@lord-of-the-carnival group
Knight sets Derik down a good 60 feet away from the door.
Knight sets Derik down a good 60 feet away from the door.
Derik growls, “What the hell do you want?! Do I look like I care that you escaped?!”
"No. But I care." Knight says bluntly.
Derik rolls his eyes, “Dude if I don’t give a shit then I wont snitch.”
"People are as a basis, untrustworthy." Knight replies.
Derik heaves a heavy sigh. “Augh and you’re annoying!”
Knight ignores Derik.
"I'm going out. I'm locking all exits. Don't even think about escaping." he says.
Derik starts mocking him, “DoN’t EvEn ThInK aBoUt EsCaPiNg-“ He rolls his eyes.
Knight looms over Derik, staring at him.
"Would you rather me say it as a statement of fact? 'You will not think of escaping.'"
Derik scoffs, “Whatever dude.”
"Either way, the point stays the exact same." Knight says bluntly.
He walks around the warehouse, shifting a few 100 pounds worth of machinery and steel in front of every door and simply pulling ladders and stairs off the brick walls before going out the front door and moving one of the heaviest pieces of equipment - an abandoned backhoe - in front of the doors.
Derik huffs, then immediately starts looking around. Mainly out of boredom. After a while, he grumbles and plops down by a wall.
Knight returns a few hours later carrying filling - but not very tasty - MREs.
About 3 dozen of them.
He also brings two air matresses, a few blankets and two pillows.
He moves the heavy machinery in front of the front door and walks in, tossing one of the MREs at Derik.
"Food."
Derik huffs, “Jee thanks. Glad you actually care a little.” He takes the food.
"Be glad I remembered you need food." Knight says bluntly.
He opens 3 MREs himself and tears into them quickly before setting up his mattress, thin blanket and comforter.
Derik eats one, then sets a few aside for later. He then sets up his own ‘bed’ and plops down.
Knight closes his eyes, appearing to fall asleep.
Derik huffs, staying silent.
A few hours pass at this point, in which Knight is alterantaing between sitting down and doing an honestly brutal workout regimen, both out of his armor and inside of it. Either way, the earth makes loud thuds with every movement he makes during this time.
He'd stripped off his shirt near the beggining as well, revealing muscles more defined than a Merriam-Webster Dictionary, in his arms, chest and back. It was honestly staggering how big even this man's forearms were; they beat Popeye the Sailor's by a great deal, and Maui's. Not to mention his biceps which, even considering the size of the man, were absolutely massive.
(DAMN)
Derik growls, opening his eyes. “Can you shut u-“ He blinks, looking at Knight. “Well damn-“ He mutters.
(he a beefy man lmao- i said a mix between Doomslayer, Master Chief and Martins Licis- and all of those men are massive-)
Knight ignores Derik pretty effectively, but considering the type of pushups he was doing - no arms - it wasn't that difficult a task.
After a solid 250 of those he moves on to pushups using only his arms, basically suspending his entire body in the air as he cranks pushup after pushup out. It was probably more than a little surreal, and maybe a bit eye-opening to Derik that at any given gtime, if Knight wished it, he could legit crack the man like a glowstick.
Derik watches, completely in shock. “Well then- I’d say if you were such a jackass you’d be a pretty good guy- makin’ me have some gay panic-“ He laughs.
(im half tempted to Chuck Norris this and say he can do pushups without arms or legs but we're going only one arm now instead lol-)
Knight grunts. "I'm not particularly a jackass. I'm just not coded for emotion. Combat and physical strength are what I was made for and emotions, according to my makers, would get in the way. And I agree with them."
After 250 arms-only pushups, he goes to one armed no leg pushups, starting with his left arm.
(XD)
Derik keeps watching him. “Hm…so…what if someone were to…I don’t know…put code for emotions into you?”
"Impossible. Once something like me is fully cultured and conditioned, further conditioning becomes impossible except for by the original 'parents,' meaning the only ones who would be able to program me with human empathy and love are the same people who would never dream of doing something like that. And as I said, I agree with their decision to not give me human emotion. I make more logical choices and have no second thoughts about them and I can always execute whatever plan I come up with when I'm on a solo op." Knight says gruffly, hop-switching on the down of the 125th pushup on his left arm to do the rest of the 125 on his right.
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