Post by Lady Munin on Mar 30, 2015 14:59:15 GMT -6
"I'm sorry Kolic, was I talking to you?"
We find Munin in an empty classic theater, the lights are dimmed just enough to cast a golden glow against her pale skin, and vintage red satin dress suit. Her black hair is perfectly coifed in a partial french twist allowing some of her black tresses to fall to her shoulder. Her typically clean face is touched with just enough makeup to accentuate her exotic features, and a condescending smile curves her bright red lips.
"No, I wasn't, but since you've decided to make sounds vaguely resembling a response I'll humor you."
Dropping the tone one uses when they speak to a child, Munin instead adopts a tone of frankness. Picking up a tumbler as she does so, she examines the crystal.
"You know Kolic, I'm not quite sure what pisses me off more lately. Your betrayal, or the fact that you still can not see your own actions through all your self righteousness. If it weren't for the fact that you betrayed Eva and I, I might even find your new debacle of an identity crisis amusing."
She sets the tumbler onto the nearby side tray, and prepares her own drink with practiced ease. Smiling at the sound of the frozen sphere clanging lightly into the tumbler. She continues her address without missing a beat, though her tone turns to that of mocking inquiry.
"What's that you're saying to yourself? You have no identity crisis? You know exactly who you are and what you are fighting for? It's everyone else that doesn't know what their talking about right?"
The arched look she gives the camera shows exactly how skeptical of this she is. She seems surprisingly calm to addressing the man she has made no secret of wanting to rip a part as of late. Then again sometimes the calmness is worse than an outright storm when it comes to Munin.
"Right..."
Grabbing the nearby decanter of whiskey, Munin pours a small portion of the drink into the tumbler with a sigh.
"The only problem is that by now others have noticed you acting differently. Those near and dear perhaps..."
Sitting back into her chair with drink in hand painted red smile turns mocking once more.
"Our opinions here are obviously beneath one as good and righteous as you are, but what about those you actually think of as being as holy and good as you are. What do they think?"
She salutes him with her drink, chuckling slightly before sipping her drink.
"You see, you give me an unending supply of amusement. Even if you try to say that I'm wrong, everyone knows you're lying. Even those that are supposed to give you their utmost trust are starting to suspect that you're lying to us...and to yourself When the truth is blatantly clear."
Shifting in her chair she makes herself comfortable. She never did understand why so many people in this company resorted to lies when truth worked so much better.
"You sir are turning into the perfect heel. A heel that does not realize he is a heel. It's a classic really, though sometimes an acquired taste. You'll notice similar types of men and women in the world news. Groups like Islamic extremists that pervert and twist their holy words to fit their meaning. They believe that they are the heroes in this story, warriors of God on a righteous path to cleanse the world. Then you have protestant and Catholic groups that beat homosexuals to death in the name of their religious values. They believe they are doing God's work too, and lord help you if you try to tell them differently... You might get stoned."
Rotating her tumbler in absent habit, Munin cocks her head to the side slightly. For a moment her shadowed black eyes seem to be observing Kolics every reaction through screen, and laughing at him.
"Do you see what these groups have in common Kolic? I'm not talking about the religious aspect."
She scoffs slightly, propping one elbow on the arm of the lavish theater chair.
" Though let's face it, once you start acting like an asshole and then start preaching to others about their faults...Well, lets just say that after awhile all of you righteous nutcases seem to look and sound alike. Catholic or protestant no matter what you call yourself you are still a pretentious twat."
Smiling as if she had just complimented his new sunday suit she continues pleasantly.
"But now I've gotten off topic. Lets get back to the subject at hand.The defining trait that all of these groups have in common from the lowest extreme to the highest is the inability to see your own transgressions and past the perceived sins of other."
"Now before you start screeching from the bell tower let me make this clear."
"Despite the fact that you could be accused of using the wickedness of others to be wicked yourself with a clean conscience. In other words, doing your dirty work and then cleaning your hands off with impunity, and thinking that this absolves you of the consequences of your actions. You are obviously not on the same level as any of the extremist groups. You're a prat, but not an homicidal extremist prat. You just happen to share some less than desirable traits."
Any pretense of pleasantness was wiped clean from her face. What was left was a calculating seriousness that lies beneath her normal mask.
"In fact despite what you would like to think nobody holds you on the same level as most of the heels in GZW. At least not yet, but then the skys the limit for how low you can go. For now however you are still just a minnow swimming with sharks. An asshole that managed to become an even bigger asshole, when he betrayed his allies. You took your first step on the road to hell, its a road paved with sin, and grouted with good intentions."
She rests her chin her hand at this point, pausing to let her words set in.
"Have I gone down that road in the past, have I done worse than you? Yes, I have. Will I do so in the future? More than likely, its not something I'd deny, but the difference between us is that I do what I do with both eyes open. I am completely aware of my transgressions, and I will hold myself accountable for them. I have a moral code that I live by, a set of ethics, rules if you will. They may not be the same rules that you have, but at least I hold myself to them. Which is more than I can say for you. You who can't even hold to the teachings of his own faith, honor his own vows, hold his self accountable to his own rules. You're a liar Kolic, a dishonorable Judas, and while you may find absolution in the heavens for your actions for no higher price than asking for forgiveness...I will make sure that you pay for it here on earth."
She takes a sip of her drink before setting it down with an audible click. The anger that has been so absent smolders finally just below the surface, and the smile she offers is a thing of cold harshness.
"The sad thing is I can already predict every argument you have to offer, every poisoned denial that will fall from your lips. How dare I lecture you about honor, about being a decent person. Me the...what was it again?"
Raising one finger in the air she sits up straight in her chair.
"Ah yes, the borderline sociopath who finds it more honorable to not break her word than to not break other people's skulls?"
Letting her hand drop she relaxes back into her chair once more. Her voice grows cold and slightly harsher.
"The fact is I'm not lecturing you about being as so called decent person. No one currently in this company can truly be called a decent person. What I am lecturing you on his holding yourself accountable for your actions and being honest with yourself. I can lecture you about honor because my actions have already proven my honor in the past. I can lecture you about betrayal because I am one of the people you betrayed."
A slow genuine smile curves her red lips, her eyes sparkle with dark amusement.
"If you don't want to believe my words see for yourself."
She nods to a spot outside of the cameras view, and the world slowly shifts while the camera changes views. The vintage red velvet curtains that once hid the screen open, and the lights of the theater dim.The events from the previous show flicker to life across the large theater screen in stark black and white. Everything from the chair shot to the beatings, and Kolic standing by as it all happens."
"Is this your so called mercy? Is this turning the other cheek? Tell me what do you think your heavenly savior thought of you at that moment?"
Munin's voice can be heard off camera, her tone cold and lightly laced with disgust.
"This wasn't mercy and this was far from honorable. You swung that chair, you turned your back. You tell yourself it was going to happen whether you were there or not. Do you think that makes it ok? No, you were there and it could have been different. You could have decided not to nail your friend with a chair. You could have helped defend the woman that has been a friend and ally to you, and you could have kept your word to me."
The last part is bit out in harsh voice laden with fury.
"I can judge you, you dumb fuck because I am one of the people you betrayed, and you better give thanks to God for Eva's mercy and my Honor that means so little to you, because if I hadn't given my word to her you would never make it to your match."
The screen goes dark, and the velvet red curtains close. Lights slowly return to a dim glow, as the camera turns to Munin once more.
"So there you have it, I have now officially spoken TO YOU. You can take my words eat them and choke on them for all I care, but I dare you to try to get them out of your head at night. In those moments before sleep when you ask for forgiveness, when you are finally honest with yourself."
Staring into the camera once more Munin allows herself a vicious Cheshire smile.
"You've been living down the rabbit hole Marcus. We're all mad here , and you are no better than anyone else in this company. After Armageddon you lost any claim to innocence or honor that you once had."
With those words the lights go out, plunging the theater into darkness.
"Sweet dreams"
We find Munin in an empty classic theater, the lights are dimmed just enough to cast a golden glow against her pale skin, and vintage red satin dress suit. Her black hair is perfectly coifed in a partial french twist allowing some of her black tresses to fall to her shoulder. Her typically clean face is touched with just enough makeup to accentuate her exotic features, and a condescending smile curves her bright red lips.
"No, I wasn't, but since you've decided to make sounds vaguely resembling a response I'll humor you."
Dropping the tone one uses when they speak to a child, Munin instead adopts a tone of frankness. Picking up a tumbler as she does so, she examines the crystal.
"You know Kolic, I'm not quite sure what pisses me off more lately. Your betrayal, or the fact that you still can not see your own actions through all your self righteousness. If it weren't for the fact that you betrayed Eva and I, I might even find your new debacle of an identity crisis amusing."
She sets the tumbler onto the nearby side tray, and prepares her own drink with practiced ease. Smiling at the sound of the frozen sphere clanging lightly into the tumbler. She continues her address without missing a beat, though her tone turns to that of mocking inquiry.
"What's that you're saying to yourself? You have no identity crisis? You know exactly who you are and what you are fighting for? It's everyone else that doesn't know what their talking about right?"
The arched look she gives the camera shows exactly how skeptical of this she is. She seems surprisingly calm to addressing the man she has made no secret of wanting to rip a part as of late. Then again sometimes the calmness is worse than an outright storm when it comes to Munin.
"Right..."
Grabbing the nearby decanter of whiskey, Munin pours a small portion of the drink into the tumbler with a sigh.
"The only problem is that by now others have noticed you acting differently. Those near and dear perhaps..."
Sitting back into her chair with drink in hand painted red smile turns mocking once more.
"Our opinions here are obviously beneath one as good and righteous as you are, but what about those you actually think of as being as holy and good as you are. What do they think?"
She salutes him with her drink, chuckling slightly before sipping her drink.
"You see, you give me an unending supply of amusement. Even if you try to say that I'm wrong, everyone knows you're lying. Even those that are supposed to give you their utmost trust are starting to suspect that you're lying to us...and to yourself When the truth is blatantly clear."
Shifting in her chair she makes herself comfortable. She never did understand why so many people in this company resorted to lies when truth worked so much better.
"You sir are turning into the perfect heel. A heel that does not realize he is a heel. It's a classic really, though sometimes an acquired taste. You'll notice similar types of men and women in the world news. Groups like Islamic extremists that pervert and twist their holy words to fit their meaning. They believe that they are the heroes in this story, warriors of God on a righteous path to cleanse the world. Then you have protestant and Catholic groups that beat homosexuals to death in the name of their religious values. They believe they are doing God's work too, and lord help you if you try to tell them differently... You might get stoned."
Rotating her tumbler in absent habit, Munin cocks her head to the side slightly. For a moment her shadowed black eyes seem to be observing Kolics every reaction through screen, and laughing at him.
"Do you see what these groups have in common Kolic? I'm not talking about the religious aspect."
She scoffs slightly, propping one elbow on the arm of the lavish theater chair.
" Though let's face it, once you start acting like an asshole and then start preaching to others about their faults...Well, lets just say that after awhile all of you righteous nutcases seem to look and sound alike. Catholic or protestant no matter what you call yourself you are still a pretentious twat."
Smiling as if she had just complimented his new sunday suit she continues pleasantly.
"But now I've gotten off topic. Lets get back to the subject at hand.The defining trait that all of these groups have in common from the lowest extreme to the highest is the inability to see your own transgressions and past the perceived sins of other."
"Now before you start screeching from the bell tower let me make this clear."
"Despite the fact that you could be accused of using the wickedness of others to be wicked yourself with a clean conscience. In other words, doing your dirty work and then cleaning your hands off with impunity, and thinking that this absolves you of the consequences of your actions. You are obviously not on the same level as any of the extremist groups. You're a prat, but not an homicidal extremist prat. You just happen to share some less than desirable traits."
Any pretense of pleasantness was wiped clean from her face. What was left was a calculating seriousness that lies beneath her normal mask.
"In fact despite what you would like to think nobody holds you on the same level as most of the heels in GZW. At least not yet, but then the skys the limit for how low you can go. For now however you are still just a minnow swimming with sharks. An asshole that managed to become an even bigger asshole, when he betrayed his allies. You took your first step on the road to hell, its a road paved with sin, and grouted with good intentions."
She rests her chin her hand at this point, pausing to let her words set in.
"Have I gone down that road in the past, have I done worse than you? Yes, I have. Will I do so in the future? More than likely, its not something I'd deny, but the difference between us is that I do what I do with both eyes open. I am completely aware of my transgressions, and I will hold myself accountable for them. I have a moral code that I live by, a set of ethics, rules if you will. They may not be the same rules that you have, but at least I hold myself to them. Which is more than I can say for you. You who can't even hold to the teachings of his own faith, honor his own vows, hold his self accountable to his own rules. You're a liar Kolic, a dishonorable Judas, and while you may find absolution in the heavens for your actions for no higher price than asking for forgiveness...I will make sure that you pay for it here on earth."
She takes a sip of her drink before setting it down with an audible click. The anger that has been so absent smolders finally just below the surface, and the smile she offers is a thing of cold harshness.
"The sad thing is I can already predict every argument you have to offer, every poisoned denial that will fall from your lips. How dare I lecture you about honor, about being a decent person. Me the...what was it again?"
Raising one finger in the air she sits up straight in her chair.
"Ah yes, the borderline sociopath who finds it more honorable to not break her word than to not break other people's skulls?"
Letting her hand drop she relaxes back into her chair once more. Her voice grows cold and slightly harsher.
"The fact is I'm not lecturing you about being as so called decent person. No one currently in this company can truly be called a decent person. What I am lecturing you on his holding yourself accountable for your actions and being honest with yourself. I can lecture you about honor because my actions have already proven my honor in the past. I can lecture you about betrayal because I am one of the people you betrayed."
A slow genuine smile curves her red lips, her eyes sparkle with dark amusement.
"If you don't want to believe my words see for yourself."
She nods to a spot outside of the cameras view, and the world slowly shifts while the camera changes views. The vintage red velvet curtains that once hid the screen open, and the lights of the theater dim.The events from the previous show flicker to life across the large theater screen in stark black and white. Everything from the chair shot to the beatings, and Kolic standing by as it all happens."
"Is this your so called mercy? Is this turning the other cheek? Tell me what do you think your heavenly savior thought of you at that moment?"
Munin's voice can be heard off camera, her tone cold and lightly laced with disgust.
"This wasn't mercy and this was far from honorable. You swung that chair, you turned your back. You tell yourself it was going to happen whether you were there or not. Do you think that makes it ok? No, you were there and it could have been different. You could have decided not to nail your friend with a chair. You could have helped defend the woman that has been a friend and ally to you, and you could have kept your word to me."
The last part is bit out in harsh voice laden with fury.
"I can judge you, you dumb fuck because I am one of the people you betrayed, and you better give thanks to God for Eva's mercy and my Honor that means so little to you, because if I hadn't given my word to her you would never make it to your match."
The screen goes dark, and the velvet red curtains close. Lights slowly return to a dim glow, as the camera turns to Munin once more.
"So there you have it, I have now officially spoken TO YOU. You can take my words eat them and choke on them for all I care, but I dare you to try to get them out of your head at night. In those moments before sleep when you ask for forgiveness, when you are finally honest with yourself."
Staring into the camera once more Munin allows herself a vicious Cheshire smile.
"You've been living down the rabbit hole Marcus. We're all mad here , and you are no better than anyone else in this company. After Armageddon you lost any claim to innocence or honor that you once had."
With those words the lights go out, plunging the theater into darkness.
"Sweet dreams"
