OC Multiversal Royal

MROCT: Spectator Entry Pt 2 of 3 (Preview)

"Let's Rase the Roof"

Soluman stood silently, studying the "man" in front of him, holding him at gunpoint. He appeared heavily scarred as large veins crisscrossed his entire body. His right hand was deformed, bulging claws erupted from the end of his hand and veins wrapped around that still. And his face, OH GOD HIS FACE, had a huge network of veins which descended from his forehead and split to cross over his eyes, which bore no pupils.

The aforementioned gun was in his left hand, to spare the awkwardness of trying to fit it in his right one.

"Hello," he began coldly, "Subject 501 was it?"

Soluman, with an irritated look on his face, began to reply: "OK, first off, it's Soluman. Nobody is dumb enough to think someone is named off the numerical system. Second, I'm sorry but where the hell is your face. I believe it's been replaced with something I like to call ugly."

Rase's face contorted briefly into something resembling rage, which briefly dissipated with a loud audible sigh.

"Great, it's your kind again..."

"My kind?" Soluman repeated, dumbfounded at the statement. Then slowly, as his tail twitched back and forth, he thought he realized what Rase meant by "his kind."

"OH GREAT," he cried out, "it's one of you people who, as soon as they see something different they have to go and rage about. I mean Hell, look at yourself! Like you look normal enough to be complaining about me. Of all the..."

Rase, taken back by this outburst, quickly responded. "No no no, you misunderstand me, Cat. I don't care of your fur, feathers, scales or color; such 'classifications' are beneath me."

Soluman stood silent once again, lost in thought becoming bored quickly with Rase's drawn out speech. Rase, however takes no notice and continues.

"I was referring to your, dimwitted demeanor. It pains me to say it but I'm constantly at odds with cretins like you, constantly polluting my air. If we were under different circumstance," *chuckle,* "let's just say this conversation would already be over."

'Oh great,' Soluman thought, 'It's one of those "Higher Than Though" villains.' An idea struck his mind right then. 'Ooh, this is gonna be fun...'

"So, I'm guessing you value intelligence in your antagonists, correct?" Soluman began to say, Rase strained intensely, as if every word hurt his intellect. "We could brawl right here and now, but that would be ill-fitting to your style. You could shoot me as well, but what does that prove? That you have just enough intellect to pull a trigger?"

Rase started to become intrigued. "What exactly are you getting at, Cat? You're beginning to bore me."

"Simple, Scarface...," Soluman said as he slammed a table out of freaking nowhere, seemingly out from behind his back, slightly startling Rase. "... I wanna play a game."

Soluman clapped his hands and a screen slid out from the ceiling. "Do you have a preferred drink by any chance?"