- Job Details:
"La dee dee La dee daa~"
The words came from the sweet, silky voice of a man who was well-versed in the act of singing. Dancing through the old village idly, the clown would not be approached by anyone. And rightly so, because who would dare approach what was clearly a mad-man walking. Trotting along in black-pointed shoes, white baggy trousers and a black sleeveless top. On his sleeveless top, was a bright pink heart and diamond, he had golden rings around his arms, neck which seemed to be a part of the 'clown-like' attire of his.
The clown was calmer than usual, he had recently enjoyed a great deal of savagery and brutality. For the moment, the hunger for suffering was sated. In fact, he felt like spicing it up a little. Doing something different, he had wandered into his Queenie's newly founded guild-hall and picked up one of the more mind-numbing tasks. Because when doing jobs like this, one got the chance to think. To plan out their next move, the next game he wished to play. To evaluate all the fun he had and scheme methods of improvement. Yes, he needed something that required little focus, so that he, the killer clown that he was could re-focus.
So here he was skipping through the Beanstalk Village, he was pretty sure this was a first for him. Had he been here before? He didn't recall it, he would've remembered if he punished someone for living here. At least, he thought he might-ve, but then again. At this point the clown had stocked up such a number that even he found his memory failed him. Perhaps, he'd just heard too many screams to recall them all.
No, not possible. Jester relished every victim he had, he would have remembered. It was simple, he had not left his mark on this place. At least, not yet.
The clown moved out into the fields of the village, still singing the song without any real lyrics. "Doo bee doo, daa daa yeaaah," He continued, as his golden eyes scanned the fields. He heard a movement and glanced over.
Ah yes, they were purple, weren't they? These pesky little plants.
His task was to destroy them and collect a sample. Apparently, their sting had been able to render those they sting hospital ridden for days. Jester snapped his fingers, and either side of him, his puppets Jack and Jill would appear. Jester snapped his fingers, and from nowhere a giant sack would appear. Jester dropped the sack, and without instruction, his puppets got to work. Hacking away at the plants, before hauling them over to the bag. The client only required a small sample, which was fine. That was all they would get. The rest Jester intended to keep for himself. Maybe he could find means of making them useful, harness their abilities, or better making them more lethal. Either way, by the time the puppets were done, the sack was full and the field was clear. All the purple plants ripped to shreds.
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