Post by pythoness on Apr 7, 2019 16:35:05 GMT -5
NOA KANON RP
XANADU CIRCLE VS BROTHERS OF ANARCHY
SLAM 4/8/19
“WHAT YOU LOVE”
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We see a black screen and the following letters fade in:
"It is the thirty-third year after the death of christ."
We hear the sneaky voice of Noa Kanon calmly state:
"Anarchy is what I love. It molds under my hand... I'm beginning to think that you don't understand."
The scene fades in from the black screen and Noa sits in the middle of what looks like an interrogation room, but the walls are pure stone and clay and the chairs are made of raw wood. She sits with her hands tied on top of a table. Her hissing voice shows very little care or interest in knowing what consequences might await her.
NOA KANON:
"I've firmly told you I was responsible for everything that transpired, yet you still question me. There is nothing left for you to ask, you have your answers, let me be.”
The officer in there with her is wearing a robe and instead of a gun of night stick, he is equipped with a sword. He shakes his head, but before he responds to Noa, A woman wearing a robe and crown barges into the room.
QUEEN AEVIS:
"Alright, Kanon, where are they?"
Noa chuckles sarcastically and looks at Aevis with a patronizing brow.
NOA KANON:
"A one for two? What can I do? I like your suit. You look real cute. How do you want me? Spread out on the table? Or should I bend under it if I am able?”
QUEEN AEVIS
"You wish."
She snaps her fingers and, with a simple hand gesture, orders the standing officer to leave the room. As soon as she is left alone with Noa, she pulls out a broad sword and places it on the table.
QUEEN AEVIS:
“This, Kanon, is an enchanted sword, meant to dispose of witches like you. Now, I have no intentions of using it, and that is why I am placing it on the table. I am not here to harm you, I just need answers. Can you show me the same level of trust and respect that I am showing you, and simply answer my question?"
Noa stares at the sword on the table with a flat look on her face.
NOA KANON:
“Okay, explain this to me... You lock yourself in a room with me, put a sword in front of me, and expect me to just sit here and play twent-one questions for free? What gives you the confidence of knowing I won't just pick it up and end you where you stand? I will walk out of here with your blood in my hands."
QUEEN AEVIS:
"Quit playing games, Noa. I have men and women, as we speak, inspecting every single litt--"
NOA KANON:
"Then why ask me anything? Why not ask your crew of inspectors? And while you're at it, ask them why they set fires to my sector? My only remaining reason to live was in that home, and now I don't know if I continue alone. So do you think I give a damn what happens to me? Do you think you can intimidate me after what I’ve seen?"
QUEEN AEVIS:
"This is no game. We've recovered letters and recipes from your establishment that indicate there must have been about 72 other witches there with you, and yet, you were the only one to come forth. Tell me where the others are, and I might just make your death quick and painless.”
Noa presses her lips together and lowers her brow with a confused stare into Aevis's eyes.
NOA KANON:
"Di you just say… Seventy-two...?"
Noa smiles with amusement.
NOA KANON:
“My dear girl, you haven’t the slightest clue.”
Agatha pops up out of nowhere and slices the throat of Queen Aevis with her razor sharp finger nails. The scene fades to black as the camera zooms in to the smirk on Noa Kanon’s face. We cross-fade transition in to the same smirk on the same face but with different make up and in modern day. Noa Kanon is standing outside of a burning building, watching as the fire men do their job.
NOA KANON:
“The work of Anarchists, not Anarchy, one might confuse. It would be malarkey to believe the Brothers and their ruse.”
A member of the bomb squad approaches the fire chief and Noa listens in to their conversation.
BOMB SQUAD AGENT:
“Sir, if there were any more explosives in here they would have gone off a while ago. This place is a mess. Anything that was flammable is already charred.”
FIRE CHIEF:
“How many bodies can you confirm are in there?”
BOMB SQUAD AGENT:
"None. If there are any, they'd be underneath all this gravel. It'd be impossible to confirm without the wrecking crew."
Noa Kanon smiles and almost laughs.
NOA KANON:
“Of course there isn’t, one would think. The charred remains would be the link. We work in ways that leave no trace, therefore all victimes have left this place.”
FIRE CHIEF:
“What are you singing about over there, young lady?”
BOMB SQUAD AGENT:
“Forget her singing, why is she so damn close to the wreckage?!”
Noa Kanon lunges forth and grabs the fire chief by the face, then plants a big wet kiss on his lips. The Bomb Squad Agent tries to grab at her, but she wraps her arms around him and kisses his neck. Both men now stand still, simply staring at her with lowered eye lids. She smiles and walks away from them. We once again, fade to black.
Elsewhere, slushing of water is heard in a hollow brick hallway. Rats scurry off into hiding holes on the sides of this dripping tunnel as the dragging of feet through bubbling sewage startles them.
Our view fades in from a blur as if we are waking up to the upside down view of an expressionless Noa Kanon. We notice that Noa is pushing us along in some type of wheelbarrow motion.
NOA KANON:
“Anarchy this, Anarchy that… They weren’t anarchists in the start or in Anarchy’s past. Shut the fuck up about Anarchy, boys, you ain’t shit. I was there when the demon molded this world as he sees fit. So, now you want to enter the house that our Savage made our home, and pretend as if the art of Anarchy is your own. We will not stand for it, I will net let you. I will not stand by and let you get through. Tempest might be easier on you than I will be, because I won’t stop stomping you until you kill me… Or I kill you… But that’s a win-win… I intend to pierce through you and expose the sins within.”
Noa Kanon looks around and then down at us again.
NOA KANON:
“This is merely a preview for you Scott Slayer. We're in a sewage tunnel, and you haven’t a prayer. You're on a stretcher. Sandwiched between Riker and Prowl. I've been pushing you to safety since the second owl’s howl. I'm barefoot and literally up to my ankles in shit and piss. My toes are starting to prune, and my voice is starting to hiss. But since this is what it takes to drag you out of the confusion, then I will gladly do it, with the intentions of one conclusion. You need anarchy to survive, and anarchy needs us… So, after we drown you in a pool of your own blood and puss… I will wheel you… To safety… Where anarchy may accept you. Where the structures that we have built might shelter you and protect you. See, you are as far weaker than Anarchy as Anarchy is weaker than me… And for you to continue speaking on it, I just cannot let it be."
From our first person view, it seems we have arrived at a clearing; perhaps the end of the tunnel, where it empties out into the waste management area. Suddenly Noa lifts us up with a forceful motion. We see the sky briefly but quickly spin downard and dive toward the brown muddy waters below. The splash and bubbles cause the feed to cut out and we are now in a black, silent, screen.
Fade back in from black.
It is a casino night now, and Noa Kanon is standing beside a slot machine while Agatha sits and pulls the lever.
NOA KANON:
“I don’t play games, I don’t take chances. I simply secure the outcome of my advances.”
AGATHA:
“I hope you live by those words come monday, because The Brothers of Anarchy, Prowl and Riker, are not coming to fuck around. They are going to bring some next level shit to that ring, I can almost guarantee it… But don’t knock on my love for the gamble, it is one of the only things that bastard ass God up above still allows me to enjoy… That’s why I take such pride in training you and Tempest. I can bet on you guys and win… Every fucking time. Naturally, I don’t bet directly, but all those people we’ve possessed can easily do my bidding.”
NOA KANON:
“Prowl and Riker? I don’t give two shits about those two shits. And I’ll tear Slayer a new asshole, make him always take two shits.”
AGATHA:
“I’d love to say I admire your confidence, but the truth is I’m already used to it. You and Tempest have been kicking ass and taking names since ancient times and I cannot believe how easy you make it look. These three idiots fom Detroit should be of no trouble to you at all, and I know it. But, I’ll admit, I’m a bit nervous about what Abernathy said. She thinks overconfidence is dangerous. Therefore, I will always try to find areas of doubt, just to continue improving you two. It would simply be embarrassing as all hell to see you guys lose or even come close to losing to those guys. Just don’t get too comfortable out there. You got this. Even if it was you alone, or Tempest alone, I know those guys don’t stand a chance. But stay on your toes. This is only the beginning.”
NOA KANON:
“That draws attention, I have a question: Where is the Temptress, now that you’ve mentioned?”
AGATHA:
“Believe it or not, she’s out with Noble Savage of all people. They’re hitting the gym right now. I don’t know how I feel about that, but at least she’s with one of us.”
NOA KANON:
“Tempest and I can take on all three Brothers… Whether or not she trains with Brandi, they will get smothered. They’ll call their mothers, when our presence hovers over their doomed bodies, we make fighters lovers.”
AGATHA:
“You know something, Noa? I don’t think I will ever get used to you having to sing every thing. But the part I don’t get is… I know you are used to rhyming, yeah, but can you like just speak the rhymes? Must you really melodify every things as well?"
NOA KANON:
“My voice is melody, I don’t sing. It all flows out from the harmony within. But if you want a song, I’ll give you one; It will be a three count over the Brothers of Anarchy, done and done. They say it ain’t over until the fat lady sings, I am far from fat, but I pack a sting. And it will be over for those three little anarchists because it is in their face the Pythoness will plant her fists. But it isn’t a gamble I am taking off the gloves, and it’s just going to be me... Doing what I love.”
Noa Kanon’s facial expression becomes more serious than usual and she grunts out a breath of hot air before walking away. Agatha watches her leave while smiling, and the slot machine starts spitting out a wave of coins.
Fade to black.
XANADU CIRCLE VS BROTHERS OF ANARCHY
SLAM 4/8/19
“WHAT YOU LOVE”
-----------------------------------------------
We see a black screen and the following letters fade in:
"It is the thirty-third year after the death of christ."
We hear the sneaky voice of Noa Kanon calmly state:
"Anarchy is what I love. It molds under my hand... I'm beginning to think that you don't understand."
The scene fades in from the black screen and Noa sits in the middle of what looks like an interrogation room, but the walls are pure stone and clay and the chairs are made of raw wood. She sits with her hands tied on top of a table. Her hissing voice shows very little care or interest in knowing what consequences might await her.
NOA KANON:
"I've firmly told you I was responsible for everything that transpired, yet you still question me. There is nothing left for you to ask, you have your answers, let me be.”
The officer in there with her is wearing a robe and instead of a gun of night stick, he is equipped with a sword. He shakes his head, but before he responds to Noa, A woman wearing a robe and crown barges into the room.
QUEEN AEVIS:
"Alright, Kanon, where are they?"
Noa chuckles sarcastically and looks at Aevis with a patronizing brow.
NOA KANON:
"A one for two? What can I do? I like your suit. You look real cute. How do you want me? Spread out on the table? Or should I bend under it if I am able?”
QUEEN AEVIS
"You wish."
She snaps her fingers and, with a simple hand gesture, orders the standing officer to leave the room. As soon as she is left alone with Noa, she pulls out a broad sword and places it on the table.
QUEEN AEVIS:
“This, Kanon, is an enchanted sword, meant to dispose of witches like you. Now, I have no intentions of using it, and that is why I am placing it on the table. I am not here to harm you, I just need answers. Can you show me the same level of trust and respect that I am showing you, and simply answer my question?"
Noa stares at the sword on the table with a flat look on her face.
NOA KANON:
“Okay, explain this to me... You lock yourself in a room with me, put a sword in front of me, and expect me to just sit here and play twent-one questions for free? What gives you the confidence of knowing I won't just pick it up and end you where you stand? I will walk out of here with your blood in my hands."
QUEEN AEVIS:
"Quit playing games, Noa. I have men and women, as we speak, inspecting every single litt--"
NOA KANON:
"Then why ask me anything? Why not ask your crew of inspectors? And while you're at it, ask them why they set fires to my sector? My only remaining reason to live was in that home, and now I don't know if I continue alone. So do you think I give a damn what happens to me? Do you think you can intimidate me after what I’ve seen?"
QUEEN AEVIS:
"This is no game. We've recovered letters and recipes from your establishment that indicate there must have been about 72 other witches there with you, and yet, you were the only one to come forth. Tell me where the others are, and I might just make your death quick and painless.”
Noa presses her lips together and lowers her brow with a confused stare into Aevis's eyes.
NOA KANON:
"Di you just say… Seventy-two...?"
Noa smiles with amusement.
NOA KANON:
“My dear girl, you haven’t the slightest clue.”
Agatha pops up out of nowhere and slices the throat of Queen Aevis with her razor sharp finger nails. The scene fades to black as the camera zooms in to the smirk on Noa Kanon’s face. We cross-fade transition in to the same smirk on the same face but with different make up and in modern day. Noa Kanon is standing outside of a burning building, watching as the fire men do their job.
NOA KANON:
“The work of Anarchists, not Anarchy, one might confuse. It would be malarkey to believe the Brothers and their ruse.”
A member of the bomb squad approaches the fire chief and Noa listens in to their conversation.
BOMB SQUAD AGENT:
“Sir, if there were any more explosives in here they would have gone off a while ago. This place is a mess. Anything that was flammable is already charred.”
FIRE CHIEF:
“How many bodies can you confirm are in there?”
BOMB SQUAD AGENT:
"None. If there are any, they'd be underneath all this gravel. It'd be impossible to confirm without the wrecking crew."
Noa Kanon smiles and almost laughs.
NOA KANON:
“Of course there isn’t, one would think. The charred remains would be the link. We work in ways that leave no trace, therefore all victimes have left this place.”
FIRE CHIEF:
“What are you singing about over there, young lady?”
BOMB SQUAD AGENT:
“Forget her singing, why is she so damn close to the wreckage?!”
Noa Kanon lunges forth and grabs the fire chief by the face, then plants a big wet kiss on his lips. The Bomb Squad Agent tries to grab at her, but she wraps her arms around him and kisses his neck. Both men now stand still, simply staring at her with lowered eye lids. She smiles and walks away from them. We once again, fade to black.
Elsewhere, slushing of water is heard in a hollow brick hallway. Rats scurry off into hiding holes on the sides of this dripping tunnel as the dragging of feet through bubbling sewage startles them.
Our view fades in from a blur as if we are waking up to the upside down view of an expressionless Noa Kanon. We notice that Noa is pushing us along in some type of wheelbarrow motion.
NOA KANON:
“Anarchy this, Anarchy that… They weren’t anarchists in the start or in Anarchy’s past. Shut the fuck up about Anarchy, boys, you ain’t shit. I was there when the demon molded this world as he sees fit. So, now you want to enter the house that our Savage made our home, and pretend as if the art of Anarchy is your own. We will not stand for it, I will net let you. I will not stand by and let you get through. Tempest might be easier on you than I will be, because I won’t stop stomping you until you kill me… Or I kill you… But that’s a win-win… I intend to pierce through you and expose the sins within.”
Noa Kanon looks around and then down at us again.
NOA KANON:
“This is merely a preview for you Scott Slayer. We're in a sewage tunnel, and you haven’t a prayer. You're on a stretcher. Sandwiched between Riker and Prowl. I've been pushing you to safety since the second owl’s howl. I'm barefoot and literally up to my ankles in shit and piss. My toes are starting to prune, and my voice is starting to hiss. But since this is what it takes to drag you out of the confusion, then I will gladly do it, with the intentions of one conclusion. You need anarchy to survive, and anarchy needs us… So, after we drown you in a pool of your own blood and puss… I will wheel you… To safety… Where anarchy may accept you. Where the structures that we have built might shelter you and protect you. See, you are as far weaker than Anarchy as Anarchy is weaker than me… And for you to continue speaking on it, I just cannot let it be."
From our first person view, it seems we have arrived at a clearing; perhaps the end of the tunnel, where it empties out into the waste management area. Suddenly Noa lifts us up with a forceful motion. We see the sky briefly but quickly spin downard and dive toward the brown muddy waters below. The splash and bubbles cause the feed to cut out and we are now in a black, silent, screen.
Fade back in from black.
It is a casino night now, and Noa Kanon is standing beside a slot machine while Agatha sits and pulls the lever.
NOA KANON:
“I don’t play games, I don’t take chances. I simply secure the outcome of my advances.”
AGATHA:
“I hope you live by those words come monday, because The Brothers of Anarchy, Prowl and Riker, are not coming to fuck around. They are going to bring some next level shit to that ring, I can almost guarantee it… But don’t knock on my love for the gamble, it is one of the only things that bastard ass God up above still allows me to enjoy… That’s why I take such pride in training you and Tempest. I can bet on you guys and win… Every fucking time. Naturally, I don’t bet directly, but all those people we’ve possessed can easily do my bidding.”
NOA KANON:
“Prowl and Riker? I don’t give two shits about those two shits. And I’ll tear Slayer a new asshole, make him always take two shits.”
AGATHA:
“I’d love to say I admire your confidence, but the truth is I’m already used to it. You and Tempest have been kicking ass and taking names since ancient times and I cannot believe how easy you make it look. These three idiots fom Detroit should be of no trouble to you at all, and I know it. But, I’ll admit, I’m a bit nervous about what Abernathy said. She thinks overconfidence is dangerous. Therefore, I will always try to find areas of doubt, just to continue improving you two. It would simply be embarrassing as all hell to see you guys lose or even come close to losing to those guys. Just don’t get too comfortable out there. You got this. Even if it was you alone, or Tempest alone, I know those guys don’t stand a chance. But stay on your toes. This is only the beginning.”
NOA KANON:
“That draws attention, I have a question: Where is the Temptress, now that you’ve mentioned?”
AGATHA:
“Believe it or not, she’s out with Noble Savage of all people. They’re hitting the gym right now. I don’t know how I feel about that, but at least she’s with one of us.”
NOA KANON:
“Tempest and I can take on all three Brothers… Whether or not she trains with Brandi, they will get smothered. They’ll call their mothers, when our presence hovers over their doomed bodies, we make fighters lovers.”
AGATHA:
“You know something, Noa? I don’t think I will ever get used to you having to sing every thing. But the part I don’t get is… I know you are used to rhyming, yeah, but can you like just speak the rhymes? Must you really melodify every things as well?"
NOA KANON:
“My voice is melody, I don’t sing. It all flows out from the harmony within. But if you want a song, I’ll give you one; It will be a three count over the Brothers of Anarchy, done and done. They say it ain’t over until the fat lady sings, I am far from fat, but I pack a sting. And it will be over for those three little anarchists because it is in their face the Pythoness will plant her fists. But it isn’t a gamble I am taking off the gloves, and it’s just going to be me... Doing what I love.”
Noa Kanon’s facial expression becomes more serious than usual and she grunts out a breath of hot air before walking away. Agatha watches her leave while smiling, and the slot machine starts spitting out a wave of coins.
Fade to black.
