... and Comebacks (Fallen RP 2 - late)
Sept 15, 2021 1:56:07 GMT -5
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Post by BrainScratch on Sept 15, 2021 1:56:07 GMT -5
- The Baker -
The timer beeps again, but this time Edward jolts awake, back in bed and back to his regular irregular height. He sighs to himself before checking his mirror and rubbing his cranium. Well, he thinks to himself, it must be time for cookies.
Hours later his sister Cecilia strolls into the kitchen and is frozen by the sight: dozens upon dozens of trays filled with cookies, and many more with globs of dough ready for their turn in the oven. Isaiah is sitting at the table, furiously chomping on a pen cap as he stares intently at a piece of notebook paper.
"The hell's with him?" she asks.
"Hmm? Oh, he's nervous about his next match." Isaiah's eyes don't leave the loose-leaf.
"The hell's with you?" she asks instead.
"I have an important speech on the eleventh. Trying to get it juuust right."
"Okay. The hell is that?"
Laying on the ground is their youngest brother, Ike, clutching his stomach in one hand and a half-eaten chocolate chip in the other.
"Oh god, it hurts... but they're so... so... good."
Ceecee shakes her head at Ike's gluttony. "So how does this help Eddie for a match?"
"Just watch." Isaiah chortles under his breath as a timer beeps. Edward quickly opens the oven door, removes two molten hot trays, and tosses in two more. Immediately thereafter, he grabs a nearby steel bar and does thirty pull-ups, all of them shaking the whole kitchen. "You should stick around, he does hindu squats for the peanut butter ones."
"Yeah that sounds real fun, Eye, but I've got an important anything-other-than-that to do today. See ya!"
"Hold it, I want your opinion. Calling the new laws in Texas a 'miscarriage of justice' would be a bit too blunt, right? I'm trying for more... mass appeal, as ugly as that sounds."
"I guess that takes abortion of justice out of question, too. Go for something less specific like, anti-social justice?"
"That'll do. What do you think, Ed, what would appeal to our fellow man?"
Ed glances at his brother and tosses a giant pile of cookies onto the table.
"You want me to impress them with... baked goods?"
- The Driver -
The converted family hearse has just enough room for two Zepps and a giant haul of cookies. Isaiah uses the sun visor mirror to check his hair and tries to wipe the dust off his black suit. Ed is reminded of another fellow that does that often and asks Isaiah about him.
"Who?... Dig Deeper? Hmm, skinny guy who asks too many questions, right." Edward expresses his anger for Dig's, well, digging nature. "Don't worry about him. He's just trying to sell newsletters to desperate idiots. He always shows up when he smells money. Don't let him ruffle your feathers, you have enough to worry about."
Ed turns into a parking lot and after some hesitation asks for advice on his future opponents. Isaiah retorts "I only know D. Never fought him, but I can tell you everything about him. So, the thing about D is, um..." Isaiah ponders how to actually describe the current Openweight champion. "See, he's an enigma." Edward rolls his eyes. "Okay okay, bear with me. You know what you do with people who call themselves an enigma? You punch them in the damn face." Ed's eyes stop mid-roll only to judge such a simple gameplan, but Isaiah continues. "Then you grab that Steve Awesome, whoever he is, and punch him too! Then you take the Dancing man..." Ed thinks about correcting Donzig's name, but when Isaiah is on a roll like this there's no stopping him. "... and you know what you do to him, my brother?!" Ed mockingly makes a fist and smacks his other hand with it.
"No no no, you THROW him from the ring and pin the other fools!" Isaiah's blood is pumping in a way he hasn't felt since unofficially retiring. "It's all about controlling the ring, Edward. You only have to beat one of them, and none of them can dent you." Edward finally nods to that tidbit of good advice that's finally shown through. "Okay, now let's go win some approval points!... I can't believe I just said those words."
As they exit the vehicle, Ed grabs one giant bag of cookies, and has another thought to let out in a low voice that reverberates around the parked cars.
"I saw Mom. It was a dream, but not. Short, but forever."
Isaiah gestures to the other bag as he slings it over his shoulder. "That explains all of these, doesn't it. It's okay, Ed. We all still miss her. She's why I do everything I've done. You put that heart in your punches, they'll all fall."
- The Saver -
Isaiah Zepp is knee-deep in his 9/11 speech that's drifting dangerously close to a punk manifesto, as Ed sits to the side being unintentionally imposing.
ISAIAH: "The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion! So we cannot let such an... anti-social justice movement take away that freedom of choice! Freedom is but a chance to be better, and how is this nation supposed to be better without the choice?!"
Isaiah's loyal fanbase cheers him on just like it were a wrestling show, as the general public here for a day of remembrance is wondering why he's busting out the Camus quotes.
ISAIAH: "Twenty years ago, New Yorkers died in an attack against those freedoms, but sadly we still haven't fully realized them. Every American should have an equal stake, no matter their creed, their skin, gender, or their orientation..."
Just then the rumbling of motorcycles hits the area. An old rival jumps off the lead hog, wearing a leather vest that appears to say Kane's Krazy Krew. The man known as Johnny Kane charges up to Isaiah, first swatting away a rainbow flag that gets close to him.
KANE: "This crap is making me SICK! You baby killers and queer-o-sexuals are ruining our country and traditions! Why would we want your opinions on anything?! What's your plan, you gonna save the world with... cookies and gumdrops and shit?!"
Johnny grabs a handful of the cookies, now in individual quart-sized bags. Ed silently approaches Johnny and before the man can inquire what he wants or unleash any more insults, Ed lands a single haymaker that sends Kane careening off the stage. The overall crowd is horrified, although a few catch the cookie bags and Isaiah hears the odd sound of enjoyment. He acts quickly, heaving as many cookies out to the spectators as he can, and eventually an ovation grows into a chant for Zepp. He looks to Ed and motions to his brother with two finger points of complete appreciation.
A newspaper headline would sum up the day nicely: "Zepp Senate Bid Turns Chaos; Cookies Save Day"
The timer beeps again, but this time Edward jolts awake, back in bed and back to his regular irregular height. He sighs to himself before checking his mirror and rubbing his cranium. Well, he thinks to himself, it must be time for cookies.
Hours later his sister Cecilia strolls into the kitchen and is frozen by the sight: dozens upon dozens of trays filled with cookies, and many more with globs of dough ready for their turn in the oven. Isaiah is sitting at the table, furiously chomping on a pen cap as he stares intently at a piece of notebook paper.
"The hell's with him?" she asks.
"Hmm? Oh, he's nervous about his next match." Isaiah's eyes don't leave the loose-leaf.
"The hell's with you?" she asks instead.
"I have an important speech on the eleventh. Trying to get it juuust right."
"Okay. The hell is that?"
Laying on the ground is their youngest brother, Ike, clutching his stomach in one hand and a half-eaten chocolate chip in the other.
"Oh god, it hurts... but they're so... so... good."
Ceecee shakes her head at Ike's gluttony. "So how does this help Eddie for a match?"
"Just watch." Isaiah chortles under his breath as a timer beeps. Edward quickly opens the oven door, removes two molten hot trays, and tosses in two more. Immediately thereafter, he grabs a nearby steel bar and does thirty pull-ups, all of them shaking the whole kitchen. "You should stick around, he does hindu squats for the peanut butter ones."
"Yeah that sounds real fun, Eye, but I've got an important anything-other-than-that to do today. See ya!"
"Hold it, I want your opinion. Calling the new laws in Texas a 'miscarriage of justice' would be a bit too blunt, right? I'm trying for more... mass appeal, as ugly as that sounds."
"I guess that takes abortion of justice out of question, too. Go for something less specific like, anti-social justice?"
"That'll do. What do you think, Ed, what would appeal to our fellow man?"
Ed glances at his brother and tosses a giant pile of cookies onto the table.
"You want me to impress them with... baked goods?"
- The Driver -
The converted family hearse has just enough room for two Zepps and a giant haul of cookies. Isaiah uses the sun visor mirror to check his hair and tries to wipe the dust off his black suit. Ed is reminded of another fellow that does that often and asks Isaiah about him.
"Who?... Dig Deeper? Hmm, skinny guy who asks too many questions, right." Edward expresses his anger for Dig's, well, digging nature. "Don't worry about him. He's just trying to sell newsletters to desperate idiots. He always shows up when he smells money. Don't let him ruffle your feathers, you have enough to worry about."
Ed turns into a parking lot and after some hesitation asks for advice on his future opponents. Isaiah retorts "I only know D. Never fought him, but I can tell you everything about him. So, the thing about D is, um..." Isaiah ponders how to actually describe the current Openweight champion. "See, he's an enigma." Edward rolls his eyes. "Okay okay, bear with me. You know what you do with people who call themselves an enigma? You punch them in the damn face." Ed's eyes stop mid-roll only to judge such a simple gameplan, but Isaiah continues. "Then you grab that Steve Awesome, whoever he is, and punch him too! Then you take the Dancing man..." Ed thinks about correcting Donzig's name, but when Isaiah is on a roll like this there's no stopping him. "... and you know what you do to him, my brother?!" Ed mockingly makes a fist and smacks his other hand with it.
"No no no, you THROW him from the ring and pin the other fools!" Isaiah's blood is pumping in a way he hasn't felt since unofficially retiring. "It's all about controlling the ring, Edward. You only have to beat one of them, and none of them can dent you." Edward finally nods to that tidbit of good advice that's finally shown through. "Okay, now let's go win some approval points!... I can't believe I just said those words."
As they exit the vehicle, Ed grabs one giant bag of cookies, and has another thought to let out in a low voice that reverberates around the parked cars.
"I saw Mom. It was a dream, but not. Short, but forever."
Isaiah gestures to the other bag as he slings it over his shoulder. "That explains all of these, doesn't it. It's okay, Ed. We all still miss her. She's why I do everything I've done. You put that heart in your punches, they'll all fall."
- The Saver -
Isaiah Zepp is knee-deep in his 9/11 speech that's drifting dangerously close to a punk manifesto, as Ed sits to the side being unintentionally imposing.
ISAIAH: "The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion! So we cannot let such an... anti-social justice movement take away that freedom of choice! Freedom is but a chance to be better, and how is this nation supposed to be better without the choice?!"
Isaiah's loyal fanbase cheers him on just like it were a wrestling show, as the general public here for a day of remembrance is wondering why he's busting out the Camus quotes.
ISAIAH: "Twenty years ago, New Yorkers died in an attack against those freedoms, but sadly we still haven't fully realized them. Every American should have an equal stake, no matter their creed, their skin, gender, or their orientation..."
Just then the rumbling of motorcycles hits the area. An old rival jumps off the lead hog, wearing a leather vest that appears to say Kane's Krazy Krew. The man known as Johnny Kane charges up to Isaiah, first swatting away a rainbow flag that gets close to him.
KANE: "This crap is making me SICK! You baby killers and queer-o-sexuals are ruining our country and traditions! Why would we want your opinions on anything?! What's your plan, you gonna save the world with... cookies and gumdrops and shit?!"
Johnny grabs a handful of the cookies, now in individual quart-sized bags. Ed silently approaches Johnny and before the man can inquire what he wants or unleash any more insults, Ed lands a single haymaker that sends Kane careening off the stage. The overall crowd is horrified, although a few catch the cookie bags and Isaiah hears the odd sound of enjoyment. He acts quickly, heaving as many cookies out to the spectators as he can, and eventually an ovation grows into a chant for Zepp. He looks to Ed and motions to his brother with two finger points of complete appreciation.
A newspaper headline would sum up the day nicely: "Zepp Senate Bid Turns Chaos; Cookies Save Day"