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Post by drsmith on Oct 22, 2013 18:39:45 GMT -4
Dr. Smith sits at a chair in front of a circular card table which has been set up in the locker room. The rest of the SoL are seated around it as well, and other wrestlers attempting to enter are shooed out. Looking grim, Dr. Smith stares around the table.
Dr. Smith: We gather here for the gravest of situations...well outside a zombie outbreak, or a person gaining super powers or something I guess. It's pretty darn grave anyway, so no point comparing it to other situations. Now, where was I. Oh yes. We have a....
He leans in dramatically, letting the tension grow in the room. Then, just as it seems someone is about to say something he continues.
Dr. Smith: ....traitor in the group! I'm not going to bother with the why's or the how's, because that's not important. I would just like to give said traitor a chance to identify themselves now, and rationally discuss with us where, as a team, we seem to be failing enough to cause being a traitor to be a viable option. So go ahead, speak up...
He waits for someone to say something.
((OOC: The rest of the group can respond accordingly))
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Post by immacolata on Oct 23, 2013 14:42:17 GMT -4
Immacolata reclines against the back of her chair.
Alright, I'll play the devil's advocate. Why would I leave SoL to join the Holy Trinity, even though I've only been a member for a few days, even though I hate Tommy Bones with the fire of a thousand suns, even though all I really want is tough competition and facing them gives me just that? I would have to be like my uncle, betraying people just for the shock value, to get a rise out of surprising everyone.
She looks to Mason Gentry.
You... you could betray us because they replaced you with Semag when you were taken out, because they didn't do enough to avenge you. Also, your career hasn't been bright of late, so maybe the other guys offered to make you wear gold again. Maybe they even offered you a shot at the world title.
She turns her head towards Dr. Smith.
As for you... you are the self-proclaimed Smart Man. Maybe you've come to realize that fighting the power wasn't great for your career. You've seen Semag lose his title because of them, you've seen them take out Mason and Drake, so you rely on the old saying, the one that goes: "If you can't beat them, join them."
Next, she looks across the circular table to Semag D''Nim.
And you, Semag... well, I have no idea why you would do it. Maybe you never liked your father in the first place, but I just can't see you letting that nutjob get the ultimate victory after abducting you and sabotaging your career, unless it was to take the system out from the inside.
With that, she shrugs and is obviously done talking.
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Post by Semag D'Nim on Oct 23, 2013 16:36:44 GMT -4
Semag relaxes back in his chair with a laugh.
Semag: I can't come up with any reason why I would join up with those...
He pauses and furrows his brow.
Semag: I know a lot of unused English vocabulary, but I can't even come up with a term that fits them adequately. Bones is foolhardy egomaniac, Steele doesn't know anything beyond ruthless agression, Angel is delusional at best, and Lowe is just... a minion, I guess. I'm sure in their eyes he's expendable.
He tilts his head back and stretches his arms up and lets out a sigh.
Semag: To be honest, I just gave more thought to what they are than I've given to the whole "traitor" talk. I'm not playing Bones' mind games. If something goes down, there's hell to pay...
A grin curls on his lips and he looks at Immacolata.
Semag: And making a woman scorned out of you sounds like a terrible idea for anybody who'd do it.
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