OOC: Ok... you guys are about to die are you all not? Not by physical means, but the mind games being played... [Ark]I'm on the way![/Ark]

Monk's eyes opened slowly, the smell of wood going into his nose. The smell of wood, and blood, and sweat, and pain, and sadness, and guilt, and tears. The tears were coming quite steady now, the images causing something in Monk to stir. They were the times that Monk had missed out on, the ones that were hidden from him, the pages ripped out from his book, and now the book was to come to a close. There was nothing he could.

"I think a lot of good things have happened since you have been here." Monk was now hearing angels coming down to take him up. "Ever since you have arrived though, I've noticed a lot more from everyone here. Everyone!" Monk could now feel the angles pulling him up. "I've seen men comfort each other with the knowledge that a loved one, or a good friend was killed." Monk was now on his feet, their arms holding him up, and making him stand on his feet. "It's a great feeling!"

Monk's eyes shot open, as a great feeling grew in him. He could still feel the pain, but it didn't matter anymore. His book was not about to end now, he would not let it. Master looked up with a grand smile on his face. "It is obvious... you are ready."

Monk seemed to float, maybe those angels were pushing him towards him. Now standing over his master, he made a fist, and dropped his head, hiding his eyes behind his brown hair. "Master... It has been an honor to learn from you." He brought up his fist. The angels had now left him. Throwing his fist towards the old man, he said his last goodbye. After the connection, all the lights died, except for Monk's candle, now just a spark. Hearing his Master hit the floor, he dropped his head and started praying.



The doctor had grown tired of sitting by Monk's side. Nodding off into dreamland. The candle stood at its post, now the caretaker of the user of the bed. In the room waws no lights, save the lights coming from the hallway, peering through the blinds and showing the candle. A shadow passed by in front of the candle, and as soon as it passed, the candle now had a flame dancing on it. The door leading into the hallway opened, and the shadow passed into the light.

The doctor was still asleep in his chair during the entire thing.

Angel stopped. He'd somehow gotten to the carnival...and was now trapped in a huge tent, with ropes and such dangling about, and several clowns with really big scissors for hands giggling at him.

The most disturbing part was that all the blades, and much of the clowns, were coated with blood. I guess that explains the bleeding giant fluffy rabbits outside.

In unison, they all jumped, grabbed ropes, and started with themselves around, skilled as any trapeziest. Angel watched it all. For once, he longed for the old Aegis program. Had he been using it, he would've simply blasted them out of the air. Unfortunately, he was now Angel. Which meant he had to get up close and personal.

He unfurled his wings. Black feathers spread everywhere. Moving with unnatural speed, he jumped, grabbed a rope, spun once, and launched himself higher into the air. The first clown attacked from his right, moving impossibly fast.

Angel's right arm suddenly had a cut that had opened like it was made of jelly. A cry escaping him, he wheeled around, and cut his flight path sharply across the left. The clown rocketed towards him, brandishing bladed pendulums for his forearms.

Angel cut his forward motion, and forced himself backwards, groaning with the strain. The clown came right at him, and Angel spin kicked him in the face. Not wanting to lose the oppurtunity, he flew after the clown, and brandished his sword. His blow was aimed for the head, but the lucky clown blocked it, then spun around on the rope and roundhoused Angel in the face.

This rapidly cut his momentum, and dropped him plummeting to the floor that had seemed to extend a lot when he had lifted off. Before he landed, a third clown cut across his fall, and caught him. In the action of catching him, he ran Angel through. Giggling, he let Angel fall.

Memories flashed before his eyes, of all his failures, everyone he had let down. He felt darkness closing in, and was ready to just accept it.

A fleeting image of his sister passed through his mind. With a grunt of effort, he forced his eyes open. "I will not let Coyote kill me!...Again."

In unison, all the clowns met on a primary beam, and looked down. Angel had wrapped his wigns around himself, rapidly increasing him fall. Black feathers were shed constantly in his wake...but they started turning white before their eyes.

Seconds before he hit, Angel unfurled his wings, now as the holy guardian, clad in full shining plate armour, and used the gravity to catapault himself so he was going straight up.

One of the clowns grabbed a rope and jumped at him. His face was caught by Angel's hand, who spun, and hurled him aside. Luckily, the clown snagged a rope, and reversed his hands, shooting right back towards Angel. Who flew right at him, and slashed the rope apart with his broadsword.

Simply pushing his odds, he furled his wings, and shot past the clown, then opened them and did a lightning quick spinning slash, neatly splitting the clown in two.

As the two peices hit the ground below him, and looked at his stomach. Hole still there. His palm glowed, and he put it over the wound. It hurt like hell, but the wound forced itself shut.

Shining golden, he looked at the four remaining clowns.

"Lets go bitches."

ooc: The mansion is both safe, and very dangerous. It's labyrinth really. If you play by the rules nothing bad will happen. But... Like Willy Wonka's Choclate Factory breaking the rules have dire consequences. If you use your weapons outside of the control room, or the Escher room, the probability drive goes off. So have fun.

OOC: That may have been the most poignant statement yet. Now on to more torture (you bastards!!!)

BIC: As soon as the stereo turned on full blast, Wolf clapped his hands to his ears and sank to his knees in pain. Damn it! Maybe it wasn't such a great idea to insult Coyote...shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit!!! There's only so much of this a person can take!

Wolf was now crawling on the ground, barely able to block out the horrifying voice of Brittney Spears.

It's obvious that I can't destroy every speaker in here...and prolonged exposure to this will drive me insane...wait!

Wolf fumbled for his PDAP and activated it's MP3 player. Fortunately, his own playlist was intact. THANK YOU GOD!!! Wolf inserted his headphones into the PDAP's headphone jack, put the headphones in his ears, jacked the volume up to the maximum, and hit play.

"I am IRON MAN!!!" the MP3 player blared

Looks like another victory for me, Coyote. Wolf grinned as he got up and kept walking, unfazed by the virus's stereo warfare. The best part is, Beowulf's subroutine within the PDAP can block out anything Coyote tries. After all, not even Mastermind has cracked my PDAP secuirty.

OOC: There can only be one Highlander! Stereos do not affect me!

OOC: Couldn't you have told us about this BEFORE? Or did you, and I not listened.

IC: The freaky clowns starting changing. Everything start changing. Into...

The Cat in the Hat? With CHAINSAWS!?

"Mental note to self, kick Coyote's ass."

OOC: Well, I'd say that completely ruins our chances of a Great Hall showdown that would put the one in the Matrix Reloaded to shame.

A white flash struck the world. The clowns became elves who began to offer toy trains to angel. The world shifted to an endless snow field The many fair rides became A massive workshop made to look like it was made from candy.

"1/1,000,000" Jade now stood on next to a cliff made of Waffle cones. The management tent changed quickly and Walls sprung up. She was now inside a toy factory.

Elves, Snowmen, and polar bears began to sing "Welcome Christmas, Christmas Time."

OOC: And thus... I say again, that is why one relies on the body, not a weapon.

OOC: Well, that assumes that Angel knows NOT to use weapons. Which he most defenitly does not.

IC: The entire world shifted. From a lunatic cat in the hat, the a giant pool filled with Pepto Bismol and the swedish synchronized swimming team, to a hospital that had bondage freaks with huge needles, and that were russian for nurses. Then the good ol' days, then hell incarnate, then Robotech, followed by an exact replica of the current world if everyone's sexes were switched, followed by a horrible 2D world, then a world that everyone spoke in text boxes, with no actual sound, then them having thought bubbles strapped to their heads, and finally a Chateau that seemed straight out of the Matrix.

Angel was huffing now. "DAMMIT! Can't this place stay the same while I kill things!?"

He'd actually been cutting pretty damn good. The rational corner of his mind hoped the drive would be forced into overloading. The current majority of his mind was saying one thing "KILL EVERYTHING! BURN IT ALL LADDY! SHOW YOUR THANKS...BY KILLING THEM ALL! MWEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!"

Needless to say, Angel was VERY mentally unstable.


OOC: And I think it goes without saying, I've got a really warped imagination to think of this stuff.

Wraith rushes down a flight of stairs, nearly stumbling all over himself several times on the way down, all the while looking behind him nervously. Sweat rolls of his feet and beads his hands, which grip the railing with an iron grasp as he tries to steady himself, and with one more glance backwards he sees yet another thing that horrifies him: a virtual army of tiny, living, plush Coyotes charging at him from above. Some even skip the process of descending the stairs by just leaping straight at him, arms wide open to grab onto him. He turns back around and promptly screams like a girl, high-pitched voice and all. "AHHHH! God help me!"

He makes a leap down the last few steps and hits the ground running, looking back once to see lots of plush Coyotes plunk to the ground, making a squeaky-toy kind of noise when they hit. He spins back around and tries to get away...but runs dead into a wall again. He steps back, rubbing his very sore face and mumbling.

"HUGGY!" Comes a tiny voice from behind him.

He spins around with a look of horror on his face and screams again as the plushies get up and start chasing him again, arms outstretched. "Huggy huggy huggy huggy!" They all demand.

He takes off sprinting through the room ahead, but stops in the middle as he sees a huge room with doors all around. He lowers his head and groans...this just hasn't been his day for doors. The tiny voices demanding hugs catch up to him, little legs making a squeaking noise each time they take a step. He's just about to duck down and sprint off into the distance again when music suddenly fills the air.

"CRAWWWWLING IIIN MY SKIIIIN
THESE WOUNDS, THEY WIIIIL NOT HE~ALLLLL
FEAAAR IS HOWWWW I FAAAAAL
CONFUUUUUSING WHAAAT IS RE~ALLL"

Wraith's face twitches. 'Linkin Park...I HATE Linkin Park...'

A bunch of squeaking comes from behind him and he glances back, but this time no longer intimidated. With a growl and a twist of his toe, he darts off and away from them, crossing the room in short order. He grabs a door handle and twists, then flings himself in the room and shuts the door behind him...and winds up coming out another door in the room, on the opposite side of the Coyote plushie army.

"CRAWWWWLING IIIN MY SKIIIIN
THESE WOUNDS, THEY WIIIIL NOT HE~ALLLLL
FEAAAR IS HOWWWW I FAAAAAL
CONFUUUUUSING WHAAAT IS RE~ALLL"

His face twitches again.

"HUGGY!" Scream a hundred plush Coyotes in unison.