Post by David Hunter on May 16, 2019 13:44:03 GMT -5
You ever find yourself staring at somebody you’d thought you’d never have the pleasure to meet?
And going into this you’d think you’d have this…amazing idea of what they’re like?
And what you think is something so fantastical, so imaginative that there has to be some kind of trick, right?
But when you actually sit down and talk to them…they’re just a normal guy?
So imagine David’s disappointment when Noxurus decides to enlist the help of a genuine Xiaolin monk for some 'on-the-side deals'. Not some rookie, not some dragon-in-training, no, he’s talking about a legitimate Dragon Master Monk.
It’s not somebody with class and dignity like Guan, or a guy who isolates himself for eons for his own benefit like Tyrian. No, it’s the crème of the crop. The go-to guy. The icon himself, Dragon Master Monk Raimundo Pedrosa.
Now, here me out. I understand that this might come as a shock given where the series left off, but the thing with how these interdimensional lasers work is they only go to different dimensions. Dimensions themselves aren’t completely parallel. At that point you’re dealing with multiverses which are a whole other bag of bullshit. What you have to remember about other dimensions is that once a show stops airing, their lives don’t just end, alright?
There’s a dimension with the Titans that still has the main five trying to somehow get in contact with the Prime Dimension.
There’s a dimension with Taylor Kitsch as John Carter that has him play out the rest of the Mars series.
There’s a dimension where a whole bunch of shit went down with the Xiaolin monks that caused one of them to go back to his ranch, one of them to take over her father’s company, one of them to stay at the temple, and one of them to advance onwards to become one of the few legendary Xiaolin monks still alive.
This isn’t the first time we’ve fucked with this dimension, or at least somebody from it. Jack is an official member of the council, after all. Plus we've seen a genuine Showdown not too long ago. But no, today, David finds himself in a dimension of China, presently sitting on an uncomfortable cushion, staring across a small table at a Brazilian monk drinking some shit-tier tea.
“So…” David says, extending the ‘o’ for the sake of boredom.
Raimundo sets down his cup of tea. He looks up at David, raising an eyebrow.
“Are you willing to agree to my terms?” David asks.
Raimundo only stares at David, his eyes blinking only once.
David lets out a sigh, falling backwards off the cushion. He lands on the wooden floor, letting out a sigh.
“You know…I’ve been a huntsman in Remnant, a trainer in Johto, a technical Heylin if you consider who my trainer was,” at this, David sticks his pinky in his right ear, cleaning out a bit of muck. “But I always figured I was too active to ever be a Xiaolin monk. It’s kind of funny actually: for all the people I’ve killed, the lessons I’ve learned, and the things I’ve done, I’ve never comprehended the idea of pacifism.”
Raimundo releases a small chuckle, audible only to those within his immediate area. David peaks down, glancing at the general direction the monk is sitting.
“Is that really all you think the Xiaolin monks are? Pacifists?” Raimundo asks.
“No, that was a general assessment, but you get the idea,” David says.
Whilst David sits back up on the cushion, Raimundo shrugs his shoulders.
“Let me let you in on a secret here: there isn’t much difference between the Xiaolin and the Heylin beyond intent. It’s something I picked up when I was still a Master Monk. Good and evil? Light and dark? For all the grandstanding that comes out of it…it’s basically all bullshit.”
This gets David to raise an eyebrow.
“I know we never really spoke much when you were around, and for good reason. Wuya isn’t exactly the first person I’d want to be in company with,” Rai says.
“I’d imagine it can’t be worse than being in bed with her,” David says.
He can’t help but narrow his eyes in some sick state of nostalgia.
Rai, however, merely pinches his face together. Clearly a sight he did not want to imagine.
“Ew. My point was that we never had a real chance to get to know each other personally. But…I make it a habit to follow up with people of interest to the big Heylin baddies, Chase, Hannibal, and Wuya especially. So I dabbled a bit in dimensional communication and have been following most of your time since you were last here. About a decade ago, was it?” he asks.
David shrugs his right shoulder, not really committed to an answer, more focused on the conversation.
“What I’ve been seeing, what I’ve been following…it’s a perfect example of why all it’s all about intent. I’ve done some things I’m not proud of. I’ve been on both sides of the pitch. Hell, I wrote a whole series of scrolls in using Heylin magic as a Xiaolin monk. So I have an idea of what you’re going through. You’re working for somebody who can give you what you want, at the cost of everything else you’ve grown accustom to.
“When I turned my back on my fellow Dragons it was with the intent of furthering my own success. Did I end up turning back? Sure, but it took me a while to get over what I felt was a betrayal. Working under Wuya was fun while it lasted, but much like everything with her, it got old real fast. Lo and behold, the Xiaolin brought me back like I never betrayed them in the first place. Are you following me here?”
David takes a bottle of cheap beer he found on a salesman a while back. He was a real shady, creepy, perverted kind of guy, but there’s not a lot available when you’re traveling in a dimension that doesn’t have too much of it, let alone in the mountain hills of Buttfuck, China.
He takes a sip of the vile liquid before nodding his head.
“It took me a long time to accept that I still had a shadow looming over me. It wasn’t until I started using it to my advantage where I started on the path to where I am now. Did Wuya ever tell you how I outsmarted Hannibal?” Raimundo asks.
“You tricked him into thinking you were Heylin again,” David says.
“It was so simple to do, but considering how everybody else viewed the two sides, nobody saw it coming. When the time was right, I bowed out and gave the Xiaolin a victory,” Raimundo says.
David nods his head, taking another gulp from the liquid he calls ‘alcohol.’
“I took that ideology with me when I became the leader of the other Dragons as a Shoku Warrior. When I started buckling down on the concept is when I really started gaining ranks. A lot of my fellow Monks never took a liking to it. There’s only like…one or two of them left from when I started. A lot of my peers turned their backs on me or just left the lifestyle because of what I was teaching. My own Master even decided it was time for him to retire. Honestly, it was probably for the best.”
The two sit in a comfortable silence. Raimundo glances past David, staring at the wall. His eyes are unfocused, reminiscing more on the past than in staying in the present.
Eventually, he shakes his head, his eyes returning to meet David’s.
He continues.
“Now though? I have Xiaolin Masters all over the world who teach, in some ways, what I’ve learned. Hell, I’ve even had a good number of Heylin members switch sides once my teachings became more common. It’s unfortunate that my friends couldn’t see it the same way. It’s also pretty unfortunate that I’ve got this damn Wu in my spirit.”
“Tell me about that. I’ve only heard whispers about it from the Council,” David says.
“Oh, am I threat?” Raimundo asks.
He asks it with a dose of humor thrown in. However, we both know that being a threat to the Council is no joke.
“No, just somebody to keep an eye on. Most immortals are,” David says.
“Duly noted. Anyway, there was a huge fallout between the four of us. It ended with the usual bout of thousand years of darkness and the general epic conclusion Showdown, but before that, I unfortunately found myself on the wrong side of a Kuzuzu Atom,” Raimundo says.
David winces, hiding it a bit with another drink.
“Yeah, that was about my reaction. Luckily enough I had a Wu on me that hadn’t activated yet. One of the rarest ever, made once by Dashi then hidden away so nobody could find it: his coveted Immortal Pearl.”
“Wow…” David says, pausing to set the drink down and wipe his lips with the back of his left hand. “That’s kind of bullshit.”
“Trust me, it is. A few hours later I reappeared like I wasn’t just wiped out of existence. However, we came back together. The Immortal Pearl became a part of my spirit,” Raimundo concludes. “And now that it has, it’s given me plenty of time to adapt and become knowledgeable at what I know. Which brings me back to my point: it’s all about intent. My original goal was to utilize both Xiaolin and Heylin ideas and techniques for the sake of keeping the world in peace. My friends and the other Monks saw that as sacrilege, among other things. Most of them left or retired, with my friends returning home. Well, except for Cueball, but he just kinda wanders the land now.”
“Fancy,” David.
“Indeed. After that I took the ideas I was putting in place and adapted them to work more with the Xiaolin concept as a whole. Because honestly? Who cares about evil when the world isn’t falling apart?”
David looks towards the table. He ponders on that for a little bit.
“We’ve become a lot more isolated from the rest of the world, for the most part, all so we can keep it safe when the next world disaster hits. Whether it’s a World War, a nuclear holocaust, or another thousand years of darkness, we’ll be prepared. In the meantime, we’ll do what we have to in order to keep the Xiaolin alive. If that means lying to get what we need or breaking a few bones to stop a bad guy, than hey, that’s what we’ll do,” Raimundo says.
“Yeah, but what about the Wu?” David asks.
“It depends on what type. All of the Dragons have their signature Wu as well as their Wudai weapons should they need them. Jack still has the Monkey Staff stashed away somewhere, as well as the Reversing Mirror. The Sands of Time is locked away deep, deep underground. The Ying-Yang Yo-Yo are separated on different sides of the globe. A few other parties like your boss or the Others have a few other ones, but it’s not like we’re that dire. Dashi might’ve lived for a ridiculously long time, but the amount of Wu are finite. If a new one shows up, we’ll try and obtain it. Otherwise, we’ll try and keep most of them contained in a safe and secure location.”
David lets out a huff before taking one final gulp of his drink. He then slams the bottle down on the table in front of them.
“That was certainly enlightening. I appreciate the lecture on how intent reigns the day. Unfortunately I didn’t come for a nice chat, although I will keep it in mind in the future,” David says.
“I appreciate that. As for the terms you presented, I’ll have to think on it. It’s not a bad deal, all things considered. You can trade in and out for Wu whenever you, and only you, need them. I obtain vital information on your boss and your team for my records and history. You leave my dimension alone. I give you, and only you, access to our vaults. Unfortunately, this isn’t a one-man-leadership. I’ll have to talk to the other monks and see what they say,” Raimundo says.
David lets out a huff. With a nod, he stands up. He reaches into his right pocket, pulling out his cell phone.
“Give me a second, let me make a call,” he says.
David walks towards one of the sliding doors. He opens it and closes it, leaving Raimundo alone.
A bald man in a red and black robe opens a sliding door behind him. He approaches Raimundo, leaning down next to his head.
“Hey Omi, see if you can’t get that bottle to Kimiko. Have her run a DNA scan. Then throw it over to Guan, have him run a spirit check,” he says.
The bald guy—Omi—raises an eyebrow.
“What’s going around your skull, Rai?” Omi asks.
“Through my head, Omi. And I’m starting to think this isn’t just David we’re dealing with,” Raimundo says.
“Understood,” Omi says.
He picks up the bottle of cheap booze before exiting the way he came. Behind the screen, David continues to yell at somebody on his phone.
“What the hell do you mean we’re calling this off? Are you out of your fucking mind? Wait, don’t answer that, of course you are, you’re the fucking Mistress of Most Evil,” David says.
On the other end, this ‘mistress' shouts out numerous expletives, all enhanced in and out by her own volume cutting the call’s quality.
“Hey, here’s a fucking idea: I don’t care about what you think. The last time I was here, it was you who kicked me out, not me. Near as I can tell that means it’s your fault I’m not closer with Rai,” David says.
A few more moments pass with the ‘mistress’ calming down significantly.
“That’s a ‘No’ word, and no, do not put him on the line. Tell him that we’re going to seal this deal before I come back. I’ve got a match next week and it’s pretty fucking important, I’ll be dammed if I miss it because you, per the usual, were too fucking arrogant to think things might not go your way.”
David stops talking, his face falling flat as more shouting can be heard on the other side.
“Oh please, I probably know you more than Chase does at this point,” David says, followed by a brief moment of pause.
His cheeks turn red. Whether in frustration or embarrassment, I couldn’t say for sure.
“Yes, okay, in that way too. Look, just let Noxurus know I’ll get this shit done. Don’t send back-up, and for the love of the unknown, do not bring yourself down here. Just stay at the base, I’ll be back before sundown, okay?”
Another brief pause.
A loud groan escapes David’s lips.
“Ugh, fine, if it’ll stop you from doing something drastic I’ll stop by your room later, just stay the fuck quiet before you do something you’ll regret.”
Another blush hits the young man’s cheeks. He takes the phone off his ear, shouting into the phone.
“I am aware you can’t fuck quietly, thank you very much! I am hanging up now!”
David hangs up the phone. He holds it in his hand for a few seconds to regain his composure. With a brief exhale, he puts the phone away.
He turns around, opening up the door back into the room with Raimundo. He closes it behind him before placing himself back on his cushion.
“So that conversation sounded pleasant,” Raimundo says.
He has a damn smirk on his face.
That bastard.
“I don’t wanna talk about it,” David says.
“Great, cause I don’t want to imagine Wuya like that anymore than you want to live it. So let’s go waste some time, alright?” Raimundo asks.
David nods his head, standing up.
The two make their way out of the room, with David heading out through the door first. Before exiting himself, Raimundo looks over his shoulder at Omi, who is peaking his head through the other door. Raimundo nods once, with Omi doing the same.
And going into this you’d think you’d have this…amazing idea of what they’re like?
And what you think is something so fantastical, so imaginative that there has to be some kind of trick, right?
But when you actually sit down and talk to them…they’re just a normal guy?
So imagine David’s disappointment when Noxurus decides to enlist the help of a genuine Xiaolin monk for some 'on-the-side deals'. Not some rookie, not some dragon-in-training, no, he’s talking about a legitimate Dragon Master Monk.
It’s not somebody with class and dignity like Guan, or a guy who isolates himself for eons for his own benefit like Tyrian. No, it’s the crème of the crop. The go-to guy. The icon himself, Dragon Master Monk Raimundo Pedrosa.
Now, here me out. I understand that this might come as a shock given where the series left off, but the thing with how these interdimensional lasers work is they only go to different dimensions. Dimensions themselves aren’t completely parallel. At that point you’re dealing with multiverses which are a whole other bag of bullshit. What you have to remember about other dimensions is that once a show stops airing, their lives don’t just end, alright?
There’s a dimension with the Titans that still has the main five trying to somehow get in contact with the Prime Dimension.
There’s a dimension with Taylor Kitsch as John Carter that has him play out the rest of the Mars series.
There’s a dimension where a whole bunch of shit went down with the Xiaolin monks that caused one of them to go back to his ranch, one of them to take over her father’s company, one of them to stay at the temple, and one of them to advance onwards to become one of the few legendary Xiaolin monks still alive.
This isn’t the first time we’ve fucked with this dimension, or at least somebody from it. Jack is an official member of the council, after all. Plus we've seen a genuine Showdown not too long ago. But no, today, David finds himself in a dimension of China, presently sitting on an uncomfortable cushion, staring across a small table at a Brazilian monk drinking some shit-tier tea.
“So…” David says, extending the ‘o’ for the sake of boredom.
Raimundo sets down his cup of tea. He looks up at David, raising an eyebrow.
“Are you willing to agree to my terms?” David asks.
Raimundo only stares at David, his eyes blinking only once.
David lets out a sigh, falling backwards off the cushion. He lands on the wooden floor, letting out a sigh.
“You know…I’ve been a huntsman in Remnant, a trainer in Johto, a technical Heylin if you consider who my trainer was,” at this, David sticks his pinky in his right ear, cleaning out a bit of muck. “But I always figured I was too active to ever be a Xiaolin monk. It’s kind of funny actually: for all the people I’ve killed, the lessons I’ve learned, and the things I’ve done, I’ve never comprehended the idea of pacifism.”
Raimundo releases a small chuckle, audible only to those within his immediate area. David peaks down, glancing at the general direction the monk is sitting.
“Is that really all you think the Xiaolin monks are? Pacifists?” Raimundo asks.
“No, that was a general assessment, but you get the idea,” David says.
Whilst David sits back up on the cushion, Raimundo shrugs his shoulders.
“Let me let you in on a secret here: there isn’t much difference between the Xiaolin and the Heylin beyond intent. It’s something I picked up when I was still a Master Monk. Good and evil? Light and dark? For all the grandstanding that comes out of it…it’s basically all bullshit.”
This gets David to raise an eyebrow.
“I know we never really spoke much when you were around, and for good reason. Wuya isn’t exactly the first person I’d want to be in company with,” Rai says.
“I’d imagine it can’t be worse than being in bed with her,” David says.
He can’t help but narrow his eyes in some sick state of nostalgia.
Rai, however, merely pinches his face together. Clearly a sight he did not want to imagine.
“Ew. My point was that we never had a real chance to get to know each other personally. But…I make it a habit to follow up with people of interest to the big Heylin baddies, Chase, Hannibal, and Wuya especially. So I dabbled a bit in dimensional communication and have been following most of your time since you were last here. About a decade ago, was it?” he asks.
David shrugs his right shoulder, not really committed to an answer, more focused on the conversation.
“What I’ve been seeing, what I’ve been following…it’s a perfect example of why all it’s all about intent. I’ve done some things I’m not proud of. I’ve been on both sides of the pitch. Hell, I wrote a whole series of scrolls in using Heylin magic as a Xiaolin monk. So I have an idea of what you’re going through. You’re working for somebody who can give you what you want, at the cost of everything else you’ve grown accustom to.
“When I turned my back on my fellow Dragons it was with the intent of furthering my own success. Did I end up turning back? Sure, but it took me a while to get over what I felt was a betrayal. Working under Wuya was fun while it lasted, but much like everything with her, it got old real fast. Lo and behold, the Xiaolin brought me back like I never betrayed them in the first place. Are you following me here?”
David takes a bottle of cheap beer he found on a salesman a while back. He was a real shady, creepy, perverted kind of guy, but there’s not a lot available when you’re traveling in a dimension that doesn’t have too much of it, let alone in the mountain hills of Buttfuck, China.
He takes a sip of the vile liquid before nodding his head.
“It took me a long time to accept that I still had a shadow looming over me. It wasn’t until I started using it to my advantage where I started on the path to where I am now. Did Wuya ever tell you how I outsmarted Hannibal?” Raimundo asks.
“You tricked him into thinking you were Heylin again,” David says.
“It was so simple to do, but considering how everybody else viewed the two sides, nobody saw it coming. When the time was right, I bowed out and gave the Xiaolin a victory,” Raimundo says.
David nods his head, taking another gulp from the liquid he calls ‘alcohol.’
“I took that ideology with me when I became the leader of the other Dragons as a Shoku Warrior. When I started buckling down on the concept is when I really started gaining ranks. A lot of my fellow Monks never took a liking to it. There’s only like…one or two of them left from when I started. A lot of my peers turned their backs on me or just left the lifestyle because of what I was teaching. My own Master even decided it was time for him to retire. Honestly, it was probably for the best.”
The two sit in a comfortable silence. Raimundo glances past David, staring at the wall. His eyes are unfocused, reminiscing more on the past than in staying in the present.
Eventually, he shakes his head, his eyes returning to meet David’s.
He continues.
“Now though? I have Xiaolin Masters all over the world who teach, in some ways, what I’ve learned. Hell, I’ve even had a good number of Heylin members switch sides once my teachings became more common. It’s unfortunate that my friends couldn’t see it the same way. It’s also pretty unfortunate that I’ve got this damn Wu in my spirit.”
“Tell me about that. I’ve only heard whispers about it from the Council,” David says.
“Oh, am I threat?” Raimundo asks.
He asks it with a dose of humor thrown in. However, we both know that being a threat to the Council is no joke.
“No, just somebody to keep an eye on. Most immortals are,” David says.
“Duly noted. Anyway, there was a huge fallout between the four of us. It ended with the usual bout of thousand years of darkness and the general epic conclusion Showdown, but before that, I unfortunately found myself on the wrong side of a Kuzuzu Atom,” Raimundo says.
David winces, hiding it a bit with another drink.
“Yeah, that was about my reaction. Luckily enough I had a Wu on me that hadn’t activated yet. One of the rarest ever, made once by Dashi then hidden away so nobody could find it: his coveted Immortal Pearl.”
“Wow…” David says, pausing to set the drink down and wipe his lips with the back of his left hand. “That’s kind of bullshit.”
“Trust me, it is. A few hours later I reappeared like I wasn’t just wiped out of existence. However, we came back together. The Immortal Pearl became a part of my spirit,” Raimundo concludes. “And now that it has, it’s given me plenty of time to adapt and become knowledgeable at what I know. Which brings me back to my point: it’s all about intent. My original goal was to utilize both Xiaolin and Heylin ideas and techniques for the sake of keeping the world in peace. My friends and the other Monks saw that as sacrilege, among other things. Most of them left or retired, with my friends returning home. Well, except for Cueball, but he just kinda wanders the land now.”
“Fancy,” David.
“Indeed. After that I took the ideas I was putting in place and adapted them to work more with the Xiaolin concept as a whole. Because honestly? Who cares about evil when the world isn’t falling apart?”
David looks towards the table. He ponders on that for a little bit.
“We’ve become a lot more isolated from the rest of the world, for the most part, all so we can keep it safe when the next world disaster hits. Whether it’s a World War, a nuclear holocaust, or another thousand years of darkness, we’ll be prepared. In the meantime, we’ll do what we have to in order to keep the Xiaolin alive. If that means lying to get what we need or breaking a few bones to stop a bad guy, than hey, that’s what we’ll do,” Raimundo says.
“Yeah, but what about the Wu?” David asks.
“It depends on what type. All of the Dragons have their signature Wu as well as their Wudai weapons should they need them. Jack still has the Monkey Staff stashed away somewhere, as well as the Reversing Mirror. The Sands of Time is locked away deep, deep underground. The Ying-Yang Yo-Yo are separated on different sides of the globe. A few other parties like your boss or the Others have a few other ones, but it’s not like we’re that dire. Dashi might’ve lived for a ridiculously long time, but the amount of Wu are finite. If a new one shows up, we’ll try and obtain it. Otherwise, we’ll try and keep most of them contained in a safe and secure location.”
David lets out a huff before taking one final gulp of his drink. He then slams the bottle down on the table in front of them.
“That was certainly enlightening. I appreciate the lecture on how intent reigns the day. Unfortunately I didn’t come for a nice chat, although I will keep it in mind in the future,” David says.
“I appreciate that. As for the terms you presented, I’ll have to think on it. It’s not a bad deal, all things considered. You can trade in and out for Wu whenever you, and only you, need them. I obtain vital information on your boss and your team for my records and history. You leave my dimension alone. I give you, and only you, access to our vaults. Unfortunately, this isn’t a one-man-leadership. I’ll have to talk to the other monks and see what they say,” Raimundo says.
David lets out a huff. With a nod, he stands up. He reaches into his right pocket, pulling out his cell phone.
“Give me a second, let me make a call,” he says.
David walks towards one of the sliding doors. He opens it and closes it, leaving Raimundo alone.
A bald man in a red and black robe opens a sliding door behind him. He approaches Raimundo, leaning down next to his head.
“Hey Omi, see if you can’t get that bottle to Kimiko. Have her run a DNA scan. Then throw it over to Guan, have him run a spirit check,” he says.
The bald guy—Omi—raises an eyebrow.
“What’s going around your skull, Rai?” Omi asks.
“Through my head, Omi. And I’m starting to think this isn’t just David we’re dealing with,” Raimundo says.
“Understood,” Omi says.
He picks up the bottle of cheap booze before exiting the way he came. Behind the screen, David continues to yell at somebody on his phone.
“What the hell do you mean we’re calling this off? Are you out of your fucking mind? Wait, don’t answer that, of course you are, you’re the fucking Mistress of Most Evil,” David says.
On the other end, this ‘mistress' shouts out numerous expletives, all enhanced in and out by her own volume cutting the call’s quality.
“Hey, here’s a fucking idea: I don’t care about what you think. The last time I was here, it was you who kicked me out, not me. Near as I can tell that means it’s your fault I’m not closer with Rai,” David says.
A few more moments pass with the ‘mistress’ calming down significantly.
“That’s a ‘No’ word, and no, do not put him on the line. Tell him that we’re going to seal this deal before I come back. I’ve got a match next week and it’s pretty fucking important, I’ll be dammed if I miss it because you, per the usual, were too fucking arrogant to think things might not go your way.”
David stops talking, his face falling flat as more shouting can be heard on the other side.
“Oh please, I probably know you more than Chase does at this point,” David says, followed by a brief moment of pause.
His cheeks turn red. Whether in frustration or embarrassment, I couldn’t say for sure.
“Yes, okay, in that way too. Look, just let Noxurus know I’ll get this shit done. Don’t send back-up, and for the love of the unknown, do not bring yourself down here. Just stay at the base, I’ll be back before sundown, okay?”
Another brief pause.
A loud groan escapes David’s lips.
“Ugh, fine, if it’ll stop you from doing something drastic I’ll stop by your room later, just stay the fuck quiet before you do something you’ll regret.”
Another blush hits the young man’s cheeks. He takes the phone off his ear, shouting into the phone.
“I am aware you can’t fuck quietly, thank you very much! I am hanging up now!”
David hangs up the phone. He holds it in his hand for a few seconds to regain his composure. With a brief exhale, he puts the phone away.
He turns around, opening up the door back into the room with Raimundo. He closes it behind him before placing himself back on his cushion.
“So that conversation sounded pleasant,” Raimundo says.
He has a damn smirk on his face.
That bastard.
“I don’t wanna talk about it,” David says.
“Great, cause I don’t want to imagine Wuya like that anymore than you want to live it. So let’s go waste some time, alright?” Raimundo asks.
David nods his head, standing up.
The two make their way out of the room, with David heading out through the door first. Before exiting himself, Raimundo looks over his shoulder at Omi, who is peaking his head through the other door. Raimundo nods once, with Omi doing the same.
