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The Aspect of Madness [Private]
Fri Apr 29, 2016 12:34 pm
Artist: DJ Snake - Song: Middle (Instrumental) - Word Count: 1,033
Nemain Calliope... Was not used to this feeling.
In the entirety of her life she had known only two primary emotions which she tended to flip back and forth between wildly with seemingly no middle ground where those around her might catch a breath. These emotions were pure, adrenaline-fueled ecstasy... and unyielding rage. If one of them couldn't get the job done, the other one could, and that had been something that had rung true throughout Nemain's whole of existence. Never in her checkered career as a fight-loving psychopath had she ever encountered an obstacle that she couldn't overcome with either sheer enthusiasm and effort, or anger so cataclysmic that it bulldozes through all things standing obtuse in relation to her objective.
That is... until now. Now; however, Nemain had a completely new sort of dilemma. One that she couldn't trample underfoot or soar above no matter how hard she tried. She had plateaued. She had stopped meeting challenges that forced her to grow.. and yet the challenges yet ahead were just out of her grasp.. Enemies she could all but take on if she were only that small bit stronger. The conflict in Iceland, and her brawl with Eiji and Stefan, had taught the blue-haired brawler two things.
The first? Vizards have always been, and will always be, gigantic douche-bags.
The second? The game was changing.
She couldn't tell you when it happened. She couldn't tell you how it happened. But it had happened. The bar had been raised. Somehow, someone had set off some chain of something.. and now everyone was raising the stakes. Defenses, offenses, techniques, artifacts... people seemed to be honing themselves now more than ever, as if the entire universe was simultaneously preparing for some unseen event just around the riverbend.. The thought was terrifying in and of itself.. but Nemain didn't give a shit about any of that.
No.. Nemain's problem came from the fact that she would, as an absolute certainty, rather die than be left in the dust by her peers and her enemies. She couldn't bear the thought of becoming obsolete. Becoming a broken tool, unneeded and unused despite her history and loyalty, was perhaps her single greatest fear.. not that she'd ever admit that to another living soul. No way in hell.. That one was following her to the grave.
However.. it was because of this fear.. because of this need to continue staying within the realm of useful.. because of this desire to overpower and overcome and overtake.. this... calling she heard.. constantly.. in the back of her head.. to fight and win until there was nothing left to conquer...
That the Trecera Espada of Shadow Fall... found herself outstepping her bounds.. superseding her chain of command and keeping her activities covert as she went over her Primera's head.. so to speak.. finding herself requesting an audience with the one woman who she knew in her gut held the key to all of this.. Mana.. the Mad Queen of Shadow Fall.. and one of the most awe-inspiring people Nemain had ever encountered.
As the Espada was escorted in, she immediately bowed her head and lowered herself down onto one knee. She was far too afraid, for the moment at least, to possibly attempt eye-contact with this woman who, at the moment, held the very fate of Nemain's future in her hands depending on her answers.. Nemain wouldn't ever dare acknowledge it, but she was getting desperate.. for some kind of reassurance that she would not be left behind.
"My Queen.." The woman began, clearing her throat briefly before continuing, her eyes locked onto the floor as if moving them would beget spontaneous combustion.
"..You may not know of me.. but I serve you in the Shadow Espada under my Primera, Rose Mischevang.. My name is Nemain Calliope, your Trecera Espada.. I have served loyally with my fellow Espada and have fought many dangerous opponents to help assure the future of this organization... but I cannot lie.. I get quite a bit of enjoyment, which I suppose is a selfish pleasure of mine, just from the fight itself.. From goin' toe-to-toe with the strongest people our enemies can throw at us.. I like the rush.. I like the challenge.. but something changed..."
Nemain trailed off, sighing briefly and sweeping a strand of hair that had fallen over her face off to the side, tucking it gingerly behind her ear before she continued. "The tides of battle are turning... I can feel it in the air.. I felt it in the men I faced in Iceland... The ceiling is being raised of what is possible in both technologies and abilities as our opponents and allies get ever-stronger... I have trained for many moons and cannot seem to bolster myself any further by natural ability alone... Which is why I came to you.." She lifted her head a little, allowing herself a small bit of movement to try and allow for her Queen to see the genuine concern on her face, though she still dared not look directly on her person. "..I believe you hold the key to helping me use my aspect... my madness.. to its fullest extent.. I believe you, my Queen, one who is known widely to have madness down to a science, can show me what power I could truly bring from the constant pull to the battlefield that I simply cannot ignore... the aspect I cannot fully harness... that drumming in my ears..." Her voice shook a bit, as if getting the words out was a struggle unlike any other. Nemain was nervous.. she was scared.. she was practically begging for some way to continue growing so she could continue to serve.
"I do not want to become one with no use to either Rose or you, my Queen.. I wish only to become the greatest soldier that either of you could ask for..."
And with that finishing statement, she bowed her head low once more, and waited..
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I envy because of the heart.
I glutton because of the heart.
I covet because of the heart.
I am prideful because of the heart.
I sloth because of the heart.
I rage because of the heart.
Because of the heart...
I lust for everything about you.
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I glutton because of the heart.
I covet because of the heart.
I am prideful because of the heart.
I sloth because of the heart.
I rage because of the heart.
Because of the heart...
I lust for everything about you.
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