"The Grand High Exalted One" Usali Basilisk Saga

[Mr. Showtime]

*So I have only written ten roleplays for Usali so far and some of them are ridiculous. I figured if anyone was interested they could take a look at them. I recommend The Beginning!!! & I Can See Clearly Now...Wait Too Soon!!!*

*The Beginning!!!*

It's dark and dingy in the basement of a suburban home. The smell of sugar cherry and grape fills the basement mixing with the smell of dank mold. There is an ominous glow coming from the ground and a dark figure dressed in a long dark robe is standing there tending to something that seems to be hovering over the glow. The sound of footsteps are heard coming from the upstairs that is accompanied by a faint light that extinguishes with the sound of a a door closing. The foot steps are heavy on the basement stairs and as they reach the bottom the sound of a light switch is heard clicking up and down, but there is not light to be seen. The man who has just come from the upstairs steps into the dim light of the ominous glow and you can tell that he is a stout young man with ginger hair and thick coke bottle glasses.

"I was wondering when you would arrive Jacob," says the hooded and robed man still not facing his newly arrived guest.

Jacob looking awkward and confused addresses the dark stranger standing in his basement and says, "What the hell is that smell?"

"It's the Drink of Ascension, would you like a taste? Jacob?" replies the cloaked man.

"Absolutely not, it smells like cherry and grape Kool-Aid mixed with ass. Wait who the hell are you?"

"You don't recognize your own brother, Jacob?" says the hooded man as he turns away from the ominous glow and faces his brother. When he turns you can barley make him out since he is wearing a black hooded robe and what looks to be a silver metal ceremonial mask.

Jacob takes a stumble back an looks a bit terrified, but addresses his brother with a quiver of fear in his voice, "J-J-Jeffery? I-I-Is that y-y-ou?"

"Ah, Jeffery now I remember I was once known as Jeffery. No longer will I go by my slave name though..."

"Slave name?" says Jacob now curious forgetting that his freak of a brother is standing in front of him, "What are you talking about...you are a white Irish Catholic. You don't have a slave name, you ass."

"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO THE GRAND HIGH EXALTED ONE IN SUCH A MANNER!!!" he bellows at his stumpy brother causing him to stumbles backwards and knocks over a few things that crumble in a low racket. "I now go by the name Usali Basilisk, but you may address me as all of my followers do as The Grand High Exalted One."

"Wait a minute...Where have you been Jeffery...

"GRAND HIGH EXALTED ONE!!!"

"Fine, Grand High Exalted One, where the hell have you been? You escaped from Runamuck Hospital six months ago and now you show up brewing some sort of Kool-Aid in two freaky black cauldrons. And did you stop at a Halloween Store on your way home?"

"I am on a mission from a higher deity, and this is the ceremonial garb of the Higher Ascension. I have been chosen to begin the revolution and recruit followers for Numaki, the High Deity of The Ascension." he says as he, using a large ladle pours the red Kool-Aid into a silver goblet which is encrusted with green and red gems, "Please drink." He hands it to his brother Jacob and turns his back. Jacob studies the drink and realizes that drinking this would be a very bad idea. He tosses it on the floor and it makes a sizzling sound. "Please Jacob, we have much to do."

"We?"

"Yes, we. I will be needing your help in the recruitment process. Please look," Usali reaches into his robe and pulls out a brown leather book with a large metal emblem on the front. The emblem is the shape of a coiled snake with a red stone for the one eye you can see and two swords crossing behind it.

Jacob goes to reach for the book, but The Grand High Exalted one smacks his hand in one swift motion and Jacob pulls his hand back and says, "OW! You crazy bastard. What the hell was that for?"

"You have not proven you worthiness to handle The Book of Ascension, my hopes are that you will one day get there but for now you will be my Pillali."

"You're what?"

"Pillali, Jacob. My disciple, Padawan if you will."

Jacob stands there in silence and figures that he has to go along with this crazy idea, so he can try and stop his loon of a brother from feeding people that Kool-Aid of his. He's a bit nervous now but looks into the metal mask of his brothers and says, "Okay, you can teach me the ways, what must I do first?"

"Jacob my dear boy, nothing yet, but I have a gift for you," Usali bends over and retrieves a large white box from the ground. He hands it to his brother, and as Jacob opens the box he sees that it is a very big red suit.

It is nearly twice the size of Jacob and when he opens it up fully he looks at his brother and says, "This isn't a giant Kool-Aid Man costume is it?"

"Of course it is my loyal Pillali, how else will we be able to recruit the children. You will wear it for we have great plans," says the Grand High Exalted one as he begins to approach his brother and continues, "You must realize that that I believe the children are our future. Teach them well and let them lead the way. Show them all the beauty they posses inside. Give them a sense of pride to make it easier. Let the children's laughter remind us how we used to be."

Jacob swallows hard already regretting what he has signed up for and not daring to ask what his brother meant by we or why he was singing Whitney Houston.

[Mr. Showtime]

Lesson Numero Uno (That's Number One For Those Who Dont Speak French)!!!

Back in the moldy and Kool-Aid smelling basement there is a loud bang accompanied with a huge burst of smoke. The sound of coughing can be heard all through out the house. From upstairs you can hear footsteps banging on the floor, a door swing open and the steps attempting to rush down the stairs. The problem with this is tat the owner of these footsteps had been rushing too quickly, and fallen all the way down to the basement floor. Laying in a heap is the Kool-Aid man and he says, "Oh no!" In actuality it was not the Kool-Aid man but Jacob dressed in a red Kool-Aid Man Suit. The suit is enormous on his pudgy body and flecks of his ginger hair are forcing it's way out of the front of the costume.

"Eureka!" cries a voice from with in the cloud of smoke. Jacob gets off the ground and dusts off his pitcher as much as he can reach.

He begins to wave some of the smoke out of the way with no avail and says, "What have you done this time you crazy bastard?"

"I have finally done it," says the voice as it begins to emerge from the cloud of smoke. Standing in front of Jacob is his deranged brother Jeffery or as he likes to be called now "Tee Grand High Exalted One" Usali Basilisk. He is wearing his long black robe with the hood pulled over his head and the place where his face should be showing is replaced with a silver ceremonial mask. IN his right hand is a long slender black cane with a silver ornament on the top and in his left hand is a white piece of Tupperware with four compartments and yellow and red handles sticking out the top. "My dear brother look at this," he continues as he shoves the Tupperware in his brothers face.

"So what? You made Kool-Aid ice pops. I six year old could do that."

"Precisely! Now not only can I attract the children with the actual Kool-Aid but I have the power of ice pops on my side. MWHA-HA-HA-HA!" he laughs manically and it echoes through out the basement. Jacob could only look at his lunatic of a brother and shake his head, but in doing so he has to shake the whole costume making it look like a little dance.

"Yes my young Pillali. This is exactly a dancing matter," now Usali joins in the dancing, and he almost looks like a mildly retarded child trying to bite his own ears. "Please have a seat," he continues, "We have much to discuss on this fine day. It is time for lesson numero uno, that's number one if you don't speak French."

Jacob just shakes his head and plops down in an old couch that has been forgotten in the basement. In the suit he takes up almost the entire area, but there is no need to make room. As Usali stands almost over Jacob he reaches into his robe, and pulls out the brown leather book with the coiled rattle snake and crossing swords on the front., "The Book of Ascension." He quickly starts flipping through some pages and muttering to himself, but never loud enough for you to hear what he was saying. Suddenly he bursts out saying, "TOOLU, MOLICI SUNENE NUMAKI..."

"Uh..." Jacob is just staring at his silly ass brother with a look of angst on his face.

"My dear Jacob, forgive me. I must have realized that you don not know the language of the ancients yet . You will get there one day, but for now I shall speak in the slave language."

"Slave language?"

"Please do not interrupt. In the beginning there was only Numaki, the High Deity of The Ascension and in the end there will only be Numaki! Numaki had created the world in five days and on the sixth day he rested..."

"Wait! That was God who created the world in six days and rested on the seventh..."

"Ha! What a silly child you are. Numaki, didn't need six days, he only needed five and only really rested for half a day. It's much more impressive that way. Don't you see? Numaki is the know all, be all of our galaxy. Anything anyone can do he can do better. Anything you can do he can do better, yes he can yes he can."

Jacob just covers his face in the audaciousness of his brother and after a few second looks back up at him. As their eyes meet Usali says, "You look tired my brother. This has been very much for you. I see that this will be a long grueling journey where it had come so easily for me. I must ask you to join me tonight in my first recruitment effort..."

"You are going to leave the HOUSE!!!"

"Yes my Pillali. I will be partaking in a wrestling match of sorts in order to reach the children. I will appeal to their savage ways and win their hearts. In doing so they will drink my Kool-Aid!!! In a triumphant manner Usali makes his way to the stairs. There is bother that Jacob can do at this point other then follow his brother and make sure that he doesn't hurt any body.

[Mr. Showtime]

A Higher Calling!!!

On the streets of suburbia USA, it's like any other day. It is a bit warm for a January afternoon but nothing to write home about. There are a few kids playing in their yards and adults talking with each other over their white picketed fences. Slowly one face after another is taken from their activities, all with an awestruck look of confusion. Their attentions have been caught by two men who seem to have missed Halloween by four months. One of them is a man dressed in a long black robe, with his hood drawn over his head only revealing his silver ceremonial mask. It is of course the man now known as "The Grand High Exalted One" Usali Basilisk. Usali walks down the suburban street with his long black cane with the silver top clacking against the asphalt as the Kool Aid Man struggles to keep up behind him. This was obviously not the real Kool Aid Man but only Jacob huffing and puffing as he struggles to lug the enormous box of supplies that his deranged brother made him carry. He is dressed in his red Kool Aid Man suit, his pudgy face sticking out with his ginger hair and thick black glasses look as if they are trying to escape.

"You *huff* know *puff* Jef...err...Grand High *huff* Exalted O*puff*ne," says Jacob still huffing and puffing, "you could give me a *huff* hand....*puff*"

"Don't be ridiculous my young Palili," replies Usali in a stern and meaningful tone. "I am one of the Legion of Ascension, these tedious chores are well beneath a Dreeup of my stature."

"Uhhh what *huff* the hell *puff* is a Dreeup."

"My apologies young one, I tend to forget how difficult this learning process has been for you since it was so easy for me," says Usali turning his nose down to his brother. "A Dreeup is a deity similar to what you would know as a demigod. Like the mythical Hercules I am the son of a mortal woman, our mother, and the God Skilups."

"Oh give me a fu...."

"Please I am trying to teach you on our walk, do not interrupt again," Usali says with authority slamming the bottom of his cane down on the asphalt. "Now where was I, ah Skilups is the God of all which resides in the sky, including the sky itself. He rules all above prior to space and can control flight. It is he that has granted the ability to birds to soar among the clouds, which are also under his control. Please place the box down on the stand here."

In a huff, but no puff, Jacob slams the oversized box down on a stand that was made, poorly that is, out of planks of wood. It looks as if a few pre-schoolers had band together to build a lemonade stands without their parent's help. After slamming the box down on the stand Jacob falls over in a heap. Now floundering on his back he squirms to roll over as would a turtle. He manages to roll to his side only to see that he is back on his own front lawn.

"What's the big idea Jeffery?" yells Jacob which doesn't cause his brother to move at all. He just continues to unload he oversized box of it's content. Jacob, after catching his breath, he rolls himself off of the ground and back to his feet, which was very difficult on account of the suit.

"Please my young Palili I still have more to discuss with you."

"But why...why did we just walk around for the past twenty minutes to find our ways back here. That box weighed a ton."

"I followed the wind, which was sent by my true father to guide our way."

"But you knew where you were going, you're the dumbass that set up this drink stand in the middle of winter."

"Yes on this warm winter day, isn't that a bit of a coincidence."

"Well yeah...it's just a warm day."
"It's a warm day because my father made it so."

"Oh that's nonsense!" bellows Jacob.

"Shhhhhh, don't be so rash my brother, he will hear you and do to you the same he had to those foolish penguins."

"Penguins?"

"Oh yes. Once, the penguin was a majestic creature, one that could not only swim in the sea but also soar in the sky. They were the greatest of Numaki's birdly creations, but greed and narcissism forced my father's hand. First he struck them of all of their feathers, leaving them naked and forced them to find those tuxedos they wear. He then exiled them from the skies and banished them to the coldest regions of the world."

"Oh is that so?"

"That is so young Palili, and if you don't watch yourself my father will do the same to you," Usali says with a twinge of fear in his voice. "My father is just but he can be very vengeful. Heed my warning or you too will be sorry."

"Right," says Jacob looking around at the stand that his deranged brother had set up. Now there were two pitches of Kool Aid set up, one cherry and one grape, numerous clear cups, The SHOURI Tournament Championship Trophy, two ladles and sign that over hung in the front which read, "Come Ascend."

"Tell me something "The Grand High Exalted One", why did you bring the SHOURI Trophy with you, didn't you win that over a year ago?"

"Don't be ridiculous my brother, if I had only left Runamuck Hospital a week or so ago I would have had to win this spectacular trophy this week," he says looking both ways awkwardly and as he does so six little girls dressed in Girl Scout uniforms approach. This gives the perfect distraction to pull everyone's attention away from the fact that this timeline makes no sense.

"Please children have some Kool Aid of the Ascension," says Usali with a hint of kindness in his voice as Jacob shakes his head trying to get the little girls to walk away. These little girls though, all with stone cold looks on their faces, do not look to be there on a pleasure visit.

"Listen here losers, this is our turf and we don't appreciate you serving you products around here," says the little girl with the most badges on her sash, while another, the one girl who looks two grades older and is sporting the uni-brow, knocks the pitcher of grape drink on the ground.

"Hey didn't your parents teach you manners," says Usali as Jacob gives a sigh of relief.

"So I think it's time for you princesses pack up this tea party and be on your way," continues the girl with the most badges.

"I think we should do as they say Usali..."

"And if we refuse?" asks Usali.

"Girls, show the fat one what happens when they cut in on our turf."

"The fat one?!?!" yelps Jacob, and as he stands up from his seat he attempts to waddle as fast as he can back to his house. The five other Girl Scouts make chase, tackle Jacob and begin to pummel the crap out of him and his Kool Aid suit.

"Okay you've made your point, give me a box of Samoas and you got yourself a deal," says Usali with a bit of playfulness in his voice.

"Sure, but you owe me three-fifty and they are called Carmel Delights now loser," says the ringleader of the ruthless Girl Scouts as Usali digs in his robe and pays her in all change. She shoots him a dirty look and whistles a sharp loud whistle causing the others to lay off of Jacob. The five walk away in a single file line with the uni-brow pulling up the rear. As they make their way off the lawn uni-brow knocks over the pitcher of cherry Kool Aid and jumps at Usali causing him to flinch.

As Jacob does his best to pull himself off the ground he hears his brother shout, "Eureka!!!" Jacob slowly waddles behind his brother who now has a scroll in his hands rolled open.

"My father has once again come through for me,"

"What are you babbling about fool?"

"A bird just swooped in and dropped this scroll into the SHOURI Championship Cup."

"I saw that scroll sticking out of your sleeve earlier you tart," says Jacob in a very snide way.

"Careful what you say, last time you quested my father you were severely punished and embarrassed if I don't mind saying. I mean come on Jacob they were little girls."

"Shut up this is all your fault," says Jacob with a quiver in his voice. "What the hell is it?"

"It is a contract to only the most prestigious wrestling federation in the world...PWR-1," says Usali looking towards the sky. "The '1' stands for greatness. We now have our national platform to spread The Ascension. QUICK! To the Ascension mobile," says Usali as he makes a break for their garage.

"Oh man, now I have to wear this stupid ass costume on national television," says Jacob as he hangs his head in shame and sulks his way to the garage when he realizes, "NO! Not Mom's station wagon she'll kill us!"

[Mr. Showtime]

Those Monsters!!!

In the dark and dingy basement the combination of boiled sugar and dank mold fills the air. Somewhere in the darkness the whimpering of what seems like a little girl is faintly heard. Suddenly light races in from the top of the stairs and just as quickly disappears with a slam of the door. Someone is entering the basement pounding their feet on each stair, as if they were trying to break them. One pound sounds awkward and is followed by what sounds like a sack of potatoes tumbling end over end down the stairs.

Lying at the bottom of the stairs in a heap is Jacob dressed in his red Kool-Aid Man suit. He has still yet to get the hang of walking around in this overly bulky costume. He searches around the ground until he finds his coke glass black glasses and he attempts to get back to his feet as he places them on his chubby freckled face. He rolls over on to his stomach and manages to pull himself up from his knees with the assistance of the banister. He hears the sound of whimpering and his face goes from alabaster to a shade of pale not known to have existed.

"Good God, he's kidnapped a kid," says Jacob in a panic. Frantically Jacob begins to search the basement knocking things off shelves in his awkward costume. "Hello!?!? Is there anyone here?"

*sniff*"Yes," says the whimpering voice from behind Jacob. In the glow of the fire under the Kool-Aid cooking caldrons he sees that there in someone sitting in the far corner of the basement. Jacob quick to react reaches for the light chain and pulls down on it clicking the light on. The normal white bulb had been replaced with a red one giving the basement the look of a photo developing dark room. To his surprise, though he shouldn't have been, Jacob sees that his lunatic of a brother was curled up in the fetal position on the cement basement floor. "The Grand High Exalted One" Usali Basilisk is dressed in his normal black robe and silver ceremonial mask. Knowing that his brother had found him, Usali sits up only to show that he is wearing a gold title belt and is hugging the SHOURI Championship trophy. Strangely the trophy has a bright green crazy straw with more than seven loopty-loops sticking out of the cup.

"What are you doing down there freak?"

With a long slurp, turning the green straw purple, and a whimper Usali says, "Those monsters destroyed it."

"What monsters...are you drinking your Kool-Aid?"

"They must be in cahoots with those who reside in the Den of the Zen."

"Who reside in the Den of the Zen?"

"The Zen obviously, it's their Den," says Usali as Jacob shakes his head walking right into that comment. Usali gets off the ground with the SHOURI Cup in his hand and the random belt around his waist. Before he joins his brother he ladles out more of his Kool-Aid into the trophy, and with an intoxicated stumble he almost tumbles over into the cauldron itself. "They r-r-r-ruined everything."

"I don't understand what you are talking about fruit loop," says Jacob as he awkwardly steps back away from his brother who he thought might be dangerous at this time. He really had no idea what the Kool-Aid actually did to a person, but he was sure it wasn't good no matter what it was.

"This," starts Usali patting the gold plate of his title belt, "is the only pro-o-off that the SHOURI Title ever existed. Those monsters at PWR-1 erased it from existence. Just like that...poof gone."

"Eh-Hem, you mean PWE," correct Jacob.

"What the hell is PWE?"

"You are now a part of PWE, you followed the ownership...oh whatever."

"The humanity, those jerk faces just deleted the title like it was nothing. All the history that it held and what it meant is all gone."

"Come on Jeffer...errr Grand High Exalted One, it's not worth anything any longer."

"WHAT *Hick-up* HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT?!?!" screams Usali as he grabs for the ladle and hurls it at his brother. Luckily for Jacob, Usali was not much of a thrower and it just bounces off the ground two feet in front of where he threw it from. "It was mine and now no one will ever know it existed. Those tyrants at PWC..."

"PWE," corrects Jacob, but Usali takes no notice.

"I bet that stands for Pusstacious Wussy Cockgobblers," pouts Usali as he jumps up and down in a temper tantrum.

"That's not even close"

"Pretty Stupid Cowgirls?"

"That's even further, since Stupid doesn't even start with a W,"

"Well fine, but they are a bunch of big meanies any ways so there," he says dropping the trophy and crossing his arms in a huff. As if someone had flicked him in the ear, Usali's head jerks to the right and he looks up at the sky. He stands there in silence just shaking his head in agreement. Jacob just looks on in complete confusion, but refuses to break the silence since he didn't want to hear his fool of a brother speak any longer. "YES THAT IS PERFECT FATHER!!!"

"Dear lord," pleads Jacob.

"Father has shown me the correct path again and I shall fix my dilemma."

"Please tell me this has nothing to do with children."

"Though the children are our future, they will have to wait until then," says Usali as Jacob breathes a sigh of relief. "First I must pay back the dictatorship of PMS..."

"PWE," says Jacob in a moan as Usali just continues.

"by taking back what is rightfully mine. I will use the power of my father to show everyone that I have more PMS than everyone else."

"You want to show everyone that you have PMS?"

"Yeah I am chock full of PMS and I don't care who knows it. I'll show it by winning the PMS Title," says Usali in a menacing tone. "I will beat all of the PMS out of Lincoln Hart and smack Noish so hard that my PMS knocks his goggles off his face."

"Noish doesn't have goggles any longer there is a bandana around his face though," again chimes in Jacob.

With a loud whine, "OHHHHH!!! BUT I LIKED THE GOGGLES THEY WERE SILLY. I thought they could look into my PMS rich soul." Jacob looks at his brother with a shake of his head. "Okay since he has no goggles I will have to rid him of all of his PMS so there is no doubt that I can be the only one worthy of hold the PMS title. I will be the PMS Grand Champion...ooooo it gives me goose bumps."

"Okay Grand High Exalted One," says Jacob as Usali stumbles over his feet again. He puts his cubby arm over the black robe covered shoulder of his brother and guides his to the couch. "Here just lay down here."

"I am the PMS-iest," reaffirms Usali and he slowly lies on the couch.

"Of course you are big guy," says Jacob as Usali outreaches his hands and lets out a few solid whines, directing Jacobs attention to a Sippy cup on the table. It was the kind with the round bottom, which weebles and wobbles but doesn't fall down. Jacob hands over the cup and Usali curls up hugging his cup and rubbing his belt as he slowly drifts to sleep like a toddler.

[Mr. Showtime]

I Can See Clearly Now...Wait Too Soon???

In the hollow depths of the basement in Suburbia, USA the air is so enriched with mold and sugar that just by lighting a match might crystallize it to it's original form. The sound of maniacal laughter can be heard echoing throughout the area. The darkened basement, lit only by a dim reddish glow, gets a shot of white florescent light which vanishes with the slamming of the door. Seconds after the ambiance of the basement returns to normal, a large white box slams down on the cement floor, followed by the sound of heavy feet slamming down on the stairs.

A bit winded Jacob, sans Kool-Aid Suit, bursts into the basement. His wild ginger hair can be seen in full, but his coke glass style glasses still seem to be trying to escape from his face. He stands there short and stout breathing heavily glaring down at the box. The sound of maniacal is heard again as "The Grand High Exalted One" Usali Basilisk steps out from the shadows leaning on his black and silver cane, his hand across his black robed stomach and silver ceremonial mask cocked back.

"MWAH-HA-HA-HA-HA," laughs Usali until Jacob kicks the box at his brother, hitting Usali's toes, and he lets out a, "OOOOOOO."

"I'm done," says Jacob in the toughest tone he could muster though there was a significant shake in his voice.

"Done with what my young Pillali? And where is you wonderful costume?" says Usali looking at his brother, head turning until his ear hits his shoulder.

"I'm done with that costume and I am done with you."

"Is it the color? I mean I would get other colors for you, but the Kool-Aid Man is red so..."

"It's not the fucking costume Jeffery! I cannot associate myself with someone as dangerous as you. It's only a matter of time until someone else gets hurt even worse."

"But I can see clearly now," says Usali with a hint of a tune in his voice.

"That's just fantastic for you but Lincoln Hart my never see again," he says with a very worrisome look on his face.

"But the rain is gone."

"It's my fault too, I never expected you to smash that man in the face with the pitcher. How could I? I just expected you to throw the juice in his face or force him to drink it," says Jacob, clearly full of guilt, with a tear trickling down his face.

"I can see all obstacles in my way," continues Usali not sure if he's just caught up in the line or really trying to convince his brother of something.

"What? What obstacles you may have blinded that poor man, and next you're going to get into it with Andrew Morgan who is a very dangerous person."

"It's going to be a bright, BRIGHT, bright, bright sunshiny day," says Usali as his brother, in frustration turns on his heels and attempts to escape. As if snapping into consciousness, Usali whips his cane off the ground and smacks it lightly down on his brother's shoulder. "You're in deeper than you can possibly know my brother and turning your back now would be a very big mistake."

"Uhh..." whimpers Jacob, realizing that this situation had changed from crazy to very dangerous, very quickly.

"I never meant to hurt anyone brother and I hope you realize this, but the nonbelievers must be dealt with mercilessly. I can see clearly now, that there is only one obstacle left standing in my way," says Usali, his playful crazy voice drastically changing to a tone of sheer seriousness.

"Morgan," says Jacob with a gulp.

"That is correct my young Pillali!" says Usali lowering his cane with his mask staring deep into his brothers face. "I feel like I have failed you and for that I am truly sorry. I have not been able to show to you that our ways are necessary to covert the nonbelievers and all else shall suffer the consequences. The wheels are already in motion and followers have begun to find me. The exposure that we have gained form PRU has been most satisfying."

"PWE," corrects Jacob.

"Numaki smiles greatly upon us and my father, Skilups, has provided me the strength to move on. It is my destiny to be the most revered wrestler in WET."

"PWE," again corrects Jacob.

"With the Gods giving me the power that I need I will easily obtain the pinnacle of greatness in PUK and be their champion. After that the world will bow down before us. It is only a matter of time before all of those misguided fools in the crowd adorn the ceremonial black robes. Our Gods are powerful and with their help and strength there is no one who can stand in our way," as Usali rants on with his holy babble he has slowly been walking his terrified brother into a wall. Now they stand face to silver mask, Jacob ghostly white and Usali full of passion.

"Okay I will help you, but you have to promise not to hurt anyone. That is the only reason I joined in the first place, I mean come on Jeffery..."

"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT USING MY SLAVE NAME!!!"

"I am sorry Grand High Exalted One," says Jacob with a sarcastic sigh. Jacob, not really sure what to do next, bows his head and attempts to sneak towards the stairs.

Usali lets him go, but then shouts out, "Jacob, aren't you forgetting something?" As these words escape Uasli's lips Jacob freezes. With his cane he slides the white box across the floor to the foot of the stairs. "Nothing has changed so the costume is still necessary. The children love you and in turn will bring them to me. We will forget that you shortly lost your way, because even the most loyal of sheep stray from the gaggle."

"Gaggle is geese," corrects Jacob.

"Herd?"

"Cattle."

"Pod?"

"Whales."

"Pride?"

"Lions."

"School?"

"Fish."

"Murder?"

"Crows."

"Crash?"

"Rhinos."

"Flock?"

"Yes it's a flock."

"PERFECT! Wait what were we talking about?" questions Usali in his stupor.

"Nothing of importance," says Jacob and he rushes up the stairs with the white box in hand. Usali turns back towards his cauldrons and begins to laugh his maniacal laugh.

[Mr. Showtime]

The Inner Circle!!!

It's close to midnight as there is an eerie silence all around the windy and cold grassy meadow. The wind howls, breaking the silence and though there is no rain a flash of lightning illuminates the sky, followed by the crackling roar of thunder. In the briefly lit sky, it is seen that this is not just an ordinary meadow but the grassy ground is accompanied by many marble headstones.

Again the sky is illuminated by the lightning, but this time there are two people standing is a small clearing. One of them is a small rotund man wearing a red Kool-Aid Man suit, and the other is none other than "The Grand High Exalted One" Usali Basilisk. His brother is standing close behind, as Usali waves his black robed arms all around his body. Usali's arms shoot out to the sides, making a lowercase 't' with his body, and in a flash he brings his hands together in a loud clap. At this point the lightning flashes again and small blue flames begin to pop up around the duo.

Jacob looks around in terror and stutters, "B-b-b-but how?"

"My father is he who controls all which is and resides in the sky, and he has leant us his light for this interesting meeting," says Usali with a bit of smugness in his voice. He snaps his fingers and motions to his brother. Jacob quickly hands over Usali's cane, which he had been holding on to, and he is even quicker to put some distance between the two. Ever since their last real encounter Usali has been much colder to his brother, and though it seems as if he doesn't mean to, it is obvious.

"Where are we?" asks Jacob.

"Our whereabouts are not of your concern, maybe one day you will be able to know, but at this point there is still far too much you do not realize," says Usali still not looking at his brother. "There is one that we are waiting for, for he is the first I will personally be inviting into our inner circle. He is one that has shown great strength and courage, and if he is smart he will accept my offer.

"You know I liked you when you were much loopier and less scary," says Jacob under his breath.

"What was that?" demands Usali, his eyes flashing red as rubies in his mask.

"I-I-I-I-I-I," attempts Jacob, but at that moment there is a commotion from outside the circle.

Usali looks straight at the noise and says, "Please my brother there is much to discuss."

"Brother?" says the man from the side and as he gets closer you can see that it is Usali's tag partner for this week, Noish. He is dressed in all white, with his white mask covering the lower half of his face and a confused look in his eyes. "What do you want?"

"To discuss that what we have much to do," says Usali in a confusing way. Noish walks into the circle of light blue flames and gets face to face with Usali, not intimidated at all. To Noish's surprise Usali opens his arms wide and gives Noish a large hug.

"What are you doing?" asks Noish.

"What? Brothers gotta hug."

"You don't hug me you just scare the shit out of me," says Jacob.

"What?" asks Usali shooting Jacob a look that causes him to jump back, but brings his attention quickly back to Noish. "We have invited you into the inner circle and you have been accepted by Numaki, so I must ask you please will you convert your ways and join The Ascension."

"I'm not sure what you are talking about but I have no desire to join you little cult," says Noish with a stern tone.

"Please hear me out, turning down an offer like this is a big mistake. Bad things happen to those who do not conform their way and worship he who created all."

"Is that a threat?" says Noish expanding his chest under his white robe.

"Please understand Monsieur Noish, I make not threats only promises. I have been given the awesome task to show the world the ways of The Ascension and I plan to do so. You have been the first in WWJD..."

"PWE," corrects Jacob.

"Right! You were the first to be chosen to enter the inner circle and you have passed the first test," says Usali in an endearing tone. "I promise with the Gods on your side there is no failure."

"Gods? You don't actually expect people to buy into this garbage do you?" asks Noish.

"I have been very respectful towards you Monsieur Noish and I would expect the same in return," says Usali slamming his cane down in the grass. "I don't expect everyone to be believers immediately, but you will see that this is the only way. Already there has been more and more followers emerging each day, and they are ready to follow every command of the great and powerful Numaki."

"I think you are a bit out of your mind," states Noish. In response Usali snaps and holds his hand out to his real brother.

Jacob hands Usali a silver chalice and Usali says, "Please sip from the cup of Ascension and see the ways."

"I don't think so," says Noish as he smacks the Kool-Aid filled cup out of Usali's hand. Usali in shock looks down as the red juice seeps into the ground and looks back at Noish. His eyes grow red in anger, but he says nothing more. Noish stares Usali down for a few additional second and steps out of the circle of blue flames.

When Noish is out of earshot Usali growls, "That is the biggest mistake of his live." As these words escape his lips the circle of blue flames disappear as do Usali and Jacob.

[Mr. Showtime]

I Don't Need Parts To All Of My RPs!!! - Part 1

It's bitterly cold out in the deserted cemetery and the only noise that can be heard is the howling of the wind. It's around midnight, and the blackness of the sky bears down on the area in an eerie way. The stars that are generally in the sky are absent and though the moon hangs high it is missing its ominous glow. As the wind howls the trees bow to it and scratch at anything that is at a branches reach.

The wind suddenly dies down as rustling in the grass is heard. The sound of one pair of footsteps can be heard, even though two silhouettes come from the shadows. One is a bulbous shape and the other stands in silent grace. The black outline of the more slender figure's arm extends and non-English words are heard.

"Fortuous neeleek Iferatus nox kitow," is stated bold and loudly and at the end of the saying a ball of blue flames burst from nowhere. The light of the blue flame illuminates the surrounding area, revealing the duo. The more bulbous man is Jacob, dressed in his red Kool-Aid Man costume, waddling his fastest to catch up with his brother. His brother, "The Grand High Exalted One" Usali Basilisk, stands stone still with his arm outstretched and the torch in his hand emanating the blue light. The sleeve of his long black robe hangs down as the blue light reflects in his silver ceremonial mask. As Jacob stumbles next to his brother, Usali sticks out his hand and beckons for his long black cane with the silver handle.

"How...What..." stammers Jacob as he hands over the cane.

"Take this and stay close," demands Usali as he shoves the torch at his round counterpart.

In awe Jacob looks at the torch in his hand and asks, "How?"

"I prayed my brother, to Iferatus, the deity of fire and all that burns. He has granted us the greatness of the Blue Flame of Teemus."

"Huh?" dumbly grunts Jacob.

"Teemus was Iferatus' first son, who had been cast out of the heavens for being worthless," lectures Uasali. "Teemus was given the task to find the unfindable which lied in the unthinkable and was regarded highly undoable. This task was to search out the legendary Blue Flame which will guide you directly to that which you are looking for."

"If it was unfindable than how could he find it?" asks Jacob as he begins to lead the way.

"Well, remember the Gods have a way and though Teemus was a disappointment to his father and the other Gods he still was one of them. And before the dawn of man this world was much different, and still held many mysteries that Numaki needed the Gods to solve."

"Wait you said that Numaki was all knowing why would he need the Gods to solve these mysteries?"

"Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day, teach a man to fish and he will learn to bait a hook," says Usali as seriously as he could muster.

"No that's not right at all," says Jacob. "It's teach a man to fish and he will eat for a lifetime."

"Still the point remains the same, the other Gods were foolish with their powers and needed to learn the responsibly to use them. So Teemus spent many unknown amount of year searching the world for the Blue Flame, and when all seemed lost Teemus gave up trying to find the unfindable Blue Flame," and with this statement Usali gets silent and just follows on.

After a few seconds Jacob blurts out, "SO THEN WHAT?"

"Excuse me?" calmly replies Usali.

"How did he find it?" pleads Jacob. "He must have or we wouldn't have it now."

"He never found it," says Usali as he wipes away the dust from one of the pillars of a mausoleum, revealing the symbol of a coiled snake with a pair of crossed swords behind it. "You see my brother it is impossible to find the unfindable. Once Teemus realized this and stopped his fruitless search the Blue Flame found him."

"Whoa..." says an awestruck Jacob.

"With the power of the Blue Flame, Teemus was able to return to the heavens and presented the flame to his father as a selfless gift. Achieving this great feat changed Teemus and now he sits at the right hand of Numaki as one of his most trusted advisors," says Usali in an approving tone. "Which is the reason we are here tonight. We have much to announce."

"Announce?" asks Jacob as he watches his brother press the symbol and the wall of the mausoleum slides open. Usali begins to descend the stairs that now lay ahead of them, as Jacob looks at the flame realizing that he had lead the duo to exactly where they were going. He notices that Usali was getting away so Jacob scurries after, getting stuck in the tight passageway. He pops out of the passage way and tumbles down the stairs as the spiral down numerous stories and he lands at the feet of his dark robed brother. Lucky for him he wears the padded costume or he could have been seriously hurt, instead of just severely dizzy.

"Get a hold of yourself Jacob, your acting in an embarrassing manner."

"Me embarrassing?" replies Jacob finding the irony in that statement. With a few turns Jacob uses his momentum to get to his knees, and uses the walls to pull himself to his feet.

"Can you sense them? The Gods are smiling down on our job well done, for we have increased our numbers a great deal and brought them together."

"Brought who?" asks Jacob.

As these words leave Jacob's lips Usali can be heard repeating his prayer, "Fortuous neeleek Iferatus nox kitow." With those words the blue flame on Jacob's torch extinguishes it's self and blue flames sprout out in front of them, poofing up in a circle around a countless amount of hooded people in black robes. Jacob stumbles back in shock as the final two flames poof up next to a wooded lectern. The duo had stepped onto a stage and as Usali approaches the lectern Jacob notices that the only other person present on the stage is Noish dressed in one of his long white robes.

"Toolu molici sunene Numaki, tis foll yoilkie Numaki," says Usali in the language of the ancients. "For those of you that have yet to learn the language of the ancients this means; In the beginning there was only Numaki and in the end there will be only Numaki.

In unison the crowd of people chant, "Toolu molici sunene Numaki, tis foll yoilkie Numaki." Jacob is literally beside himself. When it was just his crazy brother that was one thing, and even when other that Usali had direct contact with was somewhat expected. However, this was crazy. People that had only seen Usali in PWE were coming from all corners of the map to worship his so-called Gods. The thing that worried him the most was that some of this nonsense was beginning to make sense.

"I am glad that all of you could be here with us tonight and I assure you that this will not disappoint. The first decree and foremost I wanted to make it public that I have officially changed my robe to that of "The Grand High Exalted One." I wanted to do this in front of you so there was no confusion that it was me," and as he says this Usali quickly rips the black patch from over his heart revealing a silver Ascension symbol, the coiled snake with the crossed swords. "Whenever a member of the Ascension is in need and sees this symbol, a helping hand will be extended towards them."

The crowd jumps back at this drastic change in image but after a few moments, to let it really sink in, the crowd cheers their Grand High Exalted One. Jacob looks baffled by how insignificant this seems as Noish just politely applauds.

"Thank you my children. For my second decree I shall formally introduce you to the first member of my inner circle. It is true that those chosen few that have will be selected are that which the Gods smile upon. Noish..." Usali attempt to introduce him but the crowd goes wild for the first member to be accepted into the Inner Circle of "The Ascension." Noish waves to them but just stays there silent. "Please my children, Noish has acted admirably though helping stop the vile Andrew Morgan."

At the mention of Andrew Morgan's name the unruly mob erupts in boos and hisses. Over the jeers only the following statements could be heard."

"I saw him punch a baby."

"He killed my puppy, Baxter."

"He turned me into a newt...What? I got better."

"He had sex with a mule...and liked it too much."

Usali, attempting to calm the mob continues, "Please we all know the type of fiend that he is and I will personally handle him. The Gods had foretold to me that I will face the greatest evil when I took the honor as The Grand High Exalted One, and his name is Andrew Morgan! With the help of the God I will smite his in the smitiest way someone can be smited," says Usali as the mob cheers for him again. "I will take these broken wings and learn to fly again, learn to live so free."

The mob begins to sway at the sermon of their mighty leader. Jacob can only shake his head causing his whole body to shake as if he were dancing. Usali looks back to his brother and thinking he is dancing give him a hearty thumbs up.

"Jacob is right this is a dancing moment," as Usali says this he begins to flail around the stage are if to ward off a hive of attacking hornets. He stops suddenly and returns to his spot at the lectern and says, "Please there is one more very important degree. As I have mention Noish has been chosen to be the first of my inner circle, but there are others that will be joining us, and soon. I have been in talks with them, and we have decided that their identities must be a secret until the Gods deem fit to reveal them."

A simultaneous sigh of disappointment comes from the crowd as Usali continues, "Please my children I do have such a treat that some of you may wet your robes."

"Too late," is shouted from the mob.

"Tonight I would like to inform you that I have chosen a Grand Advisor and he is here tonight. He is actually in the crowd tonight. Please welcome the one and only..." right before Usali is able to reveal the name of his high advisor Noish grabs his sleeve and whispers something into Usali's ear. "My apologies I am not able to reveal his name at this time, but he shall make his presence known."

A load crash of a gong rings out over the crowd and from the back moving forward the mob begins to part down the center. In the mist of the crowd a dark man is seen splitting the way. The man is adorning a silver ceremonial robe with the hood pulled over his head and his head hanging low, so his face is not to be seen. He slowly stalks his way to the stage and joins the other chosen members of the inner circle, and Jacob.

"The children of The Ascension, I have been chosen and as we grow this will be the dawn of a new age. This will be an age of peace but the road to peace is paved with war. The Grand High Exalted One has chosen me to help him on him quest and I could not be happier. My identity will be known, but for now mystery is our greatest asset," says the High Advisor.

"With that please take care and Toolu molici sunene Numaki, tis foll yoilkie Numaki," and as these words are spoken the blue flames extinguish themselves. The four people on the stage vanish by the time the mob is able to bring light back to the room.

[Mr. Showtime]

Pointing Fingers!!!

In the dark and gloomy suburban basement there is a commotion going on. First there is a loud explosion filling the basement with smoke that smells like burnt sugar. This noise is followed by a series of what seems like falling pots and pans. The basement door opens allowing the normal bright light to fill the dimly lit basement. The sound of footsteps stomping down the stairs is heard as the door slams shut. In bursts Jacob in his red Kool-Aid man suit with a very worried look on his pale freckled face.

"What do you want?" asks a dark and disturbed voice.

From the shadows steps "The Grand High Exalted One" Usali Basilisk dressed in his long black robe, his silver ceremonial mask and his long black cane with the silver handle. It clack hard on the ground as he approaches his brother, causing Jacob to take a few hesitant steps backwards.

"What is going on down here?" asks Jacob.

"We must double our efforts to recruit, for the Gods are unhappy with you."

"Me? Why me?"

"Isn't it obvious, it is all your fault that I lost to that unholy beast Andrew Morgan," explains Usali. "You are the one that handed him the chair, and I almost think that you did it on purpose in order to stop me."

"That's completely ridiculous," stammers Jacob throwing up his hands.

"Is it really? I know you don't completely agree with the ways yet and I understand that some people are harder to break through than others, but if I continue to see this type of insubordinates you will be very sorry."

"I swear I was only trying to help."

"I do not need your help, all the help I need is the help of the Gods," demands Usali slamming his cane down. "They are the ones who put me in this position and I don't intend to let them down. There are a few things we need to do. First we must increase our efforts in recruitment. We need more wrestlers to convert their ways and I know who to target."

"I think you are barking up the wrong tree with Koresh."

"Oh why is that brother?"

"You want to get a man who is trying to do anything to make a separate image from his father. His Father was in situations similar to The Ascension."

"You lack serious faith my brother," interjects Usali. "I want you to understand that it is his destiny to join with us and the Gods have told this to me. Destiny is a very strong persuader and it's only a matter of time that he decides to embrace it. Next we must deal with my opponents this week. Noish and I need to show all of these fool what it means to defy The Ascension and these two nonbelievers will pay if they do not convert their ways."

"I think you might be underestimating these two."

"That may be so but I do not underestimate the power of the Gods and through me their master plan with be revealed," says Usali. "And above all our main interest lies with that arrogant cheating bastard Andrew Morgan. He has defied us for the final time and he will surly pay for his sins. I have much work to do here Jacob and I must return, so that means you must disappear before I make you disappear."

This is something that will never need to be asked twice of Jacob. At the request he dashes for the stairs and within seconds he is no where to be found as Usali fades back into the shadows.

[Mr. Showtime]

A Plan Coming Together!!!

In the dark and dingy basement there is a low hanging cloud of smoke filling the ceiling. The red ominous light is dim made even dimmer so trying to escape the clouds. The door at the top of the stair squeaks and a rush of white light fills the stair well. Just as soon as it appears the door slams shut relinquishing all traces. Soft foot steps are heard, almost gliding down the stairs.

In the midst of the smoke a man in a silver robe steps off the last step. He has his head hung low as he surveys his surroundings. From the densest area of clouds a shadow begins to grow darker until it forms into a long black robe with silver lining and the symbol of "The Ascension" over his heart. It's none other than "The Grand High Exalted One" Usali Basilisk clacking his cane on the cement flow as he approaches. The man in the silver stands strong looking at his own reflection in the silver ceremonial mask of Usali.

"High Advisor, I am glad that you could join me," says Usali with a sort of boyish charm.

"It is a pleasure," says the High Advisor. "What are you cooking up back there?"

"As the Ascension grows so does the need for more of the Drink of Ascension," says Usali. "We have it in cherry, grape and now Ecto Cooler. Would you like to have a try?"

"No I am alright. Strategy is what is important at this time."

"Have you brought the files?" asks Usali as the High Advisor reaches into his robe and retrieves several envelopes. Usali waves his advisor over to a small card that has a load of basement junk all over. Usali sweeps off the table in one swift motion sending objects flying.

The High Advisor spreads the envelopes across the table and says, "These are the chose for the inner circle."

"Excellent! Things are coming to fruittishion!"

"Fruitishion?" curiously asks the High Advisor.

"Yes! It's when something is going very well, as one who studies fruit," says Usali in a matter of fact way, as he reaches for one of the envelopes. He flips open the first envelope and continues, "Noish was a very solid attrition to the circle and he show his power last week in obtaining the victory of us. He is true a gifted body and Numaki smiles down on him."

"Yes Noish will be essential to all of our plans these are the other three that you had requested."

"Even Nathaniel's?"

"Yes even his."

"Numaki has shown great interest in this one and assures me that he will choose his destiny correctly."

"And the other two?"

"They will come as well, with less resistance than Nathaniel," assures Usali. "But alas I see that you have brought me another folder. Is there one that you may think it worth?"

"Yes, there is one that if we can convince to join we could be unstoppable."

"High Advisor, we are already unstoppable with the power of Numaki on our side," says Usali as he leans over the table towards his company. He picks up the file closest to the High Advisor and looks it over. He gioves a curious moan as he rubs the chin of his silver ceremonial mask. "Are you sure my brother?"

"Positive," says the High Advisor sharply.

"I think that this one is not ready to join the ranks of The Ascension, he is a nonbeliever. He doesn't understand."

"He will understand that he has no choice. He will see that the power of Numaki is great and will have to see the errors of his ways," says the High Advisor showing emotion in his voice. "You have shown me the way and I promise you that this one is ready to believe."

"Wowsers you are getting me excited! You have been chosen for a reason and I like your moxie," says Usali as he slams the folder to the table.

"He will be the perfect addition."

"I know that you are confident in this, but what if he doesn't join? What if he chooses the path of the fallen?"

"Then it is time for the Ascension to show what happens to those who choose the wrong path," grimly says the High Advisor.

"Eureka!" exclaims Usali as he pulls something from in his robe. "There is nothing that can stand in our way now, not even that Vile Andrew Morgan. HE SHALL PAY!!!"

"He will, I assure you. First we need our numbers to grow."

"The followers are gathering and in the name of Numaki we shall rule over all!" exclaims Usali as he gathers the folders together, keeping the questionable member on top.

"I must be going. Treat this wisely Brother, or it can go very badly for our new friend," says the High Advisors as the two start laughing into the smoke and as Usali looks back from his chuckle he sees that his advisor has vanished.

[Mr. Showtime]

A Higher Purpose!!!

It is dark and dingy in this basement somewhere in Suburbia, USA. The normal red light that generally fills this area has been replaced with a normal light bulb and though there isn't the regular smoke filling the air the scent of burnt sugar and mold hangs in the air. The basement for once is silent and though the light is on, the light is only filling the center of the room. In this light you can see that the place is a complete and utter mess. There are boxes everywhere and what had once had a place on the various shelves is now strewn about.

The basement door at the top of the stairs creaks open, illuminating the stairwell, slamming shut shortly afterwards. Heavy footstep stomp down the stairs and in bursts Jacob, in his red Kool-Aid man suit. The actual light catches him off guard as he freezes at the bottom of the steps. He surveys the area, the suit causing his entire body to turn in order to do so, but there is no one to be seen. Cautiously he steps near the two large black unlit cauldrons, but even these shadows are vacant.

In the pit of Jacob's stomach he feels a hard ache. His brother must have left the house unsupervised and he could be anywhere. The thoughts of his loon of a brother out there alone begin to flash through Jacob's mind. Every one of his worst nightmares suddenly come true in his overactive imagination as he drops to his knees, attempting to keep his balance. Suddenly he notices a glimmer in the far corner of the basement, on the opposite side of the cauldrons. Using all of his strength he pulls himself off the ground using a shelf, knocking more items to the ground. Wobbly to his feet, Jacob makes his way over to the glimmer only to find the silver ceremonial mask of "The Grand High Exalted One" Usali Basilisk.

"He's not wearing it?" thinks Jacob out loud. Jacob grabs the mask, but as he does so a commotion is heard from deeper into the shadows, causing Jacob to jump back.

"What the hell are you doing here?" yells a familiar voice, but not quiet deep as usual.

"I-I-I-I..." stammers Jacob.

"You've touched my mask!" yells out "The Grand High Exalted One" Usali Basilisk. He steps out of the shadows with his black robe's hood pulled over his head guarding his face. A terrified Jacob just outstretches his arms, with mask still in hand, and returns it to it's rightful owner. Usali snatches it from Jacob's hands and turns his back on his brother. The hood flops down against Usali's back, revealing his short ginger hair as he replaces the mask over his head.

Usali turns back to his brother, his eyes raging in bright red, and he says, "How dare you touch the mask of The Grand High Exalted One!"

"I just saw it there and I was going to give it back...I swear."

"I don't believe you," says Usali clearly enraged. "You wanted to keep the power of the mask for yourself...DIDN'T YOU?!?!"

"No I swear," says Jacob now cowering.

"Oh," says Usali calming himself instantly. "Why didn't you just say so?"

"What?"

"I mean if you were going to just grab it you should have just said so. I wouldn't have minded, you just got me nervous."

"What were you doing over there in the corner without your mask? This is the first time I have seen you without it since you returned home."

"DID YOU SEE MY FACE?!?!"

"No!" screams Jacob.

"Good," says Usali calm again. "I was praying to the high deity Numaki. There have been many unforeseen events that have happened this week and I needed guidance."

"What about your high advisor?"

"I have already talked with him and there is no story there. Numaki has called upon me again to continue the great fight," says Usali getting a bit sincere in his tone. "You see my brother, Numaki is always hardest on the strongest, for we are those who can handle it. I just cannot figure out his plan."

"And you needed to do that maskless?"

"I cannot hide my face while addressing the great and powerful Oz...I mean Numaki."

"Well was part of his plan for me to set that table up for you, where you nearly killed Jake Slade?"

"Yes it was," reassures Usali. "Jake Slade was an ignorant fool, who had a chance to be something great, and now he will spend the remainder of his days regretting it. You helped with this my brother and I am proud of you. You stepped up when it was needed."

"I don't know Jeffery...errr...Grand High Exalted One."

"Ah I see my Palili is unsure of himself," says Usali as he circles his brother. "Please brother, have a seat there is some things that I must share with you." As Usali says this he pulls out the chair that sits next to the small card table. He waves for his brother to sit, but as Jacob tries he finds that sitting in this bulbous costume is easier said than done. He holds onto the bottom of the chair, so he doesn't anger his brother again. Usali slides the folders that the High Advisor had brought to Usali the previous week.

"I don't understand?"

"Listen here my brother, there is no such thing as accidents," says Usali as he takes the seat across from his brother. "What you may conceive as an accident is just Numaki's will when you don't expect it. You setting up that table, was no accident. You were meant to help us make an example out of a filthy nonbeliever." Usali slides the open folder with Jake Slade's personal information and photo.

"But how did you get this?"

"The followers of the Ascension will do anything in the name of Numaki," says Usali, looking at his brother turning his head crooked. "The High Advisor is a very powerful person and though I cannot tell you who he is I can tell you he is dedicated to the cause. That is why I called you here today. It is time that you start what you are here for."

"And that is?"

"Recruitment of course. There is a folder here that I want you to take care of," says Usali as he hands the folder to his brother. "Don't read it yet but please, know that this will not be an easy person to recruit. He may not even join at the end of the day, but Numaki has asked that he be added to our ranks. It is no accident that this man has been pulled into our business. I trust you Jacob and failure is not an option."

"I don't know..."

"If you are not confident than you will never succeed!"

"And if he doesn't join?"

"Then you will both be very sorry," says Usali as Jacob gives a hard gulp.

"What about Morgan?" asks Jacob.

"It is egregious that Frank Samson thinks he can get away with teaming the two of us up."

"But it isn't an accident, is it? I mean it would have to be Numaki's plan for you two to be teamed."

"Bah that's...that's ridiculous...no outrageous...no preposterous...no it's a word that ends in ous and is worse than all of the others."

"But you said Numaki has a plan for all of us."

"Yes he does and my plan is to destroy Andrew Morgan," and as Usali says this the white light bulb drops out of the hanging lamp and the basement goes dark, A shuffling of papers and the scampering of feet are heard from the darkness. Up the stairs is heavy stomping and the door creaks open then slams shut. Jacob would not stay in the dark with his insane brother.