North Castle, the capitol of the kingdom of Hyrule. The city is usually rather calm, peacefull, with few noticable disturbances, until recently. Reports have been coming in to the guards for several weeks now, of a sinister Gentleman who seems to stalk the streets of the town, a man with strange powers. People who encounter him report the sudden freeze in the air. They loose breath, and see anything the man touches gets frozen over. Just a few days ago, a group of guards encountered the man chasing a boy over the rooftops. When they caught up with him, the lack of air allowed him to escape.

That man, Jack, now looked over Hyrule castle town as dusk approached. In the dim twilight, he looked down at the citizens from his hiding place beneath a bell tower. He glanced at all kinds of people, but couples, in particular. He glanced down at them, through his mask, and sighed. He would never be able to hold someone he loved. He would never be able to kiss them, to show them how much he loved them. His unique, unexisting body would never let him be close to anyone. Under his mask, he shed a tear which quickly froze.

Frost covered the tower.

The bounty hunter gasped lightly as jumped through the rooftops. Where the others saw mere architectural features, he saw paths; where the other saw bricks, he saw opportunities. Indeed he saw the city in a different way than most others did, having gotten to know it to a depth few could presume knowing. Silently he moved, towards his next target.
Alive, they want him, he thought. As far as he cared, that just made it more interesting, the man in question was in that case very... useful...
It was then that something caught his eye, another shadow, moving at a slightly slower pace, he too, is hiding his face behind a mask. The bounty hunter giggled childishly. Someone else hired a head hunter, but from the same house as him. As soon as he was spotted, the later man threw a series of rapid shots of needles. The Laughing Blade, with a quick movement of his hand, caught the needles between his fingers. Needles... there are few person who use this attack. The excitement rushes through the bounty hunters body as he leaps from building to building. Laughter is his only outlet for this uncontainable feeling, and so he laughs, loud and rapidly.
With a single movement of his hand, attacks back using his rival's own weapon. With a heavy 'thud', the foe falls. The Laughing Blade approaches him. A clear shot to the back of the neck. Tha Laughing Blade, with a foot in his rival's chest, turns him around. A clay mask portraying a crying face is lit by the dying twilight. It was the Crying Needle.
"Saki, Saki, Saki, hehehehe, you couldn't even dodge rock back in the days" the Laughing Blade said, unable to control his laughter "too bad...". It had been the last day of the Crying Needle.
"All righty then, hehehehe, no detours from now on" and with that he left for the frost covered tower.
...
"My my, you sure are not good at hiding" he said as he witnessed his target for the first time, who also wore a mask. From under the laughing-demon mask, a voice echoes, childish, yet filled with an unquenchable thirst for battle.
"You know how this goes, nothing personal, blah blah blah, I do need you alive, so try not to put much resistance, all right?" as he says this his hands slowly reach for something in his rear, as he raises them, each hand holds four knives.
"For the record, call me Raiden when you're fighting; Raiden, the Laughing Blade, he...hehe...hehehehehehahahaha!"

OOC: Is Jack because of "Jack Frost"? Oh, and I created this NPC specifically for this topic, I just get tired of Kalex, you know? Oh, and whoever tells me the link between my Raiden and kasei's Jack gets the mikaudes award of the week, that's right! I too can give awards.

OOC: Yes, Jack frost did indeed inspire the name.
Raiden, from mortal combat, vs sub zero, who is like jack?

IC: Jack stood up as he looked at what appeared to be an assassin. The frost that earlier covered the tower became true ice, making it impossible for a normal opponent to get a firm hold.

Then again, maybe Jack wasn't about to fight someone normal.

He raised his hand, as if to say 'stop'. "Who says i'm hiding from anyone? I simply enjoy the view up here. Noone nearby to hurt." He said. "You don't want to fight me, you know. And I don't want to fight you. You'll die rather fast." Jack said, in rather child-like voice. He grabbed the hilt of a rapier that was at his side, and drew the blade, which shone pearl white. In an instant, he was all over the place, jumpint towards his mercinary opponent, who should notice something; the air around him had suddenly gone cold, had lost oxygen. Frost was forming on Raiden's clothes, his mask was growing a coating of ice.

If he was going to be able to defeat Jack, he would have to do it before he froze to death. To make matters worse, they were fighting almost in midair. Jack had an advantage, too. Forming ice was no problem to him. Who knows what else he's hiding?

OOC: Errr, nice try... The award goes to Maverick (who I just found out to be Blank, I mean it's like holy my goodnes that completely turn my world upside it wassomethingcompletelyunexpecteditslikeOMG Santa Maria purisima de Jesus guey... o sea...santo cielo! ehem) so he gets 10,000 theoretical mikaudollars!!

IC: Raiden's shivers are mixed with the subtle laughter that always came before a battle, he was already starting to feel the effects of the low temperature on his body; that's what he had been training for. The hunter slowly asumes a stable postion, and begins breathing deeply. The cold air quickly dried his nostrils and his throat, but whatever ammount of air he exhaled matched perfectly his body's core temperature, his temperature was increasing. He raised his right index finger to the sky, and started tilting it form side to side, taunting the ice fiend that was quickly approaching him. He already felt the lack of oxygen, and started to feel a mild dizzines, but the years of training in the mountains had paid off, he could still fight. A quick series of slashes later, the layer of ice in his mask was falling apart.
"Come oon... coome oon..." he said in tone only he could have heard, waiting for the right moment to attack, but he noticed an unforeseen factor, the ice covered floor.
"Hehe, silly me" he thought as he scratched his temple. Now now, how to use the floor then..?
With a quick spin of his wrist, Raiden hid the blades in his sleeve, keeping just one in each hand. He leaned back, with his arms stretched out wide, then a he made a piercing warcry and pierced through the ice holding his feet with astonishing force.
"Hahahaha" he was frailing his arms around like an ape, in a surge of primal instict "I haven't had this much fun since- woah!" as he gave a step forward, his foot betrayed him and in a matter of seconds he was face down to the floor.
Mumbling and cursing he got on his knees, and the sound of ice being crapped by metal distracted him. He had forgotten about his kneeplates. He laughed mischievously as a plan came to his head.
Realying completely on his knees for balance, the Laughing Blade sank deeply the knives in the ice. He looked ridiculous, but at least he wasn't he would be able to move swiftly.
And he thrusted forward. Raiden was now sliding thorough the frozen rooftops on his knees. Every once in awhile he thrusted again with the knives to gain momentum, and each movement drew him closer to his target. A quick slash to the knee, he thought, that would be enough to distract him long enough.

The plan of the assasin sure was an impressive one, using the ice as a speed-enhancer instead of trying to find a way around it. Quite clever, Jack would agree. Still, Raiden had no clue what was still in store for him and, as he approached Jack, the ice-wielding swordsman struck out fast at his target, barely missing Raiden's head.

Now it would be the assassin's turn, and his blades struck Jack firmly in the kneecaps . . . and went strait through, coming out the other end coated in multiple layers of ice. Jack, somehow, was still standing. "Oh dear. It seems that whoever employed you knew nothing of my body, or you wouldn't even try that." He said in his child-like voice. "You see, I am physically made up of the same stuff as ice and snow, but I can keep a solid form, and wear clothes to boot. Convenient, no?" He almost sang, then turned around. Raiden could see that the only dammage he did to Jack was cutting through a good pair of pants.

The frost man lunged forward, now, and the air got even thinner than before. "Even if you think you can last, you're body will freeze over soon enough. Your hands and ears will sting and burn, and your core body temperature will fail." He said, and struck out with his sword.