Melpomene’s Tragedy, Thalia’s Comedy / [KILL THE PAST/ END]

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Melpomene’s Tragedy, Thalia’s Comedy / [KILL THE PAST/ END]

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Publish Date: September 5, 2022

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September 11, 2022 3:36 pm RP

“Did you know that you can go anywhere you please around the city, *AND* remain undetected the entire time…? I know…! I know! It’s pretty cool, huh? …How…? The sewer system of course!” “…And before y... View More“Did you know that you can go anywhere you please around the city, *AND* remain undetected the entire time…? I know…! I know! It’s pretty cool, huh? …How…? The sewer system of course!” “…And before you say anything about how ‘gross’ it is, and how unsanitary… Just listen! It works. First rule of engineering: You don’t fix what ain’t broken, Bers…” Pause. “By the way… I appreciate you coming to get me. -It was unnecessary-. Yet incredibly heroic on your behalf. Hahaha! …But honestly? You’ve done less good than harm.” He takes a drag out of a cigarette. “I would’ve gotten out anyway… You’d still be here.” “Hah… what am I talking about??? You’re still here. You’re just trapped in your head.” “It was my fault I got caught. Rookie mistake, I know… Do you know what I was doing…? I can’t remember. Bastard nearly drilled a hole into my head and now some data’s missing. Bah, nothing I’ll notice…” “That’s how you know that he’s mediocre at his craft. He could’ve killed me had I been any less stubborn…! what was he going to do if I died, huh? Wouldn’t have lured you in with a corpse.” He laughs. “You’re not *that* dim… But you did disappoint me.” Sigh. “…You know Bers? it speaks about your character. No—your true nature. You’re a good girl, Bers.” He takes another drag; and blows the smoke out of his lungs. “A lil’ rough around the edges… a lil’ broken in the mind… But you got a good heart.” Long pause. “Now… I know that this was never supposed to be personal. But I’m sure you will understand, I wasn’t the one who escalated things… And now with what he’s done to you??? I frankly believe we’re past the formalities.” He clicks his tongue. “So, I have a few ideas… and I was hoping to hear your opinion on the matter, friend.” He clears his throat. “The bastard loves drama, doesn’t he…? Now, I know I may not look it, but I am a bit of a tortured artist myself…!” “Hahahahaha!” “…What do you think…? He obviously ruined the whole wonderland thing… But I’m sure we can come up with something even better on our own!” “Oh, oh! What about the Phantom of the Opera? Hahaha! But -and hear me out-, with a *twist*! …You see…” “…Back in ancient Fleece there was this device… this… *thing* they called the Brazen Bull.” The sound of scribbling was faint but noticeable. Scribble, scribble and then erasing, and then scribbling once more… “He’s a bird so… I figured he might be a bit hard to catch… and then… Well, do you know how they catch birds? In cages, Bers… Birds go in cages.” “…He will not be flying away this time around…” “So… Anyway! I’m getting sidetracked…” “Here’s my idea… That pompous fool looooves the attention. He dreams of grandeur, doesn’t he? I can appreciate a man’s passion, I really do. That’s why, I was thinking we should reward that: Let’s throw him a lil’ homage! Complete with his very own Oscar, as large as his own ego…! Golden like bronze! A… bronze griffon…? Genius! Hahaha! Isn’t it, what do you think?” “Do you want to know how the Brazen Bull worked, Bers? It’s really very simple, the secret was in the head… Allow me to explain, I know you’re not well-versed in the world of torture devices, so take this lesson from me…” “The bronze bull is actually both: a sarcophagus, and an acoustic apparatus… Within the head are a series of tubes that convert the sound of agonizing torture into music. Clever, isn’t it? Screaming -specially the shrieking of prisoners that are cooked alive within the Bull’s brazen belly- can get pretty annoying after a while… And it isn’t as quick a death as one might hope.” “…So, the fact that those horrid agonizing screams can be transformed into something that’s a little easier for the ear… it is practical, not going to lie! Hahaha!” “He could be our very own angel of music…” “…Ah, another point: He loves to have an audience. I keep thinking about how… it was honestly kind of sad that he had to settle for a sack of potatoes last time…?” “…As a treat, I’ve gone the extra mile and gathered all of his favorite people for this once in a lifetime event…! I think I might even take them upstage with him. What do you think…? It still is a work in progress… Of course.” “Awgh… All these things would be way easier to plan if I could have your input…” Pause. “I know you can hear me, Bers… I brought you a little gift. Just so you won’t get lonely. It’s… it’s a cautionary thing… Don’t let the nurses take it away.” “Well… Sounds like someone’s coming to check on you. Which means that I’ve got to go! …See you soon, kid.” The distant sound of a closing door fades, giving way to the deafening silence. #rp

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