Post by vastrix on Jul 14, 2023 16:12:33 GMT -5
Esmeralda von Krauss walks down a sidewalk with Sinclair Godfrey at her side. They have been enemies, they have been allies, they have been opponents, and now it would seem to the world as if they are the best of friends. Esmeralda lights up an Egyptian cigarette on the end of a bright red foot long holder. She takes in a drag of the cigarette and blows to the smoke into the air.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Oh, Sinclair. What a present the new management has given us. A gift as good as gold.
Sinclair frowns a little, curious at what Esmeralda is in reference to.
Esmeralda von Krauss: I speak of course of this tag team tournament and the fact that we have been given the Brothers Gluck. We couldn’t have been given easier opponents in the entire league! Well…I suppose any of Shootfighter’s students would provide less of a challenge than those inbred deviants. Do you know that even now that they expect that they will win the match against us.
Esmeralda holds up the back of her free hand to her forehead in mock fear.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Whatever will we do when two such strong men come for us and want to see us defeated?
Sinclair Godfrey: Shall we roll over and play dead?
Esmeralda von Krauss: Of course! That is what they are expecting us to do. Maybe a variation of the Fingerpoke of Doom should be considered. Yes, when Carlton and Chapps Gluck come at us…we should offer them one chance to lay down for us or be forever scarred by two of the deadliest women in the world.
Sinclair beams with a sadistic sort of pride at the end of the statement, Esmeralda stops and looks at a dress in the window of an extravagant dress shop. It’s a white dress clad in gold and silver with some opalescent fabrics as well. Sinclair looks at it and raises an eyebrow at the wings.
Sinclair Godfrey: You would decide to look like an angel? I would suggest something that looks a bit more…fallen. Like this one.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Oh it is true. The boldness of the color really sets my skin off. So it’s settled. We will buy both dresses. I will be the demon and you the angel.
Sinclair Godfrey: Oh, I’m hardly an angel.
Esmeralda von Krauss: We are comparing you to me, dahling.
Sinclair seems to consider it for a moment before shrugging.
Sinclair Godfrey: Well, when you put it that way. Why not?
Esmeralda von Krauss: Excellent. Let’s go in.
A few hours later, the ladies are out of the shop in their respective dresses. Esmeralda lights up a fresh Egyptian cigarette in her foot long holder.
Esmeralda von Krauss: If looks could kill, dahling, we’d already have bodies surrounding us.
Sinclair nods.
Sinclair Godfrey: The Brothers Gluck won’t know what hit them.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Oh, Sinclair. What a present the new management has given us. A gift as good as gold.
Sinclair frowns a little, curious at what Esmeralda is in reference to.
Esmeralda von Krauss: I speak of course of this tag team tournament and the fact that we have been given the Brothers Gluck. We couldn’t have been given easier opponents in the entire league! Well…I suppose any of Shootfighter’s students would provide less of a challenge than those inbred deviants. Do you know that even now that they expect that they will win the match against us.
Esmeralda holds up the back of her free hand to her forehead in mock fear.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Whatever will we do when two such strong men come for us and want to see us defeated?
Sinclair Godfrey: Shall we roll over and play dead?
Esmeralda von Krauss: Of course! That is what they are expecting us to do. Maybe a variation of the Fingerpoke of Doom should be considered. Yes, when Carlton and Chapps Gluck come at us…we should offer them one chance to lay down for us or be forever scarred by two of the deadliest women in the world.
Sinclair beams with a sadistic sort of pride at the end of the statement, Esmeralda stops and looks at a dress in the window of an extravagant dress shop. It’s a white dress clad in gold and silver with some opalescent fabrics as well. Sinclair looks at it and raises an eyebrow at the wings.
Sinclair Godfrey: You would decide to look like an angel? I would suggest something that looks a bit more…fallen. Like this one.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Oh it is true. The boldness of the color really sets my skin off. So it’s settled. We will buy both dresses. I will be the demon and you the angel.
Sinclair Godfrey: Oh, I’m hardly an angel.
Esmeralda von Krauss: We are comparing you to me, dahling.
Sinclair seems to consider it for a moment before shrugging.
Sinclair Godfrey: Well, when you put it that way. Why not?
Esmeralda von Krauss: Excellent. Let’s go in.
A few hours later, the ladies are out of the shop in their respective dresses. Esmeralda lights up a fresh Egyptian cigarette in her foot long holder.
Esmeralda von Krauss: If looks could kill, dahling, we’d already have bodies surrounding us.
Sinclair nods.
Sinclair Godfrey: The Brothers Gluck won’t know what hit them.
