I wanna drive the Zamboni... | [Accidental Video] | [Backdated]

[crazy_about_it]

[The video begins with a blurry view of an ice rink. After a moment it focuses and it's clear whoever is holding the Guide is riding the Zamboni. Except it seems to be going a little faster than usual.]

Uh... Fenris? You might want to hit the brakes and slow down a little.

I would be happy to oblige, as soon as I can locate whatever it is you’

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[lyriumbranded]

[What is going on? Why is the room spinning? Why has he spilled out of the Zamboni and is surrounded by chunks of broken ice rink and shards of his pride?

Oh, right, because driving Zambonis are hard.

He lifts himself off the ground, groaning a little, and assuming that Dante is somewhere near him. One would hope, at least.]

What did you do?

[Yes, somehow this is all your fault, sir.]

[crazy_about_it]

[Dante is in a little better shape, thanks to demon healing, so he's just sitting in the wreckage, staring.]

Well shit. There goes another job.

... What do you mean what did I do? You were driving!!

[lyriumbranded]

[He turns to cast his sharp gaze in the direction of Dante, trying his best to ignore something of a throbbing head.]

And whose idea was it to see who could 'drive' the fastest? Who had the fastest 'laps'?

[crazy_about_it]

... Shut up.

[He gets up and starts looking over the damage.]

You could've said no.

[lyriumbranded]

[The Zamboni looks like it has seen its last days hypnotically sliding over the ice, short of a miracle happening.]

Perhaps I should have.

[Fenris merely heaves a sigh, through gritted teeth.]

Our employer will not be very pleased.

[crazy_about_it]

[And even if the Zamboni was okay, the wall would still have a gaping hole in it.]

Maybe they won't notice?

Where's a witch when you need one?

[lyriumbranded]

[Maybe they can say that it's to let the breeze through and no one will bat an eye.]

If they were blind, perhaps.

[He heard that, Dante. And he FROWNS.]

[crazy_about_it]

[He sees that look.]

Don't give me that look. Magic has its uses, and cleaning up this mess would be one of 'em.

[lyriumbranded]

[Fenris remains dismissive and unimpressed.]

Why even bother with such effort? I find very little pleasure in this job, in the first place. It is a fitting end.

[crazy_about_it]

Because we don't get paid 'til the end of the month. And once they see this, we're probably not getting paid.

[lyriumbranded]

And? I've been saving over the months; haven't you?

[critical look]

[crazy_about_it]

... [He doesn't answer right away.] I sort of didn't get paid last month either.

Which was totally not my fault!

[lyriumbranded]

... [that critical look is replaced by a disbelieving one.]

And what did you do last month, exactly?

[crazy_about_it]

I was a pizza chef. And it was awesome. [Still his favorite job.]

Until Vergil showed up and we busted up the place fighting.

[lyriumbranded]

...And was there a reason you believed it would be an acceptable time to fight with your brother?

[Like Fenris has room to talk, considering some of the places he's fought.]

[crazy_about_it]

He attacked me! I was just defending myself. [For once, actually not his fault. Except for the whole 'taunting his brother' part, but that's not important right now.]