Jarvan and Miss Fortune - The Jester

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ActiveFury

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12-13-2012

From within the jungle came the crack of maniac laughter. Jarvan IV, with his head held high and his spear wresting upon his shoulder, looked out towards the jungle. Miss Fortune stood beside him, her pistols drawn and lowered by her sides. The beautiful red-haired warrior glanced up at Jarvan IV and saw his jaw was clenched tightly.
“Scared?” She asked in a toying voice, smiling up prettily at Jarvan.
“Angry.” Jarvan IV replied calmly while staring off into the jungle, betraying none of the emotion he claimed to have.
“Why angry?” Miss Fortune asked, truly curious.
“Because the only thing I hate more than pirates are gaily dressed maniacs.” Jarvan said, and then walked out towards the jungle from which the broken laughter of a broken mind had erupted.

Miss Fortune stared after him for a minute, both admiring and despising the way he carried himself with such self-assurance and pride. With a grunt of frustration, she took after him, moving with a quick and quiet grace.
“I’m a bounty hunter, not a bloody pirate.” She muttered as she ran. A lock of her radiant red hair fell over her eye and she blew it out of her face.

There was blood everywhere. Jarvan estimated there were no more than two bodies here, but the pieces were cut so finely and scattered across the place that it was hard to tell. That jester is a diabolical maniac, Jarvan thought to himself as he surveyed the area. Intestines hung like vines from the tree branches, and a head was skewered to the end of one branch, as if the head were some kind of sick, demented fruit. The face looked insane with fear and agony as if even death could not rid him of the horror.

Behind him he heard a gasp, and he whirled around instantly. Miss Fortune stood in stunned silence as she surveyed the scene. Jarvan looked at her without pity, even though seeing such a look of disgust and horror on such a pretty face would wound most men. She was by no means innocent, but this scene could have made a hardened veteran vomit. To her credit, she got herself under control quickly, and she tightened her grip on Shock and Awe. She brought them up beside her head and looked at Jarvan plainly. She was pale, he could see that, but she looked alert and ready. And beautiful.
He nodded, and she nodded back to him.
They crept on through the jungle.

The laughter cracked out like a whip, much closer this time. Jarvan didn’t know how he knew, but he knew that the jester was watching them. There was something about the laugh. Jarvan registered this in a split-second, and just as the whip-crack of laughter died out, Jarvan threw a spear-ended Demacian flag from his back into the thicket of the jungle where the laughter had come from. As the spear was mid-flight, the deafening roar of Miss Fortune’s pistols opened up, and the blasts from the end of the pistols lit up the forest. From within the jungle about twenty yards away from where his flag stood, he saw two luminescent eyes that glared like blue fire looking out from a face that was contorted into a smile of cruelty and sadism. Miss Fortune must have seen it too because in a heartbeat she readjusted her aim, and within the blink of an eye she was blasting away the foliage of where the infamous jester Shaco had been standing.

She fired three rounds before she realized the jester was long gone. He had simply disappeared.

“Where did he go?” Miss Fortune demanded, feeling the adrenaline pumping through her body. She held her twin-pistols by her head and they smoked furiously, them too feeling the tolls of combat.
Jarvan whipped around to look at her, his eyes bright and alive. He tossed his lance into the air and caught it, holding it as a javelin rather than a lance. He cocked his arm behind him and yelled,
“Down!”
Miss Fortune threw herself onto the ground ahead of her, and making contact she rolled on to her back with quicksilver speed and saw two of the grinning maniacs brandishing their knives at her. Jarvan’s lance pierced through the air with the speed of one of her bullets, and impaled one of the pale freaks through the neck, knocking him back a couple yards, where it exploded into a smoking cloud. She shielded her eyes instinctively, and let out a grunt of pain as she felt something thin and light pierce her right shoulder blade. She looked back up and saw that the remaining jester had vanished. She looked up to Jarvan, who was looking around thoroughly but not frantically. Out of nowhere, a grin and two luminescent eyes appeared behind jarvan, and this time Miss Fortune acted in time. She grabbed her pistol and shot twice, in rapid succession. The bullets skimmed by Jarvan by less than half an inch. One bullet took out a clump of the enormous grinning teeth and the other went through the jester’s eye and out the back of his skull.

The thing managed to utter one last laugh, this one stronger than all the others, before it hit the ground.

Jarvan shot a look behind him, saw that the jester was truly dead, and then walked over to Miss Fortune who still lay on the ground.
“No need to thank me.” She said in a sweet voice, flashing another one of her smiles that had won over so many in a past life. This one was forced, she was feeling shaken up and she reverted to her go-to personality.
Jarvan didn’t, in fact, thank her. He bent over her, examined the piece of metal protruding from her shoulder, and pulled it out.
“*******!” She cried in surprise, she had forgotten she’d been hit. Jarvan did not react to this, but pulled out a cloth seemingly from nowhere and tied it tightly but not uncomfortably around the wound. All the while Miss Fortune stared up at him, trying to gauge him. When he was done, he held out his hand, but Miss Fortune knocked it aside and got up by herself.
No point in trying to melt a heart made of stone.
Jarvan did not seem to mind or even notice. He walked back to the body of the jester, crouching next to it when he got there.
“What are you doing?” Miss Fortune asked in agitated confusion
“Revenge.” Jarvan replied, and taking the dead jesters knife he got to work, eviscerating the body, piece by piece.


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kittytoast

Senior Member

12-13-2012

Delightfully creepy And well-written to boot!



....Please sir, can I have some moar?


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ActiveFury

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12-14-2012

Quote:
Originally Posted by kittytoast View Post
Delightfully creepy And well-written to boot!



....Please sir, can I have some moar?
I appreciate the kind words! I hope to write something of more substance, given the amount of lore/characters in the LoL universe. Look for it's coming, for it will be sure to drop panties and blow minds.


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kittytoast

Senior Member

12-14-2012

yeah the lore is something to tangle with for sure! lol. good description though, i'd read it!