Arrival of the Hammer of God

[Claude Frollo]

Jan 15th, Year 1 

Frollo had been quite busy these days; he had been ordered to Maleficent's home to deal with a few problems....
Once he had killed the rioters and quelled the dissent, he was then ordered to Arabia.


  He rode like a flash on his horse, Snowball; after succeeding in the mission to eliminate a few rogue elements in Europe. There were fewer now than there were before, at least. He rode into Agrabah and put Snowball in the stable, making sure to leave ample water and food for him. As he walked through the residential area and the market place he saw hobbled homes and people living in squalor. "Nothing really changes..."  he thought to himself. The same look on the peasants' faces that once filled Notre Dame were seen here as well; that same look of despair and powerlessness. The same look of wanting someone to save them...


  He thought back to the grand cathedral in France and wondered if he would be able to reclaim it once more. But idle thoughts aside, he chose to focus on the matter at hand: delivering the heads of the fallen and getting further orders  He walked through the halls, looking for the throne

room. The palace was gaudy and somewhat ugly and he couldn't help but think he was being watched. He threw the thought away and finally reached The throne

room. Though he could not see her there, he knew she had to be aware of his presence by now. "My Lady, I Have returned and finished the task; those who spoke against you are dead."

[Maleficent]

Upon Frollo's entering of the throne room a whirl of emerald flame grew up from in front of the throne. Maleficent stepped through the flames with Diablo resting upon the head of her staff. She threw her hand out to her side and the fire was extinguished with the gesture.

"Frollo! Good of you to come. I trust your travels went well?" Maleficent delicately seated herself on the large throne that spanned the entirety of the back wall. Her fingers delicately picked at and smoothed her robes over her lap.

Maleficent had summoned the once-judge to her side from her home in Europe. He had been watching over her castle and her lands while she was away.

Leaving behind her home and relocating to Agrabah had been a difficult decision, but a necessary one. After Jafar's assassination it became apparent that she was going to need to personally secure the Blackblood headquarters before it splintered apart.

She couldn't just leave her homelands unattended. She knew there would be rebel elements that would try to take advantage of the opening her absence has made. Maleficent needed to ensure that the status quo was maintained, and while Crow was her second-in-command his skill set wasn't exactly up to the task.

Frollo's skills, however, were perfectly suited.

The man's skills were nearly unparalleled in battle. Whether he were on the field or managing tactics. He had become one of her most valuable assets when she had found him and brought him into her service. Maleficent knew she could count on him to strike down any attempted rebellion in her lands.

"I know you must be fatigued from your travels, so I won't keep you long," Maleficent gesture idly with one thin fingered hand, "I merely wanted to introduce you to some of your fellow Overseers. You will show them respect, Frollo. They too are under the service of your lord."

Maleficent gave a covert side glance towards Diablo upon the words 'your lord'. Dear, sweet Frollo's delusion never ceased to be a source of amusement for her. After she had saved him, bringing him back from the brink of death, he had seen her as an avatar of his one true god. He now served her with a religious zealotry that few could ever hope to match. His loyalty was second only to Crow.

[Nasira]

As she did two weeks ago, Nasira stood in the throne room, waiting for the Mistress of All Evil to grace them with her presence. It was so strange where her life had gone since then. A lot had happened in two weeks.

The colossal doors to the throne room abruptly opened. A hush fell upon the overseers as an older man dressed in black robes unapologetically strode in and said something about quelling insurgency. Nasira tensed. Wait, what? What insurgency? There was insurgency? She thought about it for a moment. It had to have been beyond Agrabah's borders, and he could not have meant the Freedom Fighters nor the Rogues for obvious reasons. Well, in any case, Nasira was relieved to hear that these so-called rebels - wherever they were - had already been disposed of. 

The necromancer's breath was caught in her throat as Maleficent (and her loyal companion) emerged from a flurry of viridescent fire. Nasira respectively dipped her head to her highly regarded before - reluctantly - returning her attention to the old man.

Her queen proceeded to address the newcomer by name: Frollo. Nasira had never seen this man before, and judging by the other overseers' mien, not one of them had either. She did not know what to think of him except that he must be somewhat proficient if he managed to quash a revolt. 

"I merely wanted to introduce you to some of your fellow Overseers. You will show them respect, Frollo. They too are under the service of your lord."

Nasira inclined her head politely to Frollo.

[Turbo]

Turbo was looking sassy, as usual. He had his candy cane spawned in for the sole purpose of leaning against it dramatically. Good luck getting this man to stand at attention. Turbo made approximately zero effort to hide what his first impression of the man was. The look upon his face was primarily skepticism, with just the tiniest bit of a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth out of sheer amusement. Turbo got the impression he wouldn’t get along with Frollo for extended periods of time, but might find entertainment from him in short bursts. Of course Turbo was made aware of his usefulness as a soldier, but that didn’t put the former judge above criticism in Turbo's eyes. Not by a long shot.

The smirk vanished into a more neutral expression as he tilted his head toward Maleficent at her word choice. The video game character was many things, but stupid definitely wasn’t one of them. Turbo figured that the only way she got the old man on her side was through well crafted manipulation. He was sure he had that figured out and was pleased by it. So much so that he felt it was helmet-tip worthy. But Turbo didn’t speak a word to give away to anyone in the room what exactly he thought deserved that small gesture of respect.

[Crow]

  Diablo's feathers ruffled as he was carried through the green flame. The sensation was nothing new to him by now, but the bird preened anyway, setting his feathers back into place. It was hard to say if he was fixated on being tidy, or was simply that meticulous with his appearance. Either way, once he was satisfied Diablo took a cursory glance of his surroundings, eyes flitting over the room's current inhabitants.


  As Maleficent took to her throne, the corvid's gaze settled onto the good judge. It'd been some time since Diablo had seen him last. Specifically, the last he could recall was leaving him to look after the house, as it were. It felt so long ago, yet he knew it could hardly have been a few weeks. It was difficult to guess the bird's opinion of Frollo; he did not regard him with disdain or jealousy, nor did he seem joyous to see him. Perhaps Diablo himself wasn't entirely sure how he felt about him yet.

"They too are under the service of your lord."

  Diablo shared a glance with Maleficent, and the bird's eyes crinkled into his equivalent of a smile, a subtle motion that would largely go unnoticed. Uncertainty or no, he too couldn't help but find entertainment in the judge's ill-conceived notions. As he adjusted himself on his perch, he caught the quick movement of Turbo's helmet tipping in Her Excellency's direction. While he couldn't have a way of knowing for certain, Diablo had a guess to the normally arrogant Overseer's sudden show of respect, and the corvid couldn't help but return the respect himself. Turbo was a clever one, and was even more so for not outright showing it.

[Claude Frollo]

Frollo looked over to the side at Turbo. His Laxness and almost seeming apparent Disrespect in the presence of Maleficent was... Troubling at best, a warning of the future at most. Nasira Looks to be in his eyes, a good overseer, however something about her scratched at the back of his head.... what ever it was he decided he would put in on the back burner.

What really did make him angry however was Crow's Absence. Did he not think Frollo's arrival was worth stopping torturing
some helpless sap, Had to have know he was here after all, his minions are everywhere. But it did make him a bit angry that he was not there.

"My lady, Are these all the overseers we have left?" Frollo said looking at Maleficent with worried expression. "It looks like our position has worsened since I was here." Frollo straitened himself up.  "Now that I am here... My Lady, How may I best serve the cause? My Healing abilities may be lacking but I feel with the lack of healers and leadership in that area that I should take that position until you need me to head out again. Unless you have another position for me that is...?"

[Maleficent]

Maleficent raised a bejeweled hand up, as if to stay Frollo's concerns.

"No, Frollo, we have other Overseers as well. However, I did not make this a mandatory meeting for all of them to attend. There are still many duties and tasks to attend to. Have no fear, you will make their acquaintance in due time," Maleficent lowered her hand back to the rest of the throne.

"This is Nasira," Maleficent nodded towards the aforementioned woman, "The late Jafar's sister. She is the talented necromancer who brought him back from the dead. A very powerful ally. I expect great things from her. Out of our Overseers she is the one I will delegate your questions to. She knows Agrabah and the culture best."

It was high praise, but not unwarranted. Maleficent did have respect for Nasira's necrotic skills, and her work so far had been excellent. She lead the victory in their first battle, and Maleficent was pleased. True with Frollo here, she will no longer need to have Nasira spearhead such events again. But it pleased Maleficent to know she could trust Nasira to do it, if needed.

"And here we have Turbo," Maleficent vaguely gestured at the video game character come to physical form, "He's had experience in leadership. Why he was a king in his own right. But what I think is most interesting was how he had gained and maintained that crown through manipulation, deceit, and strategic with holding of knowledge from the populace. It's because of this I give him a little... leeway with his attitude."

Maleficent laughed softly. She knew Turbo's history. It had been difficult for Crow to gather information about King Candy and Sugar Rush. They had been, for all intents and purposes, a fictional person and place. It was simply a testament to Crow's skill that they knew so much about Turbo. His ability at gathering information extended beyond mere spying.

"As for your position, Frollo," Maleficent idly reached up to gently scratch under Diablo's cheek, "I have confidence in our current surgeon's abilities. A fellow called Edgar. He's a bit unorthodox, but his knowledge is great. Feel free to inspect his work yourself if you'd like. You can supervise our medical services if you'd like but that is not what I want you to prioritize."

Maleficent shook her head and then dropped her hand away from Diablo, "No, Frollo, if I am not testing my subordinates, I like to assign them where I know they'll excel. While you may have healing abilities, my dear, that is not where I need you. No, you see Frollo, I need a general."

Her red painted lips tweaked into a small smile that was both at once gracious, and sinister.

[Claude Frollo]

"A General you shall have, and more if you wish. My lady, even if you did not wish it, I would follow you through the Nine Circles of Hell, cutting down every hell-spawn in our way." Frollo gets up to take his leave. "I look forward to meeting the other overseers. I hope they are ....more impressive."  He says glancing slightly at Turbo.

"Until you need me again, my lady I will set up my quarters and contact the Surgeon..." As he is about to leave Frollo turns around. "My lady, would you please let....Crow... know I wish to talk to him." He bowed his head in respect. He obviously had a bit of a hard time remembering Crow's name but was able to get it out...

[Turbo]

Turbo, by then, had picked up his cane and was twirling it off to one side of him like a baton, occasionally reversing direction by turning his wrist. It was uncertain if he was doing this because he was actually bored, or if he was just one of the sorts who needed stimulus to keep sane. After a while, he stopped spinning the striped accessory and put the end of it back on the ground. He did this quickly, but relatively silently. Turbo could be subtle and go under the radar when it suited him. His attention seeking, when it happened, was a conscious choice, and not simply his default personality. Turbo did not want to make a huge spectacle of himself at present, least of all in front of his boss. Irritating Maleficent could cause unneeded delays in important business and possibly even be dangerous; either way, the risk usually outweighed the reward for Turbo. His restraint was little more than a means to an end.

As the knight began to go, Turbo leaned to one side slightly but turned only his eyes upward toward Nasira.

“Show them respect, my keister,” he clucked.

Turbo spoke at a normal volume. He was obviously addressing Nasira, but he could have been heard by anyone. He didn’t care if anyone else heard. Turbo didn’t just make that comment to be catty -- well, not entirely; he felt he made a good point.

The Overseers were supposed to be equals right?

[Nasira]

Nasira's heart soared at the high praise. Maleficent's approval meant the world to her. She was already standing up straight, but the necromancer seemed to grow even taller. She was absurdly happy, and it took a substantial amount of effort to keep a straight face. She felt like she could do anything now.

"A General you shall have, and more if you wish. My lady, even if you did not wish it, I would follow you through the Nine Circles of Hell, cutting down every hell-spawn in our way."

Even though Nasira doubted Frollo had ever been to hell, that was infuriatingly smooth. She felt a tinge of envy. It was something she would have liked to tell Maleficent herself. Frollo certainly had a way with words.

"I look forward to meeting the other overseers. I hope they are...more impressive."

Her wiry body stiffened at Frollo's gibe. It did look like it had been directed at Turbo, but Nasira could not help but feel a tad slighted. No one liked being disregarded, and pride and aggression ran deep in her line. But so did common sense. Nasira could feel at least two sets of eyes on her, so she kept her face set and impassive. Furthermore, she would not give Frollo the satisfaction of seeing even a smidgen of weakness. 

Just as the tightness in her chest had begun to ease, the other smart-aleck in the room leaned in and made a snide remark of his own. Nasira cursed inwardly. Could he not wait until they were out of the throne room? Turbo was not wrong. What Frollo said was indeed rude, and Nasira would have liked to call him out on it too. But Turbo was no paragon of virtue either. In Frollo's defense, the former most likely said what he did because Turbo was being sassy. So Nasira gave the shorter overseer a hard stare that clearly said "knock it off" before returning her attention to Frollo. The meeting must not derail.