An Unconscious Visitor

Why Jester had decided to hang himself from the chandelier was anyone's guess. The clown had his long legs draped over the bars of the light decor, his body hanging down in an upside-down fashion. Perhaps he'd wanted to keep an eye on things, maybe he was bored and wanted to see what if he could somehow make his way up onto the chandelier using only acrobatics, or maybe he even wanted somewhere to take a nap. Still, he hung there casually as the exciting events went down, Oakey, that grumpy blonde fellow he'd attended a job with aside to his Queen would enter the guild with a bloody woman in the toe. Jester golden eyes widened in intrigue as he set her down and seemed to search for aid. He was then joined by another, someone he recalled from the opening day of the guild. He would manipulate the blood and use it to heal the woman, for whatever reason. And finally, they were joined by another, a stranger to Jester, but not unheard of.

The clown observed the situation for a moment, for some reason, his Queenie had decided to bestow some power on the clown. Making him a so-called Ace of Errings Rising, a strange choice indeed. As the clown had no need for such a title or promotion, he was quite happy to skirt by and enjoy himself. However, there was some exciting prospect that came with it, the opportunity to manipulate things to his liking, to orchestrate more fun and chaos in the name of his Queen. The girl would wake, eying those around her, she would move in such a way that suggested she might go for her weapon. Jester's eyes lit up excitedly, was she going to attack?

She would point her gun towards the pale fellow, but not shoot. Rather she would address them with a question, asking where she was. Jester couldn't help but chuckle, his malevolent laughter growing louder and louder until he was cackling with a manic delight, loud enough to draw the attention of the group. He would look at the girl with his bright golden eyes, his spiked redhead pointed to the ground in a haphazard manner. He would let his legs relax, slowly sliding over of the chandelier, falling towards the ground swiftly. He would spin as he fell, despite the height of the fall, he would land with a sense of grace and poise. As though he had merely fallen from a short step. He would approach the group, his black brogues gently tapping the floor as he closed the distance between them. He was sporting a white short, and purple waistcoat today, black suit trousers and brogues. A wildly elaborate black and red bow decorated with various card suits. And on each of his cheeks; a symbol painted decoratively, a blue star on one cheek and a yellow teardrop on the other. He would reach out to his blonde guildmate, stroking a playful finger against his cheek, "Looks like Oakey brought in a stray pup~" He purred teasingly, before returning his gaze the girl. He would kneel down in front of his, tilting his head and he examined her a little more closely. He would stare at her intensely for a moment, before jumping up suddenly, twirling in elaborately.

"Welcome puppy! It appears fate has brought you to our humble abode." He said in an over the top manner, almost as though he were introducing a show. He would stop twirling, crossing one leg over the other, he spread his palms outwards to gesture the inside of the castle. "This is Errings Rising; home of the anarchists, sinners, and very, very bad people." He would tell her, his tone growing huskier toward the end of the sentence. His eyes fell on the gun, he would move around the girl. Kneeling down next to the girl, he would lean in, to almost a whisper. "Is this why fate brought you here? To shoot him?" He would ask with a snicker, before turning his chaotic gaze from the gun to the woman. "Or perhaps Puppy, as luck would have it. You were brought here for a much more exciting reason."

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Golden eyes watched the woman's expression curiously, his face carrying a look of amusement as he wondered what she intended to do. Would she shoot the complete stranger putting herself in a situation of utmost danger? Would chaos ensue? There was so many delicious possibilities. It seemed as though Oakey had decided to be the voice of reason in this scenario, approaching the girl, and imploring her not to attack. Jester watched the exchange in an almost fascinated manner, his eyes widening a fraction as the girl lowered her gun. Had she really been so easily tamed?

It seemed not.

She would disappear in a crackle of black lightning, reappearing behind the kelpie. She would aim her gun at the back of his head, before making her own demands. the clowns face lit up, he straightened up, giggling ecstatically and clapping his hands in delight. He placed his hands on his hips and began to do a little jig, circling Birch at least twice, before stopping next to the blond. His hips still swaying side to side as he did so. The Kelpie had gone ahead and informed her that killing him would be pointless as no one was likely to care. As far as he could tell, the kelpie was right. Perhaps Oakey might find it a little troublesome, what with the mess it would make. This wasn't the place to look for cute little sentiments like heroism or familial loyalty. This was a house of greed, where those with selfish desires came to fester.

"I'm afraid, little puppy, that our beloved Queenie is away at present. Should you care to discuss your little situation..." He would lean back as though to sit down, stopping mid-air, before crossing one leg over the over. He would sit in mid-air, using nothing but muscle and skill to appear as such. "Then you get to talk to lil ol' Jester here!"

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Such a fun little moment this was, with the little puppy threatening the kelpie, the kelpie showing a little reaction, followed the white-haired fellow making his toward her. Appearing before her through her shadow with what appeared to be doppelgangers. Jester tilted his head as he watched the wall behind the girl destroyed. "Oh mee, oh my! What a messy poo, Queenie shall be cross!" He commented with a light giggle, as though the destruction wasn't really all that bothersome. Because in truth he cared less about the destruction, the display of power but more so how the girl would handle it. So far, she had been guarded, on edge. Would she attack? Perhaps flee in terror and try her luck down the mountain now that she was healed? He would not fault her for such a decision, it was human nature to seek the best means of survival. Although it would be the most disappointing reaction, maybe he could have a little fun, hunting her down the mountain.

However, it would seem this wasn't in the cards for Jester, because instead, she would holster her weapon. Approaching the replica and whispering to it. Jester's face split into a devilish smirk, his eyes widening in delight as she made her approach. Uttering her wish to the clown, his smile split across his face. He threw his head back and laughed maniacally, before doing an exciting spin on the spot. "C'est Magnifique!" He called out in euphoric glee. It seemed this lost little puppy was more entertaining than he had expected her to be. He would stop spinning and face the girl once more, stepping in to close the distance between them. He leaned down slightly, "Well then my little puppy, offer yourself to us, and relish in the wonderful chaos that is Errings Rising." He purred, holding out his palm, his hand would begin to simmer with pure magic energy, it had sinister aura emanating from it, having been manifested from the core of the clown himself. "First things first, to show your devotion to our little 'nuthouse', we'll need to brand you. Don't worry puppy, it won't hurt... but it might be a little... intense." He said with a deep chuckle.

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