Remember, remember the ... Nineteenth of July? [Pride]
It starts as a faint sound. But presently, and quickly, it builds into music. Swelling strings. Horns. Grand percussion. An entire orchestra.
Pyotr Ilych Tchaikovsky. The 1812 Overture.
Going to a window where the sun picks everything out in stark highlight and shadow will show one a black-clad and masked individual, standing in the grass near the tower, his arms spread. The smile on his mask looking positively wicked, V gazes back at his audience.
"Voila!" The masked individual cries, clearly seeming to enjoy this moment. If the onlookers from the tower happen to include Killgrave himself in their midst, he continues, pointing to the purple fellow and then gesturing grandly. "In view, O violet villain, a varied collection, a veritable armamentarium of violence!" Indeed, the tower is festooned with random explosives ranging from C-4 to chemical mixes in plastic bottles to dynamite and plenty inbetween. "Veridically, this serves a vigourous and volatile vehicle for your vitiation and vitupery, vengeing us this velitation and the vagary of your vainglory and your vile voyeurism! Valley and village alike, verily no more than the veil of your vulgar vitriol, however vivid, shall be stripped of veracity at this vicinage, and your vaunted vatinic vociferations suffer valuation and come up vaporous! Your vantage shows you now, the vehemence of our vengeance--and your villa shall soon volte-face its verticality!"
Clearly he finds this amusing as, in a swirl of cloak, he disappears into the trees surrounding the tower.
And then the explosions start.
Pyotr Ilych Tchaikovsky. The 1812 Overture.
Going to a window where the sun picks everything out in stark highlight and shadow will show one a black-clad and masked individual, standing in the grass near the tower, his arms spread. The smile on his mask looking positively wicked, V gazes back at his audience.
"Voila!" The masked individual cries, clearly seeming to enjoy this moment. If the onlookers from the tower happen to include Killgrave himself in their midst, he continues, pointing to the purple fellow and then gesturing grandly. "In view, O violet villain, a varied collection, a veritable armamentarium of violence!" Indeed, the tower is festooned with random explosives ranging from C-4 to chemical mixes in plastic bottles to dynamite and plenty inbetween. "Veridically, this serves a vigourous and volatile vehicle for your vitiation and vitupery, vengeing us this velitation and the vagary of your vainglory and your vile voyeurism! Valley and village alike, verily no more than the veil of your vulgar vitriol, however vivid, shall be stripped of veracity at this vicinage, and your vaunted vatinic vociferations suffer valuation and come up vaporous! Your vantage shows you now, the vehemence of our vengeance--and your villa shall soon volte-face its verticality!"
Clearly he finds this amusing as, in a swirl of cloak, he disappears into the trees surrounding the tower.
And then the explosions start.