Post by SinclairGodfrey on May 25, 2022 18:56:21 GMT -5
'The problem with things here in Reign, is that too many people take everything as a joke. But I assure you that Donzig-gun is very serious about maintaining our stranglehold on Death's Other Kingdom. You see? All of these people, these entitled people think that we are just here--' the voice of Sinclair Godfrey paused, and she stepped into view before she shrugged. '--to amuse them? That we are some sort of joke maybe? A side-show? And they make their little comments, and do their little bits! Or bask in their family drama.'
A pause, and Sinclair frowned.
'Or just show some skin like a common harlot, which is fine by the way because we all know Blaze does her best work on her--'
A hand lifted, and the other hand waved before she smoothed her long coat. And she shook her head, starting to pace again.
'You know what? I am a lady, I am descended from the blood of kings! My family has reigned over our domain for centuries, and I will not! I will not stoop to the level of calling that woman--' A scowl. '--that creature what she is. And that goes double for the Queen of the Circus, EVK! Both of you? You think you have a chance of taking my plates from me? From me? From the Baroness? From Donzig-gun?'
Sinclair snorted, and then started to laugh. At least someone in Donzig-gun had a normal, almost pleasant sounding laugh, right? Like a nice human laugh, even if it sounded a little off at the end. Her hand lifted, and she pressed a fist to her lips before she gave a wave. She shrugged, pacing again.
'No, that isn't going to happen. Because I am the Left Hand Black, I am the Apprentice of the Scourge! And the two of you? You can try, you can fight each other! You can give it all you got! You in fact can even team up if you want and try to beat me! But the facts are ladies? You're not good enough, you've never been good enough, and you never will be good enough! I am going to tear the two of you to pieces, I will leave you bloody! And when the dust settles? I will be standing tall with my plates in my hand looking down at you both!'
Sinclair brushed her hair back, and she slowly settled down on her chair. Her hands moved to brush back her coat from her legs, and she sniffed before she leaned back to continue.
'You see as much as you all want to deny it with your jokes? Your little comments? These sad little conspiracies and games? Donzig-gun runs Reign, because are the elite. We are the best of the best, and the best the rest of you can do? Is go run some little comedy thing like Magnus' Flying Circus! Maybe they will even let the two of you entertain Goldbear!' Sinclair beams, giving a clap of delight. 'I suspect you would love some of that action, especially good old Blaze Freya. But when you're done? And the cold light of day hits you?'
Sinclair scowls, her fingers digging into the arm of the chair. Nails biting deep as she leans forward, her words a cold whisper.
'We will still be here. Reigning over you, waiting! Always waiting, because no matter what anyone in Reign does! From you two strumpets to the Aussie? Donzig owns this place, it belongs to us! It belongs to Donzig-gun! Because as much as you all hate it, or wish it was otherwise? We are the future of the XHF, we are the inevitable, and every single thing you can throw at us? We have seen worse! The Empty Night is closer then you think! We are an army, and that army has one purpose!'
A finger lifted, and she smiled.
'The destruction of this world.'
Sinclair shrugged, and she rose to her feet again. Her hands reached down, flicking her coat back as she folded her arms over her chest. Her head lifted, chin inclined as she stared at the camera with cold eyes. And she tsked, shaking her head.
'But if that is not enough? I want the two of you to think about this. No one escapes the Witch's Hammer, no one gets up from the Witch's Hammer, no one has ever ever kicked out of the Witch's Hammer! And so when one of you, both of you? I don't really care, I really don't is laying there in the ring! And I lift your body from the mat, and you feel my boot against the back of your skull? Well, you will know who beat you. You will know that you belong to us now, that your future is empty bleak wasteland! You will be in Death's Other Kingdom, and you will bend the knee to Donzig-gun.'
There was a rustle, and Donzig suddenly loomed into view. His hand settled on Sinclair's shoulder, and she tilted her head towards it with a faint smile. Her hand lifting to brush her fingers against the claw like hand of the Scourge, and that masked head glanced at her before a low voice growled.
'See you soon.'
A pause, and Sinclair frowned.
'Or just show some skin like a common harlot, which is fine by the way because we all know Blaze does her best work on her--'
A hand lifted, and the other hand waved before she smoothed her long coat. And she shook her head, starting to pace again.
'You know what? I am a lady, I am descended from the blood of kings! My family has reigned over our domain for centuries, and I will not! I will not stoop to the level of calling that woman--' A scowl. '--that creature what she is. And that goes double for the Queen of the Circus, EVK! Both of you? You think you have a chance of taking my plates from me? From me? From the Baroness? From Donzig-gun?'
Sinclair snorted, and then started to laugh. At least someone in Donzig-gun had a normal, almost pleasant sounding laugh, right? Like a nice human laugh, even if it sounded a little off at the end. Her hand lifted, and she pressed a fist to her lips before she gave a wave. She shrugged, pacing again.
'No, that isn't going to happen. Because I am the Left Hand Black, I am the Apprentice of the Scourge! And the two of you? You can try, you can fight each other! You can give it all you got! You in fact can even team up if you want and try to beat me! But the facts are ladies? You're not good enough, you've never been good enough, and you never will be good enough! I am going to tear the two of you to pieces, I will leave you bloody! And when the dust settles? I will be standing tall with my plates in my hand looking down at you both!'
Sinclair brushed her hair back, and she slowly settled down on her chair. Her hands moved to brush back her coat from her legs, and she sniffed before she leaned back to continue.
'You see as much as you all want to deny it with your jokes? Your little comments? These sad little conspiracies and games? Donzig-gun runs Reign, because are the elite. We are the best of the best, and the best the rest of you can do? Is go run some little comedy thing like Magnus' Flying Circus! Maybe they will even let the two of you entertain Goldbear!' Sinclair beams, giving a clap of delight. 'I suspect you would love some of that action, especially good old Blaze Freya. But when you're done? And the cold light of day hits you?'
Sinclair scowls, her fingers digging into the arm of the chair. Nails biting deep as she leans forward, her words a cold whisper.
'We will still be here. Reigning over you, waiting! Always waiting, because no matter what anyone in Reign does! From you two strumpets to the Aussie? Donzig owns this place, it belongs to us! It belongs to Donzig-gun! Because as much as you all hate it, or wish it was otherwise? We are the future of the XHF, we are the inevitable, and every single thing you can throw at us? We have seen worse! The Empty Night is closer then you think! We are an army, and that army has one purpose!'
A finger lifted, and she smiled.
'The destruction of this world.'
Sinclair shrugged, and she rose to her feet again. Her hands reached down, flicking her coat back as she folded her arms over her chest. Her head lifted, chin inclined as she stared at the camera with cold eyes. And she tsked, shaking her head.
'But if that is not enough? I want the two of you to think about this. No one escapes the Witch's Hammer, no one gets up from the Witch's Hammer, no one has ever ever kicked out of the Witch's Hammer! And so when one of you, both of you? I don't really care, I really don't is laying there in the ring! And I lift your body from the mat, and you feel my boot against the back of your skull? Well, you will know who beat you. You will know that you belong to us now, that your future is empty bleak wasteland! You will be in Death's Other Kingdom, and you will bend the knee to Donzig-gun.'
There was a rustle, and Donzig suddenly loomed into view. His hand settled on Sinclair's shoulder, and she tilted her head towards it with a faint smile. Her hand lifting to brush her fingers against the claw like hand of the Scourge, and that masked head glanced at her before a low voice growled.
'See you soon.'