Chris D'Amico (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mistconduct) wrote2014-10-01 12:24 pm
mistconduct) wrote2014-10-01 12:24 pm
Issue #62 - Video
[In the mess hall is Chris, who's somehow procured a gigantic poster board stretching a good twelve feet across.
On the board is pinned a photo of everyone on the Barge. Marker in hand, Chris begins going through the photos one by one - every time he gets to someone he knows is changed, he scribbles a black goatee on their face. Yes, even the women. Especially the women.
He pauses when he hits Tig Traeger.
And then takes out a small bottle of White-Out and begins to carefully erase his goatee]
[OOC: A thousand thank-yous to Fire for the amazing art!]
On the board is pinned a photo of everyone on the Barge. Marker in hand, Chris begins going through the photos one by one - every time he gets to someone he knows is changed, he scribbles a black goatee on their face. Yes, even the women. Especially the women.
He pauses when he hits Tig Traeger.
And then takes out a small bottle of White-Out and begins to carefully erase his goatee]
[OOC: A thousand thank-yous to Fire for the amazing art!]
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[Chris is grabbed by the throat. He drops the white-out, and kicks as hard as he can]
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[ And there's some rattling and a toss because jesus you're kicker and way taller and he hates that, even now. Short man's syndrome: common to all Megaminds, everywhere. ]
You miserable little human worm! You don't think I can't recognize my work on you! Well, go on, D'amico! Call for your werewolves or whoever you're latched to the teat of here, then! Pathetic wretch.
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[Chris is thrown - he crashes into a cafeteria table, sitting up and rubbing his head]
Asshole. I swear to god, I will put you in Zero myself.
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You couldn't find enough braincells to work the lock.
What you should be doing is cooperating with us! We want to get back home as badly as you want us gone, you miserable idiot! Enable us to find our way back from this rotting skull built on daydreams and lies.
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Yeah, I really want to help some asshole who throws me into furniture.
Look, jackass, all I'm doing is identifying who's who on this fucking ship, so that when guys you think are your friends don't come up and blindside you with punches!
Now get out of my face, Whitebeard.
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[ Dammit why is nobody cowing. It's because he can't atomize onlookers! ]
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[Back on his feet again, Chris walks to his board again]
Go back to our floor before I throw you in Zero.
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[ But Mastermind is slinking away to plot and regroup. ]
[ Though as soon as Chris steps to move away, there'll be a precision timed tossed, slippery plastic lunch tray settling right where his foot should go. Even 'evil', it's still Megamind on some level. Petty but brilliant is his MO. ]
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FUCKER.
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