Lessons
Aug 29, 2015 10:39:53 GMT -5
Post by Black Adder on Aug 29, 2015 10:39:53 GMT -5
In an alarming twist of attire, when the camera focuses on the nearly empty den the lone figure standing by the window, gazing out at the falling drops of rain, is wearing a white outfit, down to even the heels. Hana Song admires the cloudy, dark outside as she wears a smile on her typically dark red lips.
“There’s just something about rain…something that can’t be put into words. A summer rain, a spring shower, a storm after a humid spell…how I loathe the rain.”
Hana closes the shutters with as much agency as one could muster while turning a handle. She turns around to face the camera and begins walking towards the black furniture in the foreground.
“Non sequitur aside…I think it’s finally happened at long last. Speaking, of course, to those who, like me, make the Lion’s Den their haunt and those who merely spectate from a distance…it’s finally happened. I do believe that people are starting to understand that I’m not some flash in the pan, not some Jenny-come-lately who throws tantrums because the big boys and girls won’t share their toys. No, see, I’ve done exactly what I’ve said. I’ve made sure that the name Hana Song…that the Black Adder would be someone you fear and someone you know. Warning shots were constantly fired and for those of you who doubted me, who refused to think I was serious in my claims…well…why don’t you ask if Annie Zellor has finally cleaned the sting out of her ‘grr face’.”
Hana takes a seat in the one seater black chair and presses both hands fingertip-to-fingertip in a triangle shape and places her hands in her lap. Her gaze never once leaves the camera, though she pauses to let the sound of rain provide appropriate ambiance.
“Someone up there behind the counter must be afraid of me. Good. I want them to be. Why else would they throw me to the wolves, so to speak, and put me against someone who understands the simple pleasure of making sure that whatever you do to a target…hurts for hours, if not days, after the fact. I am speaking, of course, about one Shintaro Majima. Ah were it so simple I would say we were something of kindred spirits. We both do so enjoy making our opponents feel it, though sad to say that so far the unfortunate victims who wandered into my sights have been so soft. Too soft. But here’s a man who took on Butcher. And won. But then again, here’s a man who couldn’t pin down a soft silly girl that believes in the stupid emotion of love. I look at you, Majima, and I see someone who doesn’t know how to truly kill their prey.”
“You and I, Majima, might appear similar but there’s a fundamental difference between us that makes all the difference. I kill. You merely wound. It doesn’t matter how hard you strike if it amounts to little more than a minor inconvenience. Me? If my victims aren’t going back with their head low, their mood sour, and their body red and stinging then I’ve done something wrong. And I’ve got a damn good track record. We both entered the Den near enough the same time so what it comes down to is experience. While you were playing tea parties and dollies with the likes of Katie Whatever and losing to AKIRA…I was making waves. It’s a matter of goals, Shintaro. I have mine. I make steps to accomplish them. And I don’t talk big like some arrogant oafs do because I’m better than that.”
“When you and I meet do you want to know why I’m going to win? If you can’t answer that then you haven’t been paying attention. It’s because I’m not afraid to go in for the kill. I’m not afraid to hurt myself if it means killing the other. It’s because I don’t waste time or words when all I have to do is lunge in for the kill. The grand irony of you, Majima, is that for someone so stiff and strong…at the end of the day you’re just as soft as everyone else I’ve made examples of.”
“And yet…I’m not really looking forward to hurting you; I WILL, of course, but no pleasure will be had on my end because of it. There’s no fun in soft targets. The best thing for you is to leave knowing that no matter how hard you hit…the Black Adder is still more lethal than you can ever hope to be. The Strong Style Savior will be nothing more than the Soft, Saddened, Schmuck, just another body to add to the pile.”
“You have to learn how to kill before you face the Black Adder.”
Blackout. Laughter. End.
“There’s just something about rain…something that can’t be put into words. A summer rain, a spring shower, a storm after a humid spell…how I loathe the rain.”
Hana closes the shutters with as much agency as one could muster while turning a handle. She turns around to face the camera and begins walking towards the black furniture in the foreground.
“Non sequitur aside…I think it’s finally happened at long last. Speaking, of course, to those who, like me, make the Lion’s Den their haunt and those who merely spectate from a distance…it’s finally happened. I do believe that people are starting to understand that I’m not some flash in the pan, not some Jenny-come-lately who throws tantrums because the big boys and girls won’t share their toys. No, see, I’ve done exactly what I’ve said. I’ve made sure that the name Hana Song…that the Black Adder would be someone you fear and someone you know. Warning shots were constantly fired and for those of you who doubted me, who refused to think I was serious in my claims…well…why don’t you ask if Annie Zellor has finally cleaned the sting out of her ‘grr face’.”
Hana takes a seat in the one seater black chair and presses both hands fingertip-to-fingertip in a triangle shape and places her hands in her lap. Her gaze never once leaves the camera, though she pauses to let the sound of rain provide appropriate ambiance.
“Someone up there behind the counter must be afraid of me. Good. I want them to be. Why else would they throw me to the wolves, so to speak, and put me against someone who understands the simple pleasure of making sure that whatever you do to a target…hurts for hours, if not days, after the fact. I am speaking, of course, about one Shintaro Majima. Ah were it so simple I would say we were something of kindred spirits. We both do so enjoy making our opponents feel it, though sad to say that so far the unfortunate victims who wandered into my sights have been so soft. Too soft. But here’s a man who took on Butcher. And won. But then again, here’s a man who couldn’t pin down a soft silly girl that believes in the stupid emotion of love. I look at you, Majima, and I see someone who doesn’t know how to truly kill their prey.”
“You and I, Majima, might appear similar but there’s a fundamental difference between us that makes all the difference. I kill. You merely wound. It doesn’t matter how hard you strike if it amounts to little more than a minor inconvenience. Me? If my victims aren’t going back with their head low, their mood sour, and their body red and stinging then I’ve done something wrong. And I’ve got a damn good track record. We both entered the Den near enough the same time so what it comes down to is experience. While you were playing tea parties and dollies with the likes of Katie Whatever and losing to AKIRA…I was making waves. It’s a matter of goals, Shintaro. I have mine. I make steps to accomplish them. And I don’t talk big like some arrogant oafs do because I’m better than that.”
“When you and I meet do you want to know why I’m going to win? If you can’t answer that then you haven’t been paying attention. It’s because I’m not afraid to go in for the kill. I’m not afraid to hurt myself if it means killing the other. It’s because I don’t waste time or words when all I have to do is lunge in for the kill. The grand irony of you, Majima, is that for someone so stiff and strong…at the end of the day you’re just as soft as everyone else I’ve made examples of.”
“And yet…I’m not really looking forward to hurting you; I WILL, of course, but no pleasure will be had on my end because of it. There’s no fun in soft targets. The best thing for you is to leave knowing that no matter how hard you hit…the Black Adder is still more lethal than you can ever hope to be. The Strong Style Savior will be nothing more than the Soft, Saddened, Schmuck, just another body to add to the pile.”
“You have to learn how to kill before you face the Black Adder.”
Blackout. Laughter. End.