Re: [Round 2, Set 1] That Which Darkness Shields
“Cha~ra~ra, ra~ra BANG!” A body fell twitching to the ground.
“Cha~ra~ra, ra~ra BANG!” Once more there was a distant thump as a person was ‘killed’, wondering how on earth he had managed to get shot by what seemed to be a singing lunatic.
Laughing, Joker spun himself around a corner and sank into the splits as a laser was fired at him.
“Idiot, how you going to dodge now?” his assailant crowed in victory as he aimed his laser and fired, the red beam lancing towards Joker’s head in what seemed an inescapable hit.
“Buu buu~!” making the sound of a quiz show buzzer, Joker flattened himself back against the floor, the laser passing his nose narrowly. Without even checking, Joker knew what his opponent’s next move would be and raised himself into a backwards handstand, the new shot hitting where his ass had been a moment ago.
“Buu buu~ You miss Joker again~” Joker laughed as he bounced on the floor one handed, the other stretched to the side for balance as it held his own gun.
“What the hell?! You a clown? I freaking hate clowns!!!” Roaring, the man fired his laser wildly at Joker, his rage at all the clowns in the world that had traumatized him as a child focusing on Joker. Unfortunately for him, Joker was not the most easy thing to focus upon.
Joker spun midair, bent himself backwards, sprung off walls like they were made of rubber and at one point even hung from an overhanging pipe by his foot while cuddling what seemed to be a stuffed penguin that had found lodging in a U-bend.
“Buu buu~! Mister should really give up, must be age that makes you so blind that you can’t hit one Joker!” Laughing, Joker pirouetted and did a leap over a wild shot that would have done Swan Lake justice. Landing, he swirled into a graceful bow, his hand extended as he fired a single shot that downed the man and left him sprawled on the floor, near frothing at the mouth.
“Cha~ra~ra~, ra~ra~ BANG~!” he sang belatedly as he crouched on the low wall and kept firing at the fallen warrior just to see him twitch, “Joker wonders if doing this will make him more insane… can he hear Joker? Does he know what Joker is doing to him? Ara, if he’s conscious while ‘dead’ he might use this as a chance to become Joker’s rival!”
Standing up in sudden insight, Joker laughed and clapped in delight, “Joker has his own evil rival, just like the ones in cartoons! The ones who always try to become stronger than the hero but always FAIL~!”
“Y-You… clown…!!!” The grunted words brought Joker’s attention back to the man who still twitched on the floor.
“Arara, Joker must be off now~!” Grinning, Joker leaped off the wall, clung to a pole and shimmied his way up it like a worm. It didn’t take the icy haired teen long to notice that the pole he climbed connected to an overpass, one that no one seemed to have taken advantage of as yet. Possibly because the only known entrance to it was so exposed none ever survived to reach it. Then again, no one would have dared climbing the pole as Joker had done – the drop was at least five levels.
Working his way over the edge and into this new suspended walkway, Joker whistled at the view he had. This had to be the highest path available in the labyrinth and everyone below was subject to Joker’s whims.
“|)ud3, I s33s wh47 j00 d|d! \/\/i|<3d 5killz j00 g0t. T4k3 0u7 4s m4ny a5 j00 c4n!” Man, I saw what you did! Cool skills. Get as many of them as you can!the message scrawled itself over the inside of his visor and Joker grinned.
Impulsively, he stood on the rail of the walkway, walking along its thin edge with ease. Flinging his arms out, he fired his laser at a small blue dot that was scurrying below.
“Cha~ra~ra BANG~! Cha~ra~ra BANG~! Cha~ra~ Bang!” Skipping along, avoiding lasers even as he fired them, Joker laughed and sang then ducked behind a wall for safety once more.
Whistling cheerfully to himself, he checked his score count and was pleased to find it was the second highest in the game. The one who was in the lead was his own team mate, the one who had such odd speaking habits. Sadly, that meant that unless Joker upped his game, there was no way he could dispose of this rival that prevented him from winning. If firing one’s own team mate had been allowed, Joker would have been found clinging to a ceiling and stalking the poor man.
So now Joker waited on high, firing at the people milling below him like insects, waiting to be picked on by those on higher ground. Alas, while his new position afforded him a better chance of winning, Joker was getting bored of sitting in the one place and resolved to move as soon as he could think of some sort of dramatic manner with which to do it.
“Joker wonders… is this game what people refer to when they say Gang Bang?”