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The Legacy Act 2 W.I.P.INT. THE LEGACY HQ; MAIN HALL - NIGHTThe Legacy Act 2 W.I.P. by ~DiscordsDestiny
A silhouette walks cautiously in the shadowy hall. They looks around, briefly. As they step onto the hard floor, they make a soft cracking noise.
There's a small bright light on the other end of this hall. It's not daylight, but electric light. As they step towards the light, its form becomes clear: it's a young woman with shimmering skin. This is HIGURASHI MAI.
INT. THE LEGACY'S HQ; TECHNO'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS
The light slightly dances off of her skin, as she enters the light reveals more than slightly glowing skin. She's a walking glass sculpture...but the being she meets is stranger. Wesley Adams, A.K.A. "TECHNO" is a human torso, arms and head attached, but he is missing his legs.
They're replaced with cables, wires, tubes and mechanics as they raise him higher or lower. Surrounding him are monitors, giving him data from all around the world...
Techno, why'd you wake me in the middle of the night...
One of the monitors lowers to
The Legacy Teaser + Act 1TEASERThe Legacy Teaser + Act 1 by ~DiscordsDestiny
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - NIGHT
The room is dark. He sits in a chair, across from a man in a suit. Black overcoat draping over his chair. Head hanging in concentration. Hands chained to the table.
Come on, Slade. Tell me what happened.
The man smirks, as he takes a long, exasperated breath. He lifts his head up to look at this man. SLADE DAWSON is his name.
What's there to say? I did my job, now I'm being charged for a murder I didn't commit...
The Interrogator, a bald man in a suit, shakes his head.
You killed a young lady in cold blood.
Slade glances at him, irate...
Didn't you hear me, old man? I didn't kill any innocents! And, besides, I was three blocks away from the crime scene!
The interrogator leans onto the table, leering at Slade.
Aren't you known for your...inhuman speed...?
Slade glares into his eyes, with his steel-blue eyes...
You're as impossible as you are incompetent...
EXT. FLASHBACK - MADRID - NIGHT
Revan Script (W.I.P.)EXT. OLD SHAMBLING HOUSE - EVENINGRevan Script (W.I.P.) by ~DiscordsDestiny
The house is dilapidated. Moss, hanging on the sides like hairs from a balding head. There are no trees around for miles. THUNDER sounds as lightning cracks in the distance...
INT. OLD SHAMBLING HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
The house looks like a step back to the Victorian era. We move down the hall and approach a man, one ZEDOCK DESMOND, dressed in royal garb.
He's finishing a sketch of a strange creature. It appears to be a jester.
(Looking at the sketch...)
Samael... Soon, we will bring a new dark age...
He turns to a nearby bookshelf, as a book floats towards him. He opens it and turns it to a page, quickly glancing at the page's contents.
He closes his eyes and raises the picture into the air.
I make a form...I make a name...for my minion...who shall be the same...He shall perform his destiny...for in truth...he is a part of me...
Suddenly, the lights flicker, wind knocks the windows open, nearly off their hinges! He opens his eyes with a g