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maskormenace2014-03-13 11:54 am
fingerbang) wrote in maskormenace2014-03-13 11:54 am
Entry tags:
- † aoba seragaki | sly blue,
- † billy kaplan | wiccan,
- † cecil palmer | the voice,
- † curt connors | the lizard,
- † diego armando | godot,
- † edward nygma | the riddler,
- † gabriel | trickster,
- † greed | n/a,
- † harvey dent | two-face,
- † hyperion crius | genesis,
- † john mitchell | n/a,
- † kanaya maryam-lalonde | psychopomp,
- † kate bishop | hawkeye,
- † kotetsu t. kaburagi | wild tiger,
- † light yagami | n/a,
- † loki laufeyson | n/a,
- † lust | n/a,
- † madison montgomery | n/a,
- † miles edgeworth | n/a,
- † pitch black | the nightmare king,
- † roy mustang | the flame alchemist,
- † tony stark | iron man,
- † violet harmon | n/a
one ( voice )
So we've weathered our first publicly broadcast display of violence. In this world, that is.
[ A woman is speaking. She sounds pleasant enough at first blush, soft and modulated and distinctly feminine, but beneath that there's the unmistakable tone of someone who very much enjoys listening to the sound of her own voice. ]
Honestly -- I knew our communal memory was short, but this kind of nostalgia has never been worth repeating. I'm sure you all think you're terribly special, subjected to this indignity and being called "hero" on top of it. That must be such an insult. It had better be, for you to react like such children.
You're not the first, you know, and what happened this week won't be the last incident of its kind. That's the tragedy of random selection, right? There's no telling what kind of people will come out. In the last place, let's see... there was the old military commander who unleashed vampires on the City and almost detonated a bomb in this country's capital. There was the scientist who experimented on children and made her own army of feral monsters. The psychiatrist who caused mass hallucinations at a parade. The one who summoned an immense baby to wreak havoc on New Year's Eve.
[ There's no trace of humor in her voice, even at that last one. ImPorts, man. They've seen some shit. ]
I could go on, if you'd like, but I think you understand by now. Do you know what those people all had in common? Not one is still here today. Some of them were killed [ one by her personally, whoops ] and some were imprisoned -- others lingered on to vanish into thin air, like so many before them. But none of them managed to see their work borne out in a lasting way. That was all under Lachesis, who had much less interest vested in making sure we cooperated than our current monitors. Her greatest concerns were always for herself. After all, with the power she had to command, we could all of us be replaced, and our lives renewed at her discretion. Her entertainment was a much more fragile matter. Whether that still holds true, I couldn't say -- as far as I know, none of us can, as none of us have died. But the heroes made up for her apathy, just as they'll do now. That's just how it goes, and this time around the deck is stacked in heroism's favor.
Don't misunderstand what I'm trying to say -- if you're going to make a spectacle of yourselves, I don't particularly care what happens to you. But every action has a consequence, no matter how untouchable you'd like to believe yourself. If you have any questions, of course, I'd be happy to answer. The only trait less attractive than ignorance is hubris. Let's not mix the two any further.
[ A woman is speaking. She sounds pleasant enough at first blush, soft and modulated and distinctly feminine, but beneath that there's the unmistakable tone of someone who very much enjoys listening to the sound of her own voice. ]
Honestly -- I knew our communal memory was short, but this kind of nostalgia has never been worth repeating. I'm sure you all think you're terribly special, subjected to this indignity and being called "hero" on top of it. That must be such an insult. It had better be, for you to react like such children.
You're not the first, you know, and what happened this week won't be the last incident of its kind. That's the tragedy of random selection, right? There's no telling what kind of people will come out. In the last place, let's see... there was the old military commander who unleashed vampires on the City and almost detonated a bomb in this country's capital. There was the scientist who experimented on children and made her own army of feral monsters. The psychiatrist who caused mass hallucinations at a parade. The one who summoned an immense baby to wreak havoc on New Year's Eve.
[ There's no trace of humor in her voice, even at that last one. ImPorts, man. They've seen some shit. ]
I could go on, if you'd like, but I think you understand by now. Do you know what those people all had in common? Not one is still here today. Some of them were killed [ one by her personally, whoops ] and some were imprisoned -- others lingered on to vanish into thin air, like so many before them. But none of them managed to see their work borne out in a lasting way. That was all under Lachesis, who had much less interest vested in making sure we cooperated than our current monitors. Her greatest concerns were always for herself. After all, with the power she had to command, we could all of us be replaced, and our lives renewed at her discretion. Her entertainment was a much more fragile matter. Whether that still holds true, I couldn't say -- as far as I know, none of us can, as none of us have died. But the heroes made up for her apathy, just as they'll do now. That's just how it goes, and this time around the deck is stacked in heroism's favor.
Don't misunderstand what I'm trying to say -- if you're going to make a spectacle of yourselves, I don't particularly care what happens to you. But every action has a consequence, no matter how untouchable you'd like to believe yourself. If you have any questions, of course, I'd be happy to answer. The only trait less attractive than ignorance is hubris. Let's not mix the two any further.
➥ AUDIO | PRIVATE
[Greed slides his heel up against his ankle and shoves the phone against his shoulder. It's true - they know one another too well that it could be disaster on the horizon. A wrench in the gears for both, but it seems civility can be found somewhere in the middle. Sort of.] It shouldn't be a problem. Unless you plan on a repeat of last time.
[He's on the move though. Clicking and clacking with his heels; he's never been a creature to stay still for very long and he's certainly not about to start now.] Which I don't plan on. So - do we have ourselves a deal?
[Not that he trusts it. Not entirely. But at this point, it seems the better option.]
➥ AUDIO | PRIVATE
[ She doesn't respond to anything else he's said, least of all the mention of "last time." ]
And you've figured out how to privatize. [ WELL, YEAH, LUST, IT WAS LIKE THAT FROM THE BEGINNING but hey at least she didn't imply that someone else had to teach him how to use it. ANYWAY, her point is-- ] Is that how we're conducting this little chat, or will you be sending me a letter? I know how you feel about family reunions.
➥ AUDIO | PRIVATE
[He's on the move though. Heavy with his slow-walk and Greed makes a noise in his throat. A quick-inhale of laugh.] Don't misunderstand. I don't plan on visiting anytime soon.
[His tongue clicks on the back side of his teeth. As he drums on the hollow wood of a frame.] Send what you have to number 22 and we'll see if it's worth it.
[With that, he pulls the receiver end from his ear and cuts the call.]