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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2018 5:48:27 GMT
Timeline: TBD Previous Threads: N/A Characters Involved: @thejoker Mysterio Location: Brooklyn THE JOKER
"Hehehehehehehehehahahahahahaha!"
The Joker while behaving like his usual self, was not dressed like his usual self. This was true even when one considered the various fashion choices the Clown Prince of Crime made for the sake of comedy. For this heist, the man waving a submachine gun at the short, mustached, paunch-bellied proprietor of Yuck-Yucks was dressed very differently.
His hair was dyed blonde and his normal palor face and ruby red lips were muted by makeup, although his ever-present grin was not. It couldn't be. He wore a high-collared blue cape over his shoulders and behind his back. His suit was striped orange and blue. The stripes were vertical with two orange stripes across his chest before taking a detour down each of his legs. His showy shoes seemed to be modeled off of a pixie or an elf.
"You, New Super Mario Bros. 3DS, have a choice: you fork over all these lovely costumes and magical accouterment to me, the Trickster, or I shoot you in your head with my gun and dump your body at 1333 President St. The location of the faaaaaabulous casa de Trickster! Nhehehehahahaha!"
It was all a lie, of course. Not the threat. That was very real. The lie came in his supposed name and his self-evident costume. The Joker was using this man's life and business as part of a sick practical joke on a quasi-rival.
The Joker waved his firearm absent-mindedly at the shop keep before moving his eyes to a costume for those men and women who just had to dress up as an ice cream cone. This is why he had henchmen for those times when his attention span was that of a gnat. Coding Adapted from Silv.
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"I dunno... Maybe it's got something to do with me being the master of illusions?! Duh!"
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Post by Mysterio on Jun 18, 2018 11:20:44 GMT
Beck just so happened to be in the store at the time of the robbery, gathering some costumes for mannequins in his future illusions. Raising an eyebrow at the fact that someone was currently trying to rob a costume store of all things, there wasn't much he could do without his equipment. Moving slowly as to not catch the gunman's attention, he hit a button hidden inside of his sleeve as a Mysterio bot flew over and entered the store. "Halt criminal! Or face the might of Mysterio!" boasted the robot, sounding like Beck himself as he hoped it would buy enough time to slip on his gear that another bot was sneaking in through the back. Beck slipping into a changing room with the supplies as the bot kept watch over the crook's actions. Slipping on his costume and strapping on all his hidden equipment, the true Mysterio crept out of the changing room, seeing how his bot was faring in the battle. @thejoker
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2018 17:31:36 GMT
THE JOKER
"Hahahahahahehehe-hehe-huhuhuhu-hehe-nnnhehehehahahaha-waaaaahahahahahahehehehahahaha-a-ha-haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah-ehhehehe-mmmhe-mmhe-nn-n-n-hehaaaaaaha-hehehe-knk-AAA-AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-HAAAA-hehehehe-NNNNHEHEHEHAHAHAHA! You know, I was going to frame The Trickster for this–" the Joker ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head a bit. He wished he had gone with a wig.–but to Hell with that!" He reached into his pocket to pull out a comically-sized compact mirror. He applied makeup remover to his face in a haphazard fashion, leaving marks of peach and white. The compact fell to the floor. "I don't want that bargain basement, unfunny, low rent, talentless, joke stealing, never-been hack getting credit for how badly @thejoker is going to hurt you! I mean, 'face the might of Mysterio!', his direct quote was done in a mocking tone, "who in the name of Supergirl's scandalous short skirt talks like that? Nnhhehehe! Guys who get their asses turned into swiss cheese, that's who! HAHA!"RATATAT!
ATATTAT!
RATATAAAT!"AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"The Joker was not Spider-Man. He killed as a matter of course. One shot had been for the liver and the other two for each knee cap. Although he wasn't killing today. Not yet. He was playing with his prey. The Joker turned his attention to the shopkeep, leaving the good Samaritan for dead. "Soooooo", his eyes meandered to the name tag. "Gilgamesh? Really?" Gilgamesh nodded. "Did the disguise work for you? Did it, did it fool you?" He spoke with his machine gun as he would with his hands. "I mean, did you think I was Flash's little cabana boy? Y'know." He paused with contempt. "Tricksteeeer.""I do not know who that is.""What do you know? Let's check on the new guy!" ♫Oooooo Mister Cheerios!♪ He turned to check on the robot at the front door, as he did so his machine gun spat at Gilgamesh without the Joker actually looking. Soon after his turn, he paused licking his lips. "We've got a new friend. New friend! You're going to end up like Gilgamesh if you don't show your face! Don't feel sad about not being a super stealthy ninja! I face one every day so to me, your sneaking is like a rocket launcher being blasted in a maternity ward! WHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Coding Adapted from Silv.
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"I dunno... Maybe it's got something to do with me being the master of illusions?! Duh!"
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Post by Mysterio on Aug 8, 2018 6:14:05 GMT
The robot sputtered and sparked as it was filled with lead, some oil seeping out in a similar manner to blood. Mysterio internally cursed to himself about both the cost of the bot, and the fact he had been spotted. He sent his other robot towards Joker as a distraction, the machine blasted out a thick fog of smoke to fill the store. It wouldn't hamper anyone's breathing, but it sure as hell made it hard to see. Shooting out a bright flash of light to try and attract Joker's attention.
"It is the speech pattern of a trained theatrical professional! Instead of a two bit circus amateur such as yourself!" Yelled the robot through Beck's own words, charging towards Joker to deliver an uppercut to his jaw, while also projecting an illusion of tossing a handful of venomous snakes at the grinning goon. Meanwhile the true Mysterio had quietly created an exit for the remaining patrons, allowing them to escape to safety while his duplicate distracted the villain.
Once the civilians were safe, Beck made sure that the camera's were recording this all before joining the fray with his doppelganger, keeping his distance by shooting compressed air blasts towards The Joker via mock punches aimed towards him from the other side of the store. @thejoker
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2018 20:45:49 GMT
 "I've never actually been in the circus. Woowoo! Too much . . . too much elephant sh*t. Hehehehehehahaha! Oooh and you're throwing your little snakes! That's hehe! that's such a stupid move! So stupid that I'm just going to assume that the smoke that's billowing around isn't because you've had a bit too much melon. Nooo. It's probably fear gas! Scarecrow would kick your keister if he wasn't seventy pounds and covered in ultra-flammable straw. Woowoo! I'm a thing that's scary to birds fear my overalls and stupid hat! Waahahahaha! Heheh! You know who else uses fart machines, new friend? Batman! And I've learned through the years what to do when that happens. Shoot to the sky. WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
He unloaded a spray of bullets into the array of Halloween masks arranged nearer to the ceiling. He kept shooting and shooting until he had no more bullets left. "Eeh." He tossed aside his firearm. Instead of going after Mysterio, he leaped over the counter to pick over Gilgamesh's corpse. First he took his name badge, placing it upside-down on the clasp of his blue cape. He then took a knife from his belt line. He sang a tuneless song to himself as he removed the man's face with it. ♬Ah dah dah dah daaaaaaaaah.♫
He reached up for a stapler, padding around blindly for two or three tries. There was a sound of metal being bolted down six times.
In moments, he reemerged covered in gore and laughing to himself. "Oh, mysterious man of mystery. Heheh! I'm another innocent you need to save! I'm certainly not the villain in hehehehahaha disguise! Woowoo!" Gilgamesh's face was crudely stapled over his own.
This was the true horror of the Joker. He was a man who thought that the transparent attempt at mimicry born of the slicing off of a victim's face and fart jokes were equally hilarious.
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"I dunno... Maybe it's got something to do with me being the master of illusions?! Duh!"
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Post by Mysterio on Nov 27, 2018 21:30:20 GMT
Beck cringed at the sight of the mutilated madman, thankful that unlike this "batman" he had not perched on the rafters. Instead rather he had carefully made his way around the giggling goon, placing small cubes on the floor at varying intervals that projected a holographic duplicate of himself. "I hope I finish this job quick. This creep reminds me of Cletus." Thought the Mysterious Magician to himself as he noticed the fog starting to die down. Making sure to blend in with the other holograms he subtly flicked a small flashbang marble in the clown's direction, hoping that his holograms would distract him long enough for it to go off. As the fog was gone Mysterio gestured dramatically, all the holograms following and speaking in perfect sync with him. "You, a mere children's comedian think you can trick the master of illusions?! This insult shall not go unpunished! Quaeso, secundum apum examen in profundum inferni praecipitari permiseris volant noctuæ, et consumebant offensionibus tuis et animam!" As an burst of smoke appeared from his gauntlets that then triggered an illusion of a swarm of demonic looking bats to rise up around Mysterio and fly over towards Joker, swarming around him like a tornado of flapping wings. (Latin Translation: "I summon a swarm of bats from the depths of hell to consume your vile soul") @thejoker
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2019 2:09:02 GMT
"Ooh neat trick Scarecrow, Jr!", the Joker said with a gleeful grin as more Mysterios popped up. "I get to kick all of you in the cojones!" He tried to give a swift kick to the one of the duplicates but whiffed against nothingness.
"It's a process of elimination, like Guess Who?, but without pornstached men named Charles. Well, maybe you have a pornstache under that helmet. Hehe! Do you? I won't peak! Wehehehehe! Is . . . is your head egg-shaped like Bill or do you look vaguely like Ernest Borgnine, like Peter."
It was just a short time later that Mysterio started spouting off in Latin. The Joker played off as not being impressed. "I can do ominous Latin chanting too!" He made a show of clearing his throat. "Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, eos fierent omnesque volutpat at. Ehehehehehehe!"
The Ace of Knaves was a bit like Spider-Man, if Spider-Man were a psychotic. Everything was a joke. Every flourish, every bon mot, every bit of theatrics that made a fight better than mundane was sneered at and derided, was mercilessly mocked.
The bats themselves caused a bit of a change in the Guffawing Ghoul of Gotham's demeanor. His fists balled up and he spat venom. "Who do you think I am?" His voice was lower. It was raspier. It was almost inhuman. It returned to normal in his next utterance. "You think I fear him? HIM?" Low again on that last word. "I thought Cluemaster was a crappy version of Riddler, but you, you're the Ten-Eyed Man of Scarecrows!" Of course his intended target wouldn't get those references to the Clown's world.
"And me," he reached down to a severed mannequin arm that had been toppled during the madness. "I'm well armed. WAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" He rushed at one of the Mysterios with his new-found club in one hand and old blade in the other. Template adapted from Silv
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"I dunno... Maybe it's got something to do with me being the master of illusions?! Duh!"
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Post by Mysterio on Feb 3, 2019 21:26:26 GMT
"Oh for Pete's sake...It's a crystal ball! Why can't anyone ever infer that?!" Grumbled the stage sorcerer as he made a mental note of his foe's hatred of bats apparently, watching as another hologram whiffed at the Joker's assault. "Am I supposed to know who any of those people are?" Said Beck bluntly, dropping his showman tone of voice for a moment in honest confusion as his flashbang kept ticking down. "Bold talk coming from a naive who is nothing more than a mere imitation of Carnage." He bounced back with his theatrical flair, hitting a button on his gauntlet the hologram devices shut off as Mysterio went invisible, unobstructing Joker's view of everything before the flashbang went off in an explosion of blinding light. Protected from the flash by his helmet Mysterio quickly ran up to Joker, attempting to sock him in the gut and jaw in hopes of taking him out of the fight. He made sure to be wary of that knife however, despite still being cloaked he had no guarantee of safety while this close. While he struck at Joker he hit a button on the palm of his glove, attempting to summon more bots for assistance but even if they came it would be several minutes before they could arrive. @thejoker
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2019 23:32:20 GMT
"Hehehehaha-wahahaha! Wait, wait. Slap grandma's wrinkly old mouth, you know Carnage? Red ooze guy who's all axe arms and cuddles? Ooooh. So you're from his world aren't you? That makes us kinda sorta maybe allies."
"See, I teamed up with that redheaded step child because my guy, the Buttman, had teamed up with your Spider-Man."
He nodded.
"I tried to contact him earlier, Spider-Man. I even dressed my boys as Ricochet and Dusk to do it. See, I was friendly with your uh Cassidy? Cassius? With that red guy, uh, because he was all murder, murder, stab, stab, stab. Hehe! But, here's the thing, uh, that's all he was. I mean murder just to murder? Who the hell does that? When I cut off your face and wear it, at least I start riffing on quarter century old movies! Woowoowoo! So, we had a bit of a falling out."
"My guy doesn't smile. Not like this. Weehehehehahaha! He's all gloomy and mopey. Usually because I beat his adopted kid with a crowbar before blowing up the building he and his birth mother were in. Fun times. Buttman is all like "Grumpy grumble. You can't firebomb a pet store. Scowl!", but your Spider-Man hehehe. He talks. A lot. A looooooooooooooooot. And it's not just "Shut up" and "grrr" like my guy. He seems fun and happy. So, that just, to me, seems like the perfect kind of guy to tear down. To take apart. To make like me. How many jokes can he make when I give him such great material as his girlfriend's corpse loaded with about three gallons of Raid."
"WAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Mysterio vanished. "Oooh. Did you run off to take a piss? No? Are we still fighting? Gasp! You didn't go straight did you? No, how could you with all those theatrics. Nnnhehehe!" The Joker weaved and dodged like a boxer. "My guy is a barn owl swooping down at field mice, so let's see how easy it is to hear your bony butt coming." Clunk. Joker fell. Well, to the ground at least. It was a usual position for him. Prone and on the ground, but usually his opponent was using his raspy voice and throwing toys. As with him, the Joker laughed and cackled while underfoot. "Nnnheheheh. Woowooowooo! So, you're still doing this eh? With him? The Spider-Maaaaan. Does he spit web out of his ass? I mean, I assume that's where your nose is, so you'd know. Mmmmhehehehahahaha!"
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