Post by The Crimson Ghost! on Feb 5, 2009 16:50:04 GMT -5
(Scene opens up to Aragato staring up at Declan Prescott, shouting his crazy gibberish and sneering at Declan, occasionally jabbing his fingers into the president's chest. despite being taller, weighing more and being the World Champion with a better win record, Declan appears to be backing up when he's able, clearly not wanting to engage. Komosube is there, keeping Aragato from doing something rash.)
Declan: Jesus, can't you put that guy on a leash or something?! What the hell is his problem?!
Aragato: SPHJFAH! SHIGEROSTUGH! GRALKGH!
Declan:(holding up hands) Easy, man...
(Komosube muscles past Aragato, who doesn't take offense to the action in the least, and merely backs off, though the anger in his eyes does not diminish.)
Komosube: None can predict Aragato, King of the Deathmatch! But do not focus on the man any more!
(Komosube turns to the camera.)
Komosube: Last Sentinel, I was robbed by Brown-san's ugly, round eye barbarian family. I had not the chance to destroy the fat black man who angered me once and for all, a chance that will not be squandered at this "Black Axis." While you, Prescott-san, single handedly annihilate the Brown cousin and that Trick-Or-Treat shit head...
(Declan Prescott nods in silent agreement at the scenario painted by Komosube, clearly liking the idea.)
Komosube: I will rip the life from that disgusting excuse from a human being! From the uppermost turnbuckle I shall reach up and kiss the gods, and from the perch up high I shall drive Brown's head into the ground! He will succumb to the might of the Kamikaze Smash, and shall know to fear and respect the Might of Hiroshima!
(from this Komosube begins cursing and shouting in rapid-fire Japanese, with Declan looking up at him awkwardly, alternating between glimpses at Komosube and glances at the camera, clearly unsure of what to do here. Aragato's gibberish can be heard off camera, and Komosube is interrupted from his rant, and Declan and Komosube both glance over. The camera follows. There, side by side is Aragato and Cara, with Cara actually being the taller one in the shot, due to Aragato's crouching. Aragato his gesturing with his hands and flexing his thighs, and completely nonsexually slaps Cara's thigh briefly, before slapping his own.)
Aragato: FLAGHSTUBATO! HEYEHREAH!
(Cara nods in understanding.)
Cara: Yeah, it does take constant exercise to keep them in shape. You know a lot of dieting is required...and...*continues to talk fitness*
(Aragato and Cara seem to be communicating perfectly. Declan turns around in disbelief, and Komosube follows suit, Komosube looking at the camera wide-eyed and cross-eyed, Declan looking at Komosube sort of comatose. They both speak at the same time.)
Declan: You mean to me they can talk to each other?
Komosube(subtitled.): The little anorexic stripper actually understands what he's saying? Fucking incredible!
(Komosube actually sort of faints, comical anime style, and Declan snaps out of it, and walks over to Aragato, who continues conversing with Cara and using somewhat personal body language, though he clearly isn't making any advances romantically. Nonetheless, Declan puts his hand on Aragato's shoulder.)
Declan: Hey, buddy, you're getting a little touchy feely...
(Aragato's widen with rage, and he turns on a dime, biting Declan's hand fiercely as the man hollers in pain, jerking the hand away as soon as Aragato lets go, painted teeth gleaming with just the faintest hint of blood. The camera returns to Komosube as Aragato runs over to Komosube, leaping on the man's shoulder in a strange pose, flashing the "V for Victory" sign to the camera, as Komosube strikes a power stance and flexes his arms. In the background Declan is mouthing the words "what the fuck," and Cara is caring for his bite wound, though she is struggling not to laugh-just one of those moments that strikes you for no reason-. Aragato and Komosube both shout at the camera at the same time.)
Hiroshima: HIROSHIMA! FOREVER!(this is in English, aside from the name "hiroshima.")
(the camera fades to, as always, an image of the mushroom cloud from the bombing of Hiroshima, before fading to black.)
OOC: And as I said before, I think out of all my rps, I loved writing this one. Couldn't tell you why.
Declan: Jesus, can't you put that guy on a leash or something?! What the hell is his problem?!
Aragato: SPHJFAH! SHIGEROSTUGH! GRALKGH!
Declan:(holding up hands) Easy, man...
(Komosube muscles past Aragato, who doesn't take offense to the action in the least, and merely backs off, though the anger in his eyes does not diminish.)
Komosube: None can predict Aragato, King of the Deathmatch! But do not focus on the man any more!
(Komosube turns to the camera.)
Komosube: Last Sentinel, I was robbed by Brown-san's ugly, round eye barbarian family. I had not the chance to destroy the fat black man who angered me once and for all, a chance that will not be squandered at this "Black Axis." While you, Prescott-san, single handedly annihilate the Brown cousin and that Trick-Or-Treat shit head...
(Declan Prescott nods in silent agreement at the scenario painted by Komosube, clearly liking the idea.)
Komosube: I will rip the life from that disgusting excuse from a human being! From the uppermost turnbuckle I shall reach up and kiss the gods, and from the perch up high I shall drive Brown's head into the ground! He will succumb to the might of the Kamikaze Smash, and shall know to fear and respect the Might of Hiroshima!
(from this Komosube begins cursing and shouting in rapid-fire Japanese, with Declan looking up at him awkwardly, alternating between glimpses at Komosube and glances at the camera, clearly unsure of what to do here. Aragato's gibberish can be heard off camera, and Komosube is interrupted from his rant, and Declan and Komosube both glance over. The camera follows. There, side by side is Aragato and Cara, with Cara actually being the taller one in the shot, due to Aragato's crouching. Aragato his gesturing with his hands and flexing his thighs, and completely nonsexually slaps Cara's thigh briefly, before slapping his own.)
Aragato: FLAGHSTUBATO! HEYEHREAH!
(Cara nods in understanding.)
Cara: Yeah, it does take constant exercise to keep them in shape. You know a lot of dieting is required...and...*continues to talk fitness*
(Aragato and Cara seem to be communicating perfectly. Declan turns around in disbelief, and Komosube follows suit, Komosube looking at the camera wide-eyed and cross-eyed, Declan looking at Komosube sort of comatose. They both speak at the same time.)
Declan: You mean to me they can talk to each other?
Komosube(subtitled.): The little anorexic stripper actually understands what he's saying? Fucking incredible!
(Komosube actually sort of faints, comical anime style, and Declan snaps out of it, and walks over to Aragato, who continues conversing with Cara and using somewhat personal body language, though he clearly isn't making any advances romantically. Nonetheless, Declan puts his hand on Aragato's shoulder.)
Declan: Hey, buddy, you're getting a little touchy feely...
(Aragato's widen with rage, and he turns on a dime, biting Declan's hand fiercely as the man hollers in pain, jerking the hand away as soon as Aragato lets go, painted teeth gleaming with just the faintest hint of blood. The camera returns to Komosube as Aragato runs over to Komosube, leaping on the man's shoulder in a strange pose, flashing the "V for Victory" sign to the camera, as Komosube strikes a power stance and flexes his arms. In the background Declan is mouthing the words "what the fuck," and Cara is caring for his bite wound, though she is struggling not to laugh-just one of those moments that strikes you for no reason-. Aragato and Komosube both shout at the camera at the same time.)
Hiroshima: HIROSHIMA! FOREVER!(this is in English, aside from the name "hiroshima.")
(the camera fades to, as always, an image of the mushroom cloud from the bombing of Hiroshima, before fading to black.)
OOC: And as I said before, I think out of all my rps, I loved writing this one. Couldn't tell you why.
