Post by The Crimson Ghost! on Feb 5, 2009 16:48:43 GMT -5
(Hey, it would probably help you at home to picture the narrator from 300 when you read this. Also, this part is off camera.)
You have grown complacent. Weak. Comfortable in your role. Just look at Black Axis. When that man drove you into the ground, what did you do? The Aragato of old would have relished the pain, would have used it, and would have laughed and risen. The Aragato of old would have understood that he doesn't deserve this life. He doesn't deserve comfort, or safety because murderers do not deserve those things. He would have shown Aesc that there are darker things in this world then the darkness of one's own making. You, however, you stayed down. The warm, gentle embrace of cowardice took you, and you wept into it's breast like a lamb. You vile, wretched creature, you do not deserve the skin you slither around in! Do you think, for one moment, that you have redeemed yourself?! That you have the luxury to succumb to a measly thing such as pain?? That you have any, any goddamn excuse to shy away from your penance?! It is good they are dead, that they do not bear the dishonor of your name.
What is this you are feeling? It isn't remorse for having hit the fool Prescott. No, you recognize him for the worm he is, and know it is only a matter of time until he turns on you. When he shows his flag, you shall stand, rise, and cut him down where he stands. Is it concern, then, for the health and pride of your one true friend left in this world? No. No, for as much as you respect and enjoy the company of the man, his challenges are his own to tackle, and there is no place in his feud where you can justify yourself getting involved. No, no you think you know. It is the shame that, up until now, you have been fighting with less then your very life. That you have been conserving yourself, planning ahead, keeping yourself from hitting your opposition with the full measure of your Justice. Well, no more. Starting with this man, this tourist to woe who believes himself the mayor. This Aesc. Go out, Mr. Deathmatch, and show to him YOUR darkness, show him YOUR pain, and let him feel death, as it truly is! RISE, FILTH, WHELP, MURDERER! YOUR SUICIDE CONTINUES!
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(the camera zooms out of a crook in the wall, to reveal Komosube, garbed in a kimono, with an angry look in his face and with his hand over the throat of Jason Reeves, who looks very panicked. He brings the microphone to his own lips.)
Jason: Sir, the public have a right to hear what Mr. Aragato has to say concerning his match this week!
Komosube(through translator): Listen here, you pencil-necked twerp, in a moment I am going to dress you like the stupid fat American fisherman dress their catch! But, first, let me just say this about that Trick or Treat Shithead-
(Komosube is interrupted from his rant by the door to Aragato's room flying open, off the hinges. One can note that there is no light on in there. Aragato comes up to Jason Reeves, and grabs his wrist. He then brings Reeve's right hand, and thus the microphone, to his own lips.)
Aragato: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSCCCCCCC!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Aragato then returns to his own room, leaving Komosube and Jason Reeves most shocked looking. After a moment, Komosube grins at Jason Reeves and tightens his grip, growling and laughing at the same time. Jason silently cries a little, and gulps. The scene fades to black.)
OOC: Hey, can we have it that, like, Jason is in a neck cast and arm sling for the next, like, 2 weeks or something? And he changes the subject when Komosube comes up in conversation.
You have grown complacent. Weak. Comfortable in your role. Just look at Black Axis. When that man drove you into the ground, what did you do? The Aragato of old would have relished the pain, would have used it, and would have laughed and risen. The Aragato of old would have understood that he doesn't deserve this life. He doesn't deserve comfort, or safety because murderers do not deserve those things. He would have shown Aesc that there are darker things in this world then the darkness of one's own making. You, however, you stayed down. The warm, gentle embrace of cowardice took you, and you wept into it's breast like a lamb. You vile, wretched creature, you do not deserve the skin you slither around in! Do you think, for one moment, that you have redeemed yourself?! That you have the luxury to succumb to a measly thing such as pain?? That you have any, any goddamn excuse to shy away from your penance?! It is good they are dead, that they do not bear the dishonor of your name.
What is this you are feeling? It isn't remorse for having hit the fool Prescott. No, you recognize him for the worm he is, and know it is only a matter of time until he turns on you. When he shows his flag, you shall stand, rise, and cut him down where he stands. Is it concern, then, for the health and pride of your one true friend left in this world? No. No, for as much as you respect and enjoy the company of the man, his challenges are his own to tackle, and there is no place in his feud where you can justify yourself getting involved. No, no you think you know. It is the shame that, up until now, you have been fighting with less then your very life. That you have been conserving yourself, planning ahead, keeping yourself from hitting your opposition with the full measure of your Justice. Well, no more. Starting with this man, this tourist to woe who believes himself the mayor. This Aesc. Go out, Mr. Deathmatch, and show to him YOUR darkness, show him YOUR pain, and let him feel death, as it truly is! RISE, FILTH, WHELP, MURDERER! YOUR SUICIDE CONTINUES!
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(the camera zooms out of a crook in the wall, to reveal Komosube, garbed in a kimono, with an angry look in his face and with his hand over the throat of Jason Reeves, who looks very panicked. He brings the microphone to his own lips.)
Jason: Sir, the public have a right to hear what Mr. Aragato has to say concerning his match this week!
Komosube(through translator): Listen here, you pencil-necked twerp, in a moment I am going to dress you like the stupid fat American fisherman dress their catch! But, first, let me just say this about that Trick or Treat Shithead-
(Komosube is interrupted from his rant by the door to Aragato's room flying open, off the hinges. One can note that there is no light on in there. Aragato comes up to Jason Reeves, and grabs his wrist. He then brings Reeve's right hand, and thus the microphone, to his own lips.)
Aragato: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSCCCCCCC!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Aragato then returns to his own room, leaving Komosube and Jason Reeves most shocked looking. After a moment, Komosube grins at Jason Reeves and tightens his grip, growling and laughing at the same time. Jason silently cries a little, and gulps. The scene fades to black.)
OOC: Hey, can we have it that, like, Jason is in a neck cast and arm sling for the next, like, 2 weeks or something? And he changes the subject when Komosube comes up in conversation.
