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notpredictable) wrote2011-11-14 09:29 am
notpredictable) wrote2011-11-14 09:29 am
ϟ 8th Plan -> [Audio/Open Commentlog]
[The audio clicks on, and Megamind’s voice is clipped and irritated. There are telltale sounds of water sloshing in the background as he speaks, but he either doesn’t notice, or he simply isn’t commenting on it.]
Rem. While I do appreciate your generosity, I have to confess I find your idea of recompense rather lacking. Can’t you find something else for me to assist with besides menial tasks?
I’m a villain. Villains don’t do menial.
[Yes Rem, he’s bitching about doing your damn dishes.]
Next time, I’d prefer it if something needed to be destroyed. That, I am most excellent at.
[With a dramatic sigh, the feed is cut. If anyone happens by the kitchens, they would catch sight of a blue alien up to his elbows in soap suds, scrubbing at pots and pans.]
Rem. While I do appreciate your generosity, I have to confess I find your idea of recompense rather lacking. Can’t you find something else for me to assist with besides menial tasks?
I’m a villain. Villains don’t do menial.
[Yes Rem, he’s bitching about doing your damn dishes.]
Next time, I’d prefer it if something needed to be destroyed. That, I am most excellent at.
[With a dramatic sigh, the feed is cut. If anyone happens by the kitchens, they would catch sight of a blue alien up to his elbows in soap suds, scrubbing at pots and pans.]
[Audio]
You would be disturbed, if I were to suddenly vanish from the grounds? [This, in some strange, twisted way, pleases him greatly – though he knows he shouldn’t be pleased at the fact that Bryn would be upset if he were to vanish, but there’s something inside of him that is quite happy about that revelation, if that’s what it is.]
Ah…
[He’s not adverse to her company, ever – however, he’s not terribly certain he really wants her seeing him doing dishes.
It’s not exactly a very villainous thing to be doing.]
…Well…
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Of course I would be upset! You're one of my closest friends, Megamind.
[Hmph. Bryn scowls at her record a moment. How could he even think to question that?]
Where are you. I'll join you.
[Now you have no choice.]
[Audio]
Er. The ah – the kitchens.
[Audio]
[And she is. Bryn walks in with purposeful strides into the kitchen, and immmediately scans the room for her tall, blue friend.]
[Audio -> Action]
[Oh, crap.
He's still elbow deep in suds and when she appears he begins to try and frantically make himself presentable. Also, he's a bit petrified of her at the moment - but!
Can't let that show, can we?]
Ah - you were...a bit...faster than I expected.
[Action!]
Well, I wanted to see what you were trying to hide.
[She flashes him a smile.]
Take drying duty, okay? I'm used to washing these...
[After all, clean up is all part of cooking, and she's washed more than a few dishes, pots, and pans here for Joe.]
[Action!]
He’s also mostly soaked. He’s not exactly good at doing these household tasks – that had been Minion’s job.]
…The fact I am currently engaged in extremely non-villainous and potentially reputation ruining duties.
[He watches her helplessly until she starts rolling up her sleeves, and he frantically waves his arms, shaking his head.]
Ah, no no – you don’t have to, honestly –
[Really, it’s his mess he got himself into. Rem’s just a jerk that likes to humiliate Megamind in creative ways.]
[Action!]
All the more reason to support my helping you, and no, you don't get a choice in the matter.
[Another smile, with more confidence than it usually holds.]
Besides, this way if anyone walks in they'll see me doing the washing, not you. At worst you'd be assisting.
[Action!]
But--
[There's no question about it, she's successfully gotten him out of the way, though he's quick to come back up beside her, scowling. He's certainly not going to let her do the work for him - if there's at least one thing he learned in prison, it's that you worked for what you wanted. He's worked hard his entire life to rid the city of Metro Man, and once the man was gone, that would make it all the sweeter than if the man were to just leave on his own.]
[Action!]
There are dry towels in the third drawer over there.
[Bryn grabbed a scrub brush and plunged her hands into the sudsy water. It was still warm enough to work with, so she got started. Funny, her mother and father would have stared at her in horror to see her doing such menial labor. Would have scolded her. Told her not to risk injuring the one good part of her, her hands, on something like that. Because then, of course, she'd be perfectly useless.
Still, it was those hands the scrubbed at the dish at the top, in sure, practiced movements. She looked over to Megamind and flashed him a grin.]
Hope you're a quick dish dryer.
[Action!]
...Er. Right.
[And he does work fast with this part, at least - better than with the washing itself.]
You don't have to do this.
[It's obvious he's a little uncomfortable with her down here, though it's not for reasons that she may think. He's extremely dressed down and without any sort of cape, collar, or leather minus his boots, and he's also sans gloves. Inventors hands are what's drying those dishes; hands riddled with scars from chemical burns and metal taking off chunks of flesh before he was careful. Hands that worked for a living, that created, built, and designed.
Damaged hands - sort of like the rest of his body.
His hands aren't the only limbs that are riddled with the tell tale ridges of past injuries; they line his arms and chest and back, too. Metro Man didn't always know his own strength, and before they settled into the game, the man had tossed Megamind around like a ragdoll on more than one occasion.]
[Action!]
[She scrubbed dishes, slipping easily into an auto-pilot mode, and it gave her the opportunity to give him a not so discreet once-over. She noticed the different clothing, how much more casual he looked, but more than that, she noticed his hands. The scars, the burns, the flaws from a life lived inventing. Creating.
And then she saw they didn't stop at his hands, and she tilted her head to the side a bit, curiously.]
Inventing isn't a job without it's dangers, I see.
[The words came out quietly, with not quite the same force she'd employed earlier.]
It's nice to see you looking more relaxed though, I've got to say.
[Action!]
[It’s said nonchalantly and with a dismissive shrug as he towels off a dish and sets it on a shelf opposite them. He knew the dangers going in, honestly – ever since he was born danger had trailed directly after him, nipping at his heels and threatening to steal his life at a moments notice.]
Ah. Don’t get too used to this. [He sourly plucked at the wet, black button up poofy shirt that he wore.] This is for menial tasks assigned by that man only.
[Reputation, reputation, reputation.]
[Action!]
[She says that like it's not a bad thing. Bryn was tempted to mention he might find it easier to gain friends if his clothing wasn't so intimidating, and it would serve a double purpose of luring any potential enemies into underestimating him...
But then her logic didn't always match his.]
Which man has you doing this, anyway?
[Action!]
Being evil, uptight, and an asshole is much easier, because it's in his comfort zone.]
...Rem. It's a bit of a trade off. I can promise you I would not be down here of my own free will otherwise.
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[She grinned at him, and started handing clean and rinsed dishes over to be dried.]
So what are you getting in return?
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[He huffs, and takes the dishes he's handed.]
Scrap metal. It's quite crude at times, but it does the trick.