Carnival Fun (Mission)

In a rundown circus somewhere outside of Muskoka, a group of deranged and psychopathic carnival folk live. They abduct civilians for any number of reasons, ranging from food to horrible human experimentation. A tall man with nearly no body fat, an extremely obese woman, a pair of conjoined twins (two of them, full grown women and babies), the mother of the aforementioned babies, a man with barely any facial features, and a woman with a pinhead all inhabit the fairgrounds, along with twenty dwarves dressed in fairy outfits. A strongman (B strength and endurance) also lives there, as does a psychotic clown known as "The Giggler" who works as their leader inside the bigtop. Also, Charlie Sheen. No one really knows why he's there. He just wandered up one day and sort of integrated in with the rest of them. Nothing's been done about it, so they just sort of let him stand around and smoke crack.

After making a pit stop to pick up a few things at the store, mainly waiting outside a store to drain someone and steal their smart phone, stealing their memories of how to use it, Kilquan made his way around in the skies of Canada as he listened to an eerie classical blend of music from Youtube. ((https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iCEDfZgDPS8&list=PL5EB555A9E429BB6E))

He made his way onwards across the snow pelted fields remembering a flash of memory he had from the person he had just drained. He altered his course slightly to the west and proceeded to see what this carnival was about! Old fun times and old memories were going to be made into fresh ones. That article the last victim had read was obviously useful in the end.

After an hour or two of flying he ended up coming upon an old shack where he rested just ten minutes outside of the Carnival. He locked himself in a closet until morning hit and then burst out, startling only the rats.

He took off, now on foot, remaining silent as a stark winter's night trudging through the snow with ease. As he approached the large gate which was rusted and dilapidated, he reached into his coat pocket and turned his music on full blast. It should be made clear that this head was an old clown's mouth seemingly, as if you were making your way into the belly of the beast. As he crossed the threshhold through a broken turnstall he looked up to see a mass of smaller display tents, carnival booths and the bigtop which was rundown and grayed by now. He could hear the merry go round go round and round with an eerie broken speaker system and the vinyl off track.

"Ah Home!" He exclaimed as he pulled a bottle of whiskey from his coat and took a swig before spitting it out as he swiftly produced a lighter and lit the entrance ablaze. He wasn't showing any bit of stealth at all. "Oh honey, here's Quanny!" he proclaimed with no reguard as he stuffed the remaining half bottle of whiskey in his coat and merely waited, top hat down to shade his face as well as his umbrella just under his right hand acting as a third leg he could stand with.

As a new victim approached, the deformed fairy folk hid within the shadows of the various attractions at the one-time carnival. Apparently, he was under the impression this place was abandoned and he could do as he liked with their home. Silently moving the message through their ranks, the notice of an umbrella man spitting fire made it to their leader within the bigtop. Stroking his pale, elongated chin, yellowed teeth showed through in a smile over blood red lips. "Now now. You all know we welcome whoever comes through the gates. Everyone's allowed to play in our carnival."

Grabbing a microphone, he turned it on, letting out a loud screech through the various speakers all around the park. "Good evening, newcomers! Welcome to our carnival! There's plenty to do around here, so take your time and enjoy everything to your heart's content. Personally, I'd recommend a slow and painful death, followed by a rousing feast with the park employees. You won't be able to enjoy the last part, sadly, but you're sure to be the star, ha!" All the while, the small people moved through the fairground to get a better vantage point of the person. It was easy to tell he wasn't just some random bystander, so they wouldn't make any mistakes when dealing with a potentially dangerous new target.

From the Tunnel of Love emerged the conjoined sisters, holding hands and swinging arms as their two feet moved them towards the intruder. In their other two arms were sharpened pipes of the same length. They hummed a song together, neither entirely sure of what it was supposed to be, but perfectly in sync with each other.

As the flames burned his silhouette into the ground Kilquan was elated with the announcement over the loud speakers. He became giddy and ripped off his mask to reveal his gruesome, wrinkled, carnivorous self in full starving glory. He looked over to a tent that was connected to a loud speaker by wire and with a few jumps and a spin he was balancing on the wire and he activated his umbrella chopper to full spin. He caught sight of things moving towards him but for the moment ignored them.

He took hold of the speaker and spoke into it eerily, "Play time is fun...." Afterwards he took hold of the upper portion of his umbrella's hilt and drew his sword. "Let's dance, shall we? I like the Death Waltz in D Minor."

He began to balance his way easily across the cord and was ready for anything as he made his way towards movement. He was hungry and more than ready to spill some blood. This carnival was about to be full of ghouls and madness would ensue on the country side. Just the thought almost brought a tear to Kilquan's eye... almost.

Two of the dwarves watched the man on the wire, unamused at the weak attempt to copy their kin. One of them was a knife thrower, making it easy to send a sharpened piece of metal with decent weight and shape cleanly through the wire with a single toss. Four of the others along with the first two and the twins made a quick dash towards the ground where the man would have to land. All of them now carried pipes, rocks, and other bits of sharp and/or hard material to strike and cut with.

Meanwhile, in the tent, the strongman had heard the news, grabbing a large hammer on his way to their leader. This person would be of no concern, but he was always protective of the man who raised them up from being just another group of abused carnival folk. Every time a new arrival came to their doors, he would always be there to protect this man.

In a shack, the babies were being changed, the mother mechanically going through the motions. It had been six years since the Giggler had arrived - nothing had changed after that date. Her children had not grown even a day. Was this his fault? Was it hers? Was it just some freak accident to make her already deformed children even more unfortunate? Regardless, she had long ago lost any will to live.

Across the way from where the majority of the action was happening, Charlie Sheen smoked a rock of crack. All he said was, "Winning!"

Oh joy for the chance to have some fun with old skills. Kilquan delicately slipped his foot under the wire and wrapped the cord around his ankle before the blade struck the cord and sent him full swing down. He shielded himself with the spinning blades of his umbrella as he swung forward towards the ground then up.

The bonus speed boost of his carefully aimed umbrella chopter propelled him further up and as he swung 270 degrees he sliced the cord with ease and grace before he placed his sword in his mouth and began to rain needles down upon the carnies from above. He was truly an airborne hellish, cross gender Mary Poppins at this point. The needles soared through with both gravity and the strength of his thrust carrying those despicable silver slivers down in a hellish torrent of wave after wave of needles.

Obviously he was unable to talk with his mouth full, but his lips moved and he made his best attempt at speaking. "MHRNNMNMMMMNNHMGHM!"

(OOC) No mention of how many are thrown, so I'm playing it as Deathstroke Multi-Ground Takedown.

This was irritating and painful for the carnival folk. During the vampire's showy attempts to stay airborne, five of the dwarves chucked rocks and metal bits at him from below. Even when the needles began falling, his exceptionally telegraphed attack gave them all warning to guard their heads with their arms. Though one of them was rather unlucky with a point entering through his right eye and into the brain, the others suffered superficial punctures along the arms and upper body at best. Their small size helped them to avoid the brunt of the attack, pulling the spent metal from their bodies to use against the man.

The sisters had moved on during the acrobatic bit, looking for a way to strike him at a later time. Missing the needle attack completely, they went to tell the others to prepare for battle. Meeting with the fat woman who'd been lumbering forth to investigate the announcement, the girls pointed in the direction of the umbrella man in the air. Grabbing a chair, the obese lady tossed it with all her might into the sky. The moldy, broken piece of furniture rocketed forth, though this was simply a figure of speech, as it accelerated slightly, at best, and would not make it to the target.

Not one to give up hope, however, the woman continued to advance, tossing a rock and a plank of wood into the sky at the man again. These objects were much lighter and had a better chance of hitting. Meanwhile, the twins carried on their recruitment.