Post by tjkernan on Nov 21, 2011 15:03:46 GMT -5
Ultimate WildC.A.T.S. #0.1
"By Fate We All Shall Ride"
TJKernan
Nine Months Ago
The writer Rudyard Kipling once called Milford Sound the 'Eighth Wonder of the World.'. Located within Fiordland National Park in the south west of New Zealand's South Island, the beauty of the area, filled with majestic blue water, rain forests, and small majestic peaks, is legendary.
A man stands alone at the edge of the crystal blue waters that make the fiord that leads to the Tasman Sea. He stands in stark contrast to the lush greens and brown of the rain forest behind him. His skin is chalk white, as is his hair, devoid of all pigment. His is tall and gaunt, and rumors of his amongst the locals is that he is a spirit that haunts the forest. But he is no ghost.
The man cocks his head briefly, drawing his attention from the family of seals he had been watching enjoy their play on the edge of the water nearby.
"I would suppose," declared The Key, not bothering to turn his attention from the rippling water before him, "that whomever you would be, you have, for what you personally feel, an important reason for disturbing my meditations."
Manchester black stepped forward from within the trees, "Indeed, I think I do. But, I must ask, how did you know I was here?"
The Key shrugged, but still did not turn his attention from the waters, "First off, you disturb the breeze. I have spent my time here honing some of my senses. The peace here is an excellent location of such an exercise. I have eleven senses now, I feel it is in my best interest to facilitate their proper usage..."
The Key finally turned to look at the man standing behind him, "In the second, you stink. Your flesh reeks of cigarettes and gun oil. If you wish to continue our conversation, I would suggest that you place your firearms upon the ground, in an act of good faith, and if you light up one of those foul cancer sticks here, besmirching the pristine beauty of this location, You will lose whatever good will you might yet extract from me."
"Your bloody show." said Manchester Black, as he pulled a pistol from inside his black leather duster. He also bent low and pulled another pistol from inside his left boot and placed that on the ground as well, then stood and placed his hands outward, indicating himself free of weapons.
The Key chuckled to himself, shaking his head, "And while the sir is filled with such honesty and disclosure, you might as well dispense with your parlor trick illusions, they mean nothing to one whose eyes have been trained to see beyond trifling veils."
Manchester Black laughed, as his illusion form dissipated and his true form appeared four feet from where he 'stood' seconds before.
"You are indeed, everything I heard you were." said Black, stepping forward and closer to The Key, leaving his real guns on the ground behind him.
The Key shrugged, "You flattery means little to me, so you might as well dispense with the unnecessary and tell me how you found me here and then make your request."
Manchester Black came to stand beside The Key, "When it comes to finding people, I am the best. As to what I want...well, I am putting together a little band of merry men, and I want you to be a part of it."
The Key spread his arms out wide, "And leave paradise? Why would I want to do that? What is it you want to do, and more importantly, what can you offer in compensation to entertain my interest?"
"I want to rule the world." stated Black, very matter-of-factly.
The Key scoffed, "'One hardly saves a world without ruling it.' Is that your intentions? Many before you have tried. Many fools with delusions of their own grandeur. Many have failed. In a world where new super-powered, spandex wearing oppositions to your ideas pop up fresh ever day, how exactly do you plan on achieving your goals?"
Manchester Black smiled, and grabbed for his pack of smokes, then stopped himself, "Nice quote. Emil Cioran, I believe. I always admired his pessimistic view. And I have spent years working on my plan from the shadows. Smartly. Quietly. But I need the right type of people to help me achieve my goals. That is why I came here for you."
Black continued, "I am not a fool, not do I have any delusions. And yes, as to your little quote, I do indeed intend to save this world by ruling it. Making it a much better and safer place in the process.
But enough about me, you asked what was in it for you. Well, there will be money, and power..."
The Key turned his attention back towards the water, where a family of whales could be seen out in the distance, "Money means very little to me. If you knew enough to find me, then you know I have the abilities to make whatever cash I so desire. As for power, well, I crave it not in the same way you do."
Manchester Black nodded in agreement, "No, you don't. For you, power means freedom. Freedom to pursuit your interests, such as developing your senses in peace, or finding something new and fascinating to wrap your mind around. You are a fan of keeping your brain busy, solving puzzles, defeating challenges. Well, Mister Key, I have plenty of freedom for you to ring, in that regard..."
The Key stood there for a moment, before speaking, "You know I can hear your heartbeat? Feel your pulse? Hear the change of infliction in your voice. Everything you told me there was the truth, or at very least, the truth as you perceive it. You believe in what you are saying, and that, in the very least, has me intrigued."
"Well then," said Manchester Black, "let me see if I can intrigue you further. I have a puzzle which I need you to solve. Perhaps you would like to come and help me solve it?"
The Key stood for several moments more, staring out at the whales playing in the crisp, blue water. Finally he cocked his head towards Manchester Black, and nodded.
"By Fate We All Shall Ride"
TJKernan
Nine Months Ago
The writer Rudyard Kipling once called Milford Sound the 'Eighth Wonder of the World.'. Located within Fiordland National Park in the south west of New Zealand's South Island, the beauty of the area, filled with majestic blue water, rain forests, and small majestic peaks, is legendary.
A man stands alone at the edge of the crystal blue waters that make the fiord that leads to the Tasman Sea. He stands in stark contrast to the lush greens and brown of the rain forest behind him. His skin is chalk white, as is his hair, devoid of all pigment. His is tall and gaunt, and rumors of his amongst the locals is that he is a spirit that haunts the forest. But he is no ghost.
The man cocks his head briefly, drawing his attention from the family of seals he had been watching enjoy their play on the edge of the water nearby.
"I would suppose," declared The Key, not bothering to turn his attention from the rippling water before him, "that whomever you would be, you have, for what you personally feel, an important reason for disturbing my meditations."
Manchester black stepped forward from within the trees, "Indeed, I think I do. But, I must ask, how did you know I was here?"
The Key shrugged, but still did not turn his attention from the waters, "First off, you disturb the breeze. I have spent my time here honing some of my senses. The peace here is an excellent location of such an exercise. I have eleven senses now, I feel it is in my best interest to facilitate their proper usage..."
The Key finally turned to look at the man standing behind him, "In the second, you stink. Your flesh reeks of cigarettes and gun oil. If you wish to continue our conversation, I would suggest that you place your firearms upon the ground, in an act of good faith, and if you light up one of those foul cancer sticks here, besmirching the pristine beauty of this location, You will lose whatever good will you might yet extract from me."
"Your bloody show." said Manchester Black, as he pulled a pistol from inside his black leather duster. He also bent low and pulled another pistol from inside his left boot and placed that on the ground as well, then stood and placed his hands outward, indicating himself free of weapons.
The Key chuckled to himself, shaking his head, "And while the sir is filled with such honesty and disclosure, you might as well dispense with your parlor trick illusions, they mean nothing to one whose eyes have been trained to see beyond trifling veils."
Manchester Black laughed, as his illusion form dissipated and his true form appeared four feet from where he 'stood' seconds before.
"You are indeed, everything I heard you were." said Black, stepping forward and closer to The Key, leaving his real guns on the ground behind him.
The Key shrugged, "You flattery means little to me, so you might as well dispense with the unnecessary and tell me how you found me here and then make your request."
Manchester Black came to stand beside The Key, "When it comes to finding people, I am the best. As to what I want...well, I am putting together a little band of merry men, and I want you to be a part of it."
The Key spread his arms out wide, "And leave paradise? Why would I want to do that? What is it you want to do, and more importantly, what can you offer in compensation to entertain my interest?"
"I want to rule the world." stated Black, very matter-of-factly.
The Key scoffed, "'One hardly saves a world without ruling it.' Is that your intentions? Many before you have tried. Many fools with delusions of their own grandeur. Many have failed. In a world where new super-powered, spandex wearing oppositions to your ideas pop up fresh ever day, how exactly do you plan on achieving your goals?"
Manchester Black smiled, and grabbed for his pack of smokes, then stopped himself, "Nice quote. Emil Cioran, I believe. I always admired his pessimistic view. And I have spent years working on my plan from the shadows. Smartly. Quietly. But I need the right type of people to help me achieve my goals. That is why I came here for you."
Black continued, "I am not a fool, not do I have any delusions. And yes, as to your little quote, I do indeed intend to save this world by ruling it. Making it a much better and safer place in the process.
But enough about me, you asked what was in it for you. Well, there will be money, and power..."
The Key turned his attention back towards the water, where a family of whales could be seen out in the distance, "Money means very little to me. If you knew enough to find me, then you know I have the abilities to make whatever cash I so desire. As for power, well, I crave it not in the same way you do."
Manchester Black nodded in agreement, "No, you don't. For you, power means freedom. Freedom to pursuit your interests, such as developing your senses in peace, or finding something new and fascinating to wrap your mind around. You are a fan of keeping your brain busy, solving puzzles, defeating challenges. Well, Mister Key, I have plenty of freedom for you to ring, in that regard..."
The Key stood there for a moment, before speaking, "You know I can hear your heartbeat? Feel your pulse? Hear the change of infliction in your voice. Everything you told me there was the truth, or at very least, the truth as you perceive it. You believe in what you are saying, and that, in the very least, has me intrigued."
"Well then," said Manchester Black, "let me see if I can intrigue you further. I have a puzzle which I need you to solve. Perhaps you would like to come and help me solve it?"
The Key stood for several moments more, staring out at the whales playing in the crisp, blue water. Finally he cocked his head towards Manchester Black, and nodded.