Post by dannyvice on Dec 19, 2006 13:12:07 GMT -5
**OOC: this is kind of for the PPV, but more to start a storyline
The scene opens upon a dimly lit dock in an anonymous harbor. It is a cold, foggy night outside of Tokyo, Japan. The fog is so thick not even the glow from downtown Tokyo can be seen under a mile away. It seems almost palpable. A trash barge passes slowly just a few meters off shore, it’s deep horn the only sound that can be heard as it heeds its slow entrance toward another dock in the harbor.
Three dark figures meet underneath a lone streetlight on the dock, fully garbed in sweatshirts on long pants so only their hands show any sign of flesh.
Man 1: It seems the time is coming soon. Thank you for meeting me here. I figured it best if we discuss this all face to face.
Man 2: This is what you asked for.
Man 3: Yes, we need a plan for Crimson Existence.
Man 2: What plan? I still do not know why I am here.
Man 1: You are here because things must change.
Man 3: It is why we are all here.
Man 2: Change? How so?
Man 1: They must be stopped.
The first man removes the hood from his face, revealing himself to be Skyler Striker.
Skyler Striker: That is why I asked him to come to the WFWF, so we could come together.
The third man removes the hood from his face, revealing himself to be Danny Vice.
Danny Vice: The Vagrant came so that the three of us could clean out this federation and start anew.
Man 2: I’m sorry. But there are much more important things on my horizon. I thank you for the offer, but it is finally my time to make it alone.
The second man turns his back on Striker and Vice and walks away.
Skyler Striker: Danny, you know we need him if we are to do this right.
Danny Vice: Leave everything to The Vagrant. He will see the error of his ways. He needs us.
The camera slowly fades out…
The scene opens upon a dimly lit dock in an anonymous harbor. It is a cold, foggy night outside of Tokyo, Japan. The fog is so thick not even the glow from downtown Tokyo can be seen under a mile away. It seems almost palpable. A trash barge passes slowly just a few meters off shore, it’s deep horn the only sound that can be heard as it heeds its slow entrance toward another dock in the harbor.
Three dark figures meet underneath a lone streetlight on the dock, fully garbed in sweatshirts on long pants so only their hands show any sign of flesh.
Man 1: It seems the time is coming soon. Thank you for meeting me here. I figured it best if we discuss this all face to face.
Man 2: This is what you asked for.
Man 3: Yes, we need a plan for Crimson Existence.
Man 2: What plan? I still do not know why I am here.
Man 1: You are here because things must change.
Man 3: It is why we are all here.
Man 2: Change? How so?
Man 1: They must be stopped.
The first man removes the hood from his face, revealing himself to be Skyler Striker.
Skyler Striker: That is why I asked him to come to the WFWF, so we could come together.
The third man removes the hood from his face, revealing himself to be Danny Vice.
Danny Vice: The Vagrant came so that the three of us could clean out this federation and start anew.
Man 2: I’m sorry. But there are much more important things on my horizon. I thank you for the offer, but it is finally my time to make it alone.
The second man turns his back on Striker and Vice and walks away.
Skyler Striker: Danny, you know we need him if we are to do this right.
Danny Vice: Leave everything to The Vagrant. He will see the error of his ways. He needs us.
The camera slowly fades out…
