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#4
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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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Scene 1
"It doesn't seem like all that long ago," whispered CHARACTER as she stood upon the barren battlefield that once beheld the fierce clash between the FACTION and FACTION. She held her white and gold headdress in her left hand and crimson laurels in her right. "But time means nothing anymore."
Come home, little RACE.
In the back of her mind, CHARACTER could hear CHARACTER's summons but she did not answer immediately. She laid down the damaged headdress on the middle of the field as if it were an offering to the fallen. There was a moment of hesitation as she gave the laurels CHARACTER had given her a skeptical once-over, looking for all the world like it was the bane of her existence. Finally, she gave a long-suffering sigh and placed the crown over her white hair. The weight felt pleasantly natural, but CHARACTER would never admit that out loud.
She stood on the plains for a few more moments even as the whispering in her mind grew in urgency.
CHARACTER, are you going to disobey me? I will make you live a hundred thousand more years if you don't come home right now, poppet.
"Hush your tongue and die, old man," snarled CHARACTER as she whipped around and stalked off. "I'm busy."
Silly RACE child, you have all the time in the world for your little frivolities. Right now, I need you here.
Scene 2 (closed)
“I know you want to free the other RACE from the Queen's grip, CHARACTER, but we can't just walk in uninvited and hope no one stops us. Let alone expect CHARACTER to give us back th-” CHARACTER was cut off by CHARACTER suddenly, she took an exasperated breath as CHARACTER continued.
“You don't think I know that, CHARACTER?” CHARACTER snapped with a hint of frustration in his voice cutting across CHARACTER. “Not only do we need to free them, but we need to get the Queen off of the throne. We need the help of the people, from all the peoples. We need to place a new leader in charge. Only then will we truly be free. Only then will PLANET really be free.”
CHARACTER jumped into the conversation before it could escalate into an argument, he spoke in calm tones.
“Well, what do you have in mind, CHARACTER? You must have thought of something. It's not like we can waltz in and have CHARACTER say 'Hello Your Majesty, I'm home. Oh and by the way. We are kicking you out and taking your throne and giving it away to someone better.' It just doesn't work that way CHARACTER...”
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Scene 3
CHARACTER's head wheeled around like a horse gone mad at the bit, looking around her throne room at the intruders; the guests. Her guests! How dare they attack her guests, and think to get away with it?? This was beyond reckless, beyond madness! This was...this was..
"Malice and deceit! You've separated from what amounts to the grace of a Goddess and you're suffering for it! You seek to destroy my kingdom and her peoples by bringing them to feel the same suffering you do! My people do not starve; they flourish! They are well clothed, and they are saved the suffering of idle hands and overstuffed bellies!Health and prosperity, productivity and glamor! What else is this party for, but to display the fruits of their labors! THIS IS A CELEBRATION OF THEIR STRENGTH!!" CHARACTER spat her words, eyes narrowing with dark intent; if only she could escape the claws at her throat; she would show him what her kingdom was truly made of.
"Celebration of strength?" CHARACTER laughed at her, but not a pleasant heartfelt one. It was cold and hallow. Void of emotion. "This..." He turned his body and motioned to the crowds never taking his eyes from her. "...This is no celebration of strength. It is a celebration of the Stupidity of you country, and of your Tyranny. This "Party" is nothing more then a false show. Your people barely get by. They suffer unknowingly because you LIE to them! With the lack of education they would never know the difference which is why you won't let any of them LEARN! You will be punished for your crimes against your people, and your crimes against others!" Rage consumed CHARACTER. He almost leapt at her to strike her down. Almost... CHARACTER was pushing his buttons... and who knew if he would be able to hang onto what little control he had left.
"Will you listen to this heathen?? This detestable jester among men?? He would have you living in the forests! Off whatever happens to be growing nearby! Thorns, insects, wild beasts with all manner of disease and destitution! Throw them out- Throw them out!" CHARACTER practically screamed the demand, eyes searching the crowd for some sign of movement; even the smallest glimpse of her guards; her loyal men. CHARACTER of all people should never have been here; her eyes whirled back to his face, his damnable face.
"I should have killed you along with CHARACTER, your daughter," CHARACTER hissed, voice a venomous crawl.
CHARACTER's vision went red. Crimson red. He jumped toward her, reaching for a knife concealed under his costume. She would wish that she had never spoken those words. She would die here and now. No more games. She was through. An animal like growl spilled from his throat as he jumped. It would finish here and now.
But just before CHARACTER got to the Queen, CHARACTER pulled him back.
"Not yet friend. I know you are hurting... But not yet. Hold thine self still for a little longer. We will see her blood soon enough, and may that quench your vengeful heart."
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Scene 4 (closed)
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Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 07-14-2011, 10:12 PM
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