Post by trickster on Aug 15, 2012 19:42:09 GMT -5
Despite the far that the world was on the brink of the apocalypse, things were going well for the Trickster. There wasn't a moment that went by that he didn't think about what was to come. The fact that Michael and Lucifer had to fight yet again tore him up inside for reasons that were only known to him. This time it would most likely be to the death. No cages, no exile, no forgiveness. The Trickster hated that thought and wanted nothing more for it to all be over. As always, who was at the centre of it, those damn Winchesters. The only thing the Trickster could do was to go about his own way, killing those who he felt deserved it, he would pay a visit to Sam and Dean soon enough.
It was always a bonus when he found places where there was multiple people worthy of his…attention. There was less moving around, more elaborate tricks that could involve more than one person. The downside of course, was that it brought more attention, but that was still part of the fun.
The Trickster had been in Minnesota for almost three weeks now, in a small city not far from the state line that was shared with Bobby Singer's HQ state, South Dakota. The city, Pipestone, only had a population of just under five thousand . In his time there, the Trickster had killed seven people, each in humorous and ironic ways. He had already made an ice cream truck fall on an obese child abuser and had made a gynecologist who took advantage of his patients get raped by Bigfoot. He wouldn't have been surprised if he had attracted attention to himself.
It was going to be one of his last few nights in Pipestone. The Trickster had grown bored of the scenery and everyone in it. The short man sat in one of Pipestone's many bars in a pair of overalls. His cover for this particular visit was working as someone who maintained the runways of the local airport, the more boring sounding the better, it wasn't like he actually did any work. Oh the fun he could have had with the airport if there wouldn't be so much collateral damage. The bar was empty, people in that particular neighborhood were afraid of suffering a similar fate to the Trickster's victims.
Slowly he got up, sighing out of boredom as he did, before going behind the bar and grabbing a bottle of the most expensive champagne the bar stocked.
"Champagne!? Are you kiddin' me!?" he shouted to himself as he read the label which simply read "Champagne". It must have cost about 2 dollars a bottle.
The Trickster waved his hand over the bottle, after which the bottle had transformed into a bottle of Cristal. That's more like it.
"Actually…there's one thing missing." he said as he held his vacant hand up, one finger raised.
At least twenty blue shimmering clouds appeared in the bar and after a few moments they were transformed into beautiful women of all ethnicity's in just lingerie, all whom swarmed around the man.
Looking at his creations, he couldn't help but broadcast his signature smirk, laughing with all his giggling girls.
"Now that is more like it."
With a snap of his fingers, the stereo started to blare random party anthems from the 80's.
It was always a bonus when he found places where there was multiple people worthy of his…attention. There was less moving around, more elaborate tricks that could involve more than one person. The downside of course, was that it brought more attention, but that was still part of the fun.
The Trickster had been in Minnesota for almost three weeks now, in a small city not far from the state line that was shared with Bobby Singer's HQ state, South Dakota. The city, Pipestone, only had a population of just under five thousand . In his time there, the Trickster had killed seven people, each in humorous and ironic ways. He had already made an ice cream truck fall on an obese child abuser and had made a gynecologist who took advantage of his patients get raped by Bigfoot. He wouldn't have been surprised if he had attracted attention to himself.
It was going to be one of his last few nights in Pipestone. The Trickster had grown bored of the scenery and everyone in it. The short man sat in one of Pipestone's many bars in a pair of overalls. His cover for this particular visit was working as someone who maintained the runways of the local airport, the more boring sounding the better, it wasn't like he actually did any work. Oh the fun he could have had with the airport if there wouldn't be so much collateral damage. The bar was empty, people in that particular neighborhood were afraid of suffering a similar fate to the Trickster's victims.
Slowly he got up, sighing out of boredom as he did, before going behind the bar and grabbing a bottle of the most expensive champagne the bar stocked.
"Champagne!? Are you kiddin' me!?" he shouted to himself as he read the label which simply read "Champagne". It must have cost about 2 dollars a bottle.
The Trickster waved his hand over the bottle, after which the bottle had transformed into a bottle of Cristal. That's more like it.
"Actually…there's one thing missing." he said as he held his vacant hand up, one finger raised.
At least twenty blue shimmering clouds appeared in the bar and after a few moments they were transformed into beautiful women of all ethnicity's in just lingerie, all whom swarmed around the man.
Looking at his creations, he couldn't help but broadcast his signature smirk, laughing with all his giggling girls.
"Now that is more like it."
With a snap of his fingers, the stereo started to blare random party anthems from the 80's.