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001: [Video] Duel One - Greetings! 6pm

[A video blips on as he fiddles with his device, at long last making a steady connection to the netvice community. A silvery-haired fop is now on your network—Ready to do a little chit-chatting, Siren's Port?]

Oooo. This is just like out of one of those Sci-Fi shows, you know. How exciting. Can you all hear me? Well hello, hello there! ~☆

[Waves all friendly-like with a glass of wine in one hand, smiling winsomely.]

Good evening, good evening my dear friends. I do hope all of you are having a stellar evening, indeed. I'm…What is it they say? Newly Arrived? Oh, it's really all very strange. Very confusing. Why, I've been absolutely terrified!~

Also, I confess, a little exhausted.

[Fans himself briskly with one hand and sits up from what appears to be a posh-looking couch that most certainly wasn't in the Starter Apartments, letting forth a dramatic sigh.]

Well, since it appears we're going to be stuck here for a while why don't you let me tell you a little about myself so we might get to know each other better, hm?

My name is Pegasus J. Crawford, inventor of a wonderful card game called Duel Monsters, chairman and CEO of Industrial Illusions, and I come from America. California, to be specific. Ha, ha.~ It's a wonderful place, really.

[Giggles at that, as if telling the most amusing joke.]

Pleasure to make your acquaintance. ♡

But now that you know who I am, it's only fair that I should like to get to know all of you. So, boy do I have a little question for you, Siren's Port:

Do any of you like to play games? I invented one, you know. Maybe you could help lil' old me pass the time? A winner-take-all duel, you might say. The loser takes me out to dinner. Or, if you're so inclined, maybe show me around. I could really use a tour. How about it, hm?

[ooc: Action tags are welcome. He'll come skipping right out to meet and greet almost anyone if they're friendly enough. Don't expect him to walk too far though unless you call him a cab.

EDIT: Check/fill out this awesome PERMISSIONS POST here!]

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[SLOW DOWN, CRAZY. SLOW DOWN.

Monarch just peeers at the screen, lifting a long eyebrow] Are you talking about the cards thing? 'Cause I'm so not playing Candyland or whatever your game is with you, kay? I'm a little too involved in costumed business.

[he flourishes his hand, and his wings pop open dramatically.] I am The Monarch! You'll be hearing my name far more often soon enough, I assure you.

I'm afraid I may have gotten ahead of myself. I simply detest rude people, you see. But, no, I was not speaking of that game, Sir Monarch.

I meant more to entertain your craze for banter. You have such a love of it, don't you? I can already tell your hatred for others is quite a factor in deciding on how to amuse yourself with petty torments, after all.

[Don't mind him. He's just subtly distracting you in order to skim through your mind and extract a few minor details in case he should ever need them for ammunition.]

Is that so? Will I now? In that case, you should take care to remember that not everything is always as it seems.

[A mocking smile.]

Ooo. I've been looking to add to my butterfly collection for some time now. You'll find letting yourself be ensnared in a spider's web will not bode well for you. So be a good boy now.

Ha! as if The Monarch could ever be caught in someone's web! It is he who weaves the sticky threads of fate around his enemies and delivers the killing sting!

[guess who... doesn't actually know much about butterfly physiology. But whatever, he's loving the antagonism.]

You've got no chance! I've been playing the villainy game before you ever learned the rules to Go Fish. I'm a veteran!

Besides... You don't even have a costume.

I wouldn't be too sure of that...In fact, I'm rather certain you're confused.

[There's a muted silence on his end for a dread moment and the room in which the Monarch currently occupies goes dim, the light quite suddenly extinguished as if it was nothing more than a candle.

Then it gets quiet. Too quiet.

He'll laugh quietly at first, his voice echoing as though through a void. Time around them stopped. Welcome to the Realm of Shadows, Sir Monarch.

What he might not realize...In reality he's projecting a very vivid hallucination into your mind.]

Eventually even the most deadly insects get trapped in a web they can't escape from. That is nature, such as it is. She can be cruel.

[His eye flashes from behind his hair, the Monarch quite suddenly restrained by the wrists and ankles by thick strands of sticky webbing that cannot be pulled away from so easily no matter how hard he might struggle.]

The question is, Sir Monarch: Are you willing to cooperate?

Edited 2012-05-31 03:22 (UTC)

The only thing I'm confused about is how you function on a daily - [wait what, where the hell did the lights - ?

OH WHAT THE HELL, WHY IS HE TIED UP?! Cue a wriggling freak-out!] What the fu - ? Are you doing this?! How did you - ! YOU ASSHOLE, let me go! I so don't have time for your amateur bondage session, jackass! What the fuck is this?!

Ooo.

[Watching carefully, looking quite...amused. Calm, even.]

Careful, or you might alert it...Oh. Too late.

[A hideously large spider descends, responding to that lovely jiggling of yours—its beady eyes and black body hulking close as it hisses and its legs stretch out to reach for the helpless human butterfly..Instead of an hour glass on its abdomen it has the symbol of his Millennium eye ]

You should know better than to cross me, Sir Monarch. I am not someone to be trifled with. Now, are you going to be a good boy and stop your petty games? Or do I have to teach you a lesson? Haven't you ever heard of what happens to butterflies who get trapped in a black widow's web?

[oh just look at those eyebrows curl down in fear. That is one freaking huge, realistic illusion, and Monarch's pretty sure he's about to be sucked down into some spider's gullet. ...Or abdomen. Or whatever giant spiders have.]

Okay, okay! I'm listening! What do you want?! [still squirming, if he can just aim one of his wrists at the webbing...]

Respect. Acknowledge that you were wrong. And...Never harass me in such a manner ever again.

[He doesn't play by the rules when it comes to being ridiculed or laughed at. This...fool angered him.]

If you continue, you will pay for your mistake and be punished. Let me assure you of that.

[He'll find he can move about, but even if he managed to cut himself free would it make much of a difference? The spider's reflexes were a hundred times faster than a man's. And as far as he knew he could have easily been a hair's breadth from death. Those mandibles and poison-dripping fangs were looking mighty frightening, weren't they?]

I wouldn't advise trying anything stupid. You've already proved yourself slow of wit, Sir Monarch. Now, do as I say and you will not be hurt.

[okay, that's it, this froofy jackass just moved himself to the top of Monarch's new Loathe List. Monarch's eyes narrow sharply, everything in him resisting Pegasus' offhanded orders. Respect? Apology? Limits? He's The Monarch. Since when is he supposed to grovel for anyone?

But he's more quick-witted than Pegasus is giving him credit for, and believe it or not - there are times when he knows the value of patience. This little butterfly is going to be the thorn in someone's magenta-suited side, that's for sure, but in order for that to happen he can't be caught in a web.

So: on goes the friendly face.] All right! I give! I get it! I totally should have... listened and everything! Or whatever! Bygones are bygones and all that crap! You were right! [craaaaaning his neck away from those fangs...]

[Oh, it's true that Pegasus was laying on the insults a little thick for his first time but...How else was he going to hammer it in that he was simply no match for him? He had to sow the seed of despair or what-have-you. In reality he knows that much from skimming the surface of that hate-filled vortex of a mind.]

Such dark thoughts, Malcolm. I can feel your anger. But you really shouldn't. If you want to cross me you'll have to think again.

[That spider is not going to just disappear. And no, he's not so dumb as to think he himself would end up underestimating him...Oh, this probably won't be the end of their little spats...But, wasn't that going to be fun, in and of itself?]

One more strike and you're out~ Won't that be fun?

[Clapping his hands together, as if this is the most exciting show in the world.]

Now, only under one more teeny-tiny condition. Hm. As much as I want to believe you you're going to have to give me something more than just your word. I've dealt with your type before, you understand. They never seem to know when to quit.

Better agree to it quickly.

[The spider was losing its control, salivating over the Monarch's face. It's fangs were inches away from his neck.]

[there's a perfect storm of hatred and self-preservation brewing below Monarch's surface, psychotic loathing pitted against the desire to avoid a spidery death. On some level, he has to respect all this; Pegasus is fulfilling the role of a villain with flying colors. Just look at that form! That poise! That flawless, threatening speech coupled with an *actual* threat! ...On the other hand, he should never be on the receiving end of it, and it's really hard to step back and appreciate something that he's currently the victim of.

But damn does the use of his first name get his hackles up quickly. No on has called him that since college] THAT IS NOT MY NAME, YOU FREAK OF -

[oh fuck he totally feels those fangs on his skin now, Jeeeeesus - ! Monarch looks like he's trying to stuff his whole body into his shoulders.] Hnnngh! Okay, OKAY! What do you want?! For us to fucking kiss on it?! A paper signed in blood?! Fine! Take it! You can have it! I agree! Just - stop this!

Edited 2012-05-31 15:53 (UTC)

[Despite his appearance Pegasus was well-versed in the villain's song and dance. Even if he'd been defeated it was still all he'd known to realize his ambitions before coming here. It was the tragedy of romance, that bittersweet sorrow, that made him be an exemplary antagonist. He saw the romance in doing what he did, hence he would perform his role...with little regret.

A smirk. He thought as much. This was the reaction he'd been hoping for. There's a shift, a strange noise as he moves and steps through the screen as if it hadn't even been there in the first place, appearing before the Monarch with a slight head tilt. The spider seems to have vanished from sight. How nice. He hasn't even done his worst, yet. And hopefully for him he wouldn't need to.]

I will take...One thing from you, Sir Monarch. And then you would do well to forget about this incident.

[He leans down, over him, smiling sinisterly.]

Your soul. [Laughs, the bonds suddenly pulling the other upright.] Or...alternatively, if you promise me with sincerity that you'll behave then I will release you from your bonds and all this will disappear like it was nothing more than a bad dream. You have nothing tangible that I want, after all. What will it be? Will you give me your word?

Oh. And if you lie? I'll know.

Edited 2012-06-01 09:33 (UTC)

[the moment he's pulled upright, still trussed up like a turkey, to stare into Pegasus' smirking, self-assured face... it takes everything in Monarch not to try and bite off the guy's nose. His eyebrows twitch and curl tightly, the same tightness in his voice. So the spider was an illusion. Did that mean this was all some mindfuck? How much danger was he really in?]

And exactly what does behaving mean to you? [sneering]

Why, Sir Monarch...Do you think I really don't know how valuable someone like you could be?

[He was a smart cookie, all right. But Pegasus actually was there. Despite his mind games he also could appear in whatever form he pleased. And, he'll play along in whatever capacity, if it was in his favor. He was content to bring the other into his world, where he would pose no threat, for now.

Let's a hand travel to pat his cheek fondly, keeping the touch light and brief.]

I do not think you are a foolish man. Only in the extent that you chose to harass me when I'm having a very bad day. I propose a truce. I've shown you my power. Normally I wouldn't have even bothered, but...I simply can't abide by rudeness, as I said before.

[A little on the extreme sides of things, but then the theatric was his best kind of show.]

Unless you'd prefer to make an enemy of me...In which case I will make sure you regret it.

[His gold eye glints, almost as if it had malicious intent.]

A truce, eh? [well, Monarch does know all about truces. He knows all about breaking them, mostly, but he's certainly made a few in his career. Some have even lasted longer than a few weeks. Hell, the one he'd had with Mantaclaws had ended up in a threesome with his wife. They'd even cooked him breakfast the next morning, which is really the most you can ask from any truce.

So a truce. A truce that he can eventually end the way he wants to.

Sure, he can swing with that.] Right, yeah, no, I totally get it. Oh, you should see some of the things I've killed people over. Way less deserving. No need to justify it.

[the butterfly king smiles and tilts his head, a cheek twitch the only sign that the touch had irritated him.] Yeah, sure, what the hell. Truce. Let's start things off on the right wing.

Well, that, and I think I realize...How much potential someone like yourself can have. And as much as I'm sure you'd be a delight to cross swords with, right now is really inconvenient.

You don't seem like you've been here long, either. I think it would be quite the idea to combine our resources. Or we can go our separate ways, but either way, I think I'd prefer if we didn't fight.

I can tell that your wit is not so slow as I may have said before, Sir Monarch. I apologize for the petty insult, but, really you left me with little choice. And I was angry.

[Fortunately he isn't much of a physical contact person....But, slowly the bonds would loosen and disappear, Pegasus sticking out his hand while the other stays in his pocket. He's American...And what do Americans do to seal a deal?]

How about it?

Resources, huh. [something he could use, to tell the truth. He's without his funding, his wife or his men here. No sign of a Guild or even old enemies he can rely on. He's truly cut off. It's been making things difficult.

Monarch rubs his wrists once he's free, starting at Pegasus' offered hand. It would be so easy just to shoot the man full of poison darts for having dared to cross the Mighty Monarch...! But maybe there's something to be said about not being too hasty.]

Yeah yeah. We can give your gay little truce a shot. [he takes and shakes the hand, shrugging] Just don't expect too much all at once, 'kay? The Monarch doesn't operate like that.

I don't intend on staying a nobody forever on this little island. If you want renown and influences you have to be..resourceful.

[He's already well on his way, what with introducing his game, and talking to the people he thinks will matter in the long run. Diplomacy and business go hand in hand rather marvelously. Negotiations, yes~ This situation could be similarly applied.

Shakes it firmly, as expected of a businessman. The touch doesn't linger and he smiles more, not caring to respond to that "gay" comment. Oh, Monarch...When will you ever learn?]

Mmm, splendid then! Just remember: You have my number already.

[Turns away, his screen opening wide again to the room on the other side.]

I'm sure we'll be seeing much more of each other soon, hm?

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