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I don't know much about the techniques of the next character, so I just made it up. Just pretend he learned them after the Shaman Fight.
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Chapter 7: Irony and Insanity
Hao couldn't help but turn his smile upside down when Jeanne walked away victoriously as another talisman flew across the night sky. "What a waste of good monsters really." Hao looked around the city, spying on the shamans. Yoh has just beaten another monster, same goes for Ryo and Lyserg, and surprisingly Pirika.
He was about to turn his attention to Anna who was walking towards a path where a monster was about to pounce on her, but then he saw something, or rather someone far more interesting. "Now this would be quite a fight…"
"Okay, of all the monsters I had to run into, it had to be a Jester" Chocolove oversouled Mic into his own body and readied himself against the Jester which laughed crazily as its greenish saliva slowly poured out of its mouth. "Eeewww, not Jester, deranged rabid Jester's more like it!"
"HEHAHAHAHAHA!" the Jester was crazier than anyone could ever imagine. It pulled out bloody knives from behind its back and tossed them at Chocolove. His agility allowed himself to dodge most of the daggers. "HIHIHIHEHEHA!"
"Like I said, of all the monsters I had to run into, it had to be a monster who I want to grow up to be" the future comedian, which he addressed himself as, looked at the Jester laughing madly as if there was no tomorrow.
Just a little earlier, Chocolove was casually walking along the cold concrete. He has beaten a lot of monsters, so he couldn't count how many exactly he defeated. A few seconds passed, then he heard to soft sobs and one maniacal laugh. By instinct, he ran to the source of the sound. He reached the place; he found two children probably around the age of eight, cowering in the corner of a building. The monster that was cornering then was thin but scary looking with its over curved smile.
It looked like as if the monster was about to eat the children alive. Chocolove immediately jumped up and kicked the monster away. He asked the two kids if they were alright. They both nodded; the older looking one told Chocolove that the monster was too strong for him and his friend. Chocolove looked above them and saw one ghost and one tiny leaf shikigami; he assumed that both of them were shamans. He instructed both of them to return to their homes while he takes care of the monster; the two nodded, deciding that they have had enough action for the night.
He faced the monster and found out that he had to battle someone like himself. Not particularly the same has Chocolove, but someone whom he wanted to be like when he grew up, without out the thick and heavy clown make up of course. Chocolove clenched its fist and looked at the monster directly in the eye. "You are supposed to make children happy with laughter! How dare you make them cry with one of your lame jokes!" That was how it all began.
"Double Cross Slash!" Chocolove jumped in the air and slashed the Jester. It side stepped, so only its clothes were ripped. The monster looked at the rip in his clothes and then at Chocolove. It smiled widely at him and started laughing. "This monster's crazy Mic!"
"HEHEHEHEHAHAHA!" madness, this single word could be used to describe this monster.
"No wonder the kids were afraid of you!" Chocolove said. "You may have over did it a little!" The monster continued laughing and tossing bloody daggers at its victim. "Okay, not a little, but a lot!"
The jester took out a hotdog balloon and inflated it; afterwards, the monster shaped it into a hyena and tossed it at Chocolove. Knowing any better, Chocolove jumped aside and avoided the hyena balloon. As soon as the hyena balloon hit the ground, it exploded. Instead of big flames, the greenish saliva of the jester exploded from the balloon and spluttered all over the area. A little droplets fell on Chocolove's hair and clothes.
"Ha! A spit bomb is one of the oldest tricks in the book!" Chocolove said, but not until he saw steam. He looked at his surroundings, everything that the greenish liquid touched dissolved. Chocolove panicked, but he calmed himself down by saying that only a few droplets fell on him fortunately. "Okay, acidic spit bomb, definitely new."
The jester laughed, either he was crazy, because of Chocolove's side comment, or both. Seeing that the monster was the one laughing at him didn't make Chocolove happy at all, considering that the happiest sounds that could be heard was laughter, one not coming from an evil person or living thing.
"This is just too weird!" Chocolove said to himself. The jester grinned widely at him, his eye glowed yellow while his other eye glowed red, and he was looking at him menacingly, laughing loudly. "Why are you laughing?"
This was getting way out of hand. The jester continued laughing, slowly dragging its feet towards Chocolove. "Why are you laughing?" His words seem to go past the jester like a soft wind, none of them heard. "Why are you laughing?" He finally said for the third time, this was too much. Chocolove was starting to get traumatized by a figure he looked up to.
"Stop laughing! Stop laughing!" Chocolove kept going forward and slashing it, but the only thing he was hitting were the clothes which just magically sewed itself together for some unknown reason. The jester kept laughing like a Hyena while Chocolove shouted at it to stop laughing. The more he said it, the harder it would laugh, and he soon found himself adding the words "at me" after the words "Stop laughing"
"EEHHAAHAHAHAHA!" To think, he trained a lot just to make people laugh, but right now the strange laughter of the jester is driving him crazy. This wasn't the kind of laugh that he wanted to receive from an audience, he wanted laughter of delight, not a mocking laughter of insanity. If Chocolove lost his concentration for just one bit, the laughter would drive him mad. Chocolove kept fighting and keeping his focus thanks to Mic, but he was slowly loosing it.
"Come on Mic, lets give him a taste of our Jaguar Sprint!" Chocolove and Mic started dashing around the jester; they were so fast that they created copy images of themselves. The jester laughed moderately, reached into its pants and pulled out dozens and dozens of banana peels which randomly scattered themselves on the ground. Chocolove slipped in one of those banana peels and slowed down.
When the jester could clearly see the real Chocolove, he pulled out a giant boxing glove from behind its back and punched Chocolove on the back. The impact was so strong that it sent him flying and crashing into a wall.
He sat up and looked at the jester, still laughing. It pointed to Chocolove and made a gesture of fanning out air from its nose. Clearly it meant "You stink!" Who wouldn't understand that? He wasn't making fun anymore; he was being made fun of by a low monster.
"Mic do something!" the jaguar roared in reply and made the clown slip. It fell face first on the concrete; Chocolove went to check it out, but the jester's head suddenly jolted up, grinned widely, and started laughing at him again even though it just lost a tooth and its nose was bleeding. To Chocolove, this was now beyond scary, nothing seems to work against this monster. Every time he would hit the monster, it would just grin then laugh loudly as if it enjoyed being hurt.
"I can't take this laughter! I don't want to be a comedian anymore!" he quickly ran away, but not too far off.
"Doesn't want to be a comedian anymore?" Hao said. "In the first place, who even wants to be a comedian? The salary is not that high and you get constantly laughed at; or if not, thrown fruits at if they think you're lame; so why bother being one anyway?"
Chocolove couldn't think of a better hiding place than an empty barrel which was big enough to fit him. It was the first time he realized laughter can really be contagious, and so can insanity. Mic left his body and tried to find out what the clown had done to him, or rather, what happened to him.
"Stop the laughing, I never want to hear the sound of laughter ever again!" Chocolove said to himself, covering his ears to deafen himself from the jester.
A few seconds passed and then a few minutes; Chocolove then noticed that his main spirit was gone. "Mic? Hey Mic, where are you?"
He popped his head out of the mailbox, looked around to see if the coast is clear, and then he jumped out. "Mic? Mic?" his jaguar spirit was nowhere to be found. "Mic?" he called in a moderate volume. He suddenly heard a roar which could only belong to Mic. He jumped down from the building and in front of Chocolove. "Hey Mic, where have you been buddy? I was looking all over for you."
"He came to call me…" a voice called out from the building where Mic jumped off from. The voice belonged to an old man who did the same thing Mic did earlier.
"Master is that you?" Chocolove recognized his master right away with his distinguishing features and warm smile. "I heard from Mic that something's wrong, so what's the haps?"
Chocolove looked down shamefully "I don't think I want to be a comedian anymore…"
The master could see where he was coming from after fighting with a monster which is laughing non stop. "Why so?"
"Comedians are only made fun of, so why bother? I don't want that to happen to me" Chocolove answered. "All that laughter, what kind of happiness does it bring?"
"Hmmm. Well it's hard to explain really. I think I see the problem, that jester kept laughing at you for no reason, and now you're afraid to know what the people are laughing at, you or your jokes. You have to understand that a comedian's duty is to make people laugh, period. Whether they are laughing at you or not, it is also your duty to decide whether you will take it personally as an insult or as a job well done. If you take it as an insult, let go and work harder to improve; if you take it as a compliment, hang on to that thought and use it to improve your self. Now you think about what I said okay, I have to go now because I have a show scheduled in the spirit world; but I'm not leaving because of that, but because spirits at peace aren't allowed on earth anymore."
Chocolove nodded and watched his master wave goodbye at both him and Mic. His master soon departed to the spirit world, leaving only his words to Chocolove.
"Hey where have you been?" the spirit of a bar asked Chocolove's master. "You're next and you haven't prepared yet. What have you been doing?"
Chocolove's master sat on the chair in the dressing room of a bar located somewhere in the spirit world. "I just went back to earth to teach a pupil of mine one final lesson."
"So, what do we do now Mic?" Chocolove's question got answered when the jester showed itself to Chocolove, still laughing. "I guess we fight that jester again."
Chocolove used oversoul and took fighting stance while the jester stood there goofily. "Hope this works!" Chocolove jumped up in the air. "Spirit Hurricane!"
He ran in circles around the jester who took banana peels from its pants and threw them on the ground. Chocolove knew how to avoid this after his past experience, he jumped up in the air an continued running around the jester.
"Hey jester, do you know who invented the round table? Sir Cumference!" the jester started laughing harder than before and the wind got stronger. "Why was the Egyptian girl sad? Because she found out that her daddy was a mummy!" Each joke Chocolove told made the jester laugh harder and made the wind stronger.
The jester got caught in a tree in the process; the hurricane was still spinning around the monster and Chocolove was now at the eye of the hurricane. "How can you catch a squirrel's attention? Go up a tree and act like a nut!" the clown laughed so hard that it started fading away; Chocolove noticed this too.
By the time the wind died down, the jester transformed into tiny white lights. "Wow, talk about laughing to death."
Chocolove noticed a stone in a nest of the tree where the jester hung. He jumped up and retrieved the dark brown stone. "Madness" he jumped down the tree as soon as the stone changed from dark brown to tan, "Calmness."
Chocolove grinned and pocketed the stone. Looks like I win this battle, and I think I've also learned a lesson. I don't know where I picked it up, but it's something about laughter, Mic. It isn't the best medicine, happiness is. If laughter should come from the heart, not only from the lungs or the mouth."
As Chocolove was narrating what he learned to Mic, and also telling a few good jokes in between. He spotted another monster; a big green Frankenstine with no expression on its face or what so ever. "Looks like we're gonna have teach this monster my newly learned lesson, and also give him a medicine with a taste it'kk never forget!"
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Okay, I got a little freaked out while writing the story. Just imagine you were walking along the sideways at night all alone, then suddenly this clown will jump out of nowhere, looks at you straight in the eye, grins widely at you, and start laughing like crazy, then it will slowly reach for its back and pull something out…scary…