Overlord sat across from Guillotine, still in his Planetary uniform although nowhere near as immaculately kept as it usually was.
"Strange, doesn't really sit right."
Guillotine was trying to get used to the chair, the way it wasn't well formed to him only made it ever more clear how different his new job was going to be now.
"Yeah happens to all of us when we get the job."
Overlord ran a hand through his hair, the upper-half of his head it looked almost naked without his iconic beret, nor did it look particularly right on Guillotine, not yet anyway.
"Honestly this all feels like it belongs to someone else."
The desk he was resting his arms on was... old. Tiny scratches and indents laid upon it's surface, even a small bullet hole laid in the middle, whoever they were clearly caught it's old owner on a bad day.
"Well it does now, everything in this office..."
Overlord spread his arms out, spinning around in his chair.
"Is yours now, do whatever you want with it."
He pressed his feet back into the office's metal floor, stopping the spinning. Guillotine still had a burning question in the back of his mind.
"So.... what are you going to do from now on?"
Overlord smirked, folding his arms and reclining back into the chair, chuckling to himself.
"Well...."
.
.
.
Rotary unloaded the Arctic Warfare and began to strip it down, placing each part back into it's designated spot in the weapon case.
"Ya got everything in order?"
The voice came from behind but he knew who it was. After all he'd just handed him his promotion.
"Yeah, question is do you?"
He stood up and straightened himself, saluting to the new Leader of the Resistance. His stolen gasmask hanged loosely off his neck.
"I mean you've been preparing me this for a while now."
Zigzag offered his hand and Rotary accepted, shaking it lightly.
"That doesn't answer my question Zigzag."
The new Leader shrugged.
"I don't think anyone can feel ready to lead humanity to freedom."
Both of the men chuckled, in spite of the mounting pressure of the Uprising. Rotary fixed the gas mask onto his face and adjusted the clasps, ensuring it was properly in place.
"Enjoy your retirement Rotary."
He locked the case with a satisfying click, and nodded. Zigzag gave him one last salute, and watched as the Assassin walk away, a certain spring in their step, like a great pressure had been lifted off their shoulders.
Overlord sat across from Guillotine, still in his Planetary uniform although nowhere near as immaculately kept as it usually was.
"Strange, doesn't really sit right."
Guillotine was trying to get used to the chair, the way it wasn't well formed to him only made it ever more clear how different his new job was going to be now.
"Yeah happens to all of us when we get the job."
Overlord ran a hand through his hair, the upper-half of his head it looked almost naked without his iconic beret, nor did it look particularly right on Guillotine, not yet anyway.
"Honestly this all feels like it belongs to someone else."
The desk he was resting his arms on was... old. Tiny scratches and indents laid upon it's surface, even a small bullet hole laid in the middle, whoever they were clearly caught it's old owner on a bad day.
"Well it does now, everything in this office..."
Overlord spread his arms out, spinning around in his chair.
"Is yours now, do whatever you want with it."
He pressed his feet back into the office's metal floor, stopping the spinning. Guillotine still had a burning question in the back of his mind.
"So.... what are you going to do from now on?"
Overlord smirked, folding his arms and reclining back into the chair, chuckling to himself.
"Well...."
.
.
.
Rotary unloaded the Arctic Warfare and began to strip it down, placing each part back into it's designated spot in the weapon case.
"Ya got everything in order?"
The voice came from behind but he knew who it was. After all he'd just handed him his promotion.
"Yeah, question is do you?"
He stood up and straightened himself, saluting to the new Leader of the Resistance. His stolen gasmask hanged loosely off his neck.
"I mean you've been preparing me this for a while now."
Zigzag offered his hand and Rotary accepted, shaking it lightly.
"That doesn't answer my question Zigzag."
The new Leader shrugged.
"I don't think anyone can feel ready to lead humanity to freedom."
Both of the men chuckled, in spite of the mounting pressure of the Uprising. Rotary fixed the gas mask onto his face and adjusted the clasps, ensuring it was properly in place.
"Enjoy your retirement Rotary."
He locked the case with a satisfying click, and nodded. Zigzag gave him one last salute, and watched as the Assassin walk away, a certain spring in their step, like a great pressure had been lifted off their shoulders.
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Not my best but I wanted to do a small thing for Rotard and Overcunt, o7 godspeed you glorious bastards.