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Jul 20, 2020 16:07:52 GMT -5
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Post by anna on Jul 20, 2020 16:07:52 GMT -5
[The Multitudes are in a flurry.
Time Lords are taught to observe. It is what they do. The only thing they should do. They watch and never interfere. And even not with the Homeworld destroyed, the hivemind that has made up Anna Daniels’ skull does the same. Though when you do so, you’re supposed to do it passively. Uncaring. Coldly. On the outside, they can make the vessel model exactly that. But inside...ah, inside.
One wants to lve and be loved only to be berated by another who dislikes being reliant on anyone. Some want to play hero. Others want to watch the world burn. There are screams of pain with each atrocity, but also laughter, maddening laughter, disgusting laughter. When they get like this, it can be such a struggle to focus. A struggle to think beyond them. They can be just as confused as anyone else.
Who am I?
What am I supposed to be?
Where is my place in the world?
In any world.
The questions are asked by somebody, somewhere. But no answers come. Only the noice noice noice NOICE dripping out of the pores of the innocent on the tounge of the profane. And they surrender to gods all while trying to rebel. There is no wrong, no right. And even though they knw this is the truth, they cannot believe it. There must be. For Rassilon’s sake, there MUST be. Otherwise what’s the point what’s the point what’sthepointpointpointpoint.
Nothing makes sense.
Nothing makes sense.
nothing.
And it hurts. It’s required to burn away the weakness, to erode the junk from the biodata.
But it hurts.
At first, we trace the triangle. The tripod framing, the simplistic pyramid.The symbol is so well known. It is everywhere and everybody speculates as to what it is. Is it truly the Eye of God, the divine providence that watches us all, the reminder that one is never really alone? Or is it something else, something nefarious, illuminati and mind control, new world orders? Have the humans ever considered that it might just be both? That their god can be both divine and dark. Want the best for them even if it looks like the worst. That a bit o’ brainwashing has become the only way to swerve them away from baser temptations?
It doesn’t matter.
All that matters is we trace the foundation on this dusty floor.]
ANNA DANIELS
Danny Rizzo.
[We said we would steal the format, Gungra, shortly before you burst into flame. You too are/were a symbol of the corruption of the Playground. But who are we to judge you, really? We are a corrupted thing too. That Which Should Not Be. That which is. And even though we are talking to our opponent, our focus is not on Cambot. Our empty eyes watch pasts and futures.]
ANNA DANIELS
The Last Apex.
[This is a summoning. We are summoning that cock sure kid and his ambitions.]
ANNA DANIELS
Oh, bother. You’re not so much of an apex now, Danny. And that in and of itself is saddening. You used to be the cock of the walk. You took the fight to everyone so long ago. We remember when you pulled off surprise win after surprise win in the QuagCup to cement your place as someone many should watch out for. We have seen the fire that danced in your eyes as you decided in your rage and glee to dispose of Charlie Brown. You still have it. That peak.
[His peak becomes the framework’s peak and we continue.]
ANNA DANIELS
But for many minds, all this has been drowned out. The personal has covered up the professional. They don’t see you as the warrior you are. They see the drama that has followed you. That still taints you to this very day, even as everything has settled.
[That football shape is formed blankly. Pointed tips and open wideness. An eye without an iris. Blind.]
ANNA DANIELS
This is blessing. This is curse. Makes it easier to fool people. It’s easier to gain traction against the blind...but what are the chances you’ll get the respect you deserve? You’ll work hard, stack up wins, maybe even go on a streak. Some may sober up. Many will not. It’s an uphill battle for you and the peak on this hill is high. Monsterously high. Do you feel the climb you must overtake? Do you ignore it? Do you have the tools nessecary? Can you accept the possiblilty that you might not reach the top? Questions to ask yourself. Questions to ask yourself everyday.
[Is our smile big enough for you? Sharp enough? We trace the iris and the symbol within. It means something. Not to you. Never to you. But to us to us to us. It is done with love~ Love beyond reason. Love beyond thought. Love beyond. We start with the bottom heart, the upside down, that’s the way of things. He goes first. He will always go first because he has earned that right and his heart links to ours, the top the right side up. And we drip into him as he holds us for that is what an hourglass does.
That is what true love is.]
ANNA DANIELS
We don’t know about you, Rizzy. But we ask that last question to ourselves every day. Before a match, after a match, before our eyes shut for sleep. We ask it. We don’t agree on many things. No, not much at all. But despite our lower selves holding their beliefs that failure is inevitable, they answer the question the same as we do. The answer is no.
[And we focus in, how we focus in, on our symbol. Heavenly made. A fusion of many things, many whispers. Just like us.]
ANNA DANIELS
In the end, no matter the cost, we will never accept such a thing. We are physically unable to be such a creature. We have too much pride. Deep down, you still have some pride. You musssssst. You wouldn’t have trudged through everything if you didn’t. But in the end…
[Then things stop.
Have you ever had the entire world freeze at the drop of a dime, G U N G RA.
Have you ever wanted to say such awful things? Horrible words. Stuff that would most likely ostracise you from your so called peers? Oh, it’s seething through our blood! We grin to keep them to ourselves because after all, while we would feel better by saying we want to slit Leela’s throat outloud...it would only be a temporary bliss. It’s only our darker sides--the shades of us that are wrecked in pain and are set ablaze in fury--flashing dangerous images. We are vile, vile creatures. And so we grin. Grin until the vessel’s teeth nearly crack. Grin until we can get the boiling blood settled...slightly. Peace, Anna. Peace.]
ANNA DANIELS
In the end, you don’t have enough. You don’t have enough pride in yourself to rise from your gutter. In fact, you’ve made yourself quite comfortable. That doesn’t work for us. We’re going to force you to rise, Danny. All those limits you have--and you do have them because you’re a useless human, after all--are about to be pushed. You won’t have much choice in the matter. If the potential to grow to be anything more than a little bitch is still in you, you must do it. Because even in the Union Playground, there are hidden landmines.
You know what, Gungra? On second thought, this format is stupid without having another person speaking that isn’t us. Go back to sleep.
Time Lords are taught to observe. It is what they do. The only thing they should do. They watch and never interfere. And even not with the Homeworld destroyed, the hivemind that has made up Anna Daniels’ skull does the same. Though when you do so, you’re supposed to do it passively. Uncaring. Coldly. On the outside, they can make the vessel model exactly that. But inside...ah, inside.
One wants to lve and be loved only to be berated by another who dislikes being reliant on anyone. Some want to play hero. Others want to watch the world burn. There are screams of pain with each atrocity, but also laughter, maddening laughter, disgusting laughter. When they get like this, it can be such a struggle to focus. A struggle to think beyond them. They can be just as confused as anyone else.
Who am I?
What am I supposed to be?
Where is my place in the world?
In any world.
The questions are asked by somebody, somewhere. But no answers come. Only the noice noice noice NOICE dripping out of the pores of the innocent on the tounge of the profane. And they surrender to gods all while trying to rebel. There is no wrong, no right. And even though they knw this is the truth, they cannot believe it. There must be. For Rassilon’s sake, there MUST be. Otherwise what’s the point what’s the point what’sthepointpointpointpoint.
Nothing makes sense.
Nothing makes sense.
nothing.
And it hurts. It’s required to burn away the weakness, to erode the junk from the biodata.
But it hurts.
At first, we trace the triangle. The tripod framing, the simplistic pyramid.The symbol is so well known. It is everywhere and everybody speculates as to what it is. Is it truly the Eye of God, the divine providence that watches us all, the reminder that one is never really alone? Or is it something else, something nefarious, illuminati and mind control, new world orders? Have the humans ever considered that it might just be both? That their god can be both divine and dark. Want the best for them even if it looks like the worst. That a bit o’ brainwashing has become the only way to swerve them away from baser temptations?
It doesn’t matter.
All that matters is we trace the foundation on this dusty floor.]
ANNA DANIELS
Danny Rizzo.
[We said we would steal the format, Gungra, shortly before you burst into flame. You too are/were a symbol of the corruption of the Playground. But who are we to judge you, really? We are a corrupted thing too. That Which Should Not Be. That which is. And even though we are talking to our opponent, our focus is not on Cambot. Our empty eyes watch pasts and futures.]
ANNA DANIELS
The Last Apex.
[This is a summoning. We are summoning that cock sure kid and his ambitions.]
ANNA DANIELS
Oh, bother. You’re not so much of an apex now, Danny. And that in and of itself is saddening. You used to be the cock of the walk. You took the fight to everyone so long ago. We remember when you pulled off surprise win after surprise win in the QuagCup to cement your place as someone many should watch out for. We have seen the fire that danced in your eyes as you decided in your rage and glee to dispose of Charlie Brown. You still have it. That peak.
[His peak becomes the framework’s peak and we continue.]
ANNA DANIELS
But for many minds, all this has been drowned out. The personal has covered up the professional. They don’t see you as the warrior you are. They see the drama that has followed you. That still taints you to this very day, even as everything has settled.
[That football shape is formed blankly. Pointed tips and open wideness. An eye without an iris. Blind.]
ANNA DANIELS
This is blessing. This is curse. Makes it easier to fool people. It’s easier to gain traction against the blind...but what are the chances you’ll get the respect you deserve? You’ll work hard, stack up wins, maybe even go on a streak. Some may sober up. Many will not. It’s an uphill battle for you and the peak on this hill is high. Monsterously high. Do you feel the climb you must overtake? Do you ignore it? Do you have the tools nessecary? Can you accept the possiblilty that you might not reach the top? Questions to ask yourself. Questions to ask yourself everyday.
[Is our smile big enough for you? Sharp enough? We trace the iris and the symbol within. It means something. Not to you. Never to you. But to us to us to us. It is done with love~ Love beyond reason. Love beyond thought. Love beyond. We start with the bottom heart, the upside down, that’s the way of things. He goes first. He will always go first because he has earned that right and his heart links to ours, the top the right side up. And we drip into him as he holds us for that is what an hourglass does.
That is what true love is.]
ANNA DANIELS
We don’t know about you, Rizzy. But we ask that last question to ourselves every day. Before a match, after a match, before our eyes shut for sleep. We ask it. We don’t agree on many things. No, not much at all. But despite our lower selves holding their beliefs that failure is inevitable, they answer the question the same as we do. The answer is no.
[And we focus in, how we focus in, on our symbol. Heavenly made. A fusion of many things, many whispers. Just like us.]
ANNA DANIELS
In the end, no matter the cost, we will never accept such a thing. We are physically unable to be such a creature. We have too much pride. Deep down, you still have some pride. You musssssst. You wouldn’t have trudged through everything if you didn’t. But in the end…
[Then things stop.
Have you ever had the entire world freeze at the drop of a dime, G U N G RA.
Have you ever wanted to say such awful things? Horrible words. Stuff that would most likely ostracise you from your so called peers? Oh, it’s seething through our blood! We grin to keep them to ourselves because after all, while we would feel better by saying we want to slit Leela’s throat outloud...it would only be a temporary bliss. It’s only our darker sides--the shades of us that are wrecked in pain and are set ablaze in fury--flashing dangerous images. We are vile, vile creatures. And so we grin. Grin until the vessel’s teeth nearly crack. Grin until we can get the boiling blood settled...slightly. Peace, Anna. Peace.]
ANNA DANIELS
In the end, you don’t have enough. You don’t have enough pride in yourself to rise from your gutter. In fact, you’ve made yourself quite comfortable. That doesn’t work for us. We’re going to force you to rise, Danny. All those limits you have--and you do have them because you’re a useless human, after all--are about to be pushed. You won’t have much choice in the matter. If the potential to grow to be anything more than a little bitch is still in you, you must do it. Because even in the Union Playground, there are hidden landmines.
You know what, Gungra? On second thought, this format is stupid without having another person speaking that isn’t us. Go back to sleep.