Cowboy Bebop RPG Name: Cowboy Bebop: The Last Dance Genre: Cowboy Bebop Rating: R/NC-17 Format: Journal (Insanejournal) Website:http://bebopmod.insanejournal.com/ Contact:AIM: Kajouka ; EMail: beboprpg@gmail.com Minimum Age Requirement: 18 Specific Requirements: Characters we're looking for include OCs for a second bounty hunter group and syndicate members. Canon characters are allowed if they were alive at the end of the game and there is some plot related reason to have that character included. Having AIM is encourged. Also, please have some writing experience. Finally, we require applicants to have seen the whole series.
[Year: 2072] [Month: June] [Location: Red Dragon Head Quarters]
The members of the Red Dragon stared in awe at the scene before them. Their new leader dead at the top of the stairs while the man responsible for both his untimely demise the interior rape of the building they called home recently collapsed down the staircase. With no one to guide them, they stood frozen, unable to execute a motion that might bring order to the chaos surrounding them.
It was in this moment that the Intra Solar System Police made their move. Desperately waiting for the right time to bring down the Red Dragons, Captain Hayward had ordered his men to move into the building, following Spike’s reign of destruction. Swarms of SWAT team members filled every nook and cranny of the high-rise, arresting syndicate goons or killing those who refused to surrender. In only a matter of minutes they gained controlled of the skyscraper, from the basement floor to the roof of the building. Helicopters circled in the morning air, spotlighting those attempting to make a run from the wreckage.
And, in the blink of an eye, the bodies of both Spike Spiegel and his archenemy Vicious were gone.
[Year: 2072] [Month: December] [Location: Shady Bar on the South Side of Tharsis City]
Spike lifted his head off the bartop and blinked his eyes open slowly. One hand raised up to massage his aching temples, while the other instinctively felt along his hip for the Jericho normally kept holstered there. As his vision came into focus, his eyes settled on the glass of whiskey sitting half drunk in front of him.
He didn't remember drinking the first half. Come to think of it, he didn't remember much at all after collapsing down the stairs of the Red Dragon Headquarters.
He should have been dead. He knew he should have been dead. He had killed Vicious and Vicious had killed him and that should have been the end of everything. So why was he suddenly sitting in a bar with a screaming headache that indicated he'd spent the last night drinking his sorrows away instead of avenging them again his former partner and best friend?
It's all just a bad dream.
Maybe everything had been a dream after all.
Slowly, Spike slipped off the stool, steadying himself on wobbly legs. Regardless of what had happened, his body was still recovering. He flagged down the bartender, a small man with a pleasant smile, and asked for his check. The bartender replied that he'd already paid his tab. Shrugging, Spike slipped his hand into his pocket and headed out into the night....