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shakespearealien) wrote2012-06-26 07:22 am
shakespearealien) wrote2012-06-26 07:22 am
XI. [Video + Action for Goldenrod City.]
[All that Gorthan's feed shows today is this.
Fizzling blue noise and the Rotom that was formerly GLaDOS'. The voice coming from the Gear, however, is unmistakably Gorthan's. Dark, deep, pensive... and with the slightest hint of irritation.]
The songbird has flown back into her cage. A completely foreseeable outcome.
I understand that you miss her, and trust me, I feel the same way. I also understand that getting you to like me as much as you liked her will be no easy feat. But how are we supposed to get to know each other if you won't get out of there?
[The Rotom doesn't seem to be paying any attention whatsoever. It's just floating around the screen, smiling mischievously and making the blue noise fizzle some more.]
... You are broadcasting this, aren't you.
[Rotom's mischievous grin remains unchanged as it nods.
Guess whose PokéGear just got possessed by an electric ghost.
As for Gorthan himself, he's in his room at the Rocket HQ in Goldenrod, staring at the Pokémon currently in his device and wondering if the best way to successfully get it to come out is to just ignore it for a while.]
Fizzling blue noise and the Rotom that was formerly GLaDOS'. The voice coming from the Gear, however, is unmistakably Gorthan's. Dark, deep, pensive... and with the slightest hint of irritation.]
The songbird has flown back into her cage. A completely foreseeable outcome.
I understand that you miss her, and trust me, I feel the same way. I also understand that getting you to like me as much as you liked her will be no easy feat. But how are we supposed to get to know each other if you won't get out of there?
[The Rotom doesn't seem to be paying any attention whatsoever. It's just floating around the screen, smiling mischievously and making the blue noise fizzle some more.]
... You are broadcasting this, aren't you.
[Rotom's mischievous grin remains unchanged as it nods.
Guess whose PokéGear just got possessed by an electric ghost.
As for Gorthan himself, he's in his room at the Rocket HQ in Goldenrod, staring at the Pokémon currently in his device and wondering if the best way to successfully get it to come out is to just ignore it for a while.]
[audio]
[audio]
So you already loathe yourself that much, lamb...
It is quite alright. I detest myself similarly.
[audio]
Perhaps, in some other time and place, we could have found a path to salvation before we took upon ourselves that final step unto the abyss. But...no. We are but villains, star-crossed monsters on the path to ruin. Let us not lament this, Gorthan, for it is hardly a thing to dwell upon.
No, no. I say, let us rejoice! This new world is our own stage! Let us strike back at the world that regulated us to such pitiful and small roles as villains, thrown away as mere dolls. Let us ascribe unto ourselves a role befitting men of our cloth, our grandeur! Let us take center-stage, Gorthan, to the sight of a world in flames. Let us be as that fabled Emperor Nero, we shall fiddle as all burns around us!
[audio]
In such a world in flames, what do you propose we do about the mirrors? Surely, madness is a safe refuge from inner conflict, but, as the Bard of Avon teaches us in his works, it's too safe a refuge. Sooner or later, those conflicts will come back to haunt us, with no option to further postpone their resolution.
What a destroyer burns to the ground can be rebuilt... what is destroyed forever is his soul. And it is possible that neither of us will ever know true happiness, Agnus.