The Kovenant: Doc Placebo
Invitations and Grim Tidings
Worker 1, “Hey, whose section is this anyways?”
Worker 2, “I dunno, I heard that Copperblade might be coming, but then I heard that Steve Buscemi was too.”
Worker 1, “What? Buscemi? You gotta be kidding me! Amos I can see, this is more his type of thing. But Buscemi? No way, nuh uh, no SIR!”
Worker 2, “Excuse me? Have you even SEEN Con Air Son? I do NOT think so!
The camera tears away from his position and focuses briefly on those working on a series of wooden frames with various latches and chains attached to them. These people are working in a fever as they scurry about hammering nails into place and position various pieces of lighting equipment while the scene begins to slowly dissolve. Bit by bit of the scene is slowly eaten away and replaced with the image of a large pile of RSVP cards piled on top of a small table. Sitting down at the table Erica is currently looking down at one of these cards while chewing on the end of a black pen nervously while she considers what to write. Doc Placebo is seen standing behind her with his hand resting on one of her shoulders while he looks down at what she has written so far.
Erica, “Are you sure we want to invite him?”
Doc Placebo, “Why not?”
Erica, “Well… Rilo never really liked this sort of thing; he never even came by the Konclave, usually stayed in Pan.”
Doc Placebo, “Amos isn’t Rilo, and even if he were it wouldn’t change anything. He’s my tag partner; I would feel remiss if I didn’t at least extend an invite.”
Erica, “I suppose…”
Doc Placebo, “It’ll be fine; the worst thing that could happen is that he won’t come, besides what else does he have to do? Practice for our match?”
Erica, “Well it is your first defense.”
Doc Placebo, “And look how it’s turning out, I’m already so excited to defend my half of the tag titles that I could hardly wait to watch the myriad of television spots my opponents have decided to produce against me!”
Erica, “Funny guy…”
Doc Placebo, “Yeah well my sense of humor seems to be all I got left since my career has spiraled down to the tenth circle of Hell. Where’s the drive in these people, the motivation, the passion? I see nothing!”
Erica, “At least X-Dog decided to say something this time around, that’s progress!”
Doc Placebo, “Yeah, thank the Alpha Sin for that… I don’t know what I’d have done if my opponents decided for two weeks in a row to give me the silent treatment and then utterly fail in the ring to show me even one shred of evidence to why they deserve to be competition with one such as myself.”
Erica, “Sometimes you just got to take out the trash for a few months before you can move up the ranks, you know I was just noticing… if you defeat X-Dog and Stone this week you’ll have beaten the GWF Champ twice and his challenger…”
Doc Placebo, “That’s true…”
The Andorran appears as if he was about to continue his train of thought however, his sentence is interrupted by a series of knocks. The camera pans about quickly revealing one of the many minion servants to Placebo standing just inside a doorway to the room in which the Doctor and Erica had been preparing invitations for some unknown event. The Kovenant member appears somewhat irritated at the interruption by one those whom have pledged their servitude to his will as he flashes a quick glare towards the piteous slave.
Unknown Minion, “My Lord, forgive the intrusion but we have a problem. It’s #3345.”
The Doctor’s demeanor which had previously been one of mere irritation has quickly changed to showcase another mood; anger. Erica who had been idly chewing on her pen while still considering what to write for Amos Copperblade’s invitation drops the pen as she hears the number which the slave has just uttered. Her eyes wide a name passes by her lips in a hushed voice.
Erica, “3345… Jenny.”
Doc Placebo, “…Yes…”
Doc Placebo, “Details, Slave… now.”
Unknown Minion, “Not much is known… apparently Kevin Cosmos and Reverand Snow discovered who she was… and now their trying to convert her.”
Doc Placebo, “Fascinating… that will be all, I want you to keep an eye on young Jenny for us, and Mr. Cosmos as well…”
Nodding to Placebo the slave leaves the doorway and hurries off to a location not known to you while the Doctor pays the creature no further mind. His thoughts now lie elsewhere. Erica looks up at the Doctor whose grip on her shoulder has tightened somewhat, his fingernails nearly digging into her shoulder enough to draw blood yet the woman does not appear to mind as she studies the facial expression of her master. His demeanor which has thus far switched from irritation to anger now appears unreadable much as you would expect of a professional poker player.
Erica, “What should we do?”
Doc Placebo, “…”
Erica, “We can’t leave Jenny in their hands…”
Doc Placebo, “For now… we will do nothing but watch… Jenny’s little mission’s purpose was two fold. But I think there is one thing we can do…”
Erica, “What that?”
Doc Placebo, “Throw out Snow’s and Cosmos’s invitations.”
Smiling down at his little pet the Doctor removes his vise like grip from her shoulders and takes a moment to gently stroke her hair. The camera begins to back away from the strange couple while the Andorran wrestler whispers something into the Minioness’s ear inciting her to once more take up her pen while the scene is all too quickly annexed by the shadows.