Post by North T. Gunderson on Jan 25, 2006 1:21:36 GMT -5
[Lights up. Night. Tempest and Tex are entering the alleyway that Josh Reynolds found Tempest in a few mere days ago.]
[Tex goes through the hole in the wall, looking very much at home in these surroundings. Tempest, looking very NOT at home, waits outside, being to large for the hole.]
[inside the only light is a from a burning oil drum, the outline of Thunder in his ratty-easy-chair throne is barely visible in the shadows.]
Tex:
Thunder.
Thunder:
Who disturbs the King of the Storm!
Tex:
Who the hell do you think it is!? How many people do you know that talk with a voice modulator?
Thunder:
You will not address me in such a tone! I AM THE KING OF THE STORM!
Tex:
Okay… Sire… What happened to you?
Thunder:
Happened? I was robbed last night! Me! A king robbed of my victory!
Tex:
Look, you were surprised, no one could have expected a woman. Anyone would have been thrown off
Thunder:
Woman? I don’t care about that foul harpy! I was robbed of my victory over Technique!
Tex:
Buuuut, you won that part of the match.
Thunder:
Won. WON! He still walks, breaths, I wanted him to BLEED! I want to adorn myself in his blood!
Tex:
Uh
Thunder:
Go now! Go and tell Technique his days are numbered. Next week I want his blood. I will accept nothing else. GO! NOW!
Tex:
Uh, yes… Sire.
[Tex leaves, as the lights fades we hear:]
Thunder:
Blood… bloooood….
[Tex goes through the hole in the wall, looking very much at home in these surroundings. Tempest, looking very NOT at home, waits outside, being to large for the hole.]
[inside the only light is a from a burning oil drum, the outline of Thunder in his ratty-easy-chair throne is barely visible in the shadows.]
Tex:
Thunder.
Thunder:
Who disturbs the King of the Storm!
Tex:
Who the hell do you think it is!? How many people do you know that talk with a voice modulator?
Thunder:
You will not address me in such a tone! I AM THE KING OF THE STORM!
Tex:
Okay… Sire… What happened to you?
Thunder:
Happened? I was robbed last night! Me! A king robbed of my victory!
Tex:
Look, you were surprised, no one could have expected a woman. Anyone would have been thrown off
Thunder:
Woman? I don’t care about that foul harpy! I was robbed of my victory over Technique!
Tex:
Buuuut, you won that part of the match.
Thunder:
Won. WON! He still walks, breaths, I wanted him to BLEED! I want to adorn myself in his blood!
Tex:
Uh
Thunder:
Go now! Go and tell Technique his days are numbered. Next week I want his blood. I will accept nothing else. GO! NOW!
Tex:
Uh, yes… Sire.
[Tex leaves, as the lights fades we hear:]
Thunder:
Blood… bloooood….