The Kovenant: Doc Placebo
Dinner for Two
Minion Butler, “The table has been set Sir.”
Although Placebo hears these words spoken to him they remain unacknowledged as the couple walk past the man and on towards the table. The Doctor pauses for a moment to allow his companion into her seat before he himself makes his away across to the opposite side of the parallelogram shaped table. Moving deftly without acknowledgement the butler assesses the food that he has situated upon the table’s surface and it is in reaction to his actions that you notice something odd about the various foods assorted before Placebo and his escort. All of the foods arrayed on Erica’s side of the table are in various canned containers? Addressing the Doctor…
Minion Butler, “Will you be requesting anything special from the cellar tonight Sir?”
Doc Placebo, “Just water tonight… I’m facing some worthless wretch calling himself X-Dog tomorrow… I don’t deserve it. Let’s just eat shall we?”
Minion Butler, “Of course.”
The butler places a plate of diced up fish and seasoned squid which he then pours a concoction of something reminiscent of soup or a broth overtop of with a ladle infornt of the Doctor while Placebo is in the process of placing his napkin on his lap, a glass slightly larger than that of a wine class is placed in front of Erica while the butler takes one of the cans from the table labeled, Fancy Feast Cat Food. Those with a discriminating eye might be able to make out the phrase “Beef Feast in Savory Juices” printed in white near the bottom of the teal and white colored can of cat food. With a fork the butler scrapes the cat food into the confines of Erica’s glass goblet before taking his leave.
Erica, “Something bothering you?”
Doc Placebo, “Something? My career mostly… where am I going? Tournaments with trash like Michael Bonds and X-Dog?”
Erica, “Well… you do have the chance to bring even more gold to the Kovenant don’t you? Isn’t that enough?”
Doc Placebo, “Rilo and I could have done that for the Koven in UWA, at least while he was alive… what’s the point?”
Erica, “Mmm… the point…”
Turning her attention towards her goblet of cat food in front of her Erica picks up a small fork that you might use to eat crab legs with or a salad and picks at a small morsel of marinated beef usually reserved for felines. Penetrating the morsel with the small tongs of her fork a few droplets of juices in which the beef had been marinated in while being cooked leak onto the fork and travel down along the tongs. Spiking a piece of his French Chaudrée soup coated squid with his fork the Andorran examines his counterpart awaiting her response...
Erica, “Well… a few days ago we tried to make a point to them.”
Doc Placebo, “I have a feeling Plato’s teachings are lost on Bonds and the Dog.”
Erica, “Probably… but the visuals should have helped… even Hugoku should have been able to figure it out. They haven’t faced you before, they don’t know what its like, and they don’t know skill yet.”
Placebo takes a moment to chew a piece of soup coated fish while Erica skewers herself yet another portion of Fancy Feast. The Doctor holds his index finger up to Erica while he is chewing indicating he has something to say…
Doc Placebo, “That’s true, they are illiterate in this sense, the only recourse I seem to have available to me then will be to beat these two senseless, its for their own good.”
Erica, “EXACTLY!”
Erica, “Especially BONDS! He’s supposedly undefeated, he’ll never recognize how truly worthless he is to the wrestling community until he sees one of us at our peak.”
Doc Placebo, “Perhaps… I have a feeling Mikey here might have something of a learning disability anyways with him talking to Santa and all… but then TPW is an equal employment organization so we shouldn’t judge, its not his fault after all.”
Doc Placebo, “But the task to take him out originally fell to Rubeus, but he just hasn’t gotten his stride yet, probably been on the bench too long. Now it’s Amos’ turn, I seriously doubt I will need to face him, but should the unlikely event occur I will not disappoint our friend Bonds. He will be given the education which he so sorely requires.”
Erica, “And what is it with you having to always have rivals with ‘X’s in their names? Seriously first there was X-Kalibur and now this guy X-Dog? Did these guys go to the same school? Were they rejected X-Men that Stan Lee threw away or what?”
Doc Placebo, “Heh… they could be, I don’t know maybe there is some special club for all of them, but considering my canine friend has decided to remain silent for so long I have begun to wonder if he’ll even show…”
Erica, “What if he doesn’t?”
Doc Placebo, “Maybe I’ll help out Copperblade break in Bonds… then… maybe a night out on the town? There has to be something to do in Sacramento… and taking out Bonds and my waste of an opponent shouldn’t take too long at all.”
Erica, “We’ll see… all I know is somebody better get cut open or I’m going to be bored too… ah well…”
Both the Doctor and his pet then turn their joint attentions towards their meals for the evening. Placebo scraping at his plate with a piece of sautéed fish at the end of his fork trying to coat the morsel of food with just that extra bit of Chaudrée flavoring while Erica engulfs yet another series of Fancy Feast beef bits. Taking a moment to chew his food the Andorran smiles to himself before looking up to Erica after swallowing his food. He speaks…
Doc Placebo, “You know… if X-Dog doesn’t show, I could always face you in that ring, that would be… different.”
Erica, “They wish.”
With that the two turn back to their meals, the Doctor’s smile hasn’t faded while he stabs at another piece of squid on his plate. The atmosphere of the room however seems somewhat melancholy as anticipation for tomorrows event falls to an even lower echelon than before.