Manhattan, U.S.A.
"I can't believe you're going through with this."
"Vhy not?"
"I don't see it working out, Sabre."
"Vhat's not to like, Badwolf?"
Two figures stand atop a 7-floor building in the glamorous Manhattan. One figure stands with two sheaths strapped to his back; his right arm is a grotesque tri-fingered body part. His fur is a scruffy brown with a wolf's face, paws, and tail. He wears an Atlanta Hawks throwback jersey and a pair of torn blue jeans. This man, Ricardo Badwolf wonders if his companion has lost it.
His companion stands tall at 6' 2'' with matted blue fur all over his old body. His arms are nothing but an indestructible, sharp metal alloy. Wearing nothing more but orange trunks with a black belt tied around it, Ludwig von Sabrewulf contemplates on his new decision.
"You are insane Sabre," Badwolf said, "You expect this to go well?"
"Shouldn't be a problem," Sabre said, "I've known Orchid and Jago for a while. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have been so calm before you found me."
Badwolf sighed, staring off into the sunset, "You are something else, old timer. I don't know why I look up to you."
Sabre gave him a noogie, "Heh, you ought to be talking. My wife won't get me whipped! Hah! Dizzy has you on a short leash, doesn't she?"
Badwolf flipped him the bird, "Screw you, Sabre!" As he went downstairs he heard his friend laugh at him.
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Atlantic City, New Jersey
At the Showboat resort/casino, a lone figure stands in the battered remains of Rm. 624. A bounty hunter about 21 years of age stands tall with two shotguns strapped to his waist and 2 katana swords strapped to his back. He wears a St. Louis Cardinals baseball cap backwards, covering is short brown hair, and a blue T-shirt with black denim jeans. He looks around the room. His name is Arcane Justinian, and he's not here for a leisure trip. Arcane is here for the bounty on the brother of Dizzy Badwolf, Rocky Turner. 'This is going to be one hell of a chase,' he thought as he settled in.
Meanwhile, on the Boardwalk, a young male stands near the edge of the beach. His hair is in cornrows, with a zigzag design. His eyes are black as the night that befalls Atlantic City. He wears a Minnesota Vikings jersey and gray sweatpants. As he smokes a Newport, Rocky thinks about his sister and brother-in-law.
'I can't believe I just won the jackpot!' he thinks, 'Dizzy might appreciate it if I gave her some of it. I'll call the house.' His flipped open his phone and speed-dialed the Manhattan mansion.
"Hello?" said a voice on the phone.
"May I speak with Dizzy Badwolf?" said Rocky.
"This is she."
"Hey, sis."
"ROCKY! It's been awhile. How are you doing?"
"I just hit the jackpot at Atlantic City."
"Alright!"
"I'll be there in a day so I can give you some of the profit."
"Thank you little brother. I love you."
"Bye, Dizzy." And he hung up. As he put the cigarette in the sand he saw something getting beat up by three men. He raced to see what it was. To his shock it was a wolf... a werewolf.
"Knock it off!" Rocky said, "Or else you'll pay."
The three guys laughed and one of them tried to attack. In two swift movements, Rocky countered and snapped his neck. The other two ran away, but...
"Leaving so soon?" Rocky said, "Let's make it a Scarlet Night!" A mysterious red aura surrounded the two cowards. Then only red was where they were standing and two screams were heard all over the city. The aura faded and two skulls were left of the pathetic souls.
"Are you OK, kid?" Rocky inquired. The kid was in a blue fur, but with a tinge of red from the beating the thugs gave him.
"I'll be fine," the kid said, "No one's ever stood up for me before."
"It's okay. I'm different from the world as well." He stepped back a few times. With each step a part of his real Gear self emerged. After 6 steps, he had a black wing, a red wing, and a tail with a spike bracelet on his tail.
"WOW!" said the kid.
"Ain't it? What's your name?"
"Blaine. Blaine Harten."
"Well, Blaine, I want you to follow me."
"Why?"
"My brother-in-law is leader of an organization that takes in people like us."
"Do you mean the H.B.O.?"
"Yes."
"I pledge my loyalty to you."
"Good, let's go."
"I can't believe you're going through with this."
"Vhy not?"
"I don't see it working out, Sabre."
"Vhat's not to like, Badwolf?"
Two figures stand atop a 7-floor building in the glamorous Manhattan. One figure stands with two sheaths strapped to his back; his right arm is a grotesque tri-fingered body part. His fur is a scruffy brown with a wolf's face, paws, and tail. He wears an Atlanta Hawks throwback jersey and a pair of torn blue jeans. This man, Ricardo Badwolf wonders if his companion has lost it.
His companion stands tall at 6' 2'' with matted blue fur all over his old body. His arms are nothing but an indestructible, sharp metal alloy. Wearing nothing more but orange trunks with a black belt tied around it, Ludwig von Sabrewulf contemplates on his new decision.
"You are insane Sabre," Badwolf said, "You expect this to go well?"
"Shouldn't be a problem," Sabre said, "I've known Orchid and Jago for a while. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have been so calm before you found me."
Badwolf sighed, staring off into the sunset, "You are something else, old timer. I don't know why I look up to you."
Sabre gave him a noogie, "Heh, you ought to be talking. My wife won't get me whipped! Hah! Dizzy has you on a short leash, doesn't she?"
Badwolf flipped him the bird, "Screw you, Sabre!" As he went downstairs he heard his friend laugh at him.
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Atlantic City, New Jersey
At the Showboat resort/casino, a lone figure stands in the battered remains of Rm. 624. A bounty hunter about 21 years of age stands tall with two shotguns strapped to his waist and 2 katana swords strapped to his back. He wears a St. Louis Cardinals baseball cap backwards, covering is short brown hair, and a blue T-shirt with black denim jeans. He looks around the room. His name is Arcane Justinian, and he's not here for a leisure trip. Arcane is here for the bounty on the brother of Dizzy Badwolf, Rocky Turner. 'This is going to be one hell of a chase,' he thought as he settled in.
Meanwhile, on the Boardwalk, a young male stands near the edge of the beach. His hair is in cornrows, with a zigzag design. His eyes are black as the night that befalls Atlantic City. He wears a Minnesota Vikings jersey and gray sweatpants. As he smokes a Newport, Rocky thinks about his sister and brother-in-law.
'I can't believe I just won the jackpot!' he thinks, 'Dizzy might appreciate it if I gave her some of it. I'll call the house.' His flipped open his phone and speed-dialed the Manhattan mansion.
"Hello?" said a voice on the phone.
"May I speak with Dizzy Badwolf?" said Rocky.
"This is she."
"Hey, sis."
"ROCKY! It's been awhile. How are you doing?"
"I just hit the jackpot at Atlantic City."
"Alright!"
"I'll be there in a day so I can give you some of the profit."
"Thank you little brother. I love you."
"Bye, Dizzy." And he hung up. As he put the cigarette in the sand he saw something getting beat up by three men. He raced to see what it was. To his shock it was a wolf... a werewolf.
"Knock it off!" Rocky said, "Or else you'll pay."
The three guys laughed and one of them tried to attack. In two swift movements, Rocky countered and snapped his neck. The other two ran away, but...
"Leaving so soon?" Rocky said, "Let's make it a Scarlet Night!" A mysterious red aura surrounded the two cowards. Then only red was where they were standing and two screams were heard all over the city. The aura faded and two skulls were left of the pathetic souls.
"Are you OK, kid?" Rocky inquired. The kid was in a blue fur, but with a tinge of red from the beating the thugs gave him.
"I'll be fine," the kid said, "No one's ever stood up for me before."
"It's okay. I'm different from the world as well." He stepped back a few times. With each step a part of his real Gear self emerged. After 6 steps, he had a black wing, a red wing, and a tail with a spike bracelet on his tail.
"WOW!" said the kid.
"Ain't it? What's your name?"
"Blaine. Blaine Harten."
"Well, Blaine, I want you to follow me."
"Why?"
"My brother-in-law is leader of an organization that takes in people like us."
"Do you mean the H.B.O.?"
"Yes."
"I pledge my loyalty to you."
"Good, let's go."