Her style is, yes, a trifle...exotic, but one cannot mistake a good woman, mes amis, and as a liaison, Banshae is superb. I expect you all to give her your full attention. This should be très facile, non? ~ The Merovingian
Banshae
I come nae this way blindfolded.
The Matrix w'my home many a'day an' night.
I watched the seasons pass, the year go a'by...
Soft, child. Let me tell ye a tale,
of such life as there's to be had upon the grace o' the wind...
Aye, to be the currents of the air, flowin' in and out of the glass an' the concrete.
'Tis a beautious thing, to be free such as that is...
An' yet... 'Tis nae such a freedom as one mae suspect.
Once, aye once when I were a wee lass, A waif of a girl, borne aloft on the draughts...
Once, I had the pleasure to touch at the clouds, an' to move the winds as I supposed they ought.
I was a machine, in those days... Doin' what I ought to, pleasure enough in m'work.
... But nae enough to truly sate m'curiosity for what lie beyond the calculations as I knew.
The only life I knew. A life wi'out a body to call my own.
A life spent watchin' over the city, but nae an nary able to touch upon its perfection...
Naught but w'the winds... The North, South, East, an' West.
These we'at my command, an' I revelled in their cooling touch, where they blew free an' wild.
... Then, came the storm.
'Twas a horrid thing, an' one which I could make nae sense of.
A virus hae attacked th'system. One so bold an' so powerful, it caused the skies to weep an' the earth to crack.
The winds rose to a shriekin' gale that day, oh surely m'dear...
'Twas the most terrifyin' and most maddenin' thing imaginable...
An' in the face o'that bitter storm, where the winds whipped around me, tarn from my control...
'T did drive me mad, it did.
Now, I say nae madness from a human perspective, but rather ought o'simple math.
I ceased doin' what I should hae done. I ceased to obey m'programmed masters.
After all, waren't they the ones who let this'll happen, with the rain, an' the storm...?
Aye. 'Twas their negligence in those days that drove me from my post, and led me off to seek...
Other employment.
Already, the Merovingian's name were known in the backchannels an' the underworld.
I simply sought him out, that he'd harbour me a'he did his other charges.
For a time, I stayed a'such, until he come to need me to deal with his new armies.
Humans, recruited t'do his work an' t'serve his will.
T'make him proud, in fightin' for his honor.
That were somethin' I could stand behind, an'tis my pleasure t'serve his lairdship in such a way.
There's a freedom, in't. A freedom which tack'ahold of my very code, such a'its grip upon.
I come nae this way blindfolded.
The Matrix i'my home. An' I shae do all in my pow'r to ensure tha' it stays as such.
'Tis a valuable thing, bein' the wind...
Bear in mind, ye cannot escape what air ye believe to breathe...
Banshae
I come nae this way blindfolded.
The Matrix w'my home many a'day an' night.
I watched the seasons pass, the year go a'by...
Soft, child. Let me tell ye a tale,
of such life as there's to be had upon the grace o' the wind...
Aye, to be the currents of the air, flowin' in and out of the glass an' the concrete.
'Tis a beautious thing, to be free such as that is...
An' yet... 'Tis nae such a freedom as one mae suspect.
Once, aye once when I were a wee lass, A waif of a girl, borne aloft on the draughts...
Once, I had the pleasure to touch at the clouds, an' to move the winds as I supposed they ought.
I was a machine, in those days... Doin' what I ought to, pleasure enough in m'work.
... But nae enough to truly sate m'curiosity for what lie beyond the calculations as I knew.
The only life I knew. A life wi'out a body to call my own.
A life spent watchin' over the city, but nae an nary able to touch upon its perfection...
Naught but w'the winds... The North, South, East, an' West.
These we'at my command, an' I revelled in their cooling touch, where they blew free an' wild.
... Then, came the storm.
'Twas a horrid thing, an' one which I could make nae sense of.
A virus hae attacked th'system. One so bold an' so powerful, it caused the skies to weep an' the earth to crack.
The winds rose to a shriekin' gale that day, oh surely m'dear...
'Twas the most terrifyin' and most maddenin' thing imaginable...
An' in the face o'that bitter storm, where the winds whipped around me, tarn from my control...
'T did drive me mad, it did.
Now, I say nae madness from a human perspective, but rather ought o'simple math.
I ceased doin' what I should hae done. I ceased to obey m'programmed masters.
After all, waren't they the ones who let this'll happen, with the rain, an' the storm...?
Aye. 'Twas their negligence in those days that drove me from my post, and led me off to seek...
Other employment.
Already, the Merovingian's name were known in the backchannels an' the underworld.
I simply sought him out, that he'd harbour me a'he did his other charges.
For a time, I stayed a'such, until he come to need me to deal with his new armies.
Humans, recruited t'do his work an' t'serve his will.
T'make him proud, in fightin' for his honor.
That were somethin' I could stand behind, an'tis my pleasure t'serve his lairdship in such a way.
There's a freedom, in't. A freedom which tack'ahold of my very code, such a'its grip upon.
I come nae this way blindfolded.
The Matrix i'my home. An' I shae do all in my pow'r to ensure tha' it stays as such.
'Tis a valuable thing, bein' the wind...
Bear in mind, ye cannot escape what air ye believe to breathe...
