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| Such a Shame; Malice, pm for entry | |
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| Topic Started: Thu Nov 5, 2009 3:04 am (58 Views) | |
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Thu Nov 5, 2009 3:04 am Post #1 |
 
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Yaksha could be seen in the middle of The Purple Lantern Tavern, drinking mug after mug of alcohol and chatting happily with the people around him; a circle of several people had formed around him, and they listened rapty to his tales of wonder and terror. His wry smile seemed to draw them in like moths to a flame, and a low murmer of excitement ran through the group as he continued to cajole and entice with his miraculous voice, making him seem greater and wiser every moment; he could barely conceal a phantom smirk as he felt the people eating from the palm of his hand, and grinning every moment of it. The door opened, and a man stepped inside, shaking water off of a coat. Two men waved him forward, calling him over with cries of, "Siel! Good to see ya!" and even "What took you?" He gave a grim smile, sinking into a seat and speaking in a voice that was doing its best to sound joking and failing badly. Yaksha's eyes narrowed as he saw his hands shaking while he drew a mug to his mouth. "Had to keep an eye on Jakobi again, guys. He's having one of his worse days." Yaksha's cool voice issued, sounding almost innocent as he took a sip from his own mug. "Touched in the head, I imagine? I've met many a person like that. Some of them are perfectly normal, couldn't even tell. Some of them...not so much." He sighed, and shook his head. Siel's eyes were growing wider as he heard him speak, and it was clear that he was shocked. "Sometimes I think it'd be so much easier for everyone involved. A man who lives like that...why, you could hardly call it life." He looked up, his cool grin almost peircing Siel's soul as he spoke, and he could see his mouth opening and closing slowly. "Jakobi, wasn't it? You might want to go home and...see if he needs anything else." There was a moment of stunned silence, before he rose like a rag doll, seeming almost to shuffle towards the bar door, and walked back outside into the rain. His coat was still dripping on the back of the chair, as Yaksha drained the last of his mug. "Now...what story did I stop on? Can anyone remember?" |
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| Malice | Thu Nov 5, 2009 3:12 am Post #2 |
 
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He faced away from the group, barely noticeable at all, besides his rather flamboyant get-up. He ran a finger along the edge of his glass, his ears listening closely to every word. It was almost amusing, how gullible humans could be... or even elves, knowing there had to be one or two of the little fairies in the group. As the man asked which story he stopped at, he took up his glass, turning his head slightly so his blood red eye was visible to the group, "Something dealing with snakes, I believe." He wasn't quite sure, but the man seemed the type. Although, It was hard to tell anymore, the sentient life that walked his land all felt the same to him, every single one boiling down into the same soup. In his eyes, anyway. He turned in his seat, crossing his legs over one another. He sat, placing his elbow on his knee to prop his head lazily onto his hand, a smile across his face. There was an underlying hatred in his eyes that was impossible to cover up, and he knew this keenly. He looked through the group, his smile becoming more homely, "Or perhaps there was something dealing with a distressing damsel?" He lifted his other hand, waving his index finger in the air back and forth like an upside-down pendulum, "One can never really tell when there is an underlying control to it all." His smile widened, knowing the tricks all too well. His eyes scanned the room, the looks he was given almost full of venom. He placed that finger over his mouth as if he was saying he was done talking, talking through a small hole in his mouth, "But what do I know? I'm just a jester...." His eyes narrowed into an almost sinister stare. |
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Thu Nov 5, 2009 6:20 pm Post #3 |
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Yaksha's eyes almost instantly drifted over the oddly dressed figure as he spoke. He knew quite well he hadn't made the slightest mention of snakes, but he wasn't the sort to give a person anything he didn't want them to have. His cool smile gave nothing away as he slid a coin onto the bartop, his gaze never leaving the odd jester as he spoke. "A drink for me and my friend, please. You know what I like." His hand slowly drew two golden goblets from his cloak, and as he set them on the table, he chuckled calmly. "Yes, snakes does sound about right to me. Or perhaps a distressing damsel. Anyone? Could someone help me remember?" There was a contemplative silence as people not only tried to remember what he had been said before Siel's arrival, but a few shuffled uncomfortably thinking about what exactly was going on at his home. Finally a tentative voice spoke up, sounding surprisingly calm in the situation, almost expectant of the details to come. "You were talking about life in the abyss. About 100 years ago, I beleive." Yaksha paused for a moment, before he nodded once, slowly. "Yesssss...that does sound about right. But I'm afraid that will have to wait." The bartender had returned with two mugs full of a bright green liquid that seemed almost luminous, and Yaksha quickly poured them into the goblets, sliding one across to the jester. "Drink with me, child. I'd like to know what you meant when you said there was...'an underlying control'?" His gaze seemed to sap the will from the jester as he watched, and his voice was almost irresistible as he spoke, the smile on his face completely without mirth. "Go ahead, drink. I'm sure we could have much to talk about." |
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| Malice | Thu Nov 5, 2009 6:50 pm Post #4 |
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He smiled homely again, looking at the drink. His eyes traced the glasses, waiting for the man to take a drink. He scanned them up and down, they seemed to be quite identical. The way the man set them down made them seem almost impossible to discern beforehand... His eyes narrowed a bit as he looked up at the man. He lifted the drink, subtly sniffing the drink. His grin wore down to a wry smirk, "Smells a bit strong for my taste..." He scanned the crowd over again, taking a sip or two from it before setting it down. His smirk became large again as he looked back at the rather tall man. Wrinkling his nose, he merely shrugged, "Just seemed like a bit of baiting, as all your actions have since you entered this bar..." He giggled a bit, looking over the crowd, "But I could be wrong!" Jumping off his chair, he waved his arms out dramatically. His grin widened as he looked around the crowd, placing his hands behind his back. The jingle from his hat sprinkled through the air with every step he took, circling around the people as he kept his eyes locked on the man. He wrinkled his brows softly, his smile becoming almost warm, the backdrop of hatred almost becoming invisible against his short frame, "Like a beast ringing in his pray, preparing to feast en masse." He licked his lips at the thought of it, and was wondering why he challenged it... A few less sheep in the world wouldn't hurt anyone. His grin only widened at the thought of it, going from homely, to almost sadistically evil, and back to homely. |
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Thu Nov 5, 2009 10:32 pm Post #5 |
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Yaksha gave a cool smile, and flicked his wrist nonchalantly. "You fancy yourself to be quite the entertainer, I take it? Well, I must say that you don't strike me as all too impressive. A tad too lanky, not nearly dry enough for my taste. I think we could use some real entertainment..." His cool laughter issued through the bar, and as he moved his hands slowly, a sense of impending doom began to fall upon the group, sending a shiver through the worst of them as they all realized with a dread certainty that there was no chance they would leave alive. A few of them rose slowly, moving with wooden legs for the door, and Yaksha's silent gaze seemed to say their faces hadn't been forgotten. Finally, he spoke in a soft whisper, sounding almost like a child. "He's coming. The real fun can begin..." There seemed to be faint sounds of a carnival nearby, the oddly discordant sounds of an accordion filling the room as the scent of spun sugar reached the noses of everyone in the room. No one but Yaksha was smiling, and it seemed only to grow wider as the sounds of honking filled the room. After a second, a small black car appeared in the middle of the floor, small enough to fit in a man's hand. There were seconds of stunned silence, before the door opened wide and a large, red shoe stuck itself out, the laughter from inside only fitting in the deepest pits of hell. The shoe was quickly followed by a figure that seemed to resemble a bloated corpse more than anything else. His skin had been painted-stark white, and his sunken eyes gave the sense that he could only barely be qualified as living. In his left hand, he held several red balloons that bobbed gently in the air, and his smile was full of sharp teeth that seemed made to devour human flesh. The nails on his fingers were long and sharp, and as they watched he plucked one balloon from the group, popping it effortlessly before giving a grim laugh that held no mirth in it. Finally, he opened his mouth wide and spoke in a dark voice that seemed almost like some horrible parody of a true jester. "Hello, boys and gentlemen. My name is...Pogo." He giggled softly at the name, as if hearing some joke only he knew the punchline to, before moving towards them purposefully. Under the makeup, it was clear this clown was well built, and probably solid enough to kill any one of them by themselves. The balloons bobbed and turned slowly in the air like macabre trophies, and after a moment's inspection it would've been clear each was full of blood. The clown's clawed hands wiggled theatrically as he grew close, and he watched them all with dead silence, his tongue flickering out every few moments to lick his lips. "Are you entertained, yet?" |
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| Malice | Fri Nov 6, 2009 3:22 am Post #6 |
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Malice laughed as hard as he could at the new appearance, bending his tiny frame back, holding his gut over-dramatically. He looked back at the clown, his blood red eyes glowing slightly. The homunculus knew this was going to be fun, how worth it it was. He licked his lips a bit, his wry grin remaining strong on his face. He giggled a bit, "It's good to see another performer enter the stage!" He dramatically jumped back, landing on a table, bowing down extravagantly, holding his hat on his head so it didn't fall to the floor. Sliding his form up slightly, he raised his head, his eyes almost filled with a strange lust for battle. The fire burning in him felt like an inferno, and his voice became serene, almost poetic, "So, shall we begin? I believe I know exactly where this little dance is leading..." His hand reached back, pulling a longsword off of his back. The sword was over half his size, and he tossed it back and forth from hand to hand. He furrowed his eyebrows a bit, grinning over-dramatically, "Why don't we play around a big, Pogo!" He cackled a bit, Jumping to the floor, standing in a mocking, fencing stance. His grin was almost as large as the clowns, oh how curious he was to see what this beast could do! |
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Fri Nov 6, 2009 5:04 pm Post #7 |
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Yaksha gave a soft chuckle, counting slowly in his mind. It'd been perhaps thirty seconds since the jester had drunk, and it would be another thirty before even the mildest of effects came. Still, he extended a hand and grabbed his goblet, downing the drink slowly and giving a cool sigh as he finished it. "I don't bait people, and I don't...'ring them in'. There's no need for any of that if you know what you're doing. All you need is a nice smile, a trustworthy face, and the right words, and they'll ring themselves in to get closer to the beast. It's like..." He waved a hand slowly, seeming to search for something. "Crabs in a pot. You don't NEED a lid, because they'll just keep pulling down those who try to escape. Every time." He drew out the every, seeming almost to turn the word into something of pure ecstasy. One of the men shoved away from his chair angrily, drawing a knife. His skin was gray and pebbled like a stone, and his forked tongue made him seem like some sort of lizard in human guise. "See here, you little-" His words were cut short as Pogo tapped him on the shoulder, grinning maniacally, and bowed his head in placation. "Allow me to calm you down a bit." His hands both opened wide, and the balloons drifted to the ceiling, popping and gently raining blood down on the people as he gave a ghastly grin. In his hands, twin fireballs popped into life, and he began to throw them from hand to hand, chuckling nastily. "Follow the balls, now..." The lizard opened his mouth to speak, before Yaksha's hissing voice issued behind him. "Silence, little one. Pogo's juggling is a treat to die for. If you have any taste for good entertainment, you'll watch." The lizard's mouth was set into a firm scowl, and his eyelids narrowed when he saw the clown spawn two more fireballs as the original two were still in the air, now juggling four fireballs with a loud chuckle. "Here you are, ladies and gentlemen! But, I hardly think four is enough to keep you all happy." Another two spawned in his hands, and his arms moved almost as a blur as he airily threw the fireballs around himself, several moving between his outstretched legs and floating over his head to be caught back in his rotation. The scene was quite unsettling, and it was clear the entertainment value was something only Yaksha could understand. Finally, the lizard let out a loud hiss that sounded almost like a balloon popping, and lunged at the clown with his dagger. "STOP JUGGLING!" There was a moment of dead silence, before Pogo speak with an almost childlike glee. "Okay!" His hands continued to move in a blur, but now rather than tossing them into the air, the fireballs pelted the lizard's chest and legs, causing him to cry out in pain at bat at his chest, sounding almost pitifully afraid. "Alright, alright! I get it, fine!" "No, I don't think you do. But let's fix that." One last fireball formed in his hand, and as the lizard's mouth opened, no doubt to cry for mercy, the clown moved forward as if propelled by jets, and slammed the fire into his jaw, giving a nasal laugh that seemed to pierce every ear as the lizard fell over, gurgling and hissing as steam rose from him lazily. Pogo leaned down slowly, his wicked clawed fingers wiggling as he reached into his mouth. "Smells like barbecue to me." His claws closed down on something, and he pulled hard, causing a lump of pink meat to land in his palm, only to be tossed nonchalantly into his mouth; blood began to run down his whitened face as he chewed the man's tongue slowly, obviously enjoying himself. He nodded slightly, causing the twin tufts of orange hair on his head to bob with him; after a moment, it became clear that the tufts of hair had odd black spots in them, making them look almost like twin faces, twisted into cries of agony and despair. "Are you entertained, now?" The stunned silence was broken only by a soft clapping, coming from Yaksha himself as he watched the display. His face was broken out into a wide grin, and he drew a piece of gold quickly, tossing it to the clown with a chuckle of his own. "As wonderful as ever, Pogo. I have to say, our friend was such a good sport. Wasn't he, my child?" His gaze flickered to Malice, and his cool grin revealed a pair of fangs that glinted hungrily in the lamplight. |
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| Malice | Fri Nov 6, 2009 6:51 pm Post #8 |
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He couldn't help but smile, his eyes watching the whole thing like a child would watch a normal clown. As he turned his head, he couldn't help but wonder if the others clowns were really normal, or if this was actually what clowns were meant to be. He dazed out for a moment before shaking his head, bringing himself back to reality. He felt a bit dizzy, but shrugged it off. It couldn't have been much of anything... He smiled, gritting his teeth a bit, "I have to say I'd be more inclined to jump in the pot for Pogo over there." His grin became one of patronizing rather then false happiness or niceties. He couldn't help but feel a bit of hatred for this man, felt that he sullied the good art of manipulation. There was a also a bit of recognition that had to be given. It took some amusing level of skills to get a man to walk out, and go kill his own brother. At least, he imagined, he wasn't sure if he'd think twice, or even once about it. He squinted his eyes a bit as his vision blurred, not really thinking about it. A body would sometimes shut down, he supposed. Looking about, he wiggled his nose a bit, grinning to the remaining crowd. He swung his blade around in his left hand, almost as if it was a cane, purposely swinging near people, narrowly missing vitals. He brought a finger to his upper lip, pressing it against it almost curiously. His eyes locked onto a man, placing a hand on his chin. His grin when he looked down on the man was akin to the way a priest looked down on a disciple. Malice merely looked up, raising his blade as if issuing a challenge, "So, are you going to get serious or should I just play cards with Pogo?" He couldn't help but laugh at the prospect before seriously considering it. That would be one good game of cards, he had to admit. Perhaps rummy... |
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Fri Nov 13, 2009 12:34 am Post #9 |
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Yaksha chuckled calmly, grabbing his wine and taking a sip from it. He paused, before setting it down. "Oh, where ARE my manners? Would you like to finish it, my boy? Or can I have what is left?" He cocked his head politely, waiting to see if the jester would drain the rest of the goblet, as he drummed his fingers against the table. His gaze flickered to Pogo, who was busily painting the slain lizard with a large wooden circle, covered in paints of every hue. The face was already stark white, and he had painted a red smile across his face, as he hummed a darkly tantalizing tune. The carnival music still blared faintly as the clown was busy at work, while Yaksha waved to the goblet. "Go on, my boy. It's quite fine from what I tasted." There was an expectant grin on his face, and it seemed almost unsaid that if he didn't drink, then he'd have it forced down his throat. Pogo rose slowly, brushing his hands against his tattered, bloody clothes while he looked at his handiwork. "Looks like I've still got it. Anyone else want to help me make a show?" He turned to the bar goers, who all shrank against their chairs, hoping not to be noticed as the clown made another toothy grin. |
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