From: Karnivax (email@example.com)
Subject: Re: Re: [PW!] Neo Genesis Evangémon
Date: 2001-02-05 17:30:12 PST
> "Hold it right there!" The corpulent Stevon Schpielbunk scoops Blizzard from
> the ground, and carries her away, before Shrapnel can mince her body up like
> catnip. The director holds the large feline out at arm's length, and examines
> her from all angles, visually appraising her. "You're perfect!" He exclaims
> excitedly, "No, you're better than perfect. You're Purr-fect! I want you..." he
> pauses dramatically, "To be a part of my new movie!"
> Blizzard considers this proposal, then narrows her eyes. expect *anyone* to believe that an untrained thespian could waltz uninvited
> onto a movie set, and immediately be offered a position as a-->
> "Gaffer!" Schpielbunk gestures towards a harried Raichu, who is using its
> Thunderbolt attack to power the stage lights, "We could always use an extra
> generator. Of course, if you were to sign on now, I'd expect you to accompany
> us at *least* until we get to Johto..."
> "Persian..." Blizzard shrugs, deciding that even the most dehumanizing post is
> worth accepting, if it will help her get to Johto.
> "Excellent." Schpielbunk drops her abruptly, "You'll be my Best Persian! And if
> we ever need to test gradation, my Persian Girl as well. Now remember- -as a
> member of the stage crew, you're expected to remain low-key. You'll receive no
> praise, no audience recognition...but if anyone on the set screws up, be it the
> actors or the caterers, it'll be your neck. Say, that gives me an idea for
> another movie! I'll get Sudowoodo Allen to play the neurotic technician, with
> Sylvester Stantlern as his bumbling-but-incredibly-handsome sidekick..." He
> walks away, formulating his idea.
> Blizzard waits until he's gone, then struts off in search of her mantid
> "friends," eager to brag about her new job...
"Heh, no experience points for you, Sis," Ransack snickered as he
saw Blizzard swaggering forward with eyes closed and head held high.
He turned around to observe the look on Shrapnel's face...but she was
not there. "...Sis?" Ransack quickly scanned the immediate vicinity
and caught a glimpse of the Scizor running with her head down into a
nearby alley. "What's *her* damage?" Ransack snorted. Against his
better judgement, he followed her, leaving Bombshell alone to soak up
the Persian's pride.
Blizzard lowered her head. "Perrrsian? <>" she asked. "Persian. <>"
"I believe she's still reeling from your vicious assault,"
Bombshell answered with a kind of depressed sarcasm.
The sarcasm was lost on Blizzard. "Per, perrrsian. Perrrsiannn.
Meanwhile, in a dark corner of the nearby alley, Shrapnel was
leaning against a wall. Her back turned, she failed to notice Ransack
slowly approaching. "I should have seen that attack coming," Shrapnel
said softly. She quickly corrected herself: "No...I should have
defeated my opponent before that attack could have happened. I
shouldn't have wasted time bragging about how my skill was being
squandered..." She paused. "I'll redouble my training efforts..."
"What's this 'should have' crap?" Ransack snorted.
Surprised, Shrapnel whirled around. "Ransack...!"
Ransack had never seen her look so vulnerable. Thin rust-colored
streaks ran from her eyes to her chin. "You're crying!" he realized.
Shrapnel turned away again. "Panopticon expects me to be the
best...and I couldn't even beat a mangy alley cat..."
"Sis, you're working too hard," Ransack pointed out. "How much
experience could it take to whack a human? They're frail, they can't
learn any attacks, they -"
"You don't understand," Shrapnel interrupted. "Killing Mom is
just a proving ground, a trial. Panopticon wants the world...and he'll
expect me to protect him from all the obstacles along the way..."
"You've seen the weapons Panop carries around! He can fend for
himself!" Ransack cried. He let out a sigh, and his tone quickly
softened as he continued: "You weren't always like this, Shrapnel.
Initially you couldn't have cared less about Panop and your supposed
obligations to him. What could have changed your mind so drastically?"
The tearful Shrapnel did not reply. She only lowered her wings.
Between them, there were several large dents and vertical gashes in her
steel hide that were just starting to heal. And at that moment,
Ransack understood just what had changed her mind.
"All actors to their places!" Stevon Schpielbunk suddenly
bellowed. The street outside a building adjacent to Silph became
flooded with a mob of extras. Panopticon took his place among them.
The other actor in the scene, a trench-coat-clad middle-aged man about
whom Panopticon knew very little (he knew only that the man's character
was named Decker) took his place just outside the mob. "Cue weather!"
At Schpielbunk's command, the Raichu gaffer stopped generating
electricity to do a frenzied Rain Dance. Dark cumulus clouds quickly
gathered overhead, and within a minute, a strong rain started to come
"Quiet on the set!" Schpielbunk shouted next. When he was
absolutely sure that everyone was quiet, he barked, "Marker!"
A marker went up. "'Blade Sprinter' scene sixty-six," the marker-
holder announced. "Take one. Action!"
The crowd of extras started to run for shelter, as they had been
instructed to do. Panopticon moved through the crowd as fast as he
could without running. Decker, brandishing a toy gun that looked
remarkably like a "Star Wars" heavy blaster, charged into the mob after
him. Panopticon made his way out of the crowd and broke into a run on
to a less crowded street, where a few cameras were waiting to film it
all. The cyber-saur looked over his shoulder and "accidentally" plowed
into two pedestrian extras. All three went down.
Decker emerged from the crowd and dashed toward the fallen
Panopticon. Panopticon got to his feet and resumed running. Decker
aimed his "laser" at the cyber-saur, but the two extras were in
Decker's line of fire. Decker ran past the extras, got down on one
knee, leveled his phony gun, and shouted at Panopticon, "Stop or you're
Panopticon did not stop. A harmless beam of light flew from
Decker's gun...but Panopticon had already turned the corner.
"Cut!!! Print it!" Schpielbunk shouted. "That was dynamite!"
He started to cry with joy. "Spielberg laughed when I told him that I
offered a contract right off the street to a cybernetically-enhanced
dinosaur with a bad lisp! Well, who's laughing now, Steven? Let's see
Industrial Light and Magic try to top *this*! Hahahahaha!"
Blizzard sweatdropped as she saw Schpielbunk twirl on one foot
like a big fat dreidel. "Per, perrrsiannn, <>" she reassured herself. She crawled
into the trailer of Schpielbunk's massive eighteen-wheeler and started
to sniff around.
--K * A * R * N * I * V * A * X--
"Some have said there is no subtlety to
destruction. You know what? They're dead."
--Jaya Ballard, task mage