Hunting Party, Part One
Sept 5, 2015 14:56:10 GMT -5
Post by Black Adder on Sept 5, 2015 14:56:10 GMT -5
The sound of footsteps approaching is heard moments before the image comes into focus. As the image settles it’s quite clearly a den; perhaps even the same one as when last Hana Song spoke. And on cue, the owner of the footsteps, a pair of heels belonging to Hana Song, steps into frame and makes herself quite comfortable by settling into an armchair and leaning forward with her eyes narrowed and focused dead center to the lens. Before words, the first thing from her ruby lips is dry laughter, an almost exasperated chuckle as if she’s grown weary or incredulous. It is only after the chuckle attack that the Black Adder speaks up, her black painted nails digging into the arm rests like she was trying to pierce flesh.
“How poetic, how unexpected, how utterly perfect a situation I now find myself in. After steadily showing how effective I am as a solitary figure, I find myself in the unfortunate situation of having two others who are supposably on my side. That one of them is the very same woman who was the fortunate first victim of mine is quite a wonderfully dramatic touch. There’s no love between Crimson and Black, surely, but I do hope she can set aside whatever grudge she may have with me in order to focus on what truly matters. And as far as our other partner goes, I’m not convinced he’s quite…all there but I’m not one to discount a wild card. Regardless, it falls to yours truly to rally the troops, such as they are, against opponents who are collectively an eye sore and a general bore.”
“The eye sore, or sores, take form in that of ‘420 B.C.’ as they refer to themselves. I assume it was the…dirty looking one…no…the OTHER dirty looking one…that came up with the name? Does she also sit around and question the universe or is she too busy wondering where the bag of salted snacks ran off to? Isn’t it wonderful how I, an accomplished, motivated, and lethal woman, get seen in a negative light because I dare to take joy in killing the hopes and dreams of your beloved athletes…and yet someone who revels in laziness, insipid virtual entertainment, and illegal substances can be seen as someone worth indulging and celebrating?”
“Of course, then there’s the partner who no doubt enables the ‘Blazed Blasian’ while herself parading around like an extra in a music video by the band the loser ‘arty’ kids in school would listen to inbetween coloring their hair weird colors and pissing off mommy and daddy just because. On paper, a match like this must clearly favor the opposition; what with an ‘experienced’ tag team and a third man who is no stranger to pairing off. In reality, I’m something of the odd one out here – Baroness aided Valcone not that long ago. But here’s something you can do with paper, 420, light it up. For as much as I enjoy doing things my way, I know when to rely on others…provided they are of use to me. And that’s a warning for Baroness and Valcone as much as it is for the prey. If I see any sort of weakness in my corner…then do not expect me to be there. This is a place for the strongest. It’s pure Darwinism, and as I have proven time and again to be…well..you get the idea...just know that this little dance of ours is nothing more than a prelude. A warm up.”
“You two, that is the duo that hasn’t bathed since 420 B.C., are eyesores. Not even worth the kill. So you work fairly well together, so did Cheech and Chong and look where those clowns are now. The Corpse Bride, if she was worth a damn, wouldn’t have lost that match wherein the man you’re partnering up with wound up winning. But if you can’t beat them, befriend them and be carried by them, right?”
“Careful you two don’t get too high, I hear the fall can be murder, and the best thing about the Adder’s Kiss is that it can come when you least expect it…and that goes double for my Venom. And that’s one substance you don’t want to inhale. I’ve half a mind to just let the lackeys take care of you, that’s how not worth my time you two are. The lighter one had potential…but I’ve already tasted filet mignon…and you’re both as appealing as Salisbury steak. The next hit you’ll need will be medicinal.”
“And as far as the real opponent is conc-”
Hana is unceremoniously cut off as the camera falls to its side, and from off camera someone is heard whispering ‘sorry’ before cutting.
“How poetic, how unexpected, how utterly perfect a situation I now find myself in. After steadily showing how effective I am as a solitary figure, I find myself in the unfortunate situation of having two others who are supposably on my side. That one of them is the very same woman who was the fortunate first victim of mine is quite a wonderfully dramatic touch. There’s no love between Crimson and Black, surely, but I do hope she can set aside whatever grudge she may have with me in order to focus on what truly matters. And as far as our other partner goes, I’m not convinced he’s quite…all there but I’m not one to discount a wild card. Regardless, it falls to yours truly to rally the troops, such as they are, against opponents who are collectively an eye sore and a general bore.”
“The eye sore, or sores, take form in that of ‘420 B.C.’ as they refer to themselves. I assume it was the…dirty looking one…no…the OTHER dirty looking one…that came up with the name? Does she also sit around and question the universe or is she too busy wondering where the bag of salted snacks ran off to? Isn’t it wonderful how I, an accomplished, motivated, and lethal woman, get seen in a negative light because I dare to take joy in killing the hopes and dreams of your beloved athletes…and yet someone who revels in laziness, insipid virtual entertainment, and illegal substances can be seen as someone worth indulging and celebrating?”
“Of course, then there’s the partner who no doubt enables the ‘Blazed Blasian’ while herself parading around like an extra in a music video by the band the loser ‘arty’ kids in school would listen to inbetween coloring their hair weird colors and pissing off mommy and daddy just because. On paper, a match like this must clearly favor the opposition; what with an ‘experienced’ tag team and a third man who is no stranger to pairing off. In reality, I’m something of the odd one out here – Baroness aided Valcone not that long ago. But here’s something you can do with paper, 420, light it up. For as much as I enjoy doing things my way, I know when to rely on others…provided they are of use to me. And that’s a warning for Baroness and Valcone as much as it is for the prey. If I see any sort of weakness in my corner…then do not expect me to be there. This is a place for the strongest. It’s pure Darwinism, and as I have proven time and again to be…well..you get the idea...just know that this little dance of ours is nothing more than a prelude. A warm up.”
“You two, that is the duo that hasn’t bathed since 420 B.C., are eyesores. Not even worth the kill. So you work fairly well together, so did Cheech and Chong and look where those clowns are now. The Corpse Bride, if she was worth a damn, wouldn’t have lost that match wherein the man you’re partnering up with wound up winning. But if you can’t beat them, befriend them and be carried by them, right?”
“Careful you two don’t get too high, I hear the fall can be murder, and the best thing about the Adder’s Kiss is that it can come when you least expect it…and that goes double for my Venom. And that’s one substance you don’t want to inhale. I’ve half a mind to just let the lackeys take care of you, that’s how not worth my time you two are. The lighter one had potential…but I’ve already tasted filet mignon…and you’re both as appealing as Salisbury steak. The next hit you’ll need will be medicinal.”
“And as far as the real opponent is conc-”
Hana is unceremoniously cut off as the camera falls to its side, and from off camera someone is heard whispering ‘sorry’ before cutting.