Post by SinclairGodfrey on Jan 29, 2023 20:20:26 GMT -5
‘I don’t like Disney.’
The pretty yet cruel face of the Baroness emerged from the shadows, and she swirled her wine before her in a finely made crystal goblet. She took a slow sip, and sat the glass aside before she continued with a frown.
‘I don’t like how they sanitize fairy tales and myths. I don’t like how they change things to make the world seem like a brighter, more kind place. They sit and they indulge in every trope known to man to indulge the foolish narratives of children. And all of this while condemning the very virtues that they serve!’
Sinclair rose to her feet, sweeping across the ancient tiled floor of the dining room to stare at the painted faces of her ancestors staring down at her. She sniffed, and paced slowly before them before she continued.
‘They take every story, every great saga of our age. And they churn it into some bastardized parody of itself to twist into the same garish, cookie cutter version of what Disney thinks it should be. And that includes the changes they have made to Marvel canon, how they have removed any of the human qualities or flaws that make Iron Man an interesting character.’
Sinclair paused, her head tilting.
‘Yes, Marty in Donzig-gun? We are all DC.’
A shrug, and she waved a hand as she paced forward again.
‘Worse, worse, than all of that? Are their fans. You know the kind I mean, the ones who take these things meant for children and enshrine them as some sort of display of their own quirkiness. Disgusting. How can grown adults believe this tripe! That good will always win, that the heroes will always save the day, that a good heart and love are all you need. But meanwhile? They are every bit the selfish, mean-spirited, petty creatures as everyone else. They just like to wear a mask.’
Sinclair reclaimed her wine glass, staring at the finely carved crystal of the goblet before she took another drink. An absent wave of her hand, and she paced forward again to stand beside the fireplace with a sigh.
‘And that brings me to their king, Disney’s Marty Donovan.’
A sneer.
‘Oh, we have been watching you Marty. You see like your typical clueless Disney acolyte you forgot important lessons from history and myth because Disney washed them away. And the first is that words have power. And you should have watched yours, because the Great Dark is always listening. And we see you for what you are, Marty. There are no illusions from the eyes of the Voidsworn. You walk around making your little jokes, and your little side comments, and wearing your Tinkerbell shirts like you are harmless. But you and Crane dared to bring your cohorts here, you dared to invade what belongs to us.’
Sinclair glared into the fire, and her hand curled into a fist.
‘And since Spike’s unfortunate accident? It has fallen to me to deal with you. And I imagine before too long? You will wish it was Spike.’
She turned from the fire then, and she walked forward again.
‘You see Marty, I have no patience with pretenders. I was born for this life, I descend from the blood of royalty, my family has ruled. We are warriors, we are the blood of kings, and this is my destiny! And instead? I have to deal with people like you, people who don’t have the courage to be honest about what you are. You walk around spewing your little platitudes, your little jokes, your little snide comments. You’re a monster, Marty. You’re just the Disney version of one, a cartoon.’
Sinclair frowned.
‘And Donzig-gun? We’re cold heard reality, Marty. We don’t pretend to be something we aren’t, we don’t act like the world is some candy coated saccharine sweet land of make believe. You see you and your kind? You want the world to be like these insipid films and stories, but we know that it isn’t. It is a cold, hard, cruel place full of cold, cruel, hard people who are all after whatever they can get. You just want to act like it isn’t, but for us? That is all it is.’
Sinclair walked off then, her footsteps echoing as she disappeared into the darkness.
‘See you soon.’
The pretty yet cruel face of the Baroness emerged from the shadows, and she swirled her wine before her in a finely made crystal goblet. She took a slow sip, and sat the glass aside before she continued with a frown.
‘I don’t like how they sanitize fairy tales and myths. I don’t like how they change things to make the world seem like a brighter, more kind place. They sit and they indulge in every trope known to man to indulge the foolish narratives of children. And all of this while condemning the very virtues that they serve!’
Sinclair rose to her feet, sweeping across the ancient tiled floor of the dining room to stare at the painted faces of her ancestors staring down at her. She sniffed, and paced slowly before them before she continued.
‘They take every story, every great saga of our age. And they churn it into some bastardized parody of itself to twist into the same garish, cookie cutter version of what Disney thinks it should be. And that includes the changes they have made to Marvel canon, how they have removed any of the human qualities or flaws that make Iron Man an interesting character.’
Sinclair paused, her head tilting.
‘Yes, Marty in Donzig-gun? We are all DC.’
A shrug, and she waved a hand as she paced forward again.
‘Worse, worse, than all of that? Are their fans. You know the kind I mean, the ones who take these things meant for children and enshrine them as some sort of display of their own quirkiness. Disgusting. How can grown adults believe this tripe! That good will always win, that the heroes will always save the day, that a good heart and love are all you need. But meanwhile? They are every bit the selfish, mean-spirited, petty creatures as everyone else. They just like to wear a mask.’
Sinclair reclaimed her wine glass, staring at the finely carved crystal of the goblet before she took another drink. An absent wave of her hand, and she paced forward again to stand beside the fireplace with a sigh.
‘And that brings me to their king, Disney’s Marty Donovan.’
A sneer.
‘Oh, we have been watching you Marty. You see like your typical clueless Disney acolyte you forgot important lessons from history and myth because Disney washed them away. And the first is that words have power. And you should have watched yours, because the Great Dark is always listening. And we see you for what you are, Marty. There are no illusions from the eyes of the Voidsworn. You walk around making your little jokes, and your little side comments, and wearing your Tinkerbell shirts like you are harmless. But you and Crane dared to bring your cohorts here, you dared to invade what belongs to us.’
Sinclair glared into the fire, and her hand curled into a fist.
‘And since Spike’s unfortunate accident? It has fallen to me to deal with you. And I imagine before too long? You will wish it was Spike.’
She turned from the fire then, and she walked forward again.
‘You see Marty, I have no patience with pretenders. I was born for this life, I descend from the blood of royalty, my family has ruled. We are warriors, we are the blood of kings, and this is my destiny! And instead? I have to deal with people like you, people who don’t have the courage to be honest about what you are. You walk around spewing your little platitudes, your little jokes, your little snide comments. You’re a monster, Marty. You’re just the Disney version of one, a cartoon.’
Sinclair frowned.
‘And Donzig-gun? We’re cold heard reality, Marty. We don’t pretend to be something we aren’t, we don’t act like the world is some candy coated saccharine sweet land of make believe. You see you and your kind? You want the world to be like these insipid films and stories, but we know that it isn’t. It is a cold, hard, cruel place full of cold, cruel, hard people who are all after whatever they can get. You just want to act like it isn’t, but for us? That is all it is.’
Sinclair walked off then, her footsteps echoing as she disappeared into the darkness.
‘See you soon.’
