Warrick, Derek, Legolas, Mof, and THE WIZARD
Oct 30, 2020 16:39:45 GMT -6
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Post by John E Depth on Oct 30, 2020 16:39:45 GMT -6
“Oh, you’re here,” Warrick sneers, stepping alongside his former tag partner, Derek.
“Of course I’m here. You knew I would be,” Derek replies, keeping his focus straight ahead, toward a door that will be opening, soon.
Outside the small building, around the corner we spot Edward Mof and a man dressed as Legolas (from Lord of the Rings).
“Okay, he just went inside that building…” Legolas informs.
“I saw,” Mof replies.
They stare at each other.
“Well, go on…” Legolas urges.
“Uh, I’m not going in there. No way. That man is dangerous.”
“What do you think he’ll do to a guy dressed as Legolas?” Legolas asks, nervously.
“You should have thought about that before coming out here dressed as a fucking elf.”
“My name is Legolas. Plus, I have a major battle in half an hour. I had to dress like this.”
“Well, if you’re such a badass war hero then you can handle delivering the news.”
Mof has rendered Legolas’ argument impotent. He curses. Mof piles on, “Plus, I got you a date with that fair maiden from Winchester...Estates.”
This was true. “Alright, I’ll do it.”
Legolas rushes forward, half-skipping, trying to move like an elf. He enters the fateful room.
“What the…” Derek remarks, looking over his shoulder at Legolas. Legolas smiles and waves. He points at Warrick. “Uh, Warrick.”
“No, we’re not friends right now, Derek. I’m mad at you, still.”
“Not that, there’s somebody here that apparently wants to talk to you.”
Warrick turns around, “What in the ever living fuck is that?”
His curiosity moves him forward. Derek watches as Warrick speaks with Legolas. It’s a short conversation. Legolas hands Warrick a piece of paper. Warrick looks it over. Legolas tries to run away. Warrick grabs him and beats the shit out of the elf before returning, document in hand.
Derek flashes a half smile, finding the situation comical, “Everything alright?”
“No, not really. I apparently have a brother.”
“What?”
“Yea, some dude named Clarence. Also calls himself a Wizard.”
“Seriously? I thought you only had a sister...she was named after Moses.”
“Yes, Ramoses.”
Derek turns, looking at Warrick...in a bit of disbelief.
Feeling Mobley’s stare, Warrick responds, “Yes, I know. My mom was a fucking whore and terrible at giving her children names.”
“Well, I’m sorry. I can understand your violent reaction to the news.”
“Nah, I didn’t beat that guy up because of the news...I beat him up over how he was dressed.”
“Oh.”
Warrick chuckles, slightly, “My little bro is apparently in prison.” He nods, showing almost a sense of pride over his siblings rough encounter with the law.
The door opens, “Mobley? Hill?”
They nod.
“Alright, head on in.”
“Of course I’m here. You knew I would be,” Derek replies, keeping his focus straight ahead, toward a door that will be opening, soon.
Outside the small building, around the corner we spot Edward Mof and a man dressed as Legolas (from Lord of the Rings).
“Okay, he just went inside that building…” Legolas informs.
“I saw,” Mof replies.
They stare at each other.
“Well, go on…” Legolas urges.
“Uh, I’m not going in there. No way. That man is dangerous.”
“What do you think he’ll do to a guy dressed as Legolas?” Legolas asks, nervously.
“You should have thought about that before coming out here dressed as a fucking elf.”
“My name is Legolas. Plus, I have a major battle in half an hour. I had to dress like this.”
“Well, if you’re such a badass war hero then you can handle delivering the news.”
Mof has rendered Legolas’ argument impotent. He curses. Mof piles on, “Plus, I got you a date with that fair maiden from Winchester...Estates.”
This was true. “Alright, I’ll do it.”
Legolas rushes forward, half-skipping, trying to move like an elf. He enters the fateful room.
“What the…” Derek remarks, looking over his shoulder at Legolas. Legolas smiles and waves. He points at Warrick. “Uh, Warrick.”
“No, we’re not friends right now, Derek. I’m mad at you, still.”
“Not that, there’s somebody here that apparently wants to talk to you.”
Warrick turns around, “What in the ever living fuck is that?”
His curiosity moves him forward. Derek watches as Warrick speaks with Legolas. It’s a short conversation. Legolas hands Warrick a piece of paper. Warrick looks it over. Legolas tries to run away. Warrick grabs him and beats the shit out of the elf before returning, document in hand.
Derek flashes a half smile, finding the situation comical, “Everything alright?”
“No, not really. I apparently have a brother.”
“What?”
“Yea, some dude named Clarence. Also calls himself a Wizard.”
“Seriously? I thought you only had a sister...she was named after Moses.”
“Yes, Ramoses.”
Derek turns, looking at Warrick...in a bit of disbelief.
Feeling Mobley’s stare, Warrick responds, “Yes, I know. My mom was a fucking whore and terrible at giving her children names.”
“Well, I’m sorry. I can understand your violent reaction to the news.”
“Nah, I didn’t beat that guy up because of the news...I beat him up over how he was dressed.”
“Oh.”
Warrick chuckles, slightly, “My little bro is apparently in prison.” He nods, showing almost a sense of pride over his siblings rough encounter with the law.
The door opens, “Mobley? Hill?”
They nod.
“Alright, head on in.”