Post by SorchaNiWynne on Feb 22, 2023 19:11:20 GMT
You'll die as you lived
In a flash of the blade
In a corner forgotten by no one
You lived for the touch
For the feel of the steel
One man and his honour
We open on a hexagonal tower, looking up from its place towards a glass ceiling, on each wall are arms and armour, breastplates, Rifles, swords Spears, Pikes and as the camera slowly pans down we find in a green dress stood in the e historical shrine to war and weaponry around her as she smiles to the camera hair tied up a subtitle appearing just underneath reading.
‘With thanks to the Royal Armouries: Leeds.’
She however, curtsies to the camera and starts walking towards the camera with a smile sing song voice chanting as if she weaved the song in the air.
“Here's forty shillings on the drum for those who volunteer to come, To 'list and fight the foe today O'er the hills and far away...”
She extends her hands either side of herself with that wry smile before she spoke softly.
“So the banner is raised as we travel on or Odyssey together, Sacrifice gone from Scotland to Leeds and I find myself facing the child of the Blade, daughter seeking to slip for to meet in battle, I only know of you through your connection with your father.”
She tilts her head and gazes into the camera and her lips purse just a bit as she considers her next words.
“But who are you Beretta, I stand in place of history of the world a shrine to violence made peaceful to teach of respect and diligence, but what i your history? Who are you? I know not as of right now you are a mystery and all I have to speak of is shallow words and odd pieces of training footage that exists...You are new, as far as I can tell this is your introduction to our little cabal.”
She gives another little curtsey, the both hands start to reach up as if grabbing the camera starting a slow gentle spin, the hall behind her seemingly changing on each pass to a different part of the museum, Halls , become stairs, become Guns become swords become a rider on an armoured elephant
“For that I give a welcome. Beretta named so for Italian I assume, Blade named well...I would assume for the blade and your name, it felt particularly fitting to come here, and study what I do know of you, and that is it seems you wish to escape the shadow of your father, and a good showing of your abilities would makes you stands out, that you will be an asset and an improvement to this division.”
She shook her head and sighs softly, the slow spinning walk still continuing starting slowly speed up the background details cycling now behind her on each pass almost indistinct as it starts to get almost too much to catch up with.
“I know what it is to serve under expectation little stiletto. I know what it drives you to do, and I sense your passion your drive, your NEED for victory.”
She shook her head, letting loose an alost disappointed tone as her hands release the camera slowly as she seems to almost glide backwards the view right back where we began.
“I imagine sat on your petard, you might have a great fall; all the kings’ horse and all the queen’s men, they won’t be able to put you back together again.”
She chuckles, a slight smile on her lips as she ponders her next words.
“Or I could be laid at your feet, the gates lay close and your chest heaves forth and you announce your intentions, what will it be, little stiletto? Burn out....Or fade away. I wonder how hard you will make your intentions stated, I wonder how well you dance and sway...I will embrace it so.”
She sighs gently, beforeher jaw tightens in quiet resolve.
“So let us meet together, you and I little stiletto, I feel any more labouring of the point will Only repeat well said points So lt me adieu, until we meet, I will instead address something said Sacrifice gone in Glasgow.”
She smiles gently, anodding to the camera as she breathes.
“If the fates and those who work in the office see fit to send me after the Jinxed Phoenix, then I will quite happily stand opposite her and do my best to drive her face into the dirt and claim the throne of the women’s division and give the IWF something...New to stand behind something different, to dance and sway with th’ Hurly Burley. But you’ve heard these Promises before haven’t you?”
She giggles a bit and sighs.
“It is deeds and words that the IWF Audience pays attention to, they will only lean in as you comport victory, when your banner waves high and un-tattered. When you have the reputation for excellence. and I am rebuilding mine just as we all are. I speak now to the ladies, to the gentleman, to those who don’t ascribe to such things, if you are listening I am back with a vengeance, I will face any challenge put before me and Banner high in victory, or lain low in defeat, I will forever be a thorn in your sides now.”
She nods and takes a knee for the camera head bowing before standing once again.
“Every attempt to pluck and pull at me, will only agitate itch and bleed at you, the crown laid on your heads will be heavy, and your knees will tremble under its weight I invite you hence to play to see if we be worthy. You and I will dance and sway, whomever doth walk away, with head held high through Pin or tap will carry forth and I think ‘tis I who’s worthy...”
She gives an inmpish grin.
“So let us see little stiletto how under your skin I can get, how deep the wound does come, The gates lay open, The crown is laid so I ask you Little Stiletto...”
She nodded, Adjusting herself so she was stood more neutrally, the expression fading.
“Tell me a tale of yourself, that I might know ye...Or live forever in the shadow of your past. For there can be only one.”
Another bow to the camera as if thanking it for the dance as we slowly
Fade to black
You're caught up in the power
A blue magical maze
Now the circle is broken
In a spellbinding rage
Better see if you're holdin'
The wrong edge of the blade
In a flash of the blade
In a corner forgotten by no one
You lived for the touch
For the feel of the steel
One man and his honour
We open on a hexagonal tower, looking up from its place towards a glass ceiling, on each wall are arms and armour, breastplates, Rifles, swords Spears, Pikes and as the camera slowly pans down we find in a green dress stood in the e historical shrine to war and weaponry around her as she smiles to the camera hair tied up a subtitle appearing just underneath reading.
‘With thanks to the Royal Armouries: Leeds.’
She however, curtsies to the camera and starts walking towards the camera with a smile sing song voice chanting as if she weaved the song in the air.
“Here's forty shillings on the drum for those who volunteer to come, To 'list and fight the foe today O'er the hills and far away...”
She extends her hands either side of herself with that wry smile before she spoke softly.
“So the banner is raised as we travel on or Odyssey together, Sacrifice gone from Scotland to Leeds and I find myself facing the child of the Blade, daughter seeking to slip for to meet in battle, I only know of you through your connection with your father.”
She tilts her head and gazes into the camera and her lips purse just a bit as she considers her next words.
“But who are you Beretta, I stand in place of history of the world a shrine to violence made peaceful to teach of respect and diligence, but what i your history? Who are you? I know not as of right now you are a mystery and all I have to speak of is shallow words and odd pieces of training footage that exists...You are new, as far as I can tell this is your introduction to our little cabal.”
She gives another little curtsey, the both hands start to reach up as if grabbing the camera starting a slow gentle spin, the hall behind her seemingly changing on each pass to a different part of the museum, Halls , become stairs, become Guns become swords become a rider on an armoured elephant
“For that I give a welcome. Beretta named so for Italian I assume, Blade named well...I would assume for the blade and your name, it felt particularly fitting to come here, and study what I do know of you, and that is it seems you wish to escape the shadow of your father, and a good showing of your abilities would makes you stands out, that you will be an asset and an improvement to this division.”
She shook her head and sighs softly, the slow spinning walk still continuing starting slowly speed up the background details cycling now behind her on each pass almost indistinct as it starts to get almost too much to catch up with.
“I know what it is to serve under expectation little stiletto. I know what it drives you to do, and I sense your passion your drive, your NEED for victory.”
She shook her head, letting loose an alost disappointed tone as her hands release the camera slowly as she seems to almost glide backwards the view right back where we began.
“I imagine sat on your petard, you might have a great fall; all the kings’ horse and all the queen’s men, they won’t be able to put you back together again.”
She chuckles, a slight smile on her lips as she ponders her next words.
“Or I could be laid at your feet, the gates lay close and your chest heaves forth and you announce your intentions, what will it be, little stiletto? Burn out....Or fade away. I wonder how hard you will make your intentions stated, I wonder how well you dance and sway...I will embrace it so.”
She sighs gently, beforeher jaw tightens in quiet resolve.
“So let us meet together, you and I little stiletto, I feel any more labouring of the point will Only repeat well said points So lt me adieu, until we meet, I will instead address something said Sacrifice gone in Glasgow.”
She smiles gently, anodding to the camera as she breathes.
“If the fates and those who work in the office see fit to send me after the Jinxed Phoenix, then I will quite happily stand opposite her and do my best to drive her face into the dirt and claim the throne of the women’s division and give the IWF something...New to stand behind something different, to dance and sway with th’ Hurly Burley. But you’ve heard these Promises before haven’t you?”
She giggles a bit and sighs.
“It is deeds and words that the IWF Audience pays attention to, they will only lean in as you comport victory, when your banner waves high and un-tattered. When you have the reputation for excellence. and I am rebuilding mine just as we all are. I speak now to the ladies, to the gentleman, to those who don’t ascribe to such things, if you are listening I am back with a vengeance, I will face any challenge put before me and Banner high in victory, or lain low in defeat, I will forever be a thorn in your sides now.”
She nods and takes a knee for the camera head bowing before standing once again.
“Every attempt to pluck and pull at me, will only agitate itch and bleed at you, the crown laid on your heads will be heavy, and your knees will tremble under its weight I invite you hence to play to see if we be worthy. You and I will dance and sway, whomever doth walk away, with head held high through Pin or tap will carry forth and I think ‘tis I who’s worthy...”
She gives an inmpish grin.
“So let us see little stiletto how under your skin I can get, how deep the wound does come, The gates lay open, The crown is laid so I ask you Little Stiletto...”
She nodded, Adjusting herself so she was stood more neutrally, the expression fading.
“Tell me a tale of yourself, that I might know ye...Or live forever in the shadow of your past. For there can be only one.”
Another bow to the camera as if thanking it for the dance as we slowly
Fade to black
You're caught up in the power
A blue magical maze
Now the circle is broken
In a spellbinding rage
Better see if you're holdin'
The wrong edge of the blade
Well howdy there pardner.