between the past eternal and the future uncertain.

Nowhere in particular, not simply in the guild but around it. The mysterious, enigmatic figure that seems all the same not of our world but solidly trapped within it, moves from place to place, sometimes silently, sometimes with insectoid, demonic wretch. His pace and movements change, from marionette like, zombie stiffness, deathly slow, to faster than human perception. As if the laws of reality reject him. But what does he here, this jester from the wilderness?

...well, really not that much. Despite moving, sounding and rarely, speaking like a walking personification of surreal nightmares, the jester seemed fairly passive, occasionally greeting other, thoroughly creeped out, guild members, lingering around the dining hall, draging himself along the hallways...occasionally crawling along the ceiling. Everywhere he goes, dark and frightening whispers follow, but he seems to not have any ill intent, what an odd fellow.

at this very day, Top stands in the entryway of the guild hall, idly watching the other guild members converse. Occasionally, his masked head tilts at an unusual angle, like a confused owl, but otherwise he shows no outward emotion not conveyed by the frozen face of his blank eyed mask...

As usual, one can find Minh taking his place on an unoccupied seat or bench to overlook everyone else whether he be in one of the more grand meeting rooms or a much quieter place. He sat enjoying the peace and quiet while Cheepie flapped about the whole place to his heart's content. The stony looking male took note of a strangeness in the air only to find himself looking upon a figure who several others looked up at before returning promptly to their conversations. He was not one to start conversations, and somehow, he felt like it was best for him not to do so to this rather odd entity that showed no sign of malevolent influence yet had the disturbing nature of such a being. Whatever the case, that person must be as odd as some others within this guild, and he had grown used to...odd characters going about the place at this point in time.

Top payed some notice to the stone like member, the same as he did with many others, tracing a few with the seemingly vacant eye holes of his covering mask, not making much noise or even much movement, like the mysterious watcher in a dream, standing with no menace but an imposing, even frightening presence. Simply getting near him seemed to bring an aura not of fear but unease, as nobody seemed to be able to evade the whispers creeping around him like flys around a piece of meat.

(intermission)

Minh watched this figure carefully with a gaze that pierces one's own being if such a feat were possible by a mortal. As unsettling as this figure was, it was no eminent threat or even malevolent in its nature to him at the very least. However, it did not easy the uneasiness he felt from observing its motions and behavior, like a creature pulled from the deepest depths of one's psyche. Whatever its origins may be, it must be otherworldly at the very least given what he can pull from merely observing.

"Who seeks and speaks in my name. I see all without open eyes. I feel when you think about me, like strings on a spiders web."

Slowly, almost floating, and rotating like the shadow passing on a sun dial, the jesterish wraith turns 360 degrees before facing at the large open space on the bench right net to Minh.

"Intriguing amount of power. Tell me are you the strongest in this guild?