Post by Morgan le Faye on Nov 29, 2014 21:37:42 GMT
Again, Morgan le Faye is outside in a backyard, a fresh covering of snow hiding the grass. In front of her is a ping pong table with four ping pong balls spread out in front of her. Morgan is wearing winter apparel and stands with her hands extended, as if welcoming the ping pong balls.
“You know, it occurred to me that my opponent, Herb, has something in common with me. And not the usual ‘we’re in the same business’ thing. I mean science. He’s into biology, or ‘herbology’ as the case may be, and me? Well, magic is equal parts science and spectacle, and there’s no science more magical than chemistry. Chemistry is like a magic trick for brainy people. Let me show you a simple, but oh so effective magic trick using household items.”
Morgan holds up a ping pong ball, showing it off, revealing no markings or indentations. Reaching under the table, she sets her top hat down, placing the balls inside. Sticking her hand in, swirling it around, out comes just one ball, and to show this she tips the hat over. Nothing falls out. From her pocket she pulls out a pencil and presses it against the ping pong ball.
“Now the key to this match with Herb is to play up to his boasting, showy ways. Because let’s be real here, this is going to be one of the flashiest matches of the show. You get two people who enjoy going high – or getting high in on case – and you’ve a recipe for wonderment. Only question is, will the 8-Ball be prepared? Lot of pressure going around. It’s not just a dazzling display, it’s also for consideration, for continuation in the title tournament. And that kind of pressure can be daunting. But I, of course, am used to facing crowds, good and bad, and meeting, if not exceeding expectations. Can you say the same, Herb? These aren’t your bong ripping, vaping vapid friends who talk about atoms in fingertips, these are people looking for entertainment. I dunno…I don’t think you’re up for it.”
The pencil is standing upright without aid in the ping pong ball. Morgan reaches into the other pocket of her coat to pull out a sheet of aluminum foil. She starts wrapping the ball and pencil in foil.
“Herb, buddy, what you need to understand is that…your intelligence can’t carry you any further in this tournament. Because what you don’t understand is how I work. Everyone always likes to think they figure out the trick to magic, that they can roll their eyes and whisper the tricks of the trade to their friends. You probably think you’ve figured me out, that you know just what to do, what to aim for when going against me. But that, my friend, is called hubris. See, the thing is, the point of magic and its practitioners is to make the unexpected come to life. You expect me to zig, so I zag, you expect a rabbit from the hat and instead I pull out a snake. You expect me to lose and instead I claim victory and shock the audience. It’s magic.”
“That’s the fundamental difference. You apply real world sciences and beliefs to your being whereas I prefer to live in the realm of the unbelievable. The realm where something as simple as a ping pong ball can create…”
With the foil-wrapped ball all set, Morgan sets flame to the foil and tosses it over her shoulder. It begins to smoke up, filling the yard with a white, pluming smoke.
“This is me in an essence, Herb. I create magic. In this case, the magic will be much more memorable than flowers at the end of a wand. What’s magic is showing people that you can’t just win by being smarter; you can’t just use intellect as your prime weapon. Because some questions just aren’t meant to be answered. And sometimes it’s better just to let your mind fly, let your eyes believe that what you see is real. Because the reality is simple.”
“No tricks. No sleight of hand. Just one little magician proving that people can fly. That people can fly onwards, upwards, towards unforeseen heights. You’ll see, Herb, from the ground, as I soar ever closer to the Pure Championship. While you? Well, you’ll just go up in a puff of smoke. I hear you’re quite used to that, dear. ZVARRI!”
Morgan gives a farewell bow before she backs up into the increasing cloud of smoke, vanishing from sight as the smoke continues to build. By the time it fizzles out, Morgan is gone.
“You know, it occurred to me that my opponent, Herb, has something in common with me. And not the usual ‘we’re in the same business’ thing. I mean science. He’s into biology, or ‘herbology’ as the case may be, and me? Well, magic is equal parts science and spectacle, and there’s no science more magical than chemistry. Chemistry is like a magic trick for brainy people. Let me show you a simple, but oh so effective magic trick using household items.”
Morgan holds up a ping pong ball, showing it off, revealing no markings or indentations. Reaching under the table, she sets her top hat down, placing the balls inside. Sticking her hand in, swirling it around, out comes just one ball, and to show this she tips the hat over. Nothing falls out. From her pocket she pulls out a pencil and presses it against the ping pong ball.
“Now the key to this match with Herb is to play up to his boasting, showy ways. Because let’s be real here, this is going to be one of the flashiest matches of the show. You get two people who enjoy going high – or getting high in on case – and you’ve a recipe for wonderment. Only question is, will the 8-Ball be prepared? Lot of pressure going around. It’s not just a dazzling display, it’s also for consideration, for continuation in the title tournament. And that kind of pressure can be daunting. But I, of course, am used to facing crowds, good and bad, and meeting, if not exceeding expectations. Can you say the same, Herb? These aren’t your bong ripping, vaping vapid friends who talk about atoms in fingertips, these are people looking for entertainment. I dunno…I don’t think you’re up for it.”
The pencil is standing upright without aid in the ping pong ball. Morgan reaches into the other pocket of her coat to pull out a sheet of aluminum foil. She starts wrapping the ball and pencil in foil.
“Herb, buddy, what you need to understand is that…your intelligence can’t carry you any further in this tournament. Because what you don’t understand is how I work. Everyone always likes to think they figure out the trick to magic, that they can roll their eyes and whisper the tricks of the trade to their friends. You probably think you’ve figured me out, that you know just what to do, what to aim for when going against me. But that, my friend, is called hubris. See, the thing is, the point of magic and its practitioners is to make the unexpected come to life. You expect me to zig, so I zag, you expect a rabbit from the hat and instead I pull out a snake. You expect me to lose and instead I claim victory and shock the audience. It’s magic.”
“That’s the fundamental difference. You apply real world sciences and beliefs to your being whereas I prefer to live in the realm of the unbelievable. The realm where something as simple as a ping pong ball can create…”
With the foil-wrapped ball all set, Morgan sets flame to the foil and tosses it over her shoulder. It begins to smoke up, filling the yard with a white, pluming smoke.
“This is me in an essence, Herb. I create magic. In this case, the magic will be much more memorable than flowers at the end of a wand. What’s magic is showing people that you can’t just win by being smarter; you can’t just use intellect as your prime weapon. Because some questions just aren’t meant to be answered. And sometimes it’s better just to let your mind fly, let your eyes believe that what you see is real. Because the reality is simple.”
“No tricks. No sleight of hand. Just one little magician proving that people can fly. That people can fly onwards, upwards, towards unforeseen heights. You’ll see, Herb, from the ground, as I soar ever closer to the Pure Championship. While you? Well, you’ll just go up in a puff of smoke. I hear you’re quite used to that, dear. ZVARRI!”
Morgan gives a farewell bow before she backs up into the increasing cloud of smoke, vanishing from sight as the smoke continues to build. By the time it fizzles out, Morgan is gone.
