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[X] The Worst Person In The World Had A Good Point
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[X] A Plan Was Executed Perfectly At the Wrong Time
[X] The Worst Person In The World Had A Good Point
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[X] The Worst Person In The World Had A Good Point
[X] A Plan Was Executed Perfectly At the Wrong Time
[X] The Worst Person In The World Had A Good Point
The Worst Person In the World Has A Good Point
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[X] The Worst Person In The World Had A Good Point
Rabekhu served The Fool not because she wanted to, but because she had to. That was essentially true for everyone who danced to his tune down in the Underhives, but it was doubly true for her since she couldn't even find a way to escape to the stars the way some could. Generations of unclean conditions had left their mark on her, and to expose herself to the systems of the Above was a death sentence.
She unfortunately also knew that working with the Fool meant that her best case scenario was a quick death many years from now, and her most likely cause of death was 'failing the Fool'. As his personal chemist, she knew how many of his former lieutenants being used in the manufacture of the illegal drugs that served as the foundation of his empire.
As such, she was incredibly uncomfortable with how agitated he was with the goings-on of the Above. One wrong word against him and her head would be in a jar making Spook while her adrenal glands went towards making Slaught, but she couldn't just let him rant or he might find her silence a sign of weakness and incompetence.
Legs made heavy through the amount of bionics needed just to keep him alive, the Fool stalked back and forth through his office while his lieutenants stood at attention and the naked nubiles tried to appear attractive while also not being seen. Exposed teeth chattered in time with the clicking of the servos and wires that gave the remnants of his skull motion, the spastic remains of his ability to frown. Eventually he whirled upon those in attendance and stated in his wholly artificial voice, "I don't like it."
There was silence for a long moment before the eyes of those in attendance slid over to Rabekhu, who asked quietly, "What precisely do you not like?"
Shifting his torso towards her so that the sensors that gave him vision would be pointed at her, the Fool replied, "The attacks on the temples. Fuck the priests, but it doesn't make any bloody sense why the Nobs and the Arbs are going after the Suckers."
"Perhaps the priests really are heretics?" Rabekhu posited.
Waving a nearly fleshless hand in her direction, the Fool replied, "Nah, that's always quiet. The Pattie gets reassigned, a few popular sorts just disappear, a couple of low ranking guys get hauled up on pyres, and they wrap it all up with a good ol' Twistie Stomp. You don't go attacking the temples directly. The Nobs and Arbs need the Suckers to keep the Spacers off of them."
There was another long pause while the Fool mulled things over and everyone in attendance wondered if they should be offering some suggestion or just stay quiet. Finally, after a long, tense moment the Fool declared, "Alright, I don't like it, and when I don't like something, I kill it. Now, normally I would say that we let the Abovers eat each other alive and we all keep our heads down, but if the Nobs and Arbs are going after the Suckers, I say we take the chance to put a dagger or two in a turned back. The Spacers ain't gonna like the Suckers getting beat up so they'll come down and bash their fucking heads in. The Suckers might organize a Stomp after, but at least we'll be able to kill some fucking Arbs in the process, and the Nobs sure as shit ain't gonna appreciate us if we join in."
Everyone blinked in mute disbelief at what their leader was telling them, before Rabekhu gathered the nerve to speak up and say, "Are you saying we're going to support the Emperor-Suckers?"
"Fuck no," The Fool spat out. "We just gonna go kill a shitload of cops, and if it helps the Suckers, so be it. And if the Suckers come to me looking for help, well, I might consider it if the price is right."
That caused the assembled gang lords to relax at their leader's decision considerably. Helping the guys who organized pogroms was one thing, but taking the chance to hammer the enforcers of their misery was quite another. Rabekhu did have one question though, and she asked it.
"How many 'goodies' should we be breaking out, and how many Twists are we sending Above?" She asked, a key question given that she would have to organize it all.
Scratching a desiccated finger across polished bone, the Fool considered that before he shrugged and said, "Spread the misery. Bust out the toxers and radguns and… ehhh… okay, keep the brains in reserve, that might get us a bit too much heat. Any Twistie who wants to roll with us can come, but remind them that I ain't bailing their asses out if the get too closer to a Sucker torch."
Rabekhu let out a little relieved sigh and some of the more extreme weapons being kept in reserve. Pulling out all the stops would put her in catastrophic danger in the backlash, and if that was so she wanted to go quietly put a bullet in her brain before anyone caught on to her desertion intentions. Hurling all the toxic shit that accumulated in the sump back at the Abovers would piss them off, but she could live with that.
Teeth clattering together while his voxbox let out an electrical cackle that was the Fool's grating version of laughter, the Undershah stated, "Hooo boy did the Guv make a mistake here. This don't make a lick of sense, and we're all gonna punish the shit out of him for it. Right then, everyone go get ready, 'cause we're all going to war!"
There were cheers from the lieutenants, some more real in their enthusiasm than others, but Rabekhu felt troubled. She was starting to get an itch on her feet like she always did when danger was approaching, but it wasn't coming from the Fool's decision. Something else was going on. He had a point, but she felt that he was missing something.
The hollow sockets of his empty skull turned towards Rabekhu, and she felt her skin crawl at her boss' attention, and she suddenly wondered if perhaps he wasn't missing something.
What wasn't being missed?
[] Someone Who Never Misses
[] Someone Only A Fool Would Know
[] Someone No One Should Know
Rabekhu served The Fool not because she wanted to, but because she had to. That was essentially true for everyone who danced to his tune down in the Underhives, but it was doubly true for her since she couldn't even find a way to escape to the stars the way some could. Generations of unclean conditions had left their mark on her, and to expose herself to the systems of the Above was a death sentence.
She unfortunately also knew that working with the Fool meant that her best case scenario was a quick death many years from now, and her most likely cause of death was 'failing the Fool'. As his personal chemist, she knew how many of his former lieutenants being used in the manufacture of the illegal drugs that served as the foundation of his empire.
As such, she was incredibly uncomfortable with how agitated he was with the goings-on of the Above. One wrong word against him and her head would be in a jar making Spook while her adrenal glands went towards making Slaught, but she couldn't just let him rant or he might find her silence a sign of weakness and incompetence.
Legs made heavy through the amount of bionics needed just to keep him alive, the Fool stalked back and forth through his office while his lieutenants stood at attention and the naked nubiles tried to appear attractive while also not being seen. Exposed teeth chattered in time with the clicking of the servos and wires that gave the remnants of his skull motion, the spastic remains of his ability to frown. Eventually he whirled upon those in attendance and stated in his wholly artificial voice, "I don't like it."
There was silence for a long moment before the eyes of those in attendance slid over to Rabekhu, who asked quietly, "What precisely do you not like?"
Shifting his torso towards her so that the sensors that gave him vision would be pointed at her, the Fool replied, "The attacks on the temples. Fuck the priests, but it doesn't make any bloody sense why the Nobs and the Arbs are going after the Suckers."
"Perhaps the priests really are heretics?" Rabekhu posited.
Waving a nearly fleshless hand in her direction, the Fool replied, "Nah, that's always quiet. The Pattie gets reassigned, a few popular sorts just disappear, a couple of low ranking guys get hauled up on pyres, and they wrap it all up with a good ol' Twistie Stomp. You don't go attacking the temples directly. The Nobs and Arbs need the Suckers to keep the Spacers off of them."
There was another long pause while the Fool mulled things over and everyone in attendance wondered if they should be offering some suggestion or just stay quiet. Finally, after a long, tense moment the Fool declared, "Alright, I don't like it, and when I don't like something, I kill it. Now, normally I would say that we let the Abovers eat each other alive and we all keep our heads down, but if the Nobs and Arbs are going after the Suckers, I say we take the chance to put a dagger or two in a turned back. The Spacers ain't gonna like the Suckers getting beat up so they'll come down and bash their fucking heads in. The Suckers might organize a Stomp after, but at least we'll be able to kill some fucking Arbs in the process, and the Nobs sure as shit ain't gonna appreciate us if we join in."
Everyone blinked in mute disbelief at what their leader was telling them, before Rabekhu gathered the nerve to speak up and say, "Are you saying we're going to support the Emperor-Suckers?"
"Fuck no," The Fool spat out. "We just gonna go kill a shitload of cops, and if it helps the Suckers, so be it. And if the Suckers come to me looking for help, well, I might consider it if the price is right."
That caused the assembled gang lords to relax at their leader's decision considerably. Helping the guys who organized pogroms was one thing, but taking the chance to hammer the enforcers of their misery was quite another. Rabekhu did have one question though, and she asked it.
"How many 'goodies' should we be breaking out, and how many Twists are we sending Above?" She asked, a key question given that she would have to organize it all.
Scratching a desiccated finger across polished bone, the Fool considered that before he shrugged and said, "Spread the misery. Bust out the toxers and radguns and… ehhh… okay, keep the brains in reserve, that might get us a bit too much heat. Any Twistie who wants to roll with us can come, but remind them that I ain't bailing their asses out if the get too closer to a Sucker torch."
Rabekhu let out a little relieved sigh and some of the more extreme weapons being kept in reserve. Pulling out all the stops would put her in catastrophic danger in the backlash, and if that was so she wanted to go quietly put a bullet in her brain before anyone caught on to her desertion intentions. Hurling all the toxic shit that accumulated in the sump back at the Abovers would piss them off, but she could live with that.
Teeth clattering together while his voxbox let out an electrical cackle that was the Fool's grating version of laughter, the Undershah stated, "Hooo boy did the Guv make a mistake here. This don't make a lick of sense, and we're all gonna punish the shit out of him for it. Right then, everyone go get ready, 'cause we're all going to war!"
There were cheers from the lieutenants, some more real in their enthusiasm than others, but Rabekhu felt troubled. She was starting to get an itch on her feet like she always did when danger was approaching, but it wasn't coming from the Fool's decision. Something else was going on. He had a point, but she felt that he was missing something.
The hollow sockets of his empty skull turned towards Rabekhu, and she felt her skin crawl at her boss' attention, and she suddenly wondered if perhaps he wasn't missing something.
What wasn't being missed?
[] Someone Who Never Misses
[] Someone Only A Fool Would Know
[] Someone No One Should Know
- Location
- United States
[X] Someone Only A Fool Would Know