All Things Greek [Nem Rp]
May 11, 2015 4:03:18 GMT -5
Post by Cordy on May 11, 2015 4:03:18 GMT -5
"I have a very, very, special place in my heart for the Greek culture." Ricky Oswego began, his smile resembling that of the Cheshire Cat's as he emphatically placed a hand over the breast of his electric blue suit, just over his heart. "For it is indeed the cradle that nursed Western civilization as we know it. Everywhere that we turn, we see the fingerprints of its influence imprinted on our daily lives — an influence that has lasted and endured for nearly 4000 years."
"In our architecture, in our schools; the maths and sciences that our children are taught to this very day — and even in our government." He chuckled. "...the gift of democracy: something so great that nations have gone to war for it; was manufactured from Greek influence. And of course, how could I forget the literature!" he said, his eyes glowing brightly as he turned to the side, his smile widening. The camera panned back, slowly revealing the massive masked figure of Nem standing beside him. "...literature that influences the monsters that roam the Earth today. My Lion of Nemean..." he said endearingly, seemingly entranced.
"So many things..." he exclaimed, clasping his hands together in exaggerated glee. "...given to us by this great nation. Notable… memorable things that have transcended time!” Ricky chirped, before slowly turning back towards the camera, the enamored smile slowly fading from his face.
“And you are not one of them, Athanasios.” he spewed coldly. His tone was sinister. His eyes darkened with disdain.
“For your time is about to be cut very, very short, And when you are gone, who will remember you?" He challenged, pawing a hand through his hair. "What impression will you have left, if any at all? What have you done that will be considered noteworthy in the long run? Time... it will expunge your existence, and your name?" Ricky let out an amused snicker. "It will be all but forgotten, and in the end, you will be just another nameless, faceless, void — devoured by the lion."
Ricky slowly turned his gaze upward to the monster, who in turn glared back at him, cocking his head to the side.
"For you are not the hero that they seek, Athanasios." Oswego stated rather matter-of-factly as he paced over towards the monster, stopping to stare at him. "You are not the one destined to end their suffering. Your name is whispered now for being the one that ended the streak." He scoffed, thinking of the acclaim that Athanasios was receiving for defeating Prince MacRear. "But it will never -- ever -- be immortalized as the one that slayed the beast." He said, placing a hand upon the shoulder of Nem.
"Greek mythology says that the Lion of Nemean could not be harmed by the weapons of a mortal man." Ricky continued, the same broad smile that he started out with, finding its way back onto his face. "And I say, that there isn't much a Greek God of 'Fist Pumping' can do to him either." he snarled mockingly as released the monster’s shoulder and stepped forward, adjusting his suit jacket.
“You will try, Athanasios, because you are a fool. And you will fail. Just like Katie Clarke. Just like Harbinger. Just like Brody Watts, and just like Laura Seville. You are no different. You are but one of many. And when you fall in defeat before the Lion of Nemean, you too will be left to wonder…”
“Who will save us now.”
"In our architecture, in our schools; the maths and sciences that our children are taught to this very day — and even in our government." He chuckled. "...the gift of democracy: something so great that nations have gone to war for it; was manufactured from Greek influence. And of course, how could I forget the literature!" he said, his eyes glowing brightly as he turned to the side, his smile widening. The camera panned back, slowly revealing the massive masked figure of Nem standing beside him. "...literature that influences the monsters that roam the Earth today. My Lion of Nemean..." he said endearingly, seemingly entranced.
"So many things..." he exclaimed, clasping his hands together in exaggerated glee. "...given to us by this great nation. Notable… memorable things that have transcended time!” Ricky chirped, before slowly turning back towards the camera, the enamored smile slowly fading from his face.
“And you are not one of them, Athanasios.” he spewed coldly. His tone was sinister. His eyes darkened with disdain.
“For your time is about to be cut very, very short, And when you are gone, who will remember you?" He challenged, pawing a hand through his hair. "What impression will you have left, if any at all? What have you done that will be considered noteworthy in the long run? Time... it will expunge your existence, and your name?" Ricky let out an amused snicker. "It will be all but forgotten, and in the end, you will be just another nameless, faceless, void — devoured by the lion."
Ricky slowly turned his gaze upward to the monster, who in turn glared back at him, cocking his head to the side.
"For you are not the hero that they seek, Athanasios." Oswego stated rather matter-of-factly as he paced over towards the monster, stopping to stare at him. "You are not the one destined to end their suffering. Your name is whispered now for being the one that ended the streak." He scoffed, thinking of the acclaim that Athanasios was receiving for defeating Prince MacRear. "But it will never -- ever -- be immortalized as the one that slayed the beast." He said, placing a hand upon the shoulder of Nem.
"Greek mythology says that the Lion of Nemean could not be harmed by the weapons of a mortal man." Ricky continued, the same broad smile that he started out with, finding its way back onto his face. "And I say, that there isn't much a Greek God of 'Fist Pumping' can do to him either." he snarled mockingly as released the monster’s shoulder and stepped forward, adjusting his suit jacket.
“You will try, Athanasios, because you are a fool. And you will fail. Just like Katie Clarke. Just like Harbinger. Just like Brody Watts, and just like Laura Seville. You are no different. You are but one of many. And when you fall in defeat before the Lion of Nemean, you too will be left to wonder…”
“Who will save us now.”
