[When the Skyeater fell, and the realization that the battle was finally over and in victory, as the forces of Darkness scattered, broken, Tyrant Valvatorez alighted back down where his peers, students, and comrades were gathered. In a puff of smoke, the daemon dismissed his greater Tyrant form, returning to normal to conserve what energy he had left. He was exhausted, feeling a brutal fatigue that sank into his very bones.
As exhausted as he was, however, he.... was not yet done. There was something left he had to do. After flicking his cape dramatically, he spoke.]
If I might have your attention! There's something important I have to say!
[He flourished his cape again, producing a strange magical device on the ground, pulsing out with light... and fully capable or producing sound. It landed on the ground beside him, and with it, he pulled out a microphone from inside of his cape... and he closed his eyes as music began to play...]
I've paid my dues, Time after time. I've done my sentence, But committed no crime . And bad mistakes I've made a few. I've had my share of sand kicked in my face - But I've come through!
We are the champions, my friends And we'll keep on fighting, till the end! We are the champions, We are the champions, No time for losers, 'Cause we are the champions - of the world!!
[You best be singing along.]
[B - Later]
[After collapsing into his coffin for the better part of three days, Valvatorez emerges back on campus, wearing a smile of ease and relaxation. The daemon frequently looked intense and focused and driven, but today... no, today he looked quite happy, and relaxed unlike he had ever been. Sure, he was aware there would be much more to do. But the elation of their victory had not yet worn itself out. Today he walked to his office, still in his normal form... but he paused when he reached his door, noticing a new placard on it.
Tyrant Professor Valvatorez, Tenured.
He looked it over, reading it a few times... until he nodded with approval, stepping inside his office to be greeted with a new sight. ...A ridiculous looking portrait hanging on the wall, glaring back at him.]
What is the meaning of this?! I thought I was rid of that awful thing!
[His raised voice made the singing fish on the wall groan and play a distorted tune.]
[C - A Promise Revisited]
[It was still cold and breezy at this time of year in Germany. Better than the bite of winter itself, and the sun was quite high in the sky as he walked through the clearing in the woods, toward the white headstone in the middle of a field of flowers, only a scant few of which had begun to grow again. He carried the same bag he always did in one hand, setting it beside the gravestone as he knelt down in front of it. Producing a new brush from it, he quietly began scrubbing down the slab, removing moss, dirt, pollen, and a few months' worth of debris from it.]
And so, it is done. ...I hope you can forgive me for the choice I made. Even though... I think you would've told me long ago to make it. But while I didn't keep that promise to you... the one that mattered remains. There's still going to be more to do. Though Nightfall failed... the world will keep turning. And so long as it does, I will keep on as I have since that day.
So long as my students, past, present, and those yet to come, work hard to reach for it, the future will be bright and beautiful. ...I only wish... you were here to see it too.
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[When the Skyeater fell, and the realization that the battle was finally over and in victory, as the forces of Darkness scattered, broken, Tyrant Valvatorez alighted back down where his peers, students, and comrades were gathered. In a puff of smoke, the daemon dismissed his greater Tyrant form, returning to normal to conserve what energy he had left. He was exhausted, feeling a brutal fatigue that sank into his very bones.
As exhausted as he was, however, he.... was not yet done. There was something left he had to do. After flicking his cape dramatically, he spoke.]
If I might have your attention! There's something important I have to say!
[He flourished his cape again, producing a strange magical device on the ground, pulsing out with light... and fully capable or producing sound. It landed on the ground beside him, and with it, he pulled out a microphone from inside of his cape... and he closed his eyes as music began to play...]
I've paid my dues,
Time after time.
I've done my sentence,
But committed no crime .
And bad mistakes
I've made a few.
I've had my share of sand kicked in my face -
But I've come through!
We are the champions, my friends
And we'll keep on fighting, till the end!
We are the champions,
We are the champions,
No time for losers,
'Cause we are the champions - of the world!!
[You best be singing along.]
[B - Later]
[After collapsing into his coffin for the better part of three days, Valvatorez emerges back on campus, wearing a smile of ease and relaxation. The daemon frequently looked intense and focused and driven, but today... no, today he looked quite happy, and relaxed unlike he had ever been. Sure, he was aware there would be much more to do. But the elation of their victory had not yet worn itself out. Today he walked to his office, still in his normal form... but he paused when he reached his door, noticing a new placard on it.
Tyrant Professor Valvatorez, Tenured.
He looked it over, reading it a few times... until he nodded with approval, stepping inside his office to be greeted with a new sight. ...A ridiculous looking portrait hanging on the wall, glaring back at him.]
What is the meaning of this?! I thought I was rid of that awful thing!
[His raised voice made the singing fish on the wall groan and play a distorted tune.]
[C - A Promise Revisited]
[It was still cold and breezy at this time of year in Germany. Better than the bite of winter itself, and the sun was quite high in the sky as he walked through the clearing in the woods, toward the white headstone in the middle of a field of flowers, only a scant few of which had begun to grow again. He carried the same bag he always did in one hand, setting it beside the gravestone as he knelt down in front of it. Producing a new brush from it, he quietly began scrubbing down the slab, removing moss, dirt, pollen, and a few months' worth of debris from it.]
And so, it is done. ...I hope you can forgive me for the choice I made. Even though... I think you would've told me long ago to make it. But while I didn't keep that promise to you... the one that mattered remains. There's still going to be more to do. Though Nightfall failed... the world will keep turning. And so long as it does, I will keep on as I have since that day.
So long as my students, past, present, and those yet to come, work hard to reach for it, the future will be bright and beautiful. ...I only wish... you were here to see it too.