(Plot Thread Thing) SURPRISE! A Little Gift From Crane, With Love
Characters: Jonathan Crane, the Queen, Open
Where: The Complex, the Shadowlands
When: After this so that Crane's had enough time to simmer and pout (and set up the toxin)
Summary: Crane's pissed off about what happened when he bumped into Harley Quinn and the Joker and decides to take it out on everyone else by fear toxining the entire complex. YOU ( Read more... )
Where: The Complex, the Shadowlands
When: After this so that Crane's had enough time to simmer and pout (and set up the toxin)
Summary: Crane's pissed off about what happened when he bumped into Harley Quinn and the Joker and decides to take it out on everyone else by fear toxining the entire complex. YOU ( Read more... )
And today was the day he was caught off guard.
The SOLIDER general may have been a hero but there was a very big difference when it came to his set of skills. He was a close to mid range fighter, preferring swords and more arcane weapons to using guns or bullets or even materia. Wandering around the complexes he had managed to avoid in serious amounts of conversation. Serious, mind you. He was good at eavesdropping being, in truth, a hair too shy for his "hero" title - a great introvert but bad at pretending to be an extrovert. He was better at being more obvious than hiding, despite his enormous circle of capability.
His hands had been holding up a book and his thoughts had been preoccupied when he...felt it. Heard it. His system had been acting odd lately due to the lack of drugs he had had with with when he was Phased (red: none) and this sudden infusion was...
The General's body did the first thing it always did when it suddenly came to Jenova's attention that he was...under attack, the toxin causing him to abruptly cough, getting a rather merciless amount of it blown directly into his face from the vents. He buckled, dropping the book to the floor where his knee crushed the cover into a third of itself, his eyes widening and flared a dangerous, hyper green, the iris shrinking in size to resemble a cat's.
And he growled, his curved lips curling, his head starting to ache as the world started to swim. An echo of foosteps became hysterical laughter, the metal paneling on the walls began to twist and melt as if set upon by inescapable, volcanic heat, as if suddenly bleeding, rusting as the inky, dripping, oozed shadows in the corner grew extra limbs and merrily walked away.
Having outwardly fallen to his knee, the SOLDIER general held his head in his hands and twitched, his body shaking as sweat appeared abruptly over his face, his clothing beginning to stick to his frame as he had opted for civvies this day other than his SOLDIER uniform. His lips parted in an awkward, strained gasp and he made a sickened groan of a noise.
"F-fuck...!"
He was not getting out at the laughing, the screaming all began to meld into a psychotic screech that made his eardrums want to bleed.
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Blackened eyes descended upon the figure kneeling in the hall ahead but the expression on the Joker's paint-smeared features remained unchanged. He didn't recognize the man but the sickly green clouds that gushed silently from every vent throughout the hallway were immediately identifiable. Either Crane was conducting another "experiment" or he'd managed to stumble into the central air circulation unit and gotten himself and his toxin canisters mangled to bits in the mechanical workings. But however amusing the latter explanation was, Crane wasn't the sort to make such a harebrained mistake and the vast amounts of toxin pouring into the hallways was certain testimony that this was a deliberate setup. He wouldn't be surprised at all if it happened to the ex-doctor's way of tending his "wounded pride" after that little taste of his own medicine.
The Joker held in his breath. Having had a recent encounter with the stuff, he knew what it could do once inhaled. While the drug was incapable of having the desired effect on his mind, he would pass on a second helping. Like bad Chinese take-out one taste was enough. His footsteps slowed nearly to a pause some good distance away, possibly even far enough for his presence to go unnoticed. He watched in mild curiosity for just a moment as the man with silver tresses twitched and swore against his hands. But he did nothing more, nothing to help and nothing to hurt. Apparently the Scarecrow wasn't going to show his burlap-clad face to "observe" the reactions to his toxin. Coward.
He picked up his pace cutting his way through the roiling yellow fog. If he was going to avoid breathing in the miasma of toxin, he would have to locate a transporter before the breath he was on ran out, or at least replicate himself a gas mask. Once again the Joker's footsteps echoed down the hall, the sound growing dimmer as he rounded a corner, uninterrupted by the gentle whoosh of a sliding door as they dissipated.
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It was more like something the Professor would dream up.
That thought, in that moment, did something unfortunate. The world collapsed and the metal pulled itself so much that it turned white - became hallways, extending forever like many of his early nightmares. A flicker of glass - glasses perched on someone's nose. His head whipped up and he growled animalistically at the person who was retreating.
There was no logic anymore as his eyes burned to green, the pupil a slit, his fine face curled back into a menacing expression - a fearful one as the laughter in his head was overpowered by the unearthly screech of nails on chalkboards. He tried to get up, stagger to his feet, the book under his knee forgotten, having become apart of the dark floor that threatened to swallow him up with crabby little hands and moving shadows.
"You..."
It was high tie the Joker did one thing. Run like hell and hope he wasn't followed.
The keys had become apart of the screech - had become apart of this monster that had been created to such twisted extremes, Sephiroth could not discern reality, Jenova completely at odds with herself as she struggled to regain control, reorient and eliminate the toxin from Sephiroth's system before it did noticeably permanent brain damage of a kind.
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