The nameless manor

[Scene 1: The Cosmic Duel]

Outer space. Shade sits on a floating star, casually reading a newspaper. Below him, Random is fencing with an alien warrior made of tar and stone.

SHADE (flipping a page)

"Random, hurry up. You gotta get back to the manor and get your beauty sleep."

Random parries a strike, spinning his fencing sword before disarming the alien with a smirk. The alien warrior—Billy—bows in defeat.

RANDOM (grinning)

"Alright, Billy, I'll come back next week for a rematch."

He leaves his sword stabbed into the ground, strolling over to Shade and leaning on his brother's shoulder.

RANDOM (quietly)

"Who was that guy?"

Shade doesn't answer, distracted by an article in his newspaper.

SHADE (reading aloud)

"A local bank was robbed by a group of super-powered individuals. Before the police could arrive, gunshots were reported. When the cops showed up, all the robbers were dead in a pile."

Shade lowers the paper, staring at it for a moment.

SHADE (deadpan)

"…Well… fuck."

Billy waves goodbye as Shade disappears in a beam of white, and Random vanishes in a beam of darkness.

[Scene 2: Shade's Room – Introduction to Vincent]

Shade and Random reappear in Shade's room. Random immediately collapses onto the bed and vanishes. Shade turns toward the "audience," arms crossed.

SHADE

"Welcome back, dear readers. Shade here, introducing another person you should know. His name's Vincent. No last name—he denounced it. Vincent is a magical gunslinger. First, let's break down his look."

A glowing character display appears beside him, showing Vincent's silhouette.

SHADE (gesturing to the display)

"Big ol' cowboy hat. Black with golden trims, three bullets strapped along the rim. A plain white dress shirt under a black silk vest with golden buttons. He's got a black leather rider's jacket—been through some battles, so if you look closely, you'll see a few bullet holes."

Shade pauses, then gestures to Vincent's pants.

SHADE (grinning)

"Now, the real flex? He wears Yasuyuki Ishii 'Gantz' Gunslinger Cargo Pants. Custom-made, of course. Without custom work, they cost $475. Like, who the hell is buying these—"

A package suddenly appears in Shade's hands. He shoves it under the bed.

SHADE (clears throat)

"Anyway, moving on."

A close-up of Vincent's boots appears.

SHADE

"Midnight black leather cowboy boots. Silver cross on the left boot, silver skull on the right. Classy."

The display zooms out, revealing Vincent's full figure.

SHADE

"He's 7'1—yeah, another tall bastard. Usually has a nice tan, but after a few days of not traveling, his skin fades to pale. Eyes? A mix of orange and brown."

Shade leans in dramatically.

SHADE (whispering)

"And unlike most tragic badasses, his face and hands are scar-free. But his body? Bullet holes, long slashes across his back and torso. His clothes always get wrecked before he bothers fixing them."

Shade snaps his fingers, and the display changes to show Vincent holding two guns.

SHADE

"This guy got royally screwed over by both a demon and an angel. First, a demon tricks him into picking up a gun called War Destroyer to protect his village. It wipes out the bandits… along with the villagers and his own family."

A pause. Shade's tone darkens.

SHADE

"Then, a racist-ass angel shows up and blesses him with a gun called Peace Maker, telling him to wipe out demons. But—shocker—a group of kind beings change his mind. Now he roams the world, dishing out his own brand of justice."

Shade adjusts his pants, nodding approvingly at his reflection.

SHADE

"Speaking of which, today's Vincent's day off."

[Scene 3: New Work City – Vincent & Victor]

New Work City (basically NYC). Vincent and his younger brother, Victor, walk through the crowded streets. Victor, carrying four swords, grins as he talks.

VICTOR

"I'm just saying, bro. If you ever need backup, I recently started overpowering hydras and gormons."

Vincent gives him a deadpan stare as they cross the road.

VICTOR (raising hands)

"Okay, okay, sure—you can take on angels and fallen gods. But I'll catch up soon! C'mon, let me fight with you. Your rep is insane… Please?"

No answer from Vincent. They enter an electronics store.

VICTOR (grumbling)

"Your 47th phone broke because of some fallen god who controlled acid and souls, right? You should get the Aikon 999. Costs a ton, but at least you won't keep replacing it."

Vincent silently opens a summoning circle, pulling out a briefcase full of cash.

VICTOR (to the cashier, sighing)

"Yeah, yeah, he does this. We'll take the Aikon 999. $14,789.99… seriously?"

Vincent nods. Victor shakes his head, looking at a phone case.

VICTOR (muttering)

"Even the damn case is $799…"

Vincent pays without blinking. Victor glances at the warranty option.

VICTOR (grinning)

"Three-year warranty, in case—"

Vincent points his gun at Victor's head.

VICTOR (quickly)

"—Never mind, bad suggestion."

Vincent sighs and pays for the warranty too. Victor cheers.

VICTOR

"Alright, lunch time!"

Vincent starts messing with his phone. Victor narrows his eyes.

VICTOR

"…Wait, I'm paying for lunch? You're loaded, bro—"

Vincent gives him a blank stare.

VICTOR (sighs)

"…Yeah, I walked right into that one."

[Scene 4: The Mall – Stickup Gone Wrong]

A loud BOOM! The east-side wall of the mall explodes.

VICTOR (sighing)

"Vincent... we're in the city. Keep them alive."

A twisted grin spreads across Vincent's face. He casually lifts his gun and shoots himself in the ribs. His body glows red, yellow, and blue before he vanishes in a blur.

A gang of thugs storm in.

THUG LEADER

"Alright, hands up! This is a stickup! If anyone moves, we—"

Before he can finish, Vincent appears behind him, gripping his arm. A sickening CRACK echoes as Vincent breaks it over his knee.

He fires two shots—one thug is instantly frozen solid, the other is wrapped in razor-sharp vines.

THUG (pleading)

"W-wait, sir! I give up—"

Vincent punches him in the Adam's apple and kicks him across the floor.

Victor, holding a female thug by the throat, casually tosses her onto the pile.

VICTOR (grinning)

"Dude. You've gotten rusty."

Vincent roundhouse kicks another thug through a door and picks up their loot bag.

WEISS (Shop Owner)

"Thank you, kind heroes!"

Vincent and Victor walk off like it was just another casual stroll.

(To be continued…)

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