With the Handicap Match concluded, fans still in awe and conversing amongst themselves over its highs.. and the lowest low.
Slowly word spread, with others noticing on their own, that Oni stood silently, solidly onstage and microphone in hand.
Turning her head, facing left and right, never in the same directed spot. Could she be lost? No, that's silly.
Oni rose her speaker stick, slow and careful, to the exposed black lips. Waiting for her excited audience to simmer their mix of boos and undeterred cheers.
"No Mercy.. Foolish father, permit young daw-ter in bout against.. full grown adult male, well trained competitor? My.."
Placing her free hand to chest in a haughty mock. Her tone spoke to be taken back in feigned appallment!
Dropping her mic holding hand, arm limply swinging at the side of Oni, as she decided to take a stroll around the stage, heading to one end.
Black lips cringing into a scowl.. Oni, once meeting a desired spot, swung her stick back up.
"Instead, traitorously pleading out requests.. Emiko Sone, must. Not. Be equal. Please, coddle, pamper, baby her.
No brutality. Break her not. Stay your hand from nefarious means. For goddaughter sake!"
In grievish dramatic exaggeration, Oni spoke words that certainly weren't uttered by Salem himself!
Then with a stuck up nose, gingerly backed away from jeers! How dare Oni imitate their favored Croft in such a way!
Scowl fading, phasing into something more relaxed, her visible expression passing along to the language of Oni's body.
Not quite making it back to where she started, Oni continued on, in story. Speaking, as if in defending herself from the fans turning on her.
"Viewing Emiko Sone merely inadequate, Champion mutually agreed. Freely patronizing, admittance 'Fair Shake' code, for Sone ears.
Ruining Emiko Sone feast for glory. Attendance pilfered from mother, of child first bout. Wit without focus, mentality could not continue."
Ending her line in a slow head shake. Oni pausing in step, carefully turning around.. to see she still stood alone. The platform was still hers.
A cruel smile curled up, one side crawling further. Sliding her face to return toward the viewers, sinisterly revealing her evil.
"Wronged and punished, Oni will take atonement owed. Oni no remember sponsor any godperson.. maybe Oni seek legal retrieval her child..
Selfish father trick Emiko. Mother Oni, miss daw-ter Kyra."
Releasing her grip, allowing the microphone to slip from fingers, letting it hit floor in a clunk.
Making her leave from stage, sending a cold shoulder to the reactive crowd, at an awful message from Oni.
Slowly word spread, with others noticing on their own, that Oni stood silently, solidly onstage and microphone in hand.
Turning her head, facing left and right, never in the same directed spot. Could she be lost? No, that's silly.
Oni rose her speaker stick, slow and careful, to the exposed black lips. Waiting for her excited audience to simmer their mix of boos and undeterred cheers.
"No Mercy.. Foolish father, permit young daw-ter in bout against.. full grown adult male, well trained competitor? My.."
Placing her free hand to chest in a haughty mock. Her tone spoke to be taken back in feigned appallment!
Dropping her mic holding hand, arm limply swinging at the side of Oni, as she decided to take a stroll around the stage, heading to one end.
Black lips cringing into a scowl.. Oni, once meeting a desired spot, swung her stick back up.
"Instead, traitorously pleading out requests.. Emiko Sone, must. Not. Be equal. Please, coddle, pamper, baby her.
No brutality. Break her not. Stay your hand from nefarious means. For goddaughter sake!"
In grievish dramatic exaggeration, Oni spoke words that certainly weren't uttered by Salem himself!
Then with a stuck up nose, gingerly backed away from jeers! How dare Oni imitate their favored Croft in such a way!
Scowl fading, phasing into something more relaxed, her visible expression passing along to the language of Oni's body.
Not quite making it back to where she started, Oni continued on, in story. Speaking, as if in defending herself from the fans turning on her.
"Viewing Emiko Sone merely inadequate, Champion mutually agreed. Freely patronizing, admittance 'Fair Shake' code, for Sone ears.
Ruining Emiko Sone feast for glory. Attendance pilfered from mother, of child first bout. Wit without focus, mentality could not continue."
Ending her line in a slow head shake. Oni pausing in step, carefully turning around.. to see she still stood alone. The platform was still hers.
A cruel smile curled up, one side crawling further. Sliding her face to return toward the viewers, sinisterly revealing her evil.
"Wronged and punished, Oni will take atonement owed. Oni no remember sponsor any godperson.. maybe Oni seek legal retrieval her child..
Selfish father trick Emiko. Mother Oni, miss daw-ter Kyra."
Releasing her grip, allowing the microphone to slip from fingers, letting it hit floor in a clunk.
Making her leave from stage, sending a cold shoulder to the reactive crowd, at an awful message from Oni.
