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Post by 42zombies on May 29, 2010 16:48:47 GMT -5
There was no wind in the old ghost town. Gigyas had ended all wind when he took over last year.
There was a sound like whispering, though, and it always annoyed Pokey. It was like Gigyas was trying to mock him, or intentionally make him feel guilty about something. As Pokey's mecha marched through the dusty streets, he saw a strange kind of sight: a man in a filthy, grey jacket.
"Hey!" He coughed, confused. "How'd you get in here, mister?"
The man smiled an impossible smile as his eyes, obscured by shining glasses, rose to look at Pokey. "Sveikinimai visiems, Mr. Minch. At last we meet."
"It's Pokey, loser!" Pokey exclaimed angrily. While the old man was busy a coughing, he didn't notice a giant portal open up behind the old man. A small group began to emerge from the gateway, led by a smiling youngster.
"Well!" Trump exclaimed. "I think it's about time that the HOUSE got back up on its feet." He smiled a warm, happy smile, placing his hands behind his head as Oliver and Kevin grudgingly followed behind him.
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Post by nintendonut1 on May 29, 2010 16:51:25 GMT -5
"I agree," Nida strolled beside then, lacing a dangerously manicured hand around Kevin's shoulder. She had a sparking interest for this... boy. "Things have been rather droll."
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Post by 42zombies on May 29, 2010 17:05:10 GMT -5
"Easy for you to say; you don't have a bloody parasite inside you." Oliver muttered low enough for nobody to hear. His spite for the whole situation was visible, same as Kevin. Trump and Danukas, however, were happy as schoolchildren.
"Where's Romeo?" Trump asked Danukas. "Hasn't he told everyone that we're looking for new members?"
"I think he's getting the individual you specifically requested, Trump." Danukas answered calmly. "He's been hard to track down, but after a while we just had to follow the corpses."
"Good!" Trunk exclaimed. "Then we just--"
"Hey! Don't ignore me!" Pokey yelled angrily, earning strange looks from Trump and Danukas. "How the heck did you guys get in here?!"
"Hey... when'd he get here?" Trump asked, surprised. "I thought Gigyas was the only thing here." "Um... h-he works for Gigyas, Trump." Danukas explained. Trump just became more confused.
"I want to impress the guy who's coming!" Trump whispered to Danukas harshly. "This big... spider guy's going to ruin everything!" Trump desperatly tried to think of a plan until, finally...
"Nida! You're a spider, talk to him!"
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Post by nintendonut1 on May 29, 2010 22:02:29 GMT -5
Nida rolled her eyes and sighed; an arachnid android really wasn't the same thing... oh well.
"Do calm down, will you?" she asked in a peutrubed fashion, silently ordering her spiders to web Pokey's feet down on the ground. "We haven't got the time for inturruptions."
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Post by Felix Falora on May 30, 2010 2:32:20 GMT -5
"I agree with the girl," Shadow said, coming out of a portal of fire with Kefka and Lyndara behind her. "There is no time for these petty games of yours. We need to find a way to be rid of those damned heroes for good... especially those angels."
"Angels?! Uwehehehehehehehe, more like children!" Kefka laughed.
"They have those other Super Children with them though," Lyndara said. Then she sighed. "And the Tribunal will be after me and Oliver as well. As if the heroes themselves were the least of our worries. What a damn pain."
"Now everyone calm down," a voice said from the shadows. He strolled out, fully clad in armor, and smirked behind his helmet. "Perhaps even I can assist considering where me and my army stands, especially with champions from my own world appearing to help these heroes that threaten you."
"Arthas... You know they've killed you off in your game, right?" Lyndara asked.
"Media is irrelevent," the current Lich King said. "Otherwise that kid... Pokey... and his master, Giygas, would also be dead."
"Oh, and if it isn't the Shadow Sisters," Shadow said as two shadows rose from the ground. "I see that bitch Vivian is still out parading in her human form."
"That traitor will gets her soon enough," Beldam snarled. "At least my sweet sister Marilyn has chosen to stay by my side."
"UNGAH!"
"What an intelligent creature," Lyndara said with a sweatdrop.
"Have more respect for our allies, little one," Shadow said. "Evil often has its betrayals, a common practice with the business, but until then, it's do anything you can to crush people in your way." She smirked at Pokey. "I'm sorry, my subordinates and I were busy conversating. Please, by all means, continue with your speech. I have an off day from Hell, so I have the time to listen."
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Post by 42zombies on May 30, 2010 9:36:23 GMT -5
"Eh?!" Pokey wheezed, finally realizing what was going on. "Hey, this is some kind of a party, isn't it?! Well, you can forget it! I'll have Gigyas throw you out of here and--"
Pokey miraculously stopped talking for a moment. He listened to a an unheard voice and grunted dissapprovingly.
"Eh... fine. You can stay." He muttered. "Gigyas doesn't mind some of you being here."
"Good." Trump grinned, looking at Kefka and the other new arrivals. "Glad you guys could make it! Welcome to the birth of a brand-spanking-new Hub Of Ultimate Strategic Evil!"
The music in Trum's head was swelling. Trumpets. Drums. The whole shebang.
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Post by nintendonut1 on May 30, 2010 11:51:17 GMT -5
Nida regarded each new arrival in apathetic contemplation; what a gaggle of... interesting characters. Still, they all seemed to have similar motives and reasons for gathering here... So a proper lady should greet them all with a smile and a curtsy.
...on second thought... these people weren't worth the curtsy. Only one Lord was worth that.
"Greetings, all of you," she nodded. "And I agree; the angels are a thorn in all of our sides, are they not?"
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Post by Felix Falora on May 30, 2010 13:54:39 GMT -5
I doubt Giygas could throw her out, Lyndara thought, looking at Shadow, who was sitting patiently, silently observing everyone. And is this what evil's about? Politics and betrayals? This is why I prefer to work by myself, damnit... but until I understand how I can succeed by myself and master my powers, this is what I'm stuck at.
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Post by 42zombies on May 30, 2010 16:08:58 GMT -5
"You can kill any angel you want, except Double D." Trump said with a friendly smile. "I want to play with him first."
"Mr. Trump..."
The music reached a crescendo. Trump's eyes lit up. "He's here," he exclaimed, eyes shining with giddy excitement. "Romeo, did you get him?! Did you bring the guy?!"
There was no answer. There was only a brief, unearthly silence, during which if anyone in the world tried to spoke they would find their voices swallowed up by an undefeatable despair. Before the eyes of the gathered villains, a hole in the air-- black and no bigger than a pinprick-- appeared. It widened and widened until it took the shape of a pale man in a black cloak.
"Hello... Mr. Trump..." The figure's every breath was a sigh, and his every word was filled with crushing sorrow. "I... apologize... for my... tardiness... I had... a meeting... with..."
"I don't care, Romeo!" Trump yelled, his hands grabbing the air angrily. Cymbals. More drums. "Did you get the guy or not?!"
Romeo Blackswan-- or, at least, that was the name Trump gave him, was silent for a moment. "Very... well..." He sighed, and the folds of his cloak opened. Out fell a figure in a filthy suit, crumpled on the ground so that their features were not easily seen.
Trump grinned. Another cresecendo. "At last..." he said, "The Joker..."
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Post by nintendonut1 on May 31, 2010 0:20:17 GMT -5
"You may play with the Angel of Light all you like, Trump," Nida hissed slightly. "But just know that his essence is mine afterwards."
She regarded their new arrival's entrance with the same apathy, looking down at this so-called Joker with a small bit of pity. Still... she always enjoyed looking down on people all the same. "...charmed."
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Post by Felix Falora on May 31, 2010 3:37:08 GMT -5
"The Joker?" Shadow inquired, though she looked rather bored instead of curious. "As if one sociopathic clown wasn't dull enough."
"Uwehehehehehehehe, he looks like the brother I never had!" Kefka said, looking the Joker over.
"I'd guess so. He's about the same as you, only with guns instead of magic," Lyndara muttered to herself.
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Post by 42zombies on May 31, 2010 17:34:05 GMT -5
"Wait a minute, I know this guy!" Kevin exclaimed in horrified realization. "He took over the TV station last year and poisoned a bunch of products on the market! I thought me and some other guys dragged him to jail..."
Trump wasn't listening. The Joker had his full attention. After a few minutes of laying inert, the bleach-white man twitched his hand. Then, with a sudden burst of energy, he sprung to his feet, hands in the air like a jolt of electricity had passed through him.
"Good morning, world!" He exclaimed, voice full of gusto. "The Joker's back on the streets!"
Trump grinned. Horns. Bells. "Mr. Joker, I'm such a big fan!" He said, holding out a hand. "The Wizard had a big file on you, and I read up on it--"
Pause in the music. The Joker had a gun. He had pointed it right at Trump without even breaking stride from his smile.
"Kid, who said I wanted out of prison?" The Joker asked in a low whisper. "I was waiting for something, kiddo, and now you've gone and taken all the fun out of it." The Joker paused thoughtfully. "Well, I assume you did; you could just be a very unfortunate bystander. Did you break me out of jail?" "Yes." "Oh, too bad; I was hoping you were an unfortunate bystander!"
With that, the Joker pulled the trigger on his gun. But no bullet came out. It seemed empty.
"... That shouldn't be happening." The Joker muttered. He looked around nervously until, finally, his eyes came to rest on Kefka.
"... Oh, God, I'm at another comic convention. Kid, take a tip from the original: don't add your own details."
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Post by nintendonut1 on Jun 1, 2010 1:21:33 GMT -5
Nida raised a brow. My... this character certainly was interesting.
"Poisoning market goods, hmm?" she drawled, still draped over Kevin slightly, probably to his discomfort. "...I do believe I'm beginning to take a liking to this fellow already."
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Post by Felix Falora on Jun 1, 2010 1:55:29 GMT -5
"You're not very bright, are you?" Kefka retorted to the Joker. "I'm not cosplaying as you. I am a God, so I have no reason to idolize anyone!"
"Both of you are nihilistic, misanthropic clown freaks with a hatred for everything. I'm sure, even while despising each other, you'll find a way to get along," Shadow said with a sigh.
"Wouldn't the Joker's technology and Kefka's magic combined be a means of running for cover?" Lyndara asked Shadow, looking irritated.
"Not if you're the ruler of Hell, no... maybe for you, but not for me."
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Post by 42zombies on Jun 1, 2010 15:48:24 GMT -5
Kevin fidgeted out from under Nida, but ultimately found himself standing closer to the Joker. It seemed that now he couldn't take five steps without bumping into a psychopath. He decided his best bet would be to stand next to the stranger, Romeo, no matter how... uncomfortable it made him feel.
"There's only room for one psychopathic clown, kid; you're stealing my schtick." The Joker threatened, pointing his empty gun at Kefka. "Besides, I'm an atheist; I don't even believe in you."
"Excuse me, Mr. Joker..."
The Joker looked at Trump out of the corner of his eye. Trump was smiling as politely as he could, standing still and not making any sudden movements.
"I broke you out of prison so you could join our... social club, I guess you could call it." Trump explained. "Y'See, I figured someone with your skills and expertise would really help us clear out the multiverse. Will you help us?"
The Joker bit his bottom lip. He put his hands on his hips, making a big deal out of the decision-making process. Then, finally, he vocalized his decision:
"No."
The music died. Trump's eyes widened in shock. "W-why?!" He exclaimed. "This is the kind of thing you love, isn't it?!"
The Joker's smile slowly faded as he scowled at Trump. "What? Killing? I'm not your run-of-the-mill psychopath, kid," he cast a glance at Kefka, perhaps accusing him of something. "I only kill when it's funny. And lately I've been lacking the... proper audience."
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