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It all started when a crystal dropped into existence, punched a hole in time and space and landed into the lap of one the most insane men to ever walk the Earth.
At first, the clown didn't know what he had been gifted with, stuck in his cell in Arkham, staring at the reddish purple crystal laying innocently on the dirty stone floor.
And then the voices started, telling him of another universe, talking of power and chaos beyond what he could have ever dreamed.
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LET THEM KNOW WE
WONT BACK DOWN
a marvel/dc roleplay
I Just Made You Up [Loki!]
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Dead Man Walking
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Post by Jack "The Joker" Napier on Jul 17, 2012 7:22:39 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/JOEKERR.png) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 0px solid #000000; width: 500px; height: 550px; padding: 0px;, bTable][style=padding: 0px 10px;]It was time for some aggressive expansion as he liked to put it. Joker felt that he had been limiting himself to Gotham city for too long now, if Batman was allowed to get out and expand to other areas, then why wasn't he? Damn that Justice League, taking his fun away from him, of course the rest of the Bat Family was always fun to harass, but it simply wasn't the same without the big bad bat there. He couldn't break the man if the man wasn't around, it was the reason the clown had instead been biding his time in the Asylum, his goons had been keeping him up to date on Batty's whereabouts. But then that little gift from above landed right in his lap, and though he didn't know where that voice had come from, even someone as deranged as him knew a good time when he saw it. Escaping the Asylum was shamefully easy, getting out of LexCorp after he tossed the switch was a little harder as Luther wasn't particularly pleased with the clown jumping the gun. Did he really care? Not in the slightest, Joker wanted to see what would happen and he did, unfortunately for the mad man, he hadn't made it out with the crystal. Mainly because Fries and Strange tossed him out of a window before he could get his hands on it. No matter, while everyone else ran around like headless chickens, Joker was busy traveling around admiring his handiwork. Just look at all the fun he had caused! But most people didn't know it had been his doing, and there was a whole other world worth of people out there that didn't know him, and that needed to be remedied right away. Branching out, he had been through Albany and Hartford and now he was stalking through the darkened streets of Boston, literally stalking as he prowled around the shadows of the old city, no real plan in sight, just the need to have some fun. Simple enough when he found the backdoor to a club, so surprisingly devoid of security, devoid of it of course, because the hulking brute of a man was a little too busy lying dead in a dumpster. Oh Joker had told him he had a trick that would blow the mans mind, too bad he hadn't been a believer. The club was noisy and packed with people wearing things that made him laugh, honestly, and they said he was the crazy one. Slipping deeper in, he knocked into a very androgynous looking boy who quickly turned with what looked like the intent to start a fight, and that was when the clown pressed his favorite favorite favorite of all joy buzzers against the kids head, watching as he convulsed and dropped like a sack of bricks on the dance floor. All hell, of course, broke out after that. The music cut quickly, leaving nothing but the sound of his bone chilling laughter, carrying over the delightful screams of everyone trapped inside, stampeding towards the exists like mindless animals. The Clown Prince was still laughing when he set of the smilex bombs, taking a deep breath of the gas he tossed his head back and laughed, twirled on the spot and watched as around him people dropped like flies. Humming a tune, he picked over someone, grabbed a tube of lipstick from some dying girls purse with a smile and a thank you, and slipped back out of the club. Taking the lipstick to the side wall, he was cheerfully humming a tune as he drew a large haphazard smile on the wall, reminiscent of his own face. It was such a lovely night, and the fire engine red of the smile stood out like no one's business on the white stone of club, where anyone could see, the manic laughter and marvelous screams could still be heard even from outside, and Joker leaned against the wall, a smile on his face as he let out a satisfied sigh, watching as the occasional person walked past before stalking after a particularly strange looking fellow, "I ahhh, have to ask, how do you get your hair like that?" He flicked his tongue across his lips, brushed his hair back, "I'm thinking of trying a new style myself," What he was actually thinking, was how fun it would be to scalp the man, maybe make a wig out of that. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Tag: Loki! Words: 766 Music: Only - NIN Notes: Sorry that took so long, hope this is alright ^^; [/style][/style] |
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Ice in my Veins, Blood in my Eyes.
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Jul 17, 2012 20:40:49 GMT -5
It was an odd combination of sounds that assaulted the Demi-god's ears as he walked down the sidewalk. Screams, laughter, to be particular. Dying laughter. Strange combination but yet he ignored it. The noise was nothing to him but just that. Noise. Loki held no care for the deaths of humans, mutants, anyone really. It was not at his hands. It was not his doing. It could not be linked to him. Therefore he did not care. That was probably the strangest aspect to him tonight. He was walking towards the direction of the dying, not away from it. His presence was but ethereal to the mortals. It was enticing, like an exotic yet deadly creature. It could have been his livid acidic green eyes or his tall thin build. He did not know what attracted such creatures, but he would. Could use it to his advantage.
The night had been boring for the most part, nothing or no one showed their face. Showed concern. No one tried to bother him, not yet at least. He continued his walk, musing over the strange events of the bar a forth-night passed. Stark, A woman called Wanda, the haphazard skid-ish boy. Though the information he had relayed to Iron man was not a threat, nor a promise but a taunt. Loki laid most of his card on the table cryptically and unprovoked nature to Tony. Thanos' plan for the gauntlet, another attempt after the tesseract, all of it. If he could decipher the warning.
Loki seemed to stop dead in his tracks when the man against the wall addressed him. How odd, even for the humans. The man looked like. What did they call them, Jesters? Loki cut his eyes at the man with the green hair. Scalping him really? The man's mind was eclectic, jumping around. Defiantly chaotic. How interesting.
"First you have to bathe. I beleive would be the proper place to start" he spoke sarcastically as he continued to walk from the man.
Hopefully laying bait.
(I do extend apologies for the shortness of length. My muse was interrupted)
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Dead Man Walking
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Post by Jack "The Joker" Napier on Jul 19, 2012 15:15:01 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/JOEKERR.png) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 0px solid #000000; width: 500px; height: 550px; padding: 0px;, bTable][style=padding: 0px 10px;]There was something different about this guy, and it wasn't just the hair, but something that on a base level that Joker couldn't quite put his finger on. It was interesting though, and the clown did always enjoy the interesting things in life, was drawn to them really, and with the sounds of the club dying down to the last of literal dying laughter, he knew he was going to have to find something else to occupy his flittering attention span. And the man walking past him was just as good as anything, if not better because he was peaking interest in a way that no one had in a bit of a while. "Oh, do I offend?" He took an exaggerated whiff of his purple coat, a mocking laugh leaving him as he did so. They never let him out to bathe in the Asylum, mainly because he was such a safety risk, apparently even when he was stark naked. He would still maintain that the one security guard had simply slipped and impaled himself on the rusty, broken water knob in the showers. Either way, showers and personal hygiene weren't top priority most of the time, couldn't see who was coming up behind him through the water and the fog, "And then what, just how dooo you get that ahhh, lovely layered effect?" On tone alone, you couldn't tell if the clown was being serious, or just trying to be an asshole today, of course it was all the later and non of the former but still intrigued he followed after the other man. "Now do tell," He licked his lips, a psychotic grin stretching on his painted lips, one that seemed to go on forever thanks to the scars carved into his cheeks, "Just what are you?" Oh he was dying to know, Joker was as curious as he could possibly be about what he saw as a newest plaything. Those eyes weren't human, he knew it when he saw it, he may have been totally deranged, but he wasn't stupid. It was this instinctual draw and deep curiosity that was keeping Joker from just jumping the man and carving a grin into his face, or trying to at least. Not that he didn't plan to, that face was just made for a grin, after all that was all the Joker really wanted, just to put a smile on everyone's face. He laughed at the thought, out of the blue, that maddening laugh that bounced off the walls and had a way of setting a chill into people that were unlucky enough to hear it as he stalked behind this not-quite-a-man. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Tag: Loki! Words: 456 Music: Only - NIN Notes: No worries, stuff happens [/style][/style] |
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Ice in my Veins, Blood in my Eyes.
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Aug 2, 2012 20:39:52 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true]So Cut Out The Heart And Watch the World Burn Down
Loki did not even really turn to regard the clown further, it was not that the mortal was offensive. Loki had smelt worse, the smell of death and decay mixed with the foul smell of blood and magic had been enough to turn his stomach up the first time he had participated in a several year battle. He rolled his eyes to himself. Did this mortal not catch the hint, he was not interesting in what ever it was he was trying to accomplish. Regardless of the ghoulish sound that echoed down from the streets.
Now that had caught his attention.
How in the nine realms was this mortal able to tell that Loki was anything but human? He turned on his heel rather abruptly to glare down at the man in grease paint. He looked like he needed a new coat or to be put out his amusing misery. The Demi-god was not phased by the psychotic laughter, his own would as well send shivers down mortal spines.
"And what makes you assume that?" He taunted sarcastically. This man would do little with such information anyways. In fact this could be a source of amusement for the god.
Lets Tear it apart, Lets leave a Mark {ᛚᛟᚴᛁ} |
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Dead Man Walking
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Post by Jack "The Joker" Napier on Aug 15, 2012 1:59:26 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/JOEKERR.png) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 0px solid #000000; width: 500px; height: 550px; padding: 0px;, bTable][style=padding: 0px 10px;] "Ooooo," Joker grinned, tilting his head his head to give the taller man a grin that all but screamed 'I-know-something-you-dont,' it was that shit eating grin of his that normally made an appearance right before someone, namely Batman, punched him in the face. The clown licked his chapped, red painted lips, mock shivering with excitement in his shoes, "Oh oh ooh that one got your ahhhhttention, didn't it?" Good, oh that was just what he had wanted, he didn't know who or what this man was but Joker did love finding new playthings, the more dangerous the better. "If you ahhh must know, well, people don't have eyes like those," He leaned in until he was uncomfortably close, not caring much for the idea of the personal space, narrowing his vacant eyes at the other man in a mock squint, "Jeepers Creepers, where'd you get those peepers?" He was laughing and all but pirouetting as he made sure to dance away, just out of the other mans reach, "You never answered my question," Tsk tsk, Joker waggled a finger at him, clicking his tongue as he did so for added effect as he twirled again. Didn't matter, really really didn't. Whatever he was, as curious as the clown was, it didn't matter so long as he had some fun, which he was definitely about to. From his pocket he pulled a long serrated knife, twirling it around as he danced again, "Jeepers Creepers, where'd you get those peepers, jeepers creepers, where'd you get those eyes?" He was singing of key, didn't even care to try and carry the tune when he stopped and lunged at the tall man. Human or not, Joker didn't know the meaning of fear, couldn't even remember what the emotion felt like, so it was very easy for him to lunge, blade at the ready at the mystery in front of him, "I think I could do some interesting things with those eyes!" Why yes, he was trying to stab the man just to pluck his eyes out and keep them. Oh they would make lovely cufflinks for his suit. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Tag: Loki! Words: 370 Music: Only - NIN Notes: Oo this took forever, so sorry Dx [/style][/style] |
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Ice in my Veins, Blood in my Eyes.
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Aug 27, 2012 17:01:39 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true]So Cut Out The Heart And Watch the World Burn Down
Loki kept a keen eye on this clown, watching the man seemingly taunt and dance about him. Clearly having no idea of just what exactly he was messing with. It was but to court death to taunt the trickster. He made no move towards the clown when he preceded to invade his personal space. In fact he took no notion of it at all hardly. He watched him squint, straight faced.
The god did not rise to the taunts of the mortal, not yet. In fact he blatantly ignored the man entirely as he once again danced from arms length. Loki was slightly fascinated by this human, was he the product of a mental defect or just society at its finest. Though as for the defunct clown's words, The Trickster cared not to answer them. Even as the man wagged his finger in front of him. Loki could see the impending attack mounting in this pathetic creatures erratic movements.
The knife did not phase him in the slightest. It was a weapon made by man, and there were few and far in between that the public could lay hands on that could damage him. In fact there were none, those that existed were in the possession of shield. Including his own.
Loki Waited patiently for the man to make his move. The being did not disappoint. The Asgardian god merely caught the blade between his fingers at the strike with lightening fast reflexes. One so fast that to blink was to miss the movement. He cared not that the mortal still had hold of the blade. There was nothing that he could do now to retrieve it from the Demi-god's grasp. Even though it was but how one might hold a card between the pointer and middle finger.
"That would require you to remove them first." The God spoke in sarcasm. An such a thing would not happen.
Lets Tear it apart, Lets leave a Mark {ᛚᛟᚴᛁ} |
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Dead Man Walking
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Post by Jack "The Joker" Napier on Sept 10, 2012 22:35:07 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/JOEKERR.png) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 0px solid #000000; width: 500px; height: 550px; padding: 0px;, bTable][style=padding: 0px 10px;]Hurm. Well. That had been rather unexpected. Wasn't every day that someone managed to catch his blade when he put his mind to stabbing them. Then again he really did have this sneaky sneaky little hunch that the man before him wasn't really a man and he moved fast enough to back the claim up. Curiouser and curiouser......he had spent too much time with that damn Jervis Tetch while he had been trapped in Arkham. Listening to the man reciting Lewis Carrol from the cell next to his for hours upon hours had been enough to drive him insane.............oh wait. HA! Attempting to pull his knife back didn't work, but it was his favorite so the Clown didn't want to let it go, instead bringing a foot up to rest on the other man's hip for leverage as he continued trying to pull his knife back. It wasn't working though and so while he still tugged, Joker reached down with his other hand and pulled the first thing he could wrap his leather clad fingers around. So it was the potato peeler, he needed to get that out of his pocket, but.....he rather liked having it. It was fun to actually tie someone up and start peeling at their skin, oh how they did scream. J stabbed at the not-man again, this time with the peeler in the other hand and put some distance to change his plan of attack, "Weeeell," He clicked his tongue, watched closely, "Guess that means I have to try harder then," Or at least that's how he took it, just meant there was more to play with. But what to do what to do? The clown knew he wasn't particularly equipped to play with some of the things that had crawled out from the other side, but that didn't stop him anyway, "Still haven't ahhh answered you know though, sneaky sneaky," Tsk tsk, and here he was so curious. In a fluid movement though, he had pulled a few smaller bombs out of pocket, white with a red painted smile and dark eyes haphazardly scribbled on, light them and threw them at the other man. He had to wonder how this not-man would handle Joker Venom. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Tag: Loki! Words: 390 Music: Only - NIN Notes: when all else fails, stab some more [/style][/style] |
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Ice in my Veins, Blood in my Eyes.
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Sept 12, 2012 20:41:15 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true]So Cut Out The Heart And Watch the World Burn Down Loki would not relinquish the blade back to its owner. Even though he brought his foot up and placed it on Loki's hip for an attempt at leverage that just was not going to work. There was no hope for this mortal to retain what was once his. Unless Loki wanted him to have it back. The Demi-god arched a thin brow at the man's feeble attempts. It was amusing. Though as the man seemed to be digging his pockets again, this was truly the definition of insanity. Repeating the same thing over and over only to expect a different result.
A peeler? Loki scoffed and rolled his eyes as he cycled his other arm up to block the blow.
"and I am not going to answer your Questions." He retorted after he watched the man dance from his reach again. Loki tossed the blade he held way ward. Caring not where it landed. Though he heard the metal scrape and slide across the harsh pavement of the side walk and possibly into the street. Maybe the good little lunatic would chase it like a dog and be ran over by, what did they call them again. Yes, a Car. Now that would be amusing.
The Demi-god cocked his head to the side in slight curiosity, from knives to ballistics, now this was quite the jump. He knew that their mortal weapons would do little to him. However, he did not know the true nature of these bombs until they combusted at his feet. Letting clouds of what ever this fouls smelling substance was. This smell was never going to come out of this suit by any means other then magic.
He waved his hand in front of his face to try and dis-spell what was there. Completely horrid smell. With a flick of his wrist, the mage caused the winds to stir, blowing the gas way ward, else where. No doubt that what ever it was had been constructed to induce some form of some discomfort in humans, Though Loki wasn't human now was he.
"And What was that supposed to do exactly?" He really did not expect a straight forward answer from the lunatic as he snapped forward, lashing a hand out towards the man's throat with every intent to lift him from the ground. He was growing tired of ill placed games.
Lets Tear it apart, Lets leave a Mark {ᛚᛟᚴᛁ} |
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Post by Jack "The Joker" Napier on Oct 6, 2012 20:52:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/JOEKERR.png) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 0px solid #000000; width: 500px; height: 550px; padding: 0px;, bTable][style=padding: 0px 10px;]His head tilted, a momentary movement of exasperation as he frowned deep enough for it to turn into a grimace from the scars on his face. Joker Venom had no effect on him, well that wasn't very much fun at all, in fact that just re-cemented the idea that he had to step his game up, Joker really needed new toys to deal with this new class of boys and girls he had found himself playing with. But what was he? Oh curious, so very curious, what was the nature of this not quite a man in green that toxins didn't affect him and knives bounced off. Better question, though, and really the important one in this situation was what would? This was still a chance for a learning experience after all, he tapped his leather clad fingers against leg in thought, honestly stopping to think for a moment, and found himself caught around the throat by that strong grip. Joker always did get a little too caught up in himself sometimes. His feet were dangling off the ground and it was a familiar feeling, being hoisted off the ground in that fashion, but oh how woeful that it wasn't his good buddy Bats on the other end. His lips pulled up, a yellow toothed smile reminiscent of a shark even if he was the one in danger, too deranged to realize he was the one in trouble. Not that the clown could say it mattered, he didn't know what fear was, and his own self preservation instinct wasn't the greatest because of it. Instead he started laughing, swinging his feet the way a child would as a hand came up to hold onto the other man's wrist, what an interesting day he was having! Oh J just couldn't seem to stop himself, laughing at this man that no doubt could easily snap his neck right at that moment. The other purple gloved hand had slid back into his pocket, groped around for his newest toy, a joy buzzer with enough voltage to fry a man. Oh how had he forgotten about that one?! Slipping it on his finger he switched hands to grip the man with buzzer, wondering if it would even do anything, speaking as he moved this time, "Weeelll I could tell you, I could....if you ahhh told me what you were that is," Now he just wanted to know because the man wouldn't tell him, "Granted," He flicked his tongue across his lips, grinning like the devil, "I could always show you, who knows you might even get a kick[i/] out of it, we could paint the town red," He pressed the buzzer down on the man now, head tilting with an almost morbid curiosity wondering if it would work. A part of him doubted it would, almost hoped it wouldn't because he was fascinated at the resilience to everything else he had thrown at the other man so far. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Tag: Loki! Words: 515 Music: Head Like a Hole - NIN Notes: self preservation, he aint got it [/style][/style] |
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Oct 19, 2012 0:54:57 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true]So Cut Out The Heart And Watch the World Burn Down
Loki continued to easily hold the deranged clown several feet off the ground by the throat. This mortal was clearly not right in the head, few would dare act in such a fashion as to smile and toddle about like a child would hanging from a tree limb. His was almost pulled into a bit of disgust as the man put a hand around his wrist, no doubt that it was to keep some of the pressure off his windpipe. It mattered not.
As the mortal changed hands, there was a distinct change in what ever was on the glove. It did not bother Loki one bit, there was no air of concern for what the object was, as it were everything else that was tried held no effect upon him. Surely this as well would be a moot point. A feeble attempt only to match the last.
Does it matter what I am to you? Clearly you are far too mentally unstable to realize that I could kill you at any given moment I so much as chose could be your last. " Loki spoke sarcastically with a roll of his eyes. He Let the painted mortal speak, "Your kind bear no use to me, not even in potential use, You are but a poor attempt at chaos.
Then the object revealed itself as the clown used it. The most that it accomplished was to merely tighten Loki's grip about the man's fragile throat. Oh how he despised electricity. It was the chosen element of Thor, his one friend. A being that he once confided in but now grew to hate with a bitter blinding rage. Loki merely scowled at the clown in his grasp before he turned with the mortal still in his grasp and tossed him Idly into a parked car. Unaffected by the electricity.
Lets Tear it apart, Lets leave a Mark {ᛚᛟᚴᛁ} |
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Post by Jack "The Joker" Napier on Nov 28, 2012 16:47:35 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/JOEKERR.png) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 0px solid #000000; width: 500px; height: 550px; padding: 0px;, bTable][style=padding: 0px 10px;]"A poor attempt?" Why Joker was almost ruffled by that comment, he was the best of the best at what he did, or so he liked to think, but so far there was no one that could strike fear into a Gotham citizen's heart like he could. Of that he was positive, and quite proud as a matter of fact, his eyes narrowed and he flicked his tongue out in that odd little twitch of his, "You say that, but I'm guessing that you've never heeeeaaard of my work," Joker said in a drawl, eyes rolling to look around a little and his hand waving about before going back to holding his arm. The clown hit the car hard enough to make a dent in the metal as he went skidding over the top and landed on the other side of the parked vehicle with a thud that knocked the rest of the wind out of him. That hurt, but he had been beaten and tossed around far worse then that before, so Joker extended his fingers, wiggling them a little before pushing himself off the ground. Standing, he took a moment to fix his purple jacket, shrugging the coat back into place and running a hand through his stringy green hair to push it back out of his face before climbing on top of the roof of the car and sat with a demented smile. "That ahh, that was a little.......uncalled for, wouldn't you say?" A grotesque mock pout on his face that didn't quite work because of the scars, Joker was kicking his feet again, "Here we were, having suuuuuch a delightful conversation and you go throwing me into vehicles, someone......someone could get hurt you know," J chided, almost like he was talking to an unruly child that had started throwing his toys across a room. It was at this point that some poor victim made the mistake of coming down the street, the moment they caught sight of Joker, there was quite a bit of staring. The poor bastard was going to wish that he had kept walking, especially when Joker tossed a smilex bomb at him, the gas expelled, a small explosion, and he was watching the man laugh himself to death, "Now, why, whhhhy didn't that happen to you?" J tilted his head at Loki, "Buuuuuut if you don't want to tell me who you are, and I can't kill you, then we're at an impass," [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Tag: Loki! Words: 425 Music: Head Like a Hole - NIN Notes: he's still so unreasonably curious [/style][/style] |
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Jan 19, 2013 4:20:39 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true]So Cut Out The Heart And Watch the World Burn Down
Loki merely rolled his eyes, watching the clown lift himself from the ground almost as if he had not been hurt but the blow. Knowing that the man was only human, probably only hiding it or ignoring it. Possibly the insanity had take such a grasp that pain no longer registered as such.
Not that he cared for the person. The man was a joke a poor attempt at chaos. Such things were clearly beyond the realm of mortals. Though there was a unique quality about the man that kept Loki lingering in place of vanishing into nothingness to where ever he so pleased.
"I was quite counting on it" He spoke a bit under his breath, but still loud enough to be heard clearly. The Demi-god didn't move, he did not run when the mortal clown tossed a bomb wayward towards the man on the street.
Curious effect, a rickety grin fighting its way across the human's face in his fit of laughter. Interesting, the chemical compound's reaction. He tilted his head like a cat as he watched the man die. Of course there was need for suspicion from the painted one. If that was the given result ant it had not happened.
"Curiosity is not your ally. Steer away from it. "
Lets Tear it apart, Lets leave a Mark {ᛚᛟᚴᛁ} |
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Post by Jack "The Joker" Napier on May 11, 2013 4:44:40 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/JOEKERR.png) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 0px solid #000000; width: 500px; height: 550px; padding: 0px;, bTable][style=padding: 0px 10px;]How utterly frustrating. Frustrating, frustrating, and a little more frustrating on top. He hadn't come across someone quite so frustrating since his dear old Batty. He wanted to know, he wanted to know, oh it just wasn't every day he came across something so perfectly out of place when put against the backdrop of the world in his mind. And wasn't that funny? He knew men that could turn into clay, men that liked to dress up with straw and even men covered in scales that looked more reptilian then anything else, but this was what peaked his interest. This man, because his eyes weren't human. And damnit he still wanted them for his cufflinks, oh he'd just be a fashionable clown then wouldn't he? Would really tie the outfit together. Joker was just on the cusp of becoming a petulant child because of it. He wanted what he wanted and he was so used to getting what he wanted. Cracking his back with a loud pop and a sigh, Joker shook his head and pushed himself off the car, landing in a fashion more graceful that would have been expected of him and shrugged his coat back into place, it would have been such a normal action, something just regular if it hadn't been for the haphazard war paint spread across his face. For all intents and purposes, it looked like J had finally taken the hint, that he was just going to go on with his business, but that would have been the sane thing to do, and he wasn't playing with a full deck. So he stepped up to the other man, getting much too close to him and proving that there wasn't much of a survival instinct to him in the process. Then he leaned in a little more, a grin spreading across his face, wider and wider and then wider still, all red and insane, "I thought you would know, you know. People like you allllllways seem to know, even though I don't know what you are. You're not human, no no no and ahhhh things that aren't human always seem to know," And just what the hell was the Joker even talking about at that moment? His head tilted, gaze narrowed on the man that wasn't quite that, a sudden seriousness in his blackened eyes. "I did it you know. Oh, but you don't know, and the the problem, isn't it?" And suddenly he was no fun anymore, and suddenly all Joker wanted was to see if he bled red. The clown did take a measure of pride in what he did, he did it so damn well after all, and the sudden shift in mood went back to his work being called into question. That meant the man didn't know, "I remade the world in my image," And his image was chaos damnit. His voice low, dark, more a growl then anything else, "Now, nownownow, that's reeeal chaos isn't it?" The clown had to wonder if maybe his shiny new crystal would be able to put a scratch in the man before him. It had such funny little powers after all. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Tag: Loki! Words: 550 Music: Head Like a Hole - NIN Notes: he's insulted 8| [/style][/style] |
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FORUM SKIN BY KATYA OF GANGNAM-STYLE
do not steal
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