[Backdated to the last day of the virus | Video]
[See a metal door. See a metal door being sliced in half, and kicked down with apparent force. See the intruder approach and realize- ohshit, it's Travis Touchdown. He's got his beam katana in one hand, and just apparently finished killing a bunch of henchmen in the other room, as there's blood trailing in from the previous floor.
He waltzes forward, a cocky look on his face, shouting the whole while.]
Is this all you've got, fuckhead? No wonder you're only seventh.
[The only response at first is just clapping. Yosuke appears from behind a nearby steel pole and just grins, shifting his weapon across his shoulders.]
Wow, you actually made it this far. I'm impressed- only not really. Most of my henchmen suck anyway, no surprise you killed them. [He yawns.] Are you done bitching yet? Come on, show me what you've got. You said you'll show me what you can do with your "beam katana," so bring it, punk ass.
[They stand there, both grinning, mocking each other. Travis lets out an amused huff before insulting again.]
Tough talk for someone stuck in the disco era.
[Yosuke snorts his disapproval.]
Are you stupid? It's the city wear, dumbass.
[Travis just begins laughing at this.]
Dude, I live in the city. We do not fucking dress like that.
[Only a gleam can be seen from Yosuke's eyes, hands shifting over his triple nun-chuck.]
Your loss on the fashion world, man. Just hurry up and die already.
[From there, it's a whirl. The camera tries to focus on the two as they fight, but things get knocked over, one actually bludgeoning the video and causing it to go to static. There's nothing but silence and fuzzy lines for over a good minute or so, but soon, the camera comes back. It's apparent that time has passed since, as things are completely in a mess and there are burn and smash marks everywhere.
And standing in the middle of the room, is Travis, beam katana shoved so close to Yosuke's face it nearly singes his hair. There's no contest on who won this fight, it's clear that the one who's standing is the victor.]
I already told you, kid- I'm not gonna let some punk ass bitch get in my way of being the best of the best.
So kill me, then. That's the rules.
Heh. [He whirls the blade once, and plants it in the ground, in the space between Yosuke's legs, causing him to flinch a bit.] You're not from my world, kid. Go home. Or else I will do the honors and cut off your balls, for being a shithead.
[The video cuts out as Yosuke glares daggers at Travis, gets up, and goes for his weapon, Travis diving towards him.]
[[Red is Travis, orange is Yosuke. Yosuke won't be replying to this post, as he's running off to hide his ass somewhere. Fedora, feel free to have Travis answer any questions and threadjack where he pleases.
I can HTML, really. :|||||;]]
He waltzes forward, a cocky look on his face, shouting the whole while.]
Is this all you've got, fuckhead? No wonder you're only seventh.
[The only response at first is just clapping. Yosuke appears from behind a nearby steel pole and just grins, shifting his weapon across his shoulders.]
Wow, you actually made it this far. I'm impressed- only not really. Most of my henchmen suck anyway, no surprise you killed them. [He yawns.] Are you done bitching yet? Come on, show me what you've got. You said you'll show me what you can do with your "beam katana," so bring it, punk ass.
[They stand there, both grinning, mocking each other. Travis lets out an amused huff before insulting again.]
Tough talk for someone stuck in the disco era.
[Yosuke snorts his disapproval.]
Are you stupid? It's the city wear, dumbass.
[Travis just begins laughing at this.]
Dude, I live in the city. We do not fucking dress like that.
[Only a gleam can be seen from Yosuke's eyes, hands shifting over his triple nun-chuck.]
Your loss on the fashion world, man. Just hurry up and die already.
[From there, it's a whirl. The camera tries to focus on the two as they fight, but things get knocked over, one actually bludgeoning the video and causing it to go to static. There's nothing but silence and fuzzy lines for over a good minute or so, but soon, the camera comes back. It's apparent that time has passed since, as things are completely in a mess and there are burn and smash marks everywhere.
And standing in the middle of the room, is Travis, beam katana shoved so close to Yosuke's face it nearly singes his hair. There's no contest on who won this fight, it's clear that the one who's standing is the victor.]
I already told you, kid- I'm not gonna let some punk ass bitch get in my way of being the best of the best.
So kill me, then. That's the rules.
Heh. [He whirls the blade once, and plants it in the ground, in the space between Yosuke's legs, causing him to flinch a bit.] You're not from my world, kid. Go home. Or else I will do the honors and cut off your balls, for being a shithead.
[The video cuts out as Yosuke glares daggers at Travis, gets up, and goes for his weapon, Travis diving towards him.]
[[Red is Travis, orange is Yosuke. Yosuke won't be replying to this post, as he's running off to hide his ass somewhere. Fedora, feel free to have Travis answer any questions and threadjack where he pleases.
I can HTML, really. :|||||;]]