Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20170312033542/@comment-26104528-20170809181325

(Wait, did I actually get that right? I was just theorizing there.)

"Last I checked, they're all doing allright." Fritz shrugged. "I see a lot of 'em checking in with Sylvia and they play along with the others."

Like a few other Eliminators and staff, Stahlfritz had his reservations about taking in the defectors after that night. From his experience, he was always afraid that there'd be friction between the strictly business nature of Flagg and (from what he'd seen) the conceited attitude of Master's Realm. There were already a number of well-known Eliminators who were arrogant enough and if they weren't the arrogant type, they were the type that knew exactly what they were capable of and didn't feel the need to flaunt it. Those two groups usually didn't get along with each other; 'rock-star' kids from a rival faction? Defectors or not, forget about it.

Fortunatly, most of said defectors were the non-bratty type from what he had seen at least. Either they've always been that way or the split was the 'wake-up call' for them. If all the obnoxious ones were still with the loyalists, then at least there'd be some enjoyment in smacking them down a few pegs.

"You ever meet this kid Cordovan? Textbook 'Master's Brat', I'm impressed his ego even fit through the door. I always wondered why we gave him a job here; turned out HR didn't want him either but decided to keep him around to not break up the unit."

His scroll's text tone went off; Ingraham was now waiting at the ground floor in case anyone wanted some lunch. Looking back at Gretel, Fritz felt a good meal might be just the thing she needed.

"Whaddya say we get some food in us? Not being hungry'll help a little bit with what's going on."

As Fritz walked towards the elevator, he started musing out loud. "I like to think there's still some kids we can get out of Bastard's Realm but truth be told: I think the folks we got that night are the folks we get. "