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Sean's fingers drummed against the kitchen counter before looking at Funk, his fingers pausing "I said what I said not because I thought you could handle it, but because I purely enjoy stabbing my words into people and watching them bleed out. Look at my injuries and look into your heart, I say we're about even," He smirked, he was cute, but his face was so punchable if that could even be a thing. He just had a face that screamed self centered jerk, hit me. His eyes were calculating and cruel, but it looked fake as it quickly washed into a look of genuine kindness and infinite understanding, "I'm sorry I was vicious to you though, that was intentional," He said bandaging up his side by lifting up his shirt and once he did pushed his shirt back down.
"But I don't like to see you upset," He admitted and placed a hand over Funk's and glanced around the house, there was furniture missing like tables and chairs and so far he hadn't found a funny, "I promise you that the rest of the night I'll be nice," He said curling his pinkie finger around Funk's before slowly easing onto the ground still holding Funk's hand, "Sit down, let me look at your wounds, I'll take care of you too."
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 2, 2020 0:39:34 GMT -5
Funk wanted another fight, to be honest. Even if it was the dumbest idea, especially right now. If he got out of this, he'd have every opportunity to punch Sean as he saw fit. But man, Sean was so damn punchable. The kind of cute he wanted to mess up. Especially if he was gonna get hit back. Not that Funk wasn't punchable. Even in this mad state, he didn't look threatening. Just a guy with overly fluffy hair, glasses that begged to be broken and a cocky smile that slid towards crooked. Even? Sean got grazed and Funk's pride as Nemesis was wounded. It didn't feel quite even. Compounding too much he didn't want to talk about, didn't want to share while they were huddling in some freezing house while they were hunted for sport. It's not that he wasn't used to the punch, not used to being cut until he bled.
It was his own reaction that frustrated him.
But when Sean's expression softened and he walked up to Funk, he could feel his own change to something confused. He didn't like seeing him upset? Why. That felt like that was all today was. Them getting upset. He just said he did it to make him upset. So why. He couldn't meet the Sentinel's gaze, not able to believe what he was hearing. Funk was shell-shocked, his mind somehow miles behind the present. Even as he was led to the ground, he followed silently. His green gaze ran down to the pinky promise. How childish.
"You can say what you want about me. I don't care. None of it's new." He sighed, letting Sean take his hand. Some part of him felt defeated. By him more than anyone else. He hated this roller coaster. "Just don't bad mouth my League, okay? I can't stand for that." Some part of him figured he was a bad Nemesis. He was so different, so passive. But he at least wouldn't let them go down with him.
"You know my deadbeat dad is from the league right? And then they taught my sister to murder people. And they've slayed and tormented my family and friends? I'm not exactly going to call them saints," Sean pointed out, his expression dimmed when he saw the defeated look on his face and tried to shrug it off, but it didn't work. It was hard, he liked to tease people relentlessly, but it was fun to trash talk Glow because she could take it and fought back. Here he was just hurting Funk's spirit. He felt a prickle of guilt and took Funk's other hand to inspect the wound. He got hurt from helping him survive after all, he should act more grateful and less surprised by his generosity. "But like I said I'll stop taunting for the night and if I don't I'll-" He glanced around the kitchen before grinning back at Funk, "Drink liquid soap. That's good incentive for me to stop, right?"
He took out the supplies he could find and began to clean off the wound as gently as he could. He took out the ointment and bandages he found from a first aid kit and applied it to the wound before carefully wrapping him up, "Did you have a good family life? You were a loner originally, right?"
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 2, 2020 1:46:03 GMT -5
"That's fine. I'll never ask you to lie to me." Funk knew the league was no group of saints. But a good chunk of them were just down on their luck kids with nowhere else to go. He knew that life, and a part of him didn't want their future ruined just because they were part of a mob gang for a time. It was unnatural, he couldn't tell if the thought was from genuine care or not. His spirit wasn't easily broken, he could fight back. Some biting remark came to mind, something about how the Regime only thought of themselves as saints. But he couldn't find it in himself too. Something kept him quiet, kept his eyes on the ground. Hell, he shouldn't even be letting Sean treat him. He was the doctor. And it killed him to have to watch Sean dress him. "Just remember there's more to every group then you realize."
The quiet that settled in him was something he hadn't felt in a long time, the kind that made his eyes dart around the room and keep his knees to his chest. It made his free hand fidget with something, anything quiet enough to take his anxiety out on. There was no word he knew for this feeling, no anything really. Funk could only wait until some sort of bang happened that let it blow up again. Even the mention of his past didn't quite phase him. It was like Funk was there physically, but mentally somewhere else. A part of him screamed to stop. He didn't.
"If that's what you want to call it, then yes. I wasn't involved in any clan activities until later in life. Not like my family was sunshine and flowers."
Guilt was hitting him hard now as he placed Funks hand back at his side. This was exactly what his mom would do to people, wear them down, chip away at them like they were a gem stone, molding them into what she wanted. She had a way of making fixing a person look caring despite the cruel process of threats, demeaning, and humiliation. She made herself look helpful and nice, but she was far from it. For as much as he loved his mom, he didn't want to be like her. He moved in closer to Funk where he was now brushing up against him, "Yeah, you're right. I actually wouldn't be this judgy to any other group except Primal Instinct."
Funks expression hadn't changed though, there was hesitation for a moment before gently moving Funk into his shoulder to lean into him. He felt warm and lighter than he expected, "I shouldn't have been so mean, I'm sorry," He put a protective arm around Funk, his hand delicately moving his hair behind Funks ear. They were in a dark house, injured, hunted, with no way to get help. "You know, I was actually born in prison, wasn't let out till I was 12. So if you and I both had a sucky upbringing I'm willing to bet you've never made a blanket fort either?" He asked with an almost timid smile bordering on mischievous as he gestured to the family room, "I think we're stuck here for the night. This house is cold and we can't turn any electricity on without alerting them. Let's build a blanket fort, we can reverse roles, I'll be the doctor, you can be the patient, I'll feed you snacks, it'll be great, okay?"
Sean watched wondering if Funks dazed look was going to change. When he wasn't sure a streak of color ran over his face, he would give anything to make things right, see Funk bounce back. He leaned forward and kissed Funk on the forehead, warm and reassuring, it seemed to last longer than it did. He stood up, careful to make sure not to disturb Funk too much as he did. His entire expression turned shy as his eyes darted in the opposite direction. "I said I would take care of you, after all." He he held out his hand to Funk.
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 2, 2020 14:53:19 GMT -5
Funk didn't intend on guilt-tripping Sean. Sure, he wanted to bite back, have some more sassy back and forth as they found their way out of here. The usual bonding stuff he did, the things he knew. Really, now that he had a moment to think about it; it was everything. Their lives suddenly on the line, the jabs at his ego and leadership abilities. The Nemesis knew he was just a ticking time bomb, waiting to go off. Weakness right under the surface, things he needed to hide no matter what. When he did, most of the time it was loud and explosive. It had kickback he could rein in, or cover up or straight up lie about. The kind of things he always did. This... there was no denying this. He couldn't deny silence, the slight shaking. And of course, it was in front of Sean. Who treated him with a delicacy that only made him want to crack more.
"It's not your fault, you know. It's mine. like always." Funk had learned a long time ago how to not let his emotions get the better of his image. To keep everything nailed down. The bruises had all healed, the cuts didn't leave any scars. But their words. Their words still cut through him like a knife. The 'i didn't mean to's and the constant back and forth of trusting him and not. He shouldn't be surprised, he was never good enough anyway. Never. Still, he had to be all alone now. Huddled in some closet and praying he didn't shake the door enough to where it was heard. And that's how it was.
And that's how it'd always be.
Peter was alone.
And then the arm wrapped around him. And Funk felt the illusion shake. Some color returned to his face, and his eyes stopped darting. He knew it was Sean, but his face said he had no idea who was next to him. His instinct was to shake it off, but he couldn't. Funk still managed a dry laugh, "Well, you got what you wanted. Not like it's not deserved." The feeling tickled, but his head almost slipped back further into Sean's hand like he was a cat. A blanket fort? He shook his head, hating every meek movement he couldn't control. Funk could only watch his body react, a sick fear taking over him as he wanted the control back so badly.
They were the same. Too similar really. It brought Funk little comfort. He was still stuck, after all. Never allowing himself to move. As Sean talked like they were kids again, it only made him want to grow up again. To leave all that behind. The idea was tempting though. Just to let go. God, how pathetic. Funk almost didn't react to the kiss, pulling back after a moment. Like he was back as a kid. Like he didn't know anything better.
I said I would take care of you, after all
But he didn't want to be taken care of! No. That was his job. That was his work. He took it all on so no one else had to. Sean just couldn't take it away. That's what he was. Both of him reached out to take Sean's hand.
Funk gripped his hand hard like he was making sure he could. Looking behind him, there was nothing there. He was back in the house. He was freezing and bleeding. And holding Sean's hand. Funk let out a huff, but took his hand away slowly, slipping it into his pocket as his expression leveled back to normal. "Gee, you're shot you know? Don't take it all on yourself. Besides..." He tilted his head to the side with a wink, a little dizzy. Not completely back yet. "it's no fun if I don't get to build the fort too."
"I get shot a lot," Sean said with a look of surprise, like it was odd Funk didn't know. When he was growing up in the Regime they had a lot more dark and unsafe practices, sentinel training was basically getting beat up relentlessly and being able to get back up and fight. It was essentially about knowing how to take a hit, simulating getting shot, tazed, and beaten to the point of feeling numb had been a part of it back then. Luckily now things were different, but he hadn't grown up in the nicer era that the Regime was now.
Sean walked to the other room and began collecting blankets and dragging chairs from other rooms that he could find while allowing Funk to relax while he collected things. At one point Sean stuck his head out from the laundry room with a big grin, "You'll never believe what I found," He said before dangling neon light sticks, "Okay, I don't know if these were super popular in the league, but in the Regime like everyone loves these, total childhood favorite right here."
He added the neon lights to the pile before turning back to look at Funk, "Alright this is our first fort, let's just keep things modest, not get out of control and just something simple," Sean explained as he arranged some chairs, thought about it, moved them again, thought about it, moved them again, thought about it one more time and moved them back to how he originally had them arranged before nodding, pleased with himself. He looked back to see if Funk was looking better, he only saw people act that way when they had been abused and wondered if that was the case for Funk. He only said it wasn't sunshine and flowers, but that could really mean anything.
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 2, 2020 15:48:29 GMT -5
"I mean, I do too." Funk was never really trained for Nemesis. He figured the Wardens were normally trained. But he was thrown in the position after a string of murders. But he got beat up enough by Sen and the like every day that he knew how to take a beating. Them and his parents. Oops. And being Nemesis meant dealing with a lot of people that wanted to kill him. Funk didn't quite know all of the Regime's training, but it must have been something else. It always was.
Funk wasn't one to stand around or relax though. He was slow and a little shaky, but he managed to walk upstairs and through bedrooms to grab any pillows he could find. This was silly. But Sean was right, he never had the chance to do something like this. It was hard to drown the voices in his head, but they began to swim in the static that filled his ears. His knees shook as he came down the stairs, hands too full of pillows. He threw his pillows onto the pile, before turning towards Sean and the glowsticks. "It's been forever since I've seen these." He laughed, a warm smile spreading across his features. He wanted to reach out and grab them, but his hands didn't feel like moving.
"Fine. You have everything for a fancy one at your place anyway." While he followed Sean, he didn't jump right into arranging the chairs. This looked like Sean's area of expertise, though he couldn't stop the chuckle when he moved everything to how he had it the first time. Still, he felt some need to break the silence, explain himself in some way. Damage control for something he couldn't really control. He knew, he still spoke up. "Sorry about earlier."
Sean fidgeted with the blanket for just a moment before handing it over to Funk, "Why? You were just upset at me for bullying you, that seems like an appropriate reaction. I mean, I guess not really, like in the Regime people want to punch me, but can't cause there are laws that prevent it. But since we're from opposite sides you actually can, so I guess the more appropriate reaction would be to attack me for it," He laughed before quickly mentioning, "And I'm not just saying that cause you're a part of the league, I'd say that to anyone."
He took the other end of the blanket walking the length of the chairs and sofa and delicately draped it over one section. For being simple he sure had it planned out to be in three layers of blanket. But given their heights they did need it to have a good length.
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 3, 2020 16:25:30 GMT -5
Funk took the blanket, not quite sure what to do with it. He rolled the end of it in between his fingers as Sean spoke, the texture the most interesting thing at the moment. After some, he sighed, "See, it's 'cause of that I'm apologizin'. Now you feel some need to tiptoe around me." He draped the blanket along the other section, reaching over to straighten it. An appropriate response? Yeah, the latter. That's what he should have done, punched his lights out. With anger, with strength. "I can take a beating, alright. So don't treat me like I'm glass." Or a kid. Especially not that.
“Yeah. Well. I already said I’m going to be nice to you for tonight, but don’t you worry, I’ll have a field day tomorrow catching up on all the ugly little things I want to say to you,” He grinned with a villains menace before retreating back to his careless sense. He kept working to pile the blankets on top, handing a corner of a blanket to Funk to hold while he set it on place and did this a few. times. However he couldn’t help thinking about what Funk had said. That he could take a beating so therefore wasn’t glass.
“I take it back then, you’re not a tiger, but you’re definitely fragile. You’re kintsugi, you’re broken and the pieces don’t fit back together right, but you fuse the pieces together in gold and come back more valuable than you were last time.”
He finished putting the last blanket on top, “Good for you though, I’m a wuss when I’m hurt, I easily scream and cry, I mean I can still take a beating, but I’m definitely not stoic,” Sean laughed, “Actually from what Glow tells me people who scream the most live longer than the people who held back their cries so I guess it’s not a bad thing.” Sean held out a glow stick to Funk.
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 4, 2020 1:38:12 GMT -5
"Nice to know you're a man of your word sometimes." Funk let out one more jab before raising his hands like he was surrendering. Some part of him was relieved though. He'd get dragged over the coals for all this tomorrow, but at least they can go back to dragging each other. Like this never happened. "Glad you've been thinking them through, at least. I'll up my game tomorrow." For tonight, he would try and stop as well. He was still reeling from the night anyway.
As he smoothed the blankets over his side of the fort, Funk was finally beginning to feel himself loosen up. The day decided to hit him all at once, and damn he'd kill for some coffee right now. More so he had the energy to sit up and think over his completely rational decision making until it was irrational again. Funk's eyes narrowed a little as Sean spoke up again. Kintsugi, huh? He kinda liked being the tiger though. But Sean was right; he was fragile. And he did not like that he knew. "That was almost sweet. I suppose I'd compare you to... meadow saffron. A beautiful flower that is just as deadly as it is helpful."
Funk took the glowstick from Sean, turning it over a little as he caught that jab. Really couldn't stop himself, huh? He wasn't too surprised. "I guess that depends on where you are." Granted, in the League if you screamed, you were likely to be kept alive. Some of them sure had a mean streak. So maybe that's right. "Still, you took the beating from earlier fairly well."
Sean offered a smile at the mention of meadow saffron, but seemed a bit put off about it before adding with a confident grin, "Yeah my words can be pretty deadly."
The ego immediately deflated at the mention of him getting beat up as he immediately blushed and looked the other way, "I mean that was weirdly different because like," He dragged a hand through his hair in thought, "It was fun? And most fights aren't fun, but with you I didn't really feel like I was going to die or that we were fighting to hurt each other so much as to settle our dispute. It was-"
He paused, he thought that losing his fight with Funk bruised his confidence. To know Funk could so easily make him helpless and beat him up every time, that was twice in one day after all. But the more he thought about it the more he found himself remembering back to Funk holding him in place and his face moving in closer to his. It wasn't the embarrassment of losing that was getting to him it was the helpless feeling he felt in his heart that warred between his pride and giving in to the conflicting desire he had for Funk. Why couldn't that have been a normal fight? If he could go back in time would he even want that to be a normal fight or keep the moment?
Sean gave a stubborn expression, "Nevermind," He said passively and knelt down placing a few light sticks inside before revealing a bracelet glowstick and began to put it on his wrist before stopping and wrapping it around Funk's wrist, "Here, you can have the glowstick, I'm used to the dark anyways. I'm going to go to the bathroom real fast so I'll be right back," He said, clearly going to the bathroom to retrieve the key he hid. After all if they had to move fast suddenly in the night he wanted to have that on him even if it was at risk of Funk taking it, not knowing it was already stolen.
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 6, 2020 0:54:41 GMT -5
Huh, that wasn't the reaction Funk expected. He couldn't help but let a smile slip, feeling all too relieved to get out of the hot seat. His ego had been riddled enough today, with the fight and the kidnapping and the panic attack. Sure, Sean's had been too, Funk was sure. Though he'd barely been able to pull his mind away from himself, he now could place his attention solely on Sean.
Of course, Funk loved watching him squirm. It made a sick part of him happy it was him that made Sean like this. No one else did. "It was a nice change of pace. I felt the same way." He still said cause some part in him wanted to see Sean light up again. Or get more embarrassed. He couldn't decide which. Most of the fights in the League were to the death. And Funk was a poor fighter. Even for beating Sean, he was fairly sure he got lucky. Now he got to have a fight where the stakes weren't as high, but enough to where he wanted to give his all.
Some different desire settled in his stomach. Originally, he came to Sean in order to get him off Glow's back. But now, now he wasn't sure if he should even be with Glow. They'd work out, but he knew he wasn't what she wanted. Especially now as he thought back to pinning Sean down and kissing him, how his lips tasted of that tea Funk despised. How he knew exactly the kind of guy Funk was, the kind wrought with danger and venom, but still followed him to the alleyway anyway. For as much as the Sentinel flipped and flopped between his words and his intentions, he still intended on making things right. It was a mentality Funk didn't get. No way he could. He slipped the bracelet on, frowning slightly as Sean ran off to the bathroom. "Hmm... what to do." He sucked in one part of his lip before grabbing two of the leftover blankets and crawling into the fort, beginning to spread them across the ground. He wanted them to be able to walk tomorrow.
Sean stared at the empty compartment in the wall, it was gone. He could hear a ringing in his ears as panic hit, Funk had taken the ultimate key. Normally this wasn't a punishable offense, the Regime valued a soldiers life and losing equipment happened, but Funk could easily steal this and claim that he had given it to him freely. There was too much evidence that definitely suggested that he would give it to him willingly when that wasn't the case. He would be called a traitor and thrown into prison and basically his whole life could be over! He almost walked past the kitchen, but had enough consciousness to remember to grab something before heading back to Funk.
Sean dragged a hand along the wall looking almost too intimidated to ask Funk because in a sense he really wanted anyone, but him to have it, he didn't want this to be true and maybe the less he asked the better... He didn't hesitate for long and crawled inside with a box of butterscotch cookies, but withheld them, "Funk. Did you steal the ultimate key, the one you saw, the one I specifically said not to steal?" He was handling it pretty well so far, casually lying down next to him as he pulled out a butterscotch cookie. "And if you did, could you maybe give that back and not make me beg for it?"
Did begging even work in the league? In the Regime it worked well, but maybe the league was just used to people begging and it had zero effect on anyone. If he had any effort left he would fight him for it since Funk was weak and tired currently, but he also was weak and tired from today so they were still evenly matched there.
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 6, 2020 1:47:02 GMT -5
Funk had made himself busy, more so he'd stop thinking about his friend's stupid sexy lips. Now the bottom of the fort was at least mostly cushioned and the pillows lined the edges. The instant his head hit the pillow, his eyes immediately shut. Gee, the day has been draining. He rolled over onto his side, feeling the key dig into his thigh. Oh yeah, that. He definitely needed it. It'd save so many bobby pins lives. Though he figured Sean went to the bathroom to look for it. For as much as he considered just taking it out and stuffing it in the couch for now, Funk didn't.
When he returned, Funk braced himself. His stomach ached when he saw the cookies, and let out a pout when they were withheld from his reaching hand. "What?! Me? Steal the key? Never. Who do you take me for? The kind that would steal some god key?" Funk overenunciated every word, overly serious to the point of comical effect. For every line he spoke, the mischievous glint in his eyes grew. "And if I did, why do you need it back?" Okay, he definitely did. Still, the Nemesis wasn't gonna give it up right away.
Sean places the cookies ring over his index finger and took a bite out of it watching Funk carefully. His eyes giving a “please give me a break” expression as Funk went on about how he definitely didn’t take the key. He winced when he noticed the mischief growing in Funks eyes, he was teasing him. He took another bite of the cookie in thought, but his pale skin made it easy to see the flustered tones of red growing on his cheeks, “Well for one you’re a mob boss and are definitely going to use that for bad things. But I need it so when the Regime investigates why it’s missing they don’t see the stacked evidence of me being nice to you serving you tea and making a blanket fort and think I gave it to you willingly. Traitors are always imprisoned so how about I share the cookies in exchange for that key?” he asked as though that were a worthy trade. He knew Funk wasn’t likely to hand it over, but he had to try before sucking up to him in the hopes of figuring out where they key was.
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 6, 2020 21:27:42 GMT -5
Funk bordered on a laugh as Sean grew more and more tired of him. Of course he was teasing him. It's what Funk did. It was like if Sean stopped being mean to him. It just wouldn't feel right if he did. So the Nemesis continued, pushing himself up on an elbow as Sean explained his reasoning. Grabbing a pair of the glowsticks, Funk broke them as he met Sean's gaze. "Of course I'm gonna use it for bad things. Like saving 5 bucks on that huge pack of bobby pins after going through the last one in a few weeks." There were way too many people in the League who were defiant about having their particular hairstyle and to give them another pin as they learned how to break open locks. Funk at least learned a while ago, when all his sister's left home and he needed into the locked pantry.
"Do you really think they'd do that? Don't tell me they're so strict with their stuff to where each is personalized to you? That's pretty greedy for a rich nation." Funk, admittedly, did not like the idea of Sean getting imprisoned again. But he couldn't help but be curious about the Regime's way. Brilliance was always so quiet during their meetings. He could always vouch that he stole it, but would he really? No, probably not. "As much as I love butterscotch cookies, I'm also one for fair trades. Just give me a little info and you'll be a step closer to getting it back." He slipped the two glowsticks into a bracelet before holding it out for Sean, smirking like always.
Sean gave a look of surprise and laughed at Funk's comment about customized keys. The only time the Regime ever customized anything was with boring old numbers. If he had it his way he would have decked his key out in Christian Louboutin Alta Perla's Pop collection nail polish. But there was too much concern that it would damage the key so he wasn't able to. Sean frowned at the idea of revealing private information to Funk, once again he had a way of him making him feel helpless. Sean finished the rest of the cookie around his finger before talking, "Well for one they always have us give back equipment and have us check it in. That way no equipment is ever missing for over 24 hours. And we're not rich, we just sink our money into technology. For as long as I can remember the Regime's always been the hungriest. We don't buy enough food for ourselves, we only buy enough food where we're not going to starve to death, that's it. Complaining about hunger, sleep deprivation and pain is a major taboo. Scouts and Guiders get to sleep more and mercenaries and raisers are allowed to eat more is kind of the culture."
He looked back at Funk and couldn't help, but smile, it was kind of funny. They were lying next to each other in a blanket fort, in bloody pajamas, and he was gossiping about the Regime, this truly was a sleepover, a messed up one, but still not the worst one he's ever had. He gave a thoughtful um as though to try and think of something more, "The Regime's just really normal to me, I don't really know what to say that would be interesting for you to hear. Do you have any questions?" Sean asked before suddenly thinking of something, "Oh! Actually could you answer a question about the league? You guys take in outsiders, like... What is that like? Is it weird? Cause you just have some rando walking around, you don't know their family or what their families family did and no one knows how they grew up. Also how do you even decide to take in an outsider, what do they have to do, like that's just insane to me." He exclaimed with wide curious eyes.
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 6, 2020 23:09:59 GMT -5
He tilted his head when Sean started to laugh, unable to resist laughing with him. When Sean frowned, Funk rested back down on the pillow, looking up at Sean through his lashes. "Relax. I'm not asking for the code to the safe or anything. That's not till later." His words became sleepy, but it was true. Funk didn't consider this horribly important information that needed to be hidden. He produced a thing of trail mix out of thin air, going for the raisins first surprisingly as Sean talked.
So that was it. If Sean didn't have a key to give back, it would lead to him being investigated. Funk figured there might have been a line of code that linked each key to a specific person. So if they managed to find another key, he could, in theory, take it. But that meant he had to give this one back. Boo. Still, that was different than how he thought the League was. He always figured it was a rich province who kept it all to themselves and looked down on everyone else. Well, he figured that might be true. He didn't think they were so militaristic to where they let their own soldiers go hungry or without sleep. Still, sinking it all into technology and knowledge and then keeping it to themselves was something that pissed him off. "Hmmm... sounds like a pain." He knew Sean was different then. He was born into money most would never get the chance to experience. And he spent it on buying blankets for towels.
Funk smiled back, one bright and beaming. It was strange; to lie here in a pillow fort in an abandoned neighborhood as other Regime members hunted for their heads. A messed up day, truly. His eyes begged him to end it. It was fair the Regime sounded normal to him, he was born and raised in it. Still, was it fair to say it was messed up to be born in prison when Funk kept prisoners too? Were there any kids? He couldn't remember. At the question of outsiders, he shrugged. "It's not that weird to us. We're the group of outsiders, for outsiders. From anywhere really. Of course, some are bloodthirsty and are genuinely searching for violence, but some are just down on their luck and need the extra money. Or they've admired the lifestyle but they have no idea what they're getting into." Sean's wide-eyed curiosity was amusing. Funk never imagined he'd be like this. "As for joining, it depends on which district they join. They need to get approval from the proxy before coming to me, and then I need to approve them as well. Districts are divided into sub-districts and those who look out for their own members the most. Everyone manages their own finances, utilities and the like. But just cause you hear tales of grandeur doesn't mean we're made of money either." Funk held back the parts about the black market, human trafficking, dirty money and the numerous members hooked on drugs and the like. The League was dark.
"Let's see... what about the classes and stuff? You got any idea how the commanders and stuff think of the little guys and vice versa?"