Post by David B. on Sept 15, 2012 21:57:39 GMT -8
((Already spoke with Leon on this.))
David grunted as he pushed, throwing open the door to a large warehouse. Dust spilled from the room, August coughing a little before speaking up. "So, what's so important about some mechanical crypt?" He followed Dave inside, moving around some giant crates that were covered in dirt. The building rested on the western end of lennox, Territory unfamiliar to August. David had been rather secretive the past few days, leaving in the middle of the night, staying out for hours. August tried to follow him once or twice, but if the man didn't want to be seen, or found, you lost track of him in moments. So, he was kept in the dark, and was forced to wait until the time came where he revealed himself.
August glanced up. The building was huge, and he almost expected freddy kruger to pop out from behind a wall and tell him to wake up before he was cut up. He looked back down at David, who was standing now in the center of the building and staring off into the darkness.
"This."
August squinted a little, trying to adjust his eyes. Footsteps started. First one pair, then two. Then ten. Twenty. Out from the shadows marched a veritable army of men, wearing bandannas, coats, shirts with images of a Dragon on them. August recognized them from pictures in Davids desk. But what were they doing here? They were a band of silent misfits- powerful, definitely, but rarely ever seen anymore. An extinct breed of fighters. He remained quiet as David stepped forward, clasping the forearm of the man out in the lead. "Where is Spike?" The man shook his head and shrugged. "No clue. Last time we saw him was when you spoke to him the other night." David nodded, unconcerned. The man had his own demons to fight, and would be welcomed back at any time. He turned and looked at August, his face set in a serious contrast of color.
"August, this is Brad, A Dragon in Spikes army who-" He stopped himself before looking over the men and looking back to August. "A dragon in my army who is looking to destabilize Barker." He stepped forward to put his hand on the mans shoulder. "I'm sorry I haven't said anything to you old friend, but it was something I preferred playing pretty close to the chest. And, well, I brought you now because I want you to join with me." August stared into Davids face before bringing his hand up and clapping it down on his bicep in a gesture of good-will and friendship. "You know I'm with you man. As soon as you signed on, I came on with you." David gave a grin.
"Knew you wouldn't leave me with all the fame and just reward."
He turned back to the men gathered around.
"Alright. Lets get to work."
David grunted as he pushed, throwing open the door to a large warehouse. Dust spilled from the room, August coughing a little before speaking up. "So, what's so important about some mechanical crypt?" He followed Dave inside, moving around some giant crates that were covered in dirt. The building rested on the western end of lennox, Territory unfamiliar to August. David had been rather secretive the past few days, leaving in the middle of the night, staying out for hours. August tried to follow him once or twice, but if the man didn't want to be seen, or found, you lost track of him in moments. So, he was kept in the dark, and was forced to wait until the time came where he revealed himself.
August glanced up. The building was huge, and he almost expected freddy kruger to pop out from behind a wall and tell him to wake up before he was cut up. He looked back down at David, who was standing now in the center of the building and staring off into the darkness.
"This."
August squinted a little, trying to adjust his eyes. Footsteps started. First one pair, then two. Then ten. Twenty. Out from the shadows marched a veritable army of men, wearing bandannas, coats, shirts with images of a Dragon on them. August recognized them from pictures in Davids desk. But what were they doing here? They were a band of silent misfits- powerful, definitely, but rarely ever seen anymore. An extinct breed of fighters. He remained quiet as David stepped forward, clasping the forearm of the man out in the lead. "Where is Spike?" The man shook his head and shrugged. "No clue. Last time we saw him was when you spoke to him the other night." David nodded, unconcerned. The man had his own demons to fight, and would be welcomed back at any time. He turned and looked at August, his face set in a serious contrast of color.
"August, this is Brad, A Dragon in Spikes army who-" He stopped himself before looking over the men and looking back to August. "A dragon in my army who is looking to destabilize Barker." He stepped forward to put his hand on the mans shoulder. "I'm sorry I haven't said anything to you old friend, but it was something I preferred playing pretty close to the chest. And, well, I brought you now because I want you to join with me." August stared into Davids face before bringing his hand up and clapping it down on his bicep in a gesture of good-will and friendship. "You know I'm with you man. As soon as you signed on, I came on with you." David gave a grin.
"Knew you wouldn't leave me with all the fame and just reward."
He turned back to the men gathered around.
"Alright. Lets get to work."
