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Drakkoniss -> RE: =HS= Character Discussion Thread (3/15/2012 11:07:34)
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*the second Clown is gone, he laughs*
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, I love it when they fall for fakeouts.
There was a reason for me telling him those things. Besides that, he by far underestimates my hand to hand combat proficiency. *smiles peevishly*
Unfortunately for him, that was not a normal bullet I fired in his gut, and the rest of them in the magazine were, because I knew none of the other ones needed to be.
(I am talking to myself while lying on the ground in a pool of my blood, with my hands underneath my head, as if I was lounging about without a care in the world, btw)
While no technology of the higher sorts would work while it was active, I knew he'd understand that, and that he'd pick up on the heart comment.
In truth, the bullet that hit him had a collapsible head, containing nanites enough to circulate adequately for the purpose I had in mind. Those nanites went out of phase immediately after my heart was stopped, but were locked on his soul by design, meaning even if he changed bodies they would still allow for the strategy to be effective.
Now... *searches for Clown with his mind, sitting up and concentrating, locating him, eventually, and knowing it is the true Jester because of the locked nanites that he could see the connections of*
*sends the signal for them to re-enter his bloodstream, which they do, and then release a powerful sedative specifically designed for him, based off experiments I had gone through with my memory of his many bodies, knowing it would work for this one, as well; they also have another, rather more sinister effect, however: they all in concert produce a field nullifying his powers, within his body*
*teleports to him, and catches him, as he slumps in a death-like stupor, caused by the sedatives interaction with his systems*
Check; Mate.
*opens a portal, and a straight jacket pops out, which he wraps him in with his mind* I always facied you'd look good in one.
*opens more, from which heavy iron chains fly out and encircle him, wrapping him tight*
*finally, he pulls metals from all around him, forming a complete seal around all of his body, save his head*
At least you'll be able to see my house, now. It's been improved since your shadow last escaped from it, by my design.
*upon arival in the chamber he was looking for, he places him in a specific slot, upon which a machine bores multiple holes in his skull, and tubes go in them, while others simultaneously inject themselves into his jugular veins and carotid arteries, and tubes pass into his mouth and nose, preparing to keep him alive in a continuous sedated state for as long as medically possible... and there is alot more possible for it there than there are in most places*
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Now, the question is whether or not he can be recaptured from the most secure facility ever created, at the very least in the galaxy: a place that noone knows he's been brought to, but some might guess, and which noone knows the location of, especially considering it tends not to be either in the universe, or accessible through it.
*strolls through the city, breathing in the air, which seemed all the cleaner, and through the ravaged streets, so beautiful to him*
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Depends on what you consider alien. Ancient Darkness could be considered one.
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