The Alright Attorney
Previously AlrightAttorney
"Brother....I'm sorry. I should have been there for you when you needed me. But I wasn't, and know you've gone too far. Now its my task to set things right." These words echoed from a mountain top. No one stood there, rather a strange, ever shifting Black Mass that floated above the ground. "The ones he summonded should be arriving here soon. I guess I should take a more suitable appearance." The mass muttered, its shifting form starting to take a more consistant shape.
It was the form of a man, looking to be in his 50's, with his grey hair and beard constrasting his tan skin. His build was larger, with wide shoulders, and large arms. He wore a grey suit, no tie, and a deep black trench coat. "Alright heroes...Lets hope you live up to the legends we crafted for you.
The man walked down the mountain, and once he reached the base, he noticed the large marble white building. Now, all he can do is wait, standing just outside the door.
"I'm bored and you're still pissing me off." The words were spat out at Issac by a drunk construction worker. The young wastelander was used this kind of torment, but this guy was piloting a construction mech so this could go a little worse than usual. "Get ready for this!"
The mech's large metal fist pulled back, swinging downwards towards Issac. He cursed out, his hand gripping his staff ready to counter-attack. But before he could do anything, a blinding white light surrounded him. "What the hell?" Issac glanced around his body for a moment, before his eyes shifted back towards the fist. It was the last thing he saw before being teleported away.
In an instant, Issac now stood in a room of pure white. It was a simple box shaped room, the walls and floor that blinding white, the only thing standing put being the door that was on the opposite side of him. "This looks nothing like one of Carlito's buildings...Or even Repeat's for that matter." The young hero muttered aloud, trying to make sense of his surroundings.
He still had his staff, which he used to inspect the door's handle, one end poking the doorknob. When nothing seemed to happen, he cautiously grabbed the handle and pushed it open. The room he was greeted by was much more of a looker compared to the previous. It resembled a lounge, wooden flooring and walls, with several chairs and couchs and a grand fire place.
The most noteable feauture however was dozens of similar doors to the one he exited lining the walls. "Guess I'm not the only one here..." Issac muttered. He tried pulling open the other doors, but they all appeared to be locked on the other side. "And it looks like I'm just gonna have to wait for them to introduce themselves." He sighed and made his way to one of the chairs, taking a seat and keeping his eyes on all the doors.
It was the form of a man, looking to be in his 50's, with his grey hair and beard constrasting his tan skin. His build was larger, with wide shoulders, and large arms. He wore a grey suit, no tie, and a deep black trench coat. "Alright heroes...Lets hope you live up to the legends we crafted for you.
The man walked down the mountain, and once he reached the base, he noticed the large marble white building. Now, all he can do is wait, standing just outside the door.
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"I'm bored and you're still pissing me off." The words were spat out at Issac by a drunk construction worker. The young wastelander was used this kind of torment, but this guy was piloting a construction mech so this could go a little worse than usual. "Get ready for this!"
The mech's large metal fist pulled back, swinging downwards towards Issac. He cursed out, his hand gripping his staff ready to counter-attack. But before he could do anything, a blinding white light surrounded him. "What the hell?" Issac glanced around his body for a moment, before his eyes shifted back towards the fist. It was the last thing he saw before being teleported away.
In an instant, Issac now stood in a room of pure white. It was a simple box shaped room, the walls and floor that blinding white, the only thing standing put being the door that was on the opposite side of him. "This looks nothing like one of Carlito's buildings...Or even Repeat's for that matter." The young hero muttered aloud, trying to make sense of his surroundings.
He still had his staff, which he used to inspect the door's handle, one end poking the doorknob. When nothing seemed to happen, he cautiously grabbed the handle and pushed it open. The room he was greeted by was much more of a looker compared to the previous. It resembled a lounge, wooden flooring and walls, with several chairs and couchs and a grand fire place.
The most noteable feauture however was dozens of similar doors to the one he exited lining the walls. "Guess I'm not the only one here..." Issac muttered. He tried pulling open the other doors, but they all appeared to be locked on the other side. "And it looks like I'm just gonna have to wait for them to introduce themselves." He sighed and made his way to one of the chairs, taking a seat and keeping his eyes on all the doors.
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