War of Shadows now with Donzig, Part I (RP #1)
Dec 18, 2021 3:19:10 GMT -5
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Post by Donzig on Dec 18, 2021 3:19:10 GMT -5
Donzig sat inside a room in the old crumbling house that Sinclair had rented for them in the city, staring out across the empty garden with an old leatherbound book on his knee. He suddenly sniffed behind his mask, and his head tilted before he shrugged. He rose to his feet without a word, and he sat the book aside as he turned to face the door. He gave a bored shake of his head, and then he sang in a raspy slightly off key voice as he reached up to remove the mask.
Just when I'd stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines
No one is there.....
He sat the mask on his book, and his lips quirked into a smile as he slowly swept forward his voice still rising and falling.
Don't you love farce?
My fault, I fear
I thought that you'd want what I want
Sorry, my dear!
But where are the clowns
Send in the clowns
Don't bother, they're here...
The doors burst open, and into the room swept a cluster of clowns. They halted in surprise as Donzig stared at them without a word, and then two of them larger then the rest shoved forward. They glared at Donzig with stupid eyes, and their lips drew back in grotesque smiles. They looked at each other, and then back to Donzig.
'Ha-ha!' said Hahaha.
'Heh-heh!' said Hehehe.
The clowns surged forward led by their two leaders, and Donzig sighed. Then he lowered his head to charge forward, and the first clown dropped like a sack as his shoulder caught it in the chest. He spun away, and slammed hard into another before he rolled across it's back as he grabbed an arm to fling it head first into the wall. Plaster fell and cracked as the clown dropped to the ground limp, and the clowns turned back towards him. But Donzig snorted, and was already moving again to throw huge rights into one of the flood of painted faces. The clown stumbled, and his hand closed on the thing's arm before he whipped it hard at another pair that was coming in. He shrugged, and then he growled.
'You dare to send this fucking rabble against me? I am Death in High Places, Esmeralda. The Scourge, and you send this?'
Five clowns were down, but Donzig drove a boot into another's stomach to hit the Event Horizon. Then Hehehe launched at him, arms wrapping around the Scourge to drag him backwards. Donzig hissed, his breath being squeezed from his lung as he struggled to get his arms free. But the clown snorted laughter in his ear, and Donzig's head snapped backwards. The clown staggered, and then that head drove backwards three more times! Blood flowed, and the arms loosened as it gurgled a weak Heh-heh! Donzig laughed, and then he grabbed Heh Heh to fling him towards the huge windows that looked down on the garden. Glass exploded, and the big clown fell silently as he turned to stare at Hah-hah.
There was nothing human in that angry gaze as Donzig licked his lips before he ran hard at the clown. He hit a quick slingblade, and the clown dropped to the ground amidst it's remaining minions. It struggled to rise, and Donzig grabbed a lamp from one of the tables before he ran forward to shatter it across Hahaha's head as it rose. The clown dropped amidst broken glass, and Donzig snarled.
'This is beneath you, Esmeralda! You insult me? You send these fucking clowns, eh?'
One of the clowns rallied the surving henchmen, and he stared at Donzig with wide eyes. He had a monocle perched on his nose, and he had a ridiculously serious looking bowtie as he pointed a finger. 'Once more unto the breach, dear friends! Once more!' His voice was very stuffy and British, sounding nothing so much as British newscaster before the War.
Sir Monocle.
Donzig spat, and he motioned for the clowns to bring it. The lead clown ran forward, and Donzig caught him with a huge side suplex that snapped the clown nearly in half. The remaining clowns leapt at him, dragging him towards the floor as the British clown urged them onward with loud yells. 'Huzzah! Huzzah! That's it, lads! Take him down for the Lady! Tip, tip!'
Donzig's hand snapped upwards, and a clown went flying grabbing at his eyes. Another clown's head snapped backwards as an elbow cracked across it, blood flying as Donzig started to push his way back to his feet. He was growling now, and the 6 clowns were down to four. He grabbed another clown by the throat, his hand squeezing and tightening as the other three tried to pull him off. The clown dropped, and Donzig grabbed another to fling him across his shoulder. A side table exploded, wood flying as another clown was hammered with a stunner.
The British clown sputtered, starting to back up as he looked around wildly behind his monocle. His mistress had warned him that this man was dangerous, but he had not been expecting such savage glee. The last clown started to run away, and Donzig's hand grabbed his arm to spin him back around forward before he clotheslined him. The clown spun in the air, crashing down as his eyes narrowed on the monocle wearing Brit. Sir Monocole lifted his hands, pleading. 'Tut, tut, Guvner! Cheerio! Need to going!'
'You have to be shitting me!' Donzig roared, and he jerked his head back before it snapped forward with spray of black. The clown screamed grabbing at his painted face, staggering around comically as it's monocle dangled from a golden chain. Donzig grabbed the monocle, yanking the clown forward before he spiked him against the floor with a DDT! Donzig slid to his feet, panting as his eyes narrowed on the door as he wiped a hand across his mouth. 'Come on, come on, you big son of bitch! I know you're out there! Let's not play games!'
The door's frame broke and creaked as the largest clown of all, the monstrous Sticky lumbered inside. His eyes narrowed on the assorted clowns sprawled on the floor, then glowered at Donzig. And he ran forward, wordlessly screaming as he grabbed Donzig to fling him at the wall. Donzig bounced off the plaster as it cracked, and fell to his knees with a wild grin. The huge clown stomped down on him, throwing him to the floor before stomping again and again. The Scourge was clearly in pain, and Sticky kicked him across the floor.
Donzig rose slowly, grabbing at his ribs as he coughed. Blood oozing from his lips as he stared at the huge monster, and he grinned with bloody teeth. 'Is that it?'
Sticky lunged, grabbing Donzig once more to haul him twisting into the air. His arms around the neck of the Scourge, squeezing and choking as his other hand grabbed at his head. Donzig pushed himself backwards twisting and turning, and then his arm came free with a letter opener in his grip. His hand snapped backwards, and the letter opener sank deep into Sticky's eye with a spray of foul black ichor. It ripped free, and Donzig stabbed it home twice more before he twisted it as Sticky fell backwards. Donzig came free, and he shrugged before he grabbed an antique chair to shatter it with a series of blows across Sticky's head. 'You aren't quite human, big man! So I don't give a flying fuck how bad I hurt you, eh? Don't have to hold back do I! You son of a bitch!'
Donzig toppled over to sit on the huge clown, staring at the door before a hand lifted to wipe across his bloody face. Blood oozed into his tangled beard, but he gave a hiss of laughter as EVK swept into the carnage filled room wearing a long dress. Donzig tilted his head as their eyes met, and he rolled his shoulders. 'Esmeralda. A pleasure as always. It is good you don't expect me to simp for you like the rest, but don't you think the clowns were--'
His head tilted, and he waved a hand as he mused. '--excessive? You and I have business, so why don't we get to it.'
Just when I'd stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines
No one is there.....
He sat the mask on his book, and his lips quirked into a smile as he slowly swept forward his voice still rising and falling.
Don't you love farce?
My fault, I fear
I thought that you'd want what I want
Sorry, my dear!
But where are the clowns
Send in the clowns
Don't bother, they're here...
The doors burst open, and into the room swept a cluster of clowns. They halted in surprise as Donzig stared at them without a word, and then two of them larger then the rest shoved forward. They glared at Donzig with stupid eyes, and their lips drew back in grotesque smiles. They looked at each other, and then back to Donzig.
'Ha-ha!' said Hahaha.
'Heh-heh!' said Hehehe.
The clowns surged forward led by their two leaders, and Donzig sighed. Then he lowered his head to charge forward, and the first clown dropped like a sack as his shoulder caught it in the chest. He spun away, and slammed hard into another before he rolled across it's back as he grabbed an arm to fling it head first into the wall. Plaster fell and cracked as the clown dropped to the ground limp, and the clowns turned back towards him. But Donzig snorted, and was already moving again to throw huge rights into one of the flood of painted faces. The clown stumbled, and his hand closed on the thing's arm before he whipped it hard at another pair that was coming in. He shrugged, and then he growled.
'You dare to send this fucking rabble against me? I am Death in High Places, Esmeralda. The Scourge, and you send this?'
Five clowns were down, but Donzig drove a boot into another's stomach to hit the Event Horizon. Then Hehehe launched at him, arms wrapping around the Scourge to drag him backwards. Donzig hissed, his breath being squeezed from his lung as he struggled to get his arms free. But the clown snorted laughter in his ear, and Donzig's head snapped backwards. The clown staggered, and then that head drove backwards three more times! Blood flowed, and the arms loosened as it gurgled a weak Heh-heh! Donzig laughed, and then he grabbed Heh Heh to fling him towards the huge windows that looked down on the garden. Glass exploded, and the big clown fell silently as he turned to stare at Hah-hah.
There was nothing human in that angry gaze as Donzig licked his lips before he ran hard at the clown. He hit a quick slingblade, and the clown dropped to the ground amidst it's remaining minions. It struggled to rise, and Donzig grabbed a lamp from one of the tables before he ran forward to shatter it across Hahaha's head as it rose. The clown dropped amidst broken glass, and Donzig snarled.
'This is beneath you, Esmeralda! You insult me? You send these fucking clowns, eh?'
One of the clowns rallied the surving henchmen, and he stared at Donzig with wide eyes. He had a monocle perched on his nose, and he had a ridiculously serious looking bowtie as he pointed a finger. 'Once more unto the breach, dear friends! Once more!' His voice was very stuffy and British, sounding nothing so much as British newscaster before the War.
Sir Monocle.
Donzig spat, and he motioned for the clowns to bring it. The lead clown ran forward, and Donzig caught him with a huge side suplex that snapped the clown nearly in half. The remaining clowns leapt at him, dragging him towards the floor as the British clown urged them onward with loud yells. 'Huzzah! Huzzah! That's it, lads! Take him down for the Lady! Tip, tip!'
Donzig's hand snapped upwards, and a clown went flying grabbing at his eyes. Another clown's head snapped backwards as an elbow cracked across it, blood flying as Donzig started to push his way back to his feet. He was growling now, and the 6 clowns were down to four. He grabbed another clown by the throat, his hand squeezing and tightening as the other three tried to pull him off. The clown dropped, and Donzig grabbed another to fling him across his shoulder. A side table exploded, wood flying as another clown was hammered with a stunner.
The British clown sputtered, starting to back up as he looked around wildly behind his monocle. His mistress had warned him that this man was dangerous, but he had not been expecting such savage glee. The last clown started to run away, and Donzig's hand grabbed his arm to spin him back around forward before he clotheslined him. The clown spun in the air, crashing down as his eyes narrowed on the monocle wearing Brit. Sir Monocole lifted his hands, pleading. 'Tut, tut, Guvner! Cheerio! Need to going!'
'You have to be shitting me!' Donzig roared, and he jerked his head back before it snapped forward with spray of black. The clown screamed grabbing at his painted face, staggering around comically as it's monocle dangled from a golden chain. Donzig grabbed the monocle, yanking the clown forward before he spiked him against the floor with a DDT! Donzig slid to his feet, panting as his eyes narrowed on the door as he wiped a hand across his mouth. 'Come on, come on, you big son of bitch! I know you're out there! Let's not play games!'
The door's frame broke and creaked as the largest clown of all, the monstrous Sticky lumbered inside. His eyes narrowed on the assorted clowns sprawled on the floor, then glowered at Donzig. And he ran forward, wordlessly screaming as he grabbed Donzig to fling him at the wall. Donzig bounced off the plaster as it cracked, and fell to his knees with a wild grin. The huge clown stomped down on him, throwing him to the floor before stomping again and again. The Scourge was clearly in pain, and Sticky kicked him across the floor.
Donzig rose slowly, grabbing at his ribs as he coughed. Blood oozing from his lips as he stared at the huge monster, and he grinned with bloody teeth. 'Is that it?'
Sticky lunged, grabbing Donzig once more to haul him twisting into the air. His arms around the neck of the Scourge, squeezing and choking as his other hand grabbed at his head. Donzig pushed himself backwards twisting and turning, and then his arm came free with a letter opener in his grip. His hand snapped backwards, and the letter opener sank deep into Sticky's eye with a spray of foul black ichor. It ripped free, and Donzig stabbed it home twice more before he twisted it as Sticky fell backwards. Donzig came free, and he shrugged before he grabbed an antique chair to shatter it with a series of blows across Sticky's head. 'You aren't quite human, big man! So I don't give a flying fuck how bad I hurt you, eh? Don't have to hold back do I! You son of a bitch!'
Donzig toppled over to sit on the huge clown, staring at the door before a hand lifted to wipe across his bloody face. Blood oozed into his tangled beard, but he gave a hiss of laughter as EVK swept into the carnage filled room wearing a long dress. Donzig tilted his head as their eyes met, and he rolled his shoulders. 'Esmeralda. A pleasure as always. It is good you don't expect me to simp for you like the rest, but don't you think the clowns were--'
His head tilted, and he waved a hand as he mused. '--excessive? You and I have business, so why don't we get to it.'