Klaus Wulfenbach (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
myblimpisbigger) wrote2011-06-06 06:57 pm
myblimpisbigger) wrote2011-06-06 06:57 pm
Twenty-One: In Which There Are Memories
[It's been quiet in the Wulfenbach household since the end of Mayfield's latest attempt at fucking with its citizenry. Klaus has been somewhat subdued, mostly because his attempt at turning around what he was sure was an experiment on Mayfield's part backfired spectacularly. He has learned nothing except that he's remarkably willing to do some very questionable things in the name of science -- something he already knew anyway. He feels frustrated and frankly, ashamed, and even waffles can't quite cheer him up.
Thinking that perhaps building something amusing and pointless in his workshop will help, he makes his way out to the garage. The door is open, and through it he sees... something that he doesn't normally see. By the mailbox there's a wooden crate, at least two feet tall and three feet wide. Upon further inspection, he finds that it's addressed to him.
Now, Klaus has had iffy luck at best with packages from the town, but at this point, he's far beyond caring. He grabs a hammer from his workshop and pries the crate open, only to find that it's filled completely with books. A quick glance at the title causes a momentary jolt: The Heterodyne Boys and their Pneumatic Oyster, The Heterodyne Boys and The Fifty-Foot Tall Chameleon of Muntzburg, The Heterodyne Boys and... and they're all these titles, every single one, gaudily illustrated, with bright gold typeface and the Heterodyne Boy's faces grinning up at him from each cover.
If nothing else, the illustrators could always get Bill and Barry's honest, jovial grins down perfectly.]
A; Action
[So, people of Mayfield, there is a man sitting in the driveway of 729 Anderson next to an open wooden crate full of books. He seems to have sat himself down right there to read, and likely isn't going anywhere -- you're perfectly welcome to come up and pester him, if you wish.]
B; Phone
A question, Mayfield -- what is a Hero? Is a Hero by nature nothing but an embodiment of all that is deemed 'right' and 'good' within the culture he serves, or is he perhaps something greater and more difficult to define?
C; Phone: Waver Velvet
[Well, this is awkward. But he feels it must be done.]
Herr Velvet, I would like to discuss what happened.
If you're willing.
Thinking that perhaps building something amusing and pointless in his workshop will help, he makes his way out to the garage. The door is open, and through it he sees... something that he doesn't normally see. By the mailbox there's a wooden crate, at least two feet tall and three feet wide. Upon further inspection, he finds that it's addressed to him.
Now, Klaus has had iffy luck at best with packages from the town, but at this point, he's far beyond caring. He grabs a hammer from his workshop and pries the crate open, only to find that it's filled completely with books. A quick glance at the title causes a momentary jolt: The Heterodyne Boys and their Pneumatic Oyster, The Heterodyne Boys and The Fifty-Foot Tall Chameleon of Muntzburg, The Heterodyne Boys and... and they're all these titles, every single one, gaudily illustrated, with bright gold typeface and the Heterodyne Boy's faces grinning up at him from each cover.
If nothing else, the illustrators could always get Bill and Barry's honest, jovial grins down perfectly.]
A; Action
[So, people of Mayfield, there is a man sitting in the driveway of 729 Anderson next to an open wooden crate full of books. He seems to have sat himself down right there to read, and likely isn't going anywhere -- you're perfectly welcome to come up and pester him, if you wish.]
B; Phone
A question, Mayfield -- what is a Hero? Is a Hero by nature nothing but an embodiment of all that is deemed 'right' and 'good' within the culture he serves, or is he perhaps something greater and more difficult to define?
C; Phone: Waver Velvet
[Well, this is awkward. But he feels it must be done.]
Herr Velvet, I would like to discuss what happened.
If you're willing.
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So, what're these books about?
Looks kinda like all the 'Hardy Boys' books they got in this town.
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Unfortunately I was there.
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I get it.
You went on some crazy ass adventures with these guys and they cut you out of the rights for the adaptation.
You should've just got a lawyer.
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Turn to any page you like and I guarantee there will be a mention of Klaus Wulfenbach falling into a tar vat or pushing the wrong button or turning traitor and trying to take over the world with an army of mechanical ducks. When the books are written years after the main heroes have gone missing and the country greatly dislikes the one remaining main character, one must expect that, I suppose.
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Aw man!
They screwed you over, big time.
And dude, I'm not laughing at you, but they're saying you did some pretty stupid stuff here.