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    Catching a Clown ~ [Mythal]

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    Post by Jester on April 21st 2019, 8:56 am


    Catching a Clown ~ [Mythal] G7VfRyw

    There had been something just so thrilling about his fight with the Jelly Man. It was inspired. All of that risk, the danger, the chaos watching his face as he grew more and more horrified by the clown's antics. Yet she was able to fend off his attempts to hack him to pieces, and even put the clown at risk. The adrenaline that coursed through him was something that the clown had long since forgotten. The fun in being chased had lost its flavour, except now, he wondered what it might be like now. There were rumours in the dark corners of Earthland there the Rune Knights was being governed by some new leadership. And the word was, they were a force to be reckoned with. The prospect excited the clown, and now that he had gotten a taste, thanks to the Jelly Man. He wanted more.

    And so, he had set into action, formulating a plan to grab attention. His Queen, he was sure would have no issue with it. After all, she despised the law, and the thing he was doing, would work in their favour because he would do this in their name. Errings Rising, a growing faction, this would certainly attract eyes to them. The clown couldn't see a single flaw in his plan. He strolled through the streets of Era, tapping his cane along the streets casually as he bobbed along. He was wearing his ringmaster suit, donned with a red cloak, and black lapels. A white shirt underneath with a black bow tie. Black tailored trousers, and leather brogues. A black top hat on his head and a white mask, carved with crescent slits for eyes and a wide smile. Each tapping of his cane, the clown, would count.

    Less than a minute now.

    The streets were busy. It was lunchtime and folks were bustling around on a summery day. They were heading to restaurants and cafes for a bite to eat. A spot of lunch, and a chit chat. Perhaps a vent about their workload or the customers they faced. The usual boring stuff that humans seem to invest their time in. But still, as irksome as it was to witness, their oblivious nature was thrilling at least. The way they were going about their day, without a clue what would happen in just a matter of moments. Well, it was splendid.

    What was that, twenty seconds? Oh yeah.

    He stopped in the middle of the square; his golden eyes glancing through the holes of his mask at the area around him. There were two cafes, opposite each other, a restaurant, a boutique, hairdressers and other various stalls and shops. But of course, he knew this. This wasn't his first visit to the square this week. He continues to tap his cane, those who pass would glance at him. Assuming that he must be some kind of street performer, preparing for an act, which wasn't that wrong of an assumption. He certainly had a performance ready, and it was going to be one hell of a showing. Three, two, one. And just like that, the peaceful, bustling of the public ceased.

    Because everything... went BOOM.

    The hairdressers, the cafes, several stalls. Laced with hidden explosives, placed there in the late hours of the night. The streets erupted in fire, bodies were flung everywhere, and part of buildings were blown to builts. Some of the weaker structures would crumble, and the screams that filled the streets of Era were music to Jester's ears. He trembled slightly, the deliciousness of the chaos flowing over him as he listened to the pain around him. The severed bodies, mutilated, maimed, some even decapitated completely. People would begin to flee, which was Jester cue. He would raise his palms, twirling on the spot, cards would fly from his hands. Soaring through the hands, they would chasing down any who flew and slicing away at them. It was a delightful carnival of chaos.

    And hopefully, it would attract the attention of someone fun.


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    Post by Mythal Ragnos on April 23rd 2019, 10:20 pm

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    Mythal was not sure which was worse.

    On the one hand, his dad was -- or had been before Serilda had deep freezed his divinity -- an archangel. He had been one of Faera’s strongest soldiers; one of her agents of absolute destruction and misery. He was tied directly to Kingdom Darkness and had done everything in his power to sire the perfect child for his mistress to inhabit. He’d been proud to be the father of the Calamity that was meant to wipe Earthland clean of life and light. He was a despicable piece of trash and there wasn’t a doubt in Mythal’s mind that he deserved any punishment rendered upon his head. Out of both of his parents, Archimedes’ had been, should have been, the worst.

    Jihl had given herself to the Sons of Faera willingly, wanting to help Faera in her goal to destroy the world. That had seemed to be a choice of her own volition but recent events had… put that in question. The revelation that his mother’s side had been the ancestral line that led back to the Seals had come as a bit of a shock to the Darkness King, almost more than the actual appearance of the cocky Seal himself. Lux had explained that himself and his siblings were triggers meant to bring about the end of the world, in the situation where the All Mighty grew tired of his creation and sought to start over. The Seals being awake wasn’t a good sign -- that meant some kind of signal had been sent to them, though based on the conversations with the Seal of Light and Conquest, they weren’t sure what that meant. They were awake… and as annoying as the forces of Kingdom Darkness.

    Two different sides, two different donors of DNA to make up Mythal and yet both had destruction written into their genes. The God Slayer didn't’ like to think in absolutes but it was hard not to consider that perhaps he really was nothing more than a double-edged tool meant to scrape life clean. And if he was honest with himself, he kind of wished that he only had to deal with Faera and her forces. While they were a force to be reckoned with, they were far off. Whereas Lux…


    “You know…” the Seal of Light was saying idly as he stared out the window. “I know I said that this is kind of a crap gig, what with you being all ‘noble’ or whatever. But now that I see that you’re a general and important and stuff, I have to admit -- I’m kind of impressed. You’re really cozying it up for me when I eventually take over your skinsack.”

    They were in Mythal’s office, with the Rune Knight attempting to finish up some paperwork he had chosen to ignore. Lux was standing by one of the windows that looked out over the rest of the headquarters and Era just beyond that. Mythal sat at his desk, forcing himself to scribble notes on the paperwork in the designated areas. He ignored the Seal’s comments, his eyes plastered on the page as they zipped back and forth over the words scratched upon the parchment.

    Lux turned to look at Mythal, frowning. If there was one thing the Seal hated, it was being ignored. “Yo, Earthland to Mythal. I’m talking to you over here,” the Seal said, raising his hand and waving it dramatically at the Darkness King.

    “And I’m ignoring you over here,” he grumbled back, not even bothering to lift his gaze.

    “Jeez you’re in a grumpy mood. Who pissed in your coffee this morning?” Lux said with a roll of his eyes.

    “Probably you, since all you do is try and get on my nerves.”

    “Hey, I’m trying to bond here. Get to know you, have you get to know me -- become buddies!”

    Mythal’s eyes finally rose up to look at Lux. “You literally just said yer gonna take over my body.”


    Lux scoffed. “Well yeah but that doesn’t mean that we can’t at least be cordial in the meantime, right?” His question was met with a hard stare. “You know, you could try making the best of the situation.”

    “I have a walkin’, talkin’ apocalypse button made of light attached to my brain. Exactly what should I do to ‘make the best of the situation’?” Mythal asked, making air quotes to enunciate his annoyance.

    Lux frowned again and tapped his finger against his chin as he thought. When he came up with something, he shrugged. “Let me take over your body and the pain will be over?”

    Before Mythal could answer, the building rocked and the sound of distant explosions pressed hard against his ears. In a flash he was up from his chair and to the window where Lux stood, looking out for the source. It wasn’t hard to spot the billowing clouds and flashing fires in the town plaza, where several buildings were burning. Again Era was under attack.

    “Looks like someone forgot to turn off the stove. Hey, wait!” Lux chuckled before Mythal burst through the window at breakneck speed, his dark magic already wrapping around his shoulders and crafting wings for him. Down he soared, swiftly flying over the tops of the Rune Knight headquarters and down into the square. Already he could see a figure there, spinning around almost gleefully, as he unleashed… cards? Playing cards shot through the air like knives, cutting into the townspeople as they attempted to flee. As Mythal came in for a hard landing, his hand shot forward and focused his magic outwards. From the shadows created by the raging flames, the Darkness King surged the dark particles and then pulled them up, crafting a wall of thick, endless darkness. It blocked off one pathway where several people were fleeing, keeping the cards from finding their marks.

    “Pal, I don’t know who you think you are,” Mythal said as an aura of dark energy highlighted his form. A ring of gold wrapped around the rubies in his eyes as he stared down the masked man. “But yer gonna regret doin’ that.”



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    Post by Jester on April 29th 2019, 10:19 am


    Catching a Clown ~ [Mythal] G7VfRyw

    Yes, yes, yes.

    This was it, what the clown had aspired for. There was the taste of delicious devastation in the air, coated with the thick scent of blood and fear. The shrill screaming of those around, panicking and attempting to flee the scene. The agonized cries of those who had been injured severely and were rendered incapable of fleeing, left behind by the word to die. It was but a sweet symphony. His cards were working wonders, they're sharpened edges would dance against throats, cutting screams short as their victims choked and sputtered to their death. Jester would watch through the slits of his mask as they collapsed to the concrete pitifully. Unable to escape their dreadful fates, no one to save them from the clutches of the cruel clown in the middle of town. Jester would begin to stroll along, tapping his cane almost musically, with a repetitive beat. He would hum along, twirling around to eye the scene. He stopped humming, taking a deep breath, he threw his head back.

    "Roll up, roll up, get ya meat here. Ladies an' gentlemen, we've got a fandabby-doozey of a sale today. Buy one, get two 'alf price, what a bargain, won't find it anywhere else. Freshly sliced an' all~" He was calling out in a harsh cockney accent, he threw his cards at a group to his left. Taking out all three of them at once, before cackling in amusement at himself. He certainly did like putting on a good show. Now if only someone would come to play with him. He didn't mind it so much, this was certainly fun. The sheer level of suffering he had caused was a sight to behold, like a beautiful tapestry, and the clown was mesmerized. But still, as his thoughts lingered on the Jelly-Man, he couldn't help but hope for more.

    The Jester did a pirouette, releasing another burst of cards. However, as Jester twirled, he felt the cards hit a block. There was no slicing of flesh, no new screams, just the same screams that were already happening. Huh. The clown stopped spinning to eye the wall of darkness that had erupted in the direction of which his enemies were fleeing. His cards unable to move past it, the clowns' golden eyes lit up from under the mask and he sniffed the air. This was magic. He searched the grounds hungrily for the source of the spell, his eyes falling on a fellow a short distance away. He was around the same age as the clown. He had black hair and somewhat pale skin. His eyes were ruby red and were glaring at the clown in a way that sent a shiver of excitement through him. His entire body was coated in an aura of dark energy, Jester brought a hand to his chin, stroking it thoughtfully. Had this been what he'd managed to lure out?

    He took a moment to get a feel of him, the magic radiated for the fellow was stupendous. Even greater than the Jelly-Man's had been, and he had been quite the opponent. This had to be one of the impressive new Rune Knights he'd heard about. Under his mask, Jester's grin split even further, widening to excessive proportions as he felt the adrenaline coursing through him even more. This was it, he had done it. He had set the bait and out had come was a prey so delicious, Jester was itching to get a bite of what he was made of.

    The man spoke, his words were laced with a threat, causing Jester to snicker excitedly. Jester raised her finger, wagging his finger at the man, all the while shaking his hips to and through as he did. "Jester came the market to find something fun and found something exciting to play with. And all I had to pay was the small price of this entire square, which is cheap considering what I've gotten in return, wouldn't you agree, good sir?" His voice was silky and smooth, no longer using the gruff, cockney accent but his own. His voice was eloquent, and soft, although it was followed by a rather eerie giggle that was much higher in pitch. The giggle stopped as quickly as it started, Jester straightened up sharply, no longer doing his little dance.

    "Now then, time for the real show to begin."

    Jester snapped his fingers and the air would ripple around them. The square would disappear and in its place, around them would appear to be what looked like the inside of the circus tent. Except this was far from pleasant, there was blood everywhere, hastily strewn body parts and old corpses. Jester let out one last snicker before disappearing, in his place would stand a Harlequin doll. Dressed like a jester in red, gold, blue and white. It wore a mask not too dissimilar to Jesters, except it had no mouth. The Harlequin stepped aside to reveal a second one behind it. Then that one did the same, this process repeated until ten Harlequins stood there. Each holding a pair of machetes in each hand. Jester would be nowhere be to seen, actually sitting on the roof of the tent, watching the fight through the eyes of his dolls. He didn't intend to fight the man directly, at least not until he'd seen what he was made of. Jester licked his lips eagerly as the Harlequins darted towards the dark-haired man, swinging they blades at him swiftly in an attempt to carve him apart.




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    Post by Mythal Ragnos on May 2nd 2019, 8:15 pm

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    Mythal had somehow found himself standing before a maniacal, homicidal ringmaster.

    There was no other description for the man that now twisted his masked gaze towards him, curious to why his cards hadn’t found a home embedded in the citizens. The white, theatrically smiling mask reminded him of Key -- the odd creature he had meant at the gateway to Kingdom Darkness. A tall black top hat rose up from the crown of his head, with a red ribbon wrapped around its length matching the same dreadful color of his jacket. There wasn’t much he could make out about the terrorist’s features beyond that he was on the skinnier side like himself and clearly a lunatic. A quick glance around rendered images of injured and murdered civilians, some in pieces from the explosion and others impaled by the deadly deck the maniac was equipped with.

    “Well look at this. A human that can make actual art,” Lux suddenly spoke up from beside him. “I haven’t seen bloodletting like this in a long time. Bravo.” The Seal called out to Jester, giving him a quick spatter of applause of appreciation

    “Do not encourage this maniac,” Mythal hissed, barely turning his head to look at Lux. Before the Seal or the Darkness King could utter a word further, the maniac spoke up, calling himself ‘Jester’ and explaining that he had been looking for something fun. It seemed that this attack had been nothing more than a ploy to lure out someone to ‘play’ with. Had this Jester intentionally been targeting Mythal or was it mere circumstance? Whatever the case, he was here now and as the psychopath proclaimed it time to begin the real celebration. Mythal’s body jerked, his magic attempting to fuel him rushing at the man just as he felt a swell of power rise up.

    But it was too late and rather than charge without preparation, he stood there as the square was pulled away from his vision. In its place, he found himself standing inside of… some kind of tent. A carnival tent of horrors; gore was spattered all across the fabric, with the limbs and bodies that had supplied the ichor lay all around the open space. The God Slayer let his magic course itself through his veins just as Jester dipped out of reality and replaced himself with a nightmare of a Harlequin. Then one by one more appeared as they stepped aside, effectively cloning themselves until a solid ten monstrosities stood before him, each one brandishing dual machetes.

    “I think they want to cut right to the chase,” Lux managed to quip before the harlequins burst into action, charging at Mythal from all angles. The Darkness King swiftly pulled up the darkness from his core, embellishing his form with dark wings and a crown made of pure darkness magic. He leapt up and over the charging pack of creatures, reaching out to the shadows that lingered in the corners of the tent. He pulled them from their resting places, positioning several pools of darkness on the ground before twisting his hand, sending sharp tendrils of magic springing forward towards the pack with the intent of stab through the meat of their legs and cripple them.

    He landed on the ground opposite of where he had started, his wings spreading further as he shot his hand forward, snapping his fingers in the direction of the harlequins. Darkness sprang from his hand in the form of a beam, the black blast looking to swallow up a fair number of his enemies and reduce their fighting spirits to nothing. But he wasn’t done; more energy seeped out from the ground, compiling into his hand and swirling violently. He honed the wild torrent before he thrust his hand out once more, the twister disappearing from his palm and instead erupting upwards underneath the creatures. With any luck, it would blow them all skyhigh and through the very tent that they called home.



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    Post by Jester on May 12th 2019, 9:42 am


    Catching a Clown ~ [Mythal] G7VfRyw

    Jester rolled onto his back, his arms were bent leisurely behind his shoulders, staring up at the sky. One leg draped over the other, and his toe tapped casually to a beat in his mind. Anyone would think he was just having a leisurely lie-down, gazing up at the clouds. However, despite looking up at the sky, what the man's golden eyes were really seeing was the inside of the tent, where he was watching a rather splendid scene. His beautiful harlequins were charging towards the Rune Knight, the man seemed to use magic that manifested some form of darkness. He had formed dark wings and a crown and was flying above them light some sort of angel of darkness. Tendrils of dark magic flew towards the harlequins, one by one piercing through their mechanical limbs. The crumpled to the floor, crippled, some of them would attempt to climb onto their broken legs, only to collapse. They would look helpless for a moment, before pushing themselves up into a seated position, they would each begin to launch their machetes into the air towards the man in an attempt to hit him from a distance. Jester had a talent for knife-throwing, a skill he'd retained many years ago. His dolls shared the same skill, launching their blades with a lethal aim.

    In spite of these attempts to hit the man, this didn't seem to stop his onslaught, as some of the harlequins were hit with another blast of dark energy, disintegrating them into nothing. Jester applauded excitedly on the roof of the tent. This didn't end here, however, the man seemed to thrust out his palms to release a twister of dark magic in his palm. Only the twister disappeared, and within the next moment, bursting from the ground. The Harlequins were sent flying sky high towards the roof of the tent. Jester snapped his fingers quickly, and before the harlequins bodies could rip open the tent, they would vanish in mid-air stopping just short of the tent's material. He couldn't have the fellow rip open his tent just yet, he had much more fun planned for the man first.

    Jester rolled onto his stomach, grinning manically, he would kick his legs playfully to and fro. Propping himself up on his elbow. The clown made a tutting sound. His words would echo through the tent so the man could hear him. "Lots of dark magic to play with Mister, although I can't help but feel like you have much more exciting toys to show me. Jester likes toys, would you like to see them? Then we can play a little more, Jester would like that~" Jester would chuckle in a teasing tone, snapping his fingers one more, from the sky new harlequins would fall. Their bodies completely intact, for these, weren't the harlequins he had damaged. But fresh, untarnished dolls. They would land gracefully on the floor, brandishing their machetes once more. Jester clapped his hands together and from the sky, hundreds of clowns horns would fall, scattering themselves inside of the tent. An assorted of blue and red, covering the vicinity around the man.

    "Now really, these won't harm you, should you avoid moving on the ground that is. But that's no fun, seeing as you can fly and all. I'd rather see you dance~"

    The Harlequins would shift their machetes into one hand and with the other, they would scoop up a handful of clown horns. Taking aim, they would throw the horns towards the man; if a red horn struck, it would explode, if a blue horn struck, it would release a wave of sound design to paralyze the man. All the while, the harlequins would move forward, the horns vanishing under their feet, allowing them to approach without accidentally stepping on one. They continued forward once again, hoping to get close enough to carve up the dark-haired man.

    "Dance for me Mr Knight, I wanna see how you boogie, hehehe~"





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