Hot clown fell in my lap, like cappuccino.

Alas, Shilo was finally free to do as she pleased. After her first actual day of school, she needed to get out and have a look around the market. She frowned as her stomach growled loudly, begging to be fed. She placed a hand against it before taking her backpack from the back of her chair and slinging it over her left shoulder. Dressed in her usual, red dress and abstract leggings which were covered in obnoxious patterns, she twisted her hair up into a proper bun and pinned it with a pencil—heading out of the classroom and into the market.

Shilo arrived at her favorite café, or at least it was her favorite so far, she hardly knew much about the rest of the market district. As she pulled the heavy oak door open, a bell jingled invitingly. “Sooo hungryyyy.” She muttered to herself as she seated herself at a corner table by a window, ordering a hot mocha. Awaiting its arrival she pulled her sketch book from her backpack and flipped it open, reviewing its contents.

Ira had a hankering for some coffee. Sure he loved the devastation and bloodshed that he caused, every once and awhile he needed a break. He turned in his human form, and masked his wavelength. He wasn't dressed in his usual clothes, this time, he was wearing an orange tank top instead of his usual gray and black shirt combo.

Arriving in the market, he searched the area for a place to get coffee. Arriving a decent looking cafe, Ira walked in, and spotted a woman at the counter. Walking up to the counter, he asked the woman for a black coffee, and payed for it. Looking for a place to sit, Ira noticed only one both not completely occupied. Walking over to it, Ira asked the girl, "Do you mind if I sit here?"

Shilo paused mid page, slowly placing her book down. An odd feeling washed over her, and though she wasn’t much in touch with her own wavelength (that she was aware of), let alone understanding that she was sensing someone else’s; she felt an uncomfortable sensation in the air. She wrinkled her nose as the feeling vanished, wondering if she’d even really felt anything at all before a lanky fellow entered the café and made his way up to the counter. She glanced over at him for a moment before she realized there wasn’t any seating left and that she’d have to allow him permission to have the other half of her booth. No biggy, she wasn’t using it for much aside from a foot rest. Which reminded her. She dropped her feet from the booth across and watched assumingly as he made his way to her and requested the seat. “I don’t mind.” She stated, picking her book up off the table and placing it into her bag. The boy gave her a creeped feeling, though she was unsure as to why, he appeared as normal as anyone. She tried not to seem awkward or disturbed by him as a waitress in a maid costume came to serve her the whipped mocha.

This girl was different. He'd deal with meisters before, but she wasn't...... weak like the others. He took another sip of his coffee before looking over to her, then staring at her eyes. The color was..... beautiful. Ira had never felt this way about something. Reaching across the table, he grabbed the sugar, pouring it into his coffee. "My name's Ira." He said, in a deep voice.

Shilo blinked past a strand of hair that had fallen out of place. She picked the cup off the table and placed it to her lips, sipping gently. Shilo flinched as he reached across the table, feeling jumpy in his presence, her posture stiffened and then slumped into a relaxed position, which she forced herself to do. She didn't want to appear rude to the stranger. "Sorry..." she muttered, "I'm just kind of stressed... heh." she lied as licked a spot of whipped cream off her lip.

Her wavelength was rumbling back and forth. She was stressed out alright. "That's fine." The clown said, putting the sugar back. "We all get stressed out sometimes. It's no surprise to me." He said, taking another said of his now sugared coffee. What was stressing her out so terribly? Had she found out what he was?

Shilo had no idea what was going on inside of her, only that it seemed as though her senses were being toyed with. She frowned at the boy, her hands wrapped tightly around the fat cup that held her drink. "I mean... yeah..." she agreed, her voice warm and meek. She watched him closely, her light eyes making sure to memorize his face. "Do you attend the academy?" she asked, clueless in regards to the stranger.

"No, no I don't." The clown said, slipping the last bit of his coffee. "I'm from.... Iowa. I came to Death City to see the architecture, and it's great." Ira sighed. He felt his being being torn apart. He was becoming attracted to this woman, but didn't vow to destroy all living things? That was his ultimate goal, his Purpose. These words played back in his mind.

Shilo listened as he spoke, she'd hardly gotten her drink half way down, meanwhile his was empty. She was new and enjoyed the slight company despite his not attending the academy. "Iowa huh?" she chuckled. "I don't know much about Iowa." she continued, "Or Death City for that matter." The waitress stopped by their table and asked if they needed anything, to which Shilo ordered a cheese danish. "I'm Shilo, by the way..." she told him as she stared past him at the short skirted waitress bending over at another table.

Ira didn't know what to say. Normally even in his human form, people refrained from talking to him. "Well, nice to meet you Shilo." He said in a calm, subtle voice. Shit! I'm loosing myself! Ira thought to himself. He stared down at his watch to check the time. He needed to get away from this girl. Fast. "Uhh, I have to go." He said, getting up from the table.

The waitress returned, placing Shilo's danish in front of her. She smiled at the girl and looked back across the table. "What's your name?" she asked after his reply, motioning toward her danish and proceeding to cut it in half. "Here. Have some. They're pretty good. " She told him, forking the piece of pastry off her plate and onto a napkin for him. She slid it across the table and proceeded to take a bit of her half. Her brow furrowed at his sudden urgency and frowned slightly, saying nothing as he seemed to hurriedly get up to leave.

What was this he was feeling?Feeling? Clowns don't feel! This played back in his head. This girl was different. He saw the frown creep across her face as he got up to leave. He.... He.... He couldn't leave her there by herself. "Actually..... I can stay a bit longer, if you'd like." He said, sitting back down in the booth.

"Oh uhh.... you don't have to..." she said gently. "I don't want to keep you if you have things to do." She added. She hadn't meant to frown. She was just an open book, for the most part. Emotions shown easily to others. She felt rude now and sat silently, hoping she hadn't bothered him.

Constant debate went on in his head. Was this right? Does he actually feel for this..... human? Are you not the embodiment of madness? Is devastation the answer? What was going on? He was not a human, but he felt as if he was. This fighting went on for minutes until..... until this happened. "GAAHHHH!!!" Ira screamed out in pain, grabbing his face. He fell on the floor hiding his face. And a few moments later, stood up, now dressed in a orange blazer, he turned around, now revealing his pumpkin head. "Hello, Shilo, I'm Rage!"

Ooc: Ira refers to himself as Rage in clown form.

Shilo sensed a change. She stiffened, her eyes focusing seriously on Ira. Inhaling deeply, she braced herself and forced a calm demeanor. As a fighter she needed to stay level headed during such, and so she'd trained herself to be such. Without a weapon she was almost useless, however she was a decent hand to hand combatant, it would hardly keep her alive in the wake of...... a clown. And a clown he had become. As he fell. Shilo swiftly slid from the booth seat, backing up and watching as customers and staff scattered from the area. Her eyes grew for a moment at his change and she glared at the stranger before her. "What do you want....?" she spat at him, her stance loose and ready to move.

"What do I want?" Ira cackled in a dark demonic voice. "I want the world to suffer. I want Death City to crumble. You want to why? Because that damn Shimigami thinks he rules the world. And when I kill him, the world will be mine. I will be the only one that exists in this world. I will lay wake to the world, starting here."

Unknown to Shilo, a battle was going on inside of Ira. He had finally figured it out. As he was locked away in his mind, all the people he had killed lives played back for him to watch. The farmer. He had a daughter. 18. She was away in Georgia for a few weeks to visit friends when..... when he killed him. He had finally felt compassion he now knew what he did was wrong. Tears streamed down his face. Enraged, Ira swung out his fist, hitting an invisible "wall."

"What the hell?" Rage shouted, grabbing his head, and backing up in pain. Ira was fighting back. "GAHHHHH!!!" Rage screamed in pain. "It feels like there's a damn knife in the side of my head!"

"What do I want?" Ira cackled in a dark demonic voice. "I want the world to suffer. I want Death City to crumble. You want to why? Because that damn Shimigami thinks he rules the world. And when I kill him, the world will be mine. I will be the only one that exists in this world. I will lay wake to the world, starting here."

Unknown to Shilo, a battle was going on inside of Ira. He had finally figured it out. As he was locked away in his mind, all the people he had killed lives played back for him to watch. The farmer. He had a daughter. 18. She was away in Georgia for a few weeks to visit friends when..... when he killed him. He had finally felt compassion he now knew what he did was wrong. Tears streamed down his face. Enraged, Ira swung out his fist, hitting an invisible "wall."

"What the hell?" Rage shouted, grabbing his head, and backing up in pain. Ira was fighting back. "GAHHHHH!!!" Rage screamed in pain. "It feels like there's a damn knife in the side of my head!"

What the hell.... had Shilo gotten herself into? She laughed in return, her expression stone cold at the words he spoke. His face was horrifying to look upon as she pressed the fear she felt deep down. "You're going to lay wake.... to the world, starting in a coffee shop?" she stated sarcastically, backing away from the clown called Rage and watching as he struggled against himself. What is going on....? she thought, unsure how to handle the situation that was becoming increasingly unpredictable.

Tears continued to stream down Ira's face as he watched the replays. More and more. There were so many. "I have to get out of here." He told himself, turning around, noticing a large black steel gate. Upon walking up to it, he noticed it had a lock and a keyhole. "But where's the key?"

"God dammit!" Rage yelled grabbing the side of his head again, turning to face Shilo. "What did you.... Do to me?" Rage then held his stomach as if he's was to vomit. "I don't.... feel right."

"I... I didn't do anything..." Shilo stated carefully. She watched the clown in turmoil and decided the time was now. He couldn't fend off an attack in this state. She centered herself and moved forward in two quick steps, focusing her energies into her fist before planting it into the clowns face.

Her physical form connected with the clown and as Shilo reeled back to dodge any on coming attacks, she realized her soul connected with Rage's and resonated the two together. Her physical body dropped to the ground, limp, while her soul entered into Ira's domain. She stumbled forward into the blackness of Ira's conscious, unsure of where she was or what she was going to do now...

ooc: Clown's don't have souls, they're made of pure madness, but, you can still get into their heads.

Ira turned around to see Shilo. What? He thought. "How the hell did you get in here?" He questioned her. "I don't have soul, we didn't resonate!" Ira pondered this for a few seconds before turning back around to face the gate. "I think this is the way out, but it's locked we need a key." He said, turning to face Shilo.

(I wasn't really sure what words to use. because they technically still have thoughts and energies. So I was kind of winging it. I figured she'd be on the other side of the gate anyway.)

Shilo furrowed her brow. If it wasn't resonance, then what could have happened? She wasn't well versed in soul resonance as it were, but she was familiar with the chakra that all living creatures had, though the idea that her mental chakra somehow entered his was confusing to the girl. "I don't know what's going on...." she replied, looking up at the large gate and back at Ira. "The key is here... somewhere." she told him, observing the fact that it was Ira's conscious they seemed to be trapped in and that he somehow held the key to freedom. But how, exactly?

Ira fell down to the ground. "We're never getting out of here." Ira sit and thought for a few seconds. "Wait......." He got up, walked up to the gate, and stood, with this fist pointed to the steel lock. "WATASHI WA JUYONA NDA!" Ira yelled, pulling his hand back, and hitting the lock with all his force, breaking it. "There."

Shilo watched quietly, unsure as to how he figured out what to do so quickly. "That was fast..." she stated sarcastically, the lock breaking before them. It seemed they were free, though she had no idea what to do in order to get herself out of the boy.

Upon stepping through the gate, a crack appeared on Rage's face. Ira and Shilo stepped through the crack, Ira appeared on the other site, and Shilo awoken. Face to face with his "other" self.

"Well, well, Ira finally got out, huh?" Rage said, tilting his gross face to the side. The crack in his forehead was spewing pumpkin juice and seeds. "You know you need me. Without madness, we cease to exist. We're stuck together you idiot." Stress marks appeared on his head, forcing out more juice and seeds.

Ira turned around to face Rage. "No." He said, softly. "I don't need you anymore." He looked up at him with a enraged looking face. "I will never forgive you for all the things you made me do. All the lives you made me take. You, will pay."

Rage cackled at his joke. "You still can't destroy me. I'm your lifeforce you dunce. Without me your history.

"Not any more." Ira said, his voice deep and menacing. "I've discovered a new madness..... The madness of....." Ira eyes glowed light blue and his head burst in to a flame, revealing his new clown form. "THE FIRES OF FRIENDSHIP AND LOVE!" He yelled.