Role Play Board: Hit Me With Your Best Shot

Hit Me With Your Best Shot

Posted by Purple Man on 4/24/2009, 1:31 am, in reply to "The Search.... Purple Man"
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Clouds of sulfur filled the air about the Empire State building’s highest peak. Lightning danced around the three figures that dared to tango in the midst of the supernatural fury. The enigmatic Mysterio pulled every trick and illusion he had up his sleeves. At the other end of the arena stood the young Avenger known as Wiccan unleashing hex after hex, calling forth the elements to rain down on his opponent.
And the third man on the tower of steel was the one pulling all the strings.

Zebediah Killgrave leaned casually against the nearest exit of the roof top as he beamed with delight at the mayhem he created with a mere suggestion. He came to New York for one purpose only. To trap the young Wiccan and persuade him to us his magic on the Purple Man. But in order to truly control the mystical lad, first he must wear him down. And what better sparring partner for a magician than an illusionist. Even though Mysterio’s parlor tricks are no match for true enchantment, it is enough to distract Wiccan long enough. Unfortunately after a half hour of smoking mirrors the frustrated sideshow act is knocked unconscious by Wiccan’s staff.

Billy stands over his fallen opponent his head is spinning and his breath is heavy. Zebediah approaches the victor and lights up a cigarette.

“Nice job kid, but I believe I said…..to the death.”

Sweat drips from Billy’s forehead as he stares down the Purple Man. After a few seconds of silence, Zebediah blows a puff of smoke into the boy’s face. He can sense the inner struggle to resist that is eating away at Wiccan’s soul.

“You’re a strong one! And if it wasn’t for your inexperience, you’d be free from my shackles by now….so, be a dear boy and finish off Mr. Goldfish Bowl Head for me.”

With veins protruding from his temples, Wiccan lifts the limp body of Mysterio into his arms and flies up into the New York sky and hurls him into the cold waters of the bay.
With broken spirit, the hero slowly descends to his master’s side.

“Well done my boy. Now I just need one more favor from you…then I’ll decide whether you’re worth keeping around.”

Wiccan’s blank stare let’s Zebediah know the victim is primed and ready to perform whatever is asked of him.

“Give me your best shot! Conjure up one of your hexes that will enhance my power of persuasion to unlimited potentials!”

The boy raises his hands to the sky and softly chants in an ancient language. The air surrounding them is electrified with energy. His hands begin to glow and intensify as a sphere takes form in his palms. Zebediah invites the ball of energy with open arms. The top of the landmark tower swells with energy as the warlock unloads his spell on The Purple Man. Zebediah is knocked off his feet and across the rooftop. His body smoldering and still.

Wiccan falls to his knees from exhaustion. His vision is blurred and his head is spinning. Finally collapsing on his face. There is a silence that consumes the leftover energy. Then Zebediah begins to stir. Slowly he rises to his feet holding on to a railing in order to stabilize himself.
He can feel the energy flowing through his veins a euphoric sensation like no other he has felt before.

He glances at the fallen puppet and before he can formulate a thought, Wiccan’s unconscious body rises to it’s feet and runs over to his side and helps him up.

“Your wish is my command, Master.”

Suddenly a familiar voice shatters the moment.

“Billy? What are you doing up here???”

Purple Man glances over at the stunning vision of beauty.

“Oh my, who’s your friend, junior? You’ll have to introduce us.”

to be continued by Wiccan, Donna or in battle.