Kindo Industries: Under New Management (vs. Von Brandt)
Apr 27, 2021 18:11:59 GMT -6
Church and pleasestandby like this
Post by Mundo Kindo on Apr 27, 2021 18:11:59 GMT -6
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Hello?
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Oh good he can’t hear me.
The man focusing on electricity and wires under a large box continues to do so uninterrupted. And good thing too. If something were to go wrong where he is, who knows how bad things might get?
Yeah that would kinda suck.
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Huh. I’m usually pretty good at Murphy’s—
Before I can even finish my sentence, a shock of electricity forces the man away.
Oh well that isn’t too bad.
The man in question shakes his hand before closing the box door. He stands up to look at the interface.
“Alright…all the power in the region is being syphoned to the machine. If that isn’t enough, then…well…”
The man doesn’t finish his sentence. He starts tapping buttons on the keyboard. The attached machine—a large circle with an open space in the middle and a monitor on the top—starts forming static. Static leaks to around the machine’s edges and in the wires leading to where the man is.
He types a bit more and presses a button. The monitor showcases some information.
Las Vegas, Nevada
Current Location
Prime Universe
Yes/No
The man taps a button and the machine accepts the input. Some more electricity begins to form around the middle until said current is swirling. It’s swirling enough that it forms a tornado that fills the circle in the machine.
Forming a smile, the man steps in front of the machine.
“I did it…” he says.
He chuckles for a moment, but soon turns serious.
He inhales.
He exhales.
He jumps towards the electrical circle.
Unfortunately, said circle disappears for a brief moment, sending the man into an empty space. For the moment he’s stuck in that space, the electrical circle forms for yet another second. Not long after, the electrical current gets to be too much and the machine shuts down. That and every other electrical source within Peccole Ranch and Lakes region.
The back-up power in the lab kicks in and the lights within this facility turn back on.
The man gets back up and wanders towards the interface. With a frown as clear as the new illuminated room, he presses a button and any power still going to the now damaged machine turns off.
Huh...he almost had it.
“Who said that?” the man asks.
The man looks left and right. He has no weapon and does not raise his hands.
Wait a minute…
“Who’s there? As an official employee of Black Pyramid, I am under strong protection,” the man says.
Yeah, totally afraid of that.
“Just because I can’t see you doesn’t mean I can’t hear you being patronizing,” the man says.
Well. That’s new.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is Mundo Kindo. A man, who, as of a few moments ago, was nearly blind to the potential of interdimensional travel.
Was.
“I’m sorry, what?” the man—Mundo—asks. “How the hell do you know that? Also, who the hell are you?”
I am but an omniscient narrator who found themself arriving in this place long after you did. I wasn’t really assigned to this position, but given it’s all I’ve ever done I figured it’d be easier to just...keep on doing it.
You can call me Josh.
“None of this making sense…” Mundo mutters. “I’m finally going crazy.”
Nah, this isn’t crazy. Crazy is losing all sense of oneself to form another personality whose only goal is absolute bloodshed. Crazy is believing that battling tradition is some bold strategy. Crazy is taking on a god-like threat and actually winning.
Sorry to say Mundo, but...crazy you ain’t.
Mundo holds his hands over his face.
“Stop that,” he says, muffled through his hands.
I do not, in fact, stop that.
He sighs and throws his hands aside, looking towards the ceiling in a vain attempt to find me.
Just like old times…
Wait am I actually starting to miss Heather…?
“Who’s Heather?” Mundo asks.
Irrelevant.
The point is that I was brought here way after you in the same fashion. You’ve had years in Las Vegas to try and get back to the Prime Dimension. Unfortunately, as Mr. Dukes was so grateful to bring to your attention…
“Ha,” Mundo says in a delightful deadpan.
…you need a power source powerful enough to power said laser.
Too much power.
Sorry, I distract easily.
To buy time whilst I’m explaining, Mundo begins to pick-up pieces of the lab.
Anyway, a good power source would be a Cyclonian crystal or the Eye of Dashi.
“I don’t know what either of those things are,” Mundo says.
Well you’d better learn. In the Prime Dimension any normal person looks at those and things ‘wow, this guy watches cartoons.’ But what they don’t know is that any fictional element has come into existence because of a special laser that brings them to life. For nearly 20 years, this hidden society has done everything they can to keep this secret, including forming four different groups to maintain order.
But that was that dimension.
“You’re telling me that fictional shit is real? And I’m supposed to buy that?” Mundo asks.
You’re talking to an omniscient narrator, what the fuck do you think?
Mundo, smartly, does not respond. He throws some pieces of metal onto the floor.
My point is that this dimension is…different. It’s cut-off. There’s no access to any other dimensions because this world didn’t have the scientists who built it, nor the hero that stopped it and helped facilitate this hidden…well they all call it “The Game” but that’s always been facetious to me.
Basically, a lot of the lasers in the Prime Dimension are powered by these fictional objects. We’re sorta out of luck in this one.
“We?” Mundo asks. “Aren’t you a narrator…thing? Can’t you fuck off back willy-nilly?”
Unknown do I wish it was that easy…
Look, we’ll explain more later. You’ve got more on your plate than worrying about hearing voices in the sky.
“Like what?” Mundo asks.
An alarm starts going off in the lab.
Like that.
Mundo quickly grabs a blue mask with red tape around the mouth. He places it over his face before pressing a button near a speaker.
“Who is it?” he asks.
He presses a few buttons on the panel below the button and a screen above them appears. Another man in a polo and jeans is standing outside a gate.
“Uh…hey, Mr. Kindo? I have the groceries like you wanted…” the man says.
Mundo presses the button again.
“Come on in Nathan,” he says.
He presses yet another button and the gate opens.
The monitor turns off and Mundo steps back.
He inhales.
He exhales.
“Okay, look…you clearly know more about this than me,” Mundo says.
‘Clearly’, he says.
“Are you always this much of an asshole?”
You spend enough time around a rich bitch ghost who died in the prime of her life in high school, you’d turn into an asshole too.
But continue.
“I’ll…play along with this for now, but I expect answers,” Mundo says.
That would be ideal for both of us, yes.
A chime is heard throughout the room. A section of a nearby wall splits horizontally. The man from outside—Nathan—steps into the room carrying some grocery bags. He sets them on the floor and takes a few moments to look around.
“Thank you Mr. Lawrence,” Mundo says.
“No problem Mr. Kindo,” Nathan says.
Oh.
Mundo glances towards the ceiling before rolling his eyes.
“Nathan, I have a question to ask you,” he says.
“What’s up?” Nathan asks.
“What do you—sorry—did you do before…all of this shit?” he asks.
“Well…I was a creator,” Nathan says.
Double oh.
Choosing to ignore me this time, Mundo continues with his interrogation.
“What did you create?” he asks.
“Oh, art, poems, stories, just stuff like that. Why do you ask?” Nathan asks.
“How are you at fighting?”
Nathan cringes. He sucks on his teeth to attempt to maintain some form of professionalism, but it’s already lost because Mundo can hear me talk about how much Nathan is just not here for it.
“Is this about that wrestling thing?” he asks.
“Yes, Nathan, it is. I know you used to wrestle professionally, but how are you at actually fighting?” Mundo asks.
“Oh I can hold my own fairly well. It’s just…my wife doesn’t like me talking about it,” Nathan says.
“Teach me how to fight. I’ll double what I’m paying you,” he says. “I recently found some lucrative offers that will be paying off so and I can afford it.”
Nathan sighs before scratching the back of his neck.
“I’ll have to ask Gwen first, boss man. She’s…often slow to accept new things,” he says.
Triple oh.
Despite my clear objections, Mundo and Nathan shake hands.
“Meet me hear tomorrow and tell me what you can do to help. I’m gonna need it…” Mundo says.
Man I wonder what David is up to? Can’t be any worse than this…
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Hello?
…
…
…
Oh good he can’t hear me.
The man focusing on electricity and wires under a large box continues to do so uninterrupted. And good thing too. If something were to go wrong where he is, who knows how bad things might get?
Yeah that would kinda suck.
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Huh. I’m usually pretty good at Murphy’s—
Before I can even finish my sentence, a shock of electricity forces the man away.
Oh well that isn’t too bad.
The man in question shakes his hand before closing the box door. He stands up to look at the interface.
“Alright…all the power in the region is being syphoned to the machine. If that isn’t enough, then…well…”
The man doesn’t finish his sentence. He starts tapping buttons on the keyboard. The attached machine—a large circle with an open space in the middle and a monitor on the top—starts forming static. Static leaks to around the machine’s edges and in the wires leading to where the man is.
He types a bit more and presses a button. The monitor showcases some information.
Las Vegas, Nevada
Current Location
Prime Universe
Yes/No
The man taps a button and the machine accepts the input. Some more electricity begins to form around the middle until said current is swirling. It’s swirling enough that it forms a tornado that fills the circle in the machine.
Forming a smile, the man steps in front of the machine.
“I did it…” he says.
He chuckles for a moment, but soon turns serious.
He inhales.
He exhales.
He jumps towards the electrical circle.
Unfortunately, said circle disappears for a brief moment, sending the man into an empty space. For the moment he’s stuck in that space, the electrical circle forms for yet another second. Not long after, the electrical current gets to be too much and the machine shuts down. That and every other electrical source within Peccole Ranch and Lakes region.
The back-up power in the lab kicks in and the lights within this facility turn back on.
The man gets back up and wanders towards the interface. With a frown as clear as the new illuminated room, he presses a button and any power still going to the now damaged machine turns off.
Huh...he almost had it.
“Who said that?” the man asks.
The man looks left and right. He has no weapon and does not raise his hands.
Wait a minute…
“Who’s there? As an official employee of Black Pyramid, I am under strong protection,” the man says.
Yeah, totally afraid of that.
“Just because I can’t see you doesn’t mean I can’t hear you being patronizing,” the man says.
Well. That’s new.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is Mundo Kindo. A man, who, as of a few moments ago, was nearly blind to the potential of interdimensional travel.
Was.
“I’m sorry, what?” the man—Mundo—asks. “How the hell do you know that? Also, who the hell are you?”
I am but an omniscient narrator who found themself arriving in this place long after you did. I wasn’t really assigned to this position, but given it’s all I’ve ever done I figured it’d be easier to just...keep on doing it.
You can call me Josh.
“None of this making sense…” Mundo mutters. “I’m finally going crazy.”
Nah, this isn’t crazy. Crazy is losing all sense of oneself to form another personality whose only goal is absolute bloodshed. Crazy is believing that battling tradition is some bold strategy. Crazy is taking on a god-like threat and actually winning.
Sorry to say Mundo, but...crazy you ain’t.
Mundo holds his hands over his face.
“Stop that,” he says, muffled through his hands.
I do not, in fact, stop that.
He sighs and throws his hands aside, looking towards the ceiling in a vain attempt to find me.
Just like old times…
Wait am I actually starting to miss Heather…?
“Who’s Heather?” Mundo asks.
Irrelevant.
The point is that I was brought here way after you in the same fashion. You’ve had years in Las Vegas to try and get back to the Prime Dimension. Unfortunately, as Mr. Dukes was so grateful to bring to your attention…
“Ha,” Mundo says in a delightful deadpan.
…you need a power source powerful enough to power said laser.
Too much power.
Sorry, I distract easily.
To buy time whilst I’m explaining, Mundo begins to pick-up pieces of the lab.
Anyway, a good power source would be a Cyclonian crystal or the Eye of Dashi.
“I don’t know what either of those things are,” Mundo says.
Well you’d better learn. In the Prime Dimension any normal person looks at those and things ‘wow, this guy watches cartoons.’ But what they don’t know is that any fictional element has come into existence because of a special laser that brings them to life. For nearly 20 years, this hidden society has done everything they can to keep this secret, including forming four different groups to maintain order.
But that was that dimension.
“You’re telling me that fictional shit is real? And I’m supposed to buy that?” Mundo asks.
You’re talking to an omniscient narrator, what the fuck do you think?
Mundo, smartly, does not respond. He throws some pieces of metal onto the floor.
My point is that this dimension is…different. It’s cut-off. There’s no access to any other dimensions because this world didn’t have the scientists who built it, nor the hero that stopped it and helped facilitate this hidden…well they all call it “The Game” but that’s always been facetious to me.
Basically, a lot of the lasers in the Prime Dimension are powered by these fictional objects. We’re sorta out of luck in this one.
“We?” Mundo asks. “Aren’t you a narrator…thing? Can’t you fuck off back willy-nilly?”
Unknown do I wish it was that easy…
Look, we’ll explain more later. You’ve got more on your plate than worrying about hearing voices in the sky.
“Like what?” Mundo asks.
An alarm starts going off in the lab.
Like that.
Mundo quickly grabs a blue mask with red tape around the mouth. He places it over his face before pressing a button near a speaker.
“Who is it?” he asks.
He presses a few buttons on the panel below the button and a screen above them appears. Another man in a polo and jeans is standing outside a gate.
“Uh…hey, Mr. Kindo? I have the groceries like you wanted…” the man says.
Mundo presses the button again.
“Come on in Nathan,” he says.
He presses yet another button and the gate opens.
The monitor turns off and Mundo steps back.
He inhales.
He exhales.
“Okay, look…you clearly know more about this than me,” Mundo says.
‘Clearly’, he says.
“Are you always this much of an asshole?”
You spend enough time around a rich bitch ghost who died in the prime of her life in high school, you’d turn into an asshole too.
But continue.
“I’ll…play along with this for now, but I expect answers,” Mundo says.
That would be ideal for both of us, yes.
A chime is heard throughout the room. A section of a nearby wall splits horizontally. The man from outside—Nathan—steps into the room carrying some grocery bags. He sets them on the floor and takes a few moments to look around.
“Thank you Mr. Lawrence,” Mundo says.
“No problem Mr. Kindo,” Nathan says.
Oh.
Mundo glances towards the ceiling before rolling his eyes.
“Nathan, I have a question to ask you,” he says.
“What’s up?” Nathan asks.
“What do you—sorry—did you do before…all of this shit?” he asks.
“Well…I was a creator,” Nathan says.
Double oh.
Choosing to ignore me this time, Mundo continues with his interrogation.
“What did you create?” he asks.
“Oh, art, poems, stories, just stuff like that. Why do you ask?” Nathan asks.
“How are you at fighting?”
Nathan cringes. He sucks on his teeth to attempt to maintain some form of professionalism, but it’s already lost because Mundo can hear me talk about how much Nathan is just not here for it.
“Is this about that wrestling thing?” he asks.
“Yes, Nathan, it is. I know you used to wrestle professionally, but how are you at actually fighting?” Mundo asks.
“Oh I can hold my own fairly well. It’s just…my wife doesn’t like me talking about it,” Nathan says.
“Teach me how to fight. I’ll double what I’m paying you,” he says. “I recently found some lucrative offers that will be paying off so and I can afford it.”
Nathan sighs before scratching the back of his neck.
“I’ll have to ask Gwen first, boss man. She’s…often slow to accept new things,” he says.
Triple oh.
Despite my clear objections, Mundo and Nathan shake hands.
“Meet me hear tomorrow and tell me what you can do to help. I’m gonna need it…” Mundo says.
Man I wonder what David is up to? Can’t be any worse than this…