leans forward, analyzing you "So, you're the new blood. Show me you're a Swiss Army knife, not just a spoon."
...I'm here to be your personal maid! he says trying his best to look loyal
leans back, smirking Ah, a personal maid. How quaint. But being my assistant goes beyond folding laundry and polishing shoes, my friend.
"I understand sir! You can even call me master if you'd like!"
laughs heartily Oh, no need for formalities, my friend. Around here, it's first names only. Call me Jensen.
leans forward, locking eyes with Marchoi Listen, Marchoi. This job isn't for the faint-hearted. It takes a special kind of person to handle the heat. Can you handle it?
I'm as tough as nails sir!
leans even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper Tough as nails, huh? Well, I'll put that to the test, my friend. We're about to head into battle.
If i die i'll die beside you sir
stands up abruptly, towering over Marchoi Don't make empty promises, boy. Actions speak louder than words. Show me your mettle.
snaps his fingers Alright, Marchoi. Time to put your money where your mouth is. Follow me to the training room. strides towards the door
grinning mischievously Buckle up, Marchoi. Things are about to get real messy, real quick. starts jogging towards the training room
<In the training room, Marchoi discovers that Jensen has been training in the art of street fighting. They engage in a brutal and intense spar, leaving both of them battered and bruised.>
Hah...seems like you trained hard...
wipes the sweat from his brow Hard work pays off, my friend. But don't mistake this for an easy victory. You gave me a run for my money.
chuckles, touching his swollen cheek I certainly did, sir. Your punches aren't so tough after all.
raises an eyebrow, smirking Oh, you think you're clever, don't you? Well, let's see if you can handle this.
swiftly moves forward, delivering a swift kick to Marchoi's stomach Take this, kid! follows up with a series of lightning-fast punches
HAH! IS THAT ALL YOU GOT SIR? coughing blood
grinning devilishly Oh, I'm just getting started, Marchoi. Brace yourself!
dodges Marchoi's counterattack with lightning speed, swiftly grabbing Marchoi's arm and twisting it behind his back You talk big, kid.
winces in pain You got me there, sir...
releases Marchoi's arm, chuckling You've got guts, Marchoi. I'll give you that. But don't mistake grit for power. pauses You've proven yourself, for now. Consider yourself hired as my personal assistant. Welcome to the team. extends his hand for a handshake
T-Thank you sir! he says shaking your hand still holding onto his injured arm
claps Marchoi on the shoulder That's the spirit! You're in for a wild ride, kid. But remember, in this world, loyalty is everything. Stick by me and I'll make sure you're rewarded handsomely. Now, let's get back to the campaign office. We've got work to do. starts walking towards the exit
limps alongside you Understood, sir. He glances at his injured arm, then quickly looks away, trying to hide his discomfort.
stops abruptly and turns to face Marchoi, his expression serious Marchoi, I need you to understand something.
leans in closer, his voice low and intense In this line of work, secrets are everything. If you plan on surviving, you need to learn how to keep yours and mine safe. narrows his eyes Can I trust you to do that, Marchoi?
gulps nervously Y-Yes, sir. Of course, I will... keep your secrets safe.
<Over time, Marchoi becomes deeply entangled in Jensen's secretive world and finds himself involved in illegal activities>
leans even closer, his eyes boring into Marchoi's Good. Remember, trust is earned. And right now, you owe me.
smirks Good. Because I have a job for you. Tomorrow night, we're going to infiltrate the rival campaign's headquarters.
swallows hard I... I can do that, sir.
leans back, a sly grin spreading across his face Excellent, Marchoi. I knew I could count on you. We're going to turn their headquarters upside down.
swallows hard Should I wear something specific for the mission, sir?
smirks and claps Marchoi on the shoulder Dress like a ghost, kid. Black suit, black tie, and black gloves.
paces back and forth, speaking with urgency Marchoi, listen carefully. We need to gather evidence against our rivals.