Post by quid on Sept 22, 2021 14:18:25 GMT -5
"Do you feel the weight lift from your shoulders, Adler? Warding off the Ward from your new life?"
A single spotlight shines in an empty room. A masked figure sitting on a stool, just out of the spotlight's reach.
"Funny thing about that - I don't think you realize how challenging it is to start anew."
It's Quid, leaning into the spotlight. His laugh is dry and filled with an eerie malice - all through sound, as his mouth is entirely covered by his signature mask.
"Tearing yourself free from your past heartaches? Moving down a path of commitment? Commendable, truly, but its fruit-bearing potential is highly susceptible to reporting bias. You don't hear about those who turn into mental infants, forever incapable of pursuing the new life they long for at their advanced age, losing themselves to a 'new life' in the gutter. No, no, we only hear about those lucky few who do stumble their way into successful transformation."
Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Quid shakes his head.
"I can see through you clear as day. You plan on powering your way through this tournament, complacent in your abilities, clinging to your looks, your name, your smile, your Fight Smart sponsorship... but you don't have an actual plan, do you?"
Quid chuckles again. Dry and wavering. A delicate mixture of mirth and melancholy.
"I have no illusions here - your abilities are sound. I am the clear underdog in this bout. But I hope this roadblock forces you to ask - 'What is your plan, Aphriya?'"
Quid leans in so far that he exits the spotlight. His voice drops, his tone losing its fancy.
"You can answer as others have - 'WhO iS tHiS qUiD gUy?' - or you can practice just a speck of introspection. The latter will strengthen your chances, while the former answer... ensures your inevitable destruction. Not at my hand, but at your own.
So, for your own sake - what is your plan, Aphriya?"
A single spotlight shines in an empty room. A masked figure sitting on a stool, just out of the spotlight's reach.
"Funny thing about that - I don't think you realize how challenging it is to start anew."
It's Quid, leaning into the spotlight. His laugh is dry and filled with an eerie malice - all through sound, as his mouth is entirely covered by his signature mask.
"Tearing yourself free from your past heartaches? Moving down a path of commitment? Commendable, truly, but its fruit-bearing potential is highly susceptible to reporting bias. You don't hear about those who turn into mental infants, forever incapable of pursuing the new life they long for at their advanced age, losing themselves to a 'new life' in the gutter. No, no, we only hear about those lucky few who do stumble their way into successful transformation."
Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Quid shakes his head.
"I can see through you clear as day. You plan on powering your way through this tournament, complacent in your abilities, clinging to your looks, your name, your smile, your Fight Smart sponsorship... but you don't have an actual plan, do you?"
Quid chuckles again. Dry and wavering. A delicate mixture of mirth and melancholy.
"I have no illusions here - your abilities are sound. I am the clear underdog in this bout. But I hope this roadblock forces you to ask - 'What is your plan, Aphriya?'"
Quid leans in so far that he exits the spotlight. His voice drops, his tone losing its fancy.
"You can answer as others have - 'WhO iS tHiS qUiD gUy?' - or you can practice just a speck of introspection. The latter will strengthen your chances, while the former answer... ensures your inevitable destruction. Not at my hand, but at your own.
So, for your own sake - what is your plan, Aphriya?"