Post by Tempest Razum on Apr 7, 2019 20:57:42 GMT -5
TEMPEST RAZUM RP
XANADU CIRCLE VS. BROTHERS OF ANARCHY
SLAM 4/8/19
"ARCHAIC ANARCHY"
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The scene opens with Tempest Razum staring into an open field even grass as far as the eye can see. She smiles pleasantly as the wind flows through her hair. She closes her eyes and begins to warmly speak.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“How can we allow two shit heads like Cody Prowl and Ryan Riker even have an opinion about Anarchy? The Xanadu Circle has perfected the art that they are now just adopting. But they are following the lead of Scott Slayer, which is the part that makes their idiotic purpose a little more laughable. Scott does not know the roots or purposes of anarchy, so what chance do those other two goons have? The brothers of anarchy see only one side of it all. They don't see the complete picture. The balance, The harmony… If there was ever anything that Abernathy’s Noble was right about it was that… We will always disagree on a lot of things, but I have respect for her because Balance is one thing that we will never dispute one another on. The beauty of Nature, just look at the wondrous flow of things… And you have someone like Scott Slayer trying to infuse all of this with his misguided Brothers of Anarchy… Let’s not be coy here, Cody Prowl and Ryan Ryker have no idea what it takes to truly spread anarchy throughout the WCF, much less does Scott Slayer. In order to understand anarchy, you must first understand order. So if you do not admire the beauty of peace, you do not stand a chance at surviving the chaos. That's the problem with these rebels without cause, they simply see a lifestyle they admire and think they can implement it into their own every day behavior.”
Tempest Razum now shakes her head and a sigh of pity escapes her lips.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“You stupid little fools…”
The greenery of the field she observed now grows brown, inch by inch. Grass and trees decaying and darkening as the sky turns gray. We hear the chuckle of Tempest Razum's sensual voice just before a loud thunder cracks and rain starts to fall.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“You did not come from the times of peace. You did not see the creation of what you today know as anarchy. You were not there when the world changed. You were born into a world already molested by the imbalances of anarchy. I, on the other hand, was there to see it all take place and formed part of the pact that merged order and balance, creating the reality in which you live. Noa and I have seen the world be molded into a liveable place for you and your fuckheads. Buckle up, boys… I'm gonna teach you the roots of this shit.”
At that point, Agatha steps forth next to Tempest. Her arriv seems to come out of nowhere, but it is implied she was standing behind her the whole time.
AGATHA:
“You mean I going to teach them… Just as I remind you.”
Tempest closes her eyes with a smile and lets herself fall forward. When her body hits the wet grass, we suddenly cut to a shot where she opens her eyes slowly then jumps, startled out of a deep slumber. Even though she is exhausted, she cannot believe she was so careless to fall asleep in such a dangerous place.
Her hands caress the tall grass at her feet in search of the stick she had plucked earlier for protection. She finds it quickly and holds it near her chest in a death grip. With night quickly approaching she fears danger will find her if she does not keep alert.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Wait… How am I back here again? The last thing I remember is talking to…”
Tempest squirms in pain holding her face with anguish. She grunts trying to compress the unbearable pain rushing through her skull. She wants to scream in agony, but deep down she knows that would be a bad idea. The high-pitched whirring sound causing her so much pain seems to be strong enough to make the skin on her forehead ripple and vibrate. She holds on to a tree stump and helps herself up slowly. The pain seems to slowly digress.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“These headaches seemed to only come back when I tried to remember the details from last night. But now they hit when I tried to think of what I was doing just a second ago. For some reason, I can easily remember things from… Is It 979 again?”
There isn’t much to go on. She remembers talking to Althea, her maid, what she thinks was two nights before. From what she can recall, their talk was heated, she was upset with Althea regarding something, but she cannot remember what. All she can remember is feeling unwell and going to bed soon after, but perhaps, even that part is wrong. She just isn’t sure.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“What the fuck happened? I feel like I was just somewhere else… Or Maybe some time else. As if the future me was willingly coming back to today… Am I losing my fucking mind?!”
Tempest grapples on to that question with intense emotion in her weary eyes as she makes it to her feet. With her eyes squinted in confusion and intrigue, she looks around while fighting the decreasing pain until the sound of underbrush crackling catches her attention.
Panic thrusts itself into her but the effect is brief as she throws herself down into the tall grass. It is already dark enough so nothing would notice her there. She is determined to remain still until whoever that is has left. It was the only plan she could think of.
Crick-Crickkk
Crunch
The sounds grow louder as it seems to draw near. Tempest holds her ground, hoping that whatever it is would pass by without notice. She holds her breath as she sees light bouncing through the dark reeds ahead of her. Their shadows dance on her pale skin.
SINGING TRAVELER:
“Et ego sequar… Oh, et ego sequar… Et ego sequar quo pavet pythonissam vagentur…”
(I will travel… Oh, I will travel… I will travel to where the witches roam…”
The song of the traveller makes it to Tempest's ears as the torchlight passes her by. Though she cannot understand the singers words, she could tell this other woman is just as nervous about wandering the forest alone herself, by the way she repeats the lyrics over and over again.
As the stranger passes, Tempest stands up, letting her stick pave the way while she silently follows. Occasionally, the crunching of underbrush beneath her feet, or the random sting of thorny vines stifles her walk.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“What the fuck am I doing?”
Tempest silently scolds herself. She has no idea if this person is friendly or not. And having never left her village's protective walls, she is just not sure what types of dangers await her. But still, this was a person as scared of the dark as her, so it wouldn't hurt to follow her a bit longer. And perhaps, they were on their way to her village or could show her how to get back.
After a while, the torch stops along with the singing. Tempest crouches behind a tree and watches for movement. Whoever she is, has been stopped for a long time.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Perhaps they’re setting up camp and turning in for the night?”
LADY ABERNATHY:
“YOU! How long have you been following her?!”
The menacing voice of Lady Abernathy pierces Tempest from behind, spurring her heart to jump into her throat. Tempest nearly drops her stick as she spins around to meet Lady Abernathy, but regains it in a juggling motion as she backs into the tree. Tempest is still, but unfortunately for her, Abernathy’s shadow moves forth and under, forcing the bark at her back, to bite into her exposed flesh.
Lady Abernathy lights up a torch and signals Tempest to be silent. She complies and keeps her pose against the tree. Once the growing flame becomes strong enough to light their surroundings, Abernathy chuckles with her eyes on the stick that so daringly shakes between the pair.
LADY ABERNATHY:
“Why would a mere dancer like you be wandering in the middle of nowhere, alone?"
Lady Abernathy’s thick Romanian accent emboldens her words. Tempest reacts as if she had never heard someone speak as she did, but she can gather by her tone that she is not interested in harming her... Not yet at least.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“I didn’t mean to follow you.”
LADY ABERNATHY:
“Clever. That is because I am not the one you are following. You aren’t as good a liar as you think… Tempest.”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“How do you know my name?”
LADY ABERNATHY:
“Agatha scouted you. She found you before you were lost. You are lucky to be under her protection. If not, Noa would have your insides for Lunch.”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Noa…? Is that the name of the singing traveler that you were trailing?”
At that point, the horse ahead of them neighs and we see the traveler leap off it, losing her hooded cloak in the motion. She lands beside Abernathy and Tempest with a smirk.
NOA KANON:
“Quid existis capit? Numquid hic aliud pythonissam?”
(who is this? Another witch?”)
LADY ABERNATHY:
“This one? Oh, you wouldn’t believe her potential, Noa. But no, she is not a witch. Not yet, at least.”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“What’s she saying? What language is that? Did she ask if I’m a witch?!”
Noa Kanon gets in Tempest’s face and sniffs her, then smirks.
NOA KANON:
“Hmmm… Your scent has matured thirty-three Winters… The shivers, the whimpers, the cold-piercing splinters… The winds of old hollows, flows through your lungs… I, too, was as young, when my purpose begun…”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Well, yeah, I am 33… So, I guess you’re right… But why must you sing everything you say? And, no offense, but what in Gaia’s name do you mean you ‘WERE’ my age? You look younger than me.”
NOA KANON:
“I met Agatha in the year thirty-three… T’was my thirty-third birthday when she sang to me. The order of light brought anarchy and plight, but the Xanadu Circle brough truth to the fight.”
Noa un-clips her vest and exposes her chest to Tempest. The stick in Tempest’s hands drops as she catches a glimpse of the tattoo over Noa’s breasts. It brings Tempest even more memories of something beautiful, like the metal-suits brave knights wore to battle in the fairy tales she had read as a child. Artfully inked into the center of Noa’s chest is a symbol, an eagle grasping a circle, and inside the circle is a pentagram with ancient letterings.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Anarchy… Yes, that is what they fear, isn’t it? We are meant to restore the order that the ancients established, and the process is so destructive that they call us anarchists. That’s why my village refuses to let me fight. Because they fear the anarchy and refuse to embrace it. That’s why they chased me out of my home, am I right?”
Lady Abernathy caresses Tempest’s forehead, easing her off the mild trance she is in. Her arm lowers along with her gaze, studying the many cuts and scrapes that adorn Tempest’s lower legs.
LADY ABERNATHY:
"The government will call us anarchists, or deviants… Because we believe in fighting fire with fire. These petty little anarchists don’t know that they are playing with fire. But do you even realize that you ARE the fire?”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“I don't like your strange accent, Lady. It is annoying and it only accentuates your mocking words.”
LADY ABERNATHY:
“You must have been running for a long while to get cuts like that. My question still stands unanswered. Why were you walking around in the middle of the night, alone, and dressed like a damned whore?"
Tempest' eyes are fixed on Lady Abernathy's face, but she glances at Noa and allows her gaze to grow Steen upon the completion of that question. She stands still because, for a moment, Abernathy's statement reminds her of something Althea would say, and her arrogant tone didn't help matters.
NOA KANON:
"Well, girl? Will you confirm or will your refute? It isn't up for dispute. Or have you suddenly become a mute?”
Tempest takes a deep breath and angrily growls her next words as if ashamed of herself.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Okay, look. I have no idea where I am and thought that following you would lead me home or at least someplace safe"
Abernathy and Noa look at one another and smirk. Noa then walks back toward her horse to mount it, while Abernathy lights up a purple flame in her fingers with a snap.
LADY ABERNATHY:
“Walk with her… But beside her steed, do not trail. Agatha and I will watch your backs from a distance.”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“So, Agatha is around too?”
LADY ABERNATHY:
“Closer than you think.”
In the distance, we can hear a faint snorting sound. It is soft at first and grows louder, into a whinny the closer they move toward the camp. Tempest finds her feet pushing her quicker behind the horse who is leading her while Noa guides it. Noa chuckles each time she hears a hiss from Tempest as random branches nick the wounds on her legs.
NOA KANON:
"Watch yourself and take your time. No worries, we won't leave you behind."
Ahead at the camp, we see a very large animal standing near another torch. It has a rich brown coat that shines even in little light. Tempest keeps her distance from the animal, examining its size and beauty. Abernathy walks up to the animal and brushes her hand across its snout. Its tail swats the air in reaction.
LADY ABERNATHY:
“Don't worry, Tempest, it's just my Savage. . You seemed startled by her disgruntled noises."
Tempest joins them with her eyes glued on to the animal.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Is this a horse? Wow, it's so big…”
LADY ABERNATHY:
“You have never seen a horse have you? What you saw Noa riding on, my dear, is a horse… This… Is a demon.”
Tempest's eyes light up, and instead of becoming frightened, she becomes more enamored by the presence of the beast. Tempest approaches it a bit closer, but is halted by a a hand adorned with jewelry. Tempest looks at the hand and follows the arm to see the face of Agatha.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“You… You're Agatha… How do I know that?”
AGATHA:
“I've been inside you this whole time, I may feel familiar. I made sure you didn't stray away too far and allow yourself to be guided toward Xanadu.”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Xanadu… Is that what this place is called?”
AGATHA:
“Xanadu is a people, my Temptress, this place is our home for now. It is our sanctuary, our--
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Safe haven… Just the refuge I needed to get away from those ignorant villagers. Thank you for finding me.”
Tempest raises her hand forth to pet the Savage beast, but Agatha once again pushes her back.
AGATHA:
“Do not give in to the Nature Witch's temptation, Temptress. You are my pupil, not hers. One single touch from your conflicted hands and your possessed. You will absorb its soul into your body… Lady Abernathy is looking for a noble host for this Savage soul. I won't allow it to be you. I have other plans for you and Noa.”
Tempest scratches one of the wounds on her legs nervously. We begin to see a few more women passing by, most of them pale skinned and eerie. It is obvious that to them she is an outsider, but for some reason Agatha and Abernathy did not care. Noa then hops over playfully, holding a glass goblet with water in it.
NOA KANON
“You look parched, Temptress, and I don't blame you. Here, take this, it's water from rain’s dew."
Tempest subtly smiles and takes the water. As she sips from it, we see Noa also rummaging through a burlap sack on the floor beside a stone wall. Noa pulls out a small jar with ointment, along with some torn cloth.
NOA KANON:
"That should help quench your thirst. And this is for the cuts, your legs must hurt."
Tempest tends to her wounds while Noa walks off toward what seems like a courtyard. She watches Noa light a fire pit in the middle of a stone walkway, the newly added light brings out more of her features. Noa indeed looks as young as Tempest had assumed, just around the same age as herself. Tempest stares over into the fire with wonder, just as she would have if she wasn't so confused. Her brown eyes glimmer brightly with the fire's reflection as she sits and soothes her legs with ointment, while trying to ease her memories back in without inviting the headache.
Tempest looks away nervously when she notices that Abernathy is on the opposite side of the fire catching her stare. The ointment Noa gave her is starting to take effect, so the burning on her legs is not a thought.
LADY ABERNATHY:
“You still haven't answered my earlier question. Why are you out there alone?”
Lady Abernathy is suddenly behind Tempest, which startles her. She wraps her arms around her legs and pulls them to her chest in a protective posture.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“I told you I'm not sure how I got here. The night before is a blur.”
AGATHA:
“Must have been some night.”
Agatha and Noa chuckle while Abernathy simply stares blankly. Tempest closes her eyes and calmly breathes in before speaking.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“The last thing I remember is… I was dancing… I was opening the show for an Honor Fight. Everyone loved my dances but some of the people there shamed me for being too sexual. I purposely flaunted my features to spite them, but then something strange happened. A glowing orb came down to me and began floating around me as I danced. The people in attendance were mesmerized. Some fell ill. The show was going to be canceled to so many in attendance reacting to the orb’s presence. Even one of the fighters was ill, I think... I stepped up, to give the people what they came for; a fight… But after my opening act having the reaction it did, people doubted that what I wanted to do was fight… They began calling me names, like jezebel, harlot, and witch… Someone threw a fruit… I got mad and jumped into the crowd and began beating the ever loving shit out of the fruit bearing heckler… But I was outnumbered by them, and the guards, and… The orb spoke, I think, but I couldn’t understand the language at the moment, and... I can't remember what happened after that.”
LADY ABERNATHY:
“I’ll tell you what happened after that…”
AGATHA:
“Don’t. She has to remember on her own.”
LADY ABERNATHY:
“She is doing pretty good as far as I can tell. She’s even remembering things that will happen in the future. Almost as if she knows we’ve invaded her memories.”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Wait…? Did you just say you’ve invaded my--
Tempest’s temples begin to throb in a vibrating pulse and she grabs at her head in intense pain. Her surroundings become distorted and just as she is about to scream, she opens her eyes and she is back in the open field under a rain storm. She is laying on the browned grass with Agatha hovering over her.
AGATHA:
“That will be enough for this session. Now, go and do what you know needs to be done.”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Those three little pigs won’t know what to do when i blow their house down and show them the truest meaning of their own namesake.”
Agatha grins at Tempest, who returns the same expression after a quick wink of her eye. Agatha helps Tempest up as the scene fades to black.
XANADU CIRCLE VS. BROTHERS OF ANARCHY
SLAM 4/8/19
"ARCHAIC ANARCHY"
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The scene opens with Tempest Razum staring into an open field even grass as far as the eye can see. She smiles pleasantly as the wind flows through her hair. She closes her eyes and begins to warmly speak.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“How can we allow two shit heads like Cody Prowl and Ryan Riker even have an opinion about Anarchy? The Xanadu Circle has perfected the art that they are now just adopting. But they are following the lead of Scott Slayer, which is the part that makes their idiotic purpose a little more laughable. Scott does not know the roots or purposes of anarchy, so what chance do those other two goons have? The brothers of anarchy see only one side of it all. They don't see the complete picture. The balance, The harmony… If there was ever anything that Abernathy’s Noble was right about it was that… We will always disagree on a lot of things, but I have respect for her because Balance is one thing that we will never dispute one another on. The beauty of Nature, just look at the wondrous flow of things… And you have someone like Scott Slayer trying to infuse all of this with his misguided Brothers of Anarchy… Let’s not be coy here, Cody Prowl and Ryan Ryker have no idea what it takes to truly spread anarchy throughout the WCF, much less does Scott Slayer. In order to understand anarchy, you must first understand order. So if you do not admire the beauty of peace, you do not stand a chance at surviving the chaos. That's the problem with these rebels without cause, they simply see a lifestyle they admire and think they can implement it into their own every day behavior.”
Tempest Razum now shakes her head and a sigh of pity escapes her lips.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“You stupid little fools…”
The greenery of the field she observed now grows brown, inch by inch. Grass and trees decaying and darkening as the sky turns gray. We hear the chuckle of Tempest Razum's sensual voice just before a loud thunder cracks and rain starts to fall.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“You did not come from the times of peace. You did not see the creation of what you today know as anarchy. You were not there when the world changed. You were born into a world already molested by the imbalances of anarchy. I, on the other hand, was there to see it all take place and formed part of the pact that merged order and balance, creating the reality in which you live. Noa and I have seen the world be molded into a liveable place for you and your fuckheads. Buckle up, boys… I'm gonna teach you the roots of this shit.”
At that point, Agatha steps forth next to Tempest. Her arriv seems to come out of nowhere, but it is implied she was standing behind her the whole time.
AGATHA:
“You mean I going to teach them… Just as I remind you.”
Tempest closes her eyes with a smile and lets herself fall forward. When her body hits the wet grass, we suddenly cut to a shot where she opens her eyes slowly then jumps, startled out of a deep slumber. Even though she is exhausted, she cannot believe she was so careless to fall asleep in such a dangerous place.
Her hands caress the tall grass at her feet in search of the stick she had plucked earlier for protection. She finds it quickly and holds it near her chest in a death grip. With night quickly approaching she fears danger will find her if she does not keep alert.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Wait… How am I back here again? The last thing I remember is talking to…”
Tempest squirms in pain holding her face with anguish. She grunts trying to compress the unbearable pain rushing through her skull. She wants to scream in agony, but deep down she knows that would be a bad idea. The high-pitched whirring sound causing her so much pain seems to be strong enough to make the skin on her forehead ripple and vibrate. She holds on to a tree stump and helps herself up slowly. The pain seems to slowly digress.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“These headaches seemed to only come back when I tried to remember the details from last night. But now they hit when I tried to think of what I was doing just a second ago. For some reason, I can easily remember things from… Is It 979 again?”
There isn’t much to go on. She remembers talking to Althea, her maid, what she thinks was two nights before. From what she can recall, their talk was heated, she was upset with Althea regarding something, but she cannot remember what. All she can remember is feeling unwell and going to bed soon after, but perhaps, even that part is wrong. She just isn’t sure.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“What the fuck happened? I feel like I was just somewhere else… Or Maybe some time else. As if the future me was willingly coming back to today… Am I losing my fucking mind?!”
Tempest grapples on to that question with intense emotion in her weary eyes as she makes it to her feet. With her eyes squinted in confusion and intrigue, she looks around while fighting the decreasing pain until the sound of underbrush crackling catches her attention.
Panic thrusts itself into her but the effect is brief as she throws herself down into the tall grass. It is already dark enough so nothing would notice her there. She is determined to remain still until whoever that is has left. It was the only plan she could think of.
Crick-Crickkk
Crunch
The sounds grow louder as it seems to draw near. Tempest holds her ground, hoping that whatever it is would pass by without notice. She holds her breath as she sees light bouncing through the dark reeds ahead of her. Their shadows dance on her pale skin.
SINGING TRAVELER:
“Et ego sequar… Oh, et ego sequar… Et ego sequar quo pavet pythonissam vagentur…”
(I will travel… Oh, I will travel… I will travel to where the witches roam…”
The song of the traveller makes it to Tempest's ears as the torchlight passes her by. Though she cannot understand the singers words, she could tell this other woman is just as nervous about wandering the forest alone herself, by the way she repeats the lyrics over and over again.
As the stranger passes, Tempest stands up, letting her stick pave the way while she silently follows. Occasionally, the crunching of underbrush beneath her feet, or the random sting of thorny vines stifles her walk.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“What the fuck am I doing?”
Tempest silently scolds herself. She has no idea if this person is friendly or not. And having never left her village's protective walls, she is just not sure what types of dangers await her. But still, this was a person as scared of the dark as her, so it wouldn't hurt to follow her a bit longer. And perhaps, they were on their way to her village or could show her how to get back.
After a while, the torch stops along with the singing. Tempest crouches behind a tree and watches for movement. Whoever she is, has been stopped for a long time.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Perhaps they’re setting up camp and turning in for the night?”
LADY ABERNATHY:
“YOU! How long have you been following her?!”
The menacing voice of Lady Abernathy pierces Tempest from behind, spurring her heart to jump into her throat. Tempest nearly drops her stick as she spins around to meet Lady Abernathy, but regains it in a juggling motion as she backs into the tree. Tempest is still, but unfortunately for her, Abernathy’s shadow moves forth and under, forcing the bark at her back, to bite into her exposed flesh.
Lady Abernathy lights up a torch and signals Tempest to be silent. She complies and keeps her pose against the tree. Once the growing flame becomes strong enough to light their surroundings, Abernathy chuckles with her eyes on the stick that so daringly shakes between the pair.
LADY ABERNATHY:
“Why would a mere dancer like you be wandering in the middle of nowhere, alone?"
Lady Abernathy’s thick Romanian accent emboldens her words. Tempest reacts as if she had never heard someone speak as she did, but she can gather by her tone that she is not interested in harming her... Not yet at least.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“I didn’t mean to follow you.”
LADY ABERNATHY:
“Clever. That is because I am not the one you are following. You aren’t as good a liar as you think… Tempest.”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“How do you know my name?”
LADY ABERNATHY:
“Agatha scouted you. She found you before you were lost. You are lucky to be under her protection. If not, Noa would have your insides for Lunch.”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Noa…? Is that the name of the singing traveler that you were trailing?”
At that point, the horse ahead of them neighs and we see the traveler leap off it, losing her hooded cloak in the motion. She lands beside Abernathy and Tempest with a smirk.
NOA KANON:
“Quid existis capit? Numquid hic aliud pythonissam?”
(who is this? Another witch?”)
LADY ABERNATHY:
“This one? Oh, you wouldn’t believe her potential, Noa. But no, she is not a witch. Not yet, at least.”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“What’s she saying? What language is that? Did she ask if I’m a witch?!”
Noa Kanon gets in Tempest’s face and sniffs her, then smirks.
NOA KANON:
“Hmmm… Your scent has matured thirty-three Winters… The shivers, the whimpers, the cold-piercing splinters… The winds of old hollows, flows through your lungs… I, too, was as young, when my purpose begun…”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Well, yeah, I am 33… So, I guess you’re right… But why must you sing everything you say? And, no offense, but what in Gaia’s name do you mean you ‘WERE’ my age? You look younger than me.”
NOA KANON:
“I met Agatha in the year thirty-three… T’was my thirty-third birthday when she sang to me. The order of light brought anarchy and plight, but the Xanadu Circle brough truth to the fight.”
Noa un-clips her vest and exposes her chest to Tempest. The stick in Tempest’s hands drops as she catches a glimpse of the tattoo over Noa’s breasts. It brings Tempest even more memories of something beautiful, like the metal-suits brave knights wore to battle in the fairy tales she had read as a child. Artfully inked into the center of Noa’s chest is a symbol, an eagle grasping a circle, and inside the circle is a pentagram with ancient letterings.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Anarchy… Yes, that is what they fear, isn’t it? We are meant to restore the order that the ancients established, and the process is so destructive that they call us anarchists. That’s why my village refuses to let me fight. Because they fear the anarchy and refuse to embrace it. That’s why they chased me out of my home, am I right?”
Lady Abernathy caresses Tempest’s forehead, easing her off the mild trance she is in. Her arm lowers along with her gaze, studying the many cuts and scrapes that adorn Tempest’s lower legs.
LADY ABERNATHY:
"The government will call us anarchists, or deviants… Because we believe in fighting fire with fire. These petty little anarchists don’t know that they are playing with fire. But do you even realize that you ARE the fire?”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“I don't like your strange accent, Lady. It is annoying and it only accentuates your mocking words.”
LADY ABERNATHY:
“You must have been running for a long while to get cuts like that. My question still stands unanswered. Why were you walking around in the middle of the night, alone, and dressed like a damned whore?"
Tempest' eyes are fixed on Lady Abernathy's face, but she glances at Noa and allows her gaze to grow Steen upon the completion of that question. She stands still because, for a moment, Abernathy's statement reminds her of something Althea would say, and her arrogant tone didn't help matters.
NOA KANON:
"Well, girl? Will you confirm or will your refute? It isn't up for dispute. Or have you suddenly become a mute?”
Tempest takes a deep breath and angrily growls her next words as if ashamed of herself.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Okay, look. I have no idea where I am and thought that following you would lead me home or at least someplace safe"
Abernathy and Noa look at one another and smirk. Noa then walks back toward her horse to mount it, while Abernathy lights up a purple flame in her fingers with a snap.
LADY ABERNATHY:
“Walk with her… But beside her steed, do not trail. Agatha and I will watch your backs from a distance.”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“So, Agatha is around too?”
LADY ABERNATHY:
“Closer than you think.”
In the distance, we can hear a faint snorting sound. It is soft at first and grows louder, into a whinny the closer they move toward the camp. Tempest finds her feet pushing her quicker behind the horse who is leading her while Noa guides it. Noa chuckles each time she hears a hiss from Tempest as random branches nick the wounds on her legs.
NOA KANON:
"Watch yourself and take your time. No worries, we won't leave you behind."
Ahead at the camp, we see a very large animal standing near another torch. It has a rich brown coat that shines even in little light. Tempest keeps her distance from the animal, examining its size and beauty. Abernathy walks up to the animal and brushes her hand across its snout. Its tail swats the air in reaction.
LADY ABERNATHY:
“Don't worry, Tempest, it's just my Savage. . You seemed startled by her disgruntled noises."
Tempest joins them with her eyes glued on to the animal.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Is this a horse? Wow, it's so big…”
LADY ABERNATHY:
“You have never seen a horse have you? What you saw Noa riding on, my dear, is a horse… This… Is a demon.”
Tempest's eyes light up, and instead of becoming frightened, she becomes more enamored by the presence of the beast. Tempest approaches it a bit closer, but is halted by a a hand adorned with jewelry. Tempest looks at the hand and follows the arm to see the face of Agatha.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“You… You're Agatha… How do I know that?”
AGATHA:
“I've been inside you this whole time, I may feel familiar. I made sure you didn't stray away too far and allow yourself to be guided toward Xanadu.”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Xanadu… Is that what this place is called?”
AGATHA:
“Xanadu is a people, my Temptress, this place is our home for now. It is our sanctuary, our--
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Safe haven… Just the refuge I needed to get away from those ignorant villagers. Thank you for finding me.”
Tempest raises her hand forth to pet the Savage beast, but Agatha once again pushes her back.
AGATHA:
“Do not give in to the Nature Witch's temptation, Temptress. You are my pupil, not hers. One single touch from your conflicted hands and your possessed. You will absorb its soul into your body… Lady Abernathy is looking for a noble host for this Savage soul. I won't allow it to be you. I have other plans for you and Noa.”
Tempest scratches one of the wounds on her legs nervously. We begin to see a few more women passing by, most of them pale skinned and eerie. It is obvious that to them she is an outsider, but for some reason Agatha and Abernathy did not care. Noa then hops over playfully, holding a glass goblet with water in it.
NOA KANON
“You look parched, Temptress, and I don't blame you. Here, take this, it's water from rain’s dew."
Tempest subtly smiles and takes the water. As she sips from it, we see Noa also rummaging through a burlap sack on the floor beside a stone wall. Noa pulls out a small jar with ointment, along with some torn cloth.
NOA KANON:
"That should help quench your thirst. And this is for the cuts, your legs must hurt."
Tempest tends to her wounds while Noa walks off toward what seems like a courtyard. She watches Noa light a fire pit in the middle of a stone walkway, the newly added light brings out more of her features. Noa indeed looks as young as Tempest had assumed, just around the same age as herself. Tempest stares over into the fire with wonder, just as she would have if she wasn't so confused. Her brown eyes glimmer brightly with the fire's reflection as she sits and soothes her legs with ointment, while trying to ease her memories back in without inviting the headache.
Tempest looks away nervously when she notices that Abernathy is on the opposite side of the fire catching her stare. The ointment Noa gave her is starting to take effect, so the burning on her legs is not a thought.
LADY ABERNATHY:
“You still haven't answered my earlier question. Why are you out there alone?”
Lady Abernathy is suddenly behind Tempest, which startles her. She wraps her arms around her legs and pulls them to her chest in a protective posture.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“I told you I'm not sure how I got here. The night before is a blur.”
AGATHA:
“Must have been some night.”
Agatha and Noa chuckle while Abernathy simply stares blankly. Tempest closes her eyes and calmly breathes in before speaking.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“The last thing I remember is… I was dancing… I was opening the show for an Honor Fight. Everyone loved my dances but some of the people there shamed me for being too sexual. I purposely flaunted my features to spite them, but then something strange happened. A glowing orb came down to me and began floating around me as I danced. The people in attendance were mesmerized. Some fell ill. The show was going to be canceled to so many in attendance reacting to the orb’s presence. Even one of the fighters was ill, I think... I stepped up, to give the people what they came for; a fight… But after my opening act having the reaction it did, people doubted that what I wanted to do was fight… They began calling me names, like jezebel, harlot, and witch… Someone threw a fruit… I got mad and jumped into the crowd and began beating the ever loving shit out of the fruit bearing heckler… But I was outnumbered by them, and the guards, and… The orb spoke, I think, but I couldn’t understand the language at the moment, and... I can't remember what happened after that.”
LADY ABERNATHY:
“I’ll tell you what happened after that…”
AGATHA:
“Don’t. She has to remember on her own.”
LADY ABERNATHY:
“She is doing pretty good as far as I can tell. She’s even remembering things that will happen in the future. Almost as if she knows we’ve invaded her memories.”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Wait…? Did you just say you’ve invaded my--
Tempest’s temples begin to throb in a vibrating pulse and she grabs at her head in intense pain. Her surroundings become distorted and just as she is about to scream, she opens her eyes and she is back in the open field under a rain storm. She is laying on the browned grass with Agatha hovering over her.
AGATHA:
“That will be enough for this session. Now, go and do what you know needs to be done.”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Those three little pigs won’t know what to do when i blow their house down and show them the truest meaning of their own namesake.”
Agatha grins at Tempest, who returns the same expression after a quick wink of her eye. Agatha helps Tempest up as the scene fades to black.
