Post by "The Welsh Dragon" Dan White on Nov 2, 2012 17:36:34 GMT -4
Our scene opens up in a room unfamiliar to that which we saw in our first ever viewing of Irver Famori. Instead of the archaic, almost Neanderthalic cave filled with old junk I guess you could call it, this room is clean with white walls, looking similar to a basic hotel room. About three star, nothing too fancy. Does breakfast but doesn’t have a pool. We can see a bed with a wooden frame and freshly puffed up pillows, and next to it a desk, with a completely hooded Famori sitting on the table away from the camera. Upon closer inspection, there are similar maps to the ones we saw in his introduction, along with books and documents spread across both the desk and bed. Famori appears to be in a deep state of reading, when his small, ancient Nokia phone goes off, disturbing his research. He sighs angrily, slamming the book shut, before answering the phone in his typical Eastern European accent.
Famori: Yes?
The voice on the other end of the phone is heard well and sounds distinctly Jewish, and most likely from the Holy Land itself, Israel.
?: Is that a way to greet your Elder?
Famori looks in a state of panic for just a moment, but swiftly turns into an emotion of calm.
Famori: I’m so sorry, Baraziah. I was busy reading. You know, sometimes I just get too obsessed with all this.
There’s a chuckle on the other end of the line.
Baraziah: Oh, Famori. You do study hard. Sometimes too hard. As with the rest of us, you have interests that lie away from the Reliquia.
Famori: Ah, Baraziah, but there is so much I feel I can offer if I study and help! The grand relics that are all around this world! I just know that if I improve my knowledge, I can be a very helpful member for the goals of our group.
Baraziah’s tone turns to one of warm welcoming to one of warning, very quickly.
Baraziah: Well, while your thirst for knowledge is very astounding and will indeed help us, you must remember young Irver that we have much knowledge already. You cannot stress yourself out. You, Constantine and Selwyn have shown great desire and interest in our… “pastime”, but you have to remember that we all as the six of us hold great information. If you stick to the tasks that have been provided to you, you will prosper, my child.
Irver looks a little miffed at being told what to do, but accepts that he isn’t in a position to question his Elder.
Irver: Very well, I understand Baraziah. Perhaps one day I’ll hold the knowledge you or the other Elders do. Perhaps one day I’ll find something that gives me those powers.
Baraziah: Perhaps, but you must stay focused, Irver. Everything is a plan, remember that. We might be all over the world at the moment but we all have our role to play. And one day, we will reap the rewards. And yes, some of us may have been blessed with the enchantments we have been lucky to lay our eyes and hands upon, but some of us have not been so lucky.
Famori: I am aware of those who have been ignorant in their findings, Baraziah. Those that have died, or worse, for their lack of care.
Famori’s tone is darker. Apparently the hobby of relic hunting appears more dangerous than you would believe.
Baraziah: Well that is why we plan, and that is why we are strong together.
Famori looks up, the first time apart from when answering the phone that he has made any movement whatsoever.
Famori: Speaking of which, how are the others? Cromwell and Elizah?
Baraziah: Cromwell is doing well but he remains occupied in his current task. He is keeping tabs on Toll Dubh, who unfortunately are not playing game and are always hiding from our radar. Of course, there is the very serious matter than they are tracking us, which is a likely reality.
Famori: Surely you can sense their whereabouts?
Baraziah: I am afraid I am unavailable, child. They must have had access to the Orbs or something, as my mind has been clouded. Cromwell has natural ability to trace them, he may not have undivine abilities but I have faith in his mortal skills.
Getting a bit much for you guys? Well, hopefully with enough RPs everything will come clear.
Famori: Very well, and Elizah?
Baraziah sighs, a signal perhaps that things aren’t going too well.
Baraziah: Elizah…well, Elizah is fine if you want to consider her health, but I am very concerned with her head. As you are aware she is not happy with the way Constantine speaks about religion-
Famori: -Even though Elizah herself hates the current Papal regime-
Baraziah: -Indeed, but she still considers Constantine a blasphemer, and has accused her of being disrespectful. She ought to know you cannot be disrespectful to another group member’s faith.
Famori: That might be true, but she is well within her rights to have her own opinions. She-
Baraziah: And she must keep them to herself. Constantine is a great asset to our group, and I know she is your friend Irver but you must not allow bias to cloud your view. If bias clouds your view then you will not help us in the ways you want to. Elizah is an Elder in our group, and one that must be respected. You understand, Irver?
Irver responds, but his voice carries more than just a hint of reluctance.
Famori: I do, Baraziah.
Baraziah’s voice quickly changes to that of joy and warmth again, much like at the beginning of the phone conversation. His eagerness to change the subject may suggest that there’s a rift in the group.
Baraziah: Anyways, Irver. I hear you have your first match in the new promotion coming up soon! Let me guess, they have given you a boring hotel room to stay in?
Famori chuckles at how correct Baraziah is, his head appearing to look up and around the room.
Famori: You couldn’t be more correct, Baraziah. White walls, pale blue tiles in the bathroom. It’s disgusting. Bland. A complete lack of motivation to stimulate the mind. I can look out my window and I see museums, parks, and architecture. Admittedly it’s of creative value because it’s American, after all, but I still see things that can challenge my mind! Here? Here, I am in a fate worse than death. It is like I have no mouth, and I must scream. It’s sickening!
There’s a howl of laughter from the other end of the phone, and Baraziah sounds like he has to take a moment to compose himself.
Baraziah: Hahaha, you kids really do tickle me sometimes! But it was your career choice, and you know that the Reliquia Venatores will support you in your endeavours, providing you keep up with your homework.
The camera pans across so we can just see Famori’s mouth, and a dark smile broadens across his face.
Famori: You know where my loyalties lie, Baraziah.
Baraziah: I know, Famori. And it was good to catch up. I will call in about a week, to make sure progress is keeping up. But in the meantime, take care, and we all wish you well in your first match!
Famori: Thank you Baraziah, and you take care too!
Famori hangs up on the phone, and places it down on the table. He looks around, collecting some of the pieces of paper and folders and placing them to one side. Being reminded of his debut, Famori now turns to the camera, where he breaks the fourth wall, as you will. He removes his hood, the light revealing the same greyish skin, distinctive pencil-thin goatee and thick eyebrows, picking up a piece of paper scrawled over with information in crude handwriting, seemingly with no order to it whatsoever.
Famori: So, Mr. Casper Grey. I saw your introduction to APW. I’ve seen what your father has done. And I can see a fraud when I see it.
He looks up to the camera, those piercing red eyes glowing straight into the viewer’s soul, it would seem.
Famori: I have seen frauds everywhere, from bazaar merchants selling counterfeit artefacts in the hope of an easy piece of gold, to deceivers, who will lead you down a blind trial with the aim of troubling your life. And I have also seen frauds, where passion is not detected and something is nothing more than a hobby, a flavour of the month.
He’s certainly not angry as he targets Grey’s lifestyle and background.
Famori: Mr. Grey, you have no passion or desire for this sport, this art of competitive fighting. You have no fucking idea of what this sport can mean to people. I’ll be surprised if you even know the difference between a keylock and a keychain, and no doubt in your stupid, pathetic and vain manner it would no doubt be made of gold and covered with other useless rocks and minerals. Hell, what you might own in useless trinkets won’t even be half the amount of what I’ve seen with my own eyes and touched with my own hands. But no, like the rest of this pathetic generation you’re only interested in something if it shines. As I said, flavour of the month. Next time it will be owning horses or trying to be in a rock band or something equally as inane and futile.
He scrumples up the piece of paper, scowling as he throws it into the bin. Not that details are important, but it knocks off the wall before plopping neatly on top of other rubbish. Famori doesn’t notice, looking back up at the camera.
Famori: I guess that’s how we’d want it anyway. If everyone was keen to look for what we’re looking for, you would only find idiocy. Can you imagine if simpletons like Mr. Grey were looking for life’s greatest objects like we are? There would be no hope. I suppose it is best if those that have inherited wealth and thus are born ignorant and stupid are kept in their shell. But that’s where they should be kept. Not free to plague the wrestling ring. I mean seriously, you have a shit ton of money, what the hell do you want to wrestle for? You could own this place if you wanted to.
Those last two sentences were quite unusual of Famori’s style of speaking, but it was a point he had to make in regards to what he sees these rich kids at.
Famori: And it might sound unusual in itself, why would somebody like me, who has travelled the world in search of information and artefacts, want to enter the wrestling ring?
He sits down, lowering his tone and becoming quite contemplative.
Famori: Well, at least I have a passion for our games. Before I was enlightened, I loved these games. I loved watching them on our television, when I had the chance to. Before the Wall fell you had to be tough anyway, and that’s what set me on my way. I may have become what I am, but I always made sure I had time to wrestle.
Now with the APW, it doesn’t matter what I do. I don’t care about titles, or about credibility. I don’t give a fuck to be quite frank if the crowd cheers me or if they boo me. I don’t care what my peers think of me either. Well, most of them. There are some that I know will share my opinions, most will probably not give a damn or not even acknowledge who I am. And that’s fine. If it stays that way, I’m okay with that and if avoiding championships means I’m lesser known, that’s fine as well. Who the hell needs some artificial strap and some useless rocks to validate themselves anyway? They hold nothing but aesthetic use. They don’t symbolise anything. They’re just following blind faith. Following the Pied Piper.
Famori stands back up, pacing himself a few feet a couple of times before turning to the camera again.
Famori: And this brings me back to Mr. Grey. As I said, you cannot buy passion. You cannot buy skill. To be honest the sooner leeches like you are removed from our games, the sooner we can all move on with our lives. Bloodsuckers like you have no place here, and if it’s my duty to kick you out of APW barely before you’ve jumped through the window, then at least I’ll have done one good deed, and given you one less federation to suck dry with your apathy and greed. Your wealth does not impress me, and it damn sure does not make me think you’re worth any of my time.
Famori turns away from the camera again, and lets out a dark laugh.
Famori: Heheheheh…..let’s wait and see, huh? Let’s wait and see.
And that appears to be it. The camera slowly begins to fade, with Famori silent, side portrait to the camera. It may be the debut for both men come Meltdown, but Famori always holds a great deal of animosity towards Grey. Hopefully it will be a classic.
Or something.
Fade to black.
Famori: Yes?
The voice on the other end of the phone is heard well and sounds distinctly Jewish, and most likely from the Holy Land itself, Israel.
?: Is that a way to greet your Elder?
Famori looks in a state of panic for just a moment, but swiftly turns into an emotion of calm.
Famori: I’m so sorry, Baraziah. I was busy reading. You know, sometimes I just get too obsessed with all this.
There’s a chuckle on the other end of the line.
Baraziah: Oh, Famori. You do study hard. Sometimes too hard. As with the rest of us, you have interests that lie away from the Reliquia.
Famori: Ah, Baraziah, but there is so much I feel I can offer if I study and help! The grand relics that are all around this world! I just know that if I improve my knowledge, I can be a very helpful member for the goals of our group.
Baraziah’s tone turns to one of warm welcoming to one of warning, very quickly.
Baraziah: Well, while your thirst for knowledge is very astounding and will indeed help us, you must remember young Irver that we have much knowledge already. You cannot stress yourself out. You, Constantine and Selwyn have shown great desire and interest in our… “pastime”, but you have to remember that we all as the six of us hold great information. If you stick to the tasks that have been provided to you, you will prosper, my child.
Irver looks a little miffed at being told what to do, but accepts that he isn’t in a position to question his Elder.
Irver: Very well, I understand Baraziah. Perhaps one day I’ll hold the knowledge you or the other Elders do. Perhaps one day I’ll find something that gives me those powers.
Baraziah: Perhaps, but you must stay focused, Irver. Everything is a plan, remember that. We might be all over the world at the moment but we all have our role to play. And one day, we will reap the rewards. And yes, some of us may have been blessed with the enchantments we have been lucky to lay our eyes and hands upon, but some of us have not been so lucky.
Famori: I am aware of those who have been ignorant in their findings, Baraziah. Those that have died, or worse, for their lack of care.
Famori’s tone is darker. Apparently the hobby of relic hunting appears more dangerous than you would believe.
Baraziah: Well that is why we plan, and that is why we are strong together.
Famori looks up, the first time apart from when answering the phone that he has made any movement whatsoever.
Famori: Speaking of which, how are the others? Cromwell and Elizah?
Baraziah: Cromwell is doing well but he remains occupied in his current task. He is keeping tabs on Toll Dubh, who unfortunately are not playing game and are always hiding from our radar. Of course, there is the very serious matter than they are tracking us, which is a likely reality.
Famori: Surely you can sense their whereabouts?
Baraziah: I am afraid I am unavailable, child. They must have had access to the Orbs or something, as my mind has been clouded. Cromwell has natural ability to trace them, he may not have undivine abilities but I have faith in his mortal skills.
Getting a bit much for you guys? Well, hopefully with enough RPs everything will come clear.
Famori: Very well, and Elizah?
Baraziah sighs, a signal perhaps that things aren’t going too well.
Baraziah: Elizah…well, Elizah is fine if you want to consider her health, but I am very concerned with her head. As you are aware she is not happy with the way Constantine speaks about religion-
Famori: -Even though Elizah herself hates the current Papal regime-
Baraziah: -Indeed, but she still considers Constantine a blasphemer, and has accused her of being disrespectful. She ought to know you cannot be disrespectful to another group member’s faith.
Famori: That might be true, but she is well within her rights to have her own opinions. She-
Baraziah: And she must keep them to herself. Constantine is a great asset to our group, and I know she is your friend Irver but you must not allow bias to cloud your view. If bias clouds your view then you will not help us in the ways you want to. Elizah is an Elder in our group, and one that must be respected. You understand, Irver?
Irver responds, but his voice carries more than just a hint of reluctance.
Famori: I do, Baraziah.
Baraziah’s voice quickly changes to that of joy and warmth again, much like at the beginning of the phone conversation. His eagerness to change the subject may suggest that there’s a rift in the group.
Baraziah: Anyways, Irver. I hear you have your first match in the new promotion coming up soon! Let me guess, they have given you a boring hotel room to stay in?
Famori chuckles at how correct Baraziah is, his head appearing to look up and around the room.
Famori: You couldn’t be more correct, Baraziah. White walls, pale blue tiles in the bathroom. It’s disgusting. Bland. A complete lack of motivation to stimulate the mind. I can look out my window and I see museums, parks, and architecture. Admittedly it’s of creative value because it’s American, after all, but I still see things that can challenge my mind! Here? Here, I am in a fate worse than death. It is like I have no mouth, and I must scream. It’s sickening!
There’s a howl of laughter from the other end of the phone, and Baraziah sounds like he has to take a moment to compose himself.
Baraziah: Hahaha, you kids really do tickle me sometimes! But it was your career choice, and you know that the Reliquia Venatores will support you in your endeavours, providing you keep up with your homework.
The camera pans across so we can just see Famori’s mouth, and a dark smile broadens across his face.
Famori: You know where my loyalties lie, Baraziah.
Baraziah: I know, Famori. And it was good to catch up. I will call in about a week, to make sure progress is keeping up. But in the meantime, take care, and we all wish you well in your first match!
Famori: Thank you Baraziah, and you take care too!
Famori hangs up on the phone, and places it down on the table. He looks around, collecting some of the pieces of paper and folders and placing them to one side. Being reminded of his debut, Famori now turns to the camera, where he breaks the fourth wall, as you will. He removes his hood, the light revealing the same greyish skin, distinctive pencil-thin goatee and thick eyebrows, picking up a piece of paper scrawled over with information in crude handwriting, seemingly with no order to it whatsoever.
Famori: So, Mr. Casper Grey. I saw your introduction to APW. I’ve seen what your father has done. And I can see a fraud when I see it.
He looks up to the camera, those piercing red eyes glowing straight into the viewer’s soul, it would seem.
Famori: I have seen frauds everywhere, from bazaar merchants selling counterfeit artefacts in the hope of an easy piece of gold, to deceivers, who will lead you down a blind trial with the aim of troubling your life. And I have also seen frauds, where passion is not detected and something is nothing more than a hobby, a flavour of the month.
He’s certainly not angry as he targets Grey’s lifestyle and background.
Famori: Mr. Grey, you have no passion or desire for this sport, this art of competitive fighting. You have no fucking idea of what this sport can mean to people. I’ll be surprised if you even know the difference between a keylock and a keychain, and no doubt in your stupid, pathetic and vain manner it would no doubt be made of gold and covered with other useless rocks and minerals. Hell, what you might own in useless trinkets won’t even be half the amount of what I’ve seen with my own eyes and touched with my own hands. But no, like the rest of this pathetic generation you’re only interested in something if it shines. As I said, flavour of the month. Next time it will be owning horses or trying to be in a rock band or something equally as inane and futile.
He scrumples up the piece of paper, scowling as he throws it into the bin. Not that details are important, but it knocks off the wall before plopping neatly on top of other rubbish. Famori doesn’t notice, looking back up at the camera.
Famori: I guess that’s how we’d want it anyway. If everyone was keen to look for what we’re looking for, you would only find idiocy. Can you imagine if simpletons like Mr. Grey were looking for life’s greatest objects like we are? There would be no hope. I suppose it is best if those that have inherited wealth and thus are born ignorant and stupid are kept in their shell. But that’s where they should be kept. Not free to plague the wrestling ring. I mean seriously, you have a shit ton of money, what the hell do you want to wrestle for? You could own this place if you wanted to.
Those last two sentences were quite unusual of Famori’s style of speaking, but it was a point he had to make in regards to what he sees these rich kids at.
Famori: And it might sound unusual in itself, why would somebody like me, who has travelled the world in search of information and artefacts, want to enter the wrestling ring?
He sits down, lowering his tone and becoming quite contemplative.
Famori: Well, at least I have a passion for our games. Before I was enlightened, I loved these games. I loved watching them on our television, when I had the chance to. Before the Wall fell you had to be tough anyway, and that’s what set me on my way. I may have become what I am, but I always made sure I had time to wrestle.
Now with the APW, it doesn’t matter what I do. I don’t care about titles, or about credibility. I don’t give a fuck to be quite frank if the crowd cheers me or if they boo me. I don’t care what my peers think of me either. Well, most of them. There are some that I know will share my opinions, most will probably not give a damn or not even acknowledge who I am. And that’s fine. If it stays that way, I’m okay with that and if avoiding championships means I’m lesser known, that’s fine as well. Who the hell needs some artificial strap and some useless rocks to validate themselves anyway? They hold nothing but aesthetic use. They don’t symbolise anything. They’re just following blind faith. Following the Pied Piper.
Famori stands back up, pacing himself a few feet a couple of times before turning to the camera again.
Famori: And this brings me back to Mr. Grey. As I said, you cannot buy passion. You cannot buy skill. To be honest the sooner leeches like you are removed from our games, the sooner we can all move on with our lives. Bloodsuckers like you have no place here, and if it’s my duty to kick you out of APW barely before you’ve jumped through the window, then at least I’ll have done one good deed, and given you one less federation to suck dry with your apathy and greed. Your wealth does not impress me, and it damn sure does not make me think you’re worth any of my time.
Famori turns away from the camera again, and lets out a dark laugh.
Famori: Heheheheh…..let’s wait and see, huh? Let’s wait and see.
And that appears to be it. The camera slowly begins to fade, with Famori silent, side portrait to the camera. It may be the debut for both men come Meltdown, but Famori always holds a great deal of animosity towards Grey. Hopefully it will be a classic.
Or something.
Fade to black.
