The parking lot of the mansion was filled with a cornucopia of vehicles; the newest model, gleaming with an air of luxury; an old, beaten down, and dusty old car; and everything in between. A black-haired woman stepped out from one of the cars. It was one of the weirdest there, for it was decorated with the face of a certain Japanese composer. She looked at her surroundings, and sighed.
Black-Haired Woman: I hope I made the right choice by going here. I could’ve just spend the weekend by listening to Go Shiina’s complete collection again.
The woman began to walk from the parking lot towards the mansion. Before she could reach the front door, however, a black motorcycle screeched and stopped right in front of her.
Black-Haired Woman: Oh, for Go Shiina’s sake! You almost hit me!
The rider took off her helmet. Behind it was the face of a young woman; she looked overjoyed and rather giddy. Instantly, the Black-Haired Woman recognized the face of her old friend and her frown was turned upside-down.
Motorcyclist: Sorry, Nadia! But I can’t believe you’re also here!
Nadia: Wow, I’d never expect to see you here! It’s been months since the last time we met. The Fighters Convention, wasn’t it? Didn’t you win the Soul Calibur IV tournament?
Motorcyclist: Yeah! And you were so close to doing shoryuken too! It was really fun!
Nadia: Totally! *giggles* Oh, by the way, you should park your motorcycle now. We’re almost late.
Motorcyclist: I think we’re late already, but sure. Oh, by the way—is that your codename? [points at nametag on Nio’s chest]
Nadia: That’s right, I have to get used to that. Let’s see...mine is ‘NioraptH’. What’s yours?
Motorcyclist: It’s Genesis Saga. But just call me Genesis.
Niorapth: Sure. Nice to meet you, ‘Genesis’.
Genesis: Likewise, Nio. [winks]
After Genesis parked her trusted old motorcycle, she and Nio walked together towards the mansion. They had known each other for a couple of years, for both of them were pretty active in competitive fighting video game scenes. Tonight, however, there was a much more interesting topic to talk about.
Nio: So, I wonder what the deal is with this event. I thought it was a scam when I first read the email and letter.
Genesis: Me too. But the money they sent was the real thing. I have no other choice but to go. Maybe it’s some sort of underground fighting game convention?
Nio: I don’t think so, I’ve never heard of a convention held in a mansion in the middle of nowhere like this. My cellphone doesn’t even get reception. Maybe this is for a TV show?
Genesis: Yeah, it sounds plausible. [checks cellphone] Weird, mine doesn’t work either. I hope nothing bad will happen...
The two young women arrived at the front door of the mansion. It was antique, made from some kind of hardwood adored with complicated patterns. Although neither of them would admit it, both of them found it rather menacing – it represented a whole new world and endless possibilities beyond it.
Genesis took the iniative and knocked the door. Almost immediately, the door opened – barely making a sound. A middle-aged man dressed in a dashing butler outfit was the one who opened the door. A nametag, identical with the ones had by Nio and Genesis, was pinned neatly on his black jacket. It said ‘Bigwig_rah’ on it. The man spoke with an obvious British accent.
Bigwig: Good evening, Miss Niorapth and Miss Genesis Saga. We’ve been expecting you. Please do come in.
Nio: I hope we’re not too late.
Nio and Genesis stepped into the mansion. They found themselves in a perfectly clean parlour, with classy and expensive looking furniture as far as their eyes could see.
Bigwig: Most of the guests have arrived, but the event hasn’t started yet. Please make your way to the living room over there.
to be cont'd
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Proud ValHellen x Maha_Bufudyne shipper.