[It would be an understatement to say that Ajax damned her to the deepest levels of hell for saying that. His father's gaze turns to him, and he knows he can't lie his way out of this one. He's never been a good liar, and his dad can see right through any bullshit he might offer. That's why Ajax has made it a point not to lie, but only speak in half-truths. But given this situation, he's not sure if he can get away with it.
The Foul Legacy Transformation is something out of a movie. He knows it, they know it, and yet there it is, a picture of it right from inside of the office that he'd been thrown through the wall of. If he hadn't had such distinct hair, maybe he could play it off as shopped, or something else...
Ajax looks up at his dad, still silent, as his father waits for an answer. An answer he has to give.]
It's...my transformation.
[The older Volkov looks at his son, eyebrows raised.
Your transformation? So what, are you a superhero now? How'd you get superpowers? Were you fighting some kind of super-powered villain in there? Is that how my warehouse got destroyed? Explain this to me, Ajax.]
That's...basically it. A group of those villains are on the Dufont's side now, and they're strong enough that they'll kill anyone in their way without much of a fight.
[Are you shitting me? I could of believed if it was a group of Vision-bearers, but actual straight out of the comic books villains?
Ajax doesn't say anything, looking down at the table. He can't tell if his dad is pissed or just incredulous, but he has no idea how to explain how they're being chased by an ancient group of gods without his dad disowning him right there and then. The elder seems to sense this, and he narrows his eyes at his son.
Holy shit, you're serious. Alright. If this picture didn't exist I'd throw you in the funny farm for telling me something like that with such a straight face. I wish you just woulda told me sooner, Ajax. Things have gotten way out of hand. Are these the same people who killed our guys in Inazuma? They got stabbed a few times, and it was no knife. Like they had a sword or something. You two know about that?]
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The Foul Legacy Transformation is something out of a movie. He knows it, they know it, and yet there it is, a picture of it right from inside of the office that he'd been thrown through the wall of. If he hadn't had such distinct hair, maybe he could play it off as shopped, or something else...
Ajax looks up at his dad, still silent, as his father waits for an answer. An answer he has to give.]
It's...my transformation.
[The older Volkov looks at his son, eyebrows raised.
Your transformation? So what, are you a superhero now? How'd you get superpowers? Were you fighting some kind of super-powered villain in there? Is that how my warehouse got destroyed? Explain this to me, Ajax.]
That's...basically it. A group of those villains are on the Dufont's side now, and they're strong enough that they'll kill anyone in their way without much of a fight.
[Are you shitting me? I could of believed if it was a group of Vision-bearers, but actual straight out of the comic books villains?
Ajax doesn't say anything, looking down at the table. He can't tell if his dad is pissed or just incredulous, but he has no idea how to explain how they're being chased by an ancient group of gods without his dad disowning him right there and then. The elder seems to sense this, and he narrows his eyes at his son.
Holy shit, you're serious. Alright. If this picture didn't exist I'd throw you in the funny farm for telling me something like that with such a straight face. I wish you just woulda told me sooner, Ajax. Things have gotten way out of hand. Are these the same people who killed our guys in Inazuma? They got stabbed a few times, and it was no knife. Like they had a sword or something. You two know about that?]