Dance of Madness [Open]
Feb 22, 2019 22:18:49 GMT -5
Post by Mega on Feb 22, 2019 22:18:49 GMT -5
A dark corridor opened up floating in midair, dropping a colorful character from it nonchalantly as they hit the ground. Bells jingling violently for a moment before he stood up- or pulled himself back up rather. Just everything about him seemed... unnatural, even the simple act of walking was unnerving to watch. It almost looked like he was dancing to a tune only he could hear. He couldn't remember what this place was off hand, it wasn't Castle Oblivion. And there was no Steve here either. He went through a corridor into the arena and then realized where he was. The Coliseum was a perfect first stop to shake the dust off! He continued moving forward at an unnatural gait, switching between shuffling zombie to a puppet controlled by a poor master. Either description was apt!
But he had power, much of it the same- yet different. He started to skip now, the tune he was apparently listening to growing more intense. Nobody was here though. Wasn't this an arena of fighters? Not a soul alive! Maybe they killed each other. Maybe they felt the disturbance in the force? Maybe he should just wreck the place! But then he remembered he had no Steves. He missed Steve. The way he made unintelligible noises, the way he ran in terror. And the pie fights. Can't forget about that. Aaaahh... his body stiffened and for a moment he looked almost normal.
Someone was coming! The little jester's body swayed, arms swinging down low again as the tune started to pick up again. "Like a never ending Final Fantasy, I return to the stage. And how it has missed me. Care to dance?"
The Jester asked, his voice emanating from his guest's mind. He twisted his head from one side to the other, both watching his guest and also noticing how he sounded for the first time. His beautiful voice! It was gone! CURSE YOU STEVE!
But he had power, much of it the same- yet different. He started to skip now, the tune he was apparently listening to growing more intense. Nobody was here though. Wasn't this an arena of fighters? Not a soul alive! Maybe they killed each other. Maybe they felt the disturbance in the force? Maybe he should just wreck the place! But then he remembered he had no Steves. He missed Steve. The way he made unintelligible noises, the way he ran in terror. And the pie fights. Can't forget about that. Aaaahh... his body stiffened and for a moment he looked almost normal.
Someone was coming! The little jester's body swayed, arms swinging down low again as the tune started to pick up again. "Like a never ending Final Fantasy, I return to the stage. And how it has missed me. Care to dance?"
The Jester asked, his voice emanating from his guest's mind. He twisted his head from one side to the other, both watching his guest and also noticing how he sounded for the first time. His beautiful voice! It was gone! CURSE YOU STEVE!