[agodr] A bone to pick with the proctors

Broen had gotten a new Regalis after Althea fucked off. But that didn't mean he wasn't fuckin' mad still. And Jude had given him the address of the bookstore where some of the proctors of this fucked up game worked. So he was going to take a strip off of these assholes and get something for being paired with a total psychopath.

Finding the shop was easy enough. It's not like it was hidden. He stepped in through the front door, pulling his hood down off of his head. "Hey," he called out as he took stock of the room and put his hands in his hoodie pockets. Feeling the loose change he was keeping in there. Insurance and good for his powers.

"Anybody home? I'm in the divine right thing. Hello?"

@Emy

OC: I was planning on him meeting Aslan. If you're alright with doing a thread still.

Broen sized Aslan up as he approached, rolling his shoulders back to appear more relaxed than he felt. "Yeah. Sup. You one of the proctors? I'm Broen... I joined the tournament back at the beginning."

He chewed his lip, considering the other man. Some kind of JRPG looking motherfucker. "I'm not gonna mince fuckin words. Your boy Cornelius paired me with a straight psycho. She tried to get me killed. Punched me in the fuckin face when I told her I was done getting dragged around by my balls. So I guess I'm here to lodge a formal complaint. And to ask... what the fuck?"

Broen sucked air in through his teeth and narrowed his eyes at Aslan. "No see. I was told from the beginning that this tournament wasn't dangerous. I fully admit I fucked up with her, but maybe you should vet the Regalia you let in on this so you don't get someone killed and ruin your good names."

"You don't seem like you're grokking what I'm saying. I fucked up and was a dick. That doesn't give this fuckin cunt the right to try and murder me."

He stepped closer, his shoulders tensing up. "This whole tournament is ass so far and the rules are shitty and arbitrary. I shouldn't have expected shit from you motherfuckers. But I'm here now and you're gonna hear me out."

"If there's plenty of Regalia out there still, why don't you do me a solid and point me to one who can actually deal with me? Because as it fuckin stands, every other one I've met has been some idealistic idiot or a weepy coward."

"No see. You don't get to try and bribe someone and then tell them to fuck off when the bribe tries to get them killed several fucking times." Broen was getting worked up, his emotions were still kind of out of whack. So he took a step back and he cracked his neck.

"I get it. You think you're so fuckin above us. You think you're some kinds of gods or some bullshit. But you live here, you play by our fuckin rules. Mutual fucking respect. So if you can't be assed to be civil and actually proctor your own fuckin game..."

He let a small, vicious smirk crawl across his lips, his eyebrows lifting a little less tense. Aslan had seemed royally annoyed from the moment he had walked in the building. And if Jude was passing out their address to people... "I can come back as many times as I need to. And I can bring friends. You might not give a shit, but I'm sure plenty of other people do. All those complaints, all times of the day..."