"No no no, this simply won't do at all."
The Man in Red shoved a mess of paperwork off his desk with a single sweep of his arm. "So many options, but they all lack something....vital. They lack that connecting string, that theme, which ties them all so nicely together. The rest of the dreck out there signing up of their own volition can be any old thing, but these..."
The motley collection of staff that had gathered in their scarlet-suited superior's office shifted nervously in place, glancing between each other. "Ah, well sir, there...are still more options? Your old contacts and friends are even now still shipping more and more dossiers and files over to us."
"Yes, yes, of course they are, I never had any doubt. But they had best start sending something useful soon." He splayed his hands over the table, leaning forward to peer closely at the assortment of gathered fools. "Perhaps a different tactic is in order. You!" And he suddenly pointed out one of their number, making the others quickly shuffle away to leave him suddenly isolated from his peers. "Pick out someone from those files you have there. Make it random as can be, pulled from thin air."
"I, uh...b-but..." He started, before quickly trailing off with an audible gulp and rifling through the files and randomly picking one out. "H-Here you go, sir, this one!" And he tossed it uncertainly forward onto his boss's desk, where it spun and slid across the smoothly polished surface to rest before him.
"Hmmm...." The Man in Red simply gave the folder a spin before plucking it up and opening it. He leafed through the contents in silence for what felt like hours to the increasingly tense underlings in the room with him. Finally, however, he gave a brief little chortle. "Oh, yes, yes, yes, indeed, this one will do nicely. Just look at him there, so bold, young and spritely!" He tossed the folder's contents haphazardly out, turning what had once been a single photo of the highlighted individual into several, even as a hidden projector within the desk flickered to life and displayed a three-dimensional image.
"The most delightful of choices to be singled out first. A low enough standard, so no others can be worse." He rose from his chair, arms slowly curling up to fold together behind his back. "Every game needs a stage. Every stage needs a boss. And what does every boss need for its stage?" The red-suited man leaned forward, tilting and turning his head expectantly, as if listening for something carefully.
There was much hushed murmuring and quiet whispering between the others in the room, before one brave soul ventured to speak up. "Uh...a mid-boss, sir? F-For the stage, before they get to the actual boss?"
"Ahahaha! Yes, yes, correct and true!" And the Man in Red sprang back to attention, with a delighted clap of his gloved hands. "A stage needs a boss, and a mid-boss, too!" He inclined his head forward, hands shifting to interlock fingers as he lowered down into his chair again and let his elbows rest upon the desk. "And with this one here..." His yellow eyes gleamed behind the porcelain-white mask, leering at the slowly revolving image of the scarlet-eyed hologram as it swept a hand through the well-kept violet locks adorning its head. "...we have the perfect pick, indeed. Why, it's even in his very name!"
He laughed with glee, and spun in his chair. Then gestured to the other hapless staff. "Collect the file, and go see to collecting that one for the game. Then go to each department, and have someone from there pick out another contestant. Present their choices to me when you have them all!"
"Y-Yes, mister Rosa." One of the workers spoke up.
His mirth suddenly shifting to dead silence, the Man in Red lifted one hand. "Ah. And send whoever just spoke to the cleanup department, won't you?"
The remainder of the workers said nothing, though the room had suddenly gone cold as everyone slowly began to file out.
The Man in Red shoved a mess of paperwork off his desk with a single sweep of his arm. "So many options, but they all lack something....vital. They lack that connecting string, that theme, which ties them all so nicely together. The rest of the dreck out there signing up of their own volition can be any old thing, but these..."
The motley collection of staff that had gathered in their scarlet-suited superior's office shifted nervously in place, glancing between each other. "Ah, well sir, there...are still more options? Your old contacts and friends are even now still shipping more and more dossiers and files over to us."
"Yes, yes, of course they are, I never had any doubt. But they had best start sending something useful soon." He splayed his hands over the table, leaning forward to peer closely at the assortment of gathered fools. "Perhaps a different tactic is in order. You!" And he suddenly pointed out one of their number, making the others quickly shuffle away to leave him suddenly isolated from his peers. "Pick out someone from those files you have there. Make it random as can be, pulled from thin air."
"I, uh...b-but..." He started, before quickly trailing off with an audible gulp and rifling through the files and randomly picking one out. "H-Here you go, sir, this one!" And he tossed it uncertainly forward onto his boss's desk, where it spun and slid across the smoothly polished surface to rest before him.
"Hmmm...." The Man in Red simply gave the folder a spin before plucking it up and opening it. He leafed through the contents in silence for what felt like hours to the increasingly tense underlings in the room with him. Finally, however, he gave a brief little chortle. "Oh, yes, yes, yes, indeed, this one will do nicely. Just look at him there, so bold, young and spritely!" He tossed the folder's contents haphazardly out, turning what had once been a single photo of the highlighted individual into several, even as a hidden projector within the desk flickered to life and displayed a three-dimensional image.
"The most delightful of choices to be singled out first. A low enough standard, so no others can be worse." He rose from his chair, arms slowly curling up to fold together behind his back. "Every game needs a stage. Every stage needs a boss. And what does every boss need for its stage?" The red-suited man leaned forward, tilting and turning his head expectantly, as if listening for something carefully.
There was much hushed murmuring and quiet whispering between the others in the room, before one brave soul ventured to speak up. "Uh...a mid-boss, sir? F-For the stage, before they get to the actual boss?"
"Ahahaha! Yes, yes, correct and true!" And the Man in Red sprang back to attention, with a delighted clap of his gloved hands. "A stage needs a boss, and a mid-boss, too!" He inclined his head forward, hands shifting to interlock fingers as he lowered down into his chair again and let his elbows rest upon the desk. "And with this one here..." His yellow eyes gleamed behind the porcelain-white mask, leering at the slowly revolving image of the scarlet-eyed hologram as it swept a hand through the well-kept violet locks adorning its head. "...we have the perfect pick, indeed. Why, it's even in his very name!"
He laughed with glee, and spun in his chair. Then gestured to the other hapless staff. "Collect the file, and go see to collecting that one for the game. Then go to each department, and have someone from there pick out another contestant. Present their choices to me when you have them all!"
"Y-Yes, mister Rosa." One of the workers spoke up.
His mirth suddenly shifting to dead silence, the Man in Red lifted one hand. "Ah. And send whoever just spoke to the cleanup department, won't you?"
The remainder of the workers said nothing, though the room had suddenly gone cold as everyone slowly began to file out.