The strong silent type was taken to an extreme. It could be said, blown completely out of proportion, but his hulking frame could care less what could be said. King Cobalt liked to stay away from the baffonery that had interceded his life. Yes, he blamed the strays that littered the rooms in this old, shambles of a base for approaching him. What had made him join then was a softer idea. He wanted to show them what true power was, what he was, and hopefully bestow upon them a mantle that no other band of misfit scourges had taken before. But no, all of his want for total world domination had fallen on deaf ears, and unable limbs. So, he had reverted to his normal self, leaving his mind to wander and destroy fictional places. It was the only thing that made him happy. All of that was changed though, or would change, with the coming of a prismatic character, who called himself Counterfeit.
Even with his small frame, King Cobalt could feel, smell, taste, see, the desire for power in him, the desire for the coldest vengeance he could serve, and it was like a shot of adrenaline to his jugular veins. Immediately, Cobalt had taken a liking to the new leader...He dared not utter that word to Midnight Orchid or Octavious, for he felt they did not deserve such a title. He himself, would have taken the team for his own, had it not been for the shear lack of muster that he felt while they were around. But with Counterfeit, there were stories attached to his eyes, whispers that fluttered around his body. Those stories and whispers told tomes of hatred, and misery, it was interesting to King Cobalt, and was why he did not leave, and was why he allowed himself to be lead by the young insanity.
"Checkers is a boys game sonny. We shall play....Marbles." It was a joke, all be it, a rarity for King Cobalt, in all of his serious demeanor. No one laughed, but he could tell that Counterfeit enjoyed the words of levity. He sat down, hunched over, casting a shadow over Counterfeit even in his seated position. One of the drawbacks of being so tall was that every inside place, save department stores and warehouses, would not fit his stature. King moved his first red checker up one, and the game began.
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