Post by Karl Storm on Aug 30, 2009 11:45:44 GMT -5
The scene fades in to reveal the leering face of Zelphyn D'Athaal hovering scant inches from the lens of the camera. Moments pass without a word, the only noise being the background hum of unseen machinery and the low hissing of Zelphyn's breath. He stares unblinking into the camera, his head swaying from side to side as he starts to hum gently to himself before suddenly spinning on his heel and walking away, waving his hand for the camera to follow which it dutifully does.
He passes through dimly lit rooms and corridors, the camera occasionally wandering to take in the surroundings yet never slowing enough to be able to discern the true purpose of any of the esoteric machinery or the contents of the glass cylinders filled with liquid, containing ominous shapes that float lifelessly within. Eventually D'Athaal arrives at a large, heavy iron door and he raps his knuckles upon it sharply. Eventually the door opens slowly, old hinges screeching loudly in protest at the strain the action places upon them. As the door inches open a large and brightly lit room is revealed to the camera, in the very middle of the room sits a large oblong shape draped in a heavy black cloth. The object squats ominously in the middle of the otherwise barren room like a trembling monolith, the abyssal shroud draped across it provides a stark contrast to the almost glitteringly white furnished room.
D'Athaal strolls casually towards the centre piece, coming to a halt just in front of it and then spinning on his heel, the action causes his gaudy frock coat to spiral out around him in turn revealing the explosion of colour that is the lining of the garment. He smiles at the camera and beckons it inside the room, reaching out to languidly caress the heavy fabric covering as he waits. With the camera positioned to his liking he leans uncomfortably close to the lens once more and grins broadly, those seemingly perpetually fresh wounds on his face warping with the action. He darts his tongue over his lips repeatedly for a moment before leaning back and once again stroking the cloth as he begins to speak.
I have been remissss.
You ssssee when lasssst I had visitorsss to my humble abode I did sssay that I would reveal to you all what wasss in my delightfully mysteriousss package.
His grin broadens further and he turns his gaze to the object beside him for a moment before flicking his eyes back to the camera and continuing.
However my attention wasss sssomewhat---divided ssso I neglected to fulfill my promissse. And sssay what you like about Zelphyn D'Athaal, but sssay that he keepsss hisss promisesss.
Trussstworthy, you might call me.
His eyes glitter and there is an unmistakable note of sarcasm in his tone, his theatrical pause only giving it time to sink in to those who might be watching.
Ssso here we are once more. And thisss time I have no distractionsss, which meansss I shall show you all jussst what the little surprissse I have isss.
I had consssidered sssaving the "big reveal", ssso to ssspeak, for Sssummer Sssavlation. Presssent it asss a gift for young Wizz Kidd, perhapsss?
Alasss, a promissse isss a promissse. Ssso without further ado, I give you all my ring sssecond for the title match at the pay per view.
His eyes narrow and while his grin never wavers all of the humour drains from his hazel eyes and he snaps a finger, the sharp noise echoing around the room. As soon as his fingers click there is a soft hissing noise and the heavy cloth slides upwards, revealing a large titanium cage that begins to shudder violently as the occupant is assaulted by the bright lights of the room. Large white paws collide with the cage and the camera jumps backwards as the beast within lungs at the bars. White fur bristles as the creature roars, it's red eyes almost glowing with a fierce rage. Eventually the camera inches a little closer to its original spot, panning slowly up and down to take in the imposing specimen of ursine savagery that is contained by the cage.
D'Athaal claps his hands together in glee and the animal responds to the action, slowly backing away from the cage and lowering itself from its hind legs to rest on all fours. It's features are still twisted in a snarl but the fire in its eyes dim somewhat, the light getting less and less fierce as D'Athaal speaks, his voice now a soft hiss that slithers through the air and causes the skin to prickle slightly.
One way or another the new age shall begin to dawn after my decimation of Wizz Kidd, Jeff here isss jussst sssomething of an insssurance policy in the unlikely event of thingsss not going in my favour.
D'Athaal snaps his fingers again and, once more, "Jeff" explodes into life and lunges against the cage, large paws stretching through the bars towards the camera and causing it to back at speed to the doorway. As the camera retreats away D'Athaal drops to his knees beside the cage and tosses his head back, laughing maniacally as the bear rages in its cell.
End Scene.
He passes through dimly lit rooms and corridors, the camera occasionally wandering to take in the surroundings yet never slowing enough to be able to discern the true purpose of any of the esoteric machinery or the contents of the glass cylinders filled with liquid, containing ominous shapes that float lifelessly within. Eventually D'Athaal arrives at a large, heavy iron door and he raps his knuckles upon it sharply. Eventually the door opens slowly, old hinges screeching loudly in protest at the strain the action places upon them. As the door inches open a large and brightly lit room is revealed to the camera, in the very middle of the room sits a large oblong shape draped in a heavy black cloth. The object squats ominously in the middle of the otherwise barren room like a trembling monolith, the abyssal shroud draped across it provides a stark contrast to the almost glitteringly white furnished room.
D'Athaal strolls casually towards the centre piece, coming to a halt just in front of it and then spinning on his heel, the action causes his gaudy frock coat to spiral out around him in turn revealing the explosion of colour that is the lining of the garment. He smiles at the camera and beckons it inside the room, reaching out to languidly caress the heavy fabric covering as he waits. With the camera positioned to his liking he leans uncomfortably close to the lens once more and grins broadly, those seemingly perpetually fresh wounds on his face warping with the action. He darts his tongue over his lips repeatedly for a moment before leaning back and once again stroking the cloth as he begins to speak.
I have been remissss.
You ssssee when lasssst I had visitorsss to my humble abode I did sssay that I would reveal to you all what wasss in my delightfully mysteriousss package.
His grin broadens further and he turns his gaze to the object beside him for a moment before flicking his eyes back to the camera and continuing.
However my attention wasss sssomewhat---divided ssso I neglected to fulfill my promissse. And sssay what you like about Zelphyn D'Athaal, but sssay that he keepsss hisss promisesss.
Trussstworthy, you might call me.
His eyes glitter and there is an unmistakable note of sarcasm in his tone, his theatrical pause only giving it time to sink in to those who might be watching.
Ssso here we are once more. And thisss time I have no distractionsss, which meansss I shall show you all jussst what the little surprissse I have isss.
I had consssidered sssaving the "big reveal", ssso to ssspeak, for Sssummer Sssavlation. Presssent it asss a gift for young Wizz Kidd, perhapsss?
Alasss, a promissse isss a promissse. Ssso without further ado, I give you all my ring sssecond for the title match at the pay per view.
His eyes narrow and while his grin never wavers all of the humour drains from his hazel eyes and he snaps a finger, the sharp noise echoing around the room. As soon as his fingers click there is a soft hissing noise and the heavy cloth slides upwards, revealing a large titanium cage that begins to shudder violently as the occupant is assaulted by the bright lights of the room. Large white paws collide with the cage and the camera jumps backwards as the beast within lungs at the bars. White fur bristles as the creature roars, it's red eyes almost glowing with a fierce rage. Eventually the camera inches a little closer to its original spot, panning slowly up and down to take in the imposing specimen of ursine savagery that is contained by the cage.
D'Athaal claps his hands together in glee and the animal responds to the action, slowly backing away from the cage and lowering itself from its hind legs to rest on all fours. It's features are still twisted in a snarl but the fire in its eyes dim somewhat, the light getting less and less fierce as D'Athaal speaks, his voice now a soft hiss that slithers through the air and causes the skin to prickle slightly.
One way or another the new age shall begin to dawn after my decimation of Wizz Kidd, Jeff here isss jussst sssomething of an insssurance policy in the unlikely event of thingsss not going in my favour.
D'Athaal snaps his fingers again and, once more, "Jeff" explodes into life and lunges against the cage, large paws stretching through the bars towards the camera and causing it to back at speed to the doorway. As the camera retreats away D'Athaal drops to his knees beside the cage and tosses his head back, laughing maniacally as the bear rages in its cell.
End Scene.
