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Post by Roberto DaCosta on Mar 30, 2007 7:56:48 GMT -5
“Good evening, my darlings. I see that Shaw, as always, is keeping us waiting.”
"Hello, Betsy," Roberto said casually. He was aware as each of the others of her power and her ambition. He held no qualms in that regard, largely because he himself wanted a higher rank than he now possessed. He was the Black Knight but he did want more. He would be King before Shaw ever knew what was happening.
"Mild Threat?" Roberto snapped at Alphonse, still put out at being displaced from his first chair. He smiled then, enjoying this train of thought, "You aim high do you not, my friend?"
“Roberto, how charming to see you again.”
"An immense pleasure to see you as well, Miss Braddock." It was her ambition that had made him originally think of becoming the Black King himself. He smiled in her direction. He schooled his thoughts, knowing full well that two here could read them if they wanted to. It wouldn't do to have Emma warn Shaw. So instead of power, he thought of puppies. Little fuzzy, cute puppies.
And of course the idea that he could somehow knock Alphonse onto the floor. He just had to figure out how to do it without being obvious. He could not power up without giving himself away.
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