Post by Raiden Ishimori on Jul 13, 2023 19:59:24 GMT -5
The camera opens up to a dimly lit room with only a single wooden, and rather rotted desk sitting beneath a dull overhead light with a charred book placed atop the rotting furniture. Emerging from the darkness, approaching the setup is Bone Devil, tightly clutching the Red Aux Cord in hand as he stares down the book. His grip loosens, setting the Cord beside the book before placing his hands down on the desk that emits a few creaks at the light pressure, seemingly ready to collapse at almost any given moment if more stress is placed on it.
Bone Devil: “Many…many moons ago….I captured a prize that helped me put myself back up into the spotlight. The last one to capture something of meaning, and ever since that fateful day, I’ve been pondering what to do with the damn thing. A tag partner? Very few people would be willing to dance with a devil so easily and in this company…who could I even find to be worthwhile? Not E.V.E, not Black Knife Cabal, no one…”
He looks over the Cord again, staring it down for a moment’s time.
Bone Devil: “I spent many nights off searching and thinking who could fill the role of a devil’s dance partner but nothing….nothing clicked together. Constant blanks being drawn, no familiar bells being rung, nada.”
A faint albeit brief chuckle escapes him.
Bone Devil: “But then a realization dawned on me. There is someone I knew that would be a great partner…but they wouldn’t know me as this abomination of a disguise. No…it’s time for a change of scenery…”
The masked man pulls at his skull mask, pulling it off to reveal a complete mask of red and orange with a bright orange flame sitting in the center of the forehead, mouth still blocked. He drags his hands down the front of the mask, inhaling and exhaling with a deep, sinister chuckle.
Rubicante: “Oh how glorious it feels to finally be liberated from that confinement. Too long has it been since I’ve last dawned this mantle of flame, the glory of being The Archfiend of Fire. Hah….”
Rubicante moves his hands to the charred book, flipping it open. Most of the pages are filled with charred text and burnt paper but various notes are scattered about in the margins and occasionally spilling over to cross out old text and be replaced with new, cryptic wordings. His fingers trail down various passages of text.
Rubicante: “In the ashes of eld, new vitality shall rise and burn anew a path for those that wish to thrive and conquer. A prophecy that has long laid dormant…but now stands ready to be fulfilled after a near eternal slumber, waiting for its champions to come forth. The time to strike…is now.”
He shuts the book, letting out a slow exhale.
Rubicante: “J-ROK….The Archfiends will soon arrive…Rubicante…and Cagnazzo. Forget a simple tag team match for this upcoming match…we want our shot right then and there. Make it so. The prophecy…foretells of the doom bound to fall upon its victims.”
The light short-circuits, enshrouding the room in darkness. Footsteps echo, gradually becoming quieter until there is no noise left from Rubicante as the recording gradually comes to a halt.
Bone Devil: “Many…many moons ago….I captured a prize that helped me put myself back up into the spotlight. The last one to capture something of meaning, and ever since that fateful day, I’ve been pondering what to do with the damn thing. A tag partner? Very few people would be willing to dance with a devil so easily and in this company…who could I even find to be worthwhile? Not E.V.E, not Black Knife Cabal, no one…”
He looks over the Cord again, staring it down for a moment’s time.
Bone Devil: “I spent many nights off searching and thinking who could fill the role of a devil’s dance partner but nothing….nothing clicked together. Constant blanks being drawn, no familiar bells being rung, nada.”
A faint albeit brief chuckle escapes him.
Bone Devil: “But then a realization dawned on me. There is someone I knew that would be a great partner…but they wouldn’t know me as this abomination of a disguise. No…it’s time for a change of scenery…”
The masked man pulls at his skull mask, pulling it off to reveal a complete mask of red and orange with a bright orange flame sitting in the center of the forehead, mouth still blocked. He drags his hands down the front of the mask, inhaling and exhaling with a deep, sinister chuckle.
Rubicante: “Oh how glorious it feels to finally be liberated from that confinement. Too long has it been since I’ve last dawned this mantle of flame, the glory of being The Archfiend of Fire. Hah….”
Rubicante moves his hands to the charred book, flipping it open. Most of the pages are filled with charred text and burnt paper but various notes are scattered about in the margins and occasionally spilling over to cross out old text and be replaced with new, cryptic wordings. His fingers trail down various passages of text.
Rubicante: “In the ashes of eld, new vitality shall rise and burn anew a path for those that wish to thrive and conquer. A prophecy that has long laid dormant…but now stands ready to be fulfilled after a near eternal slumber, waiting for its champions to come forth. The time to strike…is now.”
He shuts the book, letting out a slow exhale.
Rubicante: “J-ROK….The Archfiends will soon arrive…Rubicante…and Cagnazzo. Forget a simple tag team match for this upcoming match…we want our shot right then and there. Make it so. The prophecy…foretells of the doom bound to fall upon its victims.”
The light short-circuits, enshrouding the room in darkness. Footsteps echo, gradually becoming quieter until there is no noise left from Rubicante as the recording gradually comes to a halt.