Post by 'Kayby' Hale Cassidy on Mar 11, 2024 9:32:57 GMT -5
The scene opens up to a mountain top. The wind blows hard upon two people dressed in snow-pants and thick parkas. They seem to be following a path buried beneath the snow up the cliff side of the mountain. The camera cuts to show their final destination, a stone fortress at the very peak. The camera cuts to darkness that obscures the general surroundings. A large stone door groans and creaks as a blinding white light pierces the darkness. Our two protagonists breach the line of sight. One of them pulls their gloves off and claps causing wall-mounted torches to all alight.
"Well, we're home." A feminine voice says. "Three and a half years late, but," she shrugs. "Better late than never, I suppose." The one who took her gloves off also removes her hood and balaclava. Her platinum blonde hair falls onto her snow-covered shoulders. She shakes vigorously to knock off all of the snow as her partner removes his hood and facial covering. The snow hits him in the face causing him to wince for a moment.
"Three and a half years? Is it really that long since we last were on our own mountain top?" He asks, wiping the melted snow from his face.
"Two years for the nerve damage in your shoulder... one and a half years that we lost you." She responds with a certain sadness toward the end.
"That you... lost," he pauses, seemingly lost in a flashback. "me?"
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The camera shoots the skyline of Tokyo, Japan. The sound of helicopter blades mixes with the whirling of high-speed winds drowning out the muffled voices coming from the cameraperson and pilots. The cameraperson seems to lock onto a specific building that is shorter than the others that surround it. It circles a thirteen story building where, on top of the rooftop terrace, our hero stands with his ear-length hair quaffed. He exchanges wrestling holds with a tall, lanky man, neither getting the advantage. Off in the distance, a monstrosity of a man, his face twisted and distorted by a blocked memory.
The camera zooms and focuses on the two fighting when our protagonist finally gets the better of his opponent. He rolls through a standing hurricanrana and grabs the inside arm. He rolls in behind his opponent, trapping the opposite arm in the process, and drops into a modified backslide. The opponent kicks out at two and scrambles back to his feet. They both look at each other, realizing neither has done enough damage for the win, and nod at each other in respect. No sooner do they show respect than a limousine runs the two over.
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"Hale?"
He shakes his head and blinks a few times. "Yes, Bambi?"
A look of concern comes across our heroine's face. "Oh... that's gonna be a problem."
"What's gonna be a problem?" He asks as he notices his partner is already dressed down from their outdoor excursion.
"Nothing." She responds through a sigh of concern. She brushes the snow off of his shoulder and looks up at him with a small smile. "I'll go make us something warm." And with that she disappears around a corner and down a long corridor. Our hero shrugs his shoulders and begins to dress himself down as well.
Off to one side, a lit fire in the fireplace was drying off the woman's winter outfit. He hangs his clothes next to hers with a warm smile. It all felt like home again, even if the entire fortress had collected several years of dust. He traced his finger through the dust on the mantle, writing one simple word:
POOP
Our heroine returns with two large mugs with clouds of steam over top. Our hero turns as he hears her footsteps and takes a step toward her. In one fluid motion he takes one mug with one hand and pulls her into an embrace with the other. "I really have missed this place, Bambi." He sighs heavily and closes his eyes.
"Well," she shrugs as much as she can given her grappled condition. "We're back, Bay-by. And sure the neighbourhood may be a little more crowded, but it's not like we haven't knocked everyone off of our mountain top before. We'll just have to do it again." She pushes away from him. "Now come. We've already been here an hour."
The eyes of our hero shoot open when she says late. He looks at the walls expecting to see a window where he could see the light level outside, but they were all solid masoned stone. "Wait, what?" He says with a perplexed look on his face.
"Let's just go to the main hall and take our old places on the throne." She guides him by the hand through the halls of the fortress. The walls are adorned with dirty, deteriorating banners of red with three golden maple leafs, a sign of the time that has passed. They breach a set of double doors that extend to the ceiling to the main throne room. At the head of the room stand two thrones, each with their own crown. The backs of the thrones have a sheath that extends out from the side. One has its rapier in place, the other seems to be missing its long sword; our hero takes the latter seemingly naturally. He looks confused as he takes in the familiar, yet distant surroundings. "Are you ready, Hale?" Our heroine asks.
"Am I ready? For what, Bambi?" He asks, turning his head toward her in confusion.
"To remember what happened to you." Arden says. A sudden burning afflicts our hero as clutches the scar on his shoulder.
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SILLY KAYBY, YOUR RECKONING WILL COME WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!
"Well, we're home." A feminine voice says. "Three and a half years late, but," she shrugs. "Better late than never, I suppose." The one who took her gloves off also removes her hood and balaclava. Her platinum blonde hair falls onto her snow-covered shoulders. She shakes vigorously to knock off all of the snow as her partner removes his hood and facial covering. The snow hits him in the face causing him to wince for a moment.
"Three and a half years? Is it really that long since we last were on our own mountain top?" He asks, wiping the melted snow from his face.
"Two years for the nerve damage in your shoulder... one and a half years that we lost you." She responds with a certain sadness toward the end.
"That you... lost," he pauses, seemingly lost in a flashback. "me?"
+ + +
The camera shoots the skyline of Tokyo, Japan. The sound of helicopter blades mixes with the whirling of high-speed winds drowning out the muffled voices coming from the cameraperson and pilots. The cameraperson seems to lock onto a specific building that is shorter than the others that surround it. It circles a thirteen story building where, on top of the rooftop terrace, our hero stands with his ear-length hair quaffed. He exchanges wrestling holds with a tall, lanky man, neither getting the advantage. Off in the distance, a monstrosity of a man, his face twisted and distorted by a blocked memory.
The camera zooms and focuses on the two fighting when our protagonist finally gets the better of his opponent. He rolls through a standing hurricanrana and grabs the inside arm. He rolls in behind his opponent, trapping the opposite arm in the process, and drops into a modified backslide. The opponent kicks out at two and scrambles back to his feet. They both look at each other, realizing neither has done enough damage for the win, and nod at each other in respect. No sooner do they show respect than a limousine runs the two over.
+ + +
"Hale?"
He shakes his head and blinks a few times. "Yes, Bambi?"
A look of concern comes across our heroine's face. "Oh... that's gonna be a problem."
"What's gonna be a problem?" He asks as he notices his partner is already dressed down from their outdoor excursion.
"Nothing." She responds through a sigh of concern. She brushes the snow off of his shoulder and looks up at him with a small smile. "I'll go make us something warm." And with that she disappears around a corner and down a long corridor. Our hero shrugs his shoulders and begins to dress himself down as well.
Off to one side, a lit fire in the fireplace was drying off the woman's winter outfit. He hangs his clothes next to hers with a warm smile. It all felt like home again, even if the entire fortress had collected several years of dust. He traced his finger through the dust on the mantle, writing one simple word:
POOP
Our heroine returns with two large mugs with clouds of steam over top. Our hero turns as he hears her footsteps and takes a step toward her. In one fluid motion he takes one mug with one hand and pulls her into an embrace with the other. "I really have missed this place, Bambi." He sighs heavily and closes his eyes.
"Well," she shrugs as much as she can given her grappled condition. "We're back, Bay-by. And sure the neighbourhood may be a little more crowded, but it's not like we haven't knocked everyone off of our mountain top before. We'll just have to do it again." She pushes away from him. "Now come. We've already been here an hour."
The eyes of our hero shoot open when she says late. He looks at the walls expecting to see a window where he could see the light level outside, but they were all solid masoned stone. "Wait, what?" He says with a perplexed look on his face.
"Let's just go to the main hall and take our old places on the throne." She guides him by the hand through the halls of the fortress. The walls are adorned with dirty, deteriorating banners of red with three golden maple leafs, a sign of the time that has passed. They breach a set of double doors that extend to the ceiling to the main throne room. At the head of the room stand two thrones, each with their own crown. The backs of the thrones have a sheath that extends out from the side. One has its rapier in place, the other seems to be missing its long sword; our hero takes the latter seemingly naturally. He looks confused as he takes in the familiar, yet distant surroundings. "Are you ready, Hale?" Our heroine asks.
"Am I ready? For what, Bambi?" He asks, turning his head toward her in confusion.
"To remember what happened to you." Arden says. A sudden burning afflicts our hero as clutches the scar on his shoulder.
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SILLY KAYBY, YOUR RECKONING WILL COME WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!
