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entranceway2014-09-22 12:57 am
pig_and_pepper) wrote in entranceway2014-09-22 12:57 am
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+ The Moral Failure of Both Sides +
[ At last the Duchess appears on the network in real-time, her whole entire self, clearly and visibly draped across a chair in one of the tea rooms. Her posture betrays her exhaustion and despair, its source hanging loosely from her hips: The Vorpal Sword, kept safely in its sheath by her side.
Her voice quivers with the strain of her failed endeavour, but when she speaks she does not seem to address, or even acknowledge, her audience. ]
Do you see how they reward my kindness, did you hear it? Ghastly they are, and oh! my most thoughtful advice, my most important lessons, wasted! Wasted, like pearls before sw--
[ She clasps her hand over her mouth and goes wide-eyed. The piglet at her feet looks up from its feast of biscuit crumbs, and pricks up its ears in what must no doubt be a great gesture of reproach. ]
I'm sorry, oh, I'm ever so sorry, my poor darling, I didn't mean it! But do you see now? They do not deserve the Sword, and I surely do not deserve the pains of their constant demands! They'll keep asking for it, won't they? They'll keep looking! What do we do, my dear darling, what do we do?
[ The piglet stirs again, this time giving the Duchess' belt a brusque nudge, and letting out a low grunt, followed by two squeals. A sentiment which, to be sure, speaks volumes! ]
...Why. Why yes, we could! No, oh no, I dare say we must, I dare say 'tis the one singular thing anyone ought to do! Of course, yes, of course...
[ Seized by a much livelier spirit the Duchess jumps to her feet, and pulls the blade from her belt. Hastily she scribbles a note onto a piece of paper, and when she is done she kneels, and fastens paper and blade both to the back of her piglet. Once bound tight and secure she shoots the Vorpal Sword one last distasteful look, and gifts her little pig one more encouraging smile. ]
Now, you shan't take the quick way today: Find the Rabbit Hole instead, my dear, as fast as you can, take it all through there, and come back to me at once! At once, do you hear?
[ If the piglet's grunt is anything other than a swift affirmation, then its meaning will remain obscured forever, for the little thing has already disappeared through the door, and out of sight.
When it is gone the Duchess breathes a sigh of relief, and sinks back down into her chair. Only then does she finally look up, into the unseen eyes of her viewers. ]
I daresay the time for guesses is finally over.
[ The feed cuts then and there, and whatever responses it may garner will not be met with any acknowledgement from the Duchess' side. ]
Her voice quivers with the strain of her failed endeavour, but when she speaks she does not seem to address, or even acknowledge, her audience. ]
Do you see how they reward my kindness, did you hear it? Ghastly they are, and oh! my most thoughtful advice, my most important lessons, wasted! Wasted, like pearls before sw--
[ She clasps her hand over her mouth and goes wide-eyed. The piglet at her feet looks up from its feast of biscuit crumbs, and pricks up its ears in what must no doubt be a great gesture of reproach. ]
I'm sorry, oh, I'm ever so sorry, my poor darling, I didn't mean it! But do you see now? They do not deserve the Sword, and I surely do not deserve the pains of their constant demands! They'll keep asking for it, won't they? They'll keep looking! What do we do, my dear darling, what do we do?
[ The piglet stirs again, this time giving the Duchess' belt a brusque nudge, and letting out a low grunt, followed by two squeals. A sentiment which, to be sure, speaks volumes! ]
...Why. Why yes, we could! No, oh no, I dare say we must, I dare say 'tis the one singular thing anyone ought to do! Of course, yes, of course...
[ Seized by a much livelier spirit the Duchess jumps to her feet, and pulls the blade from her belt. Hastily she scribbles a note onto a piece of paper, and when she is done she kneels, and fastens paper and blade both to the back of her piglet. Once bound tight and secure she shoots the Vorpal Sword one last distasteful look, and gifts her little pig one more encouraging smile. ]
Now, you shan't take the quick way today: Find the Rabbit Hole instead, my dear, as fast as you can, take it all through there, and come back to me at once! At once, do you hear?
[ If the piglet's grunt is anything other than a swift affirmation, then its meaning will remain obscured forever, for the little thing has already disappeared through the door, and out of sight.
When it is gone the Duchess breathes a sigh of relief, and sinks back down into her chair. Only then does she finally look up, into the unseen eyes of her viewers. ]
I daresay the time for guesses is finally over.
[ The feed cuts then and there, and whatever responses it may garner will not be met with any acknowledgement from the Duchess' side. ]