Songs, Shakespeare, and Long Memories (NPW RP #2)
Oct 18, 2021 17:41:11 GMT -5
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Post by Donzig on Oct 18, 2021 17:41:11 GMT -5
'O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention,
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!'
Donzig's voice called from the darkness, and light flared into being. He sat on his throne, and he waved a hand before he continued. His mask gleaming in the light of the fireplace behind him, and his fingers clutched the carved worn arms of the chair as he leaned forward.
'Then should the warlike Harry, like himself,
Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels,
Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire
Crouch for employment. But pardon, and gentles all,
The flat unraised spirits that have dared
On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth
So great an object: can this cockpit hold...'
Donzig slid to his feet crossing the hardwood floors, his eyes affixed on some unseen point as his voice echoed forth. He paused, looking out the dirty window, and he turned with a lift of his hand.
'The vasty fields of France? or may we cram
Within this wooden O the very casques
That did affright the air at Agincourt?
O, pardon! since a crooked figure may
Attest in little place a million;
And let us, ciphers to this great accompt,
On your imaginary forces work.
Suppose within the girdle of these walls
Are now confined two mighty monarchies....'
Donzig's voice trailed off, and he hissed that odd sounding laugh before he turned back to the camera. Then he dropped back down in his chair, a finger lifting to tap at his temple before he slowly leaned back again in the chair. Hands steepling before him, and he tilted his head.
'I know my Shakespeare too, Rob. But I think you knew that, you and the other Bastards like for people to think you are fucking idiots. Maybe that you are half--' Donzig paused, and he shrugged. 'Sinclair has recently informed me that is impolite and frowned on to say that word, so I diggress. But you see Rob? You may have fooled the rest of the NPW, but you haven't fooled me. You see I have used the same ruse, I like for people to think I am crazy. Insane.'
Donzig glanced towards the fire, and his hands fell so fingers could tap against the worn gilt carving of the lion on the arm of the chair. He said nothing and then that masked head turned again, and he wiped his hand across his masked mouth before speaking again. 'I have not forgotten you, Rob. I have not forgotten what you did to me at Call to Arms, and that shouldn't surprise you either. My memory is long, and say what you will?'
A pause.
'Donzig never forgets a slight, Rob. So forgive me, but I don't think we are even yet. I don't think we are square. I still want my pound of flesh, so don't feel like I am neglecting you, old friend. Because you will get what you have coming, and it won't be the Death Squad or Lady Sinclair you see that day. That is my promise to you, Rob. And as everyone knows in that other place, and other time? Or even here? Donzig is a man of his word.'
He rose again with a shake of his masked head, boots ringing against the wood of the floor as he started to pace the room. His hands folded behind him, nodding before he growled. 'Now there is some truth to your words. It seems my dear friend, Keith has fallen silent so far. And Steve? Well, my opinions on the skills of one Steve Awesome are well known. But the facts are this? It seems all of you? Want a piece of Donzig, and lucky for you? There is plenty of Donzig to go around, there is plenty of Donzig to spare! Because everyone needs some Donzig and so there is Donzig for everyone! And I will see to it that every single one of you sons of bitches, gets a taste of me!'
Donzig paused before the fireplace, and stared into the flames before he reached up to remove his mask. He tugged it off, and he reverently stared down at it before he sat it on the mantle. Then he turned to glare at the camera with those dark empty eyes, and his lips twisted into an evil scowl as his hand lifted to curl and uncurl into a fist before he spat. 'This may sound like hubris, it may sound like megalomania, but I want you to understand. I need you to understand. All three of you, Rob, Koala, and the ghost of Jay Stevens, eh? If Steve and Keith want the fucking night off? They want to stay home and do whatever? That's fine, because I will kick the living shit out of one of you, two of you, or three of you by my goddamned self! I will literally walk down to that ring and I will hand the three of you a beating the likes of which the North has never seen! All it takes Rob is one fucking Stunner, and another, and then a third.'
Donzig licked his lips as he lifted a hand to drag through the wild tangle of his beard. 'I know the three of you have watched enough matches, that you have seen some shit. And you know that is not a jest, that is not a boast. That the Event Horizon will drop you one by one, and you know how fast I can string them together.'
A shrug, and Donzig reached down beside the fireplace to lift the poker turning it lazily as he inspected it. A smile, and he hissed. 'And I did all my singing last week, but Rob Riot? If you are living in my head? You know it is no place to be.'
The brightest heaven of invention,
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!'
Donzig's voice called from the darkness, and light flared into being. He sat on his throne, and he waved a hand before he continued. His mask gleaming in the light of the fireplace behind him, and his fingers clutched the carved worn arms of the chair as he leaned forward.
'Then should the warlike Harry, like himself,
Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels,
Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire
Crouch for employment. But pardon, and gentles all,
The flat unraised spirits that have dared
On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth
So great an object: can this cockpit hold...'
Donzig slid to his feet crossing the hardwood floors, his eyes affixed on some unseen point as his voice echoed forth. He paused, looking out the dirty window, and he turned with a lift of his hand.
'The vasty fields of France? or may we cram
Within this wooden O the very casques
That did affright the air at Agincourt?
O, pardon! since a crooked figure may
Attest in little place a million;
And let us, ciphers to this great accompt,
On your imaginary forces work.
Suppose within the girdle of these walls
Are now confined two mighty monarchies....'
Donzig's voice trailed off, and he hissed that odd sounding laugh before he turned back to the camera. Then he dropped back down in his chair, a finger lifting to tap at his temple before he slowly leaned back again in the chair. Hands steepling before him, and he tilted his head.
'I know my Shakespeare too, Rob. But I think you knew that, you and the other Bastards like for people to think you are fucking idiots. Maybe that you are half--' Donzig paused, and he shrugged. 'Sinclair has recently informed me that is impolite and frowned on to say that word, so I diggress. But you see Rob? You may have fooled the rest of the NPW, but you haven't fooled me. You see I have used the same ruse, I like for people to think I am crazy. Insane.'
Donzig glanced towards the fire, and his hands fell so fingers could tap against the worn gilt carving of the lion on the arm of the chair. He said nothing and then that masked head turned again, and he wiped his hand across his masked mouth before speaking again. 'I have not forgotten you, Rob. I have not forgotten what you did to me at Call to Arms, and that shouldn't surprise you either. My memory is long, and say what you will?'
A pause.
'Donzig never forgets a slight, Rob. So forgive me, but I don't think we are even yet. I don't think we are square. I still want my pound of flesh, so don't feel like I am neglecting you, old friend. Because you will get what you have coming, and it won't be the Death Squad or Lady Sinclair you see that day. That is my promise to you, Rob. And as everyone knows in that other place, and other time? Or even here? Donzig is a man of his word.'
He rose again with a shake of his masked head, boots ringing against the wood of the floor as he started to pace the room. His hands folded behind him, nodding before he growled. 'Now there is some truth to your words. It seems my dear friend, Keith has fallen silent so far. And Steve? Well, my opinions on the skills of one Steve Awesome are well known. But the facts are this? It seems all of you? Want a piece of Donzig, and lucky for you? There is plenty of Donzig to go around, there is plenty of Donzig to spare! Because everyone needs some Donzig and so there is Donzig for everyone! And I will see to it that every single one of you sons of bitches, gets a taste of me!'
Donzig paused before the fireplace, and stared into the flames before he reached up to remove his mask. He tugged it off, and he reverently stared down at it before he sat it on the mantle. Then he turned to glare at the camera with those dark empty eyes, and his lips twisted into an evil scowl as his hand lifted to curl and uncurl into a fist before he spat. 'This may sound like hubris, it may sound like megalomania, but I want you to understand. I need you to understand. All three of you, Rob, Koala, and the ghost of Jay Stevens, eh? If Steve and Keith want the fucking night off? They want to stay home and do whatever? That's fine, because I will kick the living shit out of one of you, two of you, or three of you by my goddamned self! I will literally walk down to that ring and I will hand the three of you a beating the likes of which the North has never seen! All it takes Rob is one fucking Stunner, and another, and then a third.'
Donzig licked his lips as he lifted a hand to drag through the wild tangle of his beard. 'I know the three of you have watched enough matches, that you have seen some shit. And you know that is not a jest, that is not a boast. That the Event Horizon will drop you one by one, and you know how fast I can string them together.'
A shrug, and Donzig reached down beside the fireplace to lift the poker turning it lazily as he inspected it. A smile, and he hissed. 'And I did all my singing last week, but Rob Riot? If you are living in my head? You know it is no place to be.'
