Re: Journey to the Center of the Dome (Hito and Ciro graduation)
OoC: You got Joker done well, and hopefully I got Aleena alright XD I'm basing her off all those times she beat up Joker for some kind of errant comment =P
Many thoughts whirled through Joker’s mind as he plummeted down the stairwell, the most pressing being the pain he would no doubt feel when he finally deigned to make contact with the unyielding ground. He didn’t like pain, probably because it was, as the name suggested, painful. He knew he went out of his way to annoy people, and that was certainly asking for some form of punishment, yet it seemed he had landed himself with a woman who was quite willing to deal it out as she saw fit.
Hence leading to his current appointment with The Floor; after he had finished with the hastily scheduled Undetermined Drop of course.
Rude though it would be; and even though he was sometimes called a public nuisance he did endeavor to be polite, Joker sadly realized he would need to cancel his meeting with The Floor. After all, he had left what he assumed would be his partner all on her lonesome.
Those thoughts, minus the trivialities brought on by his eccentric thinking patterns, took all of a few moments, with the solution to portal his way back to the starting point of his journey an added bonus.
A swirling purple vortex opened up before him, linked to the beginning of the stairs at an elevated height and angle. Those precautions became obvious as Joker hurtled through the portal with open arms, appearing above and behind the white haired girl. Though he had control over the portals, he could not check his speed and as such he fell upon the girl heavily, in an impromptu tackle hug.
“Did you miss Joker~?” The question came out of his mouth with such good cheer; he could practically feel the girl’s hackles rising in response. Obviously one with issues, Joker thought to himself.
That would have been an understatement, for the girl gave an incoherent yell, flipped Joker over her back and proceeded to acquaint her elbow to his stomach with punishing force.
“What the hell is your problem!?” she yelled at him, her eyes blazing with fury.
Joker sucked in a breath, his stomach protesting the beating it was taking. He would have loved to answer that question but alas, she had driven the much needed air from his lungs.
Snarling, she rose, clutching her torch as though it would keep from doing him anymore harm, “I assume you are here to find Orysius as well and are a … fellow student?”
Perhaps it was only in Joker’s head, but he got the distinct feeling she wanted to have nothing in common with his esteemed self.
Nodding, Joker crossed his legs as he stayed on the floor looking up at her with amused eyes, ignoring the pains of his body, “Joker only got to this place and suddenly received a note saying he was to come to this room and face his final test. Joker could only assume it was you when he entered, but Joker sees he was mistaken,” that was the closest he would come to apologizing, his smile at odds with his intended meaning – he had obviously enjoyed surprising her.
When the white haired girl continued to glare at him stonily, Joker got to his feet and sighed, “That big arrow means for us to go down, yes? Joker has already travelled some of that distance with your aid so if you wish…” he trailed off, indicating the portal he had come out of. It had lowered to the floor to provide easy access.
Seeing her mistrusting gaze, Joker stepped into the portal himself, appearing on the other side on the stairs far below. Turning, he called up them, waving his torch to the speck of light he could see at the top of the stairs, “Joker be safe and waiting! Hurry so we can find this test!”
Even as he spoke he felt a sudden chill brush down his spine, causing him to half-turn towards the shadows leading down the stairs. Darkness was thick, and he realized all too abruptly that there was a final test, and no doubt other smaller – or not so small- tests before they would reach it.
A slow deadly hissing gurgle seemed to answer and confirm his thoughts, as he stood with torch upraised and dagger firmly in his grip…