Caverns arising of gold (Private)

The landforms were such an unpleasant terrain to be wearing such fine clothes in. Treading into the dirt as he walked along, the soles of his shiny black leather shoes were quickly being coated in dirt. Even with the way he treads in such a light manner, he couldn't avoid it. Still, it wasn't much more than an annoyance amongst several annoyances. For what type of individual would actually choose to travel into the midst of nature in a clean red, ringmasters suit, none other than the clown of the hour himself. Strutting along with purpose as he made his way towards his destination. Sporting tailor-fitted black trousers, a white undershirt with a red wing-tailed blazer over the top. The lapel of which had a black silk fabric that was made of a similar material to the top hat he was sporting. Then to finish the look he wore a black bowtie and a set of white gloves. He looked far too well-dressed for where he was, but still, he had his reasons for wearing his suit. The obscurist part of his attire would be the peculiar white mask he was wearing, carved with only a wide smile and gleeful slits for the eyeholes. Behind the hat and mask you almost couldn't see the bright strawberry orange hair that peaked out.

He had been quite busy when he had been given the job. Having back called back to Beanstalk Village for another affair with the strange purple algae and the way it was escalating. He had just gotten back to the guild hall when he had been handed another task for the sake of his recently joined guild. An aid to the queen, he hadn't been especially excited about the prospect of the task. Looting wasn't exactly the clown's idea of fun or entertaining. There was no real game of suffering he could create. It was just boring, boring work. But still, it fed the idea that he had hoped to create. A queen was an unrelenting desire to rule, a woman who would crush everyone and everything in her path to accumulate power and status. His White Queen who was so delicious dabbling in some of the tastiest sins; greed, pride and wrath. If he wanted to keep feeding these ideas, then even he needed to do the boring, boring work. Because the greater her status and reverence grew, the more carnage the clown got to partake in. The guild, albeit new, was quickly gaining the attention of the public. He had already the whispers, the undertones of fear associated with it. It excited him; he wanted more of it. So he needed to feed with sustenance if it were to truly grow into an instrument of devastation in society. Sustenance being, in this case, jewels. Because as little as Jester cared for money, the society they existed in thrived on it. You needed it in order to get anything, although if he had a choice, he would just take what he wanted and rule by fear. But still, the White Queen seemed to be playing a little more systematically than he personally would have. And that was fine, as long as it rendered the same result.

So he had agreed to the job, informed he would be working with one of his fellow members of Errings Rising. The young girl he had met during the initiation. This news had been far from pleasant. The clown despised youths; they were so gleeful and full of hope. Like a budding flower, ready to bloom, completely unaware of the hate and horror that awaited them as they descended into adulthood. He wanted nothing more than to crush it, the squeeze the life out of their petals until there was nothing left. He would have to find a way to maintain control, at least as best he could. He was certain his queen would be furious if he killed another member of the guild, at least this earlier on in its creation. He needed to be mindful; maybe he could kill her at a later date, one less detrimental to the overall plan.

He travelled by clown car to the outskirts of the landforms where he was assigned to meet the child. Then made the remainder of the journey on foot, which had been long and tedious, far too quiet for the clown. He had resorted to humming the entire time just to keep his mind occupied. After all, he hated peace and quiet. The clown hoped at the very least this job might provide him with some entertainment, maybe the look was guarded by something interesting her could fight. Maybe there would be a guardian of sorts, who he could toy with for a little while. He had daydreamed plenty about the possibilities, becoming a little more hopeful than he had been when he first accepted the job. Although there was still the anticipation that all his daydreaming could be nought and it really would be a dull 'collection' job.

He sensed the brat before he saw her, honing in on the magical presence he made his way towards it. Still humming as he did so, he approached, eying her from behind the mask he wore. His eyes were full of disdain. It would be so easy to kill her here, to wring her scrawny little neck until the life left her eyes. Now that was a pleasant daydream; he would have to save that one for quiet times. She spoke, her voice wasn't a child-like as he recalled, she also seemed like playful. He said nothing as she told him her plan. That suited him better; he preferred to kill something that could think for itself. It was much more fun than clearly mindless vermin. She snapped her fingers, and the ground shook a little. From the earth, skeletal horse-like beasts emerged and with them a carriage with headless being there. The disdain on his face changed to curiosity as he cocked his head and it. He climbed into the carriage as he assumed this was what she intended. He moved as close to the headless being as he could, quite unabashedly looking down his neck to examine the severed region. Saying nothing to the girl, he would bob around the being, completely fascinated by it.


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