Post by bloodiedfox on Sept 4, 2020 4:09:32 GMT -5
Backstage, All That Glitters. Desolation sit in silence, blood dripping from their wounds in the wake of their defeat at the hands (and paws) of SKY Force. Necrophage has the glazed look of a man in reverie, while even from the remove of camera and television, the heat of rage can be felt pouring out of Nephilim's hunched figure. Then, a voice.
A cannonball and a cuddly toy to get tag titles. Now that's a puzzle solution worthy of Guybrush Threepwood.
Nephilim snaps round, a curse snarling on his lips, only to die there as he sees who has spoken. The camera turns so that we can see too. A tall, powerfully built older man we have not seen before. But Nephilim knows him, glowering at the intruder. A few moments more silence, then...
What's the matter? Cat got your tongue as well as your gold?
Fuck you, old man. You come here to gloat?
No, not gloat. Recruit.
Nephilim stands, squaring up to the man.
What makes you think I'm prepared to follow you anywhere?
Because you and I want the same thing. The difference is that I know how to get it.
You think just because we lost here we're done?
What even was your plan, hmmm? Win the tag belts and hold them forever? Float around now your home company's closed up shop for the foreseeable future? Tell the fans how much you hate them in the hopes they kill themselves in shame?
Silence again. Nephilim just keeps glowering.
This has always been your problem, ever since I was training you. You always wondered why you weren't the one I chose? It's because of this. You have anger but no answers. You lash out at everything but you can't cause it lasting damage. You have the end goal, but you don't know the steps to take you to it.
And you do?
Yes. You and your pet psycho here...
As though that merest mention of him snaps an invisible leash, Necrophage springs up and at the man. Without blinking, the man grabs Necrophage by the throat with one hand and lifts him in the air, holding him there as he turns his head to look at him.
I wasn't done talking.
The man returns his attention to Nephilim.
You two have the potential to achieve the harm you want, but you need focus and aim. Come with me, and together we can launch a full spectrum war on the hearts and minds of the XHF.
Come with you where?
NPW. I've got a contract offer, and I convinced them to add space for two more people on it. None of us can do this alone. The three of us together? We'll drag this whole place into oblivion.
Nephilim's eyes narrow in thought. Silence. Then he nods. The man smiles and lowers Necrophage to the ground, before turning to leave.
Just one thing, old man.
The man looks back over his shoulder.
What do I call you? The name you had before isn't yours anymore.
The man thinks for a moment.
Nemo.
Nephilim smirks.
As in the fish?
The man smirks back.
As in Nobody.
A cannonball and a cuddly toy to get tag titles. Now that's a puzzle solution worthy of Guybrush Threepwood.
Nephilim snaps round, a curse snarling on his lips, only to die there as he sees who has spoken. The camera turns so that we can see too. A tall, powerfully built older man we have not seen before. But Nephilim knows him, glowering at the intruder. A few moments more silence, then...
What's the matter? Cat got your tongue as well as your gold?
Fuck you, old man. You come here to gloat?
No, not gloat. Recruit.
Nephilim stands, squaring up to the man.
What makes you think I'm prepared to follow you anywhere?
Because you and I want the same thing. The difference is that I know how to get it.
You think just because we lost here we're done?
What even was your plan, hmmm? Win the tag belts and hold them forever? Float around now your home company's closed up shop for the foreseeable future? Tell the fans how much you hate them in the hopes they kill themselves in shame?
Silence again. Nephilim just keeps glowering.
This has always been your problem, ever since I was training you. You always wondered why you weren't the one I chose? It's because of this. You have anger but no answers. You lash out at everything but you can't cause it lasting damage. You have the end goal, but you don't know the steps to take you to it.
And you do?
Yes. You and your pet psycho here...
As though that merest mention of him snaps an invisible leash, Necrophage springs up and at the man. Without blinking, the man grabs Necrophage by the throat with one hand and lifts him in the air, holding him there as he turns his head to look at him.
I wasn't done talking.
The man returns his attention to Nephilim.
You two have the potential to achieve the harm you want, but you need focus and aim. Come with me, and together we can launch a full spectrum war on the hearts and minds of the XHF.
Come with you where?
NPW. I've got a contract offer, and I convinced them to add space for two more people on it. None of us can do this alone. The three of us together? We'll drag this whole place into oblivion.
Nephilim's eyes narrow in thought. Silence. Then he nods. The man smiles and lowers Necrophage to the ground, before turning to leave.
Just one thing, old man.
The man looks back over his shoulder.
What do I call you? The name you had before isn't yours anymore.
The man thinks for a moment.
Nemo.
Nephilim smirks.
As in the fish?
The man smirks back.
As in Nobody.