01-20-2016, 07:32 PM
Ah, yes. Another satisfied passenger delivered safely to their destination by Air Juggalo. We hope you have enjoyed your flight and that you were sufficiently supplied with your daily Miracle and Mirth values and percents and Gamzee’s just going to cut that little monologue short because, if he’s being perfectly honest, this juggalo has never been on an airplane. Nor does he have any sort of useful insight on healthy living.
Despite his lack of knowledge in the field of aerophysics, Gamzee Makara pilots his beauteous flying miracle contraption as if he had been doing it his entire life. He certainly seems to be enjoying himself, shouts of Mirth and idiocy ringing across the blanche expanse of the Nexus. Though the clown certainly knows how to goof off and have a grand old time, he was keenly aware that his Mistress was in danger. He begins a valiant airborne search for his princess, deeming it necessary to act on her behalf in the upcoming ass-kicking. The jetpacking Capricorn zips through the air, circling the ever changing, ever present Fountain of Infinity like a bird of prey. That was probably a pretty bad analogy. He’s kind of an idiot.
And boy, was this idiot about to show out.
Catching sight of the battle ensuing below, it was clear to the flying clown that there was only one course of action that he could possibly take next.
---
Melx was a bit of an odd one to say the least. Cunning, cutthroat, and cold, yes. But he was also odd. Weird. Strange. All of these are very fitting words that could be used to describe this senior officer. Despite his tendency towards unorthodox methods and his time in the Omniverse, the goggled villain was a little...startled by what happened next.
He pinpointed the flying buffoon before the jetpacker had seen him. Who the hell was this guy? The fool was far too busy turning loop-de-loops and making an utter idiot of himself to even be considered as a threat.
That is, until this pilot committed to a rather sudden dive bomb. The man clad in red was more than confused at first, until he quickly deduced the trajectory of this incoming projectile jetpacker; this insufferable prick was headed straight for the boss lady! Springing to action, the goggle man gets off his rump in earnest. As he closes the distance, Melx unlatches the goggles strapped to his face, which subsequently transform into a humongous sword, via brilliant display of mechanical engineering. Gears wear, metal plates unfold, and just a sprinkle of magicky goodness comes into play. Hefting his large, transforming weapon mid-activation, the robed man locks his now fully formed buster broadsword in a diagonal defensive stance, blocking any access to Guu and Bonbon’s battle.
But this prick doesn’t stop. He flies directly at Melx, gaining and gaining, closer and closer. The officer braces himself, preparing to turn some of the force of the blow away. Son of a bitch, he’s not-
The unidentified flying idiot comes to a rather abrupt halt. While this motherfucker is all up and flinchin’, the juggalo swerves his Miracle Machine just so, positioning the ass end of it perpendicular with this annoying obstruction’s face as it turns around.
And guns it.
Every flavor imaginable of Faygo is shot out of the jetpack in mist form, drenching this motherfucker in sweet, sticky, fruity goodness. There is now a rainbow stripe coloring a good section of the giant sword. It sticks and drips, almost as if spray painted. It’s a beautiful thing. The veteran officer is visibly shaking in fury, jaw clenched and teeth gritted. With a positively indignant screech of anger, Melx rears back and smacks this idiot across the jetpack with a vicious karate chop-
That did not hurt at all. With a confused grin, the grey teenager laughs out loud, noisily and happily as he flies away for another pass.
But it's somewhat strange, somewhat odd when Melx smiles just as big, laughs just as loud, right before his fist clenches around some unknown object.
*KA-PLOOOOFFFFFF*
Suddenly, it’s as if the artist using the Nexus as its canvas had a furious spark of inspiration. Dozens of different colors all painted and streaked the white, blank sky, like a wonderful painted fireworks display. Goopy, syrupy Faygo falls like rain, drizzling the immediate area. Melx’s hysterical laughter was a twisted, dark sound that was easily heard.
Yet for the second time today, he was surprised. Surprised to hear someone else’s laughter join in with his. It was a cacophonous, throaty sound that echoed seemingly from all around him. It was in a voice the officer didn’t recognize; certainly not any of his peers. His head whipped around wildly, searching for the source of this accursed mockery.
Then, he looked up.
“Shi-”
Melx hoists his weapon up in defense once again, just in the nick of time. This go round, he succeeds in blocking an actual blow. Barely. A thunderous *CRACK* is heard as two colorful clubs make a resounding connection with the soldier’s steel. A smoking, fruity smelling, face painted child is wielding these weapons while wearing one of the most sickening, insufferable smirks Melx has ever seen.
With a monumental amount of effort and a furious roar, the bomber heaves against this weight on his weapon. With a mighty push, he launches his assailant more than a few yards away. The circus freak turns a couple of flips while airborne, toothy grin flashing with every revolution; until he lands on his face.
A look of supreme irritation shadows Melx’s features. This has to be some sort of terrible, awful joke.
Quickly recovering from his little misstep, the mysterious pilot scrambles to his feet, brandishing his-
Oh god those aren’t even clubs. This idiot is just waving around juggling pins.
Some sort of sick, awful, terrible, stupid joke.
Trying and failing to sound more angry than exasperated, Melx practically pleas out of annoyance, “Who are you?! Tell me your name, fool!”
The stupid kid’s grin grows even wider, revealing even more sharp, pointy looking teeth.
“My name is Gamzee Makara,” He begins slowly, his voice steadily rising with each word. The clown jabs one of his juggling pins in the swordsman’s direction, like a batter signalling a home run.
“Gamzee! MotherFUCKING! MAKARA!”
Despite his lack of knowledge in the field of aerophysics, Gamzee Makara pilots his beauteous flying miracle contraption as if he had been doing it his entire life. He certainly seems to be enjoying himself, shouts of Mirth and idiocy ringing across the blanche expanse of the Nexus. Though the clown certainly knows how to goof off and have a grand old time, he was keenly aware that his Mistress was in danger. He begins a valiant airborne search for his princess, deeming it necessary to act on her behalf in the upcoming ass-kicking. The jetpacking Capricorn zips through the air, circling the ever changing, ever present Fountain of Infinity like a bird of prey. That was probably a pretty bad analogy. He’s kind of an idiot.
And boy, was this idiot about to show out.
Catching sight of the battle ensuing below, it was clear to the flying clown that there was only one course of action that he could possibly take next.
---
Melx was a bit of an odd one to say the least. Cunning, cutthroat, and cold, yes. But he was also odd. Weird. Strange. All of these are very fitting words that could be used to describe this senior officer. Despite his tendency towards unorthodox methods and his time in the Omniverse, the goggled villain was a little...startled by what happened next.
He pinpointed the flying buffoon before the jetpacker had seen him. Who the hell was this guy? The fool was far too busy turning loop-de-loops and making an utter idiot of himself to even be considered as a threat.
That is, until this pilot committed to a rather sudden dive bomb. The man clad in red was more than confused at first, until he quickly deduced the trajectory of this incoming projectile jetpacker; this insufferable prick was headed straight for the boss lady! Springing to action, the goggle man gets off his rump in earnest. As he closes the distance, Melx unlatches the goggles strapped to his face, which subsequently transform into a humongous sword, via brilliant display of mechanical engineering. Gears wear, metal plates unfold, and just a sprinkle of magicky goodness comes into play. Hefting his large, transforming weapon mid-activation, the robed man locks his now fully formed buster broadsword in a diagonal defensive stance, blocking any access to Guu and Bonbon’s battle.
But this prick doesn’t stop. He flies directly at Melx, gaining and gaining, closer and closer. The officer braces himself, preparing to turn some of the force of the blow away. Son of a bitch, he’s not-
The unidentified flying idiot comes to a rather abrupt halt. While this motherfucker is all up and flinchin’, the juggalo swerves his Miracle Machine just so, positioning the ass end of it perpendicular with this annoying obstruction’s face as it turns around.
And guns it.
Every flavor imaginable of Faygo is shot out of the jetpack in mist form, drenching this motherfucker in sweet, sticky, fruity goodness. There is now a rainbow stripe coloring a good section of the giant sword. It sticks and drips, almost as if spray painted. It’s a beautiful thing. The veteran officer is visibly shaking in fury, jaw clenched and teeth gritted. With a positively indignant screech of anger, Melx rears back and smacks this idiot across the jetpack with a vicious karate chop-
That did not hurt at all. With a confused grin, the grey teenager laughs out loud, noisily and happily as he flies away for another pass.
But it's somewhat strange, somewhat odd when Melx smiles just as big, laughs just as loud, right before his fist clenches around some unknown object.
*KA-PLOOOOFFFFFF*
Suddenly, it’s as if the artist using the Nexus as its canvas had a furious spark of inspiration. Dozens of different colors all painted and streaked the white, blank sky, like a wonderful painted fireworks display. Goopy, syrupy Faygo falls like rain, drizzling the immediate area. Melx’s hysterical laughter was a twisted, dark sound that was easily heard.
Yet for the second time today, he was surprised. Surprised to hear someone else’s laughter join in with his. It was a cacophonous, throaty sound that echoed seemingly from all around him. It was in a voice the officer didn’t recognize; certainly not any of his peers. His head whipped around wildly, searching for the source of this accursed mockery.
Then, he looked up.
“Shi-”
Melx hoists his weapon up in defense once again, just in the nick of time. This go round, he succeeds in blocking an actual blow. Barely. A thunderous *CRACK* is heard as two colorful clubs make a resounding connection with the soldier’s steel. A smoking, fruity smelling, face painted child is wielding these weapons while wearing one of the most sickening, insufferable smirks Melx has ever seen.
With a monumental amount of effort and a furious roar, the bomber heaves against this weight on his weapon. With a mighty push, he launches his assailant more than a few yards away. The circus freak turns a couple of flips while airborne, toothy grin flashing with every revolution; until he lands on his face.
A look of supreme irritation shadows Melx’s features. This has to be some sort of terrible, awful joke.
Quickly recovering from his little misstep, the mysterious pilot scrambles to his feet, brandishing his-
Oh god those aren’t even clubs. This idiot is just waving around juggling pins.
Some sort of sick, awful, terrible, stupid joke.
Trying and failing to sound more angry than exasperated, Melx practically pleas out of annoyance, “Who are you?! Tell me your name, fool!”
The stupid kid’s grin grows even wider, revealing even more sharp, pointy looking teeth.
“My name is Gamzee Makara,” He begins slowly, his voice steadily rising with each word. The clown jabs one of his juggling pins in the swordsman’s direction, like a batter signalling a home run.
“Gamzee! MotherFUCKING! MAKARA!”
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Never Falter in the Face of Infinity.
-Tearan Wover