Post by Sephiroth du Lac on Jan 31, 2010 1:49:11 GMT -6
((Author's Note: The following rp is rated Disturbing.))
Men of broader intellect know that there is no sharp distinction betwixt the real and the unreal...
- H.P. Lovecraft, The Tomb
Men of broader intellect know that there is no sharp distinction betwixt the real and the unreal...
- H.P. Lovecraft, The Tomb
*The camera falls on a pitch black room, save for a single light bulb which illuminates a single solitary chair on a scratched hardwood surface. Beside it sits a strange sack covered in a rust colored sticky substance. Suddenly from off screen a sound is heard. The strange sound of clapping.
CLAP... CLAP... CLAP...
as if someone were applauding some unseen fool. Suddenly the sound of unseen footsteps begins to match the clapping as if a figure from the dark were slowly moving forward. In time something steps forward the gleam of metal shin guard reflects in the singular light as the man known as Sephiroth du Lac emerges like a phantom. A ghost. A bogeyman out of the dark. He stands and with a seemingly theatrical personage he stands applauding.*
Seph: Brava! Brava! Bravicimi!
*He chuckles softly dropping his head letting the hair fall in his face. A single eye staring out glowing green as it stares into the camera.*
Seph: I applaud your efforts. Despite being quite mad you finally see the truth. I knew you would get my hints. Piece things together. Old warriors have a keen scent about the real and the unreal. You however Mr. Campbell walk a fine line. You have stepped beyond your station, sir. You have stepped beyond that which human imagination permits. You have reached the outer edge of that which man was not meant to know. I applaud you, sir, and bow to your supreme intellect. For genius and madness must surely go together with you.
*Seph crosses his legs and in a display of courtly admiration bows to the camera in the dim light. But at length he raises his head and with eyes wild unlike any we have seen in him he smiles a fanged smile. With an almost circus like persona he quickly grabs the chair and twirls it around folding his hands on the back and sitting wrong way round. His hair falls into his face once more and his eyes, wide like those of a vulture filmed and glazed with a strange malady. He grins wide as he gazes into the camera, a strange half smile which makes one think of a cat toying with his prey.*
Seph: You are truly a worthy foe to face such dire consequences. And with your own bare hands as well. I can see why so many are staggered by your intimidating physique. Why one could almost attribute it to Heracles or some other pagan hero of old. But... let me let you in on a little secret.
*Seph just smiles a bit bringing out his gloved hand and motioning with one finger for the camera to move closer. It obliges and Seph just smiles a wide smile as he speaks in hushed whispers.*
Seph: The secret is... it doesn't matter what you have figured out.
*Seph leans back and smirks as the camera moves back to reveal him, the low hanging bulb above him.*
Seph: Cause what you think is a great revelation is merely a truth that a brief few have realized. Once they look beyond what is seen then...
*Seph reaches up and puts one finger next to the burning bulb.*
Seph: they glimpse the unexpected.
*With that Seph taps the bulb and a truly horrific scene is unveiled. Around the illuminated room is a single cot stained red with rust colored liquid. Around the room tiny hand prints like those of children dart the walls. Scratchings like fingernail marks groove along the hardwood floor as written messages in red say "Help me" and "He's going to kill ". The sight is as sickening as the smell for one can imagine the smell of old death lingering in the walls and the pools of red liquid that cake the walls and floors. As we take all this in Seph just stays calmly seated his eyes never even blink as he stares into the camera.*
Seph: You see, Mr. Campbell. I have seen your kind before. Self proclaimed Messiahs, prophets of doom. Their words went unheeded too. Just like you they set out to prove the impossible. Just like you will they were beaten broken and lying in a pool of their own...
*He chuckles to himself as if he is in on a joke we are not in onl.*
Seph: Blood.
*He smirks dropping his head letting one eye escape the tendrils of his long platinum hair.*
Seph: You see they sought to answer the question same as everyone who is watching might wonder. Is he really what he claims to be? If that is true, Mr. Campbell then the prospects for you are grave indeed. For if you are correct then you surely know that I am real. That I am flesh and that you are sorely in danger. You see you know so I must silence you. But if you are wrong then your very career, your very sanity maybe called into question. So what does one do? Does one choose the Lady? Or the Tiger? I wonder which one you'll walk away believing. That is...
*The camera closes up to Seph's face when suddenly he grabs the camera and stares into it with eyes of hatred and darkness. Eyes which stare into the very soul as one who is mad glimpses into his own. The abyss reflected back in hideous dark doll like eyes glazed with madness as he speaks.*
Seph: ... If I let you walk away.
*The camera jerks as if the man behind it is gripped with genuine fear. We can hear his panting, his struggling as he manages to move with jerking motions. Seph just grins playfully as he releases him and the camera backs down still shaking from the experience.*
Seph: You will find out soon enough. For when we face each other and your in that ring all alone seeing...
*Suddenly the sack moves with muffled cries as if someone is tied up within. It jerks from side to side and the camera falls down as if the camera man fell in horror. The sound of a chair moving resounds as Seph steps into view of the fallen camera.*
Seph: Seeing will be believing.
*With that he chuckles as he walks out of view for a second. We then see the camera man hold up the camera as Seph steps back into the darkness sliding the still moving sack behind him and as they both slip into the inky darkness we are left with questions and a tainted feeling as the scene fades to black.*