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Apr. 11th, 2013 01:52 amIt isn't easy seeing the world you knew after you so very clearly died. Sometimes he has nightmares about it with his blood splattered over the street and Rose screaming like a wounded animal. All of the guardians had their ghosts. He could see it in 'Bro's' face. The only one that didn't seem so affected was old man Crocker. He smiled casually and let things just slide on by.
Dave didn't know how he did it.
The daily grind back up to the top of the food chain was so simple, he almost laughed. It wasn't long at all before Strider Films rose again from the ashes. He's been tempted to go with a rename just for kicks. He doesn't.
What he does do is install himself in Los Angles, near the sea. It's the closest he has come to confronting his dreams. Some things are best left alone. As he makes his voice carry messages to the masses again, he keeps an eye on the rising stars. The eight players of the session are so different from their elder counterparts. The young man sharing his face goes through college and enters the music world. He makes a name for himself in ways that are different from the media director.
Dave knew how to rap but his voice, and training didn't hold a candle to DJ Knight. He made the music bend to his will and drew song from a stone. But that was a front for his activities abroad. Both Time knights did their secret covert operations, but the dj openly showed his face when he helped out in other countries along side Jade Harley. Those two waged their war against famine, war, violence, and other such things.
Then there is John. He'd been seeing a lot of him lately. Unlike John Crocker, Egbert had become strong and decisive. He didn't ignore the world. No. Dave looks up from checking Knight's tour dates against his filming schedule when there's a heavy knock on his door. On habit checks to make sure his sword will be in his hand when it comes out of the sylladex and makes his way across his house. The breeze from the sea washes over him from an open window and he shuts his eyes.
Then he's at the door, undoing the locks and opening it. His eyebrows raise. "Speaking of the devil. What do you want with the Dave senior, wind master?"
Dave didn't know how he did it.
The daily grind back up to the top of the food chain was so simple, he almost laughed. It wasn't long at all before Strider Films rose again from the ashes. He's been tempted to go with a rename just for kicks. He doesn't.
What he does do is install himself in Los Angles, near the sea. It's the closest he has come to confronting his dreams. Some things are best left alone. As he makes his voice carry messages to the masses again, he keeps an eye on the rising stars. The eight players of the session are so different from their elder counterparts. The young man sharing his face goes through college and enters the music world. He makes a name for himself in ways that are different from the media director.
Dave knew how to rap but his voice, and training didn't hold a candle to DJ Knight. He made the music bend to his will and drew song from a stone. But that was a front for his activities abroad. Both Time knights did their secret covert operations, but the dj openly showed his face when he helped out in other countries along side Jade Harley. Those two waged their war against famine, war, violence, and other such things.
Then there is John. He'd been seeing a lot of him lately. Unlike John Crocker, Egbert had become strong and decisive. He didn't ignore the world. No. Dave looks up from checking Knight's tour dates against his filming schedule when there's a heavy knock on his door. On habit checks to make sure his sword will be in his hand when it comes out of the sylladex and makes his way across his house. The breeze from the sea washes over him from an open window and he shuts his eyes.
Then he's at the door, undoing the locks and opening it. His eyebrows raise. "Speaking of the devil. What do you want with the Dave senior, wind master?"
