01-10-2011, 10:42 PM
Sigfried, Skoll and Hati all sat and stared onto the screen, none had spoken a word. Roy and his newest pet interest, Victoria, had been invited to a popular local talk show. Prime time. Sigfried tugged at the edges of his jacket nervously as he watched the pair go through the motions. He never was much one for politics, and honestly didn’t know how well it was really going. Sure, he could judge the reaction of somebody or spout a good lie when they were sitting right there but his ideals of communications seemed a bit blunt for the public eye. He wasn’t a very popular kid in high school, either.
“You chased the alien? Why would you do that, Victoria?” The interviewer was pressing a line of questioning that concerned Sigfried. He didn’t know exactly why he was afraid that the public would learn of her strength, but it troubled him none the less. It just didn’t seem like something that the people would be happy with for some reason. Any reason to revolt, it would seem.
“I...well, I want to protect my home too. Wouldn't you? I was told to fight in the face of danger by my...father. I won't let aliens take away our planet. We should be defending the planet, not sit around trying to decide who would do this, and whether it's a real threat. There was an attack, there was a visible enemy, first we prepare and then we investigate. That's the least we could do...” What a perfect little tidbit of political logic. It didn’t make a lick of sense when you looked at it like a philosopher. A philosopher would pick and haw at every little fallacy and loophole in her argument. But that’s why philosophers make crap politicians. People don’t want to see lies. They are far more content to wade in the false reality that has been constructed for them.
“Well, isn’t that just dandy?” Hati asked drolly. Skoll shrugged in agreement as he took a long sip from his tea. He looked over to Sigfried and gestured towards him. “Not terrible, right?”
“Yeah, it went alright.” He grasped the armrests of the thick, devouring recliner before hefting himself up. He paced around the room for a moment, and considered having a cigarette. It was so stressful for him for some reason. He shouldn’t have to be stressed out about these kinds of things. That is what Roy was around for. Do all that stressing for him. He knew that it wasn’t the interview that worried him. It was Victoria. What the fuck was she? Not just a pretty face, that’s for sure.
Skoll looked over to Sigfried and lowered his glasses sternly. “No. Don’t even think about it.”
“What.” Sigfried stated flatly. It wasn’t a question, rather it was a declaration of defiance.
“You are not going to go and fight her. There’s absolutely no point in that at all. Revealing herself to you won’t help the campaign, it won’t help our mission, and it’ll probably end up getting you hurt.”
Sigfried popped his hood up and stepped towards the door. “Eh. We’ll see.”
“Hey,” Roy looked over to the young woman kindly. “You did good.” He had a rare sense of sincerity in his voice. The sound of it turned Sigfried’s stomach over as he stared upon the two from a curtain backstage.
She seemed nervous, tense for some reason. He couldn’t imagine why. “Roy,” she called after him. The layers of coy flirtation had peeled away from her façade as well. “About the rally, what I did, it...I just didn't want you to get hurt.” Sigfried’s mind shifted slightly. That was real compassion, real concern. For the first time since he had begun watching the woman he felt like he was seeing a bit of her that was real.
The two stood there aside one another for a long moment and she finally allowed her eyes up to meet his. Roy stepped forward and placed his hands on her shoulders, pulling himself in further. He moved in upon her as though he might give her one of those corny movie kisses, the kind with the drum roll and a wind section. God, it made Sigfried sick. It made him angry. As his face grew ever closer to hers he simply rested his chin on her head gently, letting out a long breath. A characteristic he had picked up from Sigfried. Sig knew that sigh… that man’s heart was breaking.
“I’ve got to go do some… work.” Roy said. He blinked his eyes a few times and looked around as though he was trying to shield his face from her. Awww… Sigfried’s thoughts were too sadistic to not be sarcastic. Looks like Roy boy lost his cool. Victoria went to say something but as her lips parted, two stage attendants emerged from the curtain.
“Mr. Munin?” one called as the other raced to Victoria. “We have some final fine print for you to handle really quick. S’ouldn’t take but a few minutes.” He stood between the man and woman and guided him towards an area near the entrance.
“Ok, sure.” He replied to the busy little “gofer”. He nodded to the rose headed female and began to walk away. “I’ll catch up with you once I’m done with this, ok?”
She could do nothing but nod as her own attendant led her towards a dressing room. “You can just rest in here while he’s away. Maybe help you with some of that make up?” She smiled sweetly, but he could tell her mind was somewhere else. He sat her down in one of the Hollywood mirrors and flicked the lights on. “You looked good out there tonight. I can see why he keeps you around.”
“Mhm.” Her voice was dull. She obviously had no plans on divulging any of her secrets to the careful stage hand. She fussed with some of the things on the desk, more than likely trying to figure some way to get the makeup off of her face.
“Oh, ma’am, use this bottle here.” The young man was a little embarrassed that he knew what kind of solution to use for her makeup. You learn weird shit on the internet. “And uh, a cotton ball I guess. Not really my area of expertise.”
Victoria’s eyes suddenly dashed to the boy in the mirror, as though a realization had just washed over her. “What is your area of expertise?” She gripped the handle of the brush at her side firmly, and the aide could hear the crackle of her knuckles.
He began to wheel one of the clothing racks around the room, nervously placing the costumes between her and him. “You know, this and that. I really s’ouldn’t be-“
“Shoggoroth.” She stated plainly as her eyes stuck to his reflection.
The two sat there for a long moment, a silence permeating the room.
In a flash of violence, the attendant snatched the ailing from the rack and changed forward a few steps before bringing it down onto her several times. Each strike let out a metallic scream as the steel bent around her lifted forearm block. Lifting it a final time, Victoria tipped her seat backwards and throttled her high heeled foot into his gut.
He soared back and crashed into the far wall, accompanied by a trickle of plaster from the ceiling. As he slumped to the ground, he coughed and sputtered. For an instant, he was red before his façade faded to that of a yellow assassin. Bounding to his feet he dropped into a fighting stance and stared her down.
“This was a nice dress, too…” her voice was soft and sad, legitimately disappointed with the situation. Rolling up to her feet she ripped away the restrictive fabric and spread her newly freed legs, readying for an attack.
The yellow creature blabbed out some gibberish of an insult before sprawling forwards like a devil. It was nothing more than a forceful roundhouse which the highly trained hunter blocked and sent him sprawling once again. She dashed over to the creature too fast for him to react, collecting him up in her grasp and pounding his jaw once again. “Where are your forces!?” she screamed in fury.
A blackness welled up within the creature’s eyes, and for a moment Victoria was reminded of a fight a long… long time ago. His body seemed to spread around her until finally she found herself in the grips of a Kraken. His limbs stuffed the room full and cracked the seams of the building. Several tentacles were lashed around the woman, vicious hooks sinking into her flesh as it trashed about. Soon the door burst open, and with it the two combatants spilled into the prestage arena.
A chorus of shouts and screams echoed as the massive creature constricted its prey. Her lovely dress now shredded, she sneered and screamed out, blasting the monster off of her by sheer force of strength. “Get your…” she paused as she thought of the word, but anger clouded her mind. “Hands off of me!” The ridiculous statement didn’t seem to bother the sea creature as it whipped a limb across her and sent her crashing into the hard wood floor.
Sigfried was angry now. It wasn’t about the plan or the mission or anything else. He just wanted to whoop that bitch’s ass. A gorilla leapt into the air and brought it’s fists down upon her back, causing her to howl in pain as several thousand pounds per square inch of pressure was suddenly introduced to her most important bodily structure. Other than her ass.
Gripping her by the hair it flung her oddly weighy frame through the curtains and in front of the TV host with a scream of primal rage. He opted to show himself as an alien for the cameras, a spiteful afterthought of his insane rampage.
He sprinted out to meet the woman, but she had been ready for him. A massive sofa was already flying at his head, way too fast to catch or avoid. It slammed into him and sent him soaring backstage with a thunderous crash. He was pretty sure it had broken several something’s in him. He attempted to move the thing off of his body, but his limbs were either weakened or broken.
His efforts were answered as it was liberated from him by the pink haired amazon and lifted over her head. It didn’t really stay there, though. She slammed it down on him again and a again, the sickening sounds of shattering bones ringing in the air. He decided it was time to play dead now. Past time. Seriously. Stop hitting me with a couch. A final triumphant heft and grunt from her left the furniture sticking vertically out of the wooden floors, a couple of yellow clad limbs protruding out awkwardly from beneath.
The thought of Roy and the other attendant suddenly flooded her mind, and unknowable as her thoughts were, she raced to aid him, leaving her downed opponent to die under the weight of cushy softness and several reinforced steel bands and wood fixtures. Many of which had been shattered by the force of her attacks. It was probably a pretty safe call.
She rounded the corner and slammed through an opaque door only to find Roy standing victoriously over his opponent, a torn jacket shoulder and a few shiners the only show of the battle. “Are you ok?!” His voice was bedraggled, but confident.
Sigfried staggered in through the door of the basement, clutching his ribs and gut. A part of his face sagged strangely and large tufts of hair were missing. He looked over to Skoll with knowing eyes.
“Do NOT fuck with Victoria…”
He then proceeded to vomit dark, grainy chunks of blood and bile into the nearby sink.
“You chased the alien? Why would you do that, Victoria?” The interviewer was pressing a line of questioning that concerned Sigfried. He didn’t know exactly why he was afraid that the public would learn of her strength, but it troubled him none the less. It just didn’t seem like something that the people would be happy with for some reason. Any reason to revolt, it would seem.
“I...well, I want to protect my home too. Wouldn't you? I was told to fight in the face of danger by my...father. I won't let aliens take away our planet. We should be defending the planet, not sit around trying to decide who would do this, and whether it's a real threat. There was an attack, there was a visible enemy, first we prepare and then we investigate. That's the least we could do...” What a perfect little tidbit of political logic. It didn’t make a lick of sense when you looked at it like a philosopher. A philosopher would pick and haw at every little fallacy and loophole in her argument. But that’s why philosophers make crap politicians. People don’t want to see lies. They are far more content to wade in the false reality that has been constructed for them.
“Well, isn’t that just dandy?” Hati asked drolly. Skoll shrugged in agreement as he took a long sip from his tea. He looked over to Sigfried and gestured towards him. “Not terrible, right?”
“Yeah, it went alright.” He grasped the armrests of the thick, devouring recliner before hefting himself up. He paced around the room for a moment, and considered having a cigarette. It was so stressful for him for some reason. He shouldn’t have to be stressed out about these kinds of things. That is what Roy was around for. Do all that stressing for him. He knew that it wasn’t the interview that worried him. It was Victoria. What the fuck was she? Not just a pretty face, that’s for sure.
Skoll looked over to Sigfried and lowered his glasses sternly. “No. Don’t even think about it.”
“What.” Sigfried stated flatly. It wasn’t a question, rather it was a declaration of defiance.
“You are not going to go and fight her. There’s absolutely no point in that at all. Revealing herself to you won’t help the campaign, it won’t help our mission, and it’ll probably end up getting you hurt.”
Sigfried popped his hood up and stepped towards the door. “Eh. We’ll see.”
--=~*/| o |\*~=--
“Hey,” Roy looked over to the young woman kindly. “You did good.” He had a rare sense of sincerity in his voice. The sound of it turned Sigfried’s stomach over as he stared upon the two from a curtain backstage.
She seemed nervous, tense for some reason. He couldn’t imagine why. “Roy,” she called after him. The layers of coy flirtation had peeled away from her façade as well. “About the rally, what I did, it...I just didn't want you to get hurt.” Sigfried’s mind shifted slightly. That was real compassion, real concern. For the first time since he had begun watching the woman he felt like he was seeing a bit of her that was real.
The two stood there aside one another for a long moment and she finally allowed her eyes up to meet his. Roy stepped forward and placed his hands on her shoulders, pulling himself in further. He moved in upon her as though he might give her one of those corny movie kisses, the kind with the drum roll and a wind section. God, it made Sigfried sick. It made him angry. As his face grew ever closer to hers he simply rested his chin on her head gently, letting out a long breath. A characteristic he had picked up from Sigfried. Sig knew that sigh… that man’s heart was breaking.
“I’ve got to go do some… work.” Roy said. He blinked his eyes a few times and looked around as though he was trying to shield his face from her. Awww… Sigfried’s thoughts were too sadistic to not be sarcastic. Looks like Roy boy lost his cool. Victoria went to say something but as her lips parted, two stage attendants emerged from the curtain.
“Mr. Munin?” one called as the other raced to Victoria. “We have some final fine print for you to handle really quick. S’ouldn’t take but a few minutes.” He stood between the man and woman and guided him towards an area near the entrance.
“Ok, sure.” He replied to the busy little “gofer”. He nodded to the rose headed female and began to walk away. “I’ll catch up with you once I’m done with this, ok?”
She could do nothing but nod as her own attendant led her towards a dressing room. “You can just rest in here while he’s away. Maybe help you with some of that make up?” She smiled sweetly, but he could tell her mind was somewhere else. He sat her down in one of the Hollywood mirrors and flicked the lights on. “You looked good out there tonight. I can see why he keeps you around.”
“Mhm.” Her voice was dull. She obviously had no plans on divulging any of her secrets to the careful stage hand. She fussed with some of the things on the desk, more than likely trying to figure some way to get the makeup off of her face.
“Oh, ma’am, use this bottle here.” The young man was a little embarrassed that he knew what kind of solution to use for her makeup. You learn weird shit on the internet. “And uh, a cotton ball I guess. Not really my area of expertise.”
Victoria’s eyes suddenly dashed to the boy in the mirror, as though a realization had just washed over her. “What is your area of expertise?” She gripped the handle of the brush at her side firmly, and the aide could hear the crackle of her knuckles.
He began to wheel one of the clothing racks around the room, nervously placing the costumes between her and him. “You know, this and that. I really s’ouldn’t be-“
“Shoggoroth.” She stated plainly as her eyes stuck to his reflection.
The two sat there for a long moment, a silence permeating the room.
In a flash of violence, the attendant snatched the ailing from the rack and changed forward a few steps before bringing it down onto her several times. Each strike let out a metallic scream as the steel bent around her lifted forearm block. Lifting it a final time, Victoria tipped her seat backwards and throttled her high heeled foot into his gut.
He soared back and crashed into the far wall, accompanied by a trickle of plaster from the ceiling. As he slumped to the ground, he coughed and sputtered. For an instant, he was red before his façade faded to that of a yellow assassin. Bounding to his feet he dropped into a fighting stance and stared her down.
“This was a nice dress, too…” her voice was soft and sad, legitimately disappointed with the situation. Rolling up to her feet she ripped away the restrictive fabric and spread her newly freed legs, readying for an attack.
The yellow creature blabbed out some gibberish of an insult before sprawling forwards like a devil. It was nothing more than a forceful roundhouse which the highly trained hunter blocked and sent him sprawling once again. She dashed over to the creature too fast for him to react, collecting him up in her grasp and pounding his jaw once again. “Where are your forces!?” she screamed in fury.
A blackness welled up within the creature’s eyes, and for a moment Victoria was reminded of a fight a long… long time ago. His body seemed to spread around her until finally she found herself in the grips of a Kraken. His limbs stuffed the room full and cracked the seams of the building. Several tentacles were lashed around the woman, vicious hooks sinking into her flesh as it trashed about. Soon the door burst open, and with it the two combatants spilled into the prestage arena.
A chorus of shouts and screams echoed as the massive creature constricted its prey. Her lovely dress now shredded, she sneered and screamed out, blasting the monster off of her by sheer force of strength. “Get your…” she paused as she thought of the word, but anger clouded her mind. “Hands off of me!” The ridiculous statement didn’t seem to bother the sea creature as it whipped a limb across her and sent her crashing into the hard wood floor.
Sigfried was angry now. It wasn’t about the plan or the mission or anything else. He just wanted to whoop that bitch’s ass. A gorilla leapt into the air and brought it’s fists down upon her back, causing her to howl in pain as several thousand pounds per square inch of pressure was suddenly introduced to her most important bodily structure. Other than her ass.
Gripping her by the hair it flung her oddly weighy frame through the curtains and in front of the TV host with a scream of primal rage. He opted to show himself as an alien for the cameras, a spiteful afterthought of his insane rampage.
He sprinted out to meet the woman, but she had been ready for him. A massive sofa was already flying at his head, way too fast to catch or avoid. It slammed into him and sent him soaring backstage with a thunderous crash. He was pretty sure it had broken several something’s in him. He attempted to move the thing off of his body, but his limbs were either weakened or broken.
His efforts were answered as it was liberated from him by the pink haired amazon and lifted over her head. It didn’t really stay there, though. She slammed it down on him again and a again, the sickening sounds of shattering bones ringing in the air. He decided it was time to play dead now. Past time. Seriously. Stop hitting me with a couch. A final triumphant heft and grunt from her left the furniture sticking vertically out of the wooden floors, a couple of yellow clad limbs protruding out awkwardly from beneath.
The thought of Roy and the other attendant suddenly flooded her mind, and unknowable as her thoughts were, she raced to aid him, leaving her downed opponent to die under the weight of cushy softness and several reinforced steel bands and wood fixtures. Many of which had been shattered by the force of her attacks. It was probably a pretty safe call.
She rounded the corner and slammed through an opaque door only to find Roy standing victoriously over his opponent, a torn jacket shoulder and a few shiners the only show of the battle. “Are you ok?!” His voice was bedraggled, but confident.
--=~*/| o |\*~=--
Sigfried staggered in through the door of the basement, clutching his ribs and gut. A part of his face sagged strangely and large tufts of hair were missing. He looked over to Skoll with knowing eyes.
“Do NOT fuck with Victoria…”
He then proceeded to vomit dark, grainy chunks of blood and bile into the nearby sink.
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