6264/On the Steps of Tomorow

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On the Steps of Tomorow
Date of Scene: 18 May 2021
Location: The Reflecting Pool
Synopsis: Shredder gives a speech at a rally and Blackagar is in attendance to ask the hard hitting questions.
Cast of Characters: Shredder, Blackagar Boltagon




Shredder has posed:
     The day has worn its way along and speakers have come and gone across the day but one speaker that no one was expecting to this little demonstration was The Shredder. Off to his own side it seems he's content to give his own speech to the gathering of Mutant rights activists gathered in the shadow of the reflecting pool on this day.

     The sun shines high over-head and a cool breeze carries along the wind the voices of the crowd. Not many of the once massive crowd have stuck around for this particular speech, but it remains a sizable margin as Shredder takes the stand.

     He's flanked by men clearly wraught by mutation, beastmen of all kinds Beebop, and Rocksteady, Tokka and Rahzar, and more animal human hybrids stood arm in arm with more traditional mutates and mutants abound behind the massive figure.

     He stands with his gauntlet covered hands gripping at either side of the plinth looking out upon the faces of those gathered. "As I look upon each of you I see promise abounding, promise for a new world order, one which is itself unavoidable as the rising of the sun each morning." He leans forward. "They fear us for they know the age can not hold as it stands, they persecute us for they fear the coming of the new dawn that rises beyond that next hill, but I come to tell you it rises in spite of their best efforts."

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
Blackagar Boltagon has been wandering this world, visiting various areas and observing the citizens in all they do. This day it has brought him to a rally that he had heard about, one in which the non-human individuals were rallying for rights. The concept of the free demonstration is a bit antithesis to the monarch, but he does join in the observers.

The tall man with black hair and blue eyes is dressed in casual clothes for such a gathering, adorning the wardrobe seen in this country such as the rather comfortable 'blue jeans' and the equally comfortable 'dude-bro polo'. At least that is what was explained to him. He stands, listening to the speeches that take place, and now it is listening to the Shredder's presentation that draws his focus.

The companions which Shredder stands with pull Blackagar's attention -- for they look like those he knows in his home at Attilan, individuals that are friends of him for the impacts of terrigenesis has such effects. However, as the speech goes on the focus comes back towards Shredder and with a bit of movement, Blackagar makes his way towards the front of the gathering so that he can observe better.

Shredder has posed:
     "You are the gods of a new world order, a ministry of light in the darkness of the current age." Shredder sends his fist down onto the plinth as he stands tall and proud on the spot looking out towards each and every face out in the distance. "The future comes my brothers, and it comes in spite of their best efforts, in spite of their laws, in spite of their hatred and fury." He throws his arms out to either side.

     "The future comes and the future is brighter than it has ever been before, a blinding light that will drag the old world with it into a new dawn for each and every one." There's an applause from the crowd, planted Foot Soldiers within the mix adding enough to get that mob mentality to drive forth a loud cheer towards his words.

     "You are what they fear because they know that you are the only way forward." He points to the crowd. "You are what they fear because you are the replacement that they hoped would never arrive." Another loud cheer. "You are what they fear because you are the inevitability of humanity! You are the unstoppable inevitability of reality itself!" He slams his fist down onto the plinth before him causing a dent into the surface. "We. Are. The gods of a new world order! And humanity has a choice to make, the same choice america made in 1776, Join or die."

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
The active listening that Blackagar does involves making eye contact with the speaker, something he learned early on. However, as the speech goes on he begins to glance at those around him before looking back at the Shredder with an uplifted eyebrow as the conclusion tones of his message begin to come. These are other words that he is familiar with, perhaps not the exact ones but the sentimentality of them, and reaching down he begins to scribble on a slate board he carries with him, utilizing a piece of chalk to do so.

Looking about, Blackagar tries to find someone who may serve to speak for him or at the least speak towards this man giving a speech. Stepping forward, he offers up the slate towards one of the assistants that seem to be in support of the Shredder, letting the message he has written carry forth.

~Gods seek after nothing. You speak of seeking after something. You speak of fear that humans hold, then speak of reasons they should fear by either joining or dying.~

The tall man studies the crowd, the speaker, both in turn as he folds his arms.

Shredder has posed:
     Beebop is the first one to look at the slate pausing for a moment before letting one of the other mutates take a look over the slate for him. It's not that he can't read he just doesn't want to. That's it.

     The next animal human hybrid down the line reads out the slate loudly for The Shredder to hear who takes the words in stride. Looking over towards Blackagar with those pure white glowing eyes of his. "Evolution is an inevitability, humanity as it exists in the present moment will no longer exist in 50 perhaps a hundred years at most. Why should they die off as so many of the extinct species that have come before when with the powers that lie in our very hands evolution can be taken in hand and accelerated." He looms above the lectern looking out towards the crowd. "There's no need for any man to be left behind they can all join the future."

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
Blackagar's eyebrow lifts and he extends his hand for his slate, to resume writing on it after erasing what was there previously. ~Those who are not ready for change will reject change, both in mind and body.~

The man takes a few more moments to consider the writing and then adds to it further. ~Destruction is the natural path for a lesser species. You assume they are capable of evolution. Why not allow them to either evolve or simply join the species that are unable to survive?~ With that last bit written, he hands it up towards the Shredder. It would seem there is not a strict disagreement from Blackagar, perhaps more of a clarification of curiosity brewing.

Shredder has posed:
     "I am a man who believes in second chances Shredder offers quite simply through his helmet looking across the crowd. "Every opportunity given for a peaceful transition to the future with the technology we have, research given to facilitate the transition further, we can make a brighter tomorrow for all a world without fear or hatred of the other, we can build that tomorrow. " He clenches his fist tightly. "I have a vision of tomorrow, and know that we can see it."

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
A head tilt from Blackagar and he scribbles quickly in response, ~A noble cause. One to which your people should have pride.~ The writing pauses then continues, ~Might I have your name sir?~ The inquiry comes with an expression from Blackagar of interest before he turns to the crowd, motioning to them with a sweep of a hand and then lifting his hand in the universal gesture for 'Make some noise!'

Shredder has posed:
     "I am The Shredder, and I believe in all of you." The crowd erupts in applause as Shredder stands tall on the spot looming high above on the platform his white eyes shining in the sunlight. The men and women behind him applauding as well as he steps out from behind the microphone and begins to make his way off of the stage and back down to the ground level each footstep perfectly silent in spite of his awesome size and might. He walks as if he were a ghost gliding across the ground soundlessly.

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
Watching the Shredder leaves the stage, Blackagar considers the movements of the man, the subtle grace and a small smirk touches his face as he tucks his slate under his arm. Moving, the silent man watches once more from the crowd, listening to the conversations taking place around him and soaking in the information that is shared. It is a truly interesting situation, the amount of fear and animosity between the various groups of the world, something he asks a few people near him about, for their personal stories. Of course, asking is done via slate and writing. All the while he keeps an eye on the speech giver while asking his questions, blue eyes rarely blinking.

Shredder has posed:
     The crowd are a mix of all kinds mutants, mutates, humans, and everything between. There's also a fair few members of the Foot Clan spread throughout to make certain the general crowd has the right atmosphere for the speech being given.

     Shredder walks with confidence and control not one step taken that isn't calculated three steps in advance. He is a master of his surroundings and manages to avoid bumping into those around him who might be less observant as he parts the crowd on all sides. This was his comfort zone, a riotous mass of people in all directions ready to burst at the seams.