Post by empireoffire on Dec 1, 2014 0:57:19 GMT -6
((I ain't even sorry))
Some High-Class Theatre Somewhere
The murmurs and small conversations within the audience in attendance to the event turned to silence as the theater's lights dimmed, save for a spotlight trained on an elegantly dressed woman walking onstage, in front of the velvet curtains hiding the main event. The woman spoke.
"This be the tale of a legendary battle. A battle between two noble humans: one an unfortunate girl housing a great power unknown even to her, and a man of darkness capable of bringing great ruin, the demon king himself. It was believed that this battle had been lost into history, but records of this great untold story hath been unearthed. This is what happened."
The woman bowed and exited stage right. The velvet curtains parted, the spotlights focused on a lone, rectangular box in the middle of the stage. Suddenly, two hand-puppets sprang out at opposite sides of the box. Both humanoid. The one on the left wore a black wig, had small red buttons as eyes, wore small pieces of black cardboard emulating metal armor, his face painted white with chalk to emulate a kabuki mask, though a red stain over the left eye was missing. The other on the right, a smaller hand, wearing a yellow wig, brown buttons for eyes, and an infinity symbol drawn by magic marker on her left arm... The wrong one. Alas, a large number of details of their real appearances were missing or different, an unfortunate victim of a combination of creative liberties and the fact that certain details about one's appearance can be very hard to translate into a mere hand-puppet.
...Or the people behind the presentation really didn't care.
They both held small rapiers in their tiny puppet hands.
"Remember", said the puppet Vincent, "the key to victory lies within your heart."
"Yes, sensei", said the puppet Elia.
The bowed. A chorus of musicians began playing background music.
(HEAVEN OR HELL? TURN UP THE HEAT!)
With a battle cry, the two puppets charged at one another. Mere words cannot describe the clash that ensued for several minutes. When one attempted to slash, the other was ready to parry. When one lunged, the other evaded and swung in retaliation. Many members of the audience gasped at the spectacle. Such brutality! Such elegance! Such style and grace! Was such a spectacle even meant to be beheld by mortal eyes?!
At long last, the demon king had made an unfortunate slip. Elia caught her opponent off guard and struck the hilt, disarming Vincent as his tiny rapier was flung elsewhere. Elia wore a smug expression (as smug as a cute hand-puppet may appear, anyway) as she pointed her blade at Vincent's neck(?).
"Consider yourself... Elia'd!" said she.
The background musicians went silent as the sound of chuckling echoed throughout the theater. The Vincent puppet threw it's head back as he began laughing maniacally. It was a spine-tingling laugh of a madman, capable of paralyzing even the most battle-hardened warrior with fear.
"Something wrong, Elia? You come here prepared to fight a madman, and instead you found a god?"
The Vincent Puppet ducked back into the box, reappearing a second later with a silver wig replacing the old black one. The background music erupted into another dark melody as Vincent raised his tiny arms into the air. Two small lightbulbs on his hands representing power being built up in his hands became lit.
"W-What is this... This power?!" exclaimed Elia. "I've never felt anything like it!"
Vincent laughed evilly. "For I beheld SATAN as he FELL FROM HEAVEN! LIKE LIGHTNIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!"
The spotlights centered on the puppets suddenly cut off, as did the background music. A few moments of silence in the pitch blackness passed, until the musicians played a melancholic melody and a small spotlight shone dimly on the Elia puppet laid horizontally on the box.
"What... what can I do?" said Elia. "I've never felt such power before! Am I... am I destined to fall here? To die in the hands of the demon king?
Is...Is all hope for a bright future lost...?"
A few more seconds of silence, until the Elia puppet picked itself off the ground. The background music gradually faded away during this next sequence.
"No... No! I cannot allow it! I mustn't lose! I shan't lose! As long as I have the power of hope by my side, anything is possible!"
The dim spotlight on Elia brightened suddenly as the puppet rose up, as if hovering. The puppet was discretely changed during the period of darkness, as the puppet now had pure white buttons for eyes. A triumphant theme began playing as a liberal quantity of glitter came down from above on the Elia doll, who continued to rise while holding her hands together in front of her, as if in prayer.
"What?!" exclaimed Vincent, still hidden in the shadows. "No! How can this be?!"
"Demon King", said Elia with confidence, "I'm here to brighten up your day!"
(Move the above theme to the 0:58 mark)
Another bright spotlight shone on Vincent as someone's hand was briefly seen holding a match over Vincent's wig before slipping back into the dark. Vincent cried a bloodcurling scream as his head was set on fire.
"No! The light! It burns! Curse you Elia! We shall meet again!!"
The Vincent puppet flailed before it was flung away from the hand holding it and onto center stage. The audience cheered as Elia brought her hands to her hips triumphantly.
"Hope will never die!"
The audience roared their approval as the music ended and the curtains closed. The spectators were far too euphoric at the epic tale to notice nor care that the fight seemingly went from a training session between student and master to a battle of good versus evil within minutes with zero transition.
Sometime later, the first review came in. Quoth the review:
"7.8/10 too much light."
Some High-Class Theatre Somewhere
The murmurs and small conversations within the audience in attendance to the event turned to silence as the theater's lights dimmed, save for a spotlight trained on an elegantly dressed woman walking onstage, in front of the velvet curtains hiding the main event. The woman spoke.
"This be the tale of a legendary battle. A battle between two noble humans: one an unfortunate girl housing a great power unknown even to her, and a man of darkness capable of bringing great ruin, the demon king himself. It was believed that this battle had been lost into history, but records of this great untold story hath been unearthed. This is what happened."
The woman bowed and exited stage right. The velvet curtains parted, the spotlights focused on a lone, rectangular box in the middle of the stage. Suddenly, two hand-puppets sprang out at opposite sides of the box. Both humanoid. The one on the left wore a black wig, had small red buttons as eyes, wore small pieces of black cardboard emulating metal armor, his face painted white with chalk to emulate a kabuki mask, though a red stain over the left eye was missing. The other on the right, a smaller hand, wearing a yellow wig, brown buttons for eyes, and an infinity symbol drawn by magic marker on her left arm... The wrong one. Alas, a large number of details of their real appearances were missing or different, an unfortunate victim of a combination of creative liberties and the fact that certain details about one's appearance can be very hard to translate into a mere hand-puppet.
...Or the people behind the presentation really didn't care.
They both held small rapiers in their tiny puppet hands.
"Remember", said the puppet Vincent, "the key to victory lies within your heart."
"Yes, sensei", said the puppet Elia.
The bowed. A chorus of musicians began playing background music.
(HEAVEN OR HELL? TURN UP THE HEAT!)
With a battle cry, the two puppets charged at one another. Mere words cannot describe the clash that ensued for several minutes. When one attempted to slash, the other was ready to parry. When one lunged, the other evaded and swung in retaliation. Many members of the audience gasped at the spectacle. Such brutality! Such elegance! Such style and grace! Was such a spectacle even meant to be beheld by mortal eyes?!
At long last, the demon king had made an unfortunate slip. Elia caught her opponent off guard and struck the hilt, disarming Vincent as his tiny rapier was flung elsewhere. Elia wore a smug expression (as smug as a cute hand-puppet may appear, anyway) as she pointed her blade at Vincent's neck(?).
"Consider yourself... Elia'd!" said she.
The background musicians went silent as the sound of chuckling echoed throughout the theater. The Vincent puppet threw it's head back as he began laughing maniacally. It was a spine-tingling laugh of a madman, capable of paralyzing even the most battle-hardened warrior with fear.
"Something wrong, Elia? You come here prepared to fight a madman, and instead you found a god?"
The Vincent Puppet ducked back into the box, reappearing a second later with a silver wig replacing the old black one. The background music erupted into another dark melody as Vincent raised his tiny arms into the air. Two small lightbulbs on his hands representing power being built up in his hands became lit.
"W-What is this... This power?!" exclaimed Elia. "I've never felt anything like it!"
Vincent laughed evilly. "For I beheld SATAN as he FELL FROM HEAVEN! LIKE LIGHTNIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!"
The spotlights centered on the puppets suddenly cut off, as did the background music. A few moments of silence in the pitch blackness passed, until the musicians played a melancholic melody and a small spotlight shone dimly on the Elia puppet laid horizontally on the box.
"What... what can I do?" said Elia. "I've never felt such power before! Am I... am I destined to fall here? To die in the hands of the demon king?
Is...Is all hope for a bright future lost...?"
A few more seconds of silence, until the Elia puppet picked itself off the ground. The background music gradually faded away during this next sequence.
"No... No! I cannot allow it! I mustn't lose! I shan't lose! As long as I have the power of hope by my side, anything is possible!"
The dim spotlight on Elia brightened suddenly as the puppet rose up, as if hovering. The puppet was discretely changed during the period of darkness, as the puppet now had pure white buttons for eyes. A triumphant theme began playing as a liberal quantity of glitter came down from above on the Elia doll, who continued to rise while holding her hands together in front of her, as if in prayer.
"What?!" exclaimed Vincent, still hidden in the shadows. "No! How can this be?!"
"Demon King", said Elia with confidence, "I'm here to brighten up your day!"
(Move the above theme to the 0:58 mark)
Another bright spotlight shone on Vincent as someone's hand was briefly seen holding a match over Vincent's wig before slipping back into the dark. Vincent cried a bloodcurling scream as his head was set on fire.
"No! The light! It burns! Curse you Elia! We shall meet again!!"
The Vincent puppet flailed before it was flung away from the hand holding it and onto center stage. The audience cheered as Elia brought her hands to her hips triumphantly.
"Hope will never die!"
The audience roared their approval as the music ended and the curtains closed. The spectators were far too euphoric at the epic tale to notice nor care that the fight seemingly went from a training session between student and master to a battle of good versus evil within minutes with zero transition.
Sometime later, the first review came in. Quoth the review:
"7.8/10 too much light."
((And to think I could've used the time spent on this posting in Oz, Nova, or even Austur...))
