Post by thewarchild on Jun 9, 2016 23:59:37 GMT -6
Opeare Shields: “Do you believe in fate, Joanna?”
Really? The fucker wants to discuss this shit after everything that's happened? Not how I'm feeling, not am I okay, but some existential bullshit? Why the hell did I pick this shmo of all the doable therapists. Here I am, finally sitting on his damn couch at… what time is it? No matter. And he wants to discuss fate? Fine, Shieldsy-boy, let's chat.
Joanna Thade: “Yes and no. Looking back on it, I can't think of a rhyme or reason why I fucked you into freeing me, but I did. I'd have been better off if I had just killed everyone in that asylum, but as FATE would have it, I chose the nonviolent approach. And as history has proven, it bit me in my pasty, luscious, white ass, you inbred Brit.”
There, now maybe he'll move on to something more pressing. I mean, for fucks sake, he had Emma before me and now he's keeping me from her for this shit? Maybe he needs a good shag. Shag? Jeez, I've been hanging around the English too much. Oh, and now he's writing down my response. Good, you little shit... record all my foul-mouthed stabs and use them later to claim my insecurit-
Opeare Shields: “I see, so while you feel you are not in control of your life, you do feel there is purpose to it. What is that purpose, Joanna?”
Are you fucking kidding me? He wants more of this? If I had my hammer I'd knock that emotionless gaze off his face and feed it to the creature in the basement. How many times are we going to have this conversation? Why does he insist on starting with existential questions? Why am I asking myself why he is doing anything?
A slight tilt and... there we go. Let that shiver run through your flesh and as I smile, yes, goosebumps. Oh, Shields, if you were a fiddle I couldn't play you any better than this.
Joanna Thade: “To sow the truth about society through any means necessary. To, somehow, lead the Horsewomen through VoW and usher in change. To be bored into an early grave by your attempts to help me. Do I really look like the girl with a plan or even foresight? I'm no fortune-teller, Shields. I'm not an oracle. I can't see what Fate and Chaos have in store for me. I just do things, Shields, and even if I DID know what was to come, I DON’T know what I would DO with that knowledge.”
He better be fucking happy with that or the twitching in my hand will stop via me slapping him. It's days removed from that embarrassing match with time counting down to redemption and Goldie thinks Shields sessions are a good idea? For all the love I have for her, her head needs more help than mine. Oh, and now he sips his damn tea and turns a page. Already enough bullshit to warrant a second? I must be really insightful... or he doesn't know shorthand.
Opeare Shields: “I am sorry if my questions bore you, Joanna, but understand that your ever changing answers map the progress you have made. When we first started you refused to answer with anything not relating to your mother, and little enough of that. Now you mock the questions but give responses more grounded in reality. Progress, no matter how small, is progress. That’s something you have been struggling to grasp recently, with you promotion, loss, and eventual rematch with the Neon Babes.”
The only progress we've made since I left that wretched place is my ability to hold back my desire to lash out. Does he really think these are grounded in reality?
Opeare Shields: “Then there are your journal entries, and not just the ones you post for your… viewing public.”
Oh, joy. Now he's actually going to show off that skill of his. Should I just punch him and hope for shock therapy? Nah, after last time he knows I enjoy it too much. Though to be fair it does tingle everywhere and… oh, is he still talking?
Opeare Shields: “You have become so consumed by the idea you think you embody that you have forgotten how to be yourself. Joanna Cyluna Thade, stop looking out the window entertaining the ideas of violence and boredom in regard to me and listen.”
You dare use my middle name? I hope you notice my brow because it'll be the last thing you see for a week. Lunge or rush? No time, just need a little distraction.
Joanna Thade: “You really want my attention, Shields? Because the last time we talked and got in my head without restraints, you couldn't walk straight for a week.”
That's it. Think about my words and threats. Don't look at my shifting weight. Put the pad down, you dumb sack of brilliance... and now table or just throttle him?
Opeare Shields: “Yes, Joanna, I do and if you intend to get physical, please do not use the furniture. Ms. Carlisle only recently approved its placement.”
He couldn't… that tone… damn him. He's already moved the china away so that if I did it'd be safe. Am I too predictable? Am I too obsessed with being War?
Joanna Thade: “...”
Opeare Shields: “Careful, Joanna... that rabbit hole is deep and alone you will only reverse what progress you have made. Stay in the now. Focus on my voice.”
Ryder saw it coming. Constance counted on the ref catching me. A donkey would know Kincaid could out endure my recklessness. Neon knew... no, they know we can't play fair. What advantage have I ever truly had?
Opeare Shields: “Don't lose yourself, Joanna. Stay here... stay with me. Think of Emma, think of the Chosen… bloody hell, think of Devi.”
I've never been more than a one-trick pony. Always the same. Nothing changes. I'm even at the very same point I was when GPW closed down, leaving Goldie and I homeless. Wait, did he just say Devi? Why bring her up? All she’s been is trouble. She wasn't content being a toy, no… she had to get involved and now she's a constant… she's constant.
Joanna Thade: “That's it. Shields, that's it, isn't it?”
Opeare Shields: “I would never presume to know your mind, Joanna. What is it? What epiphany have you had?”
He has to know. He suggested it. Or maybe he's playing a ruse to lead me. Hmm... no finger movements. Actually, why is his thumb like that?
Joanna Thade: “You're hiding something on your clipboard. Your right thumb hasn't moved the entire time, and since you're left-handed you should support the paper with a proper hold, not a half-assed, over-the-top grasp.”
Hah, he didn't think I'd notice! That's right, debate your answer all you want. Making your tongue dance around as we match wits is always fun. Maybe I need the Jeopardy music... nope, no… he's about to speak. Truth or a lie?
Opeare Shields: “Something you clearly wouldn't find interesting.”
Lie.
Joanna Thade: “Now how could you know that, Shields? I find many things interesting. Not the drama in VoW... that is a Sunday special. But something you hide from me... now that's an attention-grabber.”
Take the bait. You know you want to. When else have I been so civil? Though there’s no promise that I don't bash your face in for lying to me. Oops, he sees my grin... but there are so many reasons. No way he thinks it's because I caught him in his lie. Wait, that can't be...
Opeare Shields: “It's a letter you threw out. Well, I should say three letters... one from your birthday, Christmas and then Mother's Day.”
I should have burned those. They mean nothing. Just a pile of filthy lies to pique my interest. A stalker from when I was locked up and yet he now holds them to use against me. If only this leather would let me dig in deeper I might be able to rip the arms off and throw them at him.
Opeare Shields: “They paint an interesting picture, though I'm sure there have been more of these based on formulaic nature. And keep snarling all you want. The chair is steel-reinforced so you cannot break it into a weapon. While I know this is most certainly not your epiphany, I would like your opinion on these letters.”
He knows. He knew. How could he know? How!? Now he's got that grin I hate so much. Fine, Mr. Know-It-All, I'll give you my damn opinion and solve this problem myself. Clearly, my emotions and care for Devi make me weak. Such a bottom-feeder shouldn't have such sway over me.
Opeare Shields: “Joanna? Care to share what occupies your mind? Your expression is one I happen to be all too familiar with. What have you set your sights on?”
Oh you'll find out, Shields... you and the rest of the world. No longer will War be held back.
Opeare Shields: “Joanna... now... there is no need to get violent.”
Joanna Thade: “Calm down, Opeare. I'm not going to attack you. I'm leaving.”
Opeare Shields: “Leaving? We still have one and a half hours and we have barely started. Your match, your relationships, these are things YOU wanted to discuss.”
And we will after I take care of the wound that has festered for too long. I will cauterize it, purifying the Red Rider and unchaining my true power. But I’m not going to let you know that, dear Shields. You would try to stop me, try to pacify my vengeance, and that is exactly what needs to change.
Joanna Thade: “Can I make one phone call, Shields? It won't take long... just something crossed my mind with those letters. And I’ll be right back.”
Opeare Shields: “Well, you can make the call, Joanna. But I kindly request you do it in front of me. To better understand the relation these letters have to your mind.”
Oh, you would sip that damn tea right now. Fine, I’ll play your game and watch the light fade from yours eyes when the realization hits you. I won’t give an inch, Shields. And don’t take these sweet flutters of my lashes to think my physical lust for you has returned. Firstly, it never left... but you’re so boring. And Goldie would smite you. Sadly, you’re not useless yet.
Joanna Thade: “As you wish, Shields.”
Okay, where is Fury’s number... here we go. Now be a good boy and follow the rabbit hole you incessantly warn me about. But you can never truly know my mind, Shields, for both of our sakes. Eventually, you will come to understand that you’ve only honed the knife that will be your undoing... just like Devi.
Joanna Thade: “Hello, Talon? It’s Joanna. I was wondering if you and Sentinel could make it out here a little sooner? I need you and Strife to help me out with something for Fate of the Gods. Really? Well, thank you. Yes, I want your walking wall of muscle here, too. No, don’t worry. Strife and Death are the ones with the testosterone issues, one more so than the other. See you then.”
Scribble all you want. You’ve seen this smile before, as has the world. You know the game is over and I’ve won. You just don’t know what. I’ll sit and entertain your questions about these stalker letters, about how Goldie is my world while you and Devi are my past. I’ll give you all the details you want and make a show of anger when it suits me. But you, Shields, you’ve reminded me of my weaknesses and now… now I’ve set in motion events that will assure Goldie’s and my own ascension to our rightful place.
Opeare Shields: “How, pray tell, did these letters remind you to call Talon? Seems like an odd connection, unless you believe Talon to have something to do with their composition. But the timing and details of these letters clearly make that an improbability.”
Oh, isn’t that cute? You think you’re on to something. No, Shields I won’t tell you my plan. I’ll take my seat and we’ll play a game of wits. I’ll plan my future as you prod at my past. You, my favorite challenge, will eventually see just how ruthless I can be. I’ve just one thing to fix before showing the world.
Joanna Thade: “They remind me of my family, and since Talon is my sister-in-arms, the connection is clear. Any more and you’re just fishing for information that isn’t there, like the cretin that sent me those for years while I was in Toad Road.”
Opeare Shields: “Interesting choice of words. So judging from your tone you believe this to all be lies meant to torture you? Why do you believe someone would go to such lengths? Why would they persist after your release?”
He can ask all he wants, but I’ve checked out of this session. A few answers will appease him. Besides, the chair is comfy and I need the time to think about just how I want to send a message to Gina and Nicole, the little Barbies.
Dear Journal.
It’s been a while, I know, but so much has happened. Firstly, Ryder got the best of me, but I’ve figured out the problem and it is being taken care of. No more chains, my friend. I know, Journal, I know... you don’t like the cryptic stuff... but with Shields reading you almost daily now, I can’t afford to give you details. Just know that I no longer have to hinder my pleasures, my violent joys... my pure fun.
Anyway, Journal, on with the important things. Let’s see… thirdly? Ah, thank you Journal. Secondly, Goldie and I finally get to settle some business we started long ago. No, no... not Constance again. I nailed that coffin shut some time ago. We’re taking on the Neon Barbies in a no-disqualification match. Oh I know, Journal, I know. The toy shop is open and War has come to play. I get to let go and it couldn’t come at a more perfect time.
You see, Journal, I’ve been so obsessed with leading, with being the example, that I forgot what it meant to be myself. I turned heads and shut mouths when I faced my sisters and yet I continue to waver. I continued forward while still shackled to my past. None of my words matter when I’m swimming with concrete shoes. And that, Journal, that was my mistake. No more, not again… never again. The issue has been dealt with and now I focus on the future. And what a fun future it is.
Already the seeds have been sown, and all we had to do was be present. Chaos, my Journal, Chaos has taken hold of VoW. For you see, families splinter, friends are lost and found everyday, and come Fate of the Gods II VoW will never be the same. Sure, not everything will change. The throne will still be a sack of stagnant filth... but all good things, Journal.
I don’t want to leave you here, Journal, but I must. It’s time I wash away all this filth, all of the putrid dead weight I’ve dragged around like the dead carcass of a fallen foe. No more. I shall be cleansed and I’ll do it before my enemies’ eyes, as my sisters give me strength. What, Journal? No, I don’t hide my form. I’ve embraced that and don’t mind flaunting it. But this isn’t about seduction or shock value. This Journal is my true rebirth as War. Get your camera ready, Journal, a picture will last longer.
Really? The fucker wants to discuss this shit after everything that's happened? Not how I'm feeling, not am I okay, but some existential bullshit? Why the hell did I pick this shmo of all the doable therapists. Here I am, finally sitting on his damn couch at… what time is it? No matter. And he wants to discuss fate? Fine, Shieldsy-boy, let's chat.
Joanna Thade: “Yes and no. Looking back on it, I can't think of a rhyme or reason why I fucked you into freeing me, but I did. I'd have been better off if I had just killed everyone in that asylum, but as FATE would have it, I chose the nonviolent approach. And as history has proven, it bit me in my pasty, luscious, white ass, you inbred Brit.”
There, now maybe he'll move on to something more pressing. I mean, for fucks sake, he had Emma before me and now he's keeping me from her for this shit? Maybe he needs a good shag. Shag? Jeez, I've been hanging around the English too much. Oh, and now he's writing down my response. Good, you little shit... record all my foul-mouthed stabs and use them later to claim my insecurit-
Opeare Shields: “I see, so while you feel you are not in control of your life, you do feel there is purpose to it. What is that purpose, Joanna?”
Are you fucking kidding me? He wants more of this? If I had my hammer I'd knock that emotionless gaze off his face and feed it to the creature in the basement. How many times are we going to have this conversation? Why does he insist on starting with existential questions? Why am I asking myself why he is doing anything?
A slight tilt and... there we go. Let that shiver run through your flesh and as I smile, yes, goosebumps. Oh, Shields, if you were a fiddle I couldn't play you any better than this.
Joanna Thade: “To sow the truth about society through any means necessary. To, somehow, lead the Horsewomen through VoW and usher in change. To be bored into an early grave by your attempts to help me. Do I really look like the girl with a plan or even foresight? I'm no fortune-teller, Shields. I'm not an oracle. I can't see what Fate and Chaos have in store for me. I just do things, Shields, and even if I DID know what was to come, I DON’T know what I would DO with that knowledge.”
He better be fucking happy with that or the twitching in my hand will stop via me slapping him. It's days removed from that embarrassing match with time counting down to redemption and Goldie thinks Shields sessions are a good idea? For all the love I have for her, her head needs more help than mine. Oh, and now he sips his damn tea and turns a page. Already enough bullshit to warrant a second? I must be really insightful... or he doesn't know shorthand.
Opeare Shields: “I am sorry if my questions bore you, Joanna, but understand that your ever changing answers map the progress you have made. When we first started you refused to answer with anything not relating to your mother, and little enough of that. Now you mock the questions but give responses more grounded in reality. Progress, no matter how small, is progress. That’s something you have been struggling to grasp recently, with you promotion, loss, and eventual rematch with the Neon Babes.”
The only progress we've made since I left that wretched place is my ability to hold back my desire to lash out. Does he really think these are grounded in reality?
Opeare Shields: “Then there are your journal entries, and not just the ones you post for your… viewing public.”
Oh, joy. Now he's actually going to show off that skill of his. Should I just punch him and hope for shock therapy? Nah, after last time he knows I enjoy it too much. Though to be fair it does tingle everywhere and… oh, is he still talking?
Opeare Shields: “You have become so consumed by the idea you think you embody that you have forgotten how to be yourself. Joanna Cyluna Thade, stop looking out the window entertaining the ideas of violence and boredom in regard to me and listen.”
You dare use my middle name? I hope you notice my brow because it'll be the last thing you see for a week. Lunge or rush? No time, just need a little distraction.
Joanna Thade: “You really want my attention, Shields? Because the last time we talked and got in my head without restraints, you couldn't walk straight for a week.”
That's it. Think about my words and threats. Don't look at my shifting weight. Put the pad down, you dumb sack of brilliance... and now table or just throttle him?
Opeare Shields: “Yes, Joanna, I do and if you intend to get physical, please do not use the furniture. Ms. Carlisle only recently approved its placement.”
He couldn't… that tone… damn him. He's already moved the china away so that if I did it'd be safe. Am I too predictable? Am I too obsessed with being War?
Joanna Thade: “...”
Opeare Shields: “Careful, Joanna... that rabbit hole is deep and alone you will only reverse what progress you have made. Stay in the now. Focus on my voice.”
Ryder saw it coming. Constance counted on the ref catching me. A donkey would know Kincaid could out endure my recklessness. Neon knew... no, they know we can't play fair. What advantage have I ever truly had?
Opeare Shields: “Don't lose yourself, Joanna. Stay here... stay with me. Think of Emma, think of the Chosen… bloody hell, think of Devi.”
I've never been more than a one-trick pony. Always the same. Nothing changes. I'm even at the very same point I was when GPW closed down, leaving Goldie and I homeless. Wait, did he just say Devi? Why bring her up? All she’s been is trouble. She wasn't content being a toy, no… she had to get involved and now she's a constant… she's constant.
Joanna Thade: “That's it. Shields, that's it, isn't it?”
Opeare Shields: “I would never presume to know your mind, Joanna. What is it? What epiphany have you had?”
He has to know. He suggested it. Or maybe he's playing a ruse to lead me. Hmm... no finger movements. Actually, why is his thumb like that?
Joanna Thade: “You're hiding something on your clipboard. Your right thumb hasn't moved the entire time, and since you're left-handed you should support the paper with a proper hold, not a half-assed, over-the-top grasp.”
Hah, he didn't think I'd notice! That's right, debate your answer all you want. Making your tongue dance around as we match wits is always fun. Maybe I need the Jeopardy music... nope, no… he's about to speak. Truth or a lie?
Opeare Shields: “Something you clearly wouldn't find interesting.”
Lie.
Joanna Thade: “Now how could you know that, Shields? I find many things interesting. Not the drama in VoW... that is a Sunday special. But something you hide from me... now that's an attention-grabber.”
Take the bait. You know you want to. When else have I been so civil? Though there’s no promise that I don't bash your face in for lying to me. Oops, he sees my grin... but there are so many reasons. No way he thinks it's because I caught him in his lie. Wait, that can't be...
Opeare Shields: “It's a letter you threw out. Well, I should say three letters... one from your birthday, Christmas and then Mother's Day.”
I should have burned those. They mean nothing. Just a pile of filthy lies to pique my interest. A stalker from when I was locked up and yet he now holds them to use against me. If only this leather would let me dig in deeper I might be able to rip the arms off and throw them at him.
Opeare Shields: “They paint an interesting picture, though I'm sure there have been more of these based on formulaic nature. And keep snarling all you want. The chair is steel-reinforced so you cannot break it into a weapon. While I know this is most certainly not your epiphany, I would like your opinion on these letters.”
He knows. He knew. How could he know? How!? Now he's got that grin I hate so much. Fine, Mr. Know-It-All, I'll give you my damn opinion and solve this problem myself. Clearly, my emotions and care for Devi make me weak. Such a bottom-feeder shouldn't have such sway over me.
Opeare Shields: “Joanna? Care to share what occupies your mind? Your expression is one I happen to be all too familiar with. What have you set your sights on?”
Oh you'll find out, Shields... you and the rest of the world. No longer will War be held back.
Opeare Shields: “Joanna... now... there is no need to get violent.”
Joanna Thade: “Calm down, Opeare. I'm not going to attack you. I'm leaving.”
Opeare Shields: “Leaving? We still have one and a half hours and we have barely started. Your match, your relationships, these are things YOU wanted to discuss.”
And we will after I take care of the wound that has festered for too long. I will cauterize it, purifying the Red Rider and unchaining my true power. But I’m not going to let you know that, dear Shields. You would try to stop me, try to pacify my vengeance, and that is exactly what needs to change.
Joanna Thade: “Can I make one phone call, Shields? It won't take long... just something crossed my mind with those letters. And I’ll be right back.”
Opeare Shields: “Well, you can make the call, Joanna. But I kindly request you do it in front of me. To better understand the relation these letters have to your mind.”
Oh, you would sip that damn tea right now. Fine, I’ll play your game and watch the light fade from yours eyes when the realization hits you. I won’t give an inch, Shields. And don’t take these sweet flutters of my lashes to think my physical lust for you has returned. Firstly, it never left... but you’re so boring. And Goldie would smite you. Sadly, you’re not useless yet.
Joanna Thade: “As you wish, Shields.”
Okay, where is Fury’s number... here we go. Now be a good boy and follow the rabbit hole you incessantly warn me about. But you can never truly know my mind, Shields, for both of our sakes. Eventually, you will come to understand that you’ve only honed the knife that will be your undoing... just like Devi.
Joanna Thade: “Hello, Talon? It’s Joanna. I was wondering if you and Sentinel could make it out here a little sooner? I need you and Strife to help me out with something for Fate of the Gods. Really? Well, thank you. Yes, I want your walking wall of muscle here, too. No, don’t worry. Strife and Death are the ones with the testosterone issues, one more so than the other. See you then.”
Scribble all you want. You’ve seen this smile before, as has the world. You know the game is over and I’ve won. You just don’t know what. I’ll sit and entertain your questions about these stalker letters, about how Goldie is my world while you and Devi are my past. I’ll give you all the details you want and make a show of anger when it suits me. But you, Shields, you’ve reminded me of my weaknesses and now… now I’ve set in motion events that will assure Goldie’s and my own ascension to our rightful place.
Opeare Shields: “How, pray tell, did these letters remind you to call Talon? Seems like an odd connection, unless you believe Talon to have something to do with their composition. But the timing and details of these letters clearly make that an improbability.”
Oh, isn’t that cute? You think you’re on to something. No, Shields I won’t tell you my plan. I’ll take my seat and we’ll play a game of wits. I’ll plan my future as you prod at my past. You, my favorite challenge, will eventually see just how ruthless I can be. I’ve just one thing to fix before showing the world.
Joanna Thade: “They remind me of my family, and since Talon is my sister-in-arms, the connection is clear. Any more and you’re just fishing for information that isn’t there, like the cretin that sent me those for years while I was in Toad Road.”
Opeare Shields: “Interesting choice of words. So judging from your tone you believe this to all be lies meant to torture you? Why do you believe someone would go to such lengths? Why would they persist after your release?”
He can ask all he wants, but I’ve checked out of this session. A few answers will appease him. Besides, the chair is comfy and I need the time to think about just how I want to send a message to Gina and Nicole, the little Barbies.
Dear Journal.
It’s been a while, I know, but so much has happened. Firstly, Ryder got the best of me, but I’ve figured out the problem and it is being taken care of. No more chains, my friend. I know, Journal, I know... you don’t like the cryptic stuff... but with Shields reading you almost daily now, I can’t afford to give you details. Just know that I no longer have to hinder my pleasures, my violent joys... my pure fun.
Anyway, Journal, on with the important things. Let’s see… thirdly? Ah, thank you Journal. Secondly, Goldie and I finally get to settle some business we started long ago. No, no... not Constance again. I nailed that coffin shut some time ago. We’re taking on the Neon Barbies in a no-disqualification match. Oh I know, Journal, I know. The toy shop is open and War has come to play. I get to let go and it couldn’t come at a more perfect time.
You see, Journal, I’ve been so obsessed with leading, with being the example, that I forgot what it meant to be myself. I turned heads and shut mouths when I faced my sisters and yet I continue to waver. I continued forward while still shackled to my past. None of my words matter when I’m swimming with concrete shoes. And that, Journal, that was my mistake. No more, not again… never again. The issue has been dealt with and now I focus on the future. And what a fun future it is.
Already the seeds have been sown, and all we had to do was be present. Chaos, my Journal, Chaos has taken hold of VoW. For you see, families splinter, friends are lost and found everyday, and come Fate of the Gods II VoW will never be the same. Sure, not everything will change. The throne will still be a sack of stagnant filth... but all good things, Journal.
I don’t want to leave you here, Journal, but I must. It’s time I wash away all this filth, all of the putrid dead weight I’ve dragged around like the dead carcass of a fallen foe. No more. I shall be cleansed and I’ll do it before my enemies’ eyes, as my sisters give me strength. What, Journal? No, I don’t hide my form. I’ve embraced that and don’t mind flaunting it. But this isn’t about seduction or shock value. This Journal is my true rebirth as War. Get your camera ready, Journal, a picture will last longer.
“Lady Joanna, it’s time.” The voice of the Chosen’s resident media wizard, Luca, fills the speakers as the feed comes online. Unlike Emma’s message, the compound is nowhere in sight of the view we’re presented. The sun is just peaking over the horizon and the woods have a stillness about them. The thickness of the trees is a testament to how far the group has traveled. The group being three figures in solid white robes, save for the bit of brush that stains the bottom from the journey to this specific spot.
With the sway of the figures before us, we can see the shimmer of water. It’s stillness is deafening as the center figure shakes it’s head to the unseen camera-woman. “No, my child, it isn’t. The time is Fate of the Gods and no one is ready for it.” The firm, yet unsettling words are barely above a whisper, but still manage to earn a shiver from Luca. As the feed shakes it is unclear as to the two flanking figures’ reactions as they halt their progress at the edge of the water.
A small nod is all that is needed for her guards to toss back their hoods and revealing the daunting sight of Katalina Star and Talon. Both serving as guard and witness to the event about to unfold at the behest of their sister and leader of the horsewoman, War, who takes a deep breath before stepping into the still water and sending ripples across it’s surface.
“Once again I must admit my faults, to my sisters, to all that shall bear witness live tonight, throughout the coming weeks, and those that shall see first-hand what horrors Death and War shall once again unleash together.” Joanna speaks without any acknowledgement to the camera but instead seems to be busy with something hidden from our view. “Fore you see, my battle with my sisters allowed me to refocus, rebuild, and prove my worth as a Horsewoman. Unfortunately, I over-corrected. I become consumed by the position given to me, much like you two Neon Harpies. Oh yes, did you think I had overlooked you both when I slung mud at VoW’s king and his pathetic excuse of an opponent?”
Joanna shakes her head in a slow mockery at the idea of her forgetting anything. Twisting her neck to the side, the leader of the Horsewomen heaves her shoulders before the white robe falls to the ground. Where Katalina and Talon had flawless skin, and what could be seen of them was pristine, Joanna was covered head to toe in blood. The source might be some of the still open wounds on her back, but due to it’s dire look, it’s seems as if she took Emma’s idea of warpaint to another level. A small gasp escapes Luca from behind the camera as both Fury and Strife blink a few times to adjust to the scene.
Joanna on the other hand seems unfazed as she takes another step into the water and extends her hands inviting all that are watching to look upon her. “No, Gina and Nicole, I’ve never overlooked an opponent since coming to VoW. You can claim a technical victory over Death and I, but we weren’t the ones that ate steel and needed assistance out of the arena that night, were we? And this time the ref can’t save you. But the past is just that, and as I wash away my bloody past I shall wash away my disdain for your pathetic tenure as the Twin City Champions.”
Slowly turning to face the camera, Joanna unleashes the full extent of her… damage. While her back had fresh cuts, her front is covered in scars and cuts. “This morning I stand before you covered in my sins. Old and new, I need to cleanse myself of this chains that tether me to the past. Gina, your heart can barely stand the drama in the locker room. Such an act would have you unfit to compete and on so many antidepressants you’d be able to run your own pharmacy. Nicole, you are so consumed with your agenda, your idea of your path, that a look in the mirror wouldn’t be enough for your to see just how much filth you drag behind you. To call yourself a champion is to call a whore Woman of the Year. While Gina has a chance at finding the truth and waking up from her nightmare, you? Oh, you are so far gone I’m not sure English himself could make a nastier shit stain than the one you are on society.” A smile plays at the edge of her lips, her words containing the crude, tainted perception we’ve come to expect from the Horsewomen. Sharing her enjoyment Talon fights a smile of her own. Joanna looks up at the raising sun. Soaking in the warmth, before, with a wink, she throws herself back into the water.
Moments pass, the water clashes with itself until settling. Fury and Strife turn an exchange looks of understanding. Joanna had, apparently, been clear in whatever directions she had given her sisters who stand, unmoving, as the water calms. Slowly a dome appears and water cascades over the blue hair of the deranged woman. Her pale skin providing a stark contrast to the crimson mask she had before. Talon walks over to where Joanna had entered the water before tossing War her robe.
Snatching the cloth out of the air, Joanna pulls on the white garment as she ascends from the water, cleansed of more than just the dried blood. A small flash catches the camera when Joanna’s hands tie the robe into place, the source a small ring on her left hand. “Ah, what a refreshing custom. Now, where was I? Ah yes.” With her crooked smile in full effect, Joanna taps her temple before glaring at the camera’s center.
“I was about to explain to the world why it was necessary for me to not only apologize, but to mentally and physically cleanse myself of my transgressions. For all her schemes, lies and fabricated evidence, I have to admit Winter Pine was right when she said I was a predictable, hypocritical, deranged bitch. I was, for we are all human and none of us are perfect. I let the title of Head Horsewomen consume me without unshackling myself from the tethers I put in place. No more, for the past is the past, and Chaos has proven that the more I fixate on trying to control my life, the more it will take from me. I sought control in my last match with Ryder Blade, and we all saw how that turned out. I sought to hold onto a remnant of my past that caused more pain that should be forgivable, and this made me weak. I was more concerned with proving I could stand in the shoes I stepped into that I forgot to make sure I stood on solid ground.”
Planting both feet on dry land Joanna makes a point of digging her feet into the dirt before lowering herself into a half crouch. Extending her right hand Joanna fans the blades of grass before clawing the earth and collecting a small bit in her hand.
“What does any of this have to do with Fate of the Gods? Why waste your time exposing myself and spouting... seven minutes of cryptic babble? Because I’ve never hidden anything from any of you. I’m an open book that speaks the truth I see and in our match for the thrones of unity amongst the VoW locker room, we shall see the truth of two unions. Death and War ride together, and have danced for ages. Gina and Nicole have grown in their time together but they are still individuals. They still fear, they still think... they still act as two people trying their best to work together. However when the pain becomes deafening and the blood starts pouring, will they still be on the same page? Or will they merely be acting out of the need to survive?”
Licking her lips Joanna shifts the earth between her fingers and watches the grains fall. The Red Rider closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before continuing her explanation of the coming battle.
“I can see it unfolding only two very different ways. Either Nicole and Gina do their best to keep Emma and I between the ropes and away from the toy store that awaits under the ring apron, or they try to meet us on our field, chair for chair, table for table. Unfortunately for the Neon Necropolis that is their fan base, when you fight fire with fire you will get burned... or in this case, bleed. Fate of the Gods isn’t about who can outwrestle who. Our track record proves that we don’t care about such petty things. The Horsewomen are about changing the status quo to one that isn’t about stagnation and cashing checks. We are tired of society mass-producing grunts that can’t think for themselves. Look at Katalina and her line of work, criticized and vilified yet persevering. Then look at Talon and Sentinel, turning aside cliches with every breath. Gaze upon Emma, the CEO of a global company to whom so many owe their lives. And then, feast your eyes upon me, Joanna Thade. None of us are exactly the homecoming queen, the valedictorian, the star quarterback or the carefully-manufactured product society wants everyone to embrace as the norm. What we are, beyond all else, is the truth. True to ourselves, our convictions and one another.
Now consider Gina, a woman lost in a decade long past and still needing a big sister in Nicole to get through the day, a child parading around with a woman’s belt, never having to prove her worth as others, us included, step over her on our paths through life. Then you have Nicole, beauty, grace, daddy issues and a willingness to spread her legs to get closer to gold. To be fair, I don’t know the details of her and Ryder’s relationship but considering even his guards can’t stand him, I doubt it was his winning personality that perk her interest. Two examples of what is expected, codependence, low self esteem, and the need to be famous regardless of the means. Products, built to be relatable, only somewhat inspiring, and desperate to hold onto anything they achieve. I already proved, twice now, that I CORRECT my mistakes. First against Constance, then against Emma, with the help of our sisters. None has stood before me twice and been able to claim a repeat performance.”
Raising to her feet Joanna peers through the camera and into the souls of those watching. Behind her, Talon and Katalina reach into their robes before presenting Joanna with the tools of her trade. Katalina hands Joanna her Warhammer, freshly polished, with a new shaft that brought Hephty to almost Joanna’s height. Talon sets a pair of steel and leather boots emblazoned with skulls and spikes, at Joanna’s feet. Accepting both gifts with a nod, Joanna grips the hammer like a mother holding her child and steps into her battle shoes.
“Tell me Neon Babes, do you believe in fate? Was it fate that allowed you to incur our wrath so that you could battle the crumbling Requiem as Death and I searched for our sisters? Has fate been the agent keeping you from defending those trinkets you were handed only so they could find their way into the hands of those they rightfully belong to? Think about it Gina, Nicole… we lost because Emma thought Gina needed some sense knocked into her via steel chair, and this time not only will it not cost us the match, but what’s to stop us from using my Hephty and Emma’s Nail to further drive home the point? Nothing. I’ve cast off my doubts, my past, and my sins not to start over and seek penance. No, no, my dears... I did it so that when we clash at Fate of the Gods, I don’t have to worry about whose blood I’m wearing and where it came from.
It’s time we Horsewomen turned our focus to our strengths, and stop acting as if time is not an issue. VoW is crumbling underneath the filth and decay that stagnation breed. You two are merely the first casualties, but do not fret my Neon Barbies. Chaos accepts all that embrace it. Look into your hearts and see the truth that I speak. Now, nothing will change what has to happen at Fate of the Gods; we have to clash, we have to bleed and to the survivors go the spoils. But afterward, remember while you’re lost in the dark abyss that is your depression and societal conditioning of self-hate, if you can... sometimes darkness can show you the light.”
Extending her arms out, in her right Hephty, in her left an open palm, Joanna looks towards the rising sun and lets its reflection twinkle in her eyes.
“I await your last stand in St. Paul, Minnesota. I’ll be the one with the Hammer, Goldie will have the sword, and all together we’ll prove that the bond between two tag partners is truly tested in blood. Goldie calls me her Bloody Queen but, well, Nicole... I’m sure you’ll be referring to me as your Bloody Nightmare after this. And Gina, I’ve gone ahead and asked Strife to make you a collar. Thought it’d be fitting considering you’re merely Nicole’s bitch in this whole thing. Can’t wait to see you ladies there. After all... Fate of the Gods is where you prove that even gods bleed.”
The feed fades to black as Joanna lets out a skin-crawling shriek of sadistic joy.
