Post by SinclairGodfrey on Oct 3, 2023 12:41:31 GMT -5
A cool wind laden with rain swept across the hills of Lancashire, and Sinclair Godfrey frowned slightly as she looked out from the balcony. Her coat gathered around herself as she watched the grounds of Godfrey Hall. She turned slowly, and brushed back her hood as someone came through the doors.
The slender figure just outside the doors lifted it’s head, and pushed back it’s own hood to reveal the pretty face of Emily Black. She shook back her dark hair, and smirked as Sinclair sniffed.
‘Where is Gavin? We have business to discuss, Donzig-gun business. Battle of Bri–’
‘He is not coming, Sinclair.’
Sinclair paused, and her head tilted as she felt an intense surge of anger. Pure rage. Did Drake dare to defy her? She snapped a hand down on the marble rail of the balcony, and spun as she pointed. Her eyes flashed, and she stepped forward as her coat snapped angrily.
‘What do you mean he is not coming!’
Emily Black shrugged, and she drifted closer. After all, Sinclair was not quite as aggressive as other members of Donzig-gun. Donzig in particular was prone to violence when his rages took him, but not the Baroness.
‘He says you have no right to order him. He doesn’t obey you, Sinclair.’
Sinclair’s lips pressed into a line, and she took a deep breath.
‘I speak for the Scou–’
‘Do you? Can you produce proof of that?’
Sinclair blinked, and Black shrugged as she swept forward. She paced back and forth the balcony, and then turned with a tilt of her head. Her lips drawn back in an amused smile, and she continued.
‘Sinclair, we all know you were Donzig’s favorite. But Donzig isn’t here now is he? You think you can lead the Children by right? That we all should be at the beck and call of the Baroness because you have Mormo and Moloch? Because you have won some gold? Drake says he will see you at the Battle of Britain, and it shall be settled the old way.’
Sinclair arched a brow, and she stared down at her hand. It had balled into a fist, and she didn’t remember doing that. Her hand uncurled slowly, and she lifted it to stare at it before looking back to Emily.
‘Are you telling me that Drake intends to stand alone? That he will put himself before Donzig-gun?’
Black laughed.
‘Is that not how it should be? The Strong lead us, Sinclair. You want us all to lay aside our desires to wait for the Scourge to return and you will greet him with the things you have won in his name! But why should the Empty Hand submit to that? Gavin Drake will stand against everyone who gets in his way at the Battle of Britain! And if that means he stands against you?’
A shrug, and she walked closer.
‘So be it.’
Sinclair frowned, and she grabbed Black’s arm as she stepped closer. A hand lifting to jab an angry finger at her, and her eyes narrowed.
‘If Drake wants it to be that way, Emily? That’s fine. Because I am going to do everything I said I am, I am going to lay everyone who shows up to the Battle of Britain to ruin! I will show every one of them, every single one what it means to stand against us! And if I have to deal with my wayward ‘brother’ as well? That’s fine too.’
She leaned closer, digging her fingers into Black’s arm as she hissed.
‘We are going to defeat them all, and at the end? That title shot will belong to us! I will bring gold back to Donzig-gun, I will claim dominion over WUK! I will throw what remains of Spike Kane to that creature to bury alive! And if I have to do all of that without the supposed skills of the so called Empty Hand! A drunken oaf who for some reason has not even managed to lay claim to the land of Misfits that HKW is? I will!’
Black blinked, and her eyes narrowed as she ripped her arm away.
‘Is your lust for power so great?’
‘Drake started this, and I will end it! If he thinks to stand in my way? I will show him why I am the Chosen of the Scourge, and he is just a prodigal son! The WUK Championship will be mine! Mine! And I will not let even him stand in my way!’
Black turned on her heel, and sauntered for the door. Her hand waved angrily, and she smirked.
‘Then we have nothing else to discuss.’
Sinclair watched her go, and she frowned as a hand a lifted to brush back her hair. She took a deep breath, walking back to the rail. She had never liked Emily Black, and perhaps she should have held her tongue. Drake was being blind, whether for a lust for power, or just his own desire to be free of the machinations of Donzig. But the die was cast, if he would not stand with them in London? He would stand alone.
She looked up as something moved in the shadows, and she turned as Mormo and Moloch stepped from the darkness. They looked down at her, their faces hidden by their masks as she looked at each of them. A shrug, and she looked away.
‘Drake is not with us, if you face him? It is challenge.’
Moloch grunted, and then Mormo slammed a fist to his chest before the pair turned to walk off. Sinclair said nothing, looking upwards to watch the clouds again.
The slender figure just outside the doors lifted it’s head, and pushed back it’s own hood to reveal the pretty face of Emily Black. She shook back her dark hair, and smirked as Sinclair sniffed.
‘Where is Gavin? We have business to discuss, Donzig-gun business. Battle of Bri–’
‘He is not coming, Sinclair.’
Sinclair paused, and her head tilted as she felt an intense surge of anger. Pure rage. Did Drake dare to defy her? She snapped a hand down on the marble rail of the balcony, and spun as she pointed. Her eyes flashed, and she stepped forward as her coat snapped angrily.
‘What do you mean he is not coming!’
Emily Black shrugged, and she drifted closer. After all, Sinclair was not quite as aggressive as other members of Donzig-gun. Donzig in particular was prone to violence when his rages took him, but not the Baroness.
‘He says you have no right to order him. He doesn’t obey you, Sinclair.’
Sinclair’s lips pressed into a line, and she took a deep breath.
‘I speak for the Scou–’
‘Do you? Can you produce proof of that?’
Sinclair blinked, and Black shrugged as she swept forward. She paced back and forth the balcony, and then turned with a tilt of her head. Her lips drawn back in an amused smile, and she continued.
‘Sinclair, we all know you were Donzig’s favorite. But Donzig isn’t here now is he? You think you can lead the Children by right? That we all should be at the beck and call of the Baroness because you have Mormo and Moloch? Because you have won some gold? Drake says he will see you at the Battle of Britain, and it shall be settled the old way.’
Sinclair arched a brow, and she stared down at her hand. It had balled into a fist, and she didn’t remember doing that. Her hand uncurled slowly, and she lifted it to stare at it before looking back to Emily.
‘Are you telling me that Drake intends to stand alone? That he will put himself before Donzig-gun?’
Black laughed.
‘Is that not how it should be? The Strong lead us, Sinclair. You want us all to lay aside our desires to wait for the Scourge to return and you will greet him with the things you have won in his name! But why should the Empty Hand submit to that? Gavin Drake will stand against everyone who gets in his way at the Battle of Britain! And if that means he stands against you?’
A shrug, and she walked closer.
‘So be it.’
Sinclair frowned, and she grabbed Black’s arm as she stepped closer. A hand lifting to jab an angry finger at her, and her eyes narrowed.
‘If Drake wants it to be that way, Emily? That’s fine. Because I am going to do everything I said I am, I am going to lay everyone who shows up to the Battle of Britain to ruin! I will show every one of them, every single one what it means to stand against us! And if I have to deal with my wayward ‘brother’ as well? That’s fine too.’
She leaned closer, digging her fingers into Black’s arm as she hissed.
‘We are going to defeat them all, and at the end? That title shot will belong to us! I will bring gold back to Donzig-gun, I will claim dominion over WUK! I will throw what remains of Spike Kane to that creature to bury alive! And if I have to do all of that without the supposed skills of the so called Empty Hand! A drunken oaf who for some reason has not even managed to lay claim to the land of Misfits that HKW is? I will!’
Black blinked, and her eyes narrowed as she ripped her arm away.
‘Is your lust for power so great?’
‘Drake started this, and I will end it! If he thinks to stand in my way? I will show him why I am the Chosen of the Scourge, and he is just a prodigal son! The WUK Championship will be mine! Mine! And I will not let even him stand in my way!’
Black turned on her heel, and sauntered for the door. Her hand waved angrily, and she smirked.
‘Then we have nothing else to discuss.’
Sinclair watched her go, and she frowned as a hand a lifted to brush back her hair. She took a deep breath, walking back to the rail. She had never liked Emily Black, and perhaps she should have held her tongue. Drake was being blind, whether for a lust for power, or just his own desire to be free of the machinations of Donzig. But the die was cast, if he would not stand with them in London? He would stand alone.
She looked up as something moved in the shadows, and she turned as Mormo and Moloch stepped from the darkness. They looked down at her, their faces hidden by their masks as she looked at each of them. A shrug, and she looked away.
‘Drake is not with us, if you face him? It is challenge.’
Moloch grunted, and then Mormo slammed a fist to his chest before the pair turned to walk off. Sinclair said nothing, looking upwards to watch the clouds again.
