We'll set something ablaze
Who: OPEN [Corinthian's going to be looking for Graverobber, but he can run into anyone on the way]
Where: Abyss
When: Night
Summary: The Corinthian catches up with a "friend"
Rating: PG to start
Other: --
He'd had to get new sunglasses. The first concern upon many, since being "escorted" back to the Abyss. That the Corinthian had been declared winner of that petty game was a mockery. He hadn't won the prize he'd sought-- the agonized screams and deaths of those who had collared him. Fury still simmered in the pit of him, black and bubbling.
His return had done little to ease the feeling. It was a former employer who first revealed to the nightmare that there had been a broadcast, and that every moment of every fight had found its way onto the screens. His little dark secret had been flushed out, and suddenly no one was quite as eager to keep up their contacts with him. Cowards and petty fools. The Corinthian had known them to be so from the start-- it was what he had sought, in some of them-- but it still ate at him at him how quickly they cut their association. His reputation had stated him as dangerous far before the little event. Was it only that the egos of the petty thugs and bosses had allowed them to think themselves safe from it? Had seeing his skills displayed on a screen so shattered their grandiose illusions? Were they now so afraid?
The nightmare had not been able to ask the reason. He had not cared. The results were all that mattered in the end. He had lost a healthy percentage of his business base, and it would take time for him to regain those sorts of connections. It would be harder this time around. He hadn't yet contacted his newest employer-- that scientist from Elyisum-- but he wondered if that man wouldn't avoid their arrangement now too.
His boots crushed a bit of glass and debris underfoot. The Graverobber would be out here somewhere. At least he seemed to have a clearer head.
Admirable, considering he was now of the few intimately aware that the Corinthian was a killer.
Where: Abyss
When: Night
Summary: The Corinthian catches up with a "friend"
Rating: PG to start
Other: --
He'd had to get new sunglasses. The first concern upon many, since being "escorted" back to the Abyss. That the Corinthian had been declared winner of that petty game was a mockery. He hadn't won the prize he'd sought-- the agonized screams and deaths of those who had collared him. Fury still simmered in the pit of him, black and bubbling.
His return had done little to ease the feeling. It was a former employer who first revealed to the nightmare that there had been a broadcast, and that every moment of every fight had found its way onto the screens. His little dark secret had been flushed out, and suddenly no one was quite as eager to keep up their contacts with him. Cowards and petty fools. The Corinthian had known them to be so from the start-- it was what he had sought, in some of them-- but it still ate at him at him how quickly they cut their association. His reputation had stated him as dangerous far before the little event. Was it only that the egos of the petty thugs and bosses had allowed them to think themselves safe from it? Had seeing his skills displayed on a screen so shattered their grandiose illusions? Were they now so afraid?
The nightmare had not been able to ask the reason. He had not cared. The results were all that mattered in the end. He had lost a healthy percentage of his business base, and it would take time for him to regain those sorts of connections. It would be harder this time around. He hadn't yet contacted his newest employer-- that scientist from Elyisum-- but he wondered if that man wouldn't avoid their arrangement now too.
His boots crushed a bit of glass and debris underfoot. The Graverobber would be out here somewhere. At least he seemed to have a clearer head.
Admirable, considering he was now of the few intimately aware that the Corinthian was a killer.