Arcan
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Why do i kill you? Because i can...
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Post by Arcan on Aug 4, 2006 17:51:54 GMT -5
Arcan sat in a dark corner of the club. He didn't want any unnecessary attention. It had been two weeks since his latest kill and he was getting bored. In search for something to do he had "created" some notes where he wrote his name and what he did. It wasn't his real name of course, that name was a great secret and if anyone would find out about it, his entire history would be reveled. He didn't want that to happened. Since he had forfeited his name in order to forget his past fore some reason he himself didn't know of, so he didn't even know his own name. But that didn't matter, past is past and present is present. Anything happening in the past is irrelevant.
The notes where stuck here and there around town and someone would probably have noticed them by now. Hopefully someone with a urgent need of a mage with the capability of using chaos. If he where lucky the rumors he had heard where true and this was the city of great evil. He really wanted to kill someone or something with the power to give him some resistance. hopefully a lawyer. He hated them and there where no more satisfying thing then killing a lawyer. On his notes he had written that he would be available at this club and he had also put a picture of himself on them, so now he would only have to wait.
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Post by Jester on Aug 5, 2006 7:10:14 GMT -5
Jester had grown bored. It was, he had realized, purely the fault of Logic. Because growing bored when you had nothing to do...well, it was logic. And realizing he was being influenced by Logic had made Jester quite upset.
So he sat in a corner doing nothing but trying very hard not to be bored. But he got bored of that and went to Carritas to get drunk. Or turn something into a gigantic coffee pot. He hadn't decided yet. But only logic people needed to decide, Jester did whatever he wanted and damn any universal power that went against him.
Unless it was Logic, in which case the old man should be trice damned and caught forever in a monkey feces hurling contest.
Suddenly there was a door. Jester stood there, perplexed as to why there was a door. It was sort of square shaped. Unless you squinted, in which case it sort of looked like a old lady with a back problem. Then Jester closed one eye while squinting with the other and the door turned to chaos.
Jester bullrushed the door, attempting to hug it. Unfortunately the door opened, Jester falling through it and landing square on his face in a very comidic way. He scrambled to his feet, dusting himself off and creating a outrageously large cloud of dust. Jester wasn't quite sure why the cloud was outrageous, but it might have something to do with it not having any clothes.
There was chaos in the air, like a big cloud of electric mosquitos flying through space. Where did that analogy come from?
There was a man-thing in the corner, but without the slime and all the fire. And there was chaos around him. Controlled and leashed, forced to do it's keepers bidding for nothing but a half gnawed bone and a bowl of minced something that smelled funny.
"Hey, you!" He pointed at the man "You keep chaos leashed, caught like a deer in your headlights." He jumped through the air, landing squarely on the table infront of the man. "Let her go."
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Arcan
Fresh Vampire Bait
Why do i kill you? Because i can...
Posts: 80
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Post by Arcan on Aug 5, 2006 7:21:55 GMT -5
Arcan got surprised and stared at this strange fellow. He looked like a clown and by the way he entered this club Arcan guessed that he was some sort of clown. But then he had to consider that he actually had seen the chaos he control. "You got a reason for why i should unleash it?" He said and he heard, like so many times before, that his voice sounded like it belonged to darkness, it was cold and emotionless. But Arcan didn't care. "Do you have any idea what will happen when i unleash it?".
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Post by Jester on Aug 5, 2006 7:30:09 GMT -5
Jester jumped, twisting in the air as he once again defied gravity by standing on the ceiling. "It will fly away like a pretty little bird and live happily ever after?"
This man was a "Chaos mage" but he obviously didn't understand what chaos was all about: Chaos. He kept it ordered, filed and organized into pretty little color coded folders with a row of boring little numbers on them while Logic typed logic things on his logic typewriter so that he could put logic to chaos.
And that Jester could not stand for. He had to save Chaos, stop this evil little hatman from helping Logic defeat her.
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Arcan
Fresh Vampire Bait
Why do i kill you? Because i can...
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Post by Arcan on Aug 5, 2006 16:15:22 GMT -5
Arcan used his magic to lift his chair up in the air until his face was in the same height as the strange clown. "I don't know what you mean but its one thing you don't seem to understand. I can "unleash" chaos and use it's power for my own bidding, but I can't get rid of it. It's a part of me so the only set to get rid of the chaos I use is to kill me. Once I tired to unleash it all because I wanted to get rid of it, and do you want to know what happened?" He made a break for a few seconds in which he used his power to lift his glass on the board and send it to his hand. " Have you heard of the accident in Hiroshima? They said it was a nuclear meltdown and well, it wasn't. You can probably figure the rest out." This clown seemed to be able to use some sort of magic to and he could sense something strange about it. He went deep into himself and finally found the answer. It was chaos. "what about your own magic? shouldn't you let it fly away like a pretty little bird and live happily ever after?".
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Post by Jester on Aug 6, 2006 4:44:41 GMT -5
"NO NO NO!" Jester stomped around, pulling his hair like a child throwing a tantrum "There's Logic again! There's no Chaos in your chaos, it's all neat and ordered. Mine is Chaos, while yours is order dressed up like chaos. It's wrong wrong wrong!"
Jester dropped from the celling, his body slowly falling to the ground. Then he turned, his body moving as though he was swimming. He swam closer to Arcan, paddling as though trying to keep himself above a invisible body of water.
Then he saw it: Logic. Sitting behind Arcan, strings attached to Arcans head as the old man played with his new toy. Logic smiled at Jester, beady little eyes twinkling.
"I see it now. Your Logic's little puppet. I have to free you." He gave a sinister smile, eyes gleaming in anticipation of some fun. A duel against this guy, now that was fun! "Let's go outside of this little house of song and visions. And I'm not talking about that sexy little vixen in the corner. HAHAHAHAHA"
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Arcan
Fresh Vampire Bait
Why do i kill you? Because i can...
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Post by Arcan on Aug 6, 2006 10:20:38 GMT -5
Arcan sat on his chair and stared at the clown. He didn't entirely understand what he meant with "your logics puppet" since logic was the one thing that didn't fit in on him. Well, he guessed that this clown had in some way gotten chaos dependant and then well, turned out like this. And the fact that he refereed to chaos as "her" was one more awkward thing. But one thing was clear, the clown wanted to fight him and he wanted to do it now. Since Arcan didn't have anything to do right now he didn't have any objection to a fight. "Right, let's leave this place" he said as he made his chair go down to the ground again. "By the way, how are you gonna save me from logic?" He said in a sarcastic tune and rose to his feet.
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Post by Jester on Aug 6, 2006 10:40:56 GMT -5
"I'm gonna sing you better!" jester said with a ear to ear grin. Then he pushed away, his body shooting through the air and landing on the middle of the room . A catchy samba beat started to play and Jester started to dance. Then he started to sing. Badly. Like a cat that just got kicked in the balls by a giant...giant?
They call me Cuban Pete I'm the king of the Rumba beat When I play the maracas I go Chick chicky boom Chick chicky boom
Yes sir, I'm Cuban Pete I'm the craze of my native street When I start to dance everything goes Chick chicky boom chick chicky boom
The senoritas they sing And they swing with terampero It's very nice - so full of spice And when they dance in they bring A happy ring that "era keros" Are singing a song All the day long
So if you like the beat Take a lesson from Cuban Pete And I'll teach you to Chick chicky boom Chick chicky boom Chick chicky boom
Suddenly he closed in on a blue skinned female demon, grabbing her and starting to dance a fierce tango with her.
I'm a really modest guy Although I'm the hottest guy In Havana, in Havana
Si, seniorita I know That you would like a chicky-boom-chick
It's very nice - so full of spice I'll place my hand on your hip And if you will just give me your hand Then we shall try Just you and I
He stopped, holding the female demon close as he looked at Arcan. "That didn't work" he dropped the demoness squarely on her ass. "Guess I'll just have to kill you." he shrugged "Do you want margaritas or daiquiris at you funeral?" He pulled his arms to his sides like a cartoon character just about to take off. "Tell me outside" and he was off, a multicolored blur shooting out the door.
He stopped outside, shaking slightly as he came to a abrupt halt. God, Logic's puppet was soooooooo slow. He checked his watch, watching how the watch watched time before showing it's watching for him to watch as the watch ticked along.
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Arcan
Fresh Vampire Bait
Why do i kill you? Because i can...
Posts: 80
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Post by Arcan on Aug 6, 2006 11:48:51 GMT -5
"Al right, now it is certain. the clown is crazy" Arcan thought as he saw the clown fly out of the club. But maybe he could learn a thing or two from a battle with this clown. In all his years Arcan had never encountered such a strange fellow. And since the clown also used chaos this could get interesting. Arcan took his time and started walking towards the door. As he aprotied it he saw the clown-man standing and watching the clock as if he just figured out something which led him to a series of other things that he would have to figure out. Arcan was certain to not let this opportunity go. He went outside and took a step into the darkness which made him disappear. Then he turned up again, right in front of the clown and said: "I would prefer margaritas". At same time as he said this he started to feel the chaos grab him and floating through him with great speed. His eyes started glowing and his power increased. Sure this would be one hell of a battle.
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Post by Jester on Aug 6, 2006 12:01:43 GMT -5
Jester was shocked, starring at the mage. Then he waved, sliding backward while hovering a few inches above the ground. He slowly came to a halt, still floating in the air as if it was the most natural thing to do. Then he reached into his sleeve, rummaging around. He went deeper, and deeper. After a while he looked inside, then he stuck his head through. Finally he was so far in that the arm itself was coming out of the sleeve in blatant disregard for the laws of nature.
Bah, who needs them anyway?
Then a muted voice, as if very far away, was heard from inside the sleeve "Ahh ha!" Jester came shooting back out, dressed in a complete set of armor. Except his one arm, which he quickly tore of like gift wrapping to reveal a silver armored one underneath. Then he reached into his helmet, pulling out a wooden rocking horse and a lance. He sat upon horse and held up the lance.
Suddenly the hose took to the air, charging Arcan. The tip of the lance barely missed as he wooden horse flew past. It turned in the air, coming in to attack again. Jester made a shrill laughing sound, the "HA HA" cutting through the air as the sharp tip of his weapon rushed toward Arcan's face.
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Arcan
Fresh Vampire Bait
Why do i kill you? Because i can...
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Post by Arcan on Aug 6, 2006 16:52:54 GMT -5
Arcan watched the clown do all his crazy things. He didn't really know what to do when the clown actually pulled out a wooden horse and a lance and then charged at him. It was pure luck that he missed him and now he came again. This time Arcan was prepared and wasn't slow to react. Instantly he pulled his hands up and created a invincible barrier between himself and the clown. The barrier wasn't gonna do any real damage to the clown in the amour but It at least gave Arcan a cheap laugh watching the clown smash into it at full speed.
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Post by Jester on Aug 6, 2006 17:06:41 GMT -5
Jester hit the shield, the lance almost bending in half before straighting out and sending poor Jester flying through the air like a silver man-shaped catapult projectile flying through the air like a silver man-shaped catapult projectile. Wait, did his mind just repeat himself? Jester hit himself on the side of the head, now oblivious to the ground that was getting closer.
Then he was painfully reminded of it as he landed headfirst on it, bouncing across it as his armor started to fall off. He got to his feet, swaying wildly as he tried to regain his balance. He pointed a finger at Arcan "That!" his eyes rolled around, as if he had trouble focusing. It seemed Arcan had duplicated himself, the sneaky bastard "Does it!" He seemed to regain his balance, starring at Arcan. He reached into his sleeve once again, this time producing a enormous pair of scissors.
He tried cutting with it a few times, the scissors cleaving through the air with a menacing "Snick". Then he charged, screaming wildly while attempting to cut Arcan in half.
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Arcan
Fresh Vampire Bait
Why do i kill you? Because i can...
Posts: 80
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Post by Arcan on Aug 6, 2006 17:45:04 GMT -5
It seemed as if the duplication worked since Jester attacked the false Arcan while the real Arcan was standing next to him, laughing for himself. After Jester got to the false Arcan he sliced him time and time again and since Arcan didn't feel like ending this now he created some illusionary blood that flew all over the place. Ones the false Arcan fell to the ground the real Arcan created a giant green frog like creature which jumped out from the false Arcans robes and charged Jester. All the time Arcan laughed, he hadn't have so much fun in a long time.
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Post by Jester on Aug 6, 2006 18:04:56 GMT -5
Jester knew it was a illusion. The laughing Arcan next to him kinda gave it away. Unless that was what he wanted him to think. But you could simply not fool a chaos mage with chaos. Jester knew chaos better then many, hard not to when it lived in your head like a ferret curled up between the halves of your brain. But cutting up the illusion (that had all the blood curling screaming of the original) was too much fun.
Suddenly a massive frog leaped from the imaginary corpse. Which brought Jester back to a long time question of his: was illusions in people's heads or actual mirages in the world? It made absolutely no difference but Jester wanted to know. Finally he had decided they were the ghosts of dead cereals given shape. Jester trust the scissors through the frog, spinning around and forming a miniature hurricane. When he stopped, Jester was gone. Instead there stood El hombre dela Muerte, a masked wrestler. His mask was a made in the image of Jester, but with sparkling stuff. He stood there, looking menacing in his revealing tights and well oiled body.
Then he charged, leaping at Arcan in a dazzling combination of aerial acrobatics before turning it into a attempted elbow smash.
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Arcan
Fresh Vampire Bait
Why do i kill you? Because i can...
Posts: 80
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Post by Arcan on Aug 6, 2006 18:33:19 GMT -5
Arcan saw Jester spin around and become the huge wrestler wearing a Jester mask. He was prepared for an attack and when Jester jumped towards him Arcan instantly levitated and ended up floating above the wrestler who made an elbow strike where Arcan had been. Arcan now held both his hands up and suddenly a lot of lightning strike down from the sky, all hitting near and around jester. "dance" Arcan said as he made the bolts hit dangerously close to the wrestler. Suddenly Arcan noticed that allot of daemons/people had went outside the club to watch their fight, some where even betting on who would win this. Arcan had to do something showy. He reached out his hands and made a series of lightning bolts hit in the same place above them, forming small balls of electricity. The light from the bolts made Arcan look quite spectacular as he was standing in the air. Then he sent out the bolts and let even more bolts rain from the sky and hit really near Jester. If he didn't dance then the bolts would hit him.
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