10-12-2020, 08:38 PM
⸺ STRYKER, THE KINGPIN ⸺
pleasing everyone isn't like you, dancing jigs until i'm crippled
Stryker nodded. They had already established that his brother was six feet under, so he wasn't sure why Ezrakel felt the need to restate that. Nevertheless, he let the boy have his moment. Dramatic tellings were interesting, after all. "My condolences," he muttered instead. That was before the truth came out though, leaving the Kingpin in the dark. The lion would come to regret his words.
Listening further, he wanted to snort. 'Sounds like that cunt Jervis' reason for taking my spot within The Pitt,' his internal thoughts reminisced. Nonetheless, Stryker tried to take his words seriously. Death was not a laughable subject... At least for most. He contemplated his words carefully, debating whether or not if he should reel back or acknowledge the elephant in the room calmly. A cackle left him upon his decision. "You're right," he enthused. "It was cowardly." Talk about being 'empathetic.' "You should have taken his spot on the throne and hid your secret, rather than letting the body rot." It didn't seem that Ezrakel ever got caught either. To the lion, the feline's leave just appeared to be out of fear and the fact that they didn't want to acknowledge their mistakes.
His tail swished from side to side with the wind's breeze. Neon eyes turned back out towards the horizon. "What was preventing you from staying? Shame?" he prods. "The Coalition of the Condemned will not shame you for your mistakes, Ezrakel." At least not for the mistakes that happened elsewhere. For a former exile and prisoner, Stryker couldn't judge others too harshly.
Listening further, he wanted to snort. 'Sounds like that cunt Jervis' reason for taking my spot within The Pitt,' his internal thoughts reminisced. Nonetheless, Stryker tried to take his words seriously. Death was not a laughable subject... At least for most. He contemplated his words carefully, debating whether or not if he should reel back or acknowledge the elephant in the room calmly. A cackle left him upon his decision. "You're right," he enthused. "It was cowardly." Talk about being 'empathetic.' "You should have taken his spot on the throne and hid your secret, rather than letting the body rot." It didn't seem that Ezrakel ever got caught either. To the lion, the feline's leave just appeared to be out of fear and the fact that they didn't want to acknowledge their mistakes.
His tail swished from side to side with the wind's breeze. Neon eyes turned back out towards the horizon. "What was preventing you from staying? Shame?" he prods. "The Coalition of the Condemned will not shame you for your mistakes, Ezrakel." At least not for the mistakes that happened elsewhere. For a former exile and prisoner, Stryker couldn't judge others too harshly.
"TALKING"