The scene opens out onto the HWA Academy where Hans von Richtoven has just entered the main training room. It’s early morning and he’s attired appropriately for a day of practice and instruction. (Hans): Hmm, interessant… With that, he rises to his feet, grabbing the mat in one hand by it’s edge and beginning to roll it up as he walks back to where he got it from. (Hans): Herr Chaos can wait. He turns to face some of the rookies, clapping his hands together for emphasis. (Hans): Guten morgen all. Stretches and warm ups bitte. Zehn minuten and then we’ll pair off, jah. The scene fades out briefly before zoning back in on the HWA promo room later on that day. (Hans): Herr Chaos, a question mein freund. Is part 2 of your argument coming out soon or is that it? Arms going wide, Hans leans into the camera, head tilting to one side and eyebrow raising up. (Hans): Because it seems that what you’re telling me is that you only understand consent to physical contact with your dick and literally no other part of your physical being? Is that the logic? Because that’s how you’re coming across. As if in disbelief at what he’s heard and is responding to, he ploughs on. (Hans): You say that I’m the one that’s reaching? Mein freund, take a step out of Maniac-Verse and into the real world for a moment. Let’s not split hairs here, both you and Fallen are truly reprehensible people. Just because you’ve seen the chance to point and go ‘see, that was bad’ about someone else does not excuse your own actions at all. You’re the person saying that people should be grateful when you beat the sh*t out of them afterall… The leg you’re standing on doesn’t even belong in the same building let alone room as you. A moments pause, the voice much lower, more restrained by this point. (Hans): Tell me Herr Chaos, do you believe in miracles? You must do, for it’s by some measure of fate that until Jeremy’s father presses charges you’re able to get off with recording yourself in the act of assaulting him. The last line is said in almost a hushed tone. His eyes staring blankly into the cameras soul, not even a twitch at the corner of his mouth give anything away. The pause that follows is pregnant, loaded with what is being left unsaid at this point. (Hans): We Germans, we have a very different outlook on things from you Americans, especially one as riddled with personalities as you do Herr Chaos. As a nation, we’ve gone through a lot of upheaval in the last century or so. We’ve played our part in setting the world alight twice and dealt with the pain of being a society torn in two and then stitched back together, both halves very much having gone in different directions in their time apart. As if a weight is lifted, point made, Hans takes a step back, waving one hand dismissively as he starts to speak again. (Hans): But enough references to New York’s castle laws. Back to you and the ‘whataboutery’ you’re spouting. It’s like if I were to run down a list of histories most depraved and despicable people, Hitler, Pol Pot, Stalin, Saddam… we can all, surely, agree that they’re rotting in the bowels of whatever passes for hell. Then let’s compare to, some of your countries most infamous serial killers, such as BTK, Ted Bundy and John Wayne Gacy… he also had a thing for causing carnage around Chicago in fact… but I think it’s fair to say that we can all group them under being ‘terrible’ people, and that we are all better off for them not being free and on the loose, jah? Hans reaches down to end the recording, flicking a few switches to upload it to the HWA official YouTube channel before exiting the room as the scene fades to black.
Given at this time of the morning it’s just him, he’s got his wireless earphones in, the promos from the HWA channel playing on his iPhone.
Now part of his usual routine, he grabs a mat, sliding it out onto the floor, dropping the phone down next to him, as he begins to stretch and loosen up his muscles. Eyes closed, he works through his routine as the promos play.
Coming to both the end of his warm up and the promos, Hans sits cross legged on the mat, taking in what he’s heard from those of the roster that have been on camera and digesting it.
By this time, several of the first rookies to arrive have filtered in, some standing awkwardly nearby as they wait for his instructions.
Muttering more to himself than anyone else, Hans drops the mat into its holder and pulls out his earphones, sliding them into their pod and that then drops into a pocket.
Hans has showered, changed and standing center in the room, ready to go.
It's unfortunate that we’ve not seen head nor tail of Jeremy since Erika decided to throw him to the wolves and betray his trust like she did. Someone who might be able to talk some sense into him and reassure him that you won’t be doing that again, see that charges are pressed… we can but hope.
But, you brought up that you don’t live that far from mein apartment in New York… that you might pay me and meine gelibte a visit?
Your gun laws… it’s a tricky subject, jah… you can suggest on the back of one of the daily school shootings that, as Jim Jeffries says, maybe, just maybe, you take away the ‘bigger’ guns so people can’t go on quite as many rampages and people just lose their minds… So I try to stay clear of such things in a public setting.
Suffice to say though, I wasn’t allowed to take my beloved’s hand in marriage without her father knowing I could defend her. My being able to choke someone out by pinning them to a wall at arms length and breaking their ribs with my free fist apparently wasn’t good enough… so try it Herr Chaos. Mein zuhause ist mein schloss.
We can look at them and understand that a monster is a monster, there comes a point when it’s not a sliding scale, it simply is or it isn’t. And you mein freund, very much are. Du bist ein tollwütigen hund Herr Chaos. I don’t want you intimidated to face me, nein. That comes after your loss, when you’re cowering in the corner and then running up the ramp with your tail between your legs. Bring mein A-Game? Careful what you wish for Herr Chaos.
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