You Are Not Safe.
Jun 22, 2015 3:51:58 GMT -5
Post by Cordy on Jun 22, 2015 3:51:58 GMT -5
"Oh it must be nice..." Ricky Oswego cackled, his demeanor light and slightly jovial. He pushed away from the tree that he was leaned against, his gaze drifting upward and focusing on a single extending branch. Ricky had decided that it was best to go about things a tad bit differently this time around.
The dungeon, or the lair, as he liked to call he and Nem's dwelling just would not suffice for the occasion. No, it would just not do. The message would be conveyed all the same, but sometimes visualization aided the delivery drastically, and Ricky wanted to make sure that the Apex champion received their message loud and clear.
The area and the tree, although different of course, bore a strikingly close resemblance to what Ricky had noticed to be Nest's safe haven. But Nest wasn't safe. Not as long as he held the Apex Championship, and not as long as the Lion of Nemean was on the prowl. "...to be king." Ricky finally finished his initial thought after the long pause.
"Sitting atop your perch — your, throne." The word escaped with a slight inflection as he shook his head. "Gazing down at the world around you." Slowly, he pivoted, turning towards the camera, a steely gaze in his eye. "Isn't that what you do, Nest? Sit atop your perch and glare down at the rest of the world as if it's all beneath you? I can only imagine the —" He closed his eyes, inhaling sharply, a look of euphoria engulfing him. "— power, you must feel in your position; to have the entire world hold you in such reverence and high esteem — to know that they gaze upon you in... admiration." His eyes slowly opened, and the smile just as slowly disappeared.
"But you are not safe upon your perch. Instead, you are trapped. And those same eyes that you believe stare up at you in admiration? Only hide a larcenous contempt that would rather see nothing more than you snatched from that perch, and torn apart limb by limb, by the ravenous mob that longs for ousting."
"You are not safe. And this perch…” he lifted his gaze once again towards the symbolic branch. “... that you've found yourself on, has only left you trapped; vulnerable; a sitting duck just waiting to be plucked from the sky." He smiled. "Oh you enjoy the view now.” He said, clasping his hands together. “But what happens when you realize that there is nowhere to run from there? What happens when you realize, that the only place left for you to go… is down.”
“And soon, soon... my friend, that day will come. The rise may have been sweet, but the fall, oh the fall, will be nothing short of disastrous. And your broken remains -- will be but mere fodder for the Lion of Nemean to feast upon." He cast his gaze towards something out of the camera’s vision and motioned it forward. Soon the monster known as Nem lumbered forth, carrying an axe at his side. He came to a stop in front of Ricky who simply nodded towards the tree. Nem nodded in response and trudged towards it. Ricky then turned back towards the camera.
“They say heavy is the head that wears the crown.”
He gave an indignant scoff.
“Well I doubt that’s a problem… for the beheaded.”
With his message delivered, Ricky stepped aside and watched Nem deliver a message of his own.
With a mighty swing of the axe, he began the process of bringing the perch down.
The dungeon, or the lair, as he liked to call he and Nem's dwelling just would not suffice for the occasion. No, it would just not do. The message would be conveyed all the same, but sometimes visualization aided the delivery drastically, and Ricky wanted to make sure that the Apex champion received their message loud and clear.
The area and the tree, although different of course, bore a strikingly close resemblance to what Ricky had noticed to be Nest's safe haven. But Nest wasn't safe. Not as long as he held the Apex Championship, and not as long as the Lion of Nemean was on the prowl. "...to be king." Ricky finally finished his initial thought after the long pause.
"Sitting atop your perch — your, throne." The word escaped with a slight inflection as he shook his head. "Gazing down at the world around you." Slowly, he pivoted, turning towards the camera, a steely gaze in his eye. "Isn't that what you do, Nest? Sit atop your perch and glare down at the rest of the world as if it's all beneath you? I can only imagine the —" He closed his eyes, inhaling sharply, a look of euphoria engulfing him. "— power, you must feel in your position; to have the entire world hold you in such reverence and high esteem — to know that they gaze upon you in... admiration." His eyes slowly opened, and the smile just as slowly disappeared.
"But you are not safe upon your perch. Instead, you are trapped. And those same eyes that you believe stare up at you in admiration? Only hide a larcenous contempt that would rather see nothing more than you snatched from that perch, and torn apart limb by limb, by the ravenous mob that longs for ousting."
"You are not safe. And this perch…” he lifted his gaze once again towards the symbolic branch. “... that you've found yourself on, has only left you trapped; vulnerable; a sitting duck just waiting to be plucked from the sky." He smiled. "Oh you enjoy the view now.” He said, clasping his hands together. “But what happens when you realize that there is nowhere to run from there? What happens when you realize, that the only place left for you to go… is down.”
“And soon, soon... my friend, that day will come. The rise may have been sweet, but the fall, oh the fall, will be nothing short of disastrous. And your broken remains -- will be but mere fodder for the Lion of Nemean to feast upon." He cast his gaze towards something out of the camera’s vision and motioned it forward. Soon the monster known as Nem lumbered forth, carrying an axe at his side. He came to a stop in front of Ricky who simply nodded towards the tree. Nem nodded in response and trudged towards it. Ricky then turned back towards the camera.
“They say heavy is the head that wears the crown.”
He gave an indignant scoff.
“Well I doubt that’s a problem… for the beheaded.”
With his message delivered, Ricky stepped aside and watched Nem deliver a message of his own.
With a mighty swing of the axe, he began the process of bringing the perch down.
