Dreaming
I'm not even going to clean this up. Here's how it came out of my sleep addled head. I'll fill in holes when people ask. z_z
Two average joe types on hard times near the end of their ropes, resorting to begging their rich idols when their favorite pinball machine gives up the ghost, and their idol (still working for the rapidly-downsizing arcade company) moves in to pick up the jealously guarded circuit boards after declaring the machine stone dead.
Three special agents and three keepers, paired units, one a mystic/martial master of incomplete and nearly lost arts, their keeper an average joe trained as classic FBI in a crippled modern post-pseudo-apoc 'collapse' world
Two secret savants trained in an underground facility simulating a cloistered off civilization that maintained the traditions (actually a piecemeal historical mockup), taught a newly found mystic/martial art in its traditional full, artistic form, and taught that the three are their enemy, desecrators.
After tearing through town beating the snot out of each other and having the new units pull ahead, the scene and all actors burst into arcade, causing extensive property damage, a mutually familiar face breaks up the fighting, as the arcade owner and both desperate teens stare in horror (and in the later case, wonder)
Both martial units controlled by a R.O.D.-esque master org who sought to examine the power of the new unit types, both existing to fight external threats in a fashion akin to Hellboy.
Two average joe types on hard times near the end of their ropes, resorting to begging their rich idols when their favorite pinball machine gives up the ghost, and their idol (still working for the rapidly-downsizing arcade company) moves in to pick up the jealously guarded circuit boards after declaring the machine stone dead.
Three special agents and three keepers, paired units, one a mystic/martial master of incomplete and nearly lost arts, their keeper an average joe trained as classic FBI in a crippled modern post-pseudo-apoc 'collapse' world
Two secret savants trained in an underground facility simulating a cloistered off civilization that maintained the traditions (actually a piecemeal historical mockup), taught a newly found mystic/martial art in its traditional full, artistic form, and taught that the three are their enemy, desecrators.
After tearing through town beating the snot out of each other and having the new units pull ahead, the scene and all actors burst into arcade, causing extensive property damage, a mutually familiar face breaks up the fighting, as the arcade owner and both desperate teens stare in horror (and in the later case, wonder)
Both martial units controlled by a R.O.D.-esque master org who sought to examine the power of the new unit types, both existing to fight external threats in a fashion akin to Hellboy.