07-08-2024, 01:07 PM
FATED, FAITHFUL, FATAL...
"Oh yes, liquid diet. That's how I keep my stunning form."
When in doubt, shit-talk it out. It was a tried and longstanding method that Project used, much to the wild annoyance of those who he found himself at the mercy of. But Xanti... No, there was no mercy here, no light behind those eyes that implied weakness. This was someone who held cold cruelty, a lust for revenge.
"Tortured your brother? Oh, kid, I didn't torture him. Not in the sense of-" His words were cut off as rope wrapped around his legs and his head was brought against iron bars. "Rude, firstly. Secondly, not torture in the sense of what I assume you'll be doing to me." The Knight continued, a cruel smile gracing his features as he met the Good Doctor's eyes.
Panic was not present, only a calm acceptance that he would be executed for his perceived crime. If only he had known was was going to be done to him soon enough.
"Yes, yes, how ironic. Is it hypocritical? Maybe. But it sure is damn effective." Project continued, a glare shooting to Xanti, his pride and will Unbroken as he would attempt to get under his captors skin.
"Call it evil, but you miss the mark. You say I am defectuoso. Your youth lends to your foolishness, creature. If only you knew, if you've seen the birth and deaths of universes, maybe you would see the world as I do. Sending messages, and compliance through fear, these are how you kill off foolishness and evil." He continued, a laugh spilling from his mouth as he noticed the floating knife suspiciously close to his red eye, his good eye.
"Come then, Doctor. Teach me. Teach me what I apparently failed to teach your scoundrel brother." He prodded, malice and a cold cruelty soaking his words.
When in doubt, shit-talk it out. It was a tried and longstanding method that Project used, much to the wild annoyance of those who he found himself at the mercy of. But Xanti... No, there was no mercy here, no light behind those eyes that implied weakness. This was someone who held cold cruelty, a lust for revenge.
"Tortured your brother? Oh, kid, I didn't torture him. Not in the sense of-" His words were cut off as rope wrapped around his legs and his head was brought against iron bars. "Rude, firstly. Secondly, not torture in the sense of what I assume you'll be doing to me." The Knight continued, a cruel smile gracing his features as he met the Good Doctor's eyes.
Panic was not present, only a calm acceptance that he would be executed for his perceived crime. If only he had known was was going to be done to him soon enough.
"Yes, yes, how ironic. Is it hypocritical? Maybe. But it sure is damn effective." Project continued, a glare shooting to Xanti, his pride and will Unbroken as he would attempt to get under his captors skin.
"Call it evil, but you miss the mark. You say I am defectuoso. Your youth lends to your foolishness, creature. If only you knew, if you've seen the birth and deaths of universes, maybe you would see the world as I do. Sending messages, and compliance through fear, these are how you kill off foolishness and evil." He continued, a laugh spilling from his mouth as he noticed the floating knife suspiciously close to his red eye, his good eye.
"Come then, Doctor. Teach me. Teach me what I apparently failed to teach your scoundrel brother." He prodded, malice and a cold cruelty soaking his words.
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