Feb 24, 2015
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Lived long enough to become the villain
They had all been suspicious of Ryan. The Mad King, the showboat. Oh, how wrong they had been.
Of course, they had never suspected Jack. Why would they? They never saw him as a threat, a fat, useless sidekick, who built houses and was always so eager to help!
No, he had been searching for weaknesses, making plans, waiting for when the time was right.
One by one, they fell. Geoff was the hardest- they'd been together from the start, but once he was gone, it was so easy to get rid of the others.
And if he left them alive long enough so that they saw the way he nonchalantly places the crown on his head, well, then that's just the icing on the cake.
"The King is dead. Long live the King".
Silver and Gold {Closed} - spooky__beardo
6 games. 5 Kings. And yet, Geoff is unsatisfied. He knows he shouldn't be so biased, but it's not like he can help it (his heart is so invested in this, in him). He refuses to go to the meeting room, where he would normally be at this hour, but instead, he goes to find Jack. Good, reliable, caring Jack, who deserves so badly to be King. Who was so close last time, only just edged out by Ryan.
And Geoff wants for Jack to be King, he would be so good at it, dressed to the finest, regal and strong. He wants to know what it's like to bow at Jack's feet, to swear loyalty to him.
(Maybe he's got a crush, but maybe he doesn't realize.)
Today, Geoff's going to treat Jack like the King he knows he can be.
"Jack! Hey, wait up!"
'6 Kings they stand on high, Tall and brave and more great than I. 6 Kings who deserve more than me, A lowly servant, rough hands and dirty knees. FIrst, Mad, Red, Warrior, End. They should have better. And I love them.'
"Watch your back."
JJ heard the familiar voice behind him and turned around, not even touching the sword on his hip as Caleb wasn't really a threat to the Mercenary. "Why? I haven't done anything. I haven't had a job in months!" He laughed, quickly letting it diminish when Caleb wasn't laughing. "But really......why? And from who?..."
Hidden away in a little house in the slums of a city, he works away, carving what he can to make a living. It's a simple existence; work to eat, eat to work, try to survive. He's a humble man, giving what he can to those who need it more, and not minding the price it costs to his health and strength.
Jack doesn't count on The Draw.
The Draw is an old process in which when a betrothed is drawn from all the people of the land- anyone of age- for the King or Queen reigning, if they choose not to wed who is arranged for them. It hasn't been used for years.
But this day, the King had decreed he declined his chosen, and the Draw to take place. Everyone gathers in town centres, in courtyards to hear the name to be chosen.
And when Jack Pattillo is announced the man himself is shocked silent.
With these hands, I do create {OPEN; KINGS!VERSE}
The steady sound of the chisel and hammer. Ah, this is what he knows best. Jack smiles softly, carving decorative markings into the side of a table, gently brushing away the extra shavings. The table he had just finished late yesterday, and with some luck, he'd have the carvings done by lunch time, well before the buyer was supposed to pick it up.
It had been an anonymous buyer; who only wanted to reveal themselves on purchase. It had been a little strange, but Jack wasn't going to oppose. He needed the money; being a simple builder. He specialised in houses, but furniture was his main source of income these days. Not many people needed a house, it seemed. But he doesn't mind; it keeps him busy, and fed.
He wasn't expecting his buyer to be so early, that's for sure.
"I have a job for you...." ((King or GTA Verse, eithers fine 'u'))
JJ looked up at the man in his doorway, recognizing the voice of the infamous King. He re-sheathed his sword and put the polishing cloth on the small side table.
"…hmm….well…..It must be pretty important if you came here yourself as opposed to sending a messenger…." The mercenary muttered, taking a sip of the drink next to him. "So tell me ‘Your Majesty’, what’s so important?"