The Life and Times [Training - Open]

The old broken down warehouse at the edge of the city. Jesteria had been doing some business with a certain mob boss ever since she took part in ending Pacino. However, there was a lesson to be learned here. She didn't kill Pacino because she needed money, or wanted respect. No, she did because she simply wanted too. There were different classes and criminals, and those who caused chaos without motive were one of the most horrible. That's where she came in. Sitting on a wooden box in the warehouse, the female jester would spin her gun on her finger while her goons splashed gasoline over the floor. On this floor were multiple men tied up and gagged with rags. These men were mobsters. More specifically the mobsters that were hiring her to knock off the competition for New York's criminal underground. Now there was the boss, known as The "God Hand" of Crime, tied and gagged besides his most loyal. The pale faced woman, known as Jesteria, gave a spine tingling laugh that echoed through the warehouse. "Make sure you splash them good! Make this like a pool party! Everyone loves pool parties right! HAHAHAHAAH! Who said pools had to be filled with water?! Gasoline works too! It works toooo! HAHAHAHAHAH!" As the woman laughed manically, her face painted goons would continue to splash gasoline on the bound thugs before turning back towards the boss. "Done, Boss!" The clown goon saluted his mistress, and Jesteria would press herself off the box with a smile. "Heheh..Bravo Bravo!" The jester dressed woman would skip over to the thug leader and kick him over onto his back. The man would spit out the gasoline soaked rag and begin to cough like a madman. HACK! "You crazy-" COUGH! "BITCH, I'll KILL YOU!" COUGH! The man turned and kicked in desperation, and Jesteria would kneel down and place a hand on his head. "Shh Shh, Oh no no no don't cry! I'm just doing something you couldn't. Giving these people a show! You said you wanted the competition knocked off right? I did my job!..Now I'm finishing it by burning you! HAHAHAH!" The Clown would reach into her belt and remove a box of matches. Opening up the small box, she'd holster her gun and remove a single match. "Shhh, be vewy vewy quiet. I've never been good at igniting this on the first try!" The clown licked her lips, and gave a serious expression as she tried to light the match. Well, it was serious to her, but comical to anyone watching. Slowly she struck it over and over, and the "God Hand" attempted to blow it out each time until finally..it was lit! Jumping in joy, the jester would point towards the match with a wide grin. "Look guys, look! I did it!" Her goons clapped and cheered her on, almost asking for an encore. She took a solemn bow, while tossing the match behind her. It hit the gasoline and expanded into a blaze, coating the bodies in flames and causing the warehouse to be filled with screams. Jesteria danced around the flames as her goons continued to clap and cheer. "Lalalalal!" The flames danced with her, as the lives escaped those burning in the blaze. She hopped onto a wooden box and placed a hand on her hips. "That's what I call a hot tamale! Get it? HOT? FIRE? HAHAHAH!" The woman laughed and her goons joined in. What a happy family.

Vader walked down the street, it was a long boring day and he wanted some chaos. So naturally he was waiting for someone to come mess with him, he dared anyone who wanted to try. The invasion would no long happen, he act on some other poor planet. He walked down the street his breathing was a loud in the night sky, he was somewhere near the edge of the city from what he could tell. Most of his helmets functions were damaged during the crash landing so he couldn't pull up a map of the city, he would have to get it repaired at a later date when he wasn't busy, conquering, killing, and generally destroying anything that got in his path of chaos. First he would find someone to cut down, then he would light the nearest building he could find on fire just to watch the flames dance around and burn everything in this god forsaken city. As for the entire city?.. That would come later. It wasn't until finally he came across some guys relaxing on the side of the street. Vader quickened his pace towards them, by the time they noticed him he was already within 10 meters, the black sky of the night kept him hidden. "Hey buddy, think you can walk over my turf? Think again you see this is My territory and--" he was cut off when he was sent flying backwards towards and slammed against another wall, Vader repulsed him before he could even finish speaking, probably because he was annoying. He unsheathed his saber and ignited it, keeping his elbows at his sides and his saber extended outwards up in a defensive posture to control his control box on his chest. Vader slashed and killed another one, the other two pulled out a knife and a bat, Vader slashed down towards his head but the goon blocked it with his bat, so Vader punched him directly in the nose, his prosthetic arms smashing against him knocking him out quickly, he quickly turned to the next guy who was slashing like crasy at him. Vader simply deflected every blow from the off balance and terrible swordsman of an idiot "Control my center line... destroy my focus... your using the same two standered attack" Vader called out, belitting him more and more. And when the time came, he disarmed the man in one sweep and slashed him from shoulder to hip killing him instantly. He walked over to the man who was talking to him about 'his turf' and looked down to him, using his telekinetic powers he lifted him into the sky and threw him against the wall to his right, but he wasn;t done, he threw him into the wall on his left, then shot him forwards finally killing him once and for all. Vader stood from afar, saber belted to his side, mechanical breathing clear in the sky with the only sound drowning it out be the screams and the roaring fire put together, he wondered what that could be, maybe more fools to the slaughter. He walked over to the to see a roaring fire and a warehouse. Whoever did this, he liked their style. He walked forwards and close to the warehouse. Now he defiantly wasn't stupid enough to walk inside with the damn thing on fire, but maybe the person who did it will reveal him or herself so he can congratulate them. The pure chaos was slightly pleasing to watch.

Jesteria twirled around like a madwoman, but would suddenly stop in her tracks. Looking towards the entrance of the warehouse, her goons would raise their brows. "Shhh, we have a lovely guest! Can't you hear them out there? Sneak around back." The clown queen of crime spoke silently, as she made her way towards the front entrance with her gun drawn. The goons, following directions, would exit out the back of the warehouse and being to make their way around the building in an attempt of surrounding the mysterious figure. Jesteria would walk out front with her gun pointed towards the figure in black. "Well, isn't this a surprise. Didn't Halloween just end? I'm sorry little boy, I'm all out of candy! HAHAHAHA!" The woman would suddenly stop laughing, keeping her eyes on the weird dressed man the entire time. "Humm, actually, I have a proposition for you. You look young, spry, and fit. How would you like to be a celebrity my good fellow?!" The woman spun her gun on her finger and holstered it in the belt along her waist. "You get a 401k, dental..and the most important part..You get to fight for your life!"

"I suppose congratulations are in order for this.. mess" he said to the girl who exited the warehouse.. she was kinda small but looked like she would pose a threat. Before he could say anything else he heard her insult him, them say something about a game? To be a celebrity? What the hell was a 401k and a dental?.. Whatever the thing that sold him was to fight against others.. he was in. "Fighting for my life seems worthwhile.. I accept" He said, he moved to the side to allow her to walk past him first, as a form of.. gentlemen like way? Ladies first? Yes of course.

The woman pointed her gun towards the man in black. "Compliments for being polite, but you first. I don't trust boogey men dressed in such odd fashions." Says the woman dressed like a clown. The beating of helicopter blades could be heard above, as a SHIELD registered copter came down for a landing. The woman, keeping the gun pointed at the man, gave a smile. "Get in. We're going for a ride. Don't worry, we get out complimentary peanuts for the air ride to the gaming grounds." If the man was to follow directions, the two would board the helicopter and return back to the SHIELD prison where the Jester games was to commence. Oh how fun, right? It wasn't every day a young psychotic maniac got to host a game show and put person vs person for the time of their lives, now was it?

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