Post by Travis Pierce on Feb 6, 2016 13:35:38 GMT -5
Travis Pierce and Rob Cartwright sit across the table from each other in the Icon’s office.
Pierce: I think we’re really onto something with this.
Cartwright: Does he need to be here?
Pierce: Of course, he’s part of the team now.
Cartwright refers to ‘The Embodiment of Fear’ Phrixus Deimos, who sits in a chair off to the side.
Deimos: You flatter yourself.
Pierce: Usually, but I get what you’re saying. It’s the “Cooperative” Championship, Fear, the whole team thing is pretty well implied.
Cartwright: Travis, I thought we were going to be planning our next creative undertaking.
Pierce: We have one undertaking right now, Rob, and that’s the systematic dismantling of one Jet Somers. We have no other purpose. Now we’ve got a solid concept, a good focus, it’s time to run with it and get it out on the net. It’s time for everyone to see Jet Somers for who he really is.
Travis turns to look at Phrixus, expectedly. The latter takes a long and slow breath, as Cartwright visibly shifts uncomfortably in his chair.
Deimos: Shall we begin?
The static on your screen fades into a poorly lit room, one that you have seen before. The flickering candlelight reveals a figure seated backwards on a chair, facing the camera. He raises his head, but it is not Phrixus Deimos seated on the chair, as you are accustomed to.
It is Travis Pierce.
Pierce: Do you know what it would look like if Jet Somers were the one to team with Phrixus Deimos? It would look a whole lot like this. You would see Jet become gloomy and brooding. He would take up residence in a place like where I’m sitting. He’d probably start keeping a journal. I bet you he would even drop his contractions, just to fit in. Do you know why?
Travis opens his arms and the room suddenly lights up. Monitors behind him show images of Jet through his career.
Pierce: When we first formed The Piercing Weapons, we each were meant to have a role. I was the mouth, the entertainer. Jet was meant to be the fist. He would enforce whatever came out of my mouth. It was a contrast of styles, and it worked, like ebony and ivory. It didn’t last, though. Jet can’t do that, he can’t stick to a role. It wasn’t long before Jet felt that he needed to be the entertainer. Who was it that hosted The Score? Was it the natural host and charismatic entertainer? No. It was Jet Somers. It was always all about Jet Somers. Jet wasn’t content to be my counterpart. He needed to become me, to usurp my personality as best he could.
Travis shakes his head with disappointment.
Pierce: Of course, who is Jet Somers now? Teaming with the Drunken Buzzsaw, who have we seen Jet Somers become? Oh, now he’s a biker. Fascinating, isn’t it? As once again Jet morphs into his cooperative partner? Now Jet Somers is pumping new life into the Devil’s Most Wanted, isn’t he? He’s saving the day again! Saints be praised!
Travis leans forward, and lowers his voice for a moment.
Pierce: Would you like to know who Jet Somers really is?
Travis sits upright and resumes talking normally.
Pierce: He’s a chameleon, a man with no real personality of his own that finds his way by simply morphing into whatever he has surrounded himself with, a bandwagoner that hitches his trailer to another person’s success and claims it for his own. What’s next, Jet? A dumpster-diving team with Dirge? A comic book super spy with Ichabod? Or will you team with Roberts and become a disappointment?
Travis chuckles, amused with himself.
Pierce: You might have that last one locked up already. Go for it, it’s right in your wheelhouse. We’ll be seeing you at Infinity, Jet. Just remember, it’s not my fault that the truth...hurts.
Pierce: I think we’re really onto something with this.
Cartwright: Does he need to be here?
Pierce: Of course, he’s part of the team now.
Cartwright refers to ‘The Embodiment of Fear’ Phrixus Deimos, who sits in a chair off to the side.
Deimos: You flatter yourself.
Pierce: Usually, but I get what you’re saying. It’s the “Cooperative” Championship, Fear, the whole team thing is pretty well implied.
Cartwright: Travis, I thought we were going to be planning our next creative undertaking.
Pierce: We have one undertaking right now, Rob, and that’s the systematic dismantling of one Jet Somers. We have no other purpose. Now we’ve got a solid concept, a good focus, it’s time to run with it and get it out on the net. It’s time for everyone to see Jet Somers for who he really is.
Travis turns to look at Phrixus, expectedly. The latter takes a long and slow breath, as Cartwright visibly shifts uncomfortably in his chair.
Deimos: Shall we begin?
The static on your screen fades into a poorly lit room, one that you have seen before. The flickering candlelight reveals a figure seated backwards on a chair, facing the camera. He raises his head, but it is not Phrixus Deimos seated on the chair, as you are accustomed to.
It is Travis Pierce.
Pierce: Do you know what it would look like if Jet Somers were the one to team with Phrixus Deimos? It would look a whole lot like this. You would see Jet become gloomy and brooding. He would take up residence in a place like where I’m sitting. He’d probably start keeping a journal. I bet you he would even drop his contractions, just to fit in. Do you know why?
Travis opens his arms and the room suddenly lights up. Monitors behind him show images of Jet through his career.
Pierce: When we first formed The Piercing Weapons, we each were meant to have a role. I was the mouth, the entertainer. Jet was meant to be the fist. He would enforce whatever came out of my mouth. It was a contrast of styles, and it worked, like ebony and ivory. It didn’t last, though. Jet can’t do that, he can’t stick to a role. It wasn’t long before Jet felt that he needed to be the entertainer. Who was it that hosted The Score? Was it the natural host and charismatic entertainer? No. It was Jet Somers. It was always all about Jet Somers. Jet wasn’t content to be my counterpart. He needed to become me, to usurp my personality as best he could.
Travis shakes his head with disappointment.
Pierce: Of course, who is Jet Somers now? Teaming with the Drunken Buzzsaw, who have we seen Jet Somers become? Oh, now he’s a biker. Fascinating, isn’t it? As once again Jet morphs into his cooperative partner? Now Jet Somers is pumping new life into the Devil’s Most Wanted, isn’t he? He’s saving the day again! Saints be praised!
Travis leans forward, and lowers his voice for a moment.
Pierce: Would you like to know who Jet Somers really is?
Travis sits upright and resumes talking normally.
Pierce: He’s a chameleon, a man with no real personality of his own that finds his way by simply morphing into whatever he has surrounded himself with, a bandwagoner that hitches his trailer to another person’s success and claims it for his own. What’s next, Jet? A dumpster-diving team with Dirge? A comic book super spy with Ichabod? Or will you team with Roberts and become a disappointment?
Travis chuckles, amused with himself.
Pierce: You might have that last one locked up already. Go for it, it’s right in your wheelhouse. We’ll be seeing you at Infinity, Jet. Just remember, it’s not my fault that the truth...hurts.
