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Post by master on Oct 11, 2011 0:11:27 GMT -5
Characters Appearing: The Master, Trickster
Time of Day: Morning
Location(s): A London Cemetery
Previous Thread Name/Info: None
NPCs Used: A couple of photographers, a member of Harold Saxon's re-election campaign staff
Plot Summary: Harold Saxon, aka The Master, uses the anniversary of his wife's death as a photo opportunity.
It was a crisp, fall morning. The weather was cool enough to want a coat, but would quickly warm up a little later in the day. The sun was bright above but gave little warmth, and a light breeze caused the leaves that were already starting to fall down from the trees to scrape and scatter across the sidewalk. Harold Saxon stepped out of the back of the dark sedan that was parked in front of the fashionable London cemetery, accompanied by a member of his staff. Another car was parked nearby, not so nice a model, that contained the two photographers that had agreed to meet them there for the solemn occasion.
The occasion in question was the anniversary of the death of Saxon's dear, departed wife, Lucy. It was on this day, several years ago now, that the poor woman had died during an explosion at Broadfell Prison. She'd been put there originally for killing her husband, aka, The Master, but after his resurrection he'd had it put out that his death had been faked out of fear after she had attempted to take his life. The public of course, ate this up. The explosion, which was actually Lucy trying to stop the ritual that would resurrect the Master, was explained to the press as an escape attempt gone sadly, fatally wrong.
On this day though, the Master was using the anniversary of Lucy's death as a photo opportunity. Harold Saxon, forgiving man that he is, taking time to lay flowers on the grave of the wife who betrayed him so deeply. The pictures would look great on the front page of the Times, and the people would be sobbing into their tea, believing every word. Personally, Koschei was glad Lucy was dead. It saved him the trouble of having to kill her himself, as fun as that would have been. She had been a nice, pretty thing on his arm during his first run as Prime Minister, but he didn't need her anymore, and the sympathy vote would add up, with this little reminder to the public that he was a widower.
Clasping the bouquet of red roses carefully in his arms, Saxon walked slowly, somberly over to Lucy's grave. His face was serious, thoughtful; a husband remembering a wife gone, the good times and the bad, especially when the bad had been so traumatic at the end. Her grave was well-tended, and he knelt onto the grass in front of the headstone, laying the flowers down gently at the base of the stone.
"Poor, sweet Lucy. I hope you are at peace." The Master said softly, and bowed his head as the photographers stood around him getting their pictures. His staff member stood off to the side; he had already guaranteed that these shots would make the evening edition of the paper.
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The Trickster
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The Archangel Gabriel
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Post by The Trickster on Oct 18, 2011 0:38:54 GMT -5
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The Trickster wandered around the woods that he had terrorized campers with big foot not that long ago. He wasn’t in the mood to do anything right now, thinking about the civil war in heaven and all the shit that has just blown up in his face. The Trickster let out a sigh as he continued to walk with his hands in his pockets, his right around a chocolate bar that was partially unwrapped. The thought of his siblings killing each other was not something he wanted to picture, it was kind of like the whole Lucifer ordeal all over again. Raphael was totally screwing everything up. He agreed with Castiel, and what he was fighting for, and Gabriel decided that he was going to help Dean.
The Trickster pulled it out of his pocket and took another bite. He placed it back in his pocket as he stopped a moment. The archangel had just continued to wander, not really caring what he was up to now. He needed something else to do, someone to trick and, well obviously kill. he was bored and that what the Trickster did when he was bored.
Gabriel had now appeared in a cemetery and he smirked at the ex prime minister, Harold Saxon. He was a terrible man and Gabriel felt like doing something evil to him. That was the part in the play Gabriel played. The Trickster had snapped his fingers and a figure, a ghostly figure of Lucy, his wife, appeared. He watched the news people run in fear, screaming. Laughter roared from the Trickster.
“you killed me, Harold, and now I am going to kill you.” The figure said and raised her finger and pointed at him.
The Trickster still stood in the shadows, out of sight, eating chocolate and enjoying every moment of this.
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Post by master on Oct 30, 2011 23:48:32 GMT -5
The supposedly bereaved Mr. Saxon’s moment of reverie and remembrance at his wife’s grave was interrupted by the sudden screaming of the photographers. Annoyed at having his photo opportunity ruined like this, the Master looked up from his position on the ground to see the two people running away, their expensive equipment lying on the ground, forgotten. And then he saw what had frightened him, and it was enough to make even him pause.
“you killed me, Harold, and now I am going to kill you.”
He blinked. Yes, that was Lucy, or at least a bloody good resemblance of her. Of course he wasn’t stupid enough to believe that that really was his late wife. She had been completely human, and they did not come back to life, and were not immortal. No, somebody here was playing a joke. Koschei thought personally that he had a great sense of humor, but whoever the joker was, he or she had just ruined his perfectly well-timed moment of public grief. Now there were going to be stories about Lucy Saxon’s return from the dead all over the news instead, and given what she had said, probably conspiracy theories about her death as well. Not exactly what he needed in the middle of a re-election campaign. So no, he wasn’t too happy right now.
He didn’t let that show though as he slowly got up from the real Lucy Saxon’s grave. At least, not too much.
“Hello sweetheart.” He said, smiling a little at her. “I highly doubt that. You didn’t do a very good job of killing me the first time, and you’re not really in a better position to do it now, are you?” he taunted, wanting to provoke whoever was behind this.
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The Trickster
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The Archangel Gabriel
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Post by The Trickster on Nov 10, 2011 0:12:32 GMT -5
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The Trickster laughed at the running and screaming of the news people. He loved this part. He loved the part where his target would die but he wasn’t planning on killing his target here. Just scare the crap out of him and then disappear as he always did, though having a conversation with him wouldn’t be bad either… maybe. The Trickster watched his creation taunt him more and as she did, The Trickster laughed more and more. He took another bite out of the candy bar he had opened moments before hand and then looked back at Harold Saxon. He didn’t seem like he believed that this was his wife. Sure she wasn’t, she was just a joke that Gabriel had created, though with his power, he was able to do anything, well mostly anything. He couldn’t bring father back.
When Harold Saxon started talking to the creation and taunting it, Gabriel laughed more. Oh the little knowledge he knew. The Trickster allowed the creation to get closer to him with its hands raised. He wasn’t going to do much more than that. The Trickster also allowed a light to emit from the hand. It looked almost how it looked when an angel would smite someone. That was something that Gabriel wouldn’t have chosen but it was the easiest thing to do at the moment. The Trickster’s eyes narrowed. He wasn’t going to be taken for a fool as this Harold guy was doing at this very moment.
The Trickster had two choices right now. Should he continue of make the man think that he had won. He would go with option two. The Trickster stepped out from behind the shadows, completely visible to the man now. He raised up his right hand and snapped his fingers and watched the creation of Lucy Saxon disappear. He thought it was odd that the prophet he protects and loves had the same last name. it was just a crazy random happenstance.
“you got me, but you’re wrong. My creations can kill though. Tossed a guy out the window once.” The Trickster said calmly before taking another bite of his candy bar.
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Post by master on Nov 12, 2011 0:22:48 GMT -5
It really was a good facsimile of her, Koschei decided as he considered the figure of ‘Lucy’ in front of him. Whoever it was, they were quite talented, and he wondered who it might be. Nothing human, at any rate. The humans were capable of some very good technology, but so far they haven’t created anything yet that he couldn’t see through. No, this was something else. This was further proven when a glow started coming from one of the hands. Definitely not something terrestrial. Was it someone visiting, trying to play some kind of joke? Because the only person these days who knew who he actually was, was the Doctor, and this wasn’t really the kind of thing his old friend would pull. No, the Doctor was more into the direct confrontation scenario.
A moment or two later though, a man stepped into view and ‘Lucy’ disappeared. The puppet master appears…the Master thought to himself. He looked like an ordinary human, but that meant nothing. There were all sorts of races out there that could disguise their appearance, or had close to human form. Time Lords, for example. This was not one of his own kind though. The Master would have known it if it had been; he would have felt it. There was none of that feeling with this man, if it even was a man.
He talked about his creations being able to kill, and Saxon nodded to concede that he was probably right. ”I think you’d find me a little hard to kill though; and believe me, many have tried. Just ask her.” he said, nodding towards the real Lucy’s grave. ”Oh, wait. You can’t. Nevermind.” he smiled. The man was going to have come up with something better than illusions that could toss people out windows if he wanted to kill the Master.
The man kept eating his candy bar, and Saxon wondered again who and what he was. Deciding to take the measure of this person who, whether he knew it or not, was walking on some dangerous ground, he sent a questing thought out to the other man’s mind; but it was immediately sent hurtling back by what felt like a garbled, painfully loud noise whose echo alone rattled the insides of his skull like a physical blow. Head now aching, the Master narrowed his eyes at his opponent.
”Who are you?” he demanded quietly, wincing at the ache just speaking caused in his head.
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The Trickster
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Post by The Trickster on Nov 24, 2011 18:28:29 GMT -5
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The Trickster looked at the man and he merely smirked. This mad man was very cocky. Gabriel hated cockiness in other people besides himself. The Trickster shook his head. If only he knew. When he said that The Trickster shook his head and whistled. If only he knew. The Trickster smiled and he folded his hands. He wondered who this guy really was… no wait he knew… a politician. They were all like that, cocky and rude, people the Trickster usually punishes. He shook his head and looked at Lucy’s grave. What a poor girl. The Trickster probably would have liked her in the end… maybe. They were all the same.
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” The Trickster said being vague as he always seemed to be. He could always bring her back to life. Show him wrong. That would be an adventure. A fun and amusing one for him, not so much for Harold.
The Trickster then felt him trying to get inside his mind. He looked at the man in front of him and just continued to eat his candy bar. Finally the Trickster decided to let him get inside his head. He looked at the man and watched him throw himself back, and now he finally asked him who he was. The Trickster smirked evilly and he shrugged.
“well if I tell you that I would have to kill you.” The Trickster smiled. “nah, just kidding. They call me The Trickster or Loki if you will.” Gabriel finished before going back to enjoying his candy bar. He smiled to himself and continued.
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Post by master on Dec 4, 2011 0:08:58 GMT -5
The ache began to go away, and the Master closed his eyes briefly, trying to reorder his thoughts. It was not often that he ran across someone who could mentally hurt him like that, and it increased his wariness for this person, as well as made him take the man a little more seriously.
When the stranger introduced himself, Koschei’s wariness increased even more. The Trickster could mean many things, and not just on Earth. Outside of this planet, that name belonged to a chaos-loving alien who belonged to a group called the Pantheon of Discord. Despite having been banished from this universe, The Trickster was very fond of visiting Earth to see what havoc he could wreak, making offers of life to the dying in exchange for their working for him. The Master doubted this was the same creature though; as far as he knew The Trickster didn’t have the kind of mental ability that this man showed.
Then there was the other name he mentioned, Loki. Now this was an interesting possibility. The Master had been around long enough that he didn’t really believe in gods, per se, but there were plenty of powerful beings who had set themselves up as gods on different planets, with varying degrees of success. Some had even kept up the pretense for so long that they themselves had started to believe in their own divinity. This was a much more likely answer to the question of this man’s identity.
”So I’m to believe that you’re a god?” The Master asked, raising an eyebrow. ”I’ve been around the block a few times, as the saying goes, and have met many who’d claim godhood. Normally I’d destroy them, but people are rather fond of therapy here. Might I recommend a good one for you?”
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The Trickster
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Post by The Trickster on Dec 6, 2011 16:07:10 GMT -5
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Gabriel watched the man. He simply smirked. This amused him and he hoped the man knew that. He got amusement out of others pain. that’s why he “became” the Demigod Loki. He loved to trick people who deserved it. It was one of the only things that gave the archangel amusement, well besides being with Kenny.
He watched the reaction the man gave when he introduced himself. He should be. There could be many things that The Trickster could do to the man and not just once but over and over and over again, not only in a time loop but also the fact that he could bring people back from the dead. Gabriel folded his arms across his chest. He wondered with all these worlds forming together if he was still one in four of the most powerful beings out there. Yes, so father made other worlds but in these other worlds would he make beings more powerful than his archangels? He hoped not. He liked the thought of being powerful. That was a stroke for the ego.
The man started talking and Gabriel shook his head. “except you’re wrong. I AM that god. Maybe from you’re world they don’t exist but here,” Gabriel said raising his hands up to symbolize around them, “they do. The big kahuna out there is the Christian God, though the father who art in heaven has disappeared, abandoning his post for his stupid children to run.” Gabriel said, lying through his teeth. Sure, he was bashing his own siblings and father but it was all true. He never wanted any of them to run his home but his father. He wouldn’t even touch it now.
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Post by master on Dec 15, 2011 0:20:58 GMT -5
”Of course.” The Master replied, smiling a little condescendingly. So this was one of the ones who believed the lie. From experience he knew that there was no way that he would be able to talk the man out of his delusion, so it was better to just play along.
He did agree with ‘Loki’ on one thing though; the people of Earth were incredibly stupid, sometimes painfully so. The Earth was flat, the sun revolved around the Earth, there was no life beyond their planet, they were created in their god’s image. The depths of human arrogance had no limit. According to them, they were the most superior beings around. The Master really loved showing them the error of their ways on that point.
”I don’t blame him a bit for abandoning his post.” he remarked, looking around him critically. ”I’d run away too, if I’d created this. Rather embarrassing, isn’t it? You’d think a divine being could do a better job.” Amusement crept back into Koschei’s tone, and the smile returned to his face, albeit a sardonic one. ”If your father has flown the coop though, what are you still doing here? Did he leave you to keep an eye on things?”
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The Archangel Gabriel
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Post by The Trickster on Dec 28, 2011 0:56:09 GMT -5
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The Trickster didn’t want to waste his time anymore. He was sick of this man. He just wished he could snap his fingers and make the man explode. That would be quite entertaining for him and well just for him. Gabriel only shook his head. If only this fool knew what was really going on. He was sure far away from this world. Gabriel folded his arms across his chest before realizing that he really wanted a chocolate bar right now. He reached into his pocket and realized all he had were jelly beans. Boo. The Trickster then snapped his fingers and a chocolate bar had appeared in his hand. His face lit up with joy as he unwrapped it and shoved part of it in his mouth.
The Trickster then looked back at the other guy. His eyes filled with anger. How dare this imbecile talk about his father that way. Gabriel calmly put his chocolate bar in his pocket after partially wrapping it up. His anger filled eyes looked at the Master, his grace shining behind the vessels eyes. His grace was a pure white light that most angels had, but Gabriel’s was stronger, brighter, more powerful. He was the fourth oldest and yet the fourth youngest.
“Don’t you ever talk about my father in that manner.” The Trickster yelled and all six of his wings extended in rage as if Gabriel was going to attack. He held out his right hand and and from under his sleeve his blade… well what appeared to be his blade but was really the fake slid out into his hand. His grace shown brighter now and he looked at the Master, ready to kill the man.
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Post by master on Jan 25, 2012 1:20:35 GMT -5
If there was anything worse than a powerful creature who truly believed in his own divinity, then it was a powerful creature who truly believed in his own divinity, had a temper, took insults to his father personally, and carried a big sword. The Master still wasn’t quite sure what this creature was; what humans called ‘angels’ were frankly an absurdity to him, but he was now quite ready to admit that this was a very powerful being. He could feel the power that emanated from him, and was intrigued as well impressed. The wings were also a very nice touch.
He also seemed to be in a bit of trouble, if the sword was any indication. But call it arrogance, call it confidence, call it insanity; Koschei just couldn’t back down. He was not about to let himself get pushed around by an Earth creature, no matter how many wings the man had. He was the Master. Taking a seat on Lucy’s tombstone, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his suit; seemingly relaxed, but grabbing his laser screwdriver to defend himself if necessary.
”Yes, Daddy dearest, the Christian god.” The Master mused. ”You have to forgive me for having some skepticism, but do you know who I am? I’ve experienced the Time Vortex, travelled dimensions, gone as far as the end of the universe. I’ve rewritten the DNA of the people of Earth, recreated them in my own image.” He couldn’t help smiling a little here, remembering his almost Biblical style proclamations at the time. ”All that, and you want me to believe that your father was the one who created all of time and space, but at the same time told these creatures that they were alone in the universe and that he just went ‘sproing’ and there they were?”
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