Post by James Ranger on Aug 25, 2021 22:26:34 GMT -5
[TAPED]
Antithesis
The familiar flashing * Rec sign appears in the top right corner, the screen offering nothing to the viewers, the rivals providing their attention for a few minutes at a time. You catch the distant sound of the air breeze, gently passing the mic. Though suffice its auditory sense, the video feed pops literally to life as you see Kagome tinkering with the lid before stepping away, a remote in her hand. She giggles a bit as what could not be mistaken, but two local police officers standing with her as she smiles.
The video feed seems to dictate motion in play, as what could only be a drone rising up above Kagome’s height, she taps her left ear as she controls the drone.
He’s over there? Sweet we can get this on the road then.
The drone takes in the area, the countryside of Maeshibushi, the whir of the engine as it zooms across a mile before coming back to Kagome, catching her speaking to the police officers, to which you catch them nod in unison as she controls to turn 80 degrees to the left and zoom out again to the countryside. It reaches to a shrine, pristine both inside and outside of its domain, save for a moving individual walking up to the entrance. The drone zooms in a bit closer, catching a glimpse of the man himself, James Ranger, dressed in simple track suit, the top half tied around his waist, a company tshirt heralding Collision Course on its front, but the emblem of a vicious snake, fangs exposed, coiled around Project Honor, on the back of the shirt.
James smiles as he takes notices of the drone, waving as he produces an almost childish grin. He motions it to come closer, to which drone gets within distance slowly.
“I take it this is a journey i should cherish alongside everyone watching. These are the moments, where men seek to refine themselves, to take what tools that are provided to them and present to the masses what they excel at. You learn to appease those that take in the weak, for some demented reason. I cannot say that my current situation reflects, we are all black sheep to someone in this world.”
James takes a moment to acknowledge the shrine entrance, free of litter as he takes more steps into the grounds themselves. The drone goes high and over the entrance, catching the Black Mamba stopping at the well. He notes a table offering recyclable bowls, each lined up and spaced out for individuals to properly acquired, the sun had been shining high above, producing a shadow of James grabbing the ladle.
The drone zooms and hovers to the left of James as see him pull the ladle up from the well, pouring the clear liquid into the bowl, the sound of it filling the bowl brings a smile to his face once more, as he takes to hanging the ladle at its proper place before taking a step back. He notes the drone again, before raising it in a toast towards the lens.
“Brother Crowley.”
He raises before cupping it gently in both hands, taking a long drink, sparing not a single drop to escape his lips as he continues drinking. He pulls the bowl away, gasping a little, then clearing his throat before folding the bowl and placing it inside the recycle bin upon the right side of the well. The drone repositions again to James’s right but behind him as he takes a step back.
“I would have been worried if i had volunteer to appear on Proving Grounds...and by namesake...my opponents remain to be silent. I would wager my opponents in the tag team tournament take note of the situation: I am here to perform and perform beyond expectations while you come to pick up a check. I don’t believe introductions were properly given before i competed on Fallout. I don’t feel the need arises just yet.”
James wags a hand, while clicking his tongue with each tilt of the finger.
“So dear brother Crowley finds fault even with the unknown. Disgusted he says, the offerings placed before him beneath his status in the world. Quite a mouthful in that statement alone. Though let me help you understand precisely what should be convey….”
A flash of anger seems to be upon James as he glares directly at the lens. He resists the urge to spit on upon the temple grounds.
“Filth as yourself should keep your nose to the pulpit where it should remain. Be alarmed that you were not worthy enough to know your opponent. Time is rather poor excuse for us all, maybe you should request more assistance from your priest.”
“How unfortunate to hear you describe your opponents in a matter of vulgar and disgusting manner unbefitting of your position. maybe I haven't been in Project ordered that long but just hearing you really sets the bar for how I should treat other Proving Grounds wrestlers on a day-to-day basis. clearly my arrival from Fallout is a blessing in itself, dare I say a divine one. For you to say the same breath that you do not know me that I am an enigma puzzles me. put an awesome that same breath you wish to believe that I have caused something by existing on this Mortal plane. I must be imagining something here in this grand picture that you could not be bothered to do much, but please tell me why I should give a damn about the falsehoods you dare utter my presence in the absence of our third opponent?”
James stops and takes to his breathing, his eyes closed for a minute then he inhales deeply then exhales, his arms and hands rising and falling with every breath he makes. he decides to turn back towards the lens, walking towards the center area of the temple, towards the shrine itself. Briefly he takes note of the monk on hand to greet him, stopping to give a deep bow towards the monk in greeting. He doesn’t rise til the monk has halfway finishes rising up himself in greeting. He then takes off his shoes, before walking up the steps, taking his time in admiring the condition of the shrine interior. You take three steps before kneeling on both knees before the statue of Buddha, clasping his hands together in front of his chest. A few moments rise as the view is pulled back as the monk shoos the drone out of the shrine area. You can catch James giggling a bit as he takes more time to pray.
You, as the viewer, notices the battery signal flashing in the left top corner. The drone lands on the ground as you take note of James rising from his sitting position, turning around to step out of the temple. Stopping to again pay respects to the monk, only rising from his bow when the monk has risen from his bow halfway. He leaves with a smile on his, pulling out his trademark sunglasses and wearing them as he shifts his attention to getting his shoes on. He does a quick two hop like he’s doing double dutch, before shuffling his feet and spinning forward, stopping short of the drone itself, scooping it up and smiling at the lens.
“Big package coming to Proving Grounds...courtesy of Fallout Brand...bring protection.”
Antithesis
The familiar flashing * Rec sign appears in the top right corner, the screen offering nothing to the viewers, the rivals providing their attention for a few minutes at a time. You catch the distant sound of the air breeze, gently passing the mic. Though suffice its auditory sense, the video feed pops literally to life as you see Kagome tinkering with the lid before stepping away, a remote in her hand. She giggles a bit as what could not be mistaken, but two local police officers standing with her as she smiles.
The video feed seems to dictate motion in play, as what could only be a drone rising up above Kagome’s height, she taps her left ear as she controls the drone.
He’s over there? Sweet we can get this on the road then.
The drone takes in the area, the countryside of Maeshibushi, the whir of the engine as it zooms across a mile before coming back to Kagome, catching her speaking to the police officers, to which you catch them nod in unison as she controls to turn 80 degrees to the left and zoom out again to the countryside. It reaches to a shrine, pristine both inside and outside of its domain, save for a moving individual walking up to the entrance. The drone zooms in a bit closer, catching a glimpse of the man himself, James Ranger, dressed in simple track suit, the top half tied around his waist, a company tshirt heralding Collision Course on its front, but the emblem of a vicious snake, fangs exposed, coiled around Project Honor, on the back of the shirt.
James smiles as he takes notices of the drone, waving as he produces an almost childish grin. He motions it to come closer, to which drone gets within distance slowly.
“I take it this is a journey i should cherish alongside everyone watching. These are the moments, where men seek to refine themselves, to take what tools that are provided to them and present to the masses what they excel at. You learn to appease those that take in the weak, for some demented reason. I cannot say that my current situation reflects, we are all black sheep to someone in this world.”
James takes a moment to acknowledge the shrine entrance, free of litter as he takes more steps into the grounds themselves. The drone goes high and over the entrance, catching the Black Mamba stopping at the well. He notes a table offering recyclable bowls, each lined up and spaced out for individuals to properly acquired, the sun had been shining high above, producing a shadow of James grabbing the ladle.
The drone zooms and hovers to the left of James as see him pull the ladle up from the well, pouring the clear liquid into the bowl, the sound of it filling the bowl brings a smile to his face once more, as he takes to hanging the ladle at its proper place before taking a step back. He notes the drone again, before raising it in a toast towards the lens.
“Brother Crowley.”
He raises before cupping it gently in both hands, taking a long drink, sparing not a single drop to escape his lips as he continues drinking. He pulls the bowl away, gasping a little, then clearing his throat before folding the bowl and placing it inside the recycle bin upon the right side of the well. The drone repositions again to James’s right but behind him as he takes a step back.
“I would have been worried if i had volunteer to appear on Proving Grounds...and by namesake...my opponents remain to be silent. I would wager my opponents in the tag team tournament take note of the situation: I am here to perform and perform beyond expectations while you come to pick up a check. I don’t believe introductions were properly given before i competed on Fallout. I don’t feel the need arises just yet.”
James wags a hand, while clicking his tongue with each tilt of the finger.
“So dear brother Crowley finds fault even with the unknown. Disgusted he says, the offerings placed before him beneath his status in the world. Quite a mouthful in that statement alone. Though let me help you understand precisely what should be convey….”
A flash of anger seems to be upon James as he glares directly at the lens. He resists the urge to spit on upon the temple grounds.
“Filth as yourself should keep your nose to the pulpit where it should remain. Be alarmed that you were not worthy enough to know your opponent. Time is rather poor excuse for us all, maybe you should request more assistance from your priest.”
“How unfortunate to hear you describe your opponents in a matter of vulgar and disgusting manner unbefitting of your position. maybe I haven't been in Project ordered that long but just hearing you really sets the bar for how I should treat other Proving Grounds wrestlers on a day-to-day basis. clearly my arrival from Fallout is a blessing in itself, dare I say a divine one. For you to say the same breath that you do not know me that I am an enigma puzzles me. put an awesome that same breath you wish to believe that I have caused something by existing on this Mortal plane. I must be imagining something here in this grand picture that you could not be bothered to do much, but please tell me why I should give a damn about the falsehoods you dare utter my presence in the absence of our third opponent?”
James stops and takes to his breathing, his eyes closed for a minute then he inhales deeply then exhales, his arms and hands rising and falling with every breath he makes. he decides to turn back towards the lens, walking towards the center area of the temple, towards the shrine itself. Briefly he takes note of the monk on hand to greet him, stopping to give a deep bow towards the monk in greeting. He doesn’t rise til the monk has halfway finishes rising up himself in greeting. He then takes off his shoes, before walking up the steps, taking his time in admiring the condition of the shrine interior. You take three steps before kneeling on both knees before the statue of Buddha, clasping his hands together in front of his chest. A few moments rise as the view is pulled back as the monk shoos the drone out of the shrine area. You can catch James giggling a bit as he takes more time to pray.
You, as the viewer, notices the battery signal flashing in the left top corner. The drone lands on the ground as you take note of James rising from his sitting position, turning around to step out of the temple. Stopping to again pay respects to the monk, only rising from his bow when the monk has risen from his bow halfway. He leaves with a smile on his, pulling out his trademark sunglasses and wearing them as he shifts his attention to getting his shoes on. He does a quick two hop like he’s doing double dutch, before shuffling his feet and spinning forward, stopping short of the drone itself, scooping it up and smiling at the lens.
“Big package coming to Proving Grounds...courtesy of Fallout Brand...bring protection.”