Post by Wilhelm Opens-the-Way on Jan 18, 2010 2:42:06 GMT -8
"The rolling thunder of the rear door of the eighteen wheeler's trailer racheting up opens our montage."
Hannibal is talking to himself again, sort-of. His packmates are there watching, smirking. Ellis Rages-with-Machines the new pack Omega and resident Glasswalker hacker even shaking his head. The newly chosen beta, the Theurge and gambler Get of Fenris Deals-With-Spirits simply adjusts his ever-present hat and shuffles and flicks cards between his hands deftly.
"The music swells with the lone champion's intentions," Han continues pointedly, and then; "You fellas just gonna stand there or are you gonna help me install these?"
Hannibal Relays-the-Truth indicates a pile of recently scrounged pipes and squiggles of steel piled up against the black rubber of the Yellow Brick Road's tires.
Deals looks at Rages.
Rages looks at Deals.
They both look back curiously at Han.
"Refrideration car eh?" asks Deals, "You're really gonna go through with this? Accept a challenge from a guy whose name is literally 'Kills-the-weak'? What the hell was in Tick-Tock's chocholate anyway?"
"The brass gives way to a choir of hopeful voices," says Hannibal in a curiously wry yet almost defiant tone.
"And I thought I was overconfident," quipped Rages.
"Damn right I am takin' that challenge. I didn't spend the last two moons dipping my toes in that pond, trying to establish a trade relationship with one of the most reclusive Septs on the west coast only to lose it now. This is what I'm meant to do boys. Now if 'Kills Whitey' wants to see me survive in the woods in nothin' but two washcloths tied together with string, then I'm gonna get some training this out in the woods for a short while, but for the rest of the trip I need somewhere to train while we're out on the road."
"And that's where this stuff comes in," says Rages.
"Exactly," says Hannibal. "Plus if we can refridgerate the herbs their Theurge wants they'll stay fresh on the way back up from Cali."
"Makes sense," says Rages.
"So what do you say?" asks Han.
"I'll get my blowtorch," says Rages, still smirking, "But you better not die."
Hannibal looks at Deals.
"What do you say Beta?" he says, using the term of respect purposefully, and almost breathlessly.
Deals-With-Spirits slides the deck of cars in to the lapel of his jacket and sighs.
"Cue the montage music. Looks like we've got some work ahead of us."
Suggested Listening: Bill Conti - Gonna Fly Now
Hannibal is talking to himself again, sort-of. His packmates are there watching, smirking. Ellis Rages-with-Machines the new pack Omega and resident Glasswalker hacker even shaking his head. The newly chosen beta, the Theurge and gambler Get of Fenris Deals-With-Spirits simply adjusts his ever-present hat and shuffles and flicks cards between his hands deftly.
"The music swells with the lone champion's intentions," Han continues pointedly, and then; "You fellas just gonna stand there or are you gonna help me install these?"
Hannibal Relays-the-Truth indicates a pile of recently scrounged pipes and squiggles of steel piled up against the black rubber of the Yellow Brick Road's tires.
Deals looks at Rages.
Rages looks at Deals.
They both look back curiously at Han.
"Refrideration car eh?" asks Deals, "You're really gonna go through with this? Accept a challenge from a guy whose name is literally 'Kills-the-weak'? What the hell was in Tick-Tock's chocholate anyway?"
"The brass gives way to a choir of hopeful voices," says Hannibal in a curiously wry yet almost defiant tone.
"And I thought I was overconfident," quipped Rages.
"Damn right I am takin' that challenge. I didn't spend the last two moons dipping my toes in that pond, trying to establish a trade relationship with one of the most reclusive Septs on the west coast only to lose it now. This is what I'm meant to do boys. Now if 'Kills Whitey' wants to see me survive in the woods in nothin' but two washcloths tied together with string, then I'm gonna get some training this out in the woods for a short while, but for the rest of the trip I need somewhere to train while we're out on the road."
"And that's where this stuff comes in," says Rages.
"Exactly," says Hannibal. "Plus if we can refridgerate the herbs their Theurge wants they'll stay fresh on the way back up from Cali."
"Makes sense," says Rages.
"So what do you say?" asks Han.
"I'll get my blowtorch," says Rages, still smirking, "But you better not die."
Hannibal looks at Deals.
"What do you say Beta?" he says, using the term of respect purposefully, and almost breathlessly.
Deals-With-Spirits slides the deck of cars in to the lapel of his jacket and sighs.
"Cue the montage music. Looks like we've got some work ahead of us."
Suggested Listening: Bill Conti - Gonna Fly Now
