Dovescape(O2A)

[skylerhigh]

Buildings are REALLY high in Japan. Hence why normal people would think anyone stupid enough to sit on the edge of one of those skyscrapers is, well, stupid. Dylan Ryder, however, remains calm and collected as he hangs his legs over the edge of one of the buildings, staring into the horizon. His black clothes flicker white, and his hair also becomes white a few seconds later. His eyes turn from a hazel brown to a very light blue, but despite what anyone else would see as some sort of freakish change in appearance, Dylan simply remains staring at the passing clouds. A presence behind him, however, will change his life forever.

Dylan.

Dylan looks around but cannot see anything until a flash of gold light nearly blinds him. He rubs his eyes, but when he is finally able to open them again, he sees the form of a giant winged humanoid. Logically, his mind flitters to the possibility of an angel, but he disregards it, as logic itself denies that they would appear to most normal people. Unfortunately, Dylan is not a normal person.

Yes, I am an angel. One of the LORD's angels at that. My name is Varia.

Dylan: So what do you want?

You're going to treat me this badly, when I'm your saviour's messenger?

Dylan: I treat everybody this badly. What do you want?

Sounds right. Dylan, I'm here as a messenger to make you the next Messenger.

Dylan: What's that supposed to mean?

Exactly what it sounds. For twenty years, I've served the LORD as faithfully as I could, delivering his message to those on Earth who need to hear it. You, however, are to be given a slightly different assignment. You must accept Silvia Banks' invitation to join Global Championship Wrestling. Your job is to bring the LORD's message to those who will join.

Dylan: Like a preacher? No thanks.

Not at all like a preacher. Your job will require you to beat the best. Only then will people listen to you.

Dylan: Why should I do this? What possible incentive does it have for me?

Nothing. Save your eternal soul, of course. I'm sure the LORD would rather you did this than you didn't.

A pause. Dylan shakes his head, then stands.

Dylan: So be it.

It is done.

The angel disappears and Dylan walks back into the building itself. He turns his head before leaving, however, to see a flock of beautiful, graceful white doves flying past.

This is the sign, Dylan. When you see the doves, I will be there. Travel well.

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A few weeks later...

Dylan's hotel room in Chicago is not extravagant, but it is enough. However, getting bored of wasting time, Dylan puts down the room's obligatory bible and heads out the door, only to see someone looking at him on his right. Dylan notices that his black clothes have just flickered white again, and he shakes his now white hair out of his face.

Dylan: Can I help you?

[v]

"That..... is a very unique trick young man."

A tall slender man stands at the end of the hallway. Somewhat tinted glasses, his hair medium length, cut at his neck. Dressed in a white almost, priest like garb. White finger length gloves cover his hands as he pushes his glasses up on his face a bit with his right index finger. His almost pitch black hair barely seems to move as he walks a short distance forward, keeping a weary amount of paces away from the.... white haired warrior. The man bows his head ever so slightly with a confident, almost demure smile on his face.

"I represent a... somewhat unique man in his own right, he has expressed dire interest in this..... less than lovely place of Chicago. I am to try and find.. those who would captivate his attention upon his arrival. Fear not... though I doubt you are the kind of man that knows of fear..... he has no intention of me trying to.. recruit anyone, or buy anyone off. No selling of Souls here yes? Simply... wishes to create a kind of..... understanding, if you will."

The slender man readjusts his glasses once more with that same, smug looking smile upon his face. Not a smirk nor grin, more of an everlasting look of... knowledge. He takes a couple more steps in the direction of the young white haired one, but to the far left, near against the far side wall. Keeping a somewhat secure distance.

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Dylan stares at the man intently at he speaks, suspicious and alert as always. He sense something... something in the man's voice that just doesn't ring true. Regardless, his mouth works faster than his brain and he speaks anyway in his usual impatient tone.

Dylan: Listen. First off, my soul is my business, and no-one else's. Let's get that straight. I don't trust you. Mostly because I don't know you. If you're suggesting an alliance, I'll hold off. I'm my own man. Prove to me that you're honest, and that you have a name.

Dylan's appearance flickers again, his black outfit appearing briefly and then disappearing just as quickly.

[v]

"Soul exchanges and other such trivial business practices are not of my, nor the man I represents intent. Alliances... can prove to be fleeting, don't you agree? Sometimes that which we are told to be fact, in turn is revealed to be fiction. I am simply here due to my associates wish, I have no intent to fight you... my name? Hmm.... you can call me..

Archer.

Trusting people in general is not something many do... nor, something many should do in my estimation. You have good instincts... Mr...... Ryder, is it? I believe that is your name.... very unique in it's own right. My associate who wishes for the time being to remain nameless, asked m simply to explore Chicago. See if there was anyone who was not... dull, see if there was anyone of worth while in the general area. Reconnaissance I suppose. You were one of the first names I had managed to gather through information.... you, are not an easy person to find, Mr. Ryder."

Archer readjusts his glasses on his face with another smile, the light unable to breach them. Only his vision passes seamlessly through the inside of the frame. He tilts his head oh so slightly on an angle as once more the... unusual transformation like occurrence, occurs. The demure smile takes center stage once more, he casts his gaze slightly down to Ryder's feet with no haste. Hm. Archer raises his eyes back to meet those of Ryder's before he tightens the white finger length gloves on his hands tightly.

[skylerhigh]

Dylan: Thanks. I try hard to be avoided. As for being of worth, well, that's for your 'associate' to find out when the dawn of the GWC comes, isn't it? Let me get straight to the point, Archer. What do you want with me? I'm not one for lengthy discussions.

[v]

"Mr. Ryder... short are we? Very well, I do not wish to incur any wrath. I am short on time though myself.... I have a, flight to catch as it were. However.. I believe another meeting between yourself and I would be... beneficial to either party. Perhaps.... in the future, you will make use of this yes?"

Archer flicks his right wrist upward, a small plain white card pops up from under his sleeve. He takes the card into his hand and jabs it into the side of the wall immediately to the left of his head. Readjusting his glasses once more, Archer looks to Ryder once more before bowing his head again. His card left, his name, his contact number. Few and far between have been granted access to such privilege. Archer's associate, deemed Mr. Ryder worthy of that cause. So it be. Archer bows once more before clasping his hands together in a sign of peace, behind his back. He walks on through the halls, humming a disturbing tune as he goes.

[skylerhigh]

Dylan walks to the wall and pulls the card out. He goes to take a quick glance at Archer but only his coat is visible and then nothing as Archer turns the corner. Dylan's clothes flicker back to a permanent black and his hair goes spiked blonde again. He pockets the card and walks the opposite direction into the elevator and heads downstairs.