Post by Karl Storm on Aug 24, 2009 19:15:05 GMT -5
The delivery driver scratches his head slightly and consults his hand held to double check that this is the right delivery address. After a few moments he shrugs his shoulders and presses the buzzer next to the large iron doors, it takes a few moments but eventually the system crackles into life and a voice responds to his pressing of the button.
Yessss?
Uhm--hi I've got a delivery here for a Mr. Dathal?
D'Athaal, the name isss D'Athaal.
Oh, right sorry about that. Mr. D'Athaal I have a delivery here for you.
Jussst a moment.
The driver takes a step back as the large door slides upwards suddenly, retreating out of sight with a loud clanging noise. The man who stands in the doorway gives the driver a wolfish grin, the action contorting the gouge wounds on his cheeks to unpleasantly which in turn causes the driver to step back a little further.
You have ssssomething for me?
Err yeah--but I think maybe there is some kind of mistake?
Misssstake?
Well uhm, this is a--uhm--well it's a bakery?
Yesss, of courssse. What elssse could it be?
Well the gear I've got seems pretty scientific. I mean, like medical equipment and the like?
Are you a sssscientisst?
Well no.
Ssso how would you know the difference between an experimental icing machine and a highly dangeroussss gene sssplicing device the mere exissstance of which violatesss almosst all known international regulationsss?
What?
Nothing. Where do I ssssign?
The driver peers suspiciously at the man in front of him before shrugging, obviously deciding that his is not to reason why as he keys in a few inputs on his hand scanner before passing it to D'Athaal along with a stylus pen.
Sign here, here, here, here and here. Also if you could initial here, here, here, here and here that would be great.
Very well. Yessss, all done. Now if you don't mind I shall collect my thingssss.
D'Athaal claps his hands three times in quick succession and a flurry of activity explodes from the dark interior beyond the doorway he stands in. A quintet of almost identical men all wearing identical blue Toronto Maple Leafs jerseys scurry from the building and swarm towards the truck as the delivery driver follows them and opens the doors to allow them access to the cargo inside. The driver walks back over to D'Athaal and jabs his thumb over his shoulder to indicate the labouring men.
Brothers?
D'Athaal fixes the driver with a piercing gaze and grins broadly again, waving his hand slowly from side to side for a moment before answering in a hushed voice.
In a manner of sssspeaking, yessss.
The driver opens his mouth to speak when another van pulls into the large parking area behind the bakery building. D'Athaal grins even wider as his eyes rest upon the vehicle and he strides towards it, attracting the attentions of two of his flunkies and causing them to follow closely behind him, one pushing a hand cart with him.
D'Athaal meets the new driver with a wave and an unnerving grin, before standing before him rubbing his hands together expectantly.
Mr. Dethral?
Itsss D'Athaal.
Oh, sorry.
That'sss quite alright. Nobody ever getsss it right--not at firssst.
Uhm okay--I think I have a delivery for you?
You think?
Well it's just is this-
Yessss, it'ssss a bakery. Jussst let me sssign ssso my men can take the item from you.
Okay--it's just--do you guys have the facilities to care for a-
SSSSSILENCCCE! I will ssssign, we will take the crate and you will leave. NOW!
Okaaaaaay. Sign here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here and here. Oh and initial here.
D'Athaal passes the clipboard to the driver before shooing his men around to the back of the van where they struggle to safely remove a large crate that shakes and rocks more violently with each passing moment.
D'Athaal walks to one side from which he can survey the moving of the newly delivered items. It's a slow process but eventually everything is inside the bakery and the drivers have departed. Once the area is empty D'Athaal turns his face to the sky and allows himself a moment.
Sssso it beginsss. Ssssoon the ssstage will be sset my lord, but firssst I mussst build your army.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhaha-what?
D'Athaal glares at the small dog which has stopped in its path while trotting across the parking area to sit and watch him, almost accusingly. He meets the dogs gaze for a moment before spinning on his heel and trudging back towards the building.
End scene.
Yessss?
Uhm--hi I've got a delivery here for a Mr. Dathal?
D'Athaal, the name isss D'Athaal.
Oh, right sorry about that. Mr. D'Athaal I have a delivery here for you.
Jussst a moment.
The driver takes a step back as the large door slides upwards suddenly, retreating out of sight with a loud clanging noise. The man who stands in the doorway gives the driver a wolfish grin, the action contorting the gouge wounds on his cheeks to unpleasantly which in turn causes the driver to step back a little further.
You have ssssomething for me?
Err yeah--but I think maybe there is some kind of mistake?
Misssstake?
Well uhm, this is a--uhm--well it's a bakery?
Yesss, of courssse. What elssse could it be?
Well the gear I've got seems pretty scientific. I mean, like medical equipment and the like?
Are you a sssscientisst?
Well no.
Ssso how would you know the difference between an experimental icing machine and a highly dangeroussss gene sssplicing device the mere exissstance of which violatesss almosst all known international regulationsss?
What?
Nothing. Where do I ssssign?
The driver peers suspiciously at the man in front of him before shrugging, obviously deciding that his is not to reason why as he keys in a few inputs on his hand scanner before passing it to D'Athaal along with a stylus pen.
Sign here, here, here, here and here. Also if you could initial here, here, here, here and here that would be great.
Very well. Yessss, all done. Now if you don't mind I shall collect my thingssss.
D'Athaal claps his hands three times in quick succession and a flurry of activity explodes from the dark interior beyond the doorway he stands in. A quintet of almost identical men all wearing identical blue Toronto Maple Leafs jerseys scurry from the building and swarm towards the truck as the delivery driver follows them and opens the doors to allow them access to the cargo inside. The driver walks back over to D'Athaal and jabs his thumb over his shoulder to indicate the labouring men.
Brothers?
D'Athaal fixes the driver with a piercing gaze and grins broadly again, waving his hand slowly from side to side for a moment before answering in a hushed voice.
In a manner of sssspeaking, yessss.
The driver opens his mouth to speak when another van pulls into the large parking area behind the bakery building. D'Athaal grins even wider as his eyes rest upon the vehicle and he strides towards it, attracting the attentions of two of his flunkies and causing them to follow closely behind him, one pushing a hand cart with him.
D'Athaal meets the new driver with a wave and an unnerving grin, before standing before him rubbing his hands together expectantly.
Mr. Dethral?
Itsss D'Athaal.
Oh, sorry.
That'sss quite alright. Nobody ever getsss it right--not at firssst.
Uhm okay--I think I have a delivery for you?
You think?
Well it's just is this-
Yessss, it'ssss a bakery. Jussst let me sssign ssso my men can take the item from you.
Okay--it's just--do you guys have the facilities to care for a-
SSSSSILENCCCE! I will ssssign, we will take the crate and you will leave. NOW!
Okaaaaaay. Sign here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here and here. Oh and initial here.
D'Athaal passes the clipboard to the driver before shooing his men around to the back of the van where they struggle to safely remove a large crate that shakes and rocks more violently with each passing moment.
D'Athaal walks to one side from which he can survey the moving of the newly delivered items. It's a slow process but eventually everything is inside the bakery and the drivers have departed. Once the area is empty D'Athaal turns his face to the sky and allows himself a moment.
Sssso it beginsss. Ssssoon the ssstage will be sset my lord, but firssst I mussst build your army.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhaha-what?
D'Athaal glares at the small dog which has stopped in its path while trotting across the parking area to sit and watch him, almost accusingly. He meets the dogs gaze for a moment before spinning on his heel and trudging back towards the building.
End scene.
