Mistress Discipline in the Darkness (RP1)
Apr 19, 2024 21:57:50 GMT -5
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Post by h2f on Apr 19, 2024 21:57:50 GMT -5
The light switch falls, bringing the room into darkness. Mistress Discipline enters from an equally dark hallway into the now darkened room.
Mistress Discipline: This is ridiculous. The time I could be training is spent walking around the house turning out the lights. Yesterday, the oven light was on but the box was cold.
She gestures toward the door.
Mistress Discipline: We all know who keeps my world bright, but he should be able to remember to turn the multilingual travel novel lights OFF when he leaves the non-fiction room. I understand he is feeling a little pressure regarding the upcoming rumble.
The hallway light flicks on backlighting Mistress.
Mistress Discipline: Memaw has been a little intense. She wants CAR to hold the X*Crown. And Death Trap’s … friend … is back from... well, certainly not totally dead. Just, mostly dead. Surely he was slightly alive. More thankfully, Death Trap resisted reenacting the event.
A gangly silhouette pokes in from the hallway and sticks a hand on the light switch before freezing.
Mistress Discipline: Fox has made an impressive recovery. Good job for him but this rumble will not be about him. This rumble will not be about Donzig, or that goth fellow. This is the end of Spike’s reign as the X*Crown Champion, so he will no longer be important. The rumble will not be about him. No, this rumble is about something more important. Someone more important.
The silhouette’s hand lowers off the switch as they back up on their tiptoes retreating into the hallway.
Mistress Discipline: Me. You may not see it. But this is the truth. He may not see it. But I am here. And I am angry. So angry. And hurt. And tired. There is so much. I need attention too, you know.
A small squeal has her head turning to the light hallway. It sounded like a startled teenage girl or a man startled to his knees. A soft thump precedes Funaki sliding into view. On the floor.
Mistress Discipline: This is what has become of you. Sliding upon the floor as a man brought low.
He makes the incoherent squeal of a man undergoing a full system reset.
Mistress Discipline: Are you here because you missed when to bow out? Or will you actually rise again?
His head falls to the floor.
Mistress Discipline: This discussion will not be about you either. The others think my essence, my whole world, is limited to one person. That I have reduced myself to providing for someone else. For Death Trap. But what they have failed to notice is what I have earned without him. This is no reference to the tag team belts. I earned higher placing in my last rumble.
He groans.
Mistress Discipline: Yes, it was in the past. And frankly, my focus now is… distracted. Here I am, looking toward my future. And I see too many lights turned on. He is so focused on getting attention from others that my attention has gone missing. How do I hold what I deserve?
Funaki rolls onto his side, tears in his eyes.
Mistress Discipline: I hold his ear. I hold his heart.
Funaki: Balls.
Mistress Discipline: Yes. I know. Once I hold the X*Crown everyone will see. They will be forced to look upon me. And they will know that I have earned it. The rest of them can enter ISB numbers by hand.
Funaki: Just talk to him.
Mistress Discipline: You think that will work?
Funaki: No Question.
Mistress Discipline: This is ridiculous. The time I could be training is spent walking around the house turning out the lights. Yesterday, the oven light was on but the box was cold.
She gestures toward the door.
Mistress Discipline: We all know who keeps my world bright, but he should be able to remember to turn the multilingual travel novel lights OFF when he leaves the non-fiction room. I understand he is feeling a little pressure regarding the upcoming rumble.
The hallway light flicks on backlighting Mistress.
Mistress Discipline: Memaw has been a little intense. She wants CAR to hold the X*Crown. And Death Trap’s … friend … is back from... well, certainly not totally dead. Just, mostly dead. Surely he was slightly alive. More thankfully, Death Trap resisted reenacting the event.
A gangly silhouette pokes in from the hallway and sticks a hand on the light switch before freezing.
Mistress Discipline: Fox has made an impressive recovery. Good job for him but this rumble will not be about him. This rumble will not be about Donzig, or that goth fellow. This is the end of Spike’s reign as the X*Crown Champion, so he will no longer be important. The rumble will not be about him. No, this rumble is about something more important. Someone more important.
The silhouette’s hand lowers off the switch as they back up on their tiptoes retreating into the hallway.
Mistress Discipline: Me. You may not see it. But this is the truth. He may not see it. But I am here. And I am angry. So angry. And hurt. And tired. There is so much. I need attention too, you know.
A small squeal has her head turning to the light hallway. It sounded like a startled teenage girl or a man startled to his knees. A soft thump precedes Funaki sliding into view. On the floor.
Mistress Discipline: This is what has become of you. Sliding upon the floor as a man brought low.
He makes the incoherent squeal of a man undergoing a full system reset.
Mistress Discipline: Are you here because you missed when to bow out? Or will you actually rise again?
His head falls to the floor.
Mistress Discipline: This discussion will not be about you either. The others think my essence, my whole world, is limited to one person. That I have reduced myself to providing for someone else. For Death Trap. But what they have failed to notice is what I have earned without him. This is no reference to the tag team belts. I earned higher placing in my last rumble.
He groans.
Mistress Discipline: Yes, it was in the past. And frankly, my focus now is… distracted. Here I am, looking toward my future. And I see too many lights turned on. He is so focused on getting attention from others that my attention has gone missing. How do I hold what I deserve?
Funaki rolls onto his side, tears in his eyes.
Mistress Discipline: I hold his ear. I hold his heart.
Funaki: Balls.
Mistress Discipline: Yes. I know. Once I hold the X*Crown everyone will see. They will be forced to look upon me. And they will know that I have earned it. The rest of them can enter ISB numbers by hand.
Funaki: Just talk to him.
Mistress Discipline: You think that will work?
Funaki: No Question.
