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Apr 1, 2020 9:15:37 GMT -5
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Dandy DiVito, Quixote Della Torre, and 1 more like this
Post by Psycho Vulcan Sentai (Kaz) on Apr 1, 2020 9:15:37 GMT -5
Roll
Call
Howling
New
Star
KibaRanger
Excellent
Excitement
Abare
Killer
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The city slept in silence below a man standing at the edge of a rooftop, his frame accentuated by skin tight white power armor. He stepped backwards from the ledge and pressed his hand onto a spot on his left bicep. It sprung into motion, opening up with a cascade of nano metals, and inside lay a small black box. He whipped it from its hold and as he did, the black box opened into a ready made silenced rifle, complete with scope. He hoisted it to his shoulder and took aim at the building directly adjacent to his.
The glass pane led into an office building where a middle aged man sat briefing himself at a lux desk. He sipped his fifty years barrel aged whiskey, unaware of the scope bearing down the back of his skull and the whisper of death in his ear. As the assassins finger stroked the trigger, the scope of his rifle went pitch black.
“Sorry”, a female voice spoke, “No flash photography.”
The assassin leapt up in a spin and swung the butt of the rifle at the women who was cloaked in an unnatural darkness. She dodged the swing into a cartwheel away from the man, landing back on her feet with catlike agility. She revealed herself, letting her camouflage fade away.
“You missed your shot”, she jeered.
“There’s a first time for everything”, the man replied, his voice unmistakably that of Sun Vulcan Sentai.
He approached and threw calculated strikes, each one bobbed and ducked by the mysterious stranger. She retributed his shots with her own, soaked in malice. He expertly weaved away from hers as well, their skills in hand to hand undoubtedly matched. She reached behind her back and a bo staff extended in length. She swung it around, making sure Sun Vulcan knew she was no novice.
He shrugged and continued with hand to hand. He rocketed forwarded with a massive punch, but she spun around 540 degrees and ended up behind him, planted her right foot on the ground, and swung the staff down hard on Vulcan. He blocked the incoming swing by raising his left arm in a defensive posture and the sound of metal clanging against metal echoed through the hollow night.
“You needed something to even the odds”, Sun Vulcan sneered.
She roared as two blades piston blades sprung from either end of the staff. She went for a slice but Vulcan rolled through and jumped to his feet! She stabs the blade at him full force but he leans back. She quickly goes for a tripping spin kick but Sun Vulcan falls to the ground with his legs raised, then kips up quickly. He weaves his left arm around the staff and wrenches, cracking the hard metal into two pieces. She holds on to both ends and spins them around before rushing on Vulcan with expertise unmatched.
Back and forth the two warriors fought, neither one giving or taking an inch. She thrusts the dual blades towards him but he grabs on and flips over her back! He winds up for a 540 tornado kick just as she performs the exact same maneuver. The bottoms of their boots collide at the center of the rooftop and they both hit the ground. They quickly roll to their feet and face each other down once more.
“That move...It’s...you...” she started.
Sun Vulcan stood in stunned silence.
“K...”
But as she spoke, the office window Sun Vulcans crosshairs had been trained on rang out with an explosion and engulfed in a billow of fire, cinder, and ash. As Sun Vulcan turned back to his adversary but she had already disappeared into the night.
A ring pierced Sun Vulcans ear as his COMM system came to life.
“My son, you failed to eliminate Hell Soto’s agent on earth”, Father said, “Drastic measures had to be taken.”
“I was ambushed Father”, he replied.
“By who?” Father asked.
“An unknown enemy”, he answered, “It wasn’t one of Hell Soto’s monsters. She was human, like me.”
“Did she say anything?” Father asked.
Sun Vulcans mind flashed back right before the explosion. She had been on the cusp of revelation.
It could have been a bluff but the inflection in her voice told a different story.
“No, Father”, he replied, “Nothing.”
There was a second of silence over the COMM.
“Return to command, my son”, he remarked, “Disappointed can’t even begin to describe how I feel right now.”
Sun Vulcan stared at the spot the female warrior had stood before she vanished. Was it possible she knew him? What was supposed to be a routine elimination raised more questions than it answered. As these thoughts and more rushed through his mind, he pressed a button on his left arm and dematerialized into the crisp night air.
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Hand of Fate’s locker room was cordoned off from the rest of the roster, a luxury carrying the Cruiserweight Tag Team Championships usually afforded them, but this came as a special stipulation arranged by his agents. It was mostly for show considering Sun Vulcan Sentai typically arrived at the arena - quite unsure of how he got there - fully prepared and ready to go. Victor Henry Stevens was getting into gear for his bout against Quixote Della Torre, his expression removed and his body language hasty.
VHS looked forlorn at his helmet resting on the bench beside him, rubbing his finger along its intricate designs. He picked it up and looked into the black visor, the reflection baring back on him as a man he no longer recognized. Sun Vulcan approached him from behind and lay a hand on his shoulder.
“Something troubles you, Victor?” Sun Vulcan asked.
VHS didn’t reply right away, instead choosing to gaze longer into the eyes of the visor.
“I knew you were a man of mystery when we decided to team together”, VHS finally replied, “Your aura speaks for itself. I went against my preordained code of conduct. You know I hate a man in a mask. I like to look into a mans eyes before I fight him because it tells me everything I need to know. QDT. Flop. They’re no mystery. Just men. I have them beaten before we even step into the ring...”
“Victor...” Sun Vulcan said, but VHS held his hand up.
“Let me finish, please”, VHS remarked, “I knew you were mysterious. You play things very close to the chest...and I understand why. The dangers we face in the ring are nothing compared to what you face in your everyday life. Wanda Wicked, everything that entails? I think I’m beginning to understand why you wear the mask.”
VHS sighs loudly.
“It isn’t just protection for you physically. It’s an emotional wall, something you use to camouflage how you really feel about things. It’s a dark shroud over your entire life. I don’t regret deciding to team with you, Vulcan. I’ll only regret it if you don’t peel back the curtain for me. I feel like I’ve proven myself a trustworthy partner...a friend even. You know everything there is to know about me, but I don’t even know what your face looks like.”
“Victor. Please”, Sun Vulcan responded, “Its for your protection.”
“My protection?” he replied, “I’m out there in the thick of everything with you. Standing by your side no matter what anyone throws at us. Don’t give me that it’s for my protection because I walk away every night with the exact same battle scars as you. The only difference is that I don’t know why.”
Sun Vulcan turned and faced the opposite wall. His hand instinctively moved up to his helmet.
Had he been close guarding his identity for everyone else’s protection?
Or just his own?
He wasn’t quite sure of the answer to that question...but he knew he could answer his friends now. He moved his finger to the latch on the side and unclasped it. He expected an instinctive jolt of electricity to pulse into his hand, but no such reaction came.
“Victor”, he said as he turned back around.
VHS turned around in his seat...then stood up and leaned back against his locker as Sun Vulcan Sentai grabbed his helmet and lifted it from his head.
“Holy fuck”, Victor gasped.
He stood gazing at the face of the man, one that he immediately recognized without question.
Call
Howling
New
Star
KibaRanger
Excellent
Excitement
Abare
Killer
____________________________________________
The city slept in silence below a man standing at the edge of a rooftop, his frame accentuated by skin tight white power armor. He stepped backwards from the ledge and pressed his hand onto a spot on his left bicep. It sprung into motion, opening up with a cascade of nano metals, and inside lay a small black box. He whipped it from its hold and as he did, the black box opened into a ready made silenced rifle, complete with scope. He hoisted it to his shoulder and took aim at the building directly adjacent to his.
The glass pane led into an office building where a middle aged man sat briefing himself at a lux desk. He sipped his fifty years barrel aged whiskey, unaware of the scope bearing down the back of his skull and the whisper of death in his ear. As the assassins finger stroked the trigger, the scope of his rifle went pitch black.
“Sorry”, a female voice spoke, “No flash photography.”
The assassin leapt up in a spin and swung the butt of the rifle at the women who was cloaked in an unnatural darkness. She dodged the swing into a cartwheel away from the man, landing back on her feet with catlike agility. She revealed herself, letting her camouflage fade away.
“You missed your shot”, she jeered.
“There’s a first time for everything”, the man replied, his voice unmistakably that of Sun Vulcan Sentai.
He approached and threw calculated strikes, each one bobbed and ducked by the mysterious stranger. She retributed his shots with her own, soaked in malice. He expertly weaved away from hers as well, their skills in hand to hand undoubtedly matched. She reached behind her back and a bo staff extended in length. She swung it around, making sure Sun Vulcan knew she was no novice.
He shrugged and continued with hand to hand. He rocketed forwarded with a massive punch, but she spun around 540 degrees and ended up behind him, planted her right foot on the ground, and swung the staff down hard on Vulcan. He blocked the incoming swing by raising his left arm in a defensive posture and the sound of metal clanging against metal echoed through the hollow night.
“You needed something to even the odds”, Sun Vulcan sneered.
She roared as two blades piston blades sprung from either end of the staff. She went for a slice but Vulcan rolled through and jumped to his feet! She stabs the blade at him full force but he leans back. She quickly goes for a tripping spin kick but Sun Vulcan falls to the ground with his legs raised, then kips up quickly. He weaves his left arm around the staff and wrenches, cracking the hard metal into two pieces. She holds on to both ends and spins them around before rushing on Vulcan with expertise unmatched.
Back and forth the two warriors fought, neither one giving or taking an inch. She thrusts the dual blades towards him but he grabs on and flips over her back! He winds up for a 540 tornado kick just as she performs the exact same maneuver. The bottoms of their boots collide at the center of the rooftop and they both hit the ground. They quickly roll to their feet and face each other down once more.
“That move...It’s...you...” she started.
Sun Vulcan stood in stunned silence.
“K...”
But as she spoke, the office window Sun Vulcans crosshairs had been trained on rang out with an explosion and engulfed in a billow of fire, cinder, and ash. As Sun Vulcan turned back to his adversary but she had already disappeared into the night.
A ring pierced Sun Vulcans ear as his COMM system came to life.
“My son, you failed to eliminate Hell Soto’s agent on earth”, Father said, “Drastic measures had to be taken.”
“I was ambushed Father”, he replied.
“By who?” Father asked.
“An unknown enemy”, he answered, “It wasn’t one of Hell Soto’s monsters. She was human, like me.”
“Did she say anything?” Father asked.
Sun Vulcans mind flashed back right before the explosion. She had been on the cusp of revelation.
It could have been a bluff but the inflection in her voice told a different story.
“No, Father”, he replied, “Nothing.”
There was a second of silence over the COMM.
“Return to command, my son”, he remarked, “Disappointed can’t even begin to describe how I feel right now.”
Sun Vulcan stared at the spot the female warrior had stood before she vanished. Was it possible she knew him? What was supposed to be a routine elimination raised more questions than it answered. As these thoughts and more rushed through his mind, he pressed a button on his left arm and dematerialized into the crisp night air.
____________________________________________
Hand of Fate’s locker room was cordoned off from the rest of the roster, a luxury carrying the Cruiserweight Tag Team Championships usually afforded them, but this came as a special stipulation arranged by his agents. It was mostly for show considering Sun Vulcan Sentai typically arrived at the arena - quite unsure of how he got there - fully prepared and ready to go. Victor Henry Stevens was getting into gear for his bout against Quixote Della Torre, his expression removed and his body language hasty.
VHS looked forlorn at his helmet resting on the bench beside him, rubbing his finger along its intricate designs. He picked it up and looked into the black visor, the reflection baring back on him as a man he no longer recognized. Sun Vulcan approached him from behind and lay a hand on his shoulder.
“Something troubles you, Victor?” Sun Vulcan asked.
VHS didn’t reply right away, instead choosing to gaze longer into the eyes of the visor.
“I knew you were a man of mystery when we decided to team together”, VHS finally replied, “Your aura speaks for itself. I went against my preordained code of conduct. You know I hate a man in a mask. I like to look into a mans eyes before I fight him because it tells me everything I need to know. QDT. Flop. They’re no mystery. Just men. I have them beaten before we even step into the ring...”
“Victor...” Sun Vulcan said, but VHS held his hand up.
“Let me finish, please”, VHS remarked, “I knew you were mysterious. You play things very close to the chest...and I understand why. The dangers we face in the ring are nothing compared to what you face in your everyday life. Wanda Wicked, everything that entails? I think I’m beginning to understand why you wear the mask.”
VHS sighs loudly.
“It isn’t just protection for you physically. It’s an emotional wall, something you use to camouflage how you really feel about things. It’s a dark shroud over your entire life. I don’t regret deciding to team with you, Vulcan. I’ll only regret it if you don’t peel back the curtain for me. I feel like I’ve proven myself a trustworthy partner...a friend even. You know everything there is to know about me, but I don’t even know what your face looks like.”
“Victor. Please”, Sun Vulcan responded, “Its for your protection.”
“My protection?” he replied, “I’m out there in the thick of everything with you. Standing by your side no matter what anyone throws at us. Don’t give me that it’s for my protection because I walk away every night with the exact same battle scars as you. The only difference is that I don’t know why.”
Sun Vulcan turned and faced the opposite wall. His hand instinctively moved up to his helmet.
Had he been close guarding his identity for everyone else’s protection?
Or just his own?
He wasn’t quite sure of the answer to that question...but he knew he could answer his friends now. He moved his finger to the latch on the side and unclasped it. He expected an instinctive jolt of electricity to pulse into his hand, but no such reaction came.
“Victor”, he said as he turned back around.
VHS turned around in his seat...then stood up and leaned back against his locker as Sun Vulcan Sentai grabbed his helmet and lifted it from his head.
“Holy fuck”, Victor gasped.
He stood gazing at the face of the man, one that he immediately recognized without question.