Gambling is for Losers. So is Property Law.
Rupert had a drink from the compound, still cold, and the most oddly flash pair of spectacles. They were large and tinted. You could still see through them, but they were dark, and made the sun less bright. Everyone was in a terrible mood, which was hilarious, and he was going to go kick back in the hammock that had come with his giant metal golem that he’d won by Crippling the bloody hell out of Mr. Onion. He’d had it deposited beside his hut, where it had stayed, looming large and still, for a month. It was pretty bloody cool, even if the words in its head didn’t work on the island. Too bad, it would have bloody great to use it to ride around.
He wondered if there was a way to get it to work, like the way the lights worked without magic in the compound. That would be something to see.
As he approached his hut, he heard a strange rustling and felt the deep sort of tremor that meant something large was walking nearby. He crouched slightly and started at a jog for his hut, to get his rifle, when his bloody giant iron golem moved into view. Moved. On its own. To watch it was… terrifying. It moved with unnerving ease, casting dark shadows under the folded expanse of its wings, and its eyes glinted green on their own. It stopped beside his hut, in its usual position, and then its front opened up and-
And someone had gone joyriding in Rupert’s iron golem.
“OI!” he shouted, enraged, stalking forward. “GET DOWN FROM THERE, THAT’S MY IRON GOLEM!”
Duo, who was poised at the edge of the cockpit, blanched. He hadn’t meant for the stupider de Worde to find out he’d been stealing the gol- Gundam to run diagnostics checks and see how the patch job was holding up. When Rupert wasn’t around, Duo did maintenance. Just because his stupid husband had lost his Gundam in a card game didn’t mean it wasn’t still his.
“….NO,” he shouted back.
“Wha- WHAT?!” Rupert bellowed. “YES! GET DOWN! IT’S MINE, I WON IT FAIR AND BLOODY SQUARE FROM THAT POST MASTER BLOKE!”
“IT WASN’T HIS TO GAMBLE AWAY!” Duo shouted back, although because he was a thief and street hussler by early nature, he had been honoring the stupidity that had been that game.
“I’M GOING TO GET MY GUN!”
“I’M GOING TO SQUASH YOU WITH MY GUNDAM!”
“GOLEM!”
“Oh, pull the other one,” Rupert sneered- and shouted- up. “If you’re going to be a sore loser about it why don’t you just go ahead and have a good cry, get it out of your system you noncy little poof, but get off my golem!”
Duo stared for a long moment, then jumped down from the Gundam’s impressive height, zipline in hand, then let go of it, tumbled to the sand and up to standing, and started forward, rolling up his non existent sleeves.
“Let’s fucking do it.”
[Feel free to hear the yelling and break up the fight! Tag one or both! Or come to watch and take bets.]
He wondered if there was a way to get it to work, like the way the lights worked without magic in the compound. That would be something to see.
As he approached his hut, he heard a strange rustling and felt the deep sort of tremor that meant something large was walking nearby. He crouched slightly and started at a jog for his hut, to get his rifle, when his bloody giant iron golem moved into view. Moved. On its own. To watch it was… terrifying. It moved with unnerving ease, casting dark shadows under the folded expanse of its wings, and its eyes glinted green on their own. It stopped beside his hut, in its usual position, and then its front opened up and-
And someone had gone joyriding in Rupert’s iron golem.
“OI!” he shouted, enraged, stalking forward. “GET DOWN FROM THERE, THAT’S MY IRON GOLEM!”
Duo, who was poised at the edge of the cockpit, blanched. He hadn’t meant for the stupider de Worde to find out he’d been stealing the gol- Gundam to run diagnostics checks and see how the patch job was holding up. When Rupert wasn’t around, Duo did maintenance. Just because his stupid husband had lost his Gundam in a card game didn’t mean it wasn’t still his.
“….NO,” he shouted back.
“Wha- WHAT?!” Rupert bellowed. “YES! GET DOWN! IT’S MINE, I WON IT FAIR AND BLOODY SQUARE FROM THAT POST MASTER BLOKE!”
“IT WASN’T HIS TO GAMBLE AWAY!” Duo shouted back, although because he was a thief and street hussler by early nature, he had been honoring the stupidity that had been that game.
“I’M GOING TO GET MY GUN!”
“I’M GOING TO SQUASH YOU WITH MY GUNDAM!”
“GOLEM!”
“Oh, pull the other one,” Rupert sneered- and shouted- up. “If you’re going to be a sore loser about it why don’t you just go ahead and have a good cry, get it out of your system you noncy little poof, but get off my golem!”
Duo stared for a long moment, then jumped down from the Gundam’s impressive height, zipline in hand, then let go of it, tumbled to the sand and up to standing, and started forward, rolling up his non existent sleeves.
“Let’s fucking do it.”
[Feel free to hear the yelling and break up the fight! Tag one or both! Or come to watch and take bets.]