Post by flasheffect on Jan 5, 2007 23:27:51 GMT -5
A coffee shop near the arena, lit to probably the most moderate degree possible, hosts Jucain in the corner, wearing a white shirt that appears to be a t-shirt under a black overcoat that hangs on the ground as he sits at the table in the far corner, sipping his cappacino, looking down at it. He slowly starts to look up at the camera, his eyes showing a certain sense of uncaring in them, his mouth slightly frowning, but generally a straight line.
"Eric Kennedy the fool."
He lifts the cup up to him this time, sipping the coffee quickly and swallowing, lowering it somewhat slowly, never once slightly changing his expression.
"Stop lying to yourself. You call yourself the definite champion? You still need to win...and the overconfidence you have will be your downfall. You still have to defeat me before you think about an opponent in the future...especially when you don't actually know who it is yet. You proclaim that your riches and worldy accomplishments prove that you are not a false king? I say that your pride in these things proves that you are one. A true king does not require worldy possessions as a command of his respect...a true king commands respect through action, through service of those who devote themselves to him, because of said service. So where are your subjects, king? Where are the matyrs singing your song of praise? I only hear you, acting as your own matyr..."
He takes another sip, very similiar to the way he did before.
"As for your comments towards me directly...I pity you for them. Your overconfidence and underestimating a foe because of his size has already lost you our match...one must bring everything into a battle, or they are destined to lose it. One must be prepared to bring everything, or there will be no chance of victory. This is why I have the advantage. The truth I know will allow me to do things that you cannot comprehend. I know that this world we live in doesn't really exist...simply a creation of our minds...just as kings are. We create our physical selves to match our nature. Your nature prefers a larger body than mine, yes...but that doesn't make mine weaker. I do not attempt to adapt my so-called 'body' to my wrestling...I adapt my wrestling to the 'body', thus allowing me to do what I do better than you can do what you do. Because it fits my nature better than yours. You've adapted your body to wrestling...which means that you've tried to change your nature to match wrestling. But it can't be changed. All you can do is dream that it will. This is just one reason why you are destined to fail. You have no perception beyond this false reality that we lead...you rely on the superficial to make yourself invincible...but you, in fact, know the truth, as much as you don't want to. You know that what you truly need is far above the superficial. What you need is what I have. And what I will show you on Wednesday."
Jucain goes back to his coffee, looking at it between sips, as the screen fades to black.
"Eric Kennedy the fool."
He lifts the cup up to him this time, sipping the coffee quickly and swallowing, lowering it somewhat slowly, never once slightly changing his expression.
"Stop lying to yourself. You call yourself the definite champion? You still need to win...and the overconfidence you have will be your downfall. You still have to defeat me before you think about an opponent in the future...especially when you don't actually know who it is yet. You proclaim that your riches and worldy accomplishments prove that you are not a false king? I say that your pride in these things proves that you are one. A true king does not require worldy possessions as a command of his respect...a true king commands respect through action, through service of those who devote themselves to him, because of said service. So where are your subjects, king? Where are the matyrs singing your song of praise? I only hear you, acting as your own matyr..."
He takes another sip, very similiar to the way he did before.
"As for your comments towards me directly...I pity you for them. Your overconfidence and underestimating a foe because of his size has already lost you our match...one must bring everything into a battle, or they are destined to lose it. One must be prepared to bring everything, or there will be no chance of victory. This is why I have the advantage. The truth I know will allow me to do things that you cannot comprehend. I know that this world we live in doesn't really exist...simply a creation of our minds...just as kings are. We create our physical selves to match our nature. Your nature prefers a larger body than mine, yes...but that doesn't make mine weaker. I do not attempt to adapt my so-called 'body' to my wrestling...I adapt my wrestling to the 'body', thus allowing me to do what I do better than you can do what you do. Because it fits my nature better than yours. You've adapted your body to wrestling...which means that you've tried to change your nature to match wrestling. But it can't be changed. All you can do is dream that it will. This is just one reason why you are destined to fail. You have no perception beyond this false reality that we lead...you rely on the superficial to make yourself invincible...but you, in fact, know the truth, as much as you don't want to. You know that what you truly need is far above the superficial. What you need is what I have. And what I will show you on Wednesday."
Jucain goes back to his coffee, looking at it between sips, as the screen fades to black.
