Sample Entry: *The gaze of the woman who appears on screen is calm and collected. The signs of spilled blood against her cheek are apparent, a satisfied smile is curled on her lips as she speaks.*
Greetings. *Pleasant enough.* It has come to my attention... some of you may wish to know what has just transpired. The community here surely has at least one here who cares for this individual. It was with their dying breath that they requested I inform you all of their demise.
*With a glance off screen, her expression flattens.*
Hmmm... He may have made the request, yet... It was so pathetic of a display I did not actually commit his name to memory. His skull is entirely impaled, so none would be able to identify him using that method... I cut off a hand, shattered both of his legs... How troublesome. I only even considered this as he said informing you all would let the strongest among you reason to fight me before I finished him off...
I don't suppose some of you would like to come look at what's left of this body, would you? I have no interest in dragging what little remains of him to put him on display. I have my doubts he was socially accepted enough for that to entice a reaction.
*Another pause as she returns her attention to the camera.*
No matter. In a weeks time, I'll force him to make a broadcast regarding his disappointing performance against me. Carry on. *With that, she clicks the phone closed.*
Sample Entry Two:
It had only been a short time since the tunnel was cleared, yet it was apparent Esdese had decided to break it in. It was late at night. Low visibility. Only the cries and breathing of the creatures lurking in the darkness were her companions in this noisy yet enchanting space. It was enchanting, in a way. What she had heard regarding it. An area where monsters would appear endlessly. That would fill with increasingly challenge and volume the longer you remained. It was as if someone had decided to lay out gifts for her which she could continually open... each with a different subject for whom she could cut into it, experimenting with steel and ice what the limits of each successive victim were capable of enduring... before she would be allowed the pleasure of finding another just like it, with which she could rend a torment a level beyond the last upon.
The howls and screams from the tunnel were far from pleasant. They echoed, reverberating out into the city as if some siren call of death, all being orchestrated by a lone woman who was sating her lust for violence after being far, far too generous to those here in staying her hand. So many were weak. Pathetic. Beneath her. Yet some showed promise. Potential. Some were, dare she say it, stronger than her. In physical strength and powers alone, yet with the right timing... she would break them. Esdese relished the thought. Yet she had held herself back from attacking them without question, as if they would return... she had to find the perfect way to finish them. A way that they would remember. A method of torture in which they would be for her to finish them, or even bow their head and lick her boots in an effort to appease her and be allowed to return to a normal state of living... As much as Haven would allow.
The slaughter continued. It filled her with such ideas. Being allowed this escalation of death and wanton slaughter of monsters, all so unfamiliar and untested by her blade... It was like adding coals into the steam engine that powered the torture device known as her imagination.
It was a truly beautiful night.
Surely all of those in Haven would appreciate the decor she had provided for the tunnel. A coating of blood and flesh, one that only one of her talents could provide. Perhaps she'd show her appreciate to them for clearing it by bringing them back a monster to feast upon. What possible reason could one have to object to that?
Esdese | Akame ga Kill! | no reserve
*The gaze of the woman who appears on screen is calm and collected. The signs of spilled blood against her cheek are apparent, a satisfied smile is curled on her lips as she speaks.*
Greetings. *Pleasant enough.* It has come to my attention... some of you may wish to know what has just transpired. The community here surely has at least one here who cares for this individual. It was with their dying breath that they requested I inform you all of their demise.
*With a glance off screen, her expression flattens.*
Hmmm... He may have made the request, yet... It was so pathetic of a display I did not actually commit his name to memory. His skull is entirely impaled, so none would be able to identify him using that method... I cut off a hand, shattered both of his legs... How troublesome. I only even considered this as he said informing you all would let the strongest among you reason to fight me before I finished him off...
I don't suppose some of you would like to come look at what's left of this body, would you? I have no interest in dragging what little remains of him to put him on display. I have my doubts he was socially accepted enough for that to entice a reaction.
*Another pause as she returns her attention to the camera.*
No matter. In a weeks time, I'll force him to make a broadcast regarding his disappointing performance against me. Carry on. *With that, she clicks the phone closed.*
Sample Entry Two:
It had only been a short time since the tunnel was cleared, yet it was apparent Esdese had decided to break it in. It was late at night. Low visibility. Only the cries and breathing of the creatures lurking in the darkness were her companions in this noisy yet enchanting space. It was enchanting, in a way. What she had heard regarding it. An area where monsters would appear endlessly. That would fill with increasingly challenge and volume the longer you remained. It was as if someone had decided to lay out gifts for her which she could continually open... each with a different subject for whom she could cut into it, experimenting with steel and ice what the limits of each successive victim were capable of enduring... before she would be allowed the pleasure of finding another just like it, with which she could rend a torment a level beyond the last upon.
The howls and screams from the tunnel were far from pleasant. They echoed, reverberating out into the city as if some siren call of death, all being orchestrated by a lone woman who was sating her lust for violence after being far, far too generous to those here in staying her hand. So many were weak. Pathetic. Beneath her. Yet some showed promise. Potential. Some were, dare she say it, stronger than her. In physical strength and powers alone, yet with the right timing... she would break them. Esdese relished the thought. Yet she had held herself back from attacking them without question, as if they would return... she had to find the perfect way to finish them. A way that they would remember. A method of torture in which they would be for her to finish them, or even bow their head and lick her boots in an effort to appease her and be allowed to return to a normal state of living... As much as Haven would allow.
The slaughter continued. It filled her with such ideas. Being allowed this escalation of death and wanton slaughter of monsters, all so unfamiliar and untested by her blade... It was like adding coals into the steam engine that powered the torture device known as her imagination.
It was a truly beautiful night.
Surely all of those in Haven would appreciate the decor she had provided for the tunnel. A coating of blood and flesh, one that only one of her talents could provide. Perhaps she'd show her appreciate to them for clearing it by bringing them back a monster to feast upon. What possible reason could one have to object to that?