MidWeek Mayhem, January 27, Whittier Alaska
Jan 23, 2016 16:41:58 GMT -5
Post by Zed on Jan 23, 2016 16:41:58 GMT -5
BRICK~! catches up to Zed, still sitting in the chair where Beverly left him.
B: Do I even want to ask?
Z: Beverly said I'd be safe from the bear here.
BRICK~! simply stares at Zed for several seconds before packing a snowball and placing it in Zed's hand.
B: Here. Hit something.
Z: What?
B: Throw this snowball at something. Like ... that poster. Right there.
BRICK~! points at a poster advertising the upcoming show on the wall. Zed stands up, eyes the poster warily, then throws the snowball with surprising velocity and accuracy, hitting the poster. Zed grins slightly.
B: Very good! Now *packing another snowball before handing it over* ... hit someone.
Z: Do you count as someone?
B: No, I'm made of brick. Also, I'm your manager. That'd be a bad look.
Z: I've wanted to hit my managers before. Like at my job in high school at the movie theater.
B: But you never actually did it. Besides, this is different. *looks down the hallway* How about that guy?
BRICK~! points at a figure facing away from them, a good distance down the hallway. It's difficult to tell who it is.
Z: That's an awfully long throw.
B: I believe in you, Zed. You're a natural.
Zed shrugs, takes a step back, and fires the snowball down the hall. The world slows down and epic music starts playing as the snowball flies towards the figure before hitting him/her perfectly in the right shoulderblade.
Z: YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Zed turns to leap in BRICK~!'s arms in celebration, but BRICK~! steps aside and points back down the hall. Zed turns and sees Rabbit Mask walking briskly towards them.
Z: I ... I hit him, didn't I?
B: You sure did.
Z: He's mad, isn't he?
B: He's not happy.
Zed clears his throat and puts on a brave face as Rabbit Mask finally arrives on the scene.
RM: Ah, Zed, the fun-loving Breakthrough Star of the Year. I suppose there is a very good reason why you felt the need to pelt me with a snowball like some kind of petulant child when I hold such ... power in these circles.
With this, Rabbit Mask holds up the Imperial Onslaught briefcase. Does he carry that thing everywhere?
Z: As impressive as that briefcase may be, it doesn't intimidate me in the slightest.
BRICK~! appears somewhat stunned by Zed's bravado in the background. Rabbit Mask's expression is unchanged.
RM: Oh, it doesn't? You are aware what holding this instrument means, yes?
Z: I'm fully aware. It means you won a match, a very big, grueling, challenging, prestigious match. But I wasn't in that match. Perhaps you'll recall I was Intercontinental Champion at the time, and thus could not partake in the festivities. Perhaps if I weren't too busy being a champion instead of wanting to be one, I could have defeated you in that match.
BRICK~!'s face goes from surprise to fear at this. Again, Rabbit Mask maintains a stone-faced expression.
RM: That's a compelling argument you have presented, Zed. Would it be okay with you if I brought forth a counter-argument?
Z: By all means! I enjoy good banter!
RM: Excellent! I knew there was a reason I disliked you somewhat less than I dislike the majority of people here. Here is my rebuttal.
Without saying a word, Rabbit Mask drives the IO briefcase into Zed's lower abdomen region. Zed crumples into the snow-covered floor, and Rabbit Mask simply looks down at him.
RM: Care to reply?
Zed rolls around, groaning in pain but not saying anything.
RM: Anything to add, BRICK~!?
B: No. That was pretty convincing, sir. You have quite the way with words.
RM: It's a gift. I trust we will continue this conversation on Wednesday?
B: *nodding* Uh, most certainly.
RM: Very well. Adieu.
Rabbit Mask walks off as Zed continues to writhe in pain. BRICK~! kneels down beside Zed.
B: I liked the self-confidence. You need more of that.
Zed attempts to say something in response, but we just hear more gasping and groaning.
B: We should probably work on your tact for future encounters, but I'd say this is great progress in our business relationship.
Z: ... Your .... fault ...
B: How do you figure that?
Z: ... Snowball ... fight ... your ... idea ... fuck ... you ...
B: I suppose we could go watch some film now. Prepare for Rabbit Mask.
BRICK~! walks away, leaving Zed still in pain as we FADE.
B: Do I even want to ask?
Z: Beverly said I'd be safe from the bear here.
BRICK~! simply stares at Zed for several seconds before packing a snowball and placing it in Zed's hand.
B: Here. Hit something.
Z: What?
B: Throw this snowball at something. Like ... that poster. Right there.
BRICK~! points at a poster advertising the upcoming show on the wall. Zed stands up, eyes the poster warily, then throws the snowball with surprising velocity and accuracy, hitting the poster. Zed grins slightly.
B: Very good! Now *packing another snowball before handing it over* ... hit someone.
Z: Do you count as someone?
B: No, I'm made of brick. Also, I'm your manager. That'd be a bad look.
Z: I've wanted to hit my managers before. Like at my job in high school at the movie theater.
B: But you never actually did it. Besides, this is different. *looks down the hallway* How about that guy?
BRICK~! points at a figure facing away from them, a good distance down the hallway. It's difficult to tell who it is.
Z: That's an awfully long throw.
B: I believe in you, Zed. You're a natural.
Zed shrugs, takes a step back, and fires the snowball down the hall. The world slows down and epic music starts playing as the snowball flies towards the figure before hitting him/her perfectly in the right shoulderblade.
Z: YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Zed turns to leap in BRICK~!'s arms in celebration, but BRICK~! steps aside and points back down the hall. Zed turns and sees Rabbit Mask walking briskly towards them.
Z: I ... I hit him, didn't I?
B: You sure did.
Z: He's mad, isn't he?
B: He's not happy.
Zed clears his throat and puts on a brave face as Rabbit Mask finally arrives on the scene.
RM: Ah, Zed, the fun-loving Breakthrough Star of the Year. I suppose there is a very good reason why you felt the need to pelt me with a snowball like some kind of petulant child when I hold such ... power in these circles.
With this, Rabbit Mask holds up the Imperial Onslaught briefcase. Does he carry that thing everywhere?
Z: As impressive as that briefcase may be, it doesn't intimidate me in the slightest.
BRICK~! appears somewhat stunned by Zed's bravado in the background. Rabbit Mask's expression is unchanged.
RM: Oh, it doesn't? You are aware what holding this instrument means, yes?
Z: I'm fully aware. It means you won a match, a very big, grueling, challenging, prestigious match. But I wasn't in that match. Perhaps you'll recall I was Intercontinental Champion at the time, and thus could not partake in the festivities. Perhaps if I weren't too busy being a champion instead of wanting to be one, I could have defeated you in that match.
BRICK~!'s face goes from surprise to fear at this. Again, Rabbit Mask maintains a stone-faced expression.
RM: That's a compelling argument you have presented, Zed. Would it be okay with you if I brought forth a counter-argument?
Z: By all means! I enjoy good banter!
RM: Excellent! I knew there was a reason I disliked you somewhat less than I dislike the majority of people here. Here is my rebuttal.
Without saying a word, Rabbit Mask drives the IO briefcase into Zed's lower abdomen region. Zed crumples into the snow-covered floor, and Rabbit Mask simply looks down at him.
RM: Care to reply?
Zed rolls around, groaning in pain but not saying anything.
RM: Anything to add, BRICK~!?
B: No. That was pretty convincing, sir. You have quite the way with words.
RM: It's a gift. I trust we will continue this conversation on Wednesday?
B: *nodding* Uh, most certainly.
RM: Very well. Adieu.
Rabbit Mask walks off as Zed continues to writhe in pain. BRICK~! kneels down beside Zed.
B: I liked the self-confidence. You need more of that.
Zed attempts to say something in response, but we just hear more gasping and groaning.
B: We should probably work on your tact for future encounters, but I'd say this is great progress in our business relationship.
Z: ... Your .... fault ...
B: How do you figure that?
Z: ... Snowball ... fight ... your ... idea ... fuck ... you ...
B: I suppose we could go watch some film now. Prepare for Rabbit Mask.
BRICK~! walks away, leaving Zed still in pain as we FADE.