Post by vastrix on Apr 24, 2023 21:49:07 GMT -5
On the Observation Deck of Armand’s flying ship, Armand von Krauss stands next to the great window looking out. Victoria DiScorpio stands next to him while they look down upon Wolverhampton.
Armand von Krauss: I have wrested control of the Donzig-gun away from Donzig, but I’m uncertain what exactly to do with them.
Victoria DiScorpio: You are in control of Armand-Gun. You can do whatever it is that you want with them. Just like your clowns, but better.
Armand chuckles, lighting up an Egyptian cigarette.
Armand von Krauss: Rejects from the Albanian mafia are not similar to my clowns. If I were to shoot one of the Oblivion Deat Squad in the face, we would have to recruit another one. If I were to shoot Hehehe or Hahaha in the face, they would get back up after a few minutes.
Victoria DiScorpio: This is true. You do have mortal clowns. Sir Monocle for example.
Armand von Krauss: Why do I even employ him?
Victoria laughs, it’s not the most pleasant sound in the world.
Victoria DiScorpio: I don’t know why you have that moron. You have your match coming up with Donzig. What are you going to do about it?
Armand seems to consider for a time, blowing smoke against the window. He flicks ashes onto the floor and comes up with an answer.
Armand von Krauss: I think you should call Drake or Carbrey to come to fight Donzig. I have already defeated him and taken away…everything. I don’t have anything to prove against him. It seems to be vogue now to avoid matches.
Victoria DiScorpio: I shall call one of them at once. Do you have a preference?
Armand von Krauss: No. I don’t care which one of them handles the former Donzig. Go. Deal with it.
Victoria DiScorpio gets her phone out of her pocket and starts walking away to place the phone call. Armand lights a fresh Egyptian cigarette with the old one, crushing the old one out against the window.
Armand von Krauss: I have to love the disrespect that will be shown to you former Donzig. I would call you by your real name, but no one really cares what it is. Just know that I have what was once yours and will wield it as a weapon. Nothing can stop my rise to power now…
Armand von Krauss: I have wrested control of the Donzig-gun away from Donzig, but I’m uncertain what exactly to do with them.
Victoria DiScorpio: You are in control of Armand-Gun. You can do whatever it is that you want with them. Just like your clowns, but better.
Armand chuckles, lighting up an Egyptian cigarette.
Armand von Krauss: Rejects from the Albanian mafia are not similar to my clowns. If I were to shoot one of the Oblivion Deat Squad in the face, we would have to recruit another one. If I were to shoot Hehehe or Hahaha in the face, they would get back up after a few minutes.
Victoria DiScorpio: This is true. You do have mortal clowns. Sir Monocle for example.
Armand von Krauss: Why do I even employ him?
Victoria laughs, it’s not the most pleasant sound in the world.
Victoria DiScorpio: I don’t know why you have that moron. You have your match coming up with Donzig. What are you going to do about it?
Armand seems to consider for a time, blowing smoke against the window. He flicks ashes onto the floor and comes up with an answer.
Armand von Krauss: I think you should call Drake or Carbrey to come to fight Donzig. I have already defeated him and taken away…everything. I don’t have anything to prove against him. It seems to be vogue now to avoid matches.
Victoria DiScorpio: I shall call one of them at once. Do you have a preference?
Armand von Krauss: No. I don’t care which one of them handles the former Donzig. Go. Deal with it.
Victoria DiScorpio gets her phone out of her pocket and starts walking away to place the phone call. Armand lights a fresh Egyptian cigarette with the old one, crushing the old one out against the window.
Armand von Krauss: I have to love the disrespect that will be shown to you former Donzig. I would call you by your real name, but no one really cares what it is. Just know that I have what was once yours and will wield it as a weapon. Nothing can stop my rise to power now…
