//------------------------------// // 9: Tension // Story: Rez: Eqstr[Tera] // by NiGHTcapD //------------------------------// My music skills are about to be put to the ultimate test. Only one thought process, other than the music itself, is crossing my mind: This guy's probably going to love it, and that's exactly what I want. I want him singing to this. If he harmonizes, it slows. And I know exactly when it's going to happen. I begin to sing. I would swallow my pride, I would choke on the rinds, but the lack thereof would leave me empty inside. Swallow my doubt, turn it inside out; find nothing but faith in nothing! Want to put my tender heart in a blender, watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion... Rendezvous, then I'm through with you. Discord's face tells it all. It says "Faith in nothing is a good thing" and "You had me at 'beautiful oblivion'." At that moment, I know I've already won. Oh, and by this point, I can hear the guitars and drums, but I don't stop playing the keyboard. That's automatic at this point. I burn, burn like a wicker cabinet... Chalk white and oh, so frail. An interruption, and condescendingly spoken. I saw that coming a mile away. Our time's already gone long stale. He scoffs and gestures, as if saying "Time? Peh!" The tick tock of that clock is painful; all sane and logical! I want to tear it off the wall. You say words and clips and phrases, I think sick like chocoginlateger milk!ale. I don't even wanna know where he got that from. My stomach turns as I exhale... 'Cause I would swallow my pride, I would choke on the rinds, while the lack thereof makes me so empty inside... I would swallow my doubt, but turn it inside out-you find nothing but faith in nothing! You want to put my tender heart in a blender? We'd watch it spin around into a beautiful oblivion... Keep rendezvous, I'm not through with you. Well excuuuse me for my song choice! But it's clear I've still got him. So Cal is where my mind states, but it's not my state of mind; 'Cause I'm not as ugly sad as you! Discord looks taken aback, as if insulted. That's what this verse is for. Or are you origami, all folded up and just pretend? Nice reversal attempt. It won't help you. No more demented than the motives in your head..! I love this song that much more. I would swallow my pride, I would choke on the rinds- But won't the lack thereof make you feel empty inside? I would swallow my doubt- Turn it inside out, you got nothing but faith in nothing! Want to put your tender heart in a blender, watch it spin around and see a beautiful oblivion! Rendezvous, I'm not through with you. I alone, am the one you know you don't need to feed, feed your ego. I fear this only used to be the truth. I know you're blind, and have bad prose- Petty insults? Really? Think you should get posed, know you're way too close. I alone am the one you don't know you need, you don't know you need me! Couldn't be farther from reality. [No,] Your twisted mind holds your eyes closed- I'm interrupted by a stream of incoherent noises, followed by: [Want to] Tie you to the bedpost...! Angrish, along with a threat in the form of the words of the song? He's fully focused on the song now, and I can tell even before my computer gives me the green light that Discord just fully harmonized to Eve 6. It's time to send this troll back to his bridge. I would swallow my pride, I would choke on the rinds, but the lack thereof would leave me empty inside! Rather swallow my doubt, turn it inside out; find nothing but faith in nothing! Want to put my tender heart in a blender, watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion... We rendezvoused, now I'm through! I am through! With! You! I hit the key to activate the previously-detailed program on the "you". It's hard to describe what visually happened in the quarantine, but I was paying more attention to the data stream anyways. Through...with...you! It worked like a charm. The quarantine is empty of Discord by the time I sing the last lyrics, and the mobile prison is ready to move. Rendezvous, then I'm through with you. I delete the quarantine and everything inside it from my hard drive, and proceed to follow the program into the system. I must have overestimated the spirit of chaos when I wrote this program. I thought he would escape a bit easier, but as it turns out, I don't need to patch the prison. Or is he just going easy on me? The prison reaches the layer without a hitch. It gets stuck for about 5 seconds waiting for an open horn before it disappears from the network. Shortly after, I get a message. "That was...Discord's consciousness contained within that, correct?" I "pick up the phone". "Yeah, that was the thing. No problems sending it through, right?" "No. But I don't know what will happen once it reaches the statue..." "Supposedly, it'll put the brain back where it belongs. It's anyone's guess what happens next, though." A few tense minutes. "It seems...like Discord is back how he belongs, although the seal has weakened." "Try applying a patch." After one minute of explaining what "patch" means in computing, Celestia concedes the point. "Alright. The Elements are already on their way, you can come and watch if you'd like." It didn't make sense to me last time, it doesn't make sense this time. "No...I think I'll take a break until after lunch or something. See you in a few hours, if not another day." "I'll look forward to it." Me, too. Hopefully, real life events won't interrupt next time. And I'll have to remember to get out of the system before taking any calls, especially from...yeah. I log out.