Lunacy rampant: Yeah right. [open to Jesters]

They say the jesters were wild, they had no thoughts, they were only instinct and that it was if they were savage animals. Some said that they were the very hellish demons of satan incarnated and they would be telling a truth and a lie at the same time. Now don't get it twisted, this jester is no daisy and peaceful Buddhist. His bloodline is filled with rage, war, destruction, etc. Lucian was walking through east side, the screams of anguish, pain and suffering rang through his ears. He was the sound of music, but luckily for him he didn't have to deal with being his isane persona since the other jesters were around and most people ran when they saw him. He was glad for this seeing as he did not feel like putting a show for these people. He could feel his aura surrounding him, but none were close enough to feel it effects, he was glad for his mask because it hid the calm and actually sane face that laid underneath. His eyes were red but not for tiredness or pain it was merely the fact that it was his genetics. The air was filled with a silent malice that if seemed to pulse with a dark energy. His mind process and thoughts were much different from the air around him.

He was calm and collected he could think clearly especially about how he would ascend to power and take over as the leader of the Jesters. The man in power now could bring them form the shadows and unite them but he couldn't bring them to a new future one that would involve the destruction of the Black mafia family and the control of the whole Nogard. He would be the one to do this, and he couldn't do it with that man in his way. His jacket and his mask with the large J represented more than just him being apart of the Jester it represented him being part of a force that was wild and insane with no purpose. He would be that purpose and under the command of his blood lust, he would send many jesters to the point of insanity that they will cause prime destruction but he had to wait and bide his time. He walked into his sanctuary, and sat on a chair that had been left in the abandon chamber, it pulsed with blue energy in energy lines. Sitting down in the chair, he removed the mask sightly to reveal his right eye. His bright red crimson eye.

Akuma had been walking through the streets of West Nogard, the land which was ruled by the Black Market Family, without a worry at all. Normally, no jester would dare walk into the heart of their enemies, but Akuma was no ordinary Jester. He wore no mask, he only wore a black hat over his green hair and a black suit. Nobody could tell whether he was aligned with the BMF or the Jesters. Akuma loved this sense of freedom. Nobody knew who he was. All the Jesters knew him as "The Laughing Demon" or as "The Man Without The Mask" but here, in the streets of Eastern Nogard, he was just another man. Akuma didn't care about anyone else but himself and, after he had spent a little while Nogard, he returned to the Eastern region, much to the surprise of the other Jesters that saw him.

He walked towards the abandoned Hellion Station hoping to find it empty. It turned out it wasn't. There was another there when Akuma arrived and he looked at the man before approaching. The man, or boy, had black hair and a black sleeveless top on. He seemed harmless but Akuma didn't care about fighting at that moment. He wanted peace so he walked over to the boy and spoke, in a menacing tone, "Hey you kid. Get lost. I came here for peace from those annoying Jesters, I don't want to have another one with me. Are you another mindless animal like the rest of them? No what, I don't care right now. Just leave."

The air was filled with the electric crackle of different types of equipment, his eyes closed as if he was listening to the electrical symphony and enjoying the peace and quiet that was usually in his silent sanctuary away from the loud and obnoxious place of the jesters. He was enjoying being alone but it was more than simply the fact that he would be alone but the fact that he could think clearly and not actually be insane. His hands gripped the handles of the chair as he crossed his legs swinging it back and forth, but what surprised him more was that he had not seen any other Jester around causing their usual brand of mischief and chaos. The cracking of broken machinery continued, the super computer in the back beeped with the signal to reboot on, he would reactivate it later and use it for some personal gain but he knew that no hellion secrets would be on its hard drive .

The shadow that appeared in the door way peaked his interest, but when he lifted his bronzed face with his deep red crimson eye that seemed to red mist swirling in the irises, look upon the face of the Laughing Demon. A jester what was it with fate did she always try to play this cruel joke on him. As the man walked over to him he returned his mask to his face and began to act jiittery. "ah, YOU! ahahahahahh! you ask me to leave, How you doing Laughy boy." Jumping up he took his crazed look to his eye, " I see you havent changed one bit, What brings you to my Lovely abode." Holding an electrical wire up he held it to the man face, wanna lick, Oh well they tast bad anyway." Spinning around he sat back in the chair, "Why do I need to leave, Laughy body why don't we just talk about our feeling, and take pictures. You know one with you, then me , then you and me. Then we can take a picture with chairy here." During his extravagant charade, he eyed his fellow jester with a simple thought, the fact that he was even acting like that. He already under the blood lust. Good, very good.

The man that Akuma had approached recognised him, mainly because of Akuma's lack of mask, and so addressed Akuma as "Laughy Boy" which was just insulting. The fact that the man knew of Akuma's name meant that he knew the Demon's reputation as well and yet, since he still stayed in the station, Akuma would have to make him leave. He listened to the Jester's mad ramblings but the started to ignore him because the man went on about things like noting Akuma hadn't changed when the Demon had never met this Jester before. Al so, the Jester asked Akuma if he wanted to lick an electrical wire which, even for Jester's, was crazy. It was when the boy asked to take pictures that Akuma glared at him at stopped.

"I have asked you nicely to leave so now I'll tell you: Leave here now or there is going to be trouble. If you know my name you know my reputation. I am evil and I am a murdering psychopath. So now you will leave, or else"

The sneer that crossed Lucian face was the first sincere one that he had in a long time, a true killer, a murdering psychopath, I am the child of the war god, who has fathered psychos. I am not afraid of him. On the outside, Lucian began to pout, " Aw come on laughy- boy live a little, I mean really come on I aint that bad, a few dead people here and there but no bad. They at least went out with a smile." Getting up he swung around the chair and jumped in the air. Swinging he placed his arm around the shoulder of Akuma, "We can take this show on the road and we could party and slit a few throats, I'm sure with a name like Laughing demon you be up for a few chuckles." Removing his arm he continue to dance in a jittery way.

"I mean come on my fellow jester, You didn't know I seen you at the Big cheeses House did you of course I have. So why would you attack, me I should have a big shirt on with the words jester on it. Unless!, am I randomly naked again. Because I don't feel the breeze like last time but hey Laughtsy, Come on laugh a little." His voice was filled with lunacy but he hoped that he didn't push this man too far, He didn't feel like fighting today especially with his hideout being the place for combat. The machines continue to spark and spurt as if they were trying to complete their job as the security of the hellions when in actuality they were junk machines left behind to fend for themselves.

(Sorry for the wait)

The strange, masked, boy was starting to get on Akuma's nerves. He kept calling him Laughy Boy which was insulting and he just refused to leave. He was an irritation. A rash. He came when you didn't want him, and never left you alone. A rash was what this Jester was. Then the boy jumped and out his shoulder on Akuma's shoulder as a way of saying they were friends or that this man was completely drunk. Then he took his hand off Akuma's shoulder and said they should go out and slit a few throats. This made a demonic smile cross Akuma's lips because, if this man was too busy killing others, he wouldn't expect Akuma to kill him.

Then the man spoke about seeing Akuma at, as he called it, "The Big Cheeses", which Akuma interpreted as the Leader of the Jesters. It was true that Akuma had met with him to discuss a plan. Since Akuma didn't have a Jester mask, he could easily slip into the BMF's territory without being spotted. This was Akuma's job and, until Akuma was strong enough to kill the leader, this was the way to stay in his good books. Then Akuma focused once more on the man in front of him who hadn't seemed to move away and so Akuma spoke for the last time, "I asked you to leave and you remained. It seems the time for asking is over. If you choose to remain then I will have no choice but to kill you. So make your choice wisely. It may be your last"

Perfect, was the one word that crossed his mind as he , stopped the jitters and the dancing and looked at his fellow comrade with a cold stare brought upon by years of hatred. "Oh you have no sense of humor, none at all. But then again with a nickname like yours I wonder. Why not laugh more, or better yet tell me how does a demon let a monster into his mind. Or is that they are merely the same thing only a mere flip of coin." He started to step back, his eyes on the man in front of him, "This place is my playground my sanctuary my place of rest and lunacy. Here things are what I want, you have no right to come and claim what is mine." Placing his hand on the computer, the blue lines of energy flared to life but of a different color, a deep dark crimson that pulsed with a malice energy.

The room got darker and the air was silent except for the crackle of electricity that sparked and shook, Slinky in the shadows he went to the top platform and crouch on the top beam in a feral beast like position. "This is my Domain, there lies my throne and no laughing demon is gonna take that from me, got it laughy boy. AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" Grabbing a swinging electrical wire, he swung from the wire and landed in front of his so called comrade. Taking purposeful strides, he looked the man in the eyes, "Got it, now that is over you can leave or will there be one jester short coming to the party later on tonight." His eyes glowed slightly behind his mask.

The boy before Akuma had said that Akuma had no sense of humour. This was in no way true. The fact of the matter was that this boy, this insane child, was not funny to Akuma. Akuma did laugh, but only when he killed or was fighting. That is where the demon part of his nickname came from. He laughed when he killed. He didn't just laugh because something was funny, it was only if someone was dying or, in most cases, if Akuma was killing that he laughed. This little boy knew nothing about Akuma. The boy asked Akuma wasn't laughing. It was because the boy wasn't funny.

The boy said that the place was his sanctuary which made Akuma, despite what he had just thought, laugh. An insane man could not find solace or sanctuary in any material place. No one understood a lunatic apart from the lunatic himself which made Akuma think. If this boy wanted this place and wanted to stay here that had to mean that the boy wasn't really insane. The boy was acting it. He was pretending to be insane but, Akuma had to ask, to what end? Why did the boy act insane and dim witted? He would have to ask him that after the boy learned his place.

The boy resumed his madness when he said that this was his domain and nobody was going to take his throne from him. Now knowing what the boy was, Akuma glared at him and said, "I know the truth now. You can stop this insane charade." The the boy swung close to Akuma and said that, if Akuma didn't leave, there would be trouble. The boy mentioned a death that would occur which is when Akuma smiled in a psychopathic way, "If we fight then a death shall occur. But I can assure you, it won't be my own death." Akuma was not going to make the first move in case the boy came to his senses but, if the boy did not, then Akuma would use his own Chi energy to fight back.

It was with great pain staking care that he looked into the eyes of the man before him, this man was merely trying to scare him with his threats. He knew from the mans rep with the gang that he was no simple guy like the rest of them. This guy was bound to do something big and he would need an ally for the coming day of usurpation where he would be crowned the king of the jesters and become the rightful ruler of the ultimate gang. Yet he could tell that this guy was strong and maybe it be cool for him to stay.

"A show is what I always put on laughy boy, though I figure how such a guy like you came up with such a ridiculous notion. Oh what the hell, I find it funny anyway AHAHAHAHHAHAHHA!" Lucian began to crack up laughy with malice deeply running through it. Taking a stance with his left leg back and his right leg forward, he put his right hand up and looked at the laughing demon with a wild look in his eyes. He was about five meters from him and his gun could shoot that far easily. Whipping out his gun faster than jesse james himself, he fire off six quick shots to the general mid upper torso and neck area. Throwing himself into a backflip to land and crouch behind the chair which now Lucian was at the distance of eight meters away from the Laughing demon. He reloaded his clip and spied the waiting ladder that was two meters away he could easily make that distance but he have to wait for the next move.

The man had kept talking to Akuma but, after the time they had spent together, the Demon wasn't really paying the boy any attention. The man had laughed and spoken but the words did not reach Akuma's ears. The only time Akuma had acknowledged the boy was when the boy had shot him six times, aiming for the neck and chest area. Akuma had anticipated the attack from the very beginning. He assumed that the boy would use a ranged attack and so, as soon as the boy had flicked his hand for movement, Akuma was ready and jumped to the side. As he landed from his jump, the Demon ran at the boy with the intent to kill. He wouldn't feel bad about it since the boy had attacked first. As Akuma reached the child, he punched him on his left cheek. His punch didn't have any power up, he was saving that for when it was needed. No, it was just a basic punch that was still going to hurt.