Post by TheConspiracy on Jul 27, 2016 14:09:51 GMT -5
Darius is sitting alone in a concert hall. The subtle squeaking of the ornate red leather chair is the only audible sound, as Darius slightly fidgets in his seat. There's a silhouette looming over his shoulder. A long breath is drawn as the silhouette prepares to speak.
"You, are good. That I will not take away from you. We, however, are here to make you better. You have an inherent viciousness about you. However, we are 16 years into the 3rd millennia. Viciousness is not as rewarded as it once was."
The silhouette circles Darius, and kneels in front of him.
"Do you know why?"
"I don't."
"Of course not. Most don't."
A screen lights up, a panorama surrounds Darius, a mixture of tableaus. The figure in front of Darius is still shrouded in darkness.
"There were countless disciplines. Some more effective than others. Some achieved our goals, and yours."
Darius scoffed.
"What do you think my goals are?"
"We know you aim to win. We aim for you to win, also."
"I fail to see how our goals differ?"
"We want you to be unmatched. We want you to achieve the fluidity that so many people take for granted in combat. Look around. Capoeira. Wushu. Duilian. Jeet Kune Do."
"I'm not learning another martial art, I've spent enough time learning."
"You are always learning, Darius. You think too much, and feel too little. You sleep too much, you act too little."
"I do as much as--"
"You talk, too much. You pay, too little attention to your surroundings. Look around you. What have we shown you. One word."
"Combat."
The screens shut off. Once again shrouding the room in darkness.
"No."
The silhouette stood. He leaned, not inches from Darius' face. His eye, barely visible in the dark room, but still piercing enough to make Darius uncomfortable.
"Art. You are a fighter. You will soon learn, to be an artist."
"You, are good. That I will not take away from you. We, however, are here to make you better. You have an inherent viciousness about you. However, we are 16 years into the 3rd millennia. Viciousness is not as rewarded as it once was."
The silhouette circles Darius, and kneels in front of him.
"Do you know why?"
"I don't."
"Of course not. Most don't."
A screen lights up, a panorama surrounds Darius, a mixture of tableaus. The figure in front of Darius is still shrouded in darkness.
"There were countless disciplines. Some more effective than others. Some achieved our goals, and yours."
Darius scoffed.
"What do you think my goals are?"
"We know you aim to win. We aim for you to win, also."
"I fail to see how our goals differ?"
"We want you to be unmatched. We want you to achieve the fluidity that so many people take for granted in combat. Look around. Capoeira. Wushu. Duilian. Jeet Kune Do."
"I'm not learning another martial art, I've spent enough time learning."
"You are always learning, Darius. You think too much, and feel too little. You sleep too much, you act too little."
"I do as much as--"
"You talk, too much. You pay, too little attention to your surroundings. Look around you. What have we shown you. One word."
"Combat."
The screens shut off. Once again shrouding the room in darkness.
"No."
The silhouette stood. He leaned, not inches from Darius' face. His eye, barely visible in the dark room, but still piercing enough to make Darius uncomfortable.
"Art. You are a fighter. You will soon learn, to be an artist."