There’s a Trish voice
Trish: Come in
He went in and cleared his throat. “You know why I’m here, right?”
Lucas Leeves,formerly known as Sir, eyes Edge with unhidden aprehension
Jazz is in his recording studio, recording his new single: ‘Coolboy Bebop’ when he hears realises bad his song is, and runs outside to the streets.
LL: Well, I saw your shirt and something about you is familiar…
Jazz walks across the street and casually plays his saxophone. He sees some shady people across the road, and trying to be cool, joins the conversation
J: Hi
LL: Excuse me?
Edge: Freaking hell.
Takes out knife
Edge: If you all dont tell me why you’re goddamn here , Ill kill you all!
J: Hello fellow boys it is me, none other than the best boy Jazz Swingman Aka Jazz. I am the smoothest Jazz player in the world
Jazz moonwalks
(i am apparently dead now and have no replies )
LL: Jesus. Why am I even here? I though you would be interesting before this goon came along.
LL: What is your name? Your continued attempts to take life seem useful to me. My lust must in some way match yours.
LL: I am a seeker of blood, of allies, and your, um, talent has caught my eye.
Edge halts from stabbing jazz , and turns to look at Lucas Leeves.
Edge: You… interest me too.
Edgeshadow puts his hand out.
E: Would you care to join me for a certain… mission?
LL: Have you anything special about you? Like… POWERS?
Edge: Well…
He slilently laughs , as out walks a young boy with a pencil and a camera. The boy is like a llifeless husk. His pupils are dilated , and his shadow seems to be removed.
Edge: Well i… have a little plaything…