Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2021 21:04:47 GMT -5
The scene opens to an hourglass, the ornate curved wood holding the glass bottle as sand slowly fell from one side to the other. Takaru stares at it, shrugging before he reaches forward to slowly flip it over. The sand started to flow the other way, and he absently let his fingers drag around the wood at the top of it before he leaned back in his seat. His fingers steepled before him, tapping together before they rested against his chin as he took a deep breath before he spoke. 'Time makes fools of us all is the saying, and the time is slowly running out on the Bastards. You see, I have been watching them. I have been listening, hearing what they say, and now the time for that is over.'
Takaru shrugged, a hand waving before falling to the table. He gave a smirk, watching the falling sands before he looked back to the camera. 'Will me and Hendricks mesh as a tag team once more? Will we rise to the occasion and face our destiny? I don't know. All I know is that I don't need a partner to land a kinshasa, all I need is an opening. And even you Rob Riot will fall, even you? Frank Windsor will go down for the one, two,--'
His hand smacked the table, shrugging. 'Three.'
A faint smile, and he let his hands steeple before him again as he watched the sands as they continued to fall slowly. He tilted his head, watching before he looked back up. 'That is all it will take. I don't even know what Hendricks will do, I don't know what he will attempt. But I know what Takaru Matsui will do, can do, and is going to do. I will batter you down, I will weaken your defenses, and then?'
He slapped his hands together, and shrugged.
'Kinshasa.'
His head tilted, and the sands kept flowing before he leaned forward. 'And of course, you will be too busy watching for the Bandits. You will be too busy watching for the Revenants. You will be too busy being the GSP, being the Bastards to prepare for me. To get ready, because time is almost up. And I am waiting.'
Takaru shrugged, a hand waving before falling to the table. He gave a smirk, watching the falling sands before he looked back to the camera. 'Will me and Hendricks mesh as a tag team once more? Will we rise to the occasion and face our destiny? I don't know. All I know is that I don't need a partner to land a kinshasa, all I need is an opening. And even you Rob Riot will fall, even you? Frank Windsor will go down for the one, two,--'
His hand smacked the table, shrugging. 'Three.'
A faint smile, and he let his hands steeple before him again as he watched the sands as they continued to fall slowly. He tilted his head, watching before he looked back up. 'That is all it will take. I don't even know what Hendricks will do, I don't know what he will attempt. But I know what Takaru Matsui will do, can do, and is going to do. I will batter you down, I will weaken your defenses, and then?'
He slapped his hands together, and shrugged.
'Kinshasa.'
His head tilted, and the sands kept flowing before he leaned forward. 'And of course, you will be too busy watching for the Bandits. You will be too busy watching for the Revenants. You will be too busy being the GSP, being the Bastards to prepare for me. To get ready, because time is almost up. And I am waiting.'