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ataraxion2012-05-23 03:17 pm
killarevolution) wrote in ataraxion2012-05-23 03:17 pm
Entry tags:
002; Video
[Haymitch Abernathy is learning a valuable lesson today. Just because it’s alcoholic and you’ve never tried it before doesn’t mean that you should just accept it. And if you do feel compelled to accept it, you should probably... Not take multiple shots of it in a row.
Suffice to say? Haymitch is drunk. More drunk than usual. Drunk enough that he is actively sprawled on a couch in a common area and laughing. He’s turned his comm on, but whatever he was going to say is apparently less important than his present conversation.]
-next thing we know, he’s got this spiral pattern shaved into his beard. Realized he’d made a mistake after his first interview with it, but by then, everyone had made it his trademark. Couldn’t get rid of it after that.
[Megamind’s voice breaks in, remarkably even in pitch -- with enough liquor in him to tranq someone three times his weight, the jittery little alien sounds less like a shrill parody of a supervillain and more like just a-- guy. A person with thoughts and feelings that don’t involve saying it’s evil or something else equally ludicrous every five minutes. Sobriety makes him crazy, but drunk? Apparently drunk makes him very zen and calm. Probably for the best.]
Trademarks are important. Nobody cares about mine, but at home I protect them quite vigorously. So is shaving. Right now if I could get a good shaving kit-- blades, brush, the whole shebang-- I think I’d-- I’d do something rash. Something -- very... yes. Rash. Vigorously rash.
[A tiny pause, a clink of something; glass against a tabletop, perhaps.]
I think your comm’s on. It’s blinking. Is it supposed to be on?
[Haymitch glances at it.] So it is. Thought I turned that on for a reason. [And he has a reason. Really, he does. Actually, it’s not much of a reason so much as it’s him continuing to mock everyone knee-deep in this conspiracy, and considering he’s currently drinking with a member of The List, how much he cares about it is damn clear.] Worked out that list yet? Figured out what’s going on? [He barks a laugh. Oh, he has ideas. Ideas he won’t share, drunk or sober, but if this is truly the Capitol... Well, he can’t help but add a little jab at them.] Guessing not. Sure it’ll come to you. In the meantime... [He waves a hand brusquely, grinning in a manner that is not entirely pleasant. While Megamind is acting like a guy, he’s acting more like the overdramatic supervillain. The difference, however, is that... he’s just a dick, who gets a thrill out of being intentionally vague.] May the odds be ever in your favor.
[A pause; Megamind is still off screen.] You say that like it’s supposed to have meaning. [He knew about things that had ‘meaning’; trademarks, costumes, Destiny with a capitol D’.] A saying from your world?
[Haymitch barks a laugh, loud and drunk.] Exactly that. Might even call it a trademark.
[He cuts the feed without even pausing to let that sink in.]
Suffice to say? Haymitch is drunk. More drunk than usual. Drunk enough that he is actively sprawled on a couch in a common area and laughing. He’s turned his comm on, but whatever he was going to say is apparently less important than his present conversation.]
-next thing we know, he’s got this spiral pattern shaved into his beard. Realized he’d made a mistake after his first interview with it, but by then, everyone had made it his trademark. Couldn’t get rid of it after that.
[Megamind’s voice breaks in, remarkably even in pitch -- with enough liquor in him to tranq someone three times his weight, the jittery little alien sounds less like a shrill parody of a supervillain and more like just a-- guy. A person with thoughts and feelings that don’t involve saying it’s evil or something else equally ludicrous every five minutes. Sobriety makes him crazy, but drunk? Apparently drunk makes him very zen and calm. Probably for the best.]
Trademarks are important. Nobody cares about mine, but at home I protect them quite vigorously. So is shaving. Right now if I could get a good shaving kit-- blades, brush, the whole shebang-- I think I’d-- I’d do something rash. Something -- very... yes. Rash. Vigorously rash.
[A tiny pause, a clink of something; glass against a tabletop, perhaps.]
I think your comm’s on. It’s blinking. Is it supposed to be on?
[Haymitch glances at it.] So it is. Thought I turned that on for a reason. [And he has a reason. Really, he does. Actually, it’s not much of a reason so much as it’s him continuing to mock everyone knee-deep in this conspiracy, and considering he’s currently drinking with a member of The List, how much he cares about it is damn clear.] Worked out that list yet? Figured out what’s going on? [He barks a laugh. Oh, he has ideas. Ideas he won’t share, drunk or sober, but if this is truly the Capitol... Well, he can’t help but add a little jab at them.] Guessing not. Sure it’ll come to you. In the meantime... [He waves a hand brusquely, grinning in a manner that is not entirely pleasant. While Megamind is acting like a guy, he’s acting more like the overdramatic supervillain. The difference, however, is that... he’s just a dick, who gets a thrill out of being intentionally vague.] May the odds be ever in your favor.
[A pause; Megamind is still off screen.] You say that like it’s supposed to have meaning. [He knew about things that had ‘meaning’; trademarks, costumes, Destiny with a capitol D’.] A saying from your world?
[Haymitch barks a laugh, loud and drunk.] Exactly that. Might even call it a trademark.
[He cuts the feed without even pausing to let that sink in.]