Managerial Transfer
Rating: T (Language)
Characters: The Dethklok boys
Setting/Spoilers: Set sometime after 'Renovationklok'. References to and spoilers for 'Dethsources' (Season 2, Episode 14)
"See, I tells you! No cameras ams fasts enough to sees me play" Swissgar scoffed, pointing lazily at the screen.
Needless to say, it was a slow afternoon at Mordhaus; the newest album had just been released and their last tour had gone off with the usual amount of carnage and mayhem. All and all, it had been a success, and Dethklok now found themselves in the strange lull of activity that often came after.
"Woah, wait, go back one."
Eager to prove his claims, Swissgar had scanned Dethklok's official website for photos of their performances, causing a somewhat nostalgic review of bloody and chaotic days gone by. As the band crowded around the laptop, Nathan pointed to the top corner of the screen, just above Swissgar's guitar. A small shadow appeared to be plummeting to the ground from a great height, limbs flailing wildly.
"Brutal."
With a click they zoomed in.
"Isn't that...uh, Melmord?"asked Nathan, squinting at the screen.
"Pfft, cant be's." The world's fastest guitar player snatched the mouse and scrolled across, "The robots says he ams a pedjophiles in jails."
"Yeah, a Pellofiles!" echoed Toki. "...What ams a pellofile?"
"Dood, look!" Pickles waved his bottle excitedly at the computer, "Ya can see the guy that pushed 'im!"
Their long-suffering couch groaned in protest as each member leaned in and slowly examined the attacker. He looked like something off their album covers; a bloodthirsty warrior with murder in his eyes, his tarnished sword ready to carve through the enemy. Partially silhouetted by the moon, he stood at the edge, watching his opponent fall. The exceptionally metal atmosphere was an odd contrast to the neat suit, broken glasses and blood red tie that flapped about the victor's neck. Nathan felt his jaw drop.
"Hey! It's the lawyer mans!" cried Toki, pleased with himself and completely missing the point.
Pickles dropped his drink, icecubes and lemon slices scattering everywhere, "Holy shit! Affdensen killed Melmahrd!"
Only Murderface didn't seem too phased by the revelation.
"Looks like the robot goes pretty batschit crazy when someone tries to muschle in on his paperwork, eh?" he commented offhandedly, commandeering the laptop to ogle some more groupies.
There was an awkward pause.
"Errrr.... guys, weren't we kind of, uh ...doing his job for a while?"
Slow Motion Outlaw's Chat Time: Thought I'd start off this series of drabbles with something a bit funny, or weird, depending on your sense of humour. I could totally see the boys finding out and totally missing the point. You might have guessed that Offdensen is one of my favourite characters by the way I go all poetic fangirl at one part... I hope my characterisations OK and the dialects aren't too jarring.
I love to hear reader's opinions on my stuff, reviews are greatly appreciated! Next up: Piggybacks and after-show naps.
