Hiring squad [closed]

[Rwaht]

For months, now, Rwaht had been tracking the seedy old bastard who ran a den of whores in Castle Town. People like him were an infection, and they needed to be stamped out. If pardoned on some technicality, they'd find a way to spread their poison again ... Rwaht's finger rested on the trigger of the Leoking. He would fire it tonight, in cold blood if need be. He'd write up some nonsense about defending himself later. This man had to die, as did all of his lackeys.

Mercy is not fit for the likes of this man, Rwaht told himself, though he didn't need much convincing. He was going in alone, of course. No need to involve someone else in such a seedy affair. Rwaht would handle this, and let the cards fall where they did. He entered the whorehouse, surprised that there was no bouncer. Of course the bouncer would've pissed himself if Rwaht really wanted to hurt him, but still, the lack of one was ... unsettling.

What was more unsettling was the inside. Littered throughout the building were dead bodies, or men who were so disfigured that they clearly wished they were dead.

What happened here? Rwaht thought darkly, rushing through the building to get to the back room as fast as possible. He kicked in the door to witness a man shooting the very man Rwaht had come to kill, screaming:

“My name? It is Hulio Coolio Barulio Bonboolio Miguel Fernandez Rodrigeuz Heatstreak.

MY MOTHER WAS A CAT.

AND MY FATHER WAS A FISH.

YOU.

DON'T.

KNOW.

SHIT.

ABOUT.

ME.”

Rwaht blinked.

"You want a job?"

The words were out of his mouth before he knew what was saying. Rwaht Orin had a history of bad decisions. He wasn't sure if this was one of them.

[Hulio ... Heatstreak]

BOOM.

GIBBLETIZED.

It was the only way to really describe the sight as the target's head sort of expanded from the inside accompanied by a chorus of pathetic shrieking before it exploded. Thick meaty chunks seemed to sail almost majestically through the air, the corner of his mouth even landed in the deceased maw of another.

"Ah?"

It had been a good night thus far. He'd heard of this place through his own methods, plugged into the rumors flying around the seedier bars in Hyrule. If you wanted a good time without things like 'morals', 'laws', or 'plain human dignity' holding you back then you came here to knock up a chick against her will and then maybe come back a few years later to knock up the kid. Pendejos like the owner and the clients of this place really didn't deserve to live without some part of them turned to meat chunks. Hulio had come here on behalf of the owner of a bar who was scared for his daughter, saying that abductions had been taking place recently, especially of fertile young women in the area.

"A job? Best to give me your name before you offer me that Amigo."

He had basically waltzed in and asked for a Very Sexually Active Woman Who May Sometimes Charge For Her Services. It was easy for him. He looked just as menacing, just as sick and perverted as the rest of those around him. Yet as he stood there in his purple jack, hair perfectly coiffed and blowing the smoke off his Johnson there was certainly something else about him. For all that dirt and grime that clung to him, he had a certain nobility about him, a definite heroic confidence that stemmed directly from the soul. He seemed like a man who could delve into the very depths of hell itself and come out burning, bleeding, and dying but the same man still.

He looked Rwaht over. He was armed, yes, and therefore a threat. Yet his manner contrasted his environment. The blood thirst was dissipating with the realization that the battle was gone but it lingered. Rwaht had come here to kill someone too. Perhaps they had come to do the very same thing. The strange mexican smiled, laughing a little in a friendly manner.

"I feel like we're more similar than we seem compadre. Tell me, if you had gotten here first: how would you have handled these cabrons here?" He asked, nudging the corpse at his feet and signalling to the broken establishment around them.

[Rwaht]

Rwaht laughed. There was something about Hulio that was so ridiculously over the top that even his eternally solemn heart managed to crack just a little.

"I am Rwaht Orin, Sentinel Praetor," Rwaht said simply, shrugging his shoulders. He didn't really know how to introduce himself, particularly with his new title. Rwaht had never been good with titles, and his own title had absolutely no precedent since he'd more or less made it up on the spot. When Hulio asked his question, Rwaht shrugged again.

"I would've been cleaner. Though your enthusiasm is admirable," he added dryly, kicking a bit of dismembered bone that had rolled towards him. A bit of flesh was still hanging onto it. Delightfully morbid. He shook his head and looked back at Hulio. "The Sentinels are a new breed of Knight, designed to protect Hybrids. And while the Knights have extremely rigorous hiring standards, my general quota is that you're not cruel and you know how to kill people, and why they need killing. So, what'd'you say? We're just getting started. I could use another Sentinel. Maybe even a Lieutenant, if you prove yourself and want the job in the first place." Rwaht crossed his arms and leaned against a wall, miraculously finding the only surface in the building not splattered with blood.

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