Another illusionist who was taught her tricks by a wandering jester. She also has slight shape shifting capabilities and variants of other magic as well.
Factions, Families, Clans, and Empires
Registered citizen of the Terran National Government
Partner to Redda
Apprenticed to Master Jester Vic Allester
- Her hoodie, which can turn the wearer's face into a monsters with a giant maw. It can also shrink objects when put into the pockets.
- Monster Water Guns
- Paint Bombs
- A giant hammer
- More to come, too.
- Gravity Change
- Identity Shifting
- Power to create illusions of the eye
Into the bar came what seemed to be two balloons, one black, one orange. They floated about, bouncing on the ceiling, swirling around each other in what seemed to be a zero-gravity ballet. They floated up, and down, and their strings simply fell straight down.
But...something was off about the balloons.
They almost looked like they had faces in them.
Light giggles could be heard, and although their source wasn't definite, they were loudest near the balloons. As Shen sped into the bar, it would cause a wind to stir inside of Gambits, troubling the balloons and causing them to float over to Joker.
They floated up in front of him, and if he looked close, he would be able to see the faces of two little girls with wild hazel and green eyes. They were grinning, like the Cheshire cat.
Suddenly, after one last grin to Joker, a much wider, creepier one, the balloons would pop!
In a huge explosion, confetti and paint and silly string would litter the bar. Before all of it cleared, in the midst of it's thickest fall, the two fifteen year old girls would be on either side of Joker, where the balloons had once been, hands on the sides of their mouth, screaming at the top of their lungs into his ears.
After that was over, they would turn heel after falling onto the ceiling, using reverse gravity, and run to the other side of the bar.
Gladdie would veer right, while Redda went to the left. They had used this maneuver before, but not to it's full capabilities!
Red looked back, watching as the funny Undead man dig his funny little string into the floor. She narrowed her eyes and gave a short laugh, spreading her arms wide, as if she were an airplane. "Pwoooo!" She hollered, turning around to run toward Joker on the ceiling.
Gladdie would look up at Joker on her hammer, and the grin already present on her face would become so much wider, almost evil. In fact, it became so wide that her mouth extended, quite literally, ear-to-war. She twisted the hammer so that Joker was upside-down, then proceeded to smash it to the floor.
"Whooaaa!" Glad exclaimed, her hands to her cheeks, mushing her face together so her lips puffed out. This man really was cool! Just like them, who were jesters! At least...taught by a jester! But Gladdie didn't have time to recite her history. Instead, she took something out her pants pocket-
It looked like black cloth, except that it was so perpetually black that it couldn't have been that. She dropped it on the floor, and it became a hole. She carried a portable hole around.
In her pocket.
It was interesting.
Like a mature adult, Gladdie turned around, her back to Joker, bent over, and wagged her backside at the man. She made farting noises through her mouth, then hopped through the hole.
Two women sat in a booth, both wearing tight shirts. One wore orange and green stockings, and the other wore bright red shorts. One was haunched over the table, painting the others' nails. One had red hair, the other black.
"Glaaad, when are ya gonna be done?" Asked Redda, leaning her head on her un-painted hand. "I'm not getting any younger here!"
"Oh, shaddap, you little impatient twat! You can get younger and you know it!"
Both girls screeched in laughter.
The joke wasn't all too evident to anyone else in the bar.
After Gladdie was finished painting Red's nails a scarlet color, she picked up the tiny bottle of nail polish.
And ate it.
"Heeey, you still had to do my other hand!"
"Oh, well, too bad!"
All the way in a dark corner of Gambits, somewhere among the rafters, sat two figures that Knox and Laura would see as very familiar. They wore their red and green hoodies and striped stockings, and this time it looked as if they were smiling just a bit wider.
"Play time, Red?" Said Gladdie.
"When is it not playtime?" She responded. They lifted their hands and spread them outward to the bar.
The whole place would become zero-gravity.
Both girls were also floating, and they used a wall to push off and rocket themselves toward the floor, laughing all the while. As they did this, their hoods flew off.
Redda was the only one they hadn't seen hoodless yes, and she was true to her name. Her hair was a fiery red, put up into pigtails. Her face was painted white with dark circles under her eyes.
After they landed, they reached into their pockets and took out small, brightly colored water pistols.
They pointed them at the demon hunters.
"Hands in the air!" hollered Red.
"This be a stick-up!" Gladdie continued.
Both girls just stood, smiling even as Knox pulled out his revolver. Pfft. Normal guns?
To exaggerate this Redda used one hand to cover a fake yawn.
"Nuthin' else, mammy." Glad said to Laura. "Irritatin' is our job, afta all!"
They were about to shoot as Morphire came in. Lack of gravity sometimes was a little laggy.
The girls watched the fire and the gasoline float about, arching their necks upward to watch the fire spread. Their smiled vanished, and was replaced by bewildered looks.
"Ooooh!" They chorused.
They then snapped their attention back to Morphire.
"You wanna play wif us, missa?"
The girls looked at the pyromaniac, then exchanged glanced.
Then they grinned.
"Well, too mad, missa! We're gonna play wif ye anyway!" Gladdie hollered, pointing her green water pistol at the man.
Water did not come out of the pistol, however.
A scary black monster did.
The monster was somewhat easy to light on fire, despite it coming from a water pistol. In all truth, it was quite pitiful, but even as it was covered in flames, burning and deteriorating, it still advanced toward Morphire.
To avoid being burned, the girls floated over to hide under a table.
They floated because Gambits was being affected by zero-gravity. And someone spilled gasoline and lit it on fire, too. So it was quite the ruckus.
The monster had opened it's maw to snap down upon Morphire, the fire caused it's bottom jaw to drop off. The thing melted right then and there.
Oh, but never mind. The man was leaving, and now the girls might have had to find a new playmate...
But was he completely gone?
Redda shot another monster, but in front of him, instead, toward the door.
Redda, floating in the air above a table, simply crossed her arms and pouted. Gladdie was bracing herself under a table, looking around for a new playmate to match Morhire.
Redda stuck her tongue out at Morphire.
"Puh-leez! You can't hurt us!"
"Yea! We're indestrootibal!"
Gladdie forgot to mention that the monster bullets dissipate over time, so they do not simply gallant about! Sorry about that, Syntro!
Gladdie would like to comment that, once again...the bar is in zero-gravity! You shall be floating in mid-air!
Redda was trying to aim for Morphire once again, and as he threw his fireball, shot out another monster to intercept it.
This, however, did not work.
The fireball split in two and came straight for her on her left and right!
"Uh-oh..." She said, wide-eyed. Swiftly, she reached inside her pocket and took out what seemed to be a black cloth, and opened it. It was round, and so black that there was no way it was real.
She then set it down and went through it.
Oh, the joys of portable portals!
Gladdie then opened another porta-portal and disappeared, trying to quench the flames on Redda's bum!
Gladdie would soon become bored of Sparrow, as she either poofed or had no reaction. She cartwheeled away, and advanced toward Dieneku.
With a final push as she landed on her hands, she would nearly leap over the woman. As she flew towards her, she made herself float in zero-gravity for half a second.
"Hi!" She said, poking her face right in front of Dieneku's. She then threw down a flower-bomb onto her table, and it would explode in a puff of white smoke.
Redda, however, had re-appeared onto the space where Briena was dancing. For half a second, she twirled with her, laughing and giggling like a maniac. Her own spins were very silly, and even more ridiculous next to the graceful, red-headed elf.
The powder would have turned Dieneku paler than she already was, and as this happened, Gladdie had hopped onto the other side of the bar, pushing off with her legs. She was sprung into the center of the bar, and danced with Redda, who was twirling by herself now. They peered at Bri, then exchanged glanced.
They did a twirl together, and as they did so, they became taller, stockier. When they did a full twist, they had become two very handsome men in fancy suits. They sat on either side of the red-headed elf.
"Finished dancing, missy?" Said Red, who still had red hair, as well.
Their voices were very voluptuous.
Both men watched as Bri stood up and sang, eyes wide, with their hands cupped onto their knees. They looked like they were trying to act like children. Which they were. Sort of.
They pushed their lips into an 'o' position, as if surprised. The melody, indeed, was dark.
Somehow, it managed to calm Red and Glad down.
Just a tad, anyway.
They pretended to fall asleep on each other's shoulders, drooling all the way.
Both boys suddenly 'woke up' and looked around. The singing had stopped. Why?
Oh, there was the reason. Slipping out the door. Red stretched out a hand and gave a slow-motion, melodramatic "No!"
Both boys looked up bewilderingly. Red narrowed his eyes and smirked, while Glad lazily stood up and slouched. Just like any guy would.
"Whatcha want, kid? This here bar's for big boys!" Red said, getting up as well. They shoved their hands inside the baggy pockets of their blue jeans.
"Ye sure you're up to the challenge?"