AS 3 - Ashleigh Falkon vs Joshua the Baptist
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Viola Moonlight
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The camera is shown slowly moving pointed at the dusty ground that becomes more illuminated with every step. After the camera becomes fully bright enough to see, the camera stops to slowly point forward. The area seems to appear as a cave that is very dimly lit, relying only on wooden flamed torches & candles for light. Ricketty chipped wooden pews are seen lining both sides of a corridor that are completely empty, yet still generated barely audible noises speaking in an ancient, unidentifable language. Directly in front lies an old stone altertable robed by a blood-stained tattered cream cloth with candles covered in burned wax. A wooden book stand holding a thick scrolled parchment type booklet is placed in the centre. Darkness covers the background...
... a figure walks from the shadows wearing only but a hooded black druid gown covering all but the hands & the lower jaw enough to see the person's mouth, looking down as it walks. The figure stops at the alter ...
Unknown Figure: Exspectata ut meus cubile... meus cultor templum... divinus exsisto vobis.
The figure removes the hood over its face. It is revealed to be AshLeigh FalKon. He stares darkly & menacingly at the camera that begins to very slowly zoom towards FalKon.
AshLeigh FalKon (speaking eerily & sadistically): No need to further explain myself. We both know Baptista of the origins of the ancient Latin tongue... the language which the God's themselves wrote to be spoken inside sacred grounds. It is a damn shame that all the false idols whom were nothing more than prophets receive all the acclaim whilst those that truly deserve the holy status get brushed aside as another figment of society's imagination.
It is men like yourself Baptista that plague the relgious world full of your lies & sins, much like your "beloved" God did to the beings he created. You preach propaganda to the innocence & convert them into the guilty, putting forth blasphemous ideas that all of the other God's that indeed create this life for us aren't correct & fascist remarks on whom one can take preference to concerning other humans. You proclaim sarced bonds like marriage are of the upmost importance, yet you deny some affectinative & loving couples with more stability the right whilst allowing the right for those to break the bond into divorce due to biological & physical reasons beyond their own personal choice.
At the end of the sentence, FalKon slams his fist down hard onto the altertable surface that the flames from the candles flutter around for a few seconds whilst hanging his head in disguist
AF: EGO mos non sino a Templum praedicare illa infectus mores... non iterum!
FalKon hangs his head for a few seconds before lifting his head & throwing his arms in front of him to force the sleeves on his gown to reveal his hands & wrist. FalKon focuses his eyes towards his hands which he places in front of himself palms facing upwards close together.
AF: These hands are tailored-made by the God's... to prophecise the Divine Plan. I am the chosen one to carry out the tasks given by the Holy Trinity, the one in which you Baptista wrongly inform of the people concerning it's members.
It is at this point that the camera has stopped zooming in to show enough to feature the altertable's surface & FalKon. AshLeigh picks up the parchment booklet carefully, looking at it angerily. He reveals the book to be the Christian Bible.
AF: This... is what passes for dogma & ethical teachings? Everytime I look at this, everytime this is mentioned in my presence, everytime this pathetic excuse for a read... my blood boils to fill me with an undying rage. I cannot stand for this to appear as one of the most greatest stories ever told ANYMORE!
FalKon begins to methotically disect the book, ripping chunks out of the bible. FalKon pours candle wax all over the pages. He then grabs a candle to set the the bible alight. But stops & looks at the camera.
AF (screaming): QUA EST VESTRI SAVIOUR IAM?
FalKon throws the candle onto the pages to burn them. He throws his hands as far back as he can on his sides, looks up as far as his body allows him too & laughs sadistically. As he looks up, the fire grows & slowly reveals a message on the cave walls behind FalKon. At the fire's peak, the three numbers "115" appear with blood still dripping from the walls. As the fire dies down, FalKon lowers his head to face the camera & places his hands on the altertable to use his arms as a support.
AF: Watch yourself Baptista & how you speak. The God's will be listening & deciding your fate. I am just doing thy bidding for thy purpose. You better do the same and convert to the path of righteousness or you will have me to deal with. And believe me, I am no easy task to get done. I will make you realise that I am right & you are wrong... I will make you give into me... I will make you submit on behalf of the divine powers...
FalKon pauses to catch his breath.
AF: Unus unus quinque est appositus!
At his point, FalKon sports a sadistic grin, lowers his head, places his hood over his head. He pulls his left sleeve up enough to feature the palm side of his arm showcasing his wrist. It is shown with blood dripping down from a perfectly cut blade swipe. The camera fades to black, showing the lower half of FalKon's mouth sadistically laughing towards the camera swerling his right index finger in the pool of blood formed the cut.
This bit is non-RP. I will include Latin translations to make it easier for people to understand, which have been featured in different colours as opposed from the normal red. I thought here would be best to place it away from the RP as it would detract from it. These are rough translations:
LINE ONE (green coded): Welcome to my lair... my sacred temple... the divine emerges you.
LINE TWO (blue coded): I will not to allow a Templar to preach that unworked morium... not again!
LINE THREE (magenta coded): WHERE IS YOUR SAVIOUR NOW?
LINE FOUR (purple coded): 115 is approaching
... a figure walks from the shadows wearing only but a hooded black druid gown covering all but the hands & the lower jaw enough to see the person's mouth, looking down as it walks. The figure stops at the alter ...
Unknown Figure: Exspectata ut meus cubile... meus cultor templum... divinus exsisto vobis.
The figure removes the hood over its face. It is revealed to be AshLeigh FalKon. He stares darkly & menacingly at the camera that begins to very slowly zoom towards FalKon.
AshLeigh FalKon (speaking eerily & sadistically): No need to further explain myself. We both know Baptista of the origins of the ancient Latin tongue... the language which the God's themselves wrote to be spoken inside sacred grounds. It is a damn shame that all the false idols whom were nothing more than prophets receive all the acclaim whilst those that truly deserve the holy status get brushed aside as another figment of society's imagination.
It is men like yourself Baptista that plague the relgious world full of your lies & sins, much like your "beloved" God did to the beings he created. You preach propaganda to the innocence & convert them into the guilty, putting forth blasphemous ideas that all of the other God's that indeed create this life for us aren't correct & fascist remarks on whom one can take preference to concerning other humans. You proclaim sarced bonds like marriage are of the upmost importance, yet you deny some affectinative & loving couples with more stability the right whilst allowing the right for those to break the bond into divorce due to biological & physical reasons beyond their own personal choice.
At the end of the sentence, FalKon slams his fist down hard onto the altertable surface that the flames from the candles flutter around for a few seconds whilst hanging his head in disguist
AF: EGO mos non sino a Templum praedicare illa infectus mores... non iterum!
FalKon hangs his head for a few seconds before lifting his head & throwing his arms in front of him to force the sleeves on his gown to reveal his hands & wrist. FalKon focuses his eyes towards his hands which he places in front of himself palms facing upwards close together.
AF: These hands are tailored-made by the God's... to prophecise the Divine Plan. I am the chosen one to carry out the tasks given by the Holy Trinity, the one in which you Baptista wrongly inform of the people concerning it's members.
It is at this point that the camera has stopped zooming in to show enough to feature the altertable's surface & FalKon. AshLeigh picks up the parchment booklet carefully, looking at it angerily. He reveals the book to be the Christian Bible.
AF: This... is what passes for dogma & ethical teachings? Everytime I look at this, everytime this is mentioned in my presence, everytime this pathetic excuse for a read... my blood boils to fill me with an undying rage. I cannot stand for this to appear as one of the most greatest stories ever told ANYMORE!
FalKon begins to methotically disect the book, ripping chunks out of the bible. FalKon pours candle wax all over the pages. He then grabs a candle to set the the bible alight. But stops & looks at the camera.
AF (screaming): QUA EST VESTRI SAVIOUR IAM?
FalKon throws the candle onto the pages to burn them. He throws his hands as far back as he can on his sides, looks up as far as his body allows him too & laughs sadistically. As he looks up, the fire grows & slowly reveals a message on the cave walls behind FalKon. At the fire's peak, the three numbers "115" appear with blood still dripping from the walls. As the fire dies down, FalKon lowers his head to face the camera & places his hands on the altertable to use his arms as a support.
AF: Watch yourself Baptista & how you speak. The God's will be listening & deciding your fate. I am just doing thy bidding for thy purpose. You better do the same and convert to the path of righteousness or you will have me to deal with. And believe me, I am no easy task to get done. I will make you realise that I am right & you are wrong... I will make you give into me... I will make you submit on behalf of the divine powers...
FalKon pauses to catch his breath.
AF: Unus unus quinque est appositus!
At his point, FalKon sports a sadistic grin, lowers his head, places his hood over his head. He pulls his left sleeve up enough to feature the palm side of his arm showcasing his wrist. It is shown with blood dripping down from a perfectly cut blade swipe. The camera fades to black, showing the lower half of FalKon's mouth sadistically laughing towards the camera swerling his right index finger in the pool of blood formed the cut.
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This bit is non-RP. I will include Latin translations to make it easier for people to understand, which have been featured in different colours as opposed from the normal red. I thought here would be best to place it away from the RP as it would detract from it. These are rough translations:
LINE ONE (green coded): Welcome to my lair... my sacred temple... the divine emerges you.
LINE TWO (blue coded): I will not to allow a Templar to preach that unworked morium... not again!
LINE THREE (magenta coded): WHERE IS YOUR SAVIOUR NOW?
LINE FOUR (purple coded): 115 is approaching