Jack’s Speakeasy…Akira’s Luck has Run Out?
WAAAAAAAAAZZZZZZZ UPPPPPPPPPPPPP MY FREAKY DARLINGS!!!! Here is yet another unshared story. Again this is from my days on roleplayer.com. My Soul Eater group had a story arc going where the world of Soul Eater was fragmented by the arrival of a new Kishin. This allowed all different manner of creatures to creep in from the multi-verse. With all of the confusion going on, no one seemed to notice the real threat, a hidden Kishin by the name of Jack Crowley. You might see Jack Later in other stories. He was just too good of a character to waste on a now dead roleplay. Anyway, before the group fell apart this was his grand reveal. We had a god-moding little bitch that needed dealt with…he did it! Enjoy!
Editor Note: This is from the Soul Eater roleplay, but you really don’t need to know much about Soul Eater for this one. If you did you would love it more, but as a stand alone it may be ok…
photo edit by Matt Garner
It was a dark humid night…the air was still thick with the demon rider in the area. Akira had barely escaped…had it not been for how beaten he was, he wouldn’t be able to mask his own wavelength. The only reason he could in the first place was because it was so broken and weak from battle. What nature of beast was that thing? That fire…it wasn’t normal….My soul feels like it was nearly ripped to pieces. Plus that stare…why did his stare burn like that….Akira was ready to pass out. That Rider had chased him all around the planet…London, Paris, Tokyo, Romania, the Sahara Desert, Siberian Wastelands, America, and back. Never once giving him more than a couple minuets to rest. He needed a place to go. Somewhere safe where he could recoup. That’s when he remembered…Jack.
During one of his minuet long breaks Jack had found him. He offered to help, but Akira ignored it. In retrospect this might not have been wise. The Kishin felt in his pocket, and there they were. Jack had given him two cards an Ace of Spades and a Jack of Spades. All he needed to do is remember how he said to use them…”If you ever decide to accept some help…if you ever need an out….Just Remember to stack these cards on a wall and recite these words…’Remember, Remember, this Teeny Tiny Fact, Whenever you want someone to have your back, Knock three times and whisper Black Jack…'” Remembering this…the Kishin took the cards and placed them on the wall. After speaking the incantation and knocking three times, the cards glowed. They turned a brilliant green and melted into the wall. The wall shook violently. Brick seemed to shake away like dust to reveal an old door. Over the door hung a sign that said “The Laughing Clown.”
A small peep-hole slid open. As it did a pair of eyes shined through. “Password..?” said a gruff, deep voice. Akira looked side to side, and then spoke, “Black Jack…” He heard the door’s many latches undo, and then the old door creak open. As the door opened the smell of cigars and booze lingered heavy. An old Jazz tune played, and he could here many people inside talking and…partying? What type of aid could a party possibly be? It was then he heard the Ghost Riders motorcycle rev up and heard him yell…He was close. Deciding he had much better chances with a fellow Kishin than he did with that…thing. Akira made his way through the open door. The towering door man closed it behind him. The door man looked like a huge muscular ape in a suit. What kind of place was this?
Akira scanned the room looking for Jack and saw all sorts of interesting characters. There were lots of people in clown masks, but amongst them were all sorts of villains from all walks of life it seemed. Around the room he saw what looked to be a talking burlap sack, a being that looked more snake than human, there was even a large group of weirdos at the back. This was were Jack sat. The table consisted of a demented looking clown, a skinny sickly looking man with a camera, an old mortician in a top hat, an older lady in Victorian dress, a chainsaw wielding maniac, a younger woman with black hair in a bloody night-gown, and a light-haired younger woman in a sparkling gold dress. The beaten Kishin walked over to the table where Jack was sitting. Upon approach Jack noticed his presence waving him over and sending the other characters away. “Akira old Boy! You look positively BAKED! Tell Old Jack what happened!”
The Kishin gave the purple suited man a sharp look. Jack sat smiling from ear to ear. “Well, as you know I was running away from that Rider. We clashed a couple of times after I talked to you. That fire he was using wasn’t normal fire. It seemed to burn me down to the soul and was near impossible to recover from. Then he finally got a good hold of me and locked me in a gaze. IT FELT LIKE MY SOUL WAS TEARING APART! I released a massive amount of energy and managed to shake him off.” His panicked expression turned to a sullen look as he looked at the table. “My Soul is fragmented…I can’t muster any of my powers. Some of the souls I had within my own feel like they were burned up…”
Jack kicked his legs up on the table and started shuffling a deck of cards. “Well, if you would have accepted my help…You would have known I knew the Ghost Rider. He’s from the Marvel Universe. A Half Demon really, he walks between the world of humans and the world of the supernatural. His life long mission in life is to destroy evil and hunt down devils. Him and I have had our brushes and I narrowly escaped every time. You have to out smart the Rider if you hope to win.” Jack stopped shuffling and laid one card in front over each of them face down, and then laid one each face up. Akira had a 4 of hearts and Jack had a Jack of Spades. “Hit or Stay?” The other Kishin nodded for him to hit. He got a six of clubs. “Hit or Stay?” Jack said. He decided to stay. “Your problem seems to be you think you have all the cards. When in truth…” as he said this he flipped Akira’s face down card, “when in fact you don’t have squat, just a big bluff! That bluff will only get you so far though…” While he spoke he flipped his face down over. It was an Ace of Spades, “When your opponent has you beat…he has you beat! What you need is a loaded deck! Yeah you need someone with the know how, and the power to help you stack the deck against your opponent…”
The black-haired kishin smiled at this, “So you ARE going to help me! I knew you were a worthy ally…”
“Now, hold your horses Junior…I never said that. You don’t get to ignore me and treat me like a pile of garbage and have me help you right off the bat…No, No, No! The time for that has passed. Besides, your wounds are from Hell Fire, and not very many people can repair that. Not to mention you got at least a quarter of a ‘Penance Stare.’ The Ghost Rider Burned you from the inside out…No…You don’t need my help right now…You need a lot of Luck…And I know just the Lady….Haa Haa Haaaaa!” laughed the purple suited Kishin. Jack held his hand up and motioned for the younger woman who was dressed in the gold dress. She came over swaying her hips the whole way.
“You called Jack, My Dear?” she said with a smile.
“This is Lady Luck…Lady Luck…this is the Kishin, Akira…He’s in great need of your assistance. It seems he needs a little….well Luck!” Jack grinned while his words slid past his lips. “Think you can help him out, Dear?”
Lady Luck stood looking at the beaten Kishin, “Jack…I would be more than happy to help him….but….He will have to play a game of chance first to see if he’s worth saving.” She grinned and continued, “The stakes will be high…If you win…I’ll turn your Luck around. You’ll heal and Jack here will give you some fire power…If you loose…it will cost you everything…So, what do you say…are you a gambling man Kishin?”
Akira thought about this for a moment. The Ghost Rider had damaged him pretty badly. His soul was starting to fall apart. All of his vast powers were gone…and he wanted revenge. Revenge on that flaming freak! Not only that though, but now more than ever he wanted to squash the DWMA!!! “Lady Luck your stakes are high…but…I’m willing to take the bet.”
Jack smiled and looked at them both, “Well then, since we now have an accord, let’s get this puppy started. I can’t imagine how you feel Akira…why this is got to be the first time you have been without your powers since you became one! Why I remember before I was a Kishin…Remember it like it was yesterday…My partner Harley and I were sent after some witch. She was of course up to no good…as most witches are…but during the battle…I was knocked out. When I came to Harley was dead…She had to have just died, because her soul still lingered on the air. So I did the only thing I could do…I devoured her soul, and killed that witch!!” Jack’s eyes grew distant as if he was remembering something very painful to him…”Anyway, on with the show!!”
“Let us begin!” said the woman. She took out a small silver tray with three card on it. Each was a different color. One Red, One Purple, and One Orange, “Pick a card…and determine your fate…”
Akira looked at the card curiously. He had to be careful! One wrong move, and he would lose it all. He would probably have to work for Jack for the rest of his life as a lackey. “I think I will choose this one,” as he said this he layed his finger on the purple one.
The mistress of luck smiled, “Well…it’s not my most interesting game…but it’s still s good one. This game is called…’The Jokers Wild.’ To play this game I will set out five cards. Three will be Ace’s and Two will be Joker’s. If you pick the Joker’s before the Ace’s…you loose.” She laid the cards down carefully in front of Akira. “Choose wisely…”
The Kishin toiled back and forth for a few moments he had to be careful. He chose the one in the middle…It was the Ace of Spades. The second card he chose would be the one all the way to the right…Whammy! He picked up a Joker card. Jack and Lady Luck smiled with delight! This was not good. He liked the odds better if he would have at least gotten another Ace. The time he went second card to the left…He was relieved to se it was the Ace of Hearts. All Akira would need is one more good card. He picked the far left one…His heart sank as he turned it over revealing another Joker card. The other two cackled in glee….
“You lose…” Lady Luck said.
“Well I knew the stakes…I suppose there is nothing to do. I’m guessing now I will be bound to this bar…or be a lackey of yours…” lazily said the fallen Kishin.
“Oh, I don’t think I will do that…” laughed Jack. “No…I have something special planned for you…”
Akira looked on emotionless, “Such a disgraceful fate for the God of Kishin…”
“There’s that word again. Friend, you do know all Kishin are at the level of being a God right? There is no God of Kishin, it just sounds like a bad joke. Ya’ know…Now that you got me thinking about our beginnings….you got me thinking about that day oh so many years ago. What was that witch doing?” Jack thought for a moment before exclaiming, “Ah HA!!! She was trying to revive a Kishin…what was his name…?” A grin grew across Jack’s face and his eyes grew wild, “His name was Vlad D’Yavol…also known as ‘AKIRA’!!!!”
Akira’s eyes grew wide and a look of horror spread over his face. “Wh-wha-What are you going to d-do?”
“Well, you’re not going to work here that’s for sure…No…I’m going to get the one thing I’ve thought about since that day 86 years ago…” after saying this Jack licked his lips. “It’s dinner time…”
This was the end of Vlad D’Yavol….
Fan-Fiction: “Stein Vs. K.C”
Hello Darlings! I was digging through some old writings when I discovered some old stories and articles I’ve never used for one reason or another. So over the next week or so, I’m going to intertwine them with the new stuff. Hope you enjoy. This story in particular I did for my Role Play group. It was a Soul Eater one and I played Stein. If you have never checked out Soul Eater you should. Very good anime and top notch manga. Simply put, if you are a fan of stuff I recommend or this site…high chance you’ll enjoy this show. I was inspired by a child murder that had happened around the time. Writers find inspiration from everywhere…sometimes even tragedy.
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It was a hot summer night when Professor Franken Stein and Death Scythe Spirit Albarn arrived at their mission. If the reports were true, they would be fighting a Kishin seed well on its way to the real thing. It had been a long flight and Spirit had been on edge the whole time. Their target was one Kirsten Castles. Kirsten was the subject of recent legal debate. You see, she was accused of murdering her daughter a few years earlier. After a lengthy battle in court, she was acquitted of all charges. This didn’t sit well with most…especially not Lord Death. Lord Death had briefed them that the jail she was held in had quite a few “Unexplained Deaths.” Inmates found dead, with no real explainable cause. It was almost as if the soul had been sucked straight from their bodies. At any rate, the Death God had a theory and if it was correct, she was well on her way to being a full-blown Kishin. Taking this into account he sent his best Meister and his trusted Death Scythe to take care of it. The two talked back and forth before they snuck into the empty house to wait for their mark.
“I don’t understand why Lord Death wants us to confirm before we attack. I say we get that rotten baby killer right at the door!” raged an angry Spirit. The whole thing didn’t sit very well with him. He was convinced that she was guilty, and the theory of her being a Kishin Egg just seemed to fit.
“Spirit, we don’t actually know if she is a Kishin Egg…Guilty of murder or not, our only charge is to take care of her is she has started walking the path of a Kishin. We aren’t here to determine the type of guilt you are going after. Even if she did do it, if she’s not a Kishin Egg we have no jurisdiction over her.” said Stein in his usual calm tone. He didn’t mean to sound cold, but it was the truth. They weren’t vigilante’s and they weren’t there to write a wrong of the court.
The Death Scythe pushes back his red hair, “I just don’t understand how you can be so cold about this Stein! Maybe if you had kids, you would understand…”
“That has nothing to do with it Spirit. You need to calm down and clear your head…” Stein interrupted, “She will be here soon and I can’t have you all over the place. You need to get your head in the game and stop thinking with your bleeding heart.” With that, the two crept into the house and waited for their possible “Kishin Egg” to come home.
When Kirsten would arrive she would open the door to a dark house. She fumbled for a light switch when all of a sudden, moon light from the door would catch the Professor’s glasses making them glow eerily in the dark. As she jumped back in fear, the scientist clicked on a nearby lamp to reveal himself fully sitting in a chair and Spirit standing next to him. “Hello…Miss Castles..” he said in a plain tone.
The woman looking shocked asked in a shaky voice, “What are you doing in my house!? I wish you people would leave me alone! Don’t you know the court’s found me innocent. You people need to wake up and realize that!” She was obviously scared. It’s terrifying enough finding two people in your house, but when one of them is a man with stitched up clothes and body with a screw sticking out of his head…well I don’t have to explain that to you.
“Were not here about the court’s verdict, no…We are from the DWMA. You see, our Lord Death suspects you of being a Kishin Egg…a person that eats the souls of the innocent to try to gain more power to become a Kishin.” he replied. “You see there were a lot of strange deaths at the prison you were held at. Even stranger was the fact, upon investigation, all of the inmates were in your cell block. Of all the people ran through your block, you were the only one to stay there during the entire period of your incarceration. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that would you?”
The woman looked surprised at the mad scientist. She looked around the room, almost as if the answer would jump out from behind a book-case. Looking the mad scientist dead in the eye she yelled, “I don’t know what you are talking about! Now if you don’t get out of my damn house…I’M CALLING THE COPS!!”
Stein put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. Taking in a long drag, he let out a the smoke forming a skull in the air, “You see at first I was inclined to believe that. I mean, if you already didn’t have a considerable amount of power in the first place, why would you want to be a Kishin. More importantly, if you weren’t a witch, a meister, or a weapon…what would make you want power like that in the first place?” The scientist turned the screw in his head a couple of times before continuing, “Then it occurred to me. What if you did want to get rid of your daughter, but didn’t know a way to do it WITHOUT leaving evidence that normal police could follow. What if a someone told you how to suck the soul right out of that little girl? A young child’s soul is exceptionally strong…so consuming one would be enough to give you a bona fide jump to becoming a Kishin. Might even give you some powers to make the next kills easier. Being in a jail with all of those souls…nobody cares to look into a prisoner’s death. It’s like a Kishin buffet in there! But who would give you that sort of information…why?”
By this time the woman looked at the scientist with cold eyes. She was either irritated or knew where he was going with this. “Your story is as crazy as you are…But go on and finish…I’ll be calling the cops…” She stood glaring at the Professor.
“Oh. I don’t think you will be doing that no. Getting back to my story, Why would someone turn a regular person to the idea of being a Kishin? Simple really…you were easy to manipulate. It gave you the out you were looking for, and then as the Madness grew within you…how could you resist? The power made you feel good. It made you strong…” A smirk came over Stein’s face, “But in truth you’re not strong at all…No…infact you are a pathetic waste of matter that turned their back on not just humanity…but their own child….your the lowest of the low.” As he said this the room grew tense. It almost seemed to fill with energy and a Madness grew over the air.
Kirsten stood there with a wide grin growing on her face, “You know, they said you would come. Who would have thought that the Reaper would send his best after me. I have to admit, they were really hoping it would have been that Kid of his or the loud mouthed brat assassin.” Saying this, the lights began to flicker and the womans body began to shift and morph. “But if it means getting a shot at the best he has to offer, I’ll add your souls to my own…I’ve always wondered what a meister or a death scythe tastes like!”
As she began to grow and take a disgusting new form, Spirit looked to Stein, “Do you have your evidence yet? What are you waiting for Stein!?”
By the time Spirit finished his sentence, the woman had changed into a mangled form. Standing at approximately, 8′ 5″, her once small fingers turned to long gangly things with black razor claws for nails. Her once brown hair now ratty and thin looking that of an old Halloween witch. The once white skin now replaced with a gross pale grey…almost appearing like dead flesh. The beasts head looked huge. It’s jaw open wide with a slew of barbed tentacles hanging out of it. On tube in the middle looked as if it could be a mouth as it had teeth. Stein replied, “Spirit…take your weapon form…this is about to get interesting.”
As the Professor said this, the monster roared. Spirit turned into a scythe and with a quick spin the two were ready for battle. Kirsten lunged forward trying to slash with her claws. Stein quickly pulled the scythe around in front to catch the blow, the force knocking him through a wall into the kitchen.
“Watch it Stein! I’m not a shield you know!?” Spirit yelled. “By the way, I have sneaking suspicion she secretes a neurotoxin, so be careful!”
Stein replied, “I guessed as much. I have a sneaking suspicion she is a Hydra-Kishin Seed.” As Stein got up the beast slashed with its right, causing him to duck down. Thrusting it’s tentacles forward, the meister slashed at them severing a few. “I do believe we need out of this house though. There really is no room to fight in here…” With that the angry Kirsten charged. Stein side-stepped putting the bottom of the scythe against the back of her head. This combined with its own momentum took her through the wall and out into the yard.
“Aggh! Stupid Meister!! Your tearing apart my house! I’m going to enjoy eating your soul!!!” The Kishin Egg was now in a blood rage…Stein’s plan was working perfectly. It was time for the good Professor and Death Scythe to take the offensive. Stein dashed across the yard swinging down hard severing her right arm. Another strike would go right across the abdomen ending with a gash to the throat. Kirsten recoiled in pain. “Stupid Fool! It’s going to take a lot more than that to kill me!!” In just a few seconds her wounds healed up. Stein got the info he was looking for.
“Stein we need to end this!” Spirit yelled to Stein.
“You don’t think I know that?” replied the meister. “We need to be careful with this.”
Kirsten called out to Spirit, “Hey, hot head! You should listen to the Mad Scientist! Your not going to make me an easy kill!”
The Death Scythe called back, “Shut up you child killing skank! How could you kill your own child!? You’re the worst type of monster!!!”
The monster smiled a gruesome grin, “Oh…I’ve heard of you…You have a soft spot for kids…and a real hot head.” Kirsten chuckled, “You know her soul was really kind of sweet…almost like candy. Really. I haven’t tasted one quite like it and I don’t think I ever will…Maybe I should consider changing my diet to more children.”
This threw Spirit into a rage. Letting out a loud battle cry, he turned into his human form rushing across the field. Right before reaching her, he let loose his blades on his back and arms. Spirit swung wildly at her. “I’LL KILL YOU!!! YOU BITCH!!!” Spirit was in a full-blown rage.
“No Spirit, you’re falling for her games!” Stein called after. “Damn hot head, you’re gonna get us killed!!”
Spirit rolled around her causing her to turn her back. Slashing wildly he made various cuts across her abdomen. unfortunately, Spirit wasn’t paying very much attention to his movements and had cornered himself. “Your mine now little hot head!! Yaaaaa!!!” Kirsten thought she had him…but was terribly wrong!
“Do it now Stein!!!” Spirit screamed. Stein came charging in from the back planting his palm deep into her back.
“SOUL FORCE!!!” the scientist would call out as he hit her with his soul wave-length. This sent her flying toward Spirit. He used her knee a spring-board and forced his way up dealing an uppercut and flipping over head.
“That’s for your daughter you slime!!!” Spirit called before turning into a Death Scythe and landing in Stein’s hands.
“Thanks for the distraction. I really thought you lost it there for a second…” Professor Stein responded.
“I’ll be honest I kind of did…then when I snapped to it I saw a openning. Thank God you pick up on things quick!” Spirit was as ready as ever…
“Hey I told you!!! It’s not going to be that easy! Quit talking like this fight’s over!” the beast raged.
“Well, considering your not going to able to move, I think you have no choice but take this next hit…” the Professor said in a calm tone. “Suture..”
With this command, Steins wave-length formed suture’s bind Kirsten’s feet to the floor. “Aghh!! How did you? WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!?”
“If you would have done some more research, you would have found what a bad idea it is to be hit by my surgical wave-length. My sutures will hold you right in the spot. Even if you could break free, it would be too late for what will happen next.” Stein explained. He took Spirit and spun him around holding him in the air behind his back. “Being in sense you regenerate so fast, it’s I can’t afford to drag this fight out to long. Unfortunately you regenerate faster than I can deal any significant damage…taking all of this into account…Spirit I think we have to use THAT attack….are you ready?”
“You know it! Let’s take that evil Bitch’s soul!” replied Spirit.
Alright then…LET’S GO SOUL RESONANCE!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHH!!” both yelled in unison. “SURGICAL STORM!!!”
With this command, Spirit’s blade grew double in size. Around it sprouted up several other smaller scythes of various lengths. They glowed with the combined power of the two. Stein rushed forward, bringing the blades down at a diagonal coming across her chest. Using the momentum, he reversed the force bringing the blades up from bottom to top. The final slash would be a high-speed run through the middle. As he landed behind her, the attack would release and Spirit would take his human form again. Blood would spray our following the direction of the slashes. Kirsten howled in pain.
“That’s not going to be enough! I’ll regenerate, and then you both di—-Huh!?” she stopped dead in her words.
“Actually, I was counting on that regenerating ability…” Stein said this with a smile on his face. “Surgical Storm is designed for monsters such as yourself. You see it turns your own ability against you. The faster you regenerate, the faster you course my soul wave-length through your body. Only this one isn’t ‘suture.’ No, this is a wave-length designed to cut. More specifically, it cuts at a Microscopic level…It’s cutting you slightly now…enough to paralyze you in pain. On my command, the attack will activate…slicing you faster than you can recover. It will tear you to shreds…You gave a good fight…but I’m afraid it’s time to end this…’Dissect!'”
With that command Kirsten’s body started to tear apart from the inside out. Organs, blood veins, muscle, cells…all being torn to ribbons. Kirsten coughed up blood. Her tenticals falling out of her mouth…her cuts growing wider and bleeding more profusely. Finally with a scream her body exploded leaving a red Kishin Seed Soul…
“Well…were done here.” Stein said to Spirit. “I know you don’t need to collect souls, but do you want to…”
“Eat that thing!? NO! That soul is foul. I would never let that dirty thing touch my lips. Anyone that would harm a child is the lowest of the low. I’m a Death Scythe. I wouldn’t lower myself to eat a sick soul like that.” Spirit said disgusted.
“Ha Ha! Well then I guess we’ll just take it to Lord Death to dispose of!” laughed Stein
“How can you be so light hearted!?” yelled the Death Scythe
“Lighten up Spirit! Justice was served and disaster was avoided. That little girl’s soul won’t be used for evil means…Let’s go home Spirit…”
The two walked off into the night. Stein was right, disaster had been avoided…but only for the time being. After all…who was behind all of this? Some one had to have been pulling the strings. Time could only tell…
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