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Post by Nusha on Nov 6, 2009 13:57:23 GMT -5
Emmy popped out from behind Johnny suddenly. "Don't worry, Veronica. Everything will be just fine, hm?"
Looking around, she frowned. Placing a hand on her hip, near the butt of her gun, she looked at Veronica. "How about I make you a big promise?"
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Post by citizenmike on Nov 6, 2009 14:01:47 GMT -5
Johnny could have sworn his heart skipped a couple beats the moment Eminor popped out behind him. He was pretty close to drawing out his gun and pointing at her... Jesus, it could have been one of those fucking clowns.
"Christ kid, you nearly gave me a heart attack back there.", Johnny said.
Veronica gave Eminor a smile; her promise brought some amusement and honesty to Veronica at such a trying time. "Thank you, Eminor.", Veronica replied softly. "Where did you come from?".
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Post by Nusha on Nov 6, 2009 14:04:20 GMT -5
"I'll promise you that if it's the last thing I do, I'll find your daughter, I'll find the little peice of shit that's done this, and I'll fix all of this up for you."
Looking at Johnny, she raised an eyebrow. "Edgy, much? I was walking behind you the entire time." She paused, turned, and coughed; a long, long coughing fit. She cleared her throat and turned back at Veronica and Johnny with a smile. "I was about the place."
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Post by citizenmike on Nov 6, 2009 14:06:15 GMT -5
Johnny motioned himself a few feet away from Veronica and lit a cigarette. "You know, kid.", Johnny began. "It's things like that'll most likely kill me early.".
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Post by Nusha on Nov 6, 2009 14:08:18 GMT -5
Emmy laughed, coughing some more in between. "No, it's smoking like that that'll kill you", she said with a wide grin as she reached out and swiftly grabbed it from his mouth, stepping back so he couldn't grab it back.
"So, what's with this whole thing?", she asked, motioning to the carnival. "It's...uh..."
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Post by citizenmike on Nov 6, 2009 14:30:26 GMT -5
Johnny remembered how hard it was to get the cigarette back from Eminor that last time outside the firestation. "You do know that your hand's about to smell like an ashtray, right?", Johnny sarcastically quipped.
Veronica laughed again. "You know Johnny, considering that I can't smoke until this baby's born, you ought to ditch the habbit for a few months and suffer with me.". Veronica paused... Until the baby's born... Until the baby's born.
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Post by Nusha on Nov 6, 2009 14:32:24 GMT -5
"Yeah, Johnny, quit the habit", said Emmy as she took a drag out of it. "When all this shit's cleaned up", she said, waving her hand about in the general direction of the carnival, "We're gonna go baby shopping, Veronica. I'm gonna get her shoes and dresses and little hair ribbons!"
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Post by citizenmike on Nov 6, 2009 14:35:55 GMT -5
Veronica smiled at Eminor; she was doing a good job at keeping her spirits high. "Thank you.", Veronica replied softly; she meant it, completely, in every sense.
Johnny looked at Veronica, Eminor, and Fluer. "Let's go find our baby!".
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Post by Nusha on Nov 6, 2009 14:40:46 GMT -5
"Indeed, let's, no more time to waste."
As she started walking around, one could still hear her mumbling...
"...and toys, and little socks, and scarves and jumpers and tank tops and onezies and hats and jewelry..."
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Geinkotsu
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Post by Geinkotsu on Nov 6, 2009 15:22:16 GMT -5
Zachery watched the scenery bellow as he came towards the large main tent. There was another car ahead, and full of Mindless. “Tch! Bastard.” he quickly reacted, using his spell to melt the tracks ahead. The rollercoaster car he was on suddenly stop, causing him to fly forward and hit the next one. There was a hollow smack as he landed on the parked car, the mindless were all dressed in strange clown clothing and other freaky cloths. He pulled himself up from the side and looked to the side of the tracks, the tent was close. Zachery had his sights on the main tent. Suddenly the car lurched forward, slowly making clicking sounds as it made it’s way up a large hill. The peril just never ended. He held onto the car with his strength as he dangled there, the car getting higher until it reached the top. It paused for a moment, then rushed down, Zachery was barely able to hold on.
He could always try using his fire as a propelling source to fly, but he had never tried it before. He would pass the tent if it kept going like this. “Better now than never.” He jumped off the car and quickly mumbled an incantation, fire erupted from him and he shot forward. The fire blazing through the dark skies, looking like a large ball of fire. He flew past buildings, almost hitting a few, his balance unsteady. He was only a few blocks from the large towering tent. Zachery curved around the curb and saw the entrance of the tent at the bottom. He smirked, but then suddenly his fire went out. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” He fell from the sky and tumbled into the tent, crashing into a large mirror inside. The shards flew from the mirror and scattered across the floor.
Zachery rubbed his head and sat up in the pile of glass, examining the area and damage. He had crashed inside the tent, and a few mirrors. Around him were hundreds of mirrors, like a confusing maze. He looked towards the entrance and saw a few holes in the mirrors where he had forced his way through. Blood dripped from the fragments as they had cut into him. It was strangely dark on the inside, deformed lights coming from unknown sources. He would have to make his way to the top to try and find the culprit, and who knew what was on the higher levels just waiting for him.
He wiped away the blood from his cheek and stood up. He had cuts all over him, his shirt was ripped too. “Damn.. This was new.” Zachery mumbled as he examined the shirt. Ripped the shreds. His jeans were in the same condition. He pried a few pieces of mirror shards out of his skin and continued through the maze, looking around to make sure no one suddenly came from one of the mirrors and tried to slit his throat. The mirrors made it hard to navigate through to the stairs, wherever they were. “Too distracting.” He threw a few fireballs at the mirrors, but they completely evaporated. Fire retardant. He smiled slightly. “A smart bastard.”
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Post by Trace on Nov 6, 2009 21:50:18 GMT -5
During the time that the residents had been speaking Maz had crouched down and placed a hand on the floor. He and Viscum had originally been surprised when the entire city began to change, but they had both quickly sensed magic and work and had seen stranger sights than this in their life. Within seconds Maz had gotten to work, channeling magic through the city to determine the source of this crazed circus.
"It's that Psycho alright," Maz said, his eyes still closed as he crouched close to the ground, his hair moving by itself as a result of the magic running through his body, almost like being blown by a non existent breeze. "It's not permanent magic by any means, but we'll need to head for the source."
Viscum turned towards Johnny, Veronica and the others, a serious expression on his face. He knew that they had to get Sara back, to send her back to her own time before something bad happened. She didn't belong here, and he knew all too well what could happen if she remained in this time.
"We need to get her back," Viscum spoke directly to Veronica, considering her to be the most level headed of the residents present. "And it isn't going to be easy, this is demonic magic at work here, and without some trickery of our own we're not going to have a chance."
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Rosa was still shocked at her encounter with the figure from her past when suddenly the entire city became one giant dark circus. Rosa was surprised at first, but then figured that panic and surprise wasn't going to help her get to the bottom of whatever was happening here.
"He'll have to wait," Rosa said, referring to her encounter. "Right now, there's bigger things at hand to deal with."
Flames erupted around Rosa as she once again used her powers to lift herself from the ground and propel herself into the air in the direction of the center of the magical energy.
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Post by maliciousmatt on Nov 6, 2009 21:54:31 GMT -5
“Oh! It’s my fiery fiancé!!” Mr. Psycho’s voice echoed through the mirrors, suddenly all of the mirrors started to shift and warp. Then the hideous image was finally portrayed, Mr. Psycho’s face was on all of the mirrors. “Well hello there, whatever you’re looking for you are not going to find it Whitey. You can only find something that wants to be found… and frankly, I’m just not ready yet!” All of the mirrors say the same sentence, but they say it at different times. Then they all start to laugh hysterically, the laughter begins to slowly rise in volume, it continues to get ear piercing loud, and the fact that the laughter is echoing off of the mirrors is not helping.
A crowd of disfigured clowns walk around the corner; they all stare at Eminor, Maz, Viscum Johnny, Veronica and Fluer. They all start to vibrate as they giggle. “I’m sorry party people,” Says the clown missing his bottom jaw, his tongue flaps around as he speaks to them “But we’re here to make sure you do not find your baby…. ever!” a chorus of laughter erupts from all of them. Suddenly they bring out a large circus cannon, one of the clowns jumps inside of it. A loud explosion fills the air, a clown is launched at full speed aimed at the small group of heroes, and the clown flaps his arms around as if he’s trying to fly as he heads towards the group at an exploding pace.
“Great!” He cheered, he then exited the room, he was thinking about all of the plans he had in store for the great Animus, and how they were going so very well. But he did not have time to celebrate just yet, he had to things to do, people to mess with and distract. And right now he needed two certain clowns that he had something BIG planned for, Tommy and Mr. Happy.
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Post by citizenmike on Nov 6, 2009 22:27:54 GMT -5
Even before Johnny could draw out his hand gun, he took the weight of the flying clown as it crashed hard over him. Johnny lay on the sidewalk, gasping, struggeling for air, while that clown... That fuckin' payaso.
Crawling back, up Johnny kept his eyes on the laughing payaso, when suddenly, the damn clown's head popped right before him; blood splattered across his face, across his clothes, across the street, and over the walls of the tent that was once a tea shop beside him.
Gazing up, Johnny saw Veronica. His angel; the one he swore to spend eternity crawling next to if it meant she'd be safe. Johnny looked up at her, to find a mean look across her face, the kind'a look that read, enough's enough, and her hands, both of them, locked on opposite ends of a damn hand cannon... A fuckin' .45 Johnny didn't remember a moment where he wanted her more, it was as if she was triggering something, an attraction woven deep within him.
"Johnny, is everything alright?", Veronica asked; her voice echoing a thousand times within him on repeat.
It took Johnny several moments to reply, "Yeah Roth, I'm fine.".
Veronica looked quickly at Maz and Viscum, not being able to acknowledge their presence and concern on account of the clowns. "We're going to find her. We just have to find Mr. Psycho first.".
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Nov 6, 2009 23:05:40 GMT -5
Tommy was following Mr. Happy through the twisting alleys, and carnival tents of the new Animus city. Not knowing where he was being lead, the only notion that Mr. Happy was giving that let Tommy know he still acknowlegded his presence was he would turn back to face Tommy every once in a while and intice him to follow with gestures of his fingers and whisperings of encouragemnt followed by flashed giggling. "This is all Mr. Psycho.." Tommy kept telling himself, he wasn't angry, sad or discouraged in any way. Tommy was never going to be a leader, a first lieutenent at the most. Either way Tommy kept up with Mr. Happy for he seemed to know Mr. Psycho's location and Tommy was more than willing to serve. Clowns everywhere, jittering uncontrollably, hating their very existense. There was no escape for what they have become, Tommy knew this and smiled at the thought that now they know what is't like. Following Mr. Happy's large shape, they passed a couple of openings leading into a larger scene of the carnival. From where Tommy was it looked like Johnny, Veronica and the others. Just as he was about to go meet them Mr. Happy turned instantly, gliding at a frightening speed that took Tommy off guard, his eyes were blazing and pure hate. "NO TOMMY!" He screamed, "If you were to look further on you would see that clowns are already greeting your friends, we have more pressing issues to attend to." Tommy was going to protest, when Mr. Happy struck him hard and pulled him in front, he was now being herded on. Tommy just wanted answers.
Further down the back alleys of the carnival the clowns came across a 'Know Your Future' machine with the mechanical genie inside. Tommy wanted to test it, he loved these machines but Mr. Happy wouldn't let him. Instead he ripped out the carpet that the machine was sitting on chanting something Tommy could only recognise as Voodoo as purple dust was blown all over it. "Get on Tommy. And sit down." Mr. Happy commanded. Tommy stepped on, and sat cross-legged. Mr. Happy took his place behind Tommy and in an instant the carpet jolted, levitating for a second then in a flash it set off. Up into the air, higher and higher. Tommy was exstatic, this was amazing! "Not long 'till we find the Psycho now Tommy my sweet.. Just hold on.." Mr. Happy told him with a wink as the carpet sped off through the stormy skies, both clowns laughing insanely.
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Post by Geinkotsu on Nov 6, 2009 23:37:00 GMT -5
Zachery covered his ears and gritted his teeth as the laughter was deafening. This wasn’t what he imagined a rescue mission as, it wasn’t even close to what he imagined. “Would you shut up!” He shouted. He burst in flames and shattered the mirrors from the intense explosion, the frame slowly melting. The laugher still echoed around the room even though the mirrors were destroyed. The frames bent and distorted in disgustingly melted ways. Zachery narrowed his eyes and walked forward, wanting to destroy the source of laughter, his temper was getting the better of him. He came across the corner and found a speaker, he stomped on it, crushing and breaking it under his force. But there were more speakers hidden in the room. “Fucking Bastard.” He growled. The laughter was annoying and brain rattling, to the point where it could deafen one for at least a half hour. Zachery kicked down the frame and walked over the cracked and obliterated mirror fragments. He wasn’t messing around anymore, and he was going to get to the top of this damned building if it were the last thing he ever did. Which, so far, there was a good chance that could happen.
He crushed a few more speakers until the taunting laughter was at a minimum, he had destroyed most of the mirrors in the process. His temper was one that gave him strength, but it was also his weakness. However, there were few able to get the better of his temper. Most people he was able to ignore and didn’t care less, others could annoy him to a point that he wanted to rip their throat out for just speaking to him. Oddly, he’s never done that… yet. Zachery looked around, trying to find a stair case in the mess he had caused. He had to find Sara in this large tower of a tent before something happened to her. It was something his heart told him he had to do.
Zachery spotted a doorway across the way, inside it was glowing blue. He quickly made his way over to it, going around the still standing mirror frames and going in the door, coming face to face with a large shark with hooks in it’s mouth, making it smile. He was close to falling into a large tank of freaky smiling sharks. And they were great whites. The first one tried to snap him in half, making him jump back. “Crazy bastard!” Zachery shouted, utterly pissed off he had to go through this to save some girl he didn’t know for these people who he didn’t know, and whom didn’t know him. He cursed under his breath and examined the room. He had to be kidding…
The room was a large underground fish tank made up of killer great white sharks and sting rays with large smiley faces painted on them. “This is fucked up.” Zachery mumbled. Hanging above on the roof were trapezes across the tank. He wasn’t good with gymnastics or any of that crap… and he was out of kido for flying across the tank with his fire, he had to wait until he could gather some more Life Energy. “I better at least get a thank you for putting my life on the line for this kid…” Zachery mumbled, then jumped for the first trapeze. Two of the sharks jumped from the water as he just barely caught onto the bar, one of the shark grabbing his shoe, sinking its teeth into his foot and ripping his shoe and some flesh off. Zachery pulled himself up onto the bar and gritted his teeth. Large teeth wounds were gouged into his left foot, and ripped open from the shark being pulled down back to the water by gravity.
“If I get my hands on you, you’re going to wish you were dead!” Zachery shouted. He hated this, he didn’t want to do this. But the good always got the best of him. He would rather just screw it and leave the others to go through this for their child. However, he couldn’t just let go of a living person like that when the situation could be life or death. Zachery hung with his arm over the bar, foot bleeding and dripping into the waters bellow, further provoking the sharks.
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