Post by TakaruMatsui on Oct 1, 2022 22:04:50 GMT -5
'There is an old saying--' Takaru leaned forward, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he shrugged his leather clad shoulders. He had an old wooden mask painted metallic grin in his hands, the wood had been repaired clearly as it was laced with cracks and breaks. It was the face on an oni, and his fingers brushed across it before he spoke again.
'When you meet a master swordsman, show him your sword. When you meet a man who is not a poet, do not show him your poem.'
He fell silent, and then looked up with a faint frown.
'And you are a master swordsman, Donzig. You might be the master swordsman. I will not dismiss you, I will not look past you as others do. Or have done.' Takaru shook his head before his hand lifted to brush back his long black hair. He grunted, and leaned back slowly as he turned the mask in his hands. His fingers sliding across the breaks before he continued. 'You're everything you say you are. You're a savage, a warrior, relentless, without pity or remorse. I know this because I have seen what you can do. But what do you do with these gifts?'
Takaru shrugged, and he looked up again.
'You create misery. You spread a vile contempt for everything and everyone around you. You seek to taint or defile everything that you once held in esteem. You are a nightmare, a monster, the heart of darkness.' Takaru scowled, and he sat the mask aside as he rose to his feet. 'I know that Armand is a monster as well, and I know exactly what kind of creature Goth is, and when I look at Wentzel? Eh, I see that he too is tainted by his past. But you?'
Takaru paced slowly, and he shrugged as he smoothed his leather jacket. A shake of his head, and he lifted his hand before he let it drop.
'My old friend, you are the worst of them. You are what the monsters fear, and now once more I have to face your fury. I have to stand across the ring from the Scourge, and stop him from claiming the prize he lusts for above all things: revenge. For I know that is what you want the title for! But I am going to stop you, I am going to put you down. You see? I am the Red Slayer, and I do not fear you. I do not fear this collection of monsters that Blood has gathered! And so Donzig, I am going to batter you into the earth! You see? I want my revenge as well, revenge on you for your betrayals! Revenge on you for all of the terrible things you have done! I want revenge for what you have done to a man I once called friend, Donzig! And so when we meet in Boston?'
Takaru shrugged, and smiled slightly as he lifted his chin.
'Don't show me your poems.'
'When you meet a master swordsman, show him your sword. When you meet a man who is not a poet, do not show him your poem.'
He fell silent, and then looked up with a faint frown.
'And you are a master swordsman, Donzig. You might be the master swordsman. I will not dismiss you, I will not look past you as others do. Or have done.' Takaru shook his head before his hand lifted to brush back his long black hair. He grunted, and leaned back slowly as he turned the mask in his hands. His fingers sliding across the breaks before he continued. 'You're everything you say you are. You're a savage, a warrior, relentless, without pity or remorse. I know this because I have seen what you can do. But what do you do with these gifts?'
Takaru shrugged, and he looked up again.
'You create misery. You spread a vile contempt for everything and everyone around you. You seek to taint or defile everything that you once held in esteem. You are a nightmare, a monster, the heart of darkness.' Takaru scowled, and he sat the mask aside as he rose to his feet. 'I know that Armand is a monster as well, and I know exactly what kind of creature Goth is, and when I look at Wentzel? Eh, I see that he too is tainted by his past. But you?'
Takaru paced slowly, and he shrugged as he smoothed his leather jacket. A shake of his head, and he lifted his hand before he let it drop.
'My old friend, you are the worst of them. You are what the monsters fear, and now once more I have to face your fury. I have to stand across the ring from the Scourge, and stop him from claiming the prize he lusts for above all things: revenge. For I know that is what you want the title for! But I am going to stop you, I am going to put you down. You see? I am the Red Slayer, and I do not fear you. I do not fear this collection of monsters that Blood has gathered! And so Donzig, I am going to batter you into the earth! You see? I want my revenge as well, revenge on you for your betrayals! Revenge on you for all of the terrible things you have done! I want revenge for what you have done to a man I once called friend, Donzig! And so when we meet in Boston?'
Takaru shrugged, and smiled slightly as he lifted his chin.
'Don't show me your poems.'
