Banish Thy Name, part one (Zolothach RP1)
Nov 1, 2021 21:51:18 GMT -5
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Post by vastrix on Nov 1, 2021 21:51:18 GMT -5
On the roof of the apartment building that “Zolothach” Tabitha Osborne and Randy Angel live in, they were given special permission to set up a wrestling ring for sparring purposes. It’s late at night and “Zolothach” Tabitha Osborne sits in the middle of the ring. She is in what used to be a white gown that was her outfit while she was in the asylum at Killswitch Island.
Zolothach sits in the middle of a circle of protection, a specially prepared rectangle sheet of silt paper in her hands. The wind picks at her hair, blowing it in the breeze and she shivers involuntarily from the cold as she wears nothing under the thin gown. She writes something on the silk paper and sets it down onto the mat, placing a rock on it so that it doesn’t blow away. What does the paper say? We pan in on it and can see that it reads:
Nomi Genjo.
The access door to the roof opens to allow Randy Angel to come out onto the roof. He looks around until he sees Zolothach in the ring. He closes the door behind him and jumps up onto the ring apron.
Randy Angel: Zolothach? What are you doing out here? It’s really cold out right now. Are you getting ready for your match with Brad Kane?
Zolothach’s eyes flit open and she looks over to where Randy is on the ring apron.
Zolothach: I am eliminating a threat once and for all.
Randy Angel: Oh. I mean Brad Kane might be bad ass and all, but you shouldn't have to resort to magic to remove him or anything. Besides, isn’t that kind of cheating?
Zolothach glares at Randy, who steps back, nearly falling off the ring apron if not for quick reflexes allowing him to grab the top rope.
Zolothach: I am eliminating Nomi Genjo once and for all. This spell is called “Banish Thy Name” and over the course of several nights will wipe him from existence.
Randy Angel: You would kill him? I thought we agreed to not kill.
Zolothach: YOU GOT TABITHA TO AGREE TO NOT KILL! Besides, he won’t die. He will weaken until he ceases to exist. Painless.
Randy Angel: What about Brad Kane? I hear he died and came back, but he still sorta lives in Hell? Maybe he’s a demon or a devil now.
Zolothach: What’s there to really talk about? He’s a man of such extreme violence. I’m a woman of unparalleled violence. I would out violent Spike Kane himself. What do you think I would do to his little brother? Gut him like a fish, I will.
Randy Angel: He says that he’s the kind of dead man that will make you want to rip him up. Though, he is the kind of stupid who orders a diet water.
Zolothach just shrugs.
Zolothach: I already want to tear him apart. Wait…what the heck is a diet water?
Randy Angel: I think it’s without the lemon in it.
Zolothach: Then I drink diet water all the time? So stupid. Where did he order “diet water”?
Randy Angel: He ordered it at Chick-Fil-A along with a bunch of chicken sandwiches.
Zolothach nods.
Zolothach: He thinks that he’s the King of Violence. If he were such a thing, would’ve he be the X*Crown champion right about now instead of his brother? Wouldn’t he have a title instead of competing for some “new title”?
Randy Angel: No offense, but wouldn’t you be competing for such a thing? You aren’t exactly turning heads of late.
Zolothach: I have been distracted of late. Nomi Genjo has been distracting me ever since I took him off the streets of Tokyo. He’s tried several times to kill us and I think that it’s time we finished him once and for all.
Randy Angel: Couldn’t you just sorta cast the Body Shaping spell again to have the looks that you want?
Zolothach gives Randy a baleful glare.
Zolothach: I have accepted that this is the way that I am going to look for the rest of my life. Brad Kane has to accept that I’m going to defeat him in the ring. I’m going to beat him down like my daddy did when he wanted to beat the wrestling bug out of me. Now…leave me.
Randy Angel: I really don’t think that you should be wishing someone out of existence.
Zolothach: I did not ask you for your opinion!
As if to make her point, Zolothach produces a knife. It isn’t her ritual dagger as it was lost in the midsection of the Gilded Giant. Randy Angel beats feet, heading back to the apartment that they share in the hopes that Zolothach will come to her senses.
Zolothach puts the knife down and picks up the silk sheet of paper. She begins to chant the name “Nomi Genjo” over and over. For the next hour, Zolothach says the name over and over in her chanting. She pours her anger, her hate, and as much malice as she can into her chanting and as she does so, the very air seems to quiver with a twisted, growling, gurgling hate as the universe knows that part of its being is being ripped away.
Somewhere else in the city, Nomi Genjo tosses and turns in his sleep. He seems to be deep in the throws of a terrible nightmare. We see a sort of side by side view and as Zolothach spews the name of the Golden Giant like a snake spitting venom, Nomi Genjo tosses, turns, and shouts out loud in his sleep.
Once the hour finishes, Nomi Genjo sits up in his bed. He’s drenched with sweat from his horrific nightmares. He holds his side where his stitches had broken in his sleep and has begun to bleed. The ritual dagger of Zolothach sits on his bedside table where it has sat since he had a street doctor remove the blade from his guts.
Nomi Genjo: Such terrible nightmares.
Nomi starts to sit up, but realizes he does not currently possess the strength to do so. His bloody hand goes to his head where he feels somewhat dizzy as if he had really exerted himself during his nightmares. It takes nearly thirty minutes, but Genjo makes it out of bed to head to the bathroom.
We don’t follow him in.
Once he’s finished with the bathroom, Genjo comes out of the bathroom and heads to the kitchen to make himself a bit of hot tea to soothe his senses so that he can maybe go back to bed nightmare free. After all, it was probably a bit of greasy food that brought on the nightmare in the first place. Too much bbq pork ramen soup for dinner. That was it.
Nomi Genjo: I dreamed that skank Zolothach killed me over and over again. Fucked up.
Genjo drinks his tea, bandages his side, and heads back to bed while ignoring the fact that his sheets are bloody from where he bled on them.
Nomi Genjo: Bitch can’t stop me. I’m unstoppable.
The next week is much of the same. Genjo wakes from his nightmares, the night time visages growing ever more gruesome with each passing day. He grows weaker, clumsier, and a fog enters his brain that he just can’t seem to focus. He doesn’t go to check on his hookers. He doesn’t check in with his ninja followers. He doesn’t eat. He doesn’t drink. He just lays in bed and hopes to get the rest that he needs to feel whole again, but knows that with the closing of his eyes that she will be there again. That Zolothach will haunt his dreams and murder him.
He sits up on the side of his bloody bed, having stitched up his wound on his side himself for the dozenth time today. Something had to stop these night terrors. Something had to make him stop rending himself open and being afraid of a little Cthulhu witch priestess.
Wait…
She had done spells before to make herself look whole before he had ended that with a well placed grenade. She could be the very source of the terrors vexing him and tearing down his body, mind, and soul. He would go to her and end her once and for all. End the curse upon his form.
Genjo grabs the ritual dagger from his bedside table. It would be fitting to end her by her own blade. He has enough strength for that. He’s sure of it.
Zolothach heads back to her room after another night of vile chanting. She’s cold, she’s hungry, and she’s drained from the cold weather outside and the power that she’s pouring into this spell. She finds a bowl of warm soup by her bed. She blinks as she touches it. Randy’s doing. He is trying to bring Tabitha back out, but she is dead. Nothing can change that now.
Zolothach sits in the middle of a circle of protection, a specially prepared rectangle sheet of silt paper in her hands. The wind picks at her hair, blowing it in the breeze and she shivers involuntarily from the cold as she wears nothing under the thin gown. She writes something on the silk paper and sets it down onto the mat, placing a rock on it so that it doesn’t blow away. What does the paper say? We pan in on it and can see that it reads:
Nomi Genjo.
The access door to the roof opens to allow Randy Angel to come out onto the roof. He looks around until he sees Zolothach in the ring. He closes the door behind him and jumps up onto the ring apron.
Randy Angel: Zolothach? What are you doing out here? It’s really cold out right now. Are you getting ready for your match with Brad Kane?
Zolothach’s eyes flit open and she looks over to where Randy is on the ring apron.
Zolothach: I am eliminating a threat once and for all.
Randy Angel: Oh. I mean Brad Kane might be bad ass and all, but you shouldn't have to resort to magic to remove him or anything. Besides, isn’t that kind of cheating?
Zolothach glares at Randy, who steps back, nearly falling off the ring apron if not for quick reflexes allowing him to grab the top rope.
Zolothach: I am eliminating Nomi Genjo once and for all. This spell is called “Banish Thy Name” and over the course of several nights will wipe him from existence.
Randy Angel: You would kill him? I thought we agreed to not kill.
Zolothach: YOU GOT TABITHA TO AGREE TO NOT KILL! Besides, he won’t die. He will weaken until he ceases to exist. Painless.
Randy Angel: What about Brad Kane? I hear he died and came back, but he still sorta lives in Hell? Maybe he’s a demon or a devil now.
Zolothach: What’s there to really talk about? He’s a man of such extreme violence. I’m a woman of unparalleled violence. I would out violent Spike Kane himself. What do you think I would do to his little brother? Gut him like a fish, I will.
Randy Angel: He says that he’s the kind of dead man that will make you want to rip him up. Though, he is the kind of stupid who orders a diet water.
Zolothach just shrugs.
Zolothach: I already want to tear him apart. Wait…what the heck is a diet water?
Randy Angel: I think it’s without the lemon in it.
Zolothach: Then I drink diet water all the time? So stupid. Where did he order “diet water”?
Randy Angel: He ordered it at Chick-Fil-A along with a bunch of chicken sandwiches.
Zolothach nods.
Zolothach: He thinks that he’s the King of Violence. If he were such a thing, would’ve he be the X*Crown champion right about now instead of his brother? Wouldn’t he have a title instead of competing for some “new title”?
Randy Angel: No offense, but wouldn’t you be competing for such a thing? You aren’t exactly turning heads of late.
Zolothach: I have been distracted of late. Nomi Genjo has been distracting me ever since I took him off the streets of Tokyo. He’s tried several times to kill us and I think that it’s time we finished him once and for all.
Randy Angel: Couldn’t you just sorta cast the Body Shaping spell again to have the looks that you want?
Zolothach gives Randy a baleful glare.
Zolothach: I have accepted that this is the way that I am going to look for the rest of my life. Brad Kane has to accept that I’m going to defeat him in the ring. I’m going to beat him down like my daddy did when he wanted to beat the wrestling bug out of me. Now…leave me.
Randy Angel: I really don’t think that you should be wishing someone out of existence.
Zolothach: I did not ask you for your opinion!
As if to make her point, Zolothach produces a knife. It isn’t her ritual dagger as it was lost in the midsection of the Gilded Giant. Randy Angel beats feet, heading back to the apartment that they share in the hopes that Zolothach will come to her senses.
Zolothach puts the knife down and picks up the silk sheet of paper. She begins to chant the name “Nomi Genjo” over and over. For the next hour, Zolothach says the name over and over in her chanting. She pours her anger, her hate, and as much malice as she can into her chanting and as she does so, the very air seems to quiver with a twisted, growling, gurgling hate as the universe knows that part of its being is being ripped away.
Somewhere else in the city, Nomi Genjo tosses and turns in his sleep. He seems to be deep in the throws of a terrible nightmare. We see a sort of side by side view and as Zolothach spews the name of the Golden Giant like a snake spitting venom, Nomi Genjo tosses, turns, and shouts out loud in his sleep.
Once the hour finishes, Nomi Genjo sits up in his bed. He’s drenched with sweat from his horrific nightmares. He holds his side where his stitches had broken in his sleep and has begun to bleed. The ritual dagger of Zolothach sits on his bedside table where it has sat since he had a street doctor remove the blade from his guts.
Nomi Genjo: Such terrible nightmares.
Nomi starts to sit up, but realizes he does not currently possess the strength to do so. His bloody hand goes to his head where he feels somewhat dizzy as if he had really exerted himself during his nightmares. It takes nearly thirty minutes, but Genjo makes it out of bed to head to the bathroom.
We don’t follow him in.
Once he’s finished with the bathroom, Genjo comes out of the bathroom and heads to the kitchen to make himself a bit of hot tea to soothe his senses so that he can maybe go back to bed nightmare free. After all, it was probably a bit of greasy food that brought on the nightmare in the first place. Too much bbq pork ramen soup for dinner. That was it.
Nomi Genjo: I dreamed that skank Zolothach killed me over and over again. Fucked up.
Genjo drinks his tea, bandages his side, and heads back to bed while ignoring the fact that his sheets are bloody from where he bled on them.
Nomi Genjo: Bitch can’t stop me. I’m unstoppable.
The next week is much of the same. Genjo wakes from his nightmares, the night time visages growing ever more gruesome with each passing day. He grows weaker, clumsier, and a fog enters his brain that he just can’t seem to focus. He doesn’t go to check on his hookers. He doesn’t check in with his ninja followers. He doesn’t eat. He doesn’t drink. He just lays in bed and hopes to get the rest that he needs to feel whole again, but knows that with the closing of his eyes that she will be there again. That Zolothach will haunt his dreams and murder him.
He sits up on the side of his bloody bed, having stitched up his wound on his side himself for the dozenth time today. Something had to stop these night terrors. Something had to make him stop rending himself open and being afraid of a little Cthulhu witch priestess.
Wait…
She had done spells before to make herself look whole before he had ended that with a well placed grenade. She could be the very source of the terrors vexing him and tearing down his body, mind, and soul. He would go to her and end her once and for all. End the curse upon his form.
Genjo grabs the ritual dagger from his bedside table. It would be fitting to end her by her own blade. He has enough strength for that. He’s sure of it.
Zolothach heads back to her room after another night of vile chanting. She’s cold, she’s hungry, and she’s drained from the cold weather outside and the power that she’s pouring into this spell. She finds a bowl of warm soup by her bed. She blinks as she touches it. Randy’s doing. He is trying to bring Tabitha back out, but she is dead. Nothing can change that now.