Virus, child of Gentleman Joker

Stepping out of a darken black blurr, Gentleman Joker discovers his entered the Medical Ward. A quite simple place. White and clean, beds made out ready for patients. A desk in the corner where he guess Miss Knottalia would write her medical notes at.



Unfortantly Miss Knottalia didn't seem to be present. And yet one of the beds was occupied a young girl, who slept hugging a needle nose barreled rifle, like a cuddle teddy.



Step forth to an empty bed, he lays the unconious clone in his arms, out across its sheets. Turning he split he splits himself in two. Then addresses the newly made clone, "Go and find Knotty. She most likely attending Lord Dross wirms."

The clone bows, and vanishes in a darken black blurr. Seeing this Gentleman Joker amazes himself. He was unware he had developed this new unquie abilitie till now. He wonder if it has anything to do with what that boy Deziz did to his clone.

Turning his attention back to the clone on bed, he notice it was awake again. It sat with its arms round its knees, its masked face layed on the sidetable.... Gentleman Joker just realised, his clone was not wearing its masked face. As he looked up and stared into the prettiest round chinned face of a young girl. He hadn't taken in the fact the clone actually had breasts.



It amazed him, at the same time shocked him, as he took a step back in surprise. A female clone, intriguing was all he could think.

She begun to weep again, into her knees. Gentleman Joker step forth, pulling out a handknief from his pocket and hands it to her. "Don't cry child. We're get to the bottom of this, together."

Walking into the room holding the diagnostics of the young girl in bed, Knottilia wondered over to the young female that sat on the bed holding her knees with Joker sitting next to her. "Well this is a nice suprise, glad to see you again so soon" . A innocent smile came from her, as her long white hair flickered down her teachers jacket flowing towards the ground.

(Knottalia's one of many forms)


"So what seems to be the problem?" Looking at the young lady that has her back turned to everyone, "Your clone said that this young girl is one of your clones". Knottalia walks over to the side of the female clone and inspects her physical condition.

"If you would indulge me, how did this happen? What were the physical and mental changes?" As she asked
the questions Knotalia prodded and poked around the females body noticing different changes across her physique.

"Hmmm... that am afraid would aquire some exampling," Gentleman Joker says, looking toward Knottilia, while raising from the bed so he could get out of her way. The young girl that once was his clone seemed to now be staring into space, taken little notice of Knottilia's touch.

Gentleman Joker continues as he steps away, "I have had dealings in the past with the horsemen..."

"Apocalyspe horsemen," the young girl intruppets, still staring into space.

Gentleman Joker looks at her, slightly tooking back, but continous, "Yes, Apocalyspe horsemen. Dreadful manners the whole lot of them, especially War, he never liked me. Or anyone to come to think about it." He waves his hand at the thought and takes a seat at Knottilia's medical desk. "But anyways, if am right, I might have pissed them off, when I intruppeted the destruction of Yu Primal system. You know they use to make the lovest tea there. hehehe."

He pulls out the silver pocket watch and opens it to look inside. "Anyways, like I said, I kind of pissed them off. And it seems today during my weapons class, one of their sons. A boy called Deziz, nasted child, never had a wash in his life. Proably never heard of a bath till he met me. hehehe." A faint smile grew under his mask at the thought. "It seems Deziz sneaked into my class and attempted to seek revenge for his family by infecting one of my clones. Unfortantly I don't know if this," he gestures towards the young girl. "was what he intended. If anything I think he expected his foul diseased virus to infect all of my clones and me, possible killing me all together."

He stops to laugh. The young girl giggles to herself as well as if she understood the strange joke, Gentleman Joker had made.

"Thats about it really," he finally says, once he stops laughing. "My clone transformed into that, now seems to have a life of its own, and breasts." The little girl turns to him and sticks out her tongue at him, while pulling down one eyelid at that remake.



"As for me, I don't feel like I have been infected, but I have noticed I can move around alot faster as if am lighter." He closes the pocket watch after noticing that there were no deaths today to forsee. "What do you think my lady?"

Finishing her examination on her physical form, Knottilia stands up perking her glasses towards her nose drawing closer to her eyes, "As it seem's she has developed a single unique perosnality of her own, as well as seperating all ties and connections that was once yours. Here we have a young girl made from you, in a sence...You are the father..." As she perks a brow writing notes in her boarder paper.

"It also seem,s she has rappidly developed her own set of skills...Traits if you will from you, however similare they do still have thier disadvantages. After all, no one can completly copy a persons skills or powers to the full extend of the original host." She turns away from the young girl going over to the youth that laid beside her gun, "Poor thing....Found on the boarders of the Netherworld...Almost Eaten alive by Vespa..." Knottilia places her pen and board to the side, then goes towards the girls face opening one of her eyes.

"Figmentations suggest this young girl has been tainted....Most likely a anomily of some sort, probebly from Illium...." Shaking her head from one side to anouther, as she leaves the youth with her face visible. The youths eye focuses on a dark purple pupil.

Knottalia going towards her desk picks up files from infront of joker holding the files to one side. " Saffron Hildegard also known as The Last Specter , aged 20, homeworld from 2nd Earth, last known lacation apart from the Netherworld was fighting in the front lines of the Krogan Rebellion, a commander from such a young age however was given the medal of honor, as well as bravery, leadership, valor as well as several others. Her specialities are as follows, leadership skills, tactician, assassin, gunner, tank specialest, ballista specialist, close combat, rifle specialist, explosive specialist as well as a hacker and artillery user on a mastered level. She also was found of using blades... Quiet the young lady we have here."

[Saffron Hildergard]


"She aquired the name (Last Specter) for her fame for destroying any target that stood in her way face to face in a one on one fight, she fights with the code of honor as well as respect for the fallen, quiet tratitional...This is all the infomation I have on this commander" Knottalia sweeps Safrons hair from one side of her face, placing her files back onto her desk.

"As for your (Clone) Joker, her status will be fine. She just needs to adapt and rest for a while, think of her as a new born accept....Bigger, and with womanly features." She perks a brow turning away finding a seat between the beds of the clone and Saffron, "Are there anymore questions you wish to ask?"

"Hmmm... What do I call her?" Gentleman Joker asks.

"Virus," the young girl answers.

He looks at her. Once again smiling under his mask. Putting away his pocket watch, Gentleman Joker raises and heads the medical ward door. His clone from early opens the door. Gentleman Joker stops and looks back at Virus.

"Come child, I'll show you to where you be sleeping," he says Virus.

She jumps off the bed, looks at Knottilia, "bye bye now, missus lady." She grabs her masked face and skips out the door pass both Gentleman Jokers.

Both the clone and real Joker shake their heads. Training her will be tiresome.

THE END
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