Run, run, as fast as you can! You can't catch me I'm the gingerbread man!


OOC: Contact the Trickster or his mun here at your own risk. If you want him to mess with you, we can work something out! :D

The trickster was raucous, his body wracked with tremors he was laughing so hard.
"You're kidding, right? I mean, you really are not that dense!"

The hunter had finally cornered him at the candy shop, had her gun trained on him and the stake in her pocket.

"I don't get it. Why here? Why candy?"
"Oh, of course you need answers."
"Tell me!"
"I just saw this episode of Buffy, with contaminated candy," he mumbled, and started laughing. She cocked the gun and shot at him, but he rolled his eyes and caught the bullet, which had transformed into a chocolate coin. "Okay, don't get your very nice lace thong in a twist. You wanna know why?"
She just cocked her head, and pulled out the stake. The trickster shook his head.
"The answer is why not? If you had the unlimited power that I have, what would you do? In fact - when you were a kid I bet you used to sit out on the sidewalk with a magnifying glass frying ants, didn't you Jessica?"
"Ants aren't humans, and that's sick."
"But you didn't say you never did it. You just don't get it. You people are fascinating creatures, Jessie-babe. You just do wonderful things when put in the right situations, and sometimes you're fun and you do wrong things. Mostly, it's predictable. But when you throw in a new component, say candy that makes you act on your innermost desires? Well that just makes life peachy-keen," he smiled.
"It also gets people killed. People get hurt," she spat.
"And that's my fault? You're the ones with the savage, destructive instincts! You're the ones that refuse to recognize your true natures. You're hunting me down, intent on killing me. How are you any different? Huh?"

And she had no answer, because there wasn't one. That's why he did what he did - sometimes people needed to be splashed with cold water. They needed to be reminded not to step too far out of line, because they were usually as bad as the things they hunted.