OOC: Quotes!
I.E. I'M BORED AGAIN. So, I have combed my manga, and come up with some Midvalley quotes that I like, or that I feel are important to his character. You love it go.
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Midvalley: [watching Legato eating] This is quite a sight. Look at that.
Hoppered: Oi! It's not a good idea to mess with him. He's not like he was before!
Midvalley: That's exactly what I'm saying. What do you guys think? [looks to his fellow 'Guns, who remain silent] You don't care do you? You're just maniacal killers. But, bear in mind, our target... that guy... has already bested three of the Gung Ho Guns. And from the look of that hole in the moon, there's no doubt he was involved in the "Lost July" incident... Understand? He's a monster.
No... more like he's very much the same as our employer, Knives. I suppose I should say that they are monsters. Mankind has to protect itself from this nightmare. In other words... [pulls a gun and puts it to Legato's head] That's enough. I'm done being controlled by a maniac.
Midvalley: Since I was little, I've always loved "sound" alone... that's it...
Hoppered: What's this?!
Midvalley: A perfect cross-section. Don't touch the edge, it'll hurt. The "blade" was just a few tenths of a micron thick. It sliced up this whole block.
Hoppered: ...? How... do you know?
Midvalley: I can hear it. The echo of the gale against the hull is different...
Midvalley: Given my line of work, I should have been able to sense trouble coming. But that doesn't work on pure, unmitigated evil. A power that big seizes your destiny without warning.
Midvalley: [referring to Knives] I killed, and killed, and killed, and killed! As one of his elite forces... I silenced everyone who got in his way. Women... children... infants... elderly... no matter how many we slaughtered... his eyes never showed any sign of pity.
No... just once... I thought I saw the slightest shadow of a smile flicker in them. Thinking back on it now... was it satisfaction? The contentment a man feels exterminating a nest of vermin. And the object of his loathing... we were no exception.
Midvalley: A game of death with ludicrous rules... and there's nowhere to run.
Midvalley: [referring to Legato] I can feel the chill through my bones... even now, his body crippled, I don't know that I can beat him. But... if... there is no escape from death...! A single moment... with a single blow... at 340 meters per second... I hit the target's brain. [flashbacks to Knives slaughtering his band mates, and can't bring himself to attack]
Zazie: Close match, huh?
Midvalley: Something like that. Because of that Chapel guy. But I only let him think I was powerless.
Zazie: Self-confident?
Midvalley: Realistic.
Midvalley: It's a simple theory. Even the loudest noise is a vibration of the air - a wave. If it is met with a wave of precisely the opposite phase, it will be completely neutralized. In a good tug-of-war match the center hardly budges. This is the same.
Hoppered: [thinking, as Midvalley is walking away after the above comment] Don't dismiss it so easily... it's really not that simple is it? How many sounds do you think are in this building? Echoes... resonance... it's full of noise. To filter through all that interference... and then adjust for the doppler effect to play in real time... the target must be surrounded by total silence. If you don't call that magic, what do you call it? Ruler of the airwaves, Midvalley the Hornfreak!
Midvalley: Chapel, I'm onto you. Your eyes... they're the eyes of a traitor.
Wolfwood: Pffft! You mean Blade and Ninelives?!
Midvalley: That's not it. That's not it at all, is it... Chapel?
Hoppered: I probably won't end up where she is... but it's gotta be closer than this place...
Midvalley: There is... no heaven and no hell...
Midvalley: Put down your gun, Chapel. There's no reason for us to fight any more. Or... are you going to keep up your ridiculous charade even now? "Sworn ally" of Vash the Stampede... Nicholas D. Wolfwood...
Midvalley: [to Wolfwood, about Vash] Can you feel it? A higher existence. The rest of us... just garbage. If "this" so much as felt the urge, "it" could wipe us all out. Not a single bone... a single drop of blood... a single shred of flesh... would remain of mankind. Complete elimination.
... I want to get out of here. I can't stand to be near that "thing" another second longer. You know what I'm talking about, don't you?
Wolfwood: Pretty conveniant, I'd say.
Midvalley: Don't talk to me about morals. We'll both get our lips burned.
Wolfwood: If you're serious about doing it, I am too.
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Right. So, there you go. Clarification, questions, blah blah. All welcome.
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Midvalley: [watching Legato eating] This is quite a sight. Look at that.
Hoppered: Oi! It's not a good idea to mess with him. He's not like he was before!
Midvalley: That's exactly what I'm saying. What do you guys think? [looks to his fellow 'Guns, who remain silent] You don't care do you? You're just maniacal killers. But, bear in mind, our target... that guy... has already bested three of the Gung Ho Guns. And from the look of that hole in the moon, there's no doubt he was involved in the "Lost July" incident... Understand? He's a monster.
No... more like he's very much the same as our employer, Knives. I suppose I should say that they are monsters. Mankind has to protect itself from this nightmare. In other words... [pulls a gun and puts it to Legato's head] That's enough. I'm done being controlled by a maniac.
Midvalley: Since I was little, I've always loved "sound" alone... that's it...
Hoppered: What's this?!
Midvalley: A perfect cross-section. Don't touch the edge, it'll hurt. The "blade" was just a few tenths of a micron thick. It sliced up this whole block.
Hoppered: ...? How... do you know?
Midvalley: I can hear it. The echo of the gale against the hull is different...
Midvalley: Given my line of work, I should have been able to sense trouble coming. But that doesn't work on pure, unmitigated evil. A power that big seizes your destiny without warning.
Midvalley: [referring to Knives] I killed, and killed, and killed, and killed! As one of his elite forces... I silenced everyone who got in his way. Women... children... infants... elderly... no matter how many we slaughtered... his eyes never showed any sign of pity.
No... just once... I thought I saw the slightest shadow of a smile flicker in them. Thinking back on it now... was it satisfaction? The contentment a man feels exterminating a nest of vermin. And the object of his loathing... we were no exception.
Midvalley: A game of death with ludicrous rules... and there's nowhere to run.
Midvalley: [referring to Legato] I can feel the chill through my bones... even now, his body crippled, I don't know that I can beat him. But... if... there is no escape from death...! A single moment... with a single blow... at 340 meters per second... I hit the target's brain. [flashbacks to Knives slaughtering his band mates, and can't bring himself to attack]
Zazie: Close match, huh?
Midvalley: Something like that. Because of that Chapel guy. But I only let him think I was powerless.
Zazie: Self-confident?
Midvalley: Realistic.
Midvalley: It's a simple theory. Even the loudest noise is a vibration of the air - a wave. If it is met with a wave of precisely the opposite phase, it will be completely neutralized. In a good tug-of-war match the center hardly budges. This is the same.
Hoppered: [thinking, as Midvalley is walking away after the above comment] Don't dismiss it so easily... it's really not that simple is it? How many sounds do you think are in this building? Echoes... resonance... it's full of noise. To filter through all that interference... and then adjust for the doppler effect to play in real time... the target must be surrounded by total silence. If you don't call that magic, what do you call it? Ruler of the airwaves, Midvalley the Hornfreak!
Midvalley: Chapel, I'm onto you. Your eyes... they're the eyes of a traitor.
Wolfwood: Pffft! You mean Blade and Ninelives?!
Midvalley: That's not it. That's not it at all, is it... Chapel?
Hoppered: I probably won't end up where she is... but it's gotta be closer than this place...
Midvalley: There is... no heaven and no hell...
Midvalley: Put down your gun, Chapel. There's no reason for us to fight any more. Or... are you going to keep up your ridiculous charade even now? "Sworn ally" of Vash the Stampede... Nicholas D. Wolfwood...
Midvalley: [to Wolfwood, about Vash] Can you feel it? A higher existence. The rest of us... just garbage. If "this" so much as felt the urge, "it" could wipe us all out. Not a single bone... a single drop of blood... a single shred of flesh... would remain of mankind. Complete elimination.
... I want to get out of here. I can't stand to be near that "thing" another second longer. You know what I'm talking about, don't you?
Wolfwood: Pretty conveniant, I'd say.
Midvalley: Don't talk to me about morals. We'll both get our lips burned.
Wolfwood: If you're serious about doing it, I am too.
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Right. So, there you go. Clarification, questions, blah blah. All welcome.