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Surrounded by Idiots [Completed]
Character(s): Ansem, Kadaj, Cloud, Hojo, Vicious
Content: Ansem arrives tosmack a bitch see what all the commotion is about and interview Vicious.
Setting: Fortress of Darkniss™
Time: Tuesday afternoon
Warnings: Villain-anger, slapstick, fluff
Ansem was feeling the best he'd felt since his humiliating defeat at the hands of the Keyblade master as he made his way down to the great hall to meet his guest.
His guest was not there, however, and Ansem's temper kindled as he realised that stooge had, for no conceivable reason, led the mercenary down to the lower level. Everything on the lower level was classified. There were to be no strangers down there. Any fool would no that.
But apparently this one hadn't.
He supposed it was no great loss. Whether the mercenary agreed to work for him willingly or not, he would not be leaving these walls again but under Ansem's will.
When he reached the lower level and saw the signs of a struggle, the utter...disarray, and filth from out of doors that had gotten into his pristine laboratory, Ansem was immediately furious. Apparently a child's errand was too much responsibility for the scientist. And whoever was responsible for this mess was going to pay.
Turning a corner, he came upon an unusual sight: the unwanted jester sprawled out on the floor looking like a drowned rat, his spectacles askew as he glared at a strange shirtless man slumped half-dead against one wall.
This was unacceptable within his carefully-ordered domain. Completely unacceptable.
"Mr. Hojo!" Ansem growled. "What is the meaning of this?"
Content: Ansem arrives to
Setting: Fortress of Darkniss™
Time: Tuesday afternoon
Warnings: Villain-anger, slapstick, fluff
Ansem was feeling the best he'd felt since his humiliating defeat at the hands of the Keyblade master as he made his way down to the great hall to meet his guest.
His guest was not there, however, and Ansem's temper kindled as he realised that stooge had, for no conceivable reason, led the mercenary down to the lower level. Everything on the lower level was classified. There were to be no strangers down there. Any fool would no that.
But apparently this one hadn't.
He supposed it was no great loss. Whether the mercenary agreed to work for him willingly or not, he would not be leaving these walls again but under Ansem's will.
When he reached the lower level and saw the signs of a struggle, the utter...disarray, and filth from out of doors that had gotten into his pristine laboratory, Ansem was immediately furious. Apparently a child's errand was too much responsibility for the scientist. And whoever was responsible for this mess was going to pay.
Turning a corner, he came upon an unusual sight: the unwanted jester sprawled out on the floor looking like a drowned rat, his spectacles askew as he glared at a strange shirtless man slumped half-dead against one wall.
This was unacceptable within his carefully-ordered domain. Completely unacceptable.
"Mr. Hojo!" Ansem growled. "What is the meaning of this?"
no subject
The mercenary opened his eyes and locked them on the strange employer that reached out a hand to touch him. Perhaps it had been the sickness that had allowed Vicious to let the man come so close without realizing the danger. Either way it was too late to stop him from placing his fingers upon his chest and little did he realize the threat this posed to his existence.
He hissed lowly as the darkness kept at bay within him was unleashed from a greater source outside of himself. Inside, he struggled unwilling to give entirely into the beast that dwelled within him for as long as possible. The real reason, they called him Vicious had been locked away so soundly for so long that only Julia and Spike had ever been able to raise it like and this thing- this man did with one touch of his hand. The employer with a voice filled with a strong sense of superiority who smelled of that all too familiar scent sex removed his hand.
Vicious glared darkly at him savagely aware of the fact that he hated this man. He hated him with all that was his pride and respected him at the same time in his own fashion for returning him back to what he was, a beast.
"Get. Off. Me."
The words were hissed out barely more than a whisper followed by the sound of the katana slid an inch out of the sheath in warning.
no subject
With a flick of his fingers, the weapon with which Ansem was being threatened disappeared from the man's grasp. In response to the hissed order, he moved not an inch, glowing gold eyes meeting furious grey with calm and command.
"You do not give the orders here. Do I make myself clear?"
Ansem spoke softly, but he did not need volume to make his point, grabbing the Darkness in one etheric fist and giving it a jarring shake, like a dog by the scruff of the neck, to show who was master.