My Plane is Manifold, The Algebra Beyond Your Scope
Mar 20, 2016 10:03:03 GMT -5
Post by Black Adder on Mar 20, 2016 10:03:03 GMT -5
Laughter. Laughter rings out and even before the source is revealed, the cackling tilt to the normally joyous expression leaves a rather clear hint as to who the laughter belongs to. The sun is in the last moments of setting, and basking in the orange glow stands Hana Song, dark red lipstick standing out on her pale face. Her laughter slowly fades to silence, but her facial expression is quite clear. She’s happy. Or at the very least in whatever passes for a good mood to the Black Adder.
“Some people that want to play at being better than they truly are would take the high road...they would preface their words by saying something asinine like ‘hate to say I told you so’...but me? I’m reveling in the fact that I told you so. I’m sure that bitter pill called the truth is hard to swallow, Nest, but even the blindest bat could’ve seen that coming. You kick a man enough and eventually he’ll kick back...and we did so enjoy kicking Terrence, didn’t we. Nest? Though yours was a bit more...manipulative kicking. I didn’t think you had it in you. You’re more like me than you know. People say that I deceive with words, that I’m full of it...and yet...time and again it’s proven that the only thing that ever leaves these poisoned lips of mine is the truth. But the truth, they say, hurts. I told you that a friendship would end poorly. Maybe now you’ll listen when I say...that what happened last Pride was just the beginning.”
“If there’s a theme to this little tag excursion it’s that my opponents haven’t been the biggest fans of me...and I mean especially so. How far I’ve come. I still remember when The Crimson Baroness was my first taste of the Lion’s Den...who could’ve known that in under a year’s time I’d be slithering around in all of your hearts and minds, revealing the ugly truths everyone is afraid to admit. But Baroness has been off my radar. When I was nothing I beat her. When I was rising I used her. And now? The Baroness has allied with a Prince, blind to the fact that her partner’s a pauper. The very same Prince that I last remember being on the receiving end of my Venom. I’ve humiliated this team individually. I can do it when they’re together, too.”
“I’m sure you’ve forgotten that the last time the three of us were together it was when I was beating Terrence and his stoner-age pals while you and your masked royal cheered on from the sides. That’s the way I remember it, anyway. And now here we are, on opposite ends. Here’s a team that probably thinks they lucked out. Not only did they get a free ride to the semifinals...but surely the common sentiment was that Nest and Tillman were the team to beat...surely smooth sailing awaits the royal team...But your work is cut out for you.”
“One half of the team doesn’t interest me at all. I’ll get no satisfaction from knocking her head clear off her shoulders. She’s the type of person I’ll leave to my associate in order to focus on the one that truly matters.”
“Have you kept that photo I took, Prince? It was surely better than any you’ve taken. I’m photogenic, after all, and easier on the eyes. But as much as it was about mocking you, it was also a glimpse into your future. But that’s in the distance.”
“I’ve come too far to let someone like MacRear to throw a wrench in the works. Don’t act like you truly want the APEX tag team titles, Rear, not when you’ve got a chance to again dine at the big boy’s table. Or perhaps you realize that this could well be your shot at getting...something close to recognition for something other than your subpar looks. But I can’t let that happen. Not won’t, mind. Can’t.”
“For me, this little distraction of a tournament isn’t just about the titles. It’s about humiliation. It’s about proving a point as so many of my ventures in the Den are.”
“This match doesn’t come with something so grandiose as the destruction of a friendship. No. This time it’s much more simplistic. I deny Prince from getting his due and I leave baroness questioning her choice in partners. The finals will be against a team of softies either way. This tournament was over the moment my little words of wisdom spurred a scorned man into action. Individually...you two have not gotten one on me. What hope do you have now?”
“One step closer. On Wednesday..the ring runs red with royal blood...just more victims of the deadliest bite in all of the Lion’s Den.”
“Some people that want to play at being better than they truly are would take the high road...they would preface their words by saying something asinine like ‘hate to say I told you so’...but me? I’m reveling in the fact that I told you so. I’m sure that bitter pill called the truth is hard to swallow, Nest, but even the blindest bat could’ve seen that coming. You kick a man enough and eventually he’ll kick back...and we did so enjoy kicking Terrence, didn’t we. Nest? Though yours was a bit more...manipulative kicking. I didn’t think you had it in you. You’re more like me than you know. People say that I deceive with words, that I’m full of it...and yet...time and again it’s proven that the only thing that ever leaves these poisoned lips of mine is the truth. But the truth, they say, hurts. I told you that a friendship would end poorly. Maybe now you’ll listen when I say...that what happened last Pride was just the beginning.”
“If there’s a theme to this little tag excursion it’s that my opponents haven’t been the biggest fans of me...and I mean especially so. How far I’ve come. I still remember when The Crimson Baroness was my first taste of the Lion’s Den...who could’ve known that in under a year’s time I’d be slithering around in all of your hearts and minds, revealing the ugly truths everyone is afraid to admit. But Baroness has been off my radar. When I was nothing I beat her. When I was rising I used her. And now? The Baroness has allied with a Prince, blind to the fact that her partner’s a pauper. The very same Prince that I last remember being on the receiving end of my Venom. I’ve humiliated this team individually. I can do it when they’re together, too.”
“I’m sure you’ve forgotten that the last time the three of us were together it was when I was beating Terrence and his stoner-age pals while you and your masked royal cheered on from the sides. That’s the way I remember it, anyway. And now here we are, on opposite ends. Here’s a team that probably thinks they lucked out. Not only did they get a free ride to the semifinals...but surely the common sentiment was that Nest and Tillman were the team to beat...surely smooth sailing awaits the royal team...But your work is cut out for you.”
“One half of the team doesn’t interest me at all. I’ll get no satisfaction from knocking her head clear off her shoulders. She’s the type of person I’ll leave to my associate in order to focus on the one that truly matters.”
“Have you kept that photo I took, Prince? It was surely better than any you’ve taken. I’m photogenic, after all, and easier on the eyes. But as much as it was about mocking you, it was also a glimpse into your future. But that’s in the distance.”
“I’ve come too far to let someone like MacRear to throw a wrench in the works. Don’t act like you truly want the APEX tag team titles, Rear, not when you’ve got a chance to again dine at the big boy’s table. Or perhaps you realize that this could well be your shot at getting...something close to recognition for something other than your subpar looks. But I can’t let that happen. Not won’t, mind. Can’t.”
“For me, this little distraction of a tournament isn’t just about the titles. It’s about humiliation. It’s about proving a point as so many of my ventures in the Den are.”
“This match doesn’t come with something so grandiose as the destruction of a friendship. No. This time it’s much more simplistic. I deny Prince from getting his due and I leave baroness questioning her choice in partners. The finals will be against a team of softies either way. This tournament was over the moment my little words of wisdom spurred a scorned man into action. Individually...you two have not gotten one on me. What hope do you have now?”
“One step closer. On Wednesday..the ring runs red with royal blood...just more victims of the deadliest bite in all of the Lion’s Den.”