Settling Scores

[Strazio Rockwell]

Strazio watched the two lovebirds from a safe distance. It was a morbid curiosity that drove him to observe the two. He wanted to watch the inevitable fallout and Ganon’s subsequent asskicking. The two seemed so very much intertwined, but yet the presence of one seemed to poison the other. He was reminded of his relationship with Mara, and the memory cut deep. Mara and Strazio were brought together by twin threads of fate. They both had lost everything at the hands of Damien Alabaster. Bound by this common conviction the two felt destined for each other. But now, now the weave was broken and the two couldn’t be more distant from each other, both physically and emotionally. Strazio betrayed her, left her to die all in a vain pursuit for revenge.

The desert sun was high in the sky and baked the nameless town. Dry dusty wind kicked small twisters of sand up into the air. Strazio found a stack of sand-marred crates to sit on. With a bit of annoyance he sighed, he hated waiting on others, but if he wanted to be a part of LAW he had to play nice with the other kids. His body ached and creaked against its own weight. He had sacrificed much in the name of revenge and his own body was no exception. Strazio unclasped the journal strapped to his belt and began to write to pass the time.

Journal Entry #3

I seem to keep moving farther and farther away from my goal. First I was sidetracked with that damn Gilgamesh and then that bloodsport Dante’s Abyss. And now. Now I’m joined with these “Lawmen” as they call themselves. I can’t overlook their sinister nature, but I need influence and I need power and they are all too willing to provide it to me. So for now I’ll play their little game of lords and kings, I’ll keep playing their game until it no longer benefits me. After all I’m now here to make friends, I’m here to find a way back home.

As a side note I must be wary of Ganondorf. His tongue is silver and his mind is sharp, I’m not sure if I could even beat him in a fight. If we ever come to blows I must remember to not hold back. As much as he wouldn’t want to admit it I think Eighteen is a blind spot of his, perhaps I could exploit such a weakness?

But for now I have a fight to look forward to. I’ve waited for too long to return to Gilgamesh. Hopefully the arrogant bastard keeps his word and he’ll grant me a fight. Hell, I won’t give him the choice. I had to put up with that bastard Enel, I’m not going to put up with another arrogant “god”. The next egotistical bastard I find I’m going to obliterate, and that I promise. But I digress, I can’t underestimate the Golden King. He must certainly be powerful to hold such an influence. Perhaps I can find some information on his through this Dataverse Device?

Time had been lost to the Defender of Darkshire. It had only been minutes, but it felt like ages sweating underneath the unforgiving sun. He glanced over at his two companions. Ganon and Eighteen seemed to be back on speaking terms, but he could tell an unspoken tension was still held between the two. In Strazio’s impatient mind the two had wasted enough time and he was more than ready to move on. He shut his journal and bound it to his belt, and with a short hop he leaped from the stack of crates.

“Time to go” he muttered to himself and he walked towards the two.

With a fake smile he inserted himself into the conversation “you guys cool? Ready to go?” He was met with a withering glare from the duo, which he laughed off. After a moment of silence Ganondorf nodded to him and looked out across the desert “I suppose it is time to leave.” Strazio patted the large man on the back and flashed a smile at Eighteen.

“We’re just like one big happy family huh?” Strazio asked with a thin layer of snark.