The Books of Indominus: I of X

[MONROE 天皇暴力]

Men. He didn't care for men. Not the gender. That would be petty. He didn't care for men; humanity. For all the charisma he often presented, interacting with others often left a foul taste in his mouth. It was dry, bitter, and for some reason metallic. But there was something about Japan that washed this all away. It made the presence of others a somewhat bearable experience; but only somewhat. His moment of zen was interrupted by a guttural, churning noise. Brother Righteous had a knack for clearing his throat at the worst possible time.

"Do you plan on speaking?"

His statement was concise. His voice was a deep baritone tinged with an accent. MONROE could never quite place it. At times it had a distinctly Italian dialect, at times it did not. Sometimes he wondered if the man was simply picking and choosing as he went.

"I have not decided yet. I do not know these men. I do not care to know these men. I have not decided whether or not they deserve to hear my word."

MONROE's voice was deep, apathetic. There was a confident twang to his words that seemed to lean a bit more heavy towards declarative arrogance than it did confidence. Brother Righteous' face was largely obscured from view by the skeletal visage he wore, but that did not stop MORNOE from feeling the scowl that he was being presented with.

"You are far too proud, this is not why you were chosen to represent our interests."

He paid very little mind to the man's words. His presence was something that was tolerated more so than it was actually accepted. His was a presence that loomed over the room like a stench. A foul smell that lingered too long. He moved liked a whisper, the tails of his robes the only indication that he had actually been at any given spot in the room.

“You have been gifted an opportunity. An opportunity we did not expect to see so soon. An opportunity to change the landscape. An opportunity to to make a statement.”

MONROE didn't bother meeting his gaze. He quickly responded, leaving little air between their statements.

“And opportunity to create a conflict within certain interests we have already forged.”

He could once again feel the scowl cast upon him. The sensation was not an enjoyable one. MONROE was a large man by any and all definitions. But when such a look was cast upon him he felt as though he was once more a small child. He could feel the anger boiling within the pit of his stomach. Brother Righteous could feel it too, and thus he spoke once more.

“You worry too much. If anything this will prove more beneficial to the arrangement. You will be viewed as a force to be reckoned, and thus the – “

It was then that Brother Righteous could feel an intense gaze upon him. He pursed his lips, silencing himself, simply offering a nod. He knew when his council was needed. He also knew when it was best to remain silent and observe.

“Ready yourself. Do not got lost in your bloodlust. Do not succumb to the need to drown others in your blood and thunder."

With silence becoming the currency of the moment, Brother Righteous took his leave. MONROE found the sanctity of the solitude presented to him almost intoxicating. He would watch tape of his opponents. He would take in their strengths and their weaknesses, and he would let time consume him as he worked on a plan for the match. Brother Righteous, however, had more pressing matters. Council would be needed, as their plans had already gone awry. Would they be able to center MONROE before his homecoming? Or would the monster have no leash.

FIN