Post by The Karma Keeper on Jun 6, 2013 7:27:34 GMT -6
OOC: This RP is a taste of what I can do, what the character's like. It's a bit rushed, but I wanted to post it up here anyhow. So you guys know what to expect. Also, a version of this was supposed to be my RP for my first match, but my computer stopped working. It was going to be a lot more detailed and well thought out, but I'll save that detail for my actual RP.
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MAD WORLD
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I hate change.
When I heard I'd have to get a new psychologist, I cringed at the thought of explaining things from the top once again. The beginning is the hardest part, you must understand. Hell, it's impossible for me to even recall a short autobiography. My memory is in shambles, changing constantly day in and day out depending on the situation. One day, I remember my mother dying of breast cancer and the next, I reread a later entry that said she was alive and well. I don't know which one is true. Sometimes, I even see things that aren't really there, my schizophrenia getting the best of me.
And I'll admit something else to you... Please don't laugh when I tell you this, okay Doctor? Promise you won't tell anyone who doesn't need to know? Promise right now. Cross your heart and hope to die - whatever that means.
Okay, so...
I often have these visions, these hallucination-like fantasies that I experience. When it happens to me, I can't explain how I got there, almost like a dream, but the story plays out all the same. Most of the time, I know it's a dream but that doesn't make it stop. I wish it did sometimes. See, what happens is I pass out for a little while while I have those dreams, almost like I fell asleep, like a trance somewhat. When I 'wake up,' I'm unsure right away if it was true or if it was just another fantasy. It's like a war inside my head, not knowing what's true and what's fake. It's complicated, I don't understand it whatsoever.
Now do you see why autobiographies are so tough for me? I'm sorry I'm so weird, so crazy. Doctor Henry Aaron, the guy who usually reads my journal like this, said I needed a second opinion. And so he recommended I see you. I hope it isn't too much trouble reading this - I usually always write down whatever fantasy or issue I'm having at least once a week. It helps me, makes me feel like I'm not so alone. And when I say that, I don't mean to bash Saylor or anything, my beautiful wife, but the idea that you're experiencing the same thing I experienced through my words...
It makes me feel better. It makes me feel like everything is going to be okay.
I was on my way to my very first trip to Japan, a trip that made time seem to slow down mid-flight. I looked over the stranger beside me's shoulder, watching out the fogged up window to see the sights and hear the sounds as we nearly arrived at our destination. That's when I saw him. That's when I saw what had transpired before we even left the plane in the land of the rising sun.
Godzilla.
Godzilla was terrorizing the city of Tokyo on a whim. Japanese pedestrians shouted out of sync with their lips, a desperate pointing as if others have yet to see the skyscraper of a monster causing havoc to the structure of every building in his path. He shot laser beams from his eyes, heat vision shooting in every which way causing the men and women to run around in circles helplessly. It was a twisted scene, a gruesome turn of events that left the streets flooded with blood and body parts, all because of some presumed nuclear waste mishap that turned this lovable lizard into this death machine in front of my eyes. You think he used to sell insurance or something? I like to think so. Anyway, I'm digressing.
Bullets were futile, only making the colossus angry as the police became easy next victims in Godzilla's wake. Who would stop such a creature from turning the most populous city in the world from becoming just another wasteland on this planet we call Earth? Who was to stop the bloodbath that spilled against the concrete, to end such a catastrophic event?
"Are we ready, Captain Zero? Do you have the White Nights in line?" I asked from my golden throne etched in silver amidst the jet flying high above the scene, careful not to cause any attention just yet. A shiny white knight logo was plastered against the steel that made up the airplane fortress holding a shield that would symbolically protect us from any danger.
"As ready as they'll ever be, sir," Zero McHannon answered from inside his bright white armor, a cocky smirk against his lips as he gripped his sword tighter inside his hand. Beneath him, a red carpet stretched the entire plane, golden frills on the side as we had our meeting to decide our next step. The terrifying scene played out in graphic detail through the windows on my left, soldiers from different nations slowly being deployed to kill the beast and stop the madness.
"Good. This isn't gonna be easy but we set out to change the world for the better. We might as well start strong." I spoke confidently, my heart beating out of my chest from the adrenalin that pumped through my veins. This was it. Our first good deed was here, in Tokyo, as we attempted to save as many lives as we could while risking our own in the process.
"My sentiments exactly. The knights are just before the door directly behind me," he gestured to the titanium door at his back. "Would you like to address them personally, tell them the plan of attack? Or should I?" A serious tone surrounded us as thousands of innocent people died below, property damage rising faster and faster as the seconds progressed.
"I got it covered," I nodded, agreeing with his words with no hesitation, quickly hopping off the throne. I stood to my feet, a classic white blazer with a White Night pin against the chest shaped like the shield painted against the plane itself. That blazer really fit me like a glove. It was warm, an air of allegiance flowing throughout the threads as if everyone who wore the white armor had learned to respect me for the vision I had in my head and for my leadership skills in general that I wasn't aware I even had.
"Lead the way, your majesty," he addressed, a solid gold crown atop my head that gleamed off the sunlight from outside the window. I smiled, a justified smile, as I opened the door wide and saw the hundred knights that were willing to follow my every order despite the impending doom ahead.
"Men, women..." I started, pacing the floor back and forth as I stared at the numerous rows of steel that stood before me, determined looks on each one of their faces.
"I won't lie to you guys. This is going to get messy fast. Not all of you are going to survive the brunt of this assault but that's the price we all signed up for, isn't that right?" I asked, an accepting roar of the crowd being my answer. These men were committed to do whatever it took to be classified as heroes, to be considered the good guys of this world. It showed in their presence, their expression. It showed in the freshly cut armor they wore for their first fight of a lifetime.
"No longer are we laughed at when describing our tremendous goals to the rest of society as I once was! No longer are we shunned as outsiders! We are the last line of defense where it really matters and if we happen to fail at our important mission on this day..." I paused, my confident air about me fading fast as I considered the followup sentence. I refused to think about that answer, refused to think of failure as an option. If I did, I was already as good as dead.
"We use the citizens of Tokyo as fodder as we flank from behind," I commanded with a growl, pacing back and forth before finally stopping to look out the window once again. I watched as the creature stomped on a tank headed his way. I shrugged at the sight before glancing back at my squad with a concerned look plastered over my face.
"A distraction. I like it. Sacrifice the few to save the many," Zero commented, understanding the plan to a tee. I nodded my head in his direction, still watching as the overgrown lizard stood its ground and swatted away at a helicopter that tried to swing around its head. The helicopter flew far in the opposite direction, smashing to pieces against the bloodbath, catching fire as I watched on in shock and awe.
"Precisely. Are we ready for deployment?" I asked quickly, wanting to take down this animal as quickly as possible before more people got hurt than they had to.
"Yes, we're good to go," he responded, making his way towards the front of the plane, between the many rows of knights that stood at the ready.
"Pilot! Park on that roof! We'll bring the zip lines!" he yelled, the plane starting to descend atop the highest building of Tokyo, Midtown Tower. It stood at eight-hundred and fourteen feet, a beacon of hope that remained despite the catastrophe.
The men and women fled the plane in an orderly fashion, preparing themselves for the battle of a lifetime. I followed closely behind, watching as several knights made a running jump from the roof towards the overgrown monster if only to give it a harsh slash against the back, drawing blood, but dying as they hit the concrete like all the others. Still, it was a sign that the monster was not invincible, a fact that remained unsure until now.
"White Nights! Aim your zip lines on Godzilla and shoot! Slide down and slash with all your might! If you're really lucky, I think you can catch on to the scales and keep on slashing, letting you fight another day." They followed my words almost as if they were brainwashed. I watched the hooks pierce his scales over and over, his anger let out on the police force that came at his feet at all sides with the best weapons they could muster. Useless. They were stomped out rather quickly, several thrown with a swing of the tail. I let out a laugh as their force was caught off guard, swinging into the side of a building.
"Zero, report!" I hollered, the captain standing in front of me, his eyes looking a bit more concerned as the time pasted by. He tilted his head and scratched his chin, making sure to keep looking over his shoulder for any sign of danger as he pondered an answer.
"Not good, sir. He's spotting us. We believe he's headed this way and the zip line wounds aren't doing nearly as much as expected. It seems relatively unharmed, not even showing any signs of stopping," Zero spoke somberly, continuously looking over that shoulder of his. You can never be too safe.
"How are our numbers?" I asked him in disbelief, trying to think of a way to slay the giant dragon once and for all.
"I haven't done a headcount but we're less than half, sir." The answer devastated me. How could we have had absolutely no effect? Was there no way to stop the rampaging Goliath from smashing the city to bits?
That's when they arrived - the men and women who have been fighting this thing from the start in numerous impenetrable black helicopters with machine guns strapped to the sides. They're mere presence was intimidating, but was it enough? I watched as they rained down explosives on the beast, disorienting him with each hit.
The sound of faint static can be heard from the side of McHannon, his radio buzzing with a connection. Who could be radioing us in at a time like this? It boggled the mind.
"Who is it? What do they want? We're a little busy here to take phone calls!" I shouted, Godzilla swiftly spotting us on the roof. We were doomed, I told myself. I was as good as dead now that he knows we were up here.
"It's the helicopters. They call themselves Legion. They wanna help us take down the beast!" he announced to the roar of the other knights who listened in from various places they perched themselves on the roof.
Tell them to lead this walking asshole as close to this roof as possible," I spoke up, hearing gasps from the squad, pleas that I was making a mistake and that they didn't wanna die. I ignored their pleas.
"What the hell are you planning, sir?!" he shouted, worried for my safety as he stood in front of me, blocking my path to the beast who was just close enough now to strike where it hurt, his eyes watching as we conversed. It was only a matter of time before he decided to kill us before we could do the same to it.
"Something crazy. Get out of the way, Zero. This needs to be done!" I shouted, my beliefs flowing through my veins as I watched my fellow nights reaction to the monster, wanting it dead more than they ever wanted anything in their whole entire life to save their livelihood. You could feel the emotion in the air, the sickening, heartached emotion.
"You don't have to do this. There has to be another way!" he shouted, trying to grab my sword away from me. I pulled it back, his hands slipping away from the hilt.
"Our men are dying! This city is dying! It's either now or never, you got that? Now or never! If we can't be successful in our first mission then why fucking bother with a second? The White Nights stand for what's right and what's right is killing that over-sized asshole where he stands!" My emotion bleed to the surface, my face crimson as Zero looked on with accepting eyes. He nodded, finally understanding why we were brought together, what we were willing to sacrifice. He stepped to the side before leaving a few parting words my way.
"In case this goes south and this doesn't work... I don't know if we're going to Heaven or Hell according to the man upstairs but... I'll see you on the other side, Zack. Save me a seat." I smiled, nodding my head in approval.
"We're going to Heaven, Zero. We're the good guys, remember?"
As soon as the words were said, I sprinted towards the edge of the building as Zero watched me run at top speed past the balcony. The nights watched on, hoping with all they're might that I would finally get the job done. I raised my sword to the air, jumping off and towards the rampaging beast as he let out a terrifying roar, his tongue exposed and ready for me to cut it off.
It was all or nothing on this day.
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THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! I peeked at the chair behind me, watching as a child no older than eight years old continued to kick my seat with an angry look on his face. In each of his hands were a single toy. In one hand, a strong, green dragon on his hind-legs. In the other, a knight scaled much smaller than the horrifying monster, standing in white armor with a shield and a sharp sword in hand.
"What's your name?" I asked the kid kindly, a genuine smile across my face as he smashed them towards each other over and over, having them whale on each other as he muttered heroic words under his breath, pretending the knight was talking to the monster if only for the ape to answer with a grunt.
"Dennis," he finally answered, too enamored with his toys to ever look up and see my face. I forgave him, knowing it was hard to tear your attention from toys or a game you first started getting into. I recalled what it was like as a kid growing up in Boston, the private school uniformity making me want to scream my head off every single weekday. Imagination was scarce. It was the right answer or the wrong answer. My parents practically raised me on prehistoric video games like Earthbound, Rampage and Zelda, hesitant to actually treat me like their only son when their career was obviously more important.
"Hey, Dennis," I spoke, trying to get his attention after the brief pause. He finally looked up from the action figures, an annoyed look across his face as he tilted his head and glanced at his mom for a brief second.
"I'm not supposed to be talking to you, Mister. You could be some crazy person, my mom said," he remarked, a mile long smirk etching across my lips.
"You're mom's a smart lady," I remarked, my mental status obviously in question. It was something I almost took with pride, like as if people who weren't like me were worse off to stay in their boring reality. Least, that's the way I saw it.
"Yep," he rolled his eyes before going back to his toys.
"Hey, you know what that knight needs to defeat Godzilla?" I asked him as I stared at the action figure clenched in his small hand, imagining that jump I made off the building to give him that final blow.
"What?" he asked curiously.
"Something worth fighting for."