Political Statement [ Saraphina ]

Job Details:

It was a strange time for Jester; his playhouse was gone, fallen into something that just wasn't quite his cup of tea. The chaos, the bloodshed, the suffering, it was all now pointed at some crazed limited ideology. Jester didn't do well with restrictions. Why limited the pool of those he could punish to non-mages only, where was the fun in that. No fun, not really. He wanted to play with everyone, and tying himself to that den of naivete was not the way to do that. So he was wandering, and wandering, and wandering some more. Looking for something thing, occasionally raining down a plague of suffering on those he ran into. A little murder here, a few mind-games there. It was fun but even this felt minimalistic. Jester wanted something different, something new. The clown was looking for a new game.

The long game.

Somewhere out there was a game waiting to be played, a game that involved delicious suffering. The kind that dragged on and on endlessly, until it finally reached that peak of cataclysmic deliverance. Moments where he could relish in the endless suffering of his little pawns as they pathetically moved across the board in an attempt to run from him. Only to be crushed. That would be wonderful, to have access to such playthings. It would be a dream for the Clown. Yet, the only issue was, how would he manifest it. This was the end plan, but for now, he just needed to find the trail of string that would get him there.

He had seemingly wandered into a gathering of a sort. The dark alleys of the city had seemed to hum with a strange energy. People seemed to be sneaking along in their general direction, murmurs about going to some special meeting. So he followed, his curled tip shoes padding away lightly at the floor as he made his way there. The dark pathways led to a large backstreet. One that seemed to be closed of from the main roads. In the street, there was so many bodies. Standing around, whispering to each other, talking about some 'brotherhood'. How had he got here? He wasn't sure, but still, he was here. He may as well see what it would lead to, who knew maybe it would be fun. Either that or perhaps he could find some way to mess with this crowd somehow. He wandered further in, immersing himself in the crowd. There were all sorts of people here, mages of vast variation. It was probably only due to this curious mixture of bodys, that a man so clearly dressed as a clown could blend in with those around him.

The man would begin his speech, drawnig the attention of the crowd. His voice booming from the raised platform in the middle of the clearing, barking into a microphone about the Black Blood Brotherhood and it's cause. Talking about hate for lies, and oppression, Jester cocked his head curiously. Listening on as he would talk of the Magic Council as criminals. Then he would raise his hand and point towards the crowd. His hand would sift through the crowd and finally fall on Jester. Jester's face remained blank, this was intriguing. His lips curled up slightly into a smrik and he made his way forward. In the meantime, he would scan the room and someone one other individual to join them. Jester would wait until he reached the leader before glancing over at the other summoned forth for this curious 'job' was offering.

Wc: 592

Crazy Political,

Jester stared ahead with his golden eyes, as he was beckoned to the stage. He almost seemed to not react at all, as though he hadn't heard the man call him. Then suddenly he would skip forward, rather vicariously to the stage, dancing through the crowd as he made his way there. He did not take the stairs but instead stopped in front of the stage. He would glance over it for a moment, before jumping up, landing directly onto the podium. He straightened up, he glanced over the crowd watching. Nostalgia, he'd had this before, many years ago. Eyes on him, watching for his performance. Yet, his cue never came, there was no music. This was no circus tent. Turning on a heel, he looked at the man, face still blank. This man had energy, but other than that no interesting features. Jester could only see him as a pawn, sacrificed for the fun of the game. Men like this made for little fun, a lot of big talk about taking on the world, but with little backbone. Using others to push forward their own ideals. Jester wondered if he was even worth listening to.  He heard the steps of the other who was summoned, and his blank eyes fell on the woman. He would blink at her for a moment taking in the details that wear obvious. Female, Pale, White Hair, Delicate. Yet the way she carried herself, he got a curious vibe from her. His interest was peaked, was this one a player or a plaything?

Then she beamed, revealing a set of razor-sharp teeth, Jester's eye lit up in delight.  Now that was an intriguing characteristic, something about that lethal smile caught his attention. He grinned back at her, his excitement rising. Could this be the beginnings of a new game? Would they get to play? oh, he hoped so. It had been so long since he had someone fun to play with, it had been a while since he had danced with the musicman. She would address the man that summoned then randomly, and so would begin his lecture. Telling them what he wanted to do. Jester's eyes never left the white-haired girl, he would listen but he was focused on her reaction. The man speaking, he was dull, no fun. But this girl. Jester was much more intrigued in what 'she would do'. As he talked about bombing the Representative of the magic council, she seemed excited. She may have looked in, but she was no delicate flower. She radiated with chaos, wrapped in a pretty package. Jester wanted to see it, to see her drenched in the blood of those whose suffering she had orchestrated. Could she do it? Was she capable? He wanted to know.

And just like that, he had a new game.

She would look at him once more, introducing herself. That didn't matter, he didn't need her name. He needed a word that described her, he thought about it for a moment. Then nodded, moving into an eccentric bow, he spoke, his voice silky, and soft."A queen needs a jester, may I be your Jester Queenie?" He asked. His smile a little too wide as he waited for her response. The head of the Black Blood Brotherhood would eye their little exchange for a moment, maybe a little perturbed by Jester's behaviour. He shrugged it off, barking a few orders at those around him, and not before long a carriage pulled into the back road. It seemed this was to be their means of travel, they were not permitted to waste any time it seemed. That was fine, the sooner the dance of death began the better.

Wc: 619
Total: 1138

Crazy Political,

Usually, Jester's stare had the ability to leave people feeling uncomfortable, the number of times he had watched as an individual would shuffle awkwardly under his intense golden gaze. But not her, she seemed rather to enjoy it. It was clear she had noticed, yet she was unfazed. After he had spoken to her, he noticed that she seemed delighted by his remark, and was quick to reply with her own suggestion. Be her jester. It was an amusing sentiment. Perhaps he would if she could prove worthy. He had never bowed to another before, not even those in Nightmare, nor anyone before. He had been forced to bow, many, many years ago. But that was not consensual, it was just a distant nightmare lived out by a young boy. Still, be her jester. It rang through his mind once more. If she could do it, then perhaps. Because he was only in it for fun, he did not care to lead nor rule. He wanted bloodshed and suffering, and if someone our there was capable of manifesting chaos and bloodshed in such a way that he could lose himself in the bliss of tt's purest suffering. Then maybe he would follow. Maybe. His eyes refocused on the White Queen. He could see it in his mind's eyes, her pirouetting amongst a sea of corpses, her little white dress stained in blood, her bright pink eyes alight in chaotic wonder. Could this really come true? Would he get to witness such a splendid sight? He would wait, after all, this was no short game he was playing — not this time.


He would follow her, at least for now, off of the stage following the arrival of their means of travel. Into the carriage, the two of them accompanied by a curious parcel of sorts. Undoubtedly the bomb they were to set off later. Then off they went to the Magic Council, the Queen and a Jester. Words were not exchanged on route, at least not until they were there. That was fine for Jester; he was quite happy to sit there and stew in the possibilities of what was about to happen. As they arrived, she would speak, a moment of thought alongside a question. Jester knew how he would do it; he was stealthy. He had spent many years skulking the shadows, and despite his curious appearance, often when unnoticed. But he had no intention of saying this; instead he would rather see what she would say. The plan she would conduct for them, a means to an end. She would grin, as though an epiphany had popped into her mind, then she would offer him her instruction. He said nothing; instead he turned his body and reached down, picking up the parcel. He glanced it over, considering how to appease her order. Then he would raise his right hand and snap his fingers, his magical ability activating. The air around him would ripple slightly, and his clothes would magically transform from a clown costume he had been wearing to a ringmasters suit. Accompanied by a red coat, black top hat, cane. Over his face would appear a white mask, a mask that would smile unrelentingly. He would reach up and pluck the mask from his face, lifting his top hat, he would tuck the mask underneath before returning the hat to his head. He reached down and scooped up the cargo. Tucking it under his arm, he would follow her out of the carriage. Allowing the base of the can to click against the ground as he merged into the crowd.

In this attire, he seemed to blend in more with the people around. He was looking less like a performer and more some rich aristocrat carrying some goods purchased from a trade. He moved into the crowd, watching as she ran off, he edged closer but not too close so as to draw the attention of the man she was speaking to. Her performance was riveting, the way she dramatically whined and pleaded with the man. It seemed he would give in; she would run back over to Jester and drag him through the crowd and into the building. Jester's pulse would quicken slightly at her touch. He would feel a defensive panic rise through him, but only for a moment. It was not quite the same as an embrace, but it was still more than he would have preferred. For a moment his thoughts became distorted, a cataclysm of confusion and panic. Then the image returned to his mind, and he would settle once more. He was allowing her to move him through the crowd. He resisted any urge he had to attack her for it; it wasn't easy, it was the kind of thing that quickly triggered him. The clown was not fond of the touch of others. He would suffer it for now, for the sake of that image in his mind.

Once they had managed to get further inside, she would look around curiously. He watched her, as she let go of his arm. He immediately felt himself calm down, feeling relieved by the separation. Running over to some people, he could hear her quite clearly from where he stood. She was once again, playing the part perfectly. Jester stood, resisting the urge to bob with excitement. He had to play the part too. Serious, Boring and Normal. He watches her hands as she talks to them, gracefully sliding something out of their pockets. She was pickpocketing it. She would leave them and return to him, handing her a pass that read quite clearly 'PRESS'. He would grin, as his eyes scanned it over, looking up at her. "Oh what quick hands you have dear Queenie."


Wc: 964
Total: 2102

Crazy Political,

While sat in the carriage; the white queen had begun to hum a tune idly, singing a soft song of princes. The clown bobbed along to the humming, saying nothing. Jester liked the noise, the noise was good, Jester didn't like too much stillness. He didn't always need to talk, but unmoving silence was good. After the shift in his clothes, she would gleefully remark on her appreciation. Asking him if he had more, Jester grinned. His wardrobe was a curious mixture of fabrics and pieces collected over the years, all based on his particular tastes. The place where he kept them, could only be stated as that of a hoarder. He grinned widely at her, bobbing his head and he sang a little tune to her in reply. "Clown I am, Clown I do, Costumes I wear, Just for you!" He spouted the random little poem in response.

After they had snuck into the Magic Council building, and she had stolen the press passes off those people. She would react to his remark in a happy manner. She was a very gleeful individual, something that would typically irk the clown. But not today, not with her, there was a mania about him that was drawing his attention. Allowing him to tolerance her relentless glee, he was needed to see it; he would tolerate anything for that. She mentioned having had practice, which would only bring forward the question; just what type of life had the Sharp-toothed fair maiden lived so far?

She would confirm the instructions of the job to him, instructing him of where he was to place the little present they had for the speaker. He would glance over to it his golden eyes taking it in. He began calculating his next move; there were various factors to take into account, first of which was the increasing number of individuals moving into the room. It would be harder to go unnoticed if he was watched by others. He needed something to catch the attention of those around him, he thought about it for a moment He reached down and placed the parcel on the floor gently. Straightening up to look at Saraphina. His yellow eyes locking on hers, "Let us put on a show."

He snapped his fingers, and a short distance away, under some chairs. Two small puppets would appear, one looking light a girl, and one looking like a guy. Both of them made of wood and highly creepy looking. Suddenly Jester's expression changed, as he transformed into character. "Please darling!" He barked loudly, his voice reflected that of a desperate man, "Please understand, I accepted this job because I knew you would be here, I need you in my life, please!" With each moment, his voice would rise, increasing in its tone of desperation, like a forlorn lover suffering the bitter sting of rejection. Eyes would turn there way as they caught the attention of those in the room, and as the crowd became distracted, the two puppets would shuffle amongst their feet and carry the parcel away towards the podium."You have to let me be by your side; it's where I belong. Please, you are my everything, my world, my queen. Won't you accept my love?"

All the while the puppets were creeping under people chairs, staying out of sight as they headed towards the podium. When they arrived at the speaker's stand, they would slip behind it. Placing the parcel down, Jester could see this in his mind, able to look through the eyes of the puppets. He saw what they saw, as he continued his declaration of love to Saraphina, he would have Jack chair the stand for somewhere to hide the 'parcel' He noticed a little shelf under the base, inside which there was just enough space to slot the parcel under without it being noticeable. Directly in front of where the speaker would stand. The puppets set about hiding it, and then in a poof, vanished into thin air. Jester turned away, "I'm sorry, we shouldn't be doing this, not here. I don't want to jeopardise your job." He moved away to his seat. Sensing that commotion was over, the onlookers turned away and returning to their duties. Jester's expression remained blank, as he looked ahead. People made their way to their seats as the press conference began. Jester glanced over at Saraphina, a small smirk on his lips. Soon, the real fun would begin.  He looked back towards the front. Where the speaker made his way to the podium, the room fell quiet as it was declared the conference would be good.

The man on stage cleared his throat, he was just another dull looking man, with a dull looking face and a dull looking suit. There was light applause around the room; Jester would join in with the same unenthusiastic vigour as the rest of the room. When it died down to quite again, he would begin his talk. Going on about the current state of Fiore, and the relationship they have with those affiliated with the darker alignment. Talking about how sentencing them to death was not effective in the long run, and talking about an attempt to convert them. Jester couldn't help but be bored by these words; this was no fun. Reaching inside his jacket, he would pick up the detonator handed to him a while back. Thumbing the trigger slightly, he would wait as the man spoke, for the opportune moment.

"...we have the opportunity to make a real difference, a difference to the people of Fiore. And when this change comes into fruition, I promise you will see-" At that moment there was a small click from inside the pocket of the clown's jacket.

BOOM!

And at that moment all hell broke loose.


Wc: 917
Total: 3073

Crazy Political,

The white queen's reaction to his little show was exquisite, the shyness, coupled with her acting was perfect. All eyes were on them, and no one even noticed the two creepy little puppets amongst the crowd. Afterall, humans had a tendency to be drawn to drama, they craved chaos. Most of them were just in denial of it, they pretended to be pure and kind-hearted. But they were watching, in hope that they would get to judge something as it fell apart. In this case a love that could never be, or was attempting to maintain it's foundation. They wanted it to crumble, and they wanted to watch as it did so. Humans were vile, they just pretended they weren't. As for the white queen, she was marvelous, extremely convincing. A delight to behold.

When the scene was over, Jester waited eagerly as the moments inched closer to the chaos, with quietly bated breathe. He stared at the speaker, thumbed inching over the button. Then with just a click. The room fell into madness. The small bomb went over, blowing the speaker and his stand to pieces. A mixture of would, blood and flesh flying in all directions. Jester would immediately stand, eagerly he turned to look at her. Clicking his fingers, several playing cards appeared in his hands. He held them for a moment, eyes on her. He would have his fun, but first he needed to witness this. His golden eyes looked on, as made her way towards the exits after those attempting to escape. They were trapped. Jester's lip curled up slightly. Trapped. Like rats in cages. How delightful, was this her doing?

She approached, offering her assistance, before swinging her sword. As with every head that she lobbed off, his grin grew wider and wider. She would continue to do carnage, killing in such an pristine and marvelous manner. Jester trembled with satisfaction, biting his lip. Blissfully he finally dragged his eyes away.

"Run, Run and see where you head, if you don't get away you're gonna get dead." He chirped, throwing out his cards, they would pour from his hands. Once by one slicing into a target, slitting throats, piercing organs, and creating a blood bath. People could get away from him quick enough. He snapped his fingers, and at his feet the puppets appeared once more. Jack armed with a butchers knife, and Jill armed with a Carving knife. They eagerly ran out, joining in on the killing spree. Stabbing away at any humans they could get to. The white queen would turn the camera towards him, Jester twirled for it. Reaching out, in his palm a gun would appear. As a maybe ran by, Jester would reached out and snatch him by the neck. Pulling him in, he would look directly at the camera, a face portraying one of pure evil and insanity. "Hello boys and girls, are you being good? Yes. Tut tut. That wont do. Better be bad, or-" He pointed the gun towards the man who was struggling against his grip. Begging for him to let go. He pulled the trigger, and the gun made a little popping sound. From the end of the gun, appeared a little white flag, on it was a little smiling face. For a moment, it seemed like the guy had just been covered with water. Except, it would quickly became obvious from his agonized screams combined with his melting flesh quickly made it clear he had actually been covering in acid. Jester dropped him to the ground, twirling he would skip away giggling. As he continued to summon cards to slice up any remaining victims.


He skipped over to the white queen, who began talking to him about creating more chaos. His eyes lit up excitedly, he nodded eagerly. Summoning another bought of cards, they darted around the room. Within moments, the last person fell down dead. The job was done, and so was that game. Jester would grin brightly at the white haired maiden. "On to chaos dear Maiden."


Wc: 677
Total: 3750 / 3500