@Xaltwind
Nah its more
"WHO DOES NUMBAH TWO WEHK FAW?!?!?"
The poor grunt of Number Two felt his mind buckling in the direction of losing his mind under the oppressive atmpshere of the eldritch alien-speech filling his poor ears.....all as he could now barely see the demon-haired color of the person who gave him two black eyes and almost chocked him into unconciousness with her
bare hands. This, this is not some
child like the boss told him he might run into. Hell, he hadn't signed up for this! All he wanted was to get the paycheck, and then skip town tomorrow night to get out of Evig with his family! That was all, curse this blasted life! That was all he'd wanted this entire time, and getting on the boss' good side was just a blasted way to keep his job intact until he needed to go!
Hell, he'd take walking through Orre's rumored wastes at this rate....if he got out of this
alive. He didn't know anything bout who the boss worked for anyways! Was all kept hush-hush to his ears and most of the grunts. What, did the bosses want liabilities in-...in....wait.
He knew
something, maybe? Maybe. Better than getting left to rot in a bloody sewer or something as it was. Yeah. Screw those guys. He wanted out of this sitiuation and out of the stupid region altogether!
"I told yeh' tha' boss bin' keepin' it all hush-hush round' us grunts! Ell', I dunno nothin' much, but I erd' somefin' by chance. Erd' e's goin' ta' go teh' tha' bloody Shore Street Bar near tha' Sable Casino, week from now! Jussa' damn thin' ah' overheard las' night, no' sure it's much ta' go on!"
Some blood dribbled out of the right corner of his mouth as he choked out the words, the taste of iron already having filled his mouth from the beatdown by this point. It was all he could do to keep his eyes open, almost, not to mention decipher this mad sort of manner of speech he'd only ever heard from his sister in law. Lovely girl, his brother got lucky, but hell he'd had to get his brother ta' translate during their first meeting! Was a miracle he could understand a single word now, but bless her heart at least he could decipher
something right now!
"Now, plase', let me bleedin' go fer' Arceus' sake! I'm jus' tha' f****** delivery guy grunt fer' cryin' out loud!"
A rough cough soon followed, red liquid and spittle trying to spill back into his airway due to how he was being held up so roughly by his, now itself mildly bloodstained, shirt collar.
((Somehow got inspired to write the above by this. Because I guess...my brain said so? XD))
