Mai gritted her teeth tightly as she heard the Jester's words, and saw just how bad of shape Tim was in. She hadn't learned to heal yet. This was bad. This was REALLY bad.

"FINE!" She says, glaring at Shaco, "Two weeks. If you help me get him to the Medical Wing at the Institute of War in NO WORSE CONDITION THEN HE IS NOW.. ALIVE.. AND NOT MANGLED BY YOUR MAGIC OR TRICKS.... You can keep me for two weeks. I see that he is fine, and you leave him in the care of the people there. I won't run anymore.."

((...Yes. Punch a Jack in the Box...))

Both boxes spring opens, their howling laughter attempting to pierce Vice's mind, hurling their small bolts of magic at him, while his mind is assaulted by the images that would cause him to run in fear.
The real Shaco sprints forward and appears within in an instant infront of Mai,
"DEAL!"
He clutches both of them,
"FUN FOR ALL!"
He screeches, if either Mai or Tim didn't interupt him they would find themselves surrounded in orange smoke and confetti, a feeling of hooks pulling and twisting at their very essence dragging them somewhere. Shaco's voice would fill their minds,
"Just... Go with it....Hehehehehe"

That is of course... If none of them pull away.

The soft voice came again, warm like a shadow, vivid like an illusion.
''So, you sold yourself? For what?''

Vice laughs as despicable images that were supposed to fear him only make him burst out in a fit of laughter! "HA! Ha....Sh...ha...Sh..SHACO..I AHAAHAHA, I will AHAHA get you for... HAAHAH THIS! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! *Basically, ROFL*"

Mai pulled Tim in close, one hand skirting within her kimono for a small paper crane. She'd draw it closer to her lips as she seemed to whisper to Tim, her eyes watching Shaco ever so carefully as she did so. The paper crane would crawl its way into Tim's clothing assuming it'd be able to, and remain there nestled away safely. It was the one thing that might save Mai.. or at the very least, let someone know what's happened. It was all she could think to do in this situation.

"Wukong, Master Yi, Ezreal.." was all she whispered.

The orange cloud, and the uncomfortable sensation surrounding her caused her to gently caress Tim's fragile form. She was worried about the man.. And she knew this was the only way she could be sure he would be safe. Self sacrifice? This was stupid. Damn these morals! Damn these wicked beings!

This was going to be a long, long two weeks..

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Originally Posted by Ask Tyrant Swain The soft voice came again, warm like a shadow, vivid like an illusion. ''So, you sold yourself? For what?''

Tim looked up at Mai, as the crane was tucked away into his robes. Why? Why would she give herself up like that? He clung to her, refusing to let her be taken away by the Demonic Jester. "Don't... Please..." He said, trying to form the words.

Shaco was clinging to both Tim and Mai as they were... Phased was more acurate than anything.
"First stop... Hospital..."
From within the orange smoke they could hear howls of laughter and screams of insanity...

((-plop- To the medwing.))

Vice proceeds to beat the living hell out of the two clone Shacos, also becoming hurt himself, but beeting the actually hell out of the two Shacos, then then disappear in a cloud of orange smoke.
"Funneh guy Shaco.....RAHHHHHH!!" he shouted as he took off somewhere else.

((You beat the hell out of two Shaco clones without giving Shaco time to react? I think this is what Swain was talking about.))