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Post by cyansky on Nov 7, 2009 1:18:25 GMT -5
Syl gasped in fright as its favourite tea shop turned into a circus, and as Krue hastily dragged it out of it. And with no time to spare too. A clown had suddenly appeared from behind them and attempted to throw a glowing green pie at them. Luckily, Kure had pulled it out of the way in the nick of time, out of the path of that nasty pie. It splattered against the tent, rapidly chewing a hole through the fabric.It really scared it… especially as the clown that threw it began cackling madly, an insane grin on his face, a grin bearing a striking similarity to that of Tommy Tyrant. This clown obviously wasn’t Tommy Tyrant or his new friend, but the resemblance was so very freaky… that Syl couldn’t even stand looking at him. It clung onto Kure, eyes wide.
“Welcome to The Circus of Animus!”
That voice… Mr. Psycho’s, no doubt… Syl had met him before a few times, and it found him completely nuts and insane. A truly terrifying person, and his voice was proof of it. If Syl was human, it would sent shivers down its spine. What was worse was that the entire streets were now filled with freaks. Women with bent backs and twisted limbs, a macabre version of beauty, cannibals of both genders, clowns of all colours and levels of insanity… it was literally insane. Syl was terrified at the sheer variety of mutilations and deformities that the once-mindless now had sprouted. It was terrifying…
“Kure! I’m so… Please… I don’t want to be here… but if the entire city is like this… I don’t think that we’ll have anywhere to hide!”
Syl hugged Kure tightly, tears streaming down its eyes. BOOM! A booth was knocked over, collapsing onto the ground in one ruined heap. The green faced clown that had thrown the pie at them had emerged from the tent, cackling. In one hand, he held another green glowing pie, and just within Syl’s view, it saw a stack of dozens more waiting to be thrown. It shrieked in surprise as he pulled his arm back in a similar fashion to a baseball pitcher, his cackling turning into mad laughter. He was aiming right at them.
“KURE!” yelled Syl.
With all its might, it pushed Kure away. Turning towards the clown, it materialized a dagger-like windblade. The clown leaned back, then as quick as lighting sent the ball hurtling towards Syl with frightening speed. Syl tried to throw the windblade at the pie to destroy it, but it was too late. Just as the windblade left Syl’s hand, it collided with the pie.
BOOM!
The pie exploded in a toxic green cloud of smoke and toxic contents, with Syl near the epicentre of the explosion. Its resulting shriek reverberated throughout the area. It intertwined with the clown’s mad laughing. The pain… it was… Syl couldn’t take it! It could feel the toxic liquid and gas eating away at its lungs and skin, as it writhed and screamed in pain. It could feel its insides… slowly… melting… let the pain stop!
Kiel heard Syl’s screech very clearly, and especially well considering their link. The immense pain of its sibling was enough to stop Kiel’s flight, causing it to clutch at its head in pain. It had to get there, fast… before the damage would be far beyond repair. Taking a deep breath, it fought against its sibling’s mental pain as it steadily flew to their location, desperately hoping that it could get there in time… for Syl’s sake.
“SYL!” it yelled, “HANG IN THERE!”
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It was a several minutes before Asri gathered the will to take a deep breath and leave the roof of the skyscraper-turned-brightly-coloured-clown-tent. He had to carry out Kiel’s requests… it was a necessity for him… like an order he had to obey, even if it was technically his choice on whether to obey them or not. Asri would do anything for Kiel, and if it meant facing up against his fears, so be it. Concentrating wholly at the task at hand, and nothing else, Asri stood and walked toward the roof of the tent, spreading his wings and flying out to meet the main group.
It didn’t take him long to find them. Kiel had a way of keeping an eye on anything important that went on the city. Which was usually when the residents bunched together into large groups. That would almost definitely spell out another grand adventure. In any other case, Kiel was simply figuring out a multitude of ways to navigate the city and to repair whatever parts of it that caught its interest. Hence why it was easy for Asri to find the group huddled in the midst of number of circus tents, mindless-turned-freaks roaming around. He landed at the rear of the group, within sight, before quickly retracting his wings.
Now was the hard part. Asri dislike large crowds… his curse granted him resistance to the most horrible of ailments, but also made him a potent carrier. Crowds often made spreading disease easier. Hence why he preferred to avoid them whenever possible, but now, he had no choice.
“Great… right when I finally get here, there’s a fight brewing…” he muttered to himself, “just my day…”
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Post by Geinkotsu on Nov 7, 2009 2:32:43 GMT -5
Kankure turned around as he saw the clown, but was quickly shoved away by Syl. He landed on the pavement with a thud, loosing the breath from his lungs. He quickly regained his breath and sat up, seeing Syl on the ground, literally smoking and sizzling from the poisons. “SYL!” Kankure quickly got up and ran over to it. “Syl!” He shouted, not knowing whether or not to touch it. Tears started to whelm up in his eyes and spill over. “I’ll do something, just don’t die!” he looked around, unable to see anything to help. The clown started laughing again, picking up another one of its deadly green pies, aiming it at them.
Kankure got up and tackled the clown, bringing it down and it dropped the pie. It fell to the ground as they did, and on contact, it exploded, sending the two tumbling away. Kankure landed on his stomach, large gashes throbbing in his right arm and burn marks on his neck and cheek. It burned, the wounds sizzling from the poison. He lay there for a moment, trying to suck it up and try to help Syl. But he couldn’t do much but tackle the clown a few times until he had no more strength to put up a fight. But even so, Kankure stood up holding his arm, glaring at the clown as tears fell down it’s face. The clown was getting back up, laughing sadistically, the laugh run evil and its smile curved. Kankure leapt at it, bringing it to the ground and giving it a swift and hard punch to the face. The clown quickly lost consciousness, along with loosing a few teeth. Kankure stood up, breathing heavily, the poison already coursing through his veins and felt like fire. He gritted his teeth and walked back over to Syl. “Don’t worry, I’ll help..” He said, gently scooping Syl in his arms even though he felt like he could pass out at any moment from the intense pain.
He stood there for a moment, then walked towards the park. He had to try and get some of the poison off its skin, and there was a concession stand in the park with water bottles and other liquids. He held Syl in his arms, slowly making his way through the park, each step seemingly harder to take. He saw the empty concession stand ahead, but so far away. Kankure was panting, tired, out of energy, in pain, and overwhelmed with sadness. “Almost… there.” He breathed. As soon as he was close enough, and seemingly safe from clown attacks, he set Syl down on the grass, gently brushing its hair from its face. “Just be still, I’ll try and help.” Kankure got up and ran over to the concession stand, prying the doors open and looking for water. He found a few bottles, but needed more.
Kankure tore through the entire thing, making a slight mess, but he couldn’t care at the moment. He grabbed all the water bottles he could find and rushed back over to Syl. “I know this’ll hurt, but please bare with me.” He said and gently took Syl’s arm, pouring some of the water over it and tenderly brushing his hand over its skin. It was probably going to burn incredibly as he touched the wounds, but it was the only way to get the poison off as much as possible. The entire time, Kankure was silently crying, tears streaming down his face as he tried to help Syl. “It’ll be alright. Just stay awake.” he said as he moved onto it’s other arm and then chest and neck, gently pouring the water of it’s skin to get the liquid poison off. Which seemed to be working for the most part. But he couldn’t figure out how to get it out of his blood, lungs, stomach. He didn’t know how to make antidotes or cures. He could only hope that Syl could last a bit longer with the poison of it’s skin.
He took off his Haori and soothingly dabbed its skin, drying the water off so it was more comfortable. He had to at least help him in any means he could, even if it meant trying to give it a bit more comfort to relax Syl even the slightest. Kankure wiped away his tears, sniffling slightly as he took off his Hakama and wrapped Syl in it so it wasn’t cold, leaving Kankure in his pants and sandals. “I’m sure someone will come, just hold on a little longer.” Kankure whispered, tenderly running his fingers through its long black hair. His cheeks were stains with tears from crying, his eyes held worry as he couldn’t do anything but sit there with Syl in his arms.
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Post by childofthehunt on Nov 7, 2009 11:23:27 GMT -5
"Sacré bleu!" Fleur exclaimed, when the clown's head exploded before her.
She was lucky enough not to be anywhere near their attacker or she would've been covered with dead clown bits and blood. Her eyes looked at Veronica who fired the shot. She wanted to come to Johnny's aid but Veronica beat her to it.
Fleur stood there, not knowing what to do. She looked at the new arrivals discreetly. They all seemed trust worthy.
"This Mr.Psycho characters on us. He and his minions would do anything to stop us." She finally uttered with her french accent.
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Post by cyansky on Nov 7, 2009 12:35:43 GMT -5
Kiel flew quickly toward the part, where it had last sensed Syl. It had to hurry; many of the benefits of their link were only active when both of them were conscious. It looked worried, but otherwise not panicked. Kiel had trained for years to keep its emotions under control, so that it wouldn’t be an emotional mess like its sibling. Syl was so sensitive that it sometimes needed to be handed with kid gloves and like a sweet, innocent child rather than as an adult. In a way, its failure to totally grow up was an endearing trait to Kiel, and its innocence was worth its weight in gold (figuratively speaking). Kiel’s head hurt as it felt Syl slipping away, its consciousness retreating deep into its mind, out. The only parts left active were its automatic functions, which were trying desperately to keep it alive. Even they were not enough. Syl was dying.
The thought made Kiel accelerate in speed. It had to get to Syl, and fast! Before it faded away completely and Kiel had to start all over. Mr. Psycho was truly insane, and lucky too… of all poisons, the one contained in the pie was one that Syl was vulnerable against – anti-magic poison. Its body was made out of magic and water… it didn’t stand a chance on its own! Kiel knew an antidote for this, but it had to administer it quickly. This wasn’t the first time Syl was poisoned, nor the first time it danced in the hands of death.
It quickly landed in front of Kure, winds swirling around it. The leaves of the nearby trees rustled, as stray leaves and sticks flew around wildly. The ends of Kiel’s scarf waved around unpredictably, a sign of agitation on its part. Quickly… It had to act fast!
As stepped towards Syl, it saw Kure as he held it in his arms, tears streaming down his cheeks. How long had it been since they had last scene each other? Years of inter-dimensional travel and changing calendars had made it very difficult for Kiel to keep track of time… Memories flashed back to Kiel, of their time on Earth, how he had first met them, how he had confessed his love for Syl for the first time, all the adventures they went on… It was touching, really. Kure was truly a man of his word… all through this time, he had kept his promise to Syl, to always be there for it, and that even if they were separated, they would find each other once again. Even now, that still held true… even now, Kiel could sense a small link between Kure and Syl, a link that they didn’t even know existed, due to Syl’s amnesia and Kure… Well, the last time Kiel had tried to explain the concept to it, Kure didn’t seem to completely get it… it was complicated. So, very complicated. The beauty of it was that it worked both ways, and Kiel wondered on when Kure would figure out how to use it to further help protect Syl.
Even so, the sight of Kure there, sitting on a bench while cradling Syl, in the midst of the brightly coloured leaves of the nearby trees… Even in Mr. Psycho’s madness, it was still an oddly reassuring sight. Even if Kure could do nothing to help Syl, at least he stayed by it, cared for it, and judging by his wounds, probably even protected it. That was something that Kiel greatly appreciated… and that it wouldn’t forget.
Kiel approached Kure, smiling warmly, yet still worried for Syl.
“Kure… is that really you?”
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Post by Geinkotsu on Nov 7, 2009 13:24:14 GMT -5
Kankure looked up as Kiel landed in front of him and Syl. How did it know his name? Was this another person he had met before? He couldn’t remember. “H-How do you know me?” Kankure asked, he was scared and vulnerable, and he couldn’t do anything for Syl. “You have to help. Syl got hurt and I don’t know what to do!” he said quickly, tears starting to stream down his face again. “I can’t do anything and he’s dying!” He held Syl close, he didn’t want to loose it, it was the only person that had any hope of helping bring back his memories. He was so innocent and vulnerable, unable to protect someone properly or even think of killing someone. This Kankure was a stranger to anyone he had once known before. He was acting like a child with nothing to do but watch. He was his self before the incident, as if it never happened yet. He was his vulnerable shy self that didn’t want to talk to anyone unless he liked the person right away, everyone else he would shy back from.
So far, he had avoided large groups of people and even Kiel and Asri. He didn’t want to meet new people, he just wanted to talk with Syl. It was like a piece of family he never got the chance to spend time with. “Please help me.” Kankure pleaded Kiel. Showing obvious signs that he didn’t know Kiel, that he didn’t remember it or Asri or anyone else. It had only remembered some of his and Syl’s encounters and walking in a strange Settlement. Other than that everything else was a blank for him.
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Zachery pulled himself up a bit so he wasn’t hanging bait for the sharks, which had stolen his shoe. He grimaced as he stood on the bar, deciding on the best way to reach the next trapeze. Jumping was only a chance of getting to the next one, swinging would have the chance of getting bitten again. He couldn’t tell why he was risking his life for a little girl he didn’t know. Perhaps it was guilt for leaving her with the clowns and Mr. P, or it could have been he couldn’t allow anything like this to happen to anyone as innocent as her. She shouldn’t have to go through the same thing he did, watching people die without having any effect to stop it.
Zachery took a breath and held the rope, he would rather jump then get bitten, but if he fell then it might mean the end. Well, it could be worse, the trapezes could be slicked with oil… He held onto the rope, then jumped off the bar, reaching for the next one. He grabbed it with one hand, almost slipping and plunging to the death filled waters. The sharks swirled in circles bellow, then suddenly catapulted from the water and tried to bite him. Zachery lifted himself up, just barely missing. He could feel the shark’s breath on his foot as it snapped its jaws shut. He glared and kicked it in the face as it fell, causing a large splash bellow. 'I just hope she’s alright by the time I get there…’ he thought, making his way to the next bar. This was insane, but not unexpected. It was natural for someone to add obstacles so that they didn’t get to Mr. P or Sara.
“Don’t worry. I’m coming to get you.” He muttered, pulling himself up onto the bar. His foot was stinging from the pain. The gashes bleeding even worse as he stood on it, the sharks weren’t helping his chances of getting to Sarah either. Zachery slicked back his hair and sat on the trapeze, swinging it so he could get a better reach. As soon as he got close enough, he jumped off and grabbed onto the bar, swinging to the next one. He was finally getting the hang of this, but not enough to be a professional or want to ever do this again. He passed the next few and jumped off the last, landing on solid ground. But not very comfortably.
He groaned as he lay on his stomach, trying to catch his breath. This was getting troublesome. And the next floors were almost guaranteed to be worse than this. Zachery sat up and looked at the tank behind him, the sharks still agitated and blood thirsty. “No Zach Snack for you fatties.” He said a bit cheerfully, happy to have gotten past them. “Have fun on your diet.” He stood up and limped through the door, leaving bloody marks on the floor from his foot as he walked. The next obstacle was going to be even worse than the last and probably even more demented.
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Post by maliciousmatt on Nov 7, 2009 18:50:03 GMT -5
“Hello there Whitey!” A huge clown was standing in the next room, staring at Zachery. “I’ve been waiting for you, and I’m sort of annoyed you took so long, you almost missed the ride!” The clown screamed, it opened its mouth to show the teeth that lived within it. Several rows of sharp jagged teeth surrounded its mouth; it looked like a disturbing mechanism. He suddenly waved his arm, and the blindly light shot into action. Suddenly they were in a tunnel and a small boat was waiting for them in a river, the boat had a large smiling face on it. “Well hey there buddy!” The boat said in a cheerful tone “Come on! We have to go down the tunnel of love...” The boats eyes stared down the long dark tunnel, “Oh, and watch your step, we wouldn’t want you falling in!” The boat added, with a hint of worry in its voice. The liquid the boat was floating in was a dark grimacing colour; it stunk like chemicals as it bubbled maliciously. The big clown then tried to shove Zachery into the boat. “Have a great ride...” It started to giggle insanely. They shark that took Zachery’s shoe started to twist and warp in the water, it had transformed into a freakish clown shark, it slid out of the tank and disappeared into the shadows with the shoe.
The clowns start to laugh relentlessly, they had a sick plan in mind, and they watched the residents talk amongst each other about the first clown. It had exploded all over Johnny and they thought this was simple hilarious, another clown came through the crowd. He had sharp metal spikes planted all over his head, he knew what they had planned and he gladly jumped into the cannon, all of the other clowns started to cheer. An explosion filled the air as the second clown was launched at the residents, aimed at Veronica this time. As this happened, two more clowns wearing potato sacks in their head wrestled their way out of the crowd, they both had very evil scythes. They started to swing them wildly as they ran at the group, “Your child belongs to us now!!” They screamed. Behind these two clowns came three more, wearing wielding masks, they started to ignite the flamethrowers that they were carrying.
Mr. Psycho laughed hysterically. “Ohh, this is just deliciously fun!” He was wearing a Ringmaster outfit, complete with top hat, his sharp smiled gleamed at everyone’s suffering, he knew as soon as he tried this they would come to the “rescue” but if they just left him alone, it would be fine. This all was merely a distraction. “Now to get rid of these gender confused beings...” Mr. Psycho held his machine in the air, it hummed with appreciation, and it loved being this powerful.
The sky rumbled and started to laugh hysterically, a massive lightning bolt ripped its way through the crowd of clouds, the bold was aimed directly at Mr. Happy and Tommy. It hit them, a bright explosion of transformation filled the sky like a firework, and it sent the two painted heroes hurtling to the hard ground. The place shuddered with impact, a purpled residue floated above where the clowns had landed, where had they landed? Near Syl, Kankure and Kiel.
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Post by cyansky on Nov 7, 2009 20:55:09 GMT -5
Kiel sat down next to Kure and gently hugged him. From his behaviour and mannerisms, it was obvious that he didn’t remember it. Ah, well, so it couldn’t be helped. Even so Kiel didn’t forget him nor what he had done for Syl.
“Don’t worry, Kure,” said Kiel, “we once knew each other in the past; you were like a brother to me. And I appreciated what you did for Syl, to love, to protect it….”
It put a hand on his shoulder as it pulled away.
“My name is Kiel Kazarashi,” said Kiel, “I’m Syl’s eldest sibling. And of course I’ll help. Syl… means the world to me… I’d do anything for it.”
Kiel then took out a few of the bottles out of the concession stand and laid them beside it. It then looked forward as a blue touch screen appeared in front of it, above his right hand. Runes flew by on it, as thin silver threads held it just above Kiel’s fingers. These threads were what connected the screen to Syl’s aura, which would allow Kiel to review the contents of it. For a few minutes, Kiel watched as the runes flew by, slowing down some and quickening the speed on other parts of its observation. Before it could make an effective cure, it had to figure out exactly what the poison was doing to Syl, and how. These runes were the key to finding out why.
What Kiel found was nothing good. The poison worked by disrupting certain mechanisms embedding in Syl’s scripting and slowing down the rate at which it could process any type of information. This resulting in many of its processes slowing to a snail’s pace, and combined with the errors it was causing in other areas, it was not good. If Syl was not treated quickly, it would die. Its lungs, stomach and blood were already highly contaminated, the shock of which probably caused Syl’s usual personality to go offline.
“Oh, dear,” said Kiel, “this is bad. Syl’s blood is so contaminated that it can barely even function! I have to get the antidote ready, NOW!”
It then opened one of the water bottles, tilting it downwards so that the water fell to the ground. Well, almost. Before it reached the ground, though, it suddenly stopped and curled itself into a ball, like a large water droplet or orb. A cut appeared on Kiel’s wrist, leaking out its magic, which immediately went to mix with the water. A few moments later, when enough was transferred, the cut healed. Kiel instead set out to manipulate the magic that it had transferred into the water to a suitable antidote. It was a complicated process, really. As magical beings, Syl and Kiel’s magic lay in their blood, which was pure magic mixed with water. Hence, if Kiel could manipulate the magic, it could change the properties of the water to counteract that of the anti-magic poison. It was a complicated art, which was why Kiel usually let Asri do the healing. But now, it had no choice.
It looked at Kure as the ball of water began to change.
“I’ll be able to save Syl,” said Kiel, “but the bad news is that its usual persona, the innocent Syl that you know and love, is offline now and won’t be able to come back until this is all done and over with. It still has to recover from the shock of the poison. So after I administer the antidote, I’ll activate one of its other personas, so there’ll be some change in personality on Syl’s part, but otherwise it’ll be fine.”
It was then when it heard a deep rumbling sound, and down came the two clowns. They landed there as if out of nowhere, with that strange purple residue floating above them. How troublesome.
“Great. Looks like we have company.”
Kiel finished the antidote and quickly administered it to Syl, opening its mouth and letting the liquid flow in. Syl took it readily, and soon the antidote was coursing through its veins, healing it. Its work done, it then stepped forward and faced the two clowns.
“What the hell are you two doing here?”
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Nov 7, 2009 21:44:49 GMT -5
The carpet was racing through the sky when the storm seemed to cackle, in an instant the carpet was torn through by a bolt of lightening and the clowns plummeted down to the ground below. With a crash the two clowns smacked into the ground, making a crater beneath them. A purple mist was floating around them, when the clowns came to they realized who they had crashed nearby. Syl, Kankure and Kiel. “What the hell are you two doing here?” But when the clowns tried to come back with something snide, immature and pointless all that came out was giggling and hiccups. As they looked to eachother they started to feel strange. "You're looking kinda fat Tommy." "Me fat? Look at yourself! Your bursting!" It was true the clowns were starting to grow, uncontrollably. Not only in weight but size and muscle aswell. Their skin started to turn green and deformed and they started to hunch and stoop. Their voices got deeper and more monstrous, their laughter was disgusting to listen to. Soon they were over 20 stories high, they had turned into giants. When the monstrous clowns had stopped changing they looked around, "Hey I can see my house from up here!" They both laughed horrendously. Mr. Happy held out his hand as a sickly, oozing green ball formed in his hand as he hurled it at a small group of clowns on the ground, instantly they started to burn and scream in pain. Tommy tried it and shot his ball at a nearby tent, soon enough the tent was nothing more than a steaming pile of goo. The clowns looked at eachother. They looked down at the trio of heroes below them. "I'll bet I can squash one before you can!" And with that they started to stomp and punch furiously at the ground beneath them and throwing balls of burning goo at them.
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Post by citizenmike on Nov 7, 2009 22:52:11 GMT -5
Johnny's eyes were set on Veronica that he didn't even see the clown headed her way until he was just a couple feet close. He was still in the shock he was in when Veronica blasted away the first clown. It's spikes hung there for the longest time before her as Johnny crawled up with his hand out open to her. Grabbing her by the wrist, Johnny pulled her down onto to him as the clown crashed violently into a window that was once a store front.
The glass shattered on each side; raining down shards over the fuckin' payaso and the two of them. Johnny swooped his body over hers and kept himself in place as the shards collided across his back. Johnny winced; masking the pain the little shards sent as they crashed over his back.
"Roth, are you alright?", Johnny asked.
"I guess I am.", Veronica replied, stuttering.
Johnny rose and jumped over the window, crashing his entire weight over the clown. Johnny looked at the clown and found the sadistic bastard smiling; just like the rest of 'em. Overcome with rage, Johnny began shoving his fists into the clown's face. He was still smiling. Blood ran down from every cavity in the payaso's skull as Johnny continued beating him.
Motioning him off slowly, Johnny lit a cigarette and kicked the bastard in the ball. The clown convulsed, but he kept on smiling. Keeping the cigarette tucked between his lips, Johnny murmured, "You think that's funny? You wanna laugh some more? Because, boy, I'm gonna give you something to laugh about.".
Johnny kicked the clown on his side, grabbed it by the head, and took one of the spikes from clown's skull. Holding the spike in his hand, Johnny motioned around, and shoved it right through its leg, nailing the bastard on the ground.
Ripping out another spike from it's skull, Johnny pinned down the other leg. Taking three more, Johnny pinned them over both his hands and his groin. Circling the clown one last time, Johnny ripped out another spike, mounted him, and furiously began stabbing it all over the payaso's face... Over and over... Again and again...
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Post by kaybeezy on Nov 7, 2009 23:11:54 GMT -5
Chrystabelle's blue eyes widened as the entire city of Animus began to transform and the sunny day shifted to a strange and unnatural night. She felt a deep sense of annoyance as the city became a circus, completely with the eerie music. An uncharacteristic pout distorted her normally cheerful disposition, leaving a sincerely unhappy teenage girl in its place.
"I hate the circus," she told Gaudi scornfully, looking at their surroundings. "My whole gypsy troupe nearly starved the winter the circus came to town, since it stole our audience with its cheap tricks and noisiness. I hope this isn't the hell you were speaking of," she sighed, already walking towards where she thought the motel with a fierce look in her eyes, forgetting to wait for Gaudi. All she could think about was how unhealthily skinny her fellow gypsies became when the circus came to town, and of their one and only ill-fated trip to said circus. Even if she was no longer a performer, she was not about to allow this new circus come and ruin everything.
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Post by maliciousmatt on Nov 8, 2009 4:12:52 GMT -5
As Johnny began to utterly mutilate the clown, he just continued to laugh. Then his laughter began to take a distinct tone, a hysterical tone. Blood began to flow from the clowns face, its face began to split and something started to emerge from the bloody mess, like a baby being born. The crimson flow was spilling out in the bucket loads and it just kept coming, threatening not to ever stop. Slowly Mr. Psycho’s face emerged from the clown’s; his smile was at its sharpest. “Hello John Of The Cross…” his words came out of his mouth like razors in a blender, and as strangely as his face appeared it disappeared. But his laughter was left to haunt Johnny. One of the clowns with the scythe ran at Johnny ready to rip his head off and shove it on a stick, while one of the flamethrower clowns got ready to burn the rest of the group.
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Post by citizenmike on Nov 8, 2009 4:34:25 GMT -5
John of The Cross...
That damned name rang inside Johnny's head like an infectiously agonizing pop song; it hurt. It fuckin' hurt.
Johnny just knew, he just knew, as he saw Mr. Pyscho's face appear before him that he'd say those words. Johnny couldn't help but find himself mouthing the words along as Mr. Pyscho spoke.
Johnny motioned himself off the clown as quickly as he could, hopped out of the window, and took Veronica's hand and said, "Let's just find our little girl and end this nightmare already.".
Veronica sensed something amiss; stopping where she was, Veronica asked, "Is everything alright?".
"Yeah, everything's fine."
"What happened in there."
"Nothing.", Johnny replied; turning is head back to her, he added, "Come on, Roth. Lets go.".
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Gaudi stood by the sidewalk for a moment, contemplating, as Chrystabelle walked away. Following her a moment later, Gaudi reached for her hand in an effort to shield her as they weaved through the streets of Animus. "No, this is not the hell of which I speak. I have seen it myself. But I will say, that this is just as bad.".
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Post by childofthehunt on Nov 8, 2009 5:43:21 GMT -5
Fleur saw the clown with the scythe running towards Johnny and Veronica. She wanted to come to their aid but noticed another one of the smiley bunch headed their way. The clown ignited his flame thrower and charged.
Fleur looked around for something she could use to defend herself. She spotted a pile of bricks behind her and immediately picked one up. With all her strength and a prayer, she threw the brick towards the attacker.
"Laisse moi tranquille connard!"
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Post by Nusha on Nov 8, 2009 8:58:26 GMT -5
Emmy grabbed her gun and aimed a shot at the surrounding clowns, hitting them all in the head. "Can these things DIE at all?", she yelled out to Johnny, wondering if she was wasting her bullets.
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Post by cyansky on Nov 8, 2009 12:21:28 GMT -5
Asri put a hand on his forehead and groaned.
"Great, just great," he muttered, "It's like I'm trying to kill him all over again." Unlike many of the others, Asri was utterly unfazed by the sight of the attacking clowns. Compared to his nightmares, this was heaven. What kind of angel had nightmares were he was exposed and victim to acts and horrors so terrifying, violent, nightmarish and traumatizing that he couldn' even bear to sleep alone almost every night? By all means, Asri should have been broken and extemely traumatized by now, with what he had been through, both in the dreamworld and in the real life. Maybe he wasn't as human as he thought... Or maybe his link with Syl and Kiel was what kept him going.
"These clowns are but a nuisance," said Asri to the group, "if you can't defeat a nuisance, how will you fare against the madman behind this?"
His expression was utterly calm, collected, masking his immense hatred for the clowns. The last mad clown he had encountered had brutally beat and cut up his body into several pieces, which he then threw into the river. Not pretty.
As a crazed clown rushed towards him, Asri took out his scalpel and cut his wrist.
"Sword of the Plague-bearer," muttered Asri impassively in his native language, "spawn of Nokolui, as your brother, I summon you."
Before his blood even touched the ground, it stopped, clumped together, crystallized, forming an elegant blood sword, light, thin and strong. As it formed, Asri took it by the hilt and held it firmly. His cut healed quickly on its own... unlike with his demons, his sword was and his alone to use; it was one of the few products of his curse under his control. However, even if Asri's aura was still that of an angel, the sword pulsated with dark power, black sparks and noxious gases streaming off it.
This sword was created from his own blood, and thus shared its toxicity and hatred towards life. Any life, supernatural, or not, human or not... These clowns were not exempt.
As the clown charged towards Asri, she brought her axe over his head, cackling. It was a relief, really. The clowns fought with poor and unrefined skill - it was just for blood and rage, nothing more. If they were actually good at fighting and less predictable, he might have been scared... Asri sidestepped the clown easily. The clown, unable to slow down, kept running forward, and as she passed Asri, he dealt a wound to her upper arm.
It might not seem like much, but that was all that was needed to kill her. Within seconds, the wound was festering, burning, boiling, spreading... the clown screamed as the toxins, viruses and bacteria ate her alive. It would only be after a few minutes of horrible suffering that she would be granted death's embrace. A truly horrible way to die.
The only good thing for the clowns was that Asri was physically weak, with low endurance... he wouldn't be able to fight for long without replenishing his energy along the way. Even so, the clowns had no strategy and were so predictable, that Asri was sure that if he remained calm, he would be able to take them down.
He then noticed a clown with a scythe attempting to attack Veronica from behind. Sighing, and not wanting to see any more of this motley bumch of residents killed, Asri gathered his strength and leapt towards the clown, dealing him a wound that went from his right shoulder blade to his left hip. It wasn't deep, but it was all that was needed to kill him. The clown let out an ear piercing speech as he stopped in his tracks, writhing in pain as the wound festered and boiled, lashing out at everything around him. Asri managed to get out of the way, but a few of his clown friends weren't so lucky. And if he managed to reach Johnny and Veronica, they would have been goners.
Asri fought ran around the injured clown and put a hand on Veronica's shoulder, a worried and concerned expression on his face.
"Veronica, if you're so intent on rescuring your child," said Asri, "you should watch your back more. If that clown..."
He pointed his thumb at the wounded clown, who was now writhing on the ground, almost dead from his wounds.
"... Had he reached you, you would have been goners by now, so please, if you want to survive... just be aware that there's a fight going on right now. I don't want to see any of you die because of this madman."
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