Return of The Candy Clown (Rated M for Violence and Gore, OPEN FREE FOR ALL)

Las Angeles
October 14th, 2016

L.A.'s skyscrapers stood tall, preparing for the very worst to come. They had received a letter from a mysterious stranger that seemed to vanish just as quickly as he had came. His letter forewarned the coming of the infamous Candy Clown. Apparently, the Clown was going take the city by force and slaughter any innocent civilians that stand in her way. To avoid this massacre, they would have to surrender Las Angeles and even their minds to absolute madness. Obviously the city wouldn't be won over this easily, so they decided to call up the DWMA to send out many troops whom will defend the city in The Battle of Las Angeles.

Days after the letter was sent, Zera the Candy Clown decided to commence her first attack. Sailing in from the horizon, on mid-air mind you, came Zera's pirate ship which was made entirely from candy. The ship sped up to ramming speed, aiming for one of the larger skyscrapers in the city. Once the ship crashed into the skyscraper, it broke open, spilling shattered debris and various creatures of different shapes and sizes. The creatures were either Kishin Eggs or Monsters (NPCs), each one searching for food to satisfy their starving stomachs. Some of the creatures unfortunately died upon impact with the ground, leaving behind many souls for either Weapons or Hunter's Axes to steal.

While the ship broke into many pieces and crashed to the ground like meteorites, Zera abandoned it by flying off on a large chunk of pink and blue rock candy. The Candy Clown then looked down on the city, giving anyone still in this doomed city a good view of her latest appearance. She stood at an underwhelming height of 4'10. Her skin was purely light blue instead of a regular human pigment. Her hair fell all the way down to her feet, light blue towards the roots while the rest of her hair was a delectable tint of pink. Her eye color remained the same as her original form but the white in her eyes was now pitch black. For a top, she simply wore a pink and blue striped hoodie, that hid her feminine features in her chest area quite well. For bottoms, she wore a blue miniskirt and pink and blue stockings.

With a faint giggle, Zera sat down on her bottom and wrapped her arms around her silky legs. "It's time... I paint the World... with the colors of madness.", Zera said in-between minor breaks of incoherent laughter. She then pointed a hand down towards a crowd of people and fired multiple shots of blue liquid rock candy.

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Rosaline would never understand just how it was that her sister seemed to inherently know things whenever they were making any sort of future preparations. In this case, Crystal had insisted, time and time again, that they not set up their post in the very building that had been crashed into not a moment before. Shaking her head, the teacher raised her sister's weapon form, crouched as she was, fingers prime in position for an arrow that did not, as of yet, exist. She hissed under her breath, the sounds laced in murmured curses as the area shook. Focusing heavily, she aimed the place for the arrow up towards the clown in question, waiting, praying that she could be distracted before she would begin to fire.

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Daylight was not his forte; daylight was not his friend. However, it was in daylight that the attack took place, and thus in daylight that he was forced to work. Despite his skill, Jarek Valentius "Rogue" Ackerman was trained as an assassin, not nearly as heavily as a meister. His talents lay in quick and easy kills, not in wars, not in attacks, not in drawn-out fights. He was a stealth fighter, and being part of the miniature army the DWMA sent did not leave him any more prepared for the encounter than he would have been otherwise. He did not know how to prepare for war, and thus when it began, he was left off of his guard, off of his game, and our of his element. Startled, he drew his blades while not even awake, rising fully as his body unconsciously brought itself to its feet. Yellow seemed to highlight his body, forming a solid, steady outline that moved like electricity around him, even as the full spectrum of his chakras continued to pulse as normal through his veins.

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On the street, a redheaded, lithe young woman had been patrolling with an unmistakable bounce in her step. Earbuds secure in her lobes, the joy that was painted on her face showed a clear waver in the conflicts of her soul, like bullets raging through smoke, blue and red fighting each other even as the power ran like fire through her veins. When the ship hit, her arm shifted, off-hand sending the foolhardy citizens that had yet to evacuate in the direction of the nearest "safe house." Narrowing her eyes, a slow, easy smirk spread across her face, the blade separating from her shoulder by means of her soul threads. Running as fast as she could, she slashed her way through first one unfortunate egg, then front flipped through the street, transforming her arm to normal in mid-air and switching the weapon form to her leg, landing atop another Egg with her blade.

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Tsukiko was on the other end of town. From her own experiences and powers, she sensed the madness before the commotion even began, the sheer level of it enticing her to approach. When the crash hit, she was running, full speed and hand gripping the handle of her temporary partner tightly. Her bandages had wrapped around the both of them, all the way over his handle, if only for the time being.
"Are you read for this, Adam?" She asked allowed, willing herself to go faster, to get into town before anyone could be hurt, though she knew the sheer impossibility of the wish.

Adam, who was, in his weapon, in Tsukiko's hand replied instantly: "I am always ready. Let's destroy the source of this madness!" He spoke, his words were filled with hope and strength of a death scythe. His soul wavelength seemed to get slightly stronger and more focused as they were getting closer to their target. They had to win this one. They had to. His healing wavelength was "ready" to start suppressing the madness in Tsukiko's soul.
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Mark Kozak and Boris Kovalsky were temporarily paired together for this one mission.
Their post was located away from the center of the city, but away from the borders of it. Mark was wielding his cousin who was a Polish saber. Mark was aware of the fact that they were probably the weakest pair in this battle, however, his cousin's only ability was helpful if they wanted to ambush their opponents. The meister was hiding in the shadows when the ruckus started. His cousin's ability made them both invisible. Mark couldn't move, because that would disable the ability.
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Death City, Chloe Carmen's secret hideout

The young witch was sitting in her office with a feeling of displeasure written on her face. It was thanks to her two unexpected, uninvited guest, who were claiming to be from an organization called "The Justice Posse". "I honestly, don't know and care how and you found my home. So state your business now and leave." The witch said as she looked at her guests. One of them was an elegant Japanese man in a suit. The other one was a young brat in a blue hoodie.
"Ms.Carmen. We've been keeping an eye on you and your people for quite a long time. We are fully aware of the strength of your soldiers....Ms.Carmen..Do you know what is happening in Los Angeles right now?" Man in the suit, who's name was Yuji Kenji, asked.

The witch crossed her arms and leaned against her chair. "Please enlighten me, sir" Chloe said with a calm voice as she adjusted her glasses.
Yuji looked at his partner. "Raccoon?"
The man in the hoodie, known as Raccoon cleared his throat. "According to my research, the DWMA was asked to protect L.A from the attack of a "Candy Clown"" He explained.
"We, as the organization who seeks balance and justice, want to support the DWMA in this fight. That's why we want to ask you for help. We will pay you, of course. Would $50 000 be enough to get help from your soldiers, Ms.Carmen?" Mr.Kenji asked.
Chloe stood up and crossed her arms over her chest. The witch started walking around her office.
"$75 000 and I'm sending my best soldiers" She finally told them.
Yuji Kenji nodded his head. "We have a deal, Ms.Carmen. Your people will join our agents in battle. Raccoon will lead them to our hideouts in Las Vegas"
Chloe Carmen nodded and looked at the sorcerer. "Jake, Jason, take him to the armory and bring there guys from alpha and beta teams." The witch ordered two of her guards.
Ms.Carmen and Mr.Kenji were left alone, to finish "the buissness" while Raccoon followed the two armed men to prepare a group which was supposed to support the DWMA in battle

Coincidentally, right in the place where the Candy Clown sent her first barrage of sweets, Artemiy Zis had been stationed. Nearby, he was, since this was his street to patrol. First of all, he turned one arm into the barrel of his weapon form, shooting up at one of the shots of rock candy, hoping to disperse it enough to render it harmless. He did the same with his other arm, too, before transforming into his full weapon form, a t-34-85 Russian tank, and blocking the rest of the candy; he transformed back as soon as the stuff set, leaving it to clatter to the ground.

The Corsair was very disappointed when the enemies that attacked did so on the other side of town. Very, very disappointed. He wasn't going to be useful for a while yet! Still, he wasn't exactly sane, like most other Death Scythes. First of all, he seemed to be riding along on some skates, that had drills for wheels. Second of all he wasn't minding any buildings, instead choosing to barrel through them, diagonally through the entirety; drill arms extended in front of himself, a massive grin juxtaposing his actual disappointment at having to be late to the party!

Very soon after the crash of the ship, a young witch going by the name of Charlotte arrived right below it. While the position she took would be precarious for anyone else, it being in the middle of where each and every creature from the ship was disembarking, she was relatively safe from anything that didn't rely on exceptional hearing that had echolocation status, or a damn good sense of smell. Indeed, sight would be nearly useless for these beings; she was nearly invisible. The only times any of these beings would be able to easily discern her location would be when the throat of a Kishin Egg was silently slit or some monster's eyes assaulted by a number of small energy balls, while its chest suddenly gained a hole the shape of a long knife. Each of the monster souls that floated around were bagged by her; she'd need them whenever she found herself a weapon. Or even joined either of the schools which allowed her to do so. Details.

While yes, most of the Kishin Eggs and monsters that were attacking the city were where the ship had crashed, Drake was not where they were. No, he got off the ship while it was over the outskirts of the city and turned away to get as far away from it as he could while still heading for more populated areas. He was going to get himself some souls and he wasn't going to share with the hordes of rabid idiots that were, more or less, fodder. Clutching his satchel full of bombs, one hand on the leather strap and the other resting on the bag itself, he made his way down the street, dispensing explosives at any panicked passerby's, quickly scooping up the souls and eating them, lest he have to give them away to someone more powerful. After each of the 20 bombs he had made on his way were gone, he sat down to create some more. (20 souls)

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((OOC: I assume it's safe to post now.))

A spark seemed to flash in Zera's eyes as she made eye contact with the Weapon that blocked her candy attacks. Thanks to him, the civilians managed to escape the grasp of the Candy Clown. Fortunately for her, she found some good company bbecause of it. Zera then descended to just outside the range of the Weapon's reach before lifting herself up with one hand. She faced the Weapon in an upside-down position, carefully balancing to ensure she didn't fall right on top of her face. "Hiya, I'm Zera. Glad to see I got the Reaper's attention.", Zera cheerfully said before waving her free hand in front of herself. Doing so left behind four letters, either pink or blue, which spelled out the name, Zera. The letters then faded into sugar before blowing away in the wind, prompting Zera to continue her little chit-chat, "It would seem to me that finding a partner can be a bit difficult. You know... Cause you're... Literally a TANK! I wonder....... How am I gonna tear you apart?"

With the chit-chat out of the way, Zera bounced herself off of he candy platform with her single arm. She then manifested a giant candy licorice and took hold of one end of it. The licorice grew longer and longer as she fell to the floor, until she finally stopped. She was dangling in the air, a few inches from the ground, with both hands on the licorice rope. Suddenly, Zera was spun round and round by the licorice rope until she released her hold and was flung directly at her targeted Weapon. "MARSHMALLOW SKEWER!", Zera shouted at the top of her lungs as she manifested a giant rock candy spike that seemed to have sprouted from the bottom of Zera's feet. It seemed obvious that Zera was solely attempting to impale the Weapon with this spike but there could be a bit more to this attack than what meets the eye.

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Rosaline kept a steady eye on the clown as she moved, keeping her aim on the figure, waiting for her to be caught off-guard enough that an arrow might actually stand a chance. Crystal's wavelength hummed in her hands as she began exchanging the energy of her own wavelength with her sister, slowly increasing the output of such to maximize their resonance. Soon... but not yet.

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Rogue's eyes narrowed as he watched the scene play out below him. Biting back any sound he could have made, he shoved the window upwards, jumping down to the outcropping below. Immediately after his feet hit it, he used his Flash Jump, leaping and landing across the street, a rush of air following him as he did so. Wasting no time, he leapt to the nearest hostile, aiming to place a knife in the side of its neck. A cry broke out, but the attack wasn't enough to kill it. Dodging the monster's swinging arm, Rogue went low, sliding beneath it to slice through its abdomen. With a final cry, it burst, red-tinged soul floating in mid-air. He ignored it, moving further along.

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With two already down, Vanja shifted her leg once more, landing on it as the soul floated, harmless and helpless nearby. Laughing, she rushed to another, doing flips before spring-boarding and gripping a lamp post. Swinging around it, she sent herself flying, transforming fully in mid-air but using the continued momentum to place herself squarely in the torso of another egg. As it screamed and its body dissipated, she returned to human, only to shift her arm into her blade, spinning about as she went after other eggs and monsters on this second-floor, attacked building. The black in her eyes was widening, the blue tinging into hints of red.

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"Then let's have some fun, shall we?" Her wavelength spiked, more a testament to her working to send them into resonance than any attempt at toying with her madness. Even so, her eyes began to glow with the steady pulse of that madness, a feeling of steady, untargeted desire creeping around like a mist in the area around her. Adam would feel it, no question, but with his own wavelength, it would be a dull sensation, an impulse want for nothing in particular, but a light hum of wanting that would ping at him as long as her wavelength was active.

Adam quietly analyzed his meister's wavelength, he murmured something in his mother language about madness and sighed loudly. As a Death Scythe, he had a lot of experience with people affected with madness or people who have unpredictable wavelengths."Our mission is to protect the civilians, please remember this" He told her. It sounded like something between an advice and a warning. His tone was definitely calm and rather friendly.
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Raccoon waited rather impatiently for Chloe's soldiers to join him in the armory. The sorcerer had his Soul Protect down and was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed on his chest. He sighed loudly. "Alright. I probably should start preparing a portal to L.A...Uhh..I hate using mantras. I mean, who likes them? I don't. Uh..I should probably be quiet. I don't want people to think I'm crazy. Talking to you, dear readers is always a pleasure" He spoke to the readers of this thread. Clearing his throat, he quietly murmured his mantra. ""Mantras are stupid, but I need one..." God, I need to come up with a better mantra.." The young sorcerer felt as the magical energy started flowing through his body and soul. He found some free space in the armory, which was a perfect place to place a magical portal. Chloe's soldiers walked into the room as he started summoning a portal to L.A. He noticed about 26 people. Each one of them had wavelength rifles (Rifles that use the wavelength of the user and turn them into ammo.), which were, in Raccoon's opinion, weak because they would never be as powerful as a demon weapon and short swords and knives. They looked like just simple mercenaries in the young magician's opinion. "Please, don't disrupt me now. I'm summoning a portal. Also, please, take a few steps away from me for now." Said the sorcerer who shot magical energy out of his hands. Said energy started forming a circular, violet shape in the middle of the armory. That was their portal... Or rather, will be, when he finishes summoning it.

Unflinching, totally rock solid expression upon Artemiy's face betrayed nothing of his anxiety. He was facing an opponent who was powerful and one he knew nothing about. Oh well... It wasn't like he was working to beat her, simply keep her there. He memorised the positions of all his allies and he knew that there was at least one Death Scythe wielder overlooking his current position. He was going to make sure to hold his ground for them.

"You aren't." He answered the weapons question, his tone fitting his stoick demeanor. He waited for the clown to attack.

As Zera flung herself at him, Artemiy crouched down low to the ground, allowing the clown to fly over his head, but not before he transformed both arms into the barrels of his weapon form. He fired them when Zera was directly overhead, turning his whole body around and springing up back into his previous standing position, facing where the clown would be.

Laughter was the only thing that escaped Zera's lips as she was blasted away with tremendous force. She was sent flying in the opposite direction of the candy lance that seemed to keep soaring through the sky... Before coming to an immediate stop in midair. Unfortunately for Artemiy, he had decided to cast his gaze towards Zera whom was determined to keep the lance out of his sight... And was also trying to pull herself together. The Weapon's blast seemed to cause a great amount of damage to Zera's smooshy candy-like body, cause the Candy Clown had completely lost her lower torso and her right arm. On top of that, Zera was having an absolute vomit frenzy. Rainbow colored sludge kept pouring out of her mouth, soaking the cement beneath her with the warm fluids.

She eventually paused to wipe her mouth clean before raising herself up with one hand. "OH! Woest me! WOEST ME! I shall die here, like the fool I now realize I am. To think... The world was my goal, I just needed to take it for myself. Town after, town after town. City after city, continent after continent. Oh boo-hoo! The crazy ones always want the world... Only to be crushed under the might of the great and POWERFUL DWM- Something-Something.", Zera said in a melodramatic matter while waving around a still developing hand that she was regenerating. "And... What of my love. Draken! Oh Draken, my own stupidity has driven me to Death! Away... Away... Away from you!", the Clown proclaimed up to the sky with a booming voice before speaking in a hushed manner, "His beautiful emerald eyes. His silk-like sky blue hair... Oh how I loved to run my fingers through each strand. Last but not least... Those loucious lips... That I use to press gently against very own." Zera then put her fingers to her lips before kissing her hand and casting the kiss to the sky.

"And so, I bid thee all... Ado.", Zera weakly made out before manifesting a rock candy knife, which she grasped in her left hand. Then, after holding it up high above her head, Zera used the pink blade to repeatedly stab herself in the abdomen, each time screaming, "DIE, DIE, DIE!" Pausing, Zera clamped her eyes shut with the knife still lodged deep inside of her abdomen. After the pause, Zera opened one eye slightly enough to see her opponent but seemed most unsatisfied with his reaction. Then after her feet had completely regenerated, she hopped right up on those feet and yelled, "You're suppose to be crying! This is the sadest part of our little production. The princess is killed by the big mean brute, unable to ever meet her beloved prince charming. That's some really deep and original shit right there." The Clown then crossed her arms across her chest and appeared to be struggling to keep a straight face on. Unfortunately, she couldn't help from bursting into overzealous laughter that blasted her madness wavelength everywhere her loud laughter could be heard. "Ok... I'm good... I'm ready.", Zera finished after catching her breath from laughing. It was time she activated her trump card she prepared during her little charade. Behind the Weapon, the lance had divided into hundreds of tiny needles, each one out of his sight and ready to deal a deathblow. With a slight tilt of Zera's head, the needles were launched right at Artemiy.

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ooc: I.... have to put this thread on hold.

Soul Eater Wiki, Clown (Species) page wrote:: Infinite Propagation (無限増殖, Mugen zōshoku): This capability allows Clowns to reform themselves after death. This capability allows them to spawn infinitely, so long as they're connected to Asura's Madness Wavelength (Madness of Fear) as well as a fellow Clown is around to perform this special ability.[8]

There has to be a high concentration of, or connection to, the specific madness that she is made from as well as another clown. Since the only ones in the show were all Asura's, we're ruling that the other clown must have the same madness, as well.

Mistress Hammered.

Arc, I need your ruling to confirm on 2/3rds vote.

OOC: I don't exactly agree that Zera should not be able to reform without another source of her madness. Lani has decided to bail on being an admin for the time being, due to some disagreements among the staff.

As a result of which I have been left as the only active admin. RIP.

That, and the forum; that means that we can retcon her characters out of this thread, since it'd die otherwise.

I'll respect the fact that she technically shouldn't be able to regen without a source of her madness, but I will allow you to keep the special ability which allows her to reform on top of anyone she is bonded with in the event of death. That's how it works, right?

((OOC: Yup, that's how it works. Thanks Arc.))

((OOC: So is this thread deaded?

OOC: Probably maybe?

((OOC: Guess so, that means I can use Zera again.)

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