himself.’
Sinclair stiffened, Esmeralda had a way of striking too close to home. She hated that, she turned with a roll of gauze in her hand as she scowled.
‘So Armand allied with one of your enemies and wishes to make war on us? So be it. We love war.’ Esmeralda snorted, gathering the blanket around herself as Sinclair gestured angrily. ‘But that doesn’t mean we will take you in, you’re a viper! A snake!’
‘I maybe a snake but you are a nest of scorpions, m'lady. And I never said it was my enemy.’
Sinclair blinked, and she cocked her head as she drifted a step closer. Despite their enmity, she had always had a grudging respect for Esmeralda Von Krauss. Once she had called her friend, and she handed the gauze to Moloch.
‘SKY Force? I didn’t think Shizuku was that desperate to make deals with Armand.’
‘Shizuku?’ Esmeralda snorted, waving a hand absently. ‘No, the so called King of Failures is not the enemy I speak of.’
‘The Nightmare Court? The Bastards? The Pillars? Sheik?’
Esmeralda laughed sadly.
‘Oh, he’s always such a busy boy. Not afraid to kick a hornet’s nest is he?’
Sinclair smirked, rolling her eyes.
‘No, I don’t suppose he is. But right now the problem is us. I will win that battle royal, Esmeralda. And I will not let you or your tricks get in my way, especially when I have Tarrasque in my pocket.’
‘As if Tarrasque can even remember the rules of a battle royal, Sinclair. I know you and Donzig are trying to fix him, dahling. Frankly the man is a lackwit. But since you and I share a common enemy? Perhaps we should work together to clear the field at the Battle Royal.’
Sinclair stared, absently lifting a hand to stroke her chin. A reaction that drew a smile from Esmeralda, all of Donzig-gun shared strange little ticks with their master. She wasn’t even sure they noticed, but she did. Sinclair waved a hand absently, grunting her agreement.
‘Very well. Now who is this enemy that Armand has gathered to help him? Who does Armand think can help him win that Chamber, take the WUK title, and finally rid himself of Donzig. Who did he dig up?’
‘Tell Donzig, it was Victoria DiScorpio.’
Esmeralda shrugged as she leaned back again as she drew the blanket up around herself. The Baroness sniffed, folding her arms across her chest before she lifted her chin with a faint frown.
‘DiScorpio? Like his grandfather?’
Esmeralda gave a faint smile.
‘Tell him, dahling.’
‘At Legacy 13, I came close to bringing the Age of the Bastards down around their heads. A hand's breadth, and I was cheated on that victory. We were cheated. And before that? I took that corporate simp Marty Donovan to the edge! The Baroness almost defeated Disney’s own! But you see each and every time, somehow fate intervenes against us! Against me!’
The pretty lips twisted into a scowl, and she sipped at her wine before letting her hand dangle across the arm of the chair. Her eyes narrowed, and she sighed.
‘But now? Now I will take what is rightfully mine! And I will defeat 19 others to stand alone, on the eve of the greatest victory in the history of W:UK. I will walk into London, at Dominion, and I will take the W:UK Heavywight Title from the hands of whichever one of these wretches has it? And I will lay it before the Scourge!’
The paintings of the Godfreys of old said nothing. Wise or foolish, proud or humble, warrior or peacemaker they remained silent before the fury of the current Baroness. Sinclair rose to her feet, sneering as she swept alongside the table. Another long swallow from her wine, and she swirled it before shrugging.
‘And if I can do it by clawing the eyes out of that creature Graves? So much the better.’
A pause then, as someone entered the massive double doors at the end of the room. Sinclair turned, a brow arching as she sat the glass aside. One of her butlers approached, and he stepped close before he leaned down to murmur in her ear. Sinclair frowned, and motioned for the man to lead the way.
Sinclair swept down the halls of the mansion, fury building with every step before she burst into the small room. It was clearly some sort of old servants’ quarters buried in the basement, and her eyes narrowed as she saw some of her servants wrapping bandages around the bloody and battered looking Mormo and Moloch.
‘What is the meaning of this? Was it the Glucks?’
Mormo started to answer, but a voice cut him off.
‘Hardly, dahling. Those hillbillies would not be so brazen.’
Sinclair whirled with a hiss, eyes narrowing as her hands twisted into claws. Her servants scattered as the Baroness was known for being a little hot tempered at times. Esmeralda stared at her from where she leaned against the brick wall. She looked tired and bedraggled, and leaned against the stone.
‘You! Was this your work?’
‘No design of mine, I promise you. This was Armand, he wishes to pursue his war with Donzig despite my counsel. He has enlisted allies, he has turned against me.’
Sinclair sniffed, rolling her eyes before she turned to inspect the wounds of Moloch. Then she fumed.
‘I don’t have time for your lies, Esmeralda. Whatever design you are working now, will not work! Donzig no longer trusts you.’
‘Donzig doesn’t trust any of us, Sinclair. Least of all himself.’
Sinclair stiffened, Esmeralda had a way of striking too close to home. She hated that, she turned with a roll of gauze in her hand as she scowled.
‘So Armand allied with one of your enemies and wishes to make war on us? So be it. We love war.’ Esmeralda snorted, gathering the blanket around herself as Sinclair gestured angrily. ‘But that doesn’t mean we will take you in, you’re a viper! A snake!’
‘I maybe a snake but you are a nest of scorpions, m'lady. And I never said it was my enemy.’
Sinclair blinked, and she cocked her head as she drifted a step closer. Despite their enmity, she had always had a grudging respect for Esmeralda Von Krauss. Once she had called her friend, and she handed the gauze to Moloch.
‘SKY Force? I didn’t think Shizuku was that desperate to make deals with Armand.’
‘Shizuku?’ Esmeralda snorted, waving a hand absently. ‘No, the so called King of Failures is not the enemy I speak of.’
‘The Nightmare Court? The Bastards? The Pillars? Sheik?’
Esmeralda laughed sadly.
‘Oh, he’s always such a busy boy. Not afraid to kick a hornet’s nest is he?’
Sinclair smirked, rolling her eyes.
‘No, I don’t suppose he is. But right now the problem is us. I will win that battle royal, Esmeralda. And I will not let you or your tricks get in my way, especially when I have Tarrasque in my pocket.’
‘As if Tarrasque can even remember the rules of a battle royal, Sinclair. I know you and Donzig are trying to fix him, dahling. Frankly the man is a lackwit. But since you and I share a common enemy? Perhaps we should work together to clear the field at the Battle Royal.’
Sinclair stared, absently lifting a hand to stroke her chin. A reaction that drew a smile from Esmeralda, all of Donzig-gun shared strange little ticks with their master. She wasn’t even sure they noticed, but she did. Sinclair waved a hand absently, grunting her agreement.
‘Very well. Now who is this enemy that Armand has gathered to help him? Who does Armand think can help him win that Chamber, take the WUK title, and finally rid himself of Donzig. Who did he dig up?’
‘Tell Donzig, it was Victoria DiScorpio.’
Esmeralda shrugged as she leaned back again as she drew the blanket up around herself. The Baroness sniffed, folding her arms across her chest before she lifted her chin with a faint frown.
‘DiScorpio? Like his grandfather?’
Esmeralda gave a faint smile.
‘Tell him, dahling.’
