Post by vastrix on Aug 6, 2023 6:44:06 GMT -5
Tarrasque is laying back on a bench press, lifting more than an ordinary man would normally be able to lift. He is doing it with ease, doing rapid reps as he breathes in and out. Marcus Anderson stands nearby.
Marcus Anderson: Armand, you think that Tarrasque is “just a mindless brute” and have always used him as such. He is a brilliant soul, a fighter, and a deep thinker. Yes, his thoughts run simple at times, but he’s hardly mindless.
Marcus watches as Tarrasque lifts, Tarrasque is keeping timing, but repeats counting to himself one through ten over and over again.
Marcus Anderson: how are you doing, Tarrasque? How many have you done so far?
Tarrasque sets the barbell down where it goes and sits up. He struggles to think and begins counting on his hands.
Tarrasque: Me do seven. Me want do one hundred.
Marcus nods. Tarrasque has likely already done several hundred reps, but he isn’t very good with math.
Marcus Anderson: You’re doing great, man!
Tarrasque: Me do some more. Me am strong!
Marcus Anderson: That you are, Tarrasque. Let’s do just a few more and then go eat something. You want to eat something?
Tarrasque nods his head, already starting to drool from the thought of eating. One thing about the experiments done on Tarrasque is that his metabolism runs super high and so he needs to get in a lot of calories just to function. He lays back down and begins to lift some more.
Marcus Anderson: My boy here and Eron Hunter are going to take you down. Do you even have help, Armand? You’re working with one of the ODS. That’s about as brainless as you can get. Don’t you think? I don’t recall if it was Mormo or Moloch going into the ring with you, but they’re pretty interchangeable I think. If duh was a wrestling style, that would be the ODS to a tee. If you want to call this match a war, you can bring it. You know I’ll be at ringside to stop any interference.
Tarrasque sits up with the barbell and hurls it with ease across the gymnasium where it bounces off another piece of equipment, scaring the crap out of another couple of gym goers.
Tarrasque: Armand bad man! Me am strong! Me break him into bits!
Marcus Anderson: You heard it from the man himself, Armand. You’re going to get broken in the middle of the ring. Count on it! Hit the showers, Tarrasque. The buffet awaits no man.
Tarrasque cheers as he heads to the locker room to shower and change into street clothes.
Marcus Anderson: I’ve always wondered, Armand. When Tarrasque snaps your spine, will it heal in a crooked way or will it go back to normal? I think that’s something we should probably investigate.
Marcus Anderson: Armand, you think that Tarrasque is “just a mindless brute” and have always used him as such. He is a brilliant soul, a fighter, and a deep thinker. Yes, his thoughts run simple at times, but he’s hardly mindless.
Marcus watches as Tarrasque lifts, Tarrasque is keeping timing, but repeats counting to himself one through ten over and over again.
Marcus Anderson: how are you doing, Tarrasque? How many have you done so far?
Tarrasque sets the barbell down where it goes and sits up. He struggles to think and begins counting on his hands.
Tarrasque: Me do seven. Me want do one hundred.
Marcus nods. Tarrasque has likely already done several hundred reps, but he isn’t very good with math.
Marcus Anderson: You’re doing great, man!
Tarrasque: Me do some more. Me am strong!
Marcus Anderson: That you are, Tarrasque. Let’s do just a few more and then go eat something. You want to eat something?
Tarrasque nods his head, already starting to drool from the thought of eating. One thing about the experiments done on Tarrasque is that his metabolism runs super high and so he needs to get in a lot of calories just to function. He lays back down and begins to lift some more.
Marcus Anderson: My boy here and Eron Hunter are going to take you down. Do you even have help, Armand? You’re working with one of the ODS. That’s about as brainless as you can get. Don’t you think? I don’t recall if it was Mormo or Moloch going into the ring with you, but they’re pretty interchangeable I think. If duh was a wrestling style, that would be the ODS to a tee. If you want to call this match a war, you can bring it. You know I’ll be at ringside to stop any interference.
Tarrasque sits up with the barbell and hurls it with ease across the gymnasium where it bounces off another piece of equipment, scaring the crap out of another couple of gym goers.
Tarrasque: Armand bad man! Me am strong! Me break him into bits!
Marcus Anderson: You heard it from the man himself, Armand. You’re going to get broken in the middle of the ring. Count on it! Hit the showers, Tarrasque. The buffet awaits no man.
Tarrasque cheers as he heads to the locker room to shower and change into street clothes.
Marcus Anderson: I’ve always wondered, Armand. When Tarrasque snaps your spine, will it heal in a crooked way or will it go back to normal? I think that’s something we should probably investigate.
