Of Poems and Swords (RP #1)
Nov 5, 2024 19:57:23 GMT -5
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Post by TakaruMatsui on Nov 5, 2024 19:57:23 GMT -5
The man known as the Red Slayer sat in darkness, thin ribbons of smoke swirling around him as he sat cross legged on the floor. His eyes closed, his hands resting on his legs before the eyes slowly opened. He took a deep breath, a shudder running through him as he looked down at his hand which had balled into a fist.
He stared at it, then slowly forced it to open to lay on his leg once more.
‘The Battle of Britain was supposed to mark my return, it was supposed to mark a return to glory. And perhaps in a way it was, because Takaru Matsui walked into the O2 arena, and he reminded the XHF and WUK who he is!
But, I fell short of my goal.’
His hand lifted, and he stared at it before his hand dropped away with a wave of his fingers.
‘I fell short of the prize. You see perhaps I was not the only one looking to prove something, perhaps I was not the only one looking to return to glory, eh? It was a night of rebirths, a return of legends.
And as I stood in the ring, I saw that I was not the only one who had come back.’
A frown, and he lowered his head before he looked up with a fall of his dark hair across his face. His eyes narrowed, and his hands clenched into fists.
‘Seth Dillinger.’
A sigh.
‘You are a legend, an icon, a man marked by destiny. And you eliminated me from the Battle of Britain. Part of me is okay with that, you see to be defeated by a legend? To be pinned by an icon in the biggest match of the year? That is no small thing. That is nothing to be ashamed of.’
He stared at his hands, and they tightened.
‘But another part of me? Well, it is not pleased at all. It wants revenge, it wants to prove that it superior, that even a legend can suffer at our hands! That as great as you are, as dominant as you, as fearsome as your legend is?
That this is the time of the Red Slayer! That this should be the hour of the King of Kyoto!’
He took a deep breath, and he looked up once more as he forced his hands to open. He dragged them across his thighs, nodding slowly before he lifted his hands to press them together before him as he closed his eyes.
‘At Legacy, at Wexford, we will meet once more, Seth. And I will see which side of my nature is right, because I am going to test myself against you inside of that ring. I am going to bring the fight to you, I am going to show you what I am!
Who. I. Am.’
Matsui rose suddenly, and then he stepped into the darkness.
‘If you meet a man who is not a poet, do not show him your poem. But when you meet a master swordsman?’
A shrug.
‘Show him your sword.’
He stared at it, then slowly forced it to open to lay on his leg once more.
‘The Battle of Britain was supposed to mark my return, it was supposed to mark a return to glory. And perhaps in a way it was, because Takaru Matsui walked into the O2 arena, and he reminded the XHF and WUK who he is!
But, I fell short of my goal.’
His hand lifted, and he stared at it before his hand dropped away with a wave of his fingers.
‘I fell short of the prize. You see perhaps I was not the only one looking to prove something, perhaps I was not the only one looking to return to glory, eh? It was a night of rebirths, a return of legends.
And as I stood in the ring, I saw that I was not the only one who had come back.’
A frown, and he lowered his head before he looked up with a fall of his dark hair across his face. His eyes narrowed, and his hands clenched into fists.
‘Seth Dillinger.’
A sigh.
‘You are a legend, an icon, a man marked by destiny. And you eliminated me from the Battle of Britain. Part of me is okay with that, you see to be defeated by a legend? To be pinned by an icon in the biggest match of the year? That is no small thing. That is nothing to be ashamed of.’
He stared at his hands, and they tightened.
‘But another part of me? Well, it is not pleased at all. It wants revenge, it wants to prove that it superior, that even a legend can suffer at our hands! That as great as you are, as dominant as you, as fearsome as your legend is?
That this is the time of the Red Slayer! That this should be the hour of the King of Kyoto!’
He took a deep breath, and he looked up once more as he forced his hands to open. He dragged them across his thighs, nodding slowly before he lifted his hands to press them together before him as he closed his eyes.
‘At Legacy, at Wexford, we will meet once more, Seth. And I will see which side of my nature is right, because I am going to test myself against you inside of that ring. I am going to bring the fight to you, I am going to show you what I am!
Who. I. Am.’
Matsui rose suddenly, and then he stepped into the darkness.
‘If you meet a man who is not a poet, do not show him your poem. But when you meet a master swordsman?’
A shrug.
‘Show him your sword.’
