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Armageddon is Dan's SLAVE. (Open?)
Characters: Dan, Danny, Valerie, and Misha.
Content: Dan knows he is in the same area as Danny and Valerie, and that little Misha girl. And he makes DUPLICATES! 8D
Setting: Vanaheim area (G5)
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: Sadistic streak is gonna come in at one point...and setting up for Dan being in multiple places at once.
Dan floated randomly down the path of Vanaheim. He was NOT a happy camper. He had just endured TONS of crappy weather on his way up here. If he didn't find Danny and his motley group of friends soon, he'd have to go on a killing spree. He'd never gone this long before without seeing some form of blood or hearing someone scream from him.
But when he'd see Danny, oh when he saw him. He'd ruin that boy's body and mind, waste him into nothing. He refused to turn into him, he had better be ready to pay the price. His mind would be trashed, his life would be ruined, and then he'd be stripped (literally and figuratively), and whipped. That boy would be whipped halfway to death, and then--ooooh-- Dan would disfigure his spine. He'd crumble his backbone, and then, for an added touch, perhaps pull out a few organs. He loved how warm and sticky human blood was, even if he adored the goopy traits of ectoplasmic blood.
Dan looked up at the sky. Grinning, he figured that he had better find a way out. After Danny, the entire town would come, and then he'd go and escape. Go find another town in this strange place to ruin. No town was complete without being smashed to ruins. He split up into five people, three of the duplicates going in the direction of other gates and the final going to the centre. The original Dan stayed, grinning in bliss, his plans swirling about happily in his head.
Content: Dan knows he is in the same area as Danny and Valerie, and that little Misha girl. And he makes DUPLICATES! 8D
Setting: Vanaheim area (G5)
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: Sadistic streak is gonna come in at one point...and setting up for Dan being in multiple places at once.
Dan floated randomly down the path of Vanaheim. He was NOT a happy camper. He had just endured TONS of crappy weather on his way up here. If he didn't find Danny and his motley group of friends soon, he'd have to go on a killing spree. He'd never gone this long before without seeing some form of blood or hearing someone scream from him.
But when he'd see Danny, oh when he saw him. He'd ruin that boy's body and mind, waste him into nothing. He refused to turn into him, he had better be ready to pay the price. His mind would be trashed, his life would be ruined, and then he'd be stripped (literally and figuratively), and whipped. That boy would be whipped halfway to death, and then--ooooh-- Dan would disfigure his spine. He'd crumble his backbone, and then, for an added touch, perhaps pull out a few organs. He loved how warm and sticky human blood was, even if he adored the goopy traits of ectoplasmic blood.
Dan looked up at the sky. Grinning, he figured that he had better find a way out. After Danny, the entire town would come, and then he'd go and escape. Go find another town in this strange place to ruin. No town was complete without being smashed to ruins. He split up into five people, three of the duplicates going in the direction of other gates and the final going to the centre. The original Dan stayed, grinning in bliss, his plans swirling about happily in his head.
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It felt nice to know he was cared for. He laughed heartily and turned to Valerie, gesturing between Danny and him.
"Now then Valerie. Before you shoot...would you care to think about who exactly it is you are shooting?" His face suddenly grew solemn, his eyebrow cocked. "Because I'm not quite the malevolent ghost from nowhere you think I am. Take a wild guess at who I am, hnn?" he said playfully.
And finally, he turned to Misha, sweet-haired Misha. "Oh Misha," he said sympathetically, even though his face betrayed his pitiful tone, "I'm afraid we can't. You see, those of us from Amity Park have a score to settle. And at best, you can sit back and watch!" he finished, now gleeful again. He had his arm tightly wrapped around Danny's shoulder in a crushing grip, palling him around like a buddy.
He turned back to Valerie. "You have one guess. Don't waste it," he breathed.