Post by Danjon no Unmei on Oct 12, 2018 22:07:08 GMT -5
GRIMMY Winner ran through the temple, dodging other member of Jorogumo’s cult as he went. Followers watched him as he ran with looks of confusion and contempt. “The Master’s Worm” they called him, always doing the tasks Lord GRIM wouldn’t give even the very lowest of their order. He was nothing but a filthy gaijin who licked the Master’s boots. What few knew, or could even comprehend, was how much the Order depending on his service.
He barged into the incantation lair, out of breath. Everyone in the room there looked up at him, except Lord GRIM.
“GRIMMY, my son,” GRIM yelled, “Have you brought what I sent you for?”
Winner started to reply, but saw Jin Hirai growling at him from place beside a huge cauldron. He simply nodded and hand over a small pouch to Sentai, who in turn laid it in the hand of their master. Lord GRIM opened the bag and laughed.
“Well done, GRIMMY. Well done!”
“Thank you, Lord GRIM. GRIMMY did like you asked, destroying Musket’s camp so no one would know what GRIMMY was really after.”
“Are you sure you got it right,” Jin asked, scoffing, “It won’t help us any if you brought us the mongrel’s instead.”
GRIMMY gave him a dirty look.
“GRIMMY might not be the smartest, but GRIMMY can tell the difference.”
“SHUT UP, BOTH OF YOU!”
GRIM opened the pouch and poured the contents into the cauldron, human hair. The hair began to sizzle as it touched the liquid and seemed to burn away. GRIM clapped his hands with cruel delight.
“EXCELLENT, the potion is almost ready. Soon we will have the power to finally put to bring Mike Musket to his knees and show all of Japan the truly weak he is before the might of the Demon Brigade!”
“And Jun Vegas as well,” Jin growled.
“YES,” GRIM roared, “He reminds me of you, Jin-san, born into the tainted world of the west.”
“Don’t remind me, my lord,” Jin growled, “I was blinded by the bright lights and the lies. Nothing more than a dancing fool!”
“Yes,” GRIM cackled, “but you saw the error of your ways and turned your back on the western pigs and lies. But as lost as you were, it pales in comparison to the so-called ‘Outlaw’. He has completely forsaken his heritage and even taken a western nickname upon himself, ‘Vegas’.”
“Truly as disgrace to his ancestors,” Sentai added, “He is as much a disgrace as that reporter, Sagara Fusanosuke, who follows Musket around.”
“Like so many in this land,” GRIM proclaimed as he started to mix the potion, “they have forgotten what it means to be truly Japanese, but unlike Jin-san they cannot be saved. They do not deserve to be saved! Vegas and Fusanosuke will suffer the same fate as the likes of Mike Musket! They must be wiped from the surface of the land. Their taint must be eradicated! It is the only way that Japan can be saved once and for all.”
He lifts the ladle from the cauldron and sniffs it to his nose. A wicked smile grows on his face.
“Yes, very soon the poison that Jorogumo taught to be will be ready. A venom so vile that even the mighty Mike Musket will not be able to resist. His hopes of ever becoming World Tag Team Champion will crumble into dust and he will be left crying in agony as the very skin upon his face will peel from body! What we do to Musket will be a lesson to all who try and oppose the Demon Brigade. People will learn the true power of Jorogumo.”
GRIM began to cackle loudly with laughter.
“Musket and Vegas believe they are about to fulfill their dreams by becoming World Team Champions, but little do they know that their dreams will become a nightmare that no one will forget! It will be a lesson for all to witness and tremble at the might of our mistress, the Spider Lady. ALL HAIL JOROGUMO!”
“ALL HAIL JOROGUMO,” the rest answered.
Out of the corner of his eye, GRIM saw a rat crawling along the wall. Without missing a beat, he sipped from the ladle in his hand and spit the contents at the rat. It screamed in agony and suddenly collapse, convulsing for several seconds before it finally stopped moving all together. GRIM laughed as he watched the creature pass away.
“Yes, well done indeed, GRIMMY. Well done indeed!”
He barged into the incantation lair, out of breath. Everyone in the room there looked up at him, except Lord GRIM.
“GRIMMY, my son,” GRIM yelled, “Have you brought what I sent you for?”
Winner started to reply, but saw Jin Hirai growling at him from place beside a huge cauldron. He simply nodded and hand over a small pouch to Sentai, who in turn laid it in the hand of their master. Lord GRIM opened the bag and laughed.
“Well done, GRIMMY. Well done!”
“Thank you, Lord GRIM. GRIMMY did like you asked, destroying Musket’s camp so no one would know what GRIMMY was really after.”
“Are you sure you got it right,” Jin asked, scoffing, “It won’t help us any if you brought us the mongrel’s instead.”
GRIMMY gave him a dirty look.
“GRIMMY might not be the smartest, but GRIMMY can tell the difference.”
“SHUT UP, BOTH OF YOU!”
GRIM opened the pouch and poured the contents into the cauldron, human hair. The hair began to sizzle as it touched the liquid and seemed to burn away. GRIM clapped his hands with cruel delight.
“EXCELLENT, the potion is almost ready. Soon we will have the power to finally put to bring Mike Musket to his knees and show all of Japan the truly weak he is before the might of the Demon Brigade!”
“And Jun Vegas as well,” Jin growled.
“YES,” GRIM roared, “He reminds me of you, Jin-san, born into the tainted world of the west.”
“Don’t remind me, my lord,” Jin growled, “I was blinded by the bright lights and the lies. Nothing more than a dancing fool!”
“Yes,” GRIM cackled, “but you saw the error of your ways and turned your back on the western pigs and lies. But as lost as you were, it pales in comparison to the so-called ‘Outlaw’. He has completely forsaken his heritage and even taken a western nickname upon himself, ‘Vegas’.”
“Truly as disgrace to his ancestors,” Sentai added, “He is as much a disgrace as that reporter, Sagara Fusanosuke, who follows Musket around.”
“Like so many in this land,” GRIM proclaimed as he started to mix the potion, “they have forgotten what it means to be truly Japanese, but unlike Jin-san they cannot be saved. They do not deserve to be saved! Vegas and Fusanosuke will suffer the same fate as the likes of Mike Musket! They must be wiped from the surface of the land. Their taint must be eradicated! It is the only way that Japan can be saved once and for all.”
He lifts the ladle from the cauldron and sniffs it to his nose. A wicked smile grows on his face.
“Yes, very soon the poison that Jorogumo taught to be will be ready. A venom so vile that even the mighty Mike Musket will not be able to resist. His hopes of ever becoming World Tag Team Champion will crumble into dust and he will be left crying in agony as the very skin upon his face will peel from body! What we do to Musket will be a lesson to all who try and oppose the Demon Brigade. People will learn the true power of Jorogumo.”
GRIM began to cackle loudly with laughter.
“Musket and Vegas believe they are about to fulfill their dreams by becoming World Team Champions, but little do they know that their dreams will become a nightmare that no one will forget! It will be a lesson for all to witness and tremble at the might of our mistress, the Spider Lady. ALL HAIL JOROGUMO!”
“ALL HAIL JOROGUMO,” the rest answered.
Out of the corner of his eye, GRIM saw a rat crawling along the wall. Without missing a beat, he sipped from the ladle in his hand and spit the contents at the rat. It screamed in agony and suddenly collapse, convulsing for several seconds before it finally stopped moving all together. GRIM laughed as he watched the creature pass away.
“Yes, well done indeed, GRIMMY. Well done indeed!”