OK, so this is the place where you guys can post an introduction to our team, their motives, their personalities, whatever. You should also try to post something about them so that the general public can acknowledge who they are (believe me, obscure characters can and WILL have a hard time against the more popular ones, even moreso is nothing is really known about them).
I will elaborte further on the general back story IF the whole characters’ skill list and group formation lets me do so.
A tall, lanky figure stands before a beautifully decorated metal gate, complete with lion heads embedded into the gold-covered bars, at a very luxorious (yet quite secretive) residential area in upper Hollywood. The shody large figure fixes his ragged black trenchcoat, complete with a hoodie, as the speaker suddenly blurs from the wall on the left.
Youre 37 minutes late.
The dark character shrugs his hands in a sign of a nervous breakdown, UhhhhyeeeaaaahI sorta got caught up in traffic.
Yet you do not have a car, so I fail to see why that piece of information might be relevant.
The somber man shakes his fists at the speaker, seeming somewhat delusional, You dont have to rub it in my face! I had to impound my own Ferrari to pay my bills! Its tough living without water for 4 months and having to go to the community pool for a quick bath! The things that float in thereit sends a chill up my spine just thinking about it!
Yeah, yeah, this isnt a casting for a reality show, ya know? Why dont you just come in and let us be?
The gate slowly opens with surprisingly very little sound, but with just a slight buzzing noise that makes the narrow-shaped persona look in astonishment, So.THIS is Hollywood?! Sure beats the apartment complex where I used to live in. Starting by the freshly cut grass! I bet a dozen Mexicans do a great job on this every week!
An unpleasant voice can be heard from over a grass hill, Chinga tu madre, cabron!
After about 20 minutes, the long individual literally drags his sorry carcass into a small garden, surrounded by precious flowers and nicely-trimmed hedges, where several men gather around a table in the center of a marble plaza, all of which wear brown robes and hoods that cover their whole heads. Torches are lit on opposite sides of the plaza, despite the fact that it was already noon. As the man in black almost slumps just mere feet away from the gathering table, the figure in robes standing at the middle nods before the presence of the shady one.
So nice to have your presence here.Mr. Lantis!
The man who had dressed in the obscure garments finally drags them off, his face beat red, and almost his whole body drenched in sweat, breathes heavily as he throws his ragged coat to the floor, You.you BASTARDS! You know how long it took me to walk up here?!? Why must you bigwig fucks always build your houses so damn BIG??! I bet you dont even get to walk even half of it! Whats the POINT?!
The point is, Mr. Lantis, that our tour guide service had actually parted at 11:30, so they had to leave you behind. Sorry you couldnt join the ride.
Lantis cleans himself off and wipes the sweat off his brow, Whatever. I do believe its too hot and bright for you old-timers to be wearing such heavy garments? Whats this whole mystic deal anyway? You Hollywood bigots sure do like the whole flair and pizzaz, eh?
The hooded figures look at each other absently, and one of them lowers down his hood to reveal a frown on his face, and it happens to be none other than actor-turned-director Clint Eastwood! He speaks in his usual raspy, low-tone voice, Look here, punk. You are in NO position to tell us what to do, OK? Youre already in dire shape as it is to be cracking sarcastic remarks. So tell me…do you feel lucky…?
Yeah, I feel like a million bucks.which I could very much need right now. Im begging of you guys! The economy is just KILLING me at the moment!! This whole recession thingy, prices getting so damn steep, no one wants to sponsor anymoreand the Heaven Clash tournament is right around the corner! And it doesnt take my pocket change to host one of those things, believe you me!
Ridley Scott also reveals himself to Lantis, smirking sarcastically, We know, Mr. Lantis. That is why we summoned for you herefor you to discuss the rights to the Heaven Clash tournament
Christopher Nolan removes his hood in subsecuent order, Yes, you see. Your creation hosts all sorts of strange and wonderful characters from all walks of life. Imagine putting THOSE names together on the marquee! Even my Dark Knight would pale in the box office compared to that constellation of stars!
Lantis scratches the back of his head, Yeeaaahh.butI dunnoHollywood is well known to fuck up franchises pretty bad.and Heaven Clash has been BS free for quite some time nowwhat guarantees me that you will keep it that way?
George Lucas smiles his giddly smile as he strokes his grey beard, You never know whats gonna happen tomorrowwhat we CAN guarantee you, is the big bucks! Merchandise, DVD sales, promotionsyou name it! Well make the Heaven Clash tournament bigger than the Super Bowl, the Olympics, and the Stanley Cup!
Lantis looks down, Even the curling championships get more ratings than the Stanley Cup these days.
Finally, Steven Spielberg reveals himself as the headmaster of the session, fixing his glasses and grinning, So, Mr. Lantis, what is it gonna be? We are offering the chance of perpetuating your lifes work in our grubby.er, productive hands!
Lantis rubs his chin for a nice 3 minutes, and informs his decision.
After about 30 minutes later, Lantis finally stumbles his way out of the gates, having to walk all his way back again. Weakily reaching for the cell phone in his pocket, he starts dialing a number, but after he puts the phone up to his ear, he realizes by the recording that his credit is now out. He limps over to the nearest pay phone, and inserts all the pennies he has managed to muster throughout the day. He waits for the call to enter, and once somebody picks up on the other line, his dim face finally lights up.
Yeah, weve finally done it! It seems they took the bait.Hollywood would take ANYTHING for a cheap buck… Huh. Yeah, its all going as planned. Yes, they thought I was hopeless, but soon we shall reveal ourselves to them! And THEN, our ambition will be fulfilled. Yes, I understand. Good bye.Mr. President.
Lantis looks baffled after hearing a voice at the other side, Ohyeahyoure not the president.yeah, I know you wouldnt be the president of a Beyblade club even if you tried. Cut me some slack, sheesh!
After about 10 minutes of bickering, Lantis hangs up and looks at the sunny sky above him. He knows he has a long way to goand he no longer has enough change for the bus.
Oh well.I needed the exercise anyway.