The Mantle

And this is how Jackle is usually RP'd. Not my scriptfic.

• Jackle Goes to Therapy
• by ~ToothandFang
• Jackle’s Psychiatrist: *walks in and sits down in front of Jackle. Jackle’s sitting down, playing with his razor sharp playing cards. His cape’s covering his body and arms, so you can’t tell that he doesn’t have any* ^_^ Hello, there! Reala and Fang have paid, so you’ll be seeing me twice a week from now on. My name is Ms. Calm. So, shall we begin?
• Jackle: *takes off his hat and puts cards underneath* Yes, Lets!
• JP: So, your name is Jackle?
• Jackle: No.
• JP: *surprised* No? What do you mean no?
• Jackle: My name isn’t Jackle.
• JP: *catches on* *patronizing voice* Of course it’s not. What is your name?
• Jackle: ^_^ Eleanor of Aquitaine! Ask me again, and I shall tell you the same!
• JP: *rolls eyes* Very well…ELEANOR…
• Jackle: *looks around* Who’s Eleanor?
• JP: I…Never mind. So, Jackle! Tell me about yourself!
• Jackle: Well, this whole thing started when Master Wizeman created me, and-
• JP: *cuts him off* You mean your father, don’t you?
• Jackle: No, I mean my Master!
• JP: *teensy bit nervous* Of course! *writes down “Masochistic Qualities” on her little clipboard. It’s positioned high so that Jackle can’t see it* Please, continue!
• Jackle: ANYway, Master Wizeman created me, and taught me how to do things!
• JP: *is writing things down* Things like what?
• Jackle: *waves mantle-covered invisible arm around so it looks like he has an arm* Oh, you know…the usual things…how to frighten dreamers…stealing Ideya from Nightopians…how to gamble…
• JP: *writes down “Father is destructive influence”* Jackle…what did you say that your father’s-
• Jackle: *cuts her off, annoyed* >_< My Master!
• JP: *is starting to sound strained* -Yes, of course. “Master’s” name was?
• Jackle: *proudly* ^_^ My Master is Wizeman the Wicked, Ultimate Overlord of all Nightmare!
• JP: A lord? I don’t know if there’s any lords left in America…
• Jackle: o_o…*remembers* Oh yeah, I forgot. You’re just a dreamer. You wouldn’t know.
• JP: *annoyed* Will you STOP calling me dreamer? I’m human, Just like you!
• Jackle: *rolls eyes, then glares* o_/o How DARE you compare a high-status Nightmaren such as myself to such a lowly dreamer like you? I ought to turn you into a playing card right now for your impudence!
• JP: *calms down somewhat, writes “severely delusional”* You will, will you?
• Jackle: *humphs, then stops* I should…But anyway, back to Master Wizeman…*creepy voice* He’s the beast that hides in your closet…the darkness of your worst dream…the very ESSENCE of evil…*black grin* He can turn any dreamer into a sobbing heap in minutes…and I’m his creation…he’s also the one who taught me how to be insane…how to torture innocent dreamers…
• JP: *feverishly scribbles “sadistic qualities”* *shakes finger* You know, Jackle…torturing people isn’t a nice thing to do…why not ask them nicely, instead?
• Jackle: *stares coldly, then grins even more insanely* If I did…I wouldn’t get to hear their dying screams, would I? Then Reala would call me a sissy…
• JP: *is starting to look really stressed out* Ah, yes. He is your older brother, I believe? Didn’t you have an other brother as well? NiGHTS, I think he was called?
• Jackle: O_O… *dangerously quiet voice* Never…mention…NiGHTS…to…me…
• JP: *is confused* Huh?
• Jackle: O_/O NEVER MENTION NiGHTS TO ME!!!!!!! *stands up, mantle still covering body* HE’S A TRAITOR TO WIZEMAN, AND ISN’T WORTHY ENOUGH TO LICK THE MUD OFF WIZEMAN’S NON EXISTANT BOOTS!!!!
• JP: *loses it* ENOUGH WITH THE ‘WIZEMAN’ JUNK, ALLRIGHT???? HE ISN’T REAL!! NIGHTMARE ISN’T REAL!!! IDEYA AREN’T REAL!!! NIGHTOPIANS AREN’T REAL!!! YOU ARE DELUSIONAL!!!
• Jackle: *is silent for a few minutes, then laughs a quiet, evil laugh* Heheheh…you’ve just made the worst mistake that you’ve ever made, dreamer…*slowly pulls out razor sharp cards*…and ever will make, in fact. Because, when someone speaks about Wizeman the wrong way…*maniacal grin*…they answer to Jackle! *throws out arms so that the mantle flies upward in a gust of wind, revealing that Jackle doesn’t have a body*
• JP: *screams* 0_0 AAAAAAAAH!
• Jackle: >8D *holds up a blank playing card* Say goodbye to your world…DREAMER! *a dark flash of light, then when it clears, Ms. Calm is gone, and there’s an image on the playing card*
• *stares at Ms. Calm on the card. Her face is one of silent horror, and her mouth is open in a silent scream*
• Jackle: *triumphant grin* It seems as though I’ve ‘acquired’ another non-believer…I wonder how long my new toy will take to BREAK IN…*slips card under hat, smiles brightly, then skips out of the office*
• Me: *outside the office* Jackle! How’d it go?
• Jackle: *sulks a bit* She didn’t believe me when I told her…*brightens up*…But I think I convinced her! *laughs* She even bought that crud about me hating NiGHTS! C’mon, everybody! Lets go out and buy some Sea-Salt Ice cream-my treat! *skips off*
• Me: *is suddenly more serious once Jackle leaves* *looks at Reala* There goes another one.
• Reala: That’s the twelfth one we’ve taken him to, I think. I’ve lost count ever since the Mr. Relaxed incident. Wasn’t that the fifth one?
• Me: No, no, that was Mrs. Tranquil, remember? Mr. Relaxed was the seventh one.
• Reala: Really? I thought that the seventh one was Mme. Serene. That one almost believed him, but then Jackle said that he’d been sucking helium that time, so… *starts walking after Jackle*…do you think that we’ll EVER find someone?
• Me: *starts walking with Reala*…Only time will tell, Reala. Only time will tell.