12-30-2016, 03:36 PM
Strazio Rockwell.
The white-haired, crazy-faced bundle of human rage was a strange and bewildering site to see in the hallway of Darkshire’s town hall.
Unfortunately for Strazio, the sorcerer had more pressing matters than his past with the man.
With a faint smile, Shang Tsung held up his hands. “I didn’t steal anything, Strazio Rockwell. I did win some pieces of literature in a sanctioned bout, if that’s what you’re talking about.” The sorcerer watched the other man’s eyes, and he saw that twitch—that little indicator that he’d found his mark. For his part, Strazio didn’t try to bash anyone’s face against the wall, and it may have been a hand on his shoulder that distracted him long enough to allow the white-haired warrior to compose himself.
“Books.” Strazio repeated.
“I think you can buy the one online,” Shang replied nonchalantly as he reached down to his side and pulled up a tablet. He looked at the screen for a moment before nodding his head and holding it up for Strazio to see. The Defender of Darkshire scowled as he snatched the piece of tech from the sorcerer and looked at what was displayed.
The sorcerer had pulled up an Omazon.com book listing. “Fifty Shades of White – A Rockwell Story. With a forward by Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson ... The fuck is this?"
Shang grinned wider. “I was so compelled by your story that I just had to sell it to the Omniverse. Don’t worry, all the proceeds have gone to local charities. The sickly children of Saint Argento's Oprhanage loved their warm food and bedding. You should get yourself a copy… it’s a best-seller.”
The sorcerer’s account caused Gamzee’s features to twist up into confusion. “He sold you journal to get blankets for orphans… the fuck is this guy?”
“An unimaginable bastard,” Strazio growled.
At that, Shang Tsung flashed a little smile. “You other book’s not mine to give, Strazio, it belongs to Darkshire. And unless you’ve been under a rock, you must know that there’s a small army marching this way. There are more pressing concerns than your ego at stake here.
“After all, Strazio Rockwell, think of the children.”
The white-haired, crazy-faced bundle of human rage was a strange and bewildering site to see in the hallway of Darkshire’s town hall.
Unfortunately for Strazio, the sorcerer had more pressing matters than his past with the man.
With a faint smile, Shang Tsung held up his hands. “I didn’t steal anything, Strazio Rockwell. I did win some pieces of literature in a sanctioned bout, if that’s what you’re talking about.” The sorcerer watched the other man’s eyes, and he saw that twitch—that little indicator that he’d found his mark. For his part, Strazio didn’t try to bash anyone’s face against the wall, and it may have been a hand on his shoulder that distracted him long enough to allow the white-haired warrior to compose himself.
“Books.” Strazio repeated.
“I think you can buy the one online,” Shang replied nonchalantly as he reached down to his side and pulled up a tablet. He looked at the screen for a moment before nodding his head and holding it up for Strazio to see. The Defender of Darkshire scowled as he snatched the piece of tech from the sorcerer and looked at what was displayed.
The sorcerer had pulled up an Omazon.com book listing. “Fifty Shades of White – A Rockwell Story. With a forward by Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson ... The fuck is this?"
Shang grinned wider. “I was so compelled by your story that I just had to sell it to the Omniverse. Don’t worry, all the proceeds have gone to local charities. The sickly children of Saint Argento's Oprhanage loved their warm food and bedding. You should get yourself a copy… it’s a best-seller.”
The sorcerer’s account caused Gamzee’s features to twist up into confusion. “He sold you journal to get blankets for orphans… the fuck is this guy?”
“An unimaginable bastard,” Strazio growled.
At that, Shang Tsung flashed a little smile. “You other book’s not mine to give, Strazio, it belongs to Darkshire. And unless you’ve been under a rock, you must know that there’s a small army marching this way. There are more pressing concerns than your ego at stake here.
“After all, Strazio Rockwell, think of the children.”