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What have you done now; A RP with Damreus, DarkStalker and Jam-Jul Lison.
Topic Started: Apr 24 2011, 12:51 AM (50 Views)
DarkStalker
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The camera fades into the locker room of Darmeus where the gentle giant is preparing himself for his match.

DarkStalker is sitting calmly as is his custom in a shadowed corner of the room. Darmeus is standing with his back turned toward DarkStalker.

Darmeus: What's the plan for tonight?

DarkStalker doesn't answer, he just stares at the floor.

Darmeus turns around to look at his twin.

Darmeus: What are the orders?

DarkStalker lets out a snort.

DarkStalker: Orders, what are orders to someone who cannot carry them out. I had to bail you out last week.

Darmeus turns his back to DarkStalker hiding his shame.

Darmeus: I know, but...

DarkStalker cuts him off, never raising his head.

DarkStalker: There's no more but, my brother. Tonight you're on your own. I will not intervene, nobody from legion will intervene, I've seen to that. Take that as a test to see how you'll handle yourself alone.

Darmeus nods.

Darmeus: I don't know if I can.

DarkStalker: Either you do or you drop. That's all there is to it.

DarkStalker never moved during the entire discussion. Darmeus nods again.

Darmeus: I will do my best then.

Darmeus leaves the room. a moment later, the lights flicker and Jam-Jul appears in the room looking at the closed door first, then at DarkStalker.

Jam-Jul Lison makes his way over to where DarkStalker is sitting and stands over DarkStalker looking down on him.

Jam-Jul Lison: What's wrong with Darmeus.

DarkStalker doesn't move, his hood still low over his eyes hiding his features completely.

DarkStalker: You tell me, he's your brother as well.

Jam-Jul Lison looks irritated.

Jam-Jul Lison: Look at me.

DarkStalker doesn't move. The voice of Jam-Jul Lison grows angry.

Jam-Jul Lison: I said look at me!

Jam-Jul Lison grabs DarkStalker by the collar and raises him off the floor easily to place him at eye lever, slamming him hard into the wall leaving dent.

DarkStalker offers no resistance.

Jam-Jul Lison: For this to work, we need him at full power and right now, he's just a shell of his former self.

DarkStalker shrugs, Jam-Jul Lison shakes him for good measure before dropping him.

Jam-Jul Lison: What god are you if you can't figure out your own twin.

DarkStalker replaces his hood slightly and sits back down calmly as Jam-Jul Lison starts pacing angrily.

DarkStalker: I find it amusing that you ask for reasons when the answer is closer to you then you think.

Jam-Jul Lison whirls about looking at DarkStalker viciously.

Jam-Jul Lison: You speak in riddles brother. While I enjoy watching you play the game on others, I do not enjoy when you're playing it with me.

DarkStalker shakes his head before snapping up and walking over to Jam-Jul Lison to poke him in the chest with an accusing finger.

DarkStalker: It's you you dumb sadistic maniac. You're the problem.

Jam-Jul Lison recuperates from the initial shock.

Jam-Jul Lison: How is if my fault?

DarkStalker launches in.

DarkStalker: Didn't I warn you this could happen?

Jam-Jul Lison: Yes, but...

DarkStalker cuts him off.

DarkStalker: Didn't I tell you to let me prepare him properly?

Jam-Jul Lison: Yes, you did, but...

DarkStalker: Didn't I asked you to postpone this until I had trained him and molded him into the weapon you wanted him to be?

Jam-Jul Lison: Well...

DarkStalker: Then don't come here blaming me for your mistakes. You didn't want me on your side for my good looks and definitely not for my in ring capabilities as a high level competitor in this league. You wanted me on your side for my brain and ability to plan and think ahead of time that surpasses even yours, but when it came down to it, you didn't listen to me on half the things I said and the state Darmeus is in now is the direct result of that.

Jam-Jul Lison looks angrily at DarkStalker but calms down.

Jam-Jul Lison: Fine, I made some mistakes, I admit it. I should have listened to you. But the question is, what do we do about it?

DarkStalker lowers his head and walks into the corner sitting back down.

DarkStalker: We do nothing. I'm already working on it. But for this to work, you must avoid Darmeus as much as possible.

Jam-Jul Lison: How am I supposed to do that when we're a team?

DarkStalker: You figure it out, but as long as you have this stench of evil about you, Darmeus will weaken from being close to you.

Jam-Jul Lison gives a last look at DarkStalker.

Jam-Jul Lison: Then fix this.

The lights go out, when they return, Jam-Jul Lison is gone and DarkStalker is still sitting in the corner.

DarkStalker: I've been fixing your mistakes for a while now, brother. You just never figured it out yet.

DarkStalker slowly gets up and walks over to the single mirror in the room, he removes his hood to reveal sunken eyes and gaunt features. The eyes of someone who hasn't slept in weeks, the face of someone who hasn't eaten in weeks.

DarkStalker looks at himself, smiles ruefully, replaces his hood and moves toward the shadowed corner to sit back down.

The camera fades out.
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