Post by Emperor Sickle on Jun 7, 2019 1:14:03 GMT
"I'm an Emperor in title, and figure."
| As Sickle, the Emperor of the Frost-Seijin and the Universe, sat in his chair, he looked down upon the gathering of people below his gigantic feet, all surrounding, yet allowing visuals to, a young Frost-Seijin walking forward holding inside of his hands a stack of papers. It looked tough, and his walking and manner was cocky. Everything about him screamed that he was the type to try everything he could to become the winner... And Sickle knew exactly why he was here. "Soon-to-be nothing Sickle, I demand you listen to my challenge for your throne. I will beat you in a rap battle for the seat of Emperor." As he said this, he received many cheers from the crowd, tons of excited Frost-Seijin who supported him announcing their belief in him. This almost made the Emperor chuckle. His eyes narrowing as the massive Emperor would step off of his chair, the room rocking with every step he took. His body, nineteen feet tall, compared to the small five foot tall true form of his challenger below him, was extremely obvious of a difference. Many of the Frost Demons in the room would back away as he did, leaving ample room for the two to stare each other down as they stood. Them, suddenly, Sickle snapped his finger. A parade of servants retrieved a boombox from another room, and setting it upon a chain hanging from the roof, before clicking the device on and allowing the beats from the machine to start up, making a nice, hip-hop beat to flow and echo throughout the halls. Each contestant was given a mic, before Sickle would not say a single word to his challenger, merely looking out to the crowd, preparing verses inside of his mind as he stood there, barely able to handle the excitement of his first challenger. "As we gather, here today, with the simple goal in mind of reminding everyone who exactly rules them. Just remember, deep in your mind. I'm ice cold... But Hot, lyrically on the mic, writing rich and spicy like Space Jersey Mike's, but I digress, regress the stress of an Emperor pressed on neglectful guests. I meant you, pest, son you must jest, rap battling the king, no, God of the best, well here's your test... Can you take it? Or do you need some Psalms to your chest. I'll drop that rhyme scheme now, annoying at worst, but that's how battles like these work, kid. Lemme give you something simple to work with." He would state boldly, dropping a hot verse to start off with, blowing away mentally some of those in the crowd. His mouth would breathe in as he started again, not giving his opponent a chance to butt in until he let him speak. "You're a friend, a brother, one of my species, but you're handling some papers like releasing a theses,, But it doesn't matter, no, those papers are shit, when I spit harder Ts than kid with a lisp. But just you wait, I'm not done, not even close. You're gonna follow the rules set by your host, and if you don't? Well don't expect to be going home." As he would finish his bars, he would hold his mic to the side, signalling he was finished, listening to the crowd cheer wildly, having heard their Emperor rap for the first time in so long, ever since he took the position from his own father, it was a wonder for many of his race. |
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