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You give me a prompt. I´ll write you one, but in turn the next person will ask a drabble from you and you will write it. The next person will request a drabble from that person.....and so on and so forth.
So, B gets a drabble from A, C gets a drabble from B, D gets a drabble from C ( Read more... )
I love the Trickster arc in Catwoman and I always wanted to read fic about it.
Thanks!
And for creepy!fic sequel...
Whenever the Trickster was smiling, it was usually a bad sign for you. But when the Trickster did not smile... it was even worse.
Behind his eyes a fire raged, eating away bits and pieces of James´soul. Well...what was left of it, anyway.
After he had died - no tunnel of light, no relatives guiding your way, not even Hell. There was nothing until he heard two voices. He knew one of these; sweet honey covered a blade of ice and acid; this voice made promises, let you soar, made your dreams reality - and all it wanted was your soul. Neron - prince of lies, master of Hell. The devil.
The other voice....James couldn´t even tell if it was a woman or man. He heard soft comfort, tranquility and neverending regret.
With the voices came twilight and he saw silhouettes shrouded in mist. The sharp angles of Neron, his pointy cape, the ears - the other one was ....round, soft, flowing, floating. It was so bright!
The silhouette turned around to him and there were tears in its eyes.
"I´m so sorry, my child".
Then he fell, fell through fire and shadows, fell through ice and pain and when he stopped he saw the too familiar stone formations and a throne.
"Apparently I´m not the only one who can´t resist a good deal," Neron stated. He was sitting on the throne and watched James with a bemused expression.
"And to think, after all these years of being a hero, one of the good guys. You didn´t curse, you didn´t drink, you became a cop, prepared to take your old friends down - in the end you did everything right and still...you ended up back here. And do you know why?" He didn´t even wait for an answer. "Because I made a deal. I wanted your soul. And I got it. You´re mine now, James. You cost me a fortune, my Trickster, but it was worth every soul I paid."
James stood there, feeling...nothing. He didn´t feel anything. No pain, fury, sorrow...there was nothing left.
"I almost didn´t believe that my deal would be accepted, but with the right price, you can get anything. I traded 100 souls for you - all good people who ended up here because they made a deal. A mother who sold me her soul to get her kid on the waiting list for a new heart, a husband who sold his soul to the devil and got a cure for his wife´s terminal sickness... all these poor souls ended up here. And now ...I got you."
Neron laughed. "Your own god traded your innocent, eternal soul without your consent. You have been sold. Used. Betrayed."
He was so close, whispering his sweet lies into James´ear, but ....those weren´t lies. No lie could be more painful than the truth now.
"You gave up your life´s calling. You gave up the tricks, the laughter, the thrill, the hunt-" "the game, the dance. I gave up myself, because I didn´t want to end up here. I did nothing wrong! I died a hero´s death."
"And where did it bring you?"
"Hell! I ended up in hell! I sacrificed my life and-"
"Your reward is eternal damnation."
"I´ve been betrayed!"
"Abandoned"
"Abandoned!"
"Left alone"
"Left alone!"
Neron´s words trickled into James´ears, poisoning his sanity, his mind, his heart.
"Damn the god who sold you, damn the friends who abandoned you...damn them all! Why should you be the only one suffering? It´s not your fault....it´s them! They did it, with their warped view of justice, their rules, their laws that benefit themselves... they did that to you."
"They did that to me!"
"It´s their fault"
"It´s their fault!"
"Get revenge"
"Get REVENGE! They will pay for what they did to me!"
The devilish laugh sounded again, shookhim to the core, rang in his ears until he realied that he was the one who was laughing.
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A whirlwind of fire and shadows and he was back. Back to life. Back in his hometown.
He remained silent, plotting their demise.
He wasn´t strong enough to take them all on, not yet.
But the Trickster always had a few aces up his sleeve...
"Revenge shall be mine," James thought, "now it´s my turn!"
Black blood coursed through his veins, green flames raged behind his eyes and in hell Neron laughed.
Tricksters were the world´s keepers of balance.
And the scales had just shifted in his favor.
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Yikes, no wonder James went evil. All the work and in the end it counts for nothing because Neron made a deal. Do the numbers mean there'll be more creepy sequels? Because these were amazing. The revenge part sounded really interesting...
What do I owe for this wondrous bounty?
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actually it was just because I had exceeded the character limit for comments, but I´m not opposed to write more^^
What do I owe for this wondrous bounty?
Superpowers - bah, who needs ´em anyway!
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The imp's initial offer had been super powers of his own. However the Trickster had always had a 'bah, who needs 'em anyway' attitude towards super powers. Really what was the point? Being ridiculously fast or intangible or impervious to harm removed the risk from an escapade. And anyone with sense knew that all that did was forcibly eliminate every last trace of fun from the game. Magic powers on the other hand...well that was something he could work with. Or so he'd initially thought. Once he'd finally managed to restore the balance of Good and Evil in Central City, undo the accidental hexes he's placed on his fellow Rogues in his exasperation and destroy the last of the zombie flamingos he conjured up on a whim, Trickster was exhausted. It occurred to him that now he could do anything he wanted all he had to do was imagine beating the Flash, taking down the League or becoming Emperor of all Personkind and it would be so. No strategy, epic battles of wits, inventive puns, exploding rubber chickens or yo-yos required. Immediately following the most horrifying and depressing realization he ever had, Trickster felt hollow.
How were you supposed to revel in the victory if you hadn't had to do anything to earn it? It wouldn't even have been his victory really, all the credit would go to that lousy imp who'd given him the new powers in the first place. Who'd tricked him into believing that magic powers were something he'd wanted and...tricked him? TRICKED HIM! Nobody but nobody ever tricked the Trickster and if someone had...he was having a midlife crisis. Heck he was having an identity crisis. And really the only thing, the only individual, he could think of that could prevent him from having an infinite final crisis was...
"PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPER!!!" The Pied Piper looked rather shocked when he suddenly popped back into existence right in front of James. Well, he looked shocked for all of two seconds before he realized that, like Wile E. Coyote, he was standing on nothing and having looked down began to plummet earthwards. Then his expression morphed into a combination of terror and what Trickster thought might be exasperation. And really, stupid unnecessary reformation or not, he couldn't let that free fall get to the sudden stop. Piper had once, when he'd been unusually into his cups, admitted rather wistfully to James that he envied him. Turned out the Music Man had always wanted to fly.
It was as simply as wishing. And truthfully, the expression on Piper's face when he realized what he was doing and that James had made it possible, mostly made up for the really wretched day he'd been having. Because Hartley was his best friend, reformed or Rogue, for better or worse, through thick and thin, like peanut butter and jelly. Maybe magic wasn't so bad after all...but it still didn't hold a candle to rubber chickens.
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Awesome Trickster!
How can I repay you?^^
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Prompt: Pirates! Or more creepy fic. Whichever tickles your fancy ;)
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you´re not alone, we all are that way^^
Pirates! Or more creepy fic. Whichever tickles your fancy ;)
great, now I have to choose between prompts?! How can you do this to me?!
"Arr, my mateys! We shall plunder and rob! The town is ours for the taking!" hollered Digger the Deadly. The Shirley had finally reached Port Nassau and his men were tired of the long journey. They itched for excitement, for fights, for ladies - in short, a proper plundering was in order.
"Aye!" his men agreed. Their blacksmith Mick had repaired any damage to their rapiers, all guns were properly working and loaded - what could stop them?
"Captain! Captain!"
"Arr, what´s the matter, mast monkey?"
The blond man hanging upside down from their sail scowled. "The British army, captain! Commander Allen is already here! The Justice is in the harbor!"
Digger the Deadly spat ut in disgust. Those damn redcoats were a pest....but nothing better than a pack of pirates to take care of them; both Allen and his annoying lieutenant West.
"Guys - do what we do best! Mick, arm the cannons! Al, fetch the gunpowder. This city will see a firework like never before!"
"Aye!"
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ha, I´ll do both!
Wally stood in the hallway of the courthouse, half-hidden in shadows. Subtlety wasn´t exactly his strength, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
Piper had confessed that he was worried about Jesse. At first he had shrugged it off - Piper was known for being a drama queen, after all. But Wally had wondered... why didn´t he smile? Why didn´t he dress in his insanely bright pants anymore? Why...what had changed him? Death was the obvious answer, but something was off, Wally could feel it. There was a slight discomfort everytime he saw Jesse, a chill traveling down his spine. He had felt a thing like that before....but when? He had witnessed so many dangers, monsters, demons....demons. Hell. Neron.
Of course! He himself had had a deal with Neron before and as Piper told him, Neron had a huge interest in Jesse. And when the devil is interested in you... that is a bad sign. Death, hell, sinister change... it all made sense!
He remembered the last time Rogues had returned from Hell - red, soulless eyes, indestructible bodies, no feelings, no regret, no remorse.
But when they had used blunt violence and destruction... Jesse was different. Jesse worked with his brain, not brawn. Not strength, shrewdness. Jesse operated on a different level.
And that scared Wally.
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Creepy fic continues to be creepy but excellent! Although Wally deserves a smack for the Drama Queen reference. At least he recognizes how much trouble he's in if James is EVIL.
Name your price. (Or prices as the case may be, turnabout after all is fair play.)
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Yep...it involved a time-traveling boomerang if I recall correctly...
I'm not sure if I want them to thump Barry and Wally (Redcoats=genius!) or lose horribly and watch the crew mutiny and maroon Digger someplace nasty.
well, a victory over the redcoats wouldn´t necessarily rule out mutiny afterwards. Digger must be a bastard to have as your boss^^
Creepy fic continues to be creepy but excellent!
thanks^^
Name your price. (Or prices as the case may be, turnabout after all is fair play.)
hmmmm....how do I get out of this with getting as much as fic as possible while maintaining a humble facade.....
prompt: Two sides of the same medaillon^^
(sneaky me^^)
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....this is going to get confusing eventually, I know it.
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Er...if this wasn't what you had in mind feel free to prompt again.
Prompt: Two Sides of the Same Medallion Setting: General
Yin & Yang must...
1) Be Opposing - The wallflower and the exhibitionist. Blinding blue and yellow to draw and distract simultaneously. Green cloth that grows both darker and more ragged as the years wear on. Desperately searching for redemption but unable to completely forget or abandon the joy that could be found in the shadows. Dancing along the line between good and evil but with a slight incline towards the darker side of nature in spite of knowing better. Laughingly loud and dangerously quiet. And, at any given moment, capable of going from one blended extreme to the other.
2) Be Rooted Together - It's more than just the cuffs. Something pulls them together, a force that neither of them is totally capable of resisting, however loudly they may protest. It's comfortable and familiar even when it's not. They cover it with bad jokes, sarcastic retorts and a steady stream of bickering but in the end they always make their way back to one another so they can move forward. Side by side. At the end of the day they're both probably more content to be miserable with each other than happy with anyone else.
3) Transform Each Other - Dual potential, one alters and the other has to shift in order to match and counter. They are young, brash and careless. They are Rogues, but nothing gold can stay. Once Hartley reforms James lingers on for a time but eventually circumstances (How was he honestly meant to resist the opportunity to trick the Devil himself?) have him playing for the side of angels. Loosely. The moral ambiguity seems to spread throughout the hero community, but more importantly, Piper slides off his high moral horse and they're able to work together again for a time. The gyre widens and the scales slip towards the dark. Neither man is as surprised as he might have been when they end up outside the reborn Rogue meeting on the balcony. Alone. Together. Business as usual.
4) Be Balanced - Dynamic equilibrium. If you subtract one half of the equation all that remains is emptiness. A desperate scheme, a brilliant demonstration of exactly how formidable they can be when they work in tandem, a rush of adrenaline that starts off feeling like it might be victory and swiftly turns to terror. Two gunshots... and then the rest is silence. Numb, cold, lonely emptiness. Emptiness is as debilitating as silence. And he's always hated silence.
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yep, we´re the last ones standing^^
that was a lovely fic and the At the end of the day they're both probably more content to be miserable with each other than happy with anyone else.
sentence is a perfect summary of their relationship^^
prompt me!
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perfect summary of their relationship Thanks! :D
Prompt: Dungeons and Dragons
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They limped out of the portal more than they walked. Their clothes were singed, they both stank and James promised to himself that he´d pass out the second his head met a matress. He may be a (charming) thief, a cunning conman and sometimes a jester, but since when had he signed up for the hero job?
Oh yeah, when he met the Piper.
So, it may has been his fault as he ran away from the royal guards and while hiding saw the Piper work his magic. Or rather, not seeing - as Piper disappeared.
Then he had started to follow the Piper around, got into a few shenanigans with him (or rather, getting in shenanigans and then dragging Piper into them) and in the end decided to stick around.
It felt good to help others for a change.
But why did their heroic deeds always have to include dungeons full of icky mummies, spiders or as in this case....a dragon?
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