ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:
Marvel vs DC Universe GuildInside an old, darkened building, a man groaned and leaned back in his chair. Edgar pulled his dark glasses off his face and rubbed the bridge of his nose as he rolled his seat back away from his large computer system. "Well that was totally not a complete waste of time and energy." he grumbled to himself.
At about that time, the door opened, and a man in a long surgeon's outfit walked in. Edgar turned to look at him and sat up in his seat. "So how is sh-"
"Twenty-five percent." the man said, adjusting his star-shaped glasses.
Edgar blinked. "What?"
"Twenty-five percent of your next payment. For today's house call."
"Is...is she alright?" Edgar asked, suddenly worried.
"She's perfectly fine. Nothing a bandage and alcohol couldn't cure." the Crime Doctor replied.
"...okay. Then...I thought we agreed on 10% when we called you to make a house call."
"Yes, we did." Thorne replied.
"Then...why are you asking for more money?" Edgar asked.
"Simple. I'm a surgeon." the Crime Doctor replied before his tone took a deadpan edge. "Not a pediatrician."
The new Tinkerer gave the man an equally deadpan look. "Oh, come on. You know we can't take her to the hospital. The boss wouldn't-"
"Thought you said I get a lollypop..." a little voice called in from the doorway. Rosie stood in the doorway, hugging her doll in one hand, and letting the other hand hang over the bandage peeking out from the bottom of her red dress.
Behind her was a rather....interesting looking henchmen. Interesting as in an overweight grown man in yellow and red spandex, a blue cape held together with a pin, Death Raider was written on a piece of paper pinned onto the front of the costume, and a black felt mask behind glasses.
Thorne glanced over at the pudgy man in yellow spandex, and down at the small girl in red and white. "You do." he replied. "But I'm afraid your friends will have to be the ones to get you one. I have a few other patients to see before the day's through." he said, then glanced back at Tinkerer. "Just be sure to send me the bill."
"Yeah, sure. Just...go ahead on out. Not sure the boss will like it seeing you here." he replied.
"Not like it? Weren't you going on and on that the boss was going to kill you after Rosie hurt herself?" Death Raider asked.
"No. I mean, not after I realized that she wasn't hurt that bad."
Rosie giggled. "It was pretty funny. You looked like you were more upset than I was. And I almost had something go through my leg."
"Yeah, well..." the Tinkerer replied, then stopped abruptly. Something on his computer screen began flashing. He turned his attention away from the girl and over to his computer. Muttering something under his breath. He pecked a few buttons, then just....stared blankly at the computer screen.
"....what the hell....is that a...." he said quietly, then shook his head and began frantically pecking at the keyboard. "That....that can't be right."
"Is there a problem?" a new voice asked from the corner of the room.
Rosie immediately perked up and spun around on her heels, hurrying towards the voice. Tinkerer flinched and glanced over his shoulder at the newcomer. "N-not at all sir. Just a little road block. I can get around it."
"Good." the Joker replied with a smile, taking a step out of the doorway and into the room. "After all, you've done such an excellent job so far. It would be a real shame for you to make a mistake now." he said as Rosie wrapped herself around his leg. "And I can't afford mistakes." he said, his tone taking a grim tone. He patted the little girl on the head and turned his attention towards the others in the room. His eyes immediately fell on the man with the star-shaped glasses. "Well, well. Crime Doctor, isn't it? What on earth are you doing here?" he asked, then his eyes flickered back towards the Tinkerer. "Come to do a little repo on a fresh corpse?" he said, his tone grave again. No guest was one of the big rules for his new employees after all.
Tinkerer began to sweat and shrank back into his chair. "I, uh, I had him make a house call. You see, I...uh....I had this...."
"Rosie was playing and tripped, landing on something that punctured her leg." Death Raider replied, since his co-worker seemed to be having trouble explaining.
Joker frowned and looked between the two of them. "So you decided to call in the Crime Doctor to fix her up while I was out? And just who was watching her when she fell?"
"Well yeah. We figured taking her to the hospital was NOT something you wanted. So we found someone who could fix her up and keep things quiet. And, well....we were playing. Edgar was doing his work and Rosie was playing gun tag with me." Death Raider replied, rubbing the back of his neck. There were large red welts running along the side of his arm.
Rosie grinned and looked up at Joker. "Thought I'd try out the silencer and those little plastic bullets on a moving target."
Joker paused a moment and looked down at her. Then he laughed out loud and patted the girl on the head. "Did you now?"
