~Fun, Fun, Fun, With Enemy Number One!~

[Wolfgang Murinyo]

Hmmm... It was always an important, no, a VITAL concern of his... Which should he use, his club with the silver-lined grip, or the silver-colored gold grip... Hmmm... THIS WAS QUITE A PREDICAMENT. In the end, he chose his wooden golf club, for reasons quite unknown. Of course, his poor caddy would be carrying TONS MORE. HIS ENTIRE COLLECTION IN FACT. Which was odd, considering he very seldom actually played golf. Curling was a far better sport, far better indeed, and the national curling team was unstoppable. Though his guest probably cared very little for curling, or really for golf, for that matter. And just who was this honeybadger of a guest, you say? What poor, unlucky soul would be blessed by the presence of the maddest man in the world, on this day!?

Why, one Mr. Aurelius Carson Schwarz, of course. Or, more remember by Wolfy, "Aurel." Or Schwarzy, one of the two. It was the previously set date of their meeting,a meeting that would take place on his rather well-kept golf course. It was one of his odd intricacies, really; despite never playing golf, his private course was considered to be the most beautiful and most meticulously neat golf course in the world. Order in a land of chaos. HA! The sheer fact that you wouldn't expect to see something so orderly in Gelemort actually made the very existence of the golf course chaotic, even though the neatness broke the laws of chaos, which can't exist, as chaos has no laws! It was brilliant! But no matter, it was time to greet the good (or not so good, as the case may be) leader of RIOTE at his private landing strip. Seeing as how Alejandra had spent so much time fixing his limo for him (bless her heart, the dear!), he decided it'd be best to let a grumpy old Ishvallan with a bad lisp drive the limo. Why him, you ask? Well, why not? Technically, he was a member of Wolfy's cleaning staff, specifically, he "swept the poop deck" if you catch my drift. Yep. He cleaned all of Wolfy's many yachets and boats and such! Quite an awful job, they were often coated in sticky maple syrup after Wolfy was done sailing in them, mostly because he felt that it'd be rude to leave his cleaning staff members out of work by not giving them anything to do. They need money to eat on, you know! He was such a kind and caring man.

Anyways, he soon approached the airport, rolling down his window as the plane landed, conveniently, at the appointed time. Such a punctual man, that dastardly Aurel! Waving as he disembarked the plane, Wolfy stood up, peeking out the sun-roof. "Eyyo, 'Relius, long time ain't seenja! 'Owya been, what'n'all alls dem vodkylander stuffamacallems?" And let the games begin...

[Jay Furor]

~BUMP~