[Scene] Damnable Defense Attorneys
von Karma: *it's dinnertime at the prison cafeteria, and von Karma sits in a remote corner of the room, cutting up what appears to be a plate of carefully caved roast beef, drizzled in gravy, with potatoes and assorted vegetables on the side. His dinners have always looked a few grades better than the other prisoners', surprisingly (or not so surprisingly)*
Diego: *there is no ceremony or announcement as Diego strides over to von Karma's table, his prison jumpsuit replaced with his own clothes again. He stops in front of the older man, on the side of the table opposite from him, and slams his hand open-palm on the surface of the table, hard enough to rattle von Karma's food*
von Karma: *glances up from his dinner, though his hands are still positioned, with cutlery held, at the plate. The sharp incline of an eyebrow is the only acknowledgement he offers to the other man*
Diego: You've gone to a lot of trouble on my account, old man. A lot of trouble.
von Karma: *he sets down his cutlery, neatly, by the side of his plate, and dabs at his mouth with a cloth napkin before he speaks* What the devil do you mean, Armando?
Diego: I mean - *he draws back his hand and slaps von Karma open-palmed across the face, meriting a CRACK that can be heard throughout the entire cafeteria. It is not a forceful blow, it will not bruise the old man's face, but it is very loud and meant to be humiliating - prisoners are already staring* that I am not in the mood for games any longer, von Karma.
von Karma: *flinches at the blow, and for just a moment he looks startled before his expression shifts into barely contained rage* *through gritted teeth* Ah. Well that was no trouble. Nor was it a game.
Diego: *he leans in close, until his face is only an inch from von Karma's, and his mouth is twisted into a grin* It's not any longer, of that much I can assure you From here on out there will be no more violence of that kind - but there will be violence of another, just once more, between us.
von Karma: *glowers at Diego, not pulling his head back in the least* And what do you mean by that?
Diego: *his grin doesn't falter, and when he speaks it is in von Karma's voice* TAKE NOTICE! I am not dead. And will not be any time soon, I assure you. *he drops back to his own tons* Your words, weren't they - but they were a bluff, a lie. You don't know at all - you can't. *his grin grows even wider, the glow of his visor giving him the face of a demon* I had the date moved.
von Karma: .......... *laughs, folding his arms* You do not have that kind of power, boy.
Diego: *the grin doesn't fade, but his voice falls to a hushed whisper, ignoring von Karma's assertion* The warden is gone; the guard has been changed. You will not be able to check whether I'm lying or not. Take this as you will: I know the day, the date, the hour. You will know it, too, ten minutes before it happens - and when you hang, I will be the last person to ever see you. I promise.
Diego: *he slams his hand on the table, turns, and walks away* Good evening, Manfred von Karma.
von Karma: ........... *watches the man leave, shaking--not out of fear but rage, that loss of control threatening to burst out and fill the entirety of the room, terrify every single person present. His left hand clenches his arm strongly before he wrenches it and his other hand away from himself, back to pick up his cutlery, back to continuing to finish his dinner, because he will not be caught unable to finish by any of the ignorant gawkers who continue to stare at him*
Diego: *there is no ceremony or announcement as Diego strides over to von Karma's table, his prison jumpsuit replaced with his own clothes again. He stops in front of the older man, on the side of the table opposite from him, and slams his hand open-palm on the surface of the table, hard enough to rattle von Karma's food*
von Karma: *glances up from his dinner, though his hands are still positioned, with cutlery held, at the plate. The sharp incline of an eyebrow is the only acknowledgement he offers to the other man*
Diego: You've gone to a lot of trouble on my account, old man. A lot of trouble.
von Karma: *he sets down his cutlery, neatly, by the side of his plate, and dabs at his mouth with a cloth napkin before he speaks* What the devil do you mean, Armando?
Diego: I mean - *he draws back his hand and slaps von Karma open-palmed across the face, meriting a CRACK that can be heard throughout the entire cafeteria. It is not a forceful blow, it will not bruise the old man's face, but it is very loud and meant to be humiliating - prisoners are already staring* that I am not in the mood for games any longer, von Karma.
von Karma: *flinches at the blow, and for just a moment he looks startled before his expression shifts into barely contained rage* *through gritted teeth* Ah. Well that was no trouble. Nor was it a game.
Diego: *he leans in close, until his face is only an inch from von Karma's, and his mouth is twisted into a grin* It's not any longer, of that much I can assure you From here on out there will be no more violence of that kind - but there will be violence of another, just once more, between us.
von Karma: *glowers at Diego, not pulling his head back in the least* And what do you mean by that?
Diego: *his grin doesn't falter, and when he speaks it is in von Karma's voice* TAKE NOTICE! I am not dead. And will not be any time soon, I assure you. *he drops back to his own tons* Your words, weren't they - but they were a bluff, a lie. You don't know at all - you can't. *his grin grows even wider, the glow of his visor giving him the face of a demon* I had the date moved.
von Karma: .......... *laughs, folding his arms* You do not have that kind of power, boy.
Diego: *the grin doesn't fade, but his voice falls to a hushed whisper, ignoring von Karma's assertion* The warden is gone; the guard has been changed. You will not be able to check whether I'm lying or not. Take this as you will: I know the day, the date, the hour. You will know it, too, ten minutes before it happens - and when you hang, I will be the last person to ever see you. I promise.
Diego: *he slams his hand on the table, turns, and walks away* Good evening, Manfred von Karma.
von Karma: ........... *watches the man leave, shaking--not out of fear but rage, that loss of control threatening to burst out and fill the entirety of the room, terrify every single person present. His left hand clenches his arm strongly before he wrenches it and his other hand away from himself, back to pick up his cutlery, back to continuing to finish his dinner, because he will not be caught unable to finish by any of the ignorant gawkers who continue to stare at him*