Waechter v Cyrus

[UKWF]

Post your RPs for the match below. 2 RP cap, max. 500 words per RP.

[CraigTheCylon]

"This...is not how I wished to be spending this week."

[Sat on an ornately carved chair, Magdalena cradles her head in one hand and throws a card folder to the floor. It's Molly Cyrus' personnel file.]

"When that...accursed witch lured me into her service, I contented myself with thoughts of my purpose. Surely my Lord would only force me out of his embrace for the noblest of reasons, ja? But now, doubt sets in. For while my repulsive masters bargain with other warriors, like this pompous fool Arcane, I am told to focus my wrath on Molly Cyrus."

[She holds her hands up to the sides.]

"Pray tell - WHY? Young fraulein Cyrus has taken to behaving less like the court jester and more a squire in training, so she is perhaps more fearsome than my memory recalls. But only to a point. And her mastery of twerking was never a threat to the previous governing body, so do they mean to imply it is now? Or - as I am growing more and more certain of - do they simply need me occupied out of the way until they find themselves in need of one able to fall on a sword for them?"

[Derisive snort.]

"Not that such a thing stopped me the first time. So. Molly. Events of late have not been going your way. You have gone to much trouble to readjust your life in pursuit of the athletic glory you crave, and thus far the results have been failure upon failure. If my understanding of your country's sports films is accurate, it is in moments like these when some wise old mentor returns from self-imposed exile to rest a hand on your shoulder and offer wistful platitudes about never surrendering and tomorrow forever being brighter than today."

[The Canoness pulls a face and shakes her head.]

"I am wise, and your senior, but...I have little interest in buoying your flagging self-confidence with lies. And they are always lies. What possible result can be so positive as to give you hope? What bauble can make your struggles worthwhile? Listen to the truth: you are an abomination of life, Molly. You were fatally flawed simply by being born. You are no more worthy of glory than any other human walking the Earth...and tragically enough, no less worthy either. All of you..."

[She grits her teeth as if tasting a bitter pill.]

"...all of us are scum, lower than the dirt we tread upon. So neither of us will get what we want, Molly. You will not have your victory...and I will never again know the face of my Lord. Farewell, fraulein, and as your inspiration would say, 'let the flood carry away all my pictures of you.'"

[Pointed cough from off-camera.]

"That's Taylor Swift, not - "

"WHO CARES?!"