*Going to ask one more time because I want to rp with people, but I don’t want to nag, does anyone at all, want to rp as well?*
*I'm up for stuff, take your pick of my characters*
*I must ask you what exactly your characters are, so that I may pick.*
*I got Uriel, my priest of kalibur, Sozo my currently a thief with a pseudo dragon, my malicious jester, and a few others if those don't interest you*
*Your malicious jester please, I have someone that would be interested in meeting them.*
Clover is performing in the carnival as some may have seen, several people hung from ropes in the bigtop, the crowd cheering and laughing in an odd tone
The air suddenly becomes heavy as someone appears in the audience, skin covered in white armor and bandages, cracked and worn with time. He seems old, malnourished, but strong, using his warhammer as a cane as he ‘looks’ at Clover, his breath silent, yet somehow echoing in their ear.
Clover smiles, "I hope you all have been enjoying the show"
The man in the audience chuckles, his gaze unnaturally heavy.
The jester grins, "Now for my final trick, i'll need one last volunteer."
The seemingly old man raises a hand, beginning to move to the stage, each step leaving craters in the earth.
He grins as they get onto the stage, "Now my lovely volunteer, have you heard of the magician's box?"
he flushes at the nickname, turning away slightly. "What is it you do?"
"You need fitting music." he says, strumming some distorted chords that match the energy of the show, somehow playing through speakers. "And I'm a cheap gig~"
"I do parties" he winks, "Well, more so i can do magic."
The jester laughs, "Ah, you are entertaining. Very well, May the Show continue!"
*Wanna continue salem?*
"Love magic." he says, smiling
He stays out of the way, providing the soundtrack
*sorry, didn't know you were still here*
*It's ok :D*
"Good to here" he smiles
Clover continues to perform, putting his masked fools into boxes and sawing them in half, and even sometimes putting them back together
He chuckles dryly, nodding softly, his voice wisened and a little happy “I’ve heard of one before, or at least I believe I have.”
The jester snaps his fingers, a box rising from the ground, perfectly suited for the man's size, "To explain for our audience, it's a death defying trick, where you stand inside the box, and blades are inserted into said box through these slits," he says gesturing to the sides of the box, "And Through magic (tm) you will survive"
Mark lets himself be pull, putting his hands “I’m fine, it doesn’t even hurt too bad.”
She smiles when she sees Marie, introducing herself and her connection to Jax, bowing respectfully.
Marie invites the both of them inside, “Sone lovely guests it seems, dear.”
"Tell that to the potential scar on your pretty face.." he runs a thumb over it, fixing it instantly
She holds out a paw to Marie. "H-hi, I'm Lotty, Jax's sister.."
"Indeed so." he smiles, noding politely to Marionette.
He leans into their touch, blushing for a moment as he watches the wound marvelously heal, “W-wow…”
Marie takes their hand in hers, smiling and giving it a kiss on the back of it, “Marie, Jax’s wife, that would make us sisters, would it not?”
She holds her prayer book in two hands, “You’re… Jax right?” She asks nervously.
"That should do it.. All good now, pretty boy." he smiles, hugging them
Lotty instantly understands Marionett's mannerisms, smiling without flushing now. "Yes, I suppose it would. Lovely to meet you."
"Yep. Nice to meet you.." he can smell Lotty on her, and isn't sure how to feel about that.
He hugs them back, leaning against them a little bit before sitting down next to them, smiling like an idiot.
“Lovely to meet you too. It’s good to have more family, isn’t it?” She says, her eyes flashing green for a moment, “I wish you had come to the wedding, anyway, may I ask why you’ve come to visit?”
She sees the look in their eyes, and stops making eye contact out of force of habit “…Uh I wanted to get you both a gift.”
He chuckles dryly, nodding softly, his voice wisened and a little happy “I’ve heard of one before, or at least I believe I have.”
The jester snaps his fingers, a box rising from the ground, perfectly suited for the man's size, "To explain for our audience, it's a death defying trick, where you stand inside the box, and blades are inserted into said box through these slits," he says gesturing to the sides of the box, "And Through magic (tm) you will survive"
He looks to the box, back to the jester, and raises an eyebrow. He puts down his warhammer, walking inside of the box, waiting patiently. The box seems to shake while he is inside, though the man inside hasn’t moved since he went inside of it.
Mark lets himself be pull, putting his hands “I’m fine, it doesn’t even hurt too bad.”
She smiles when she sees Marie, introducing herself and her connection to Jax, bowing respectfully.
Marie invites the both of them inside, “Sone lovely guests it seems, dear.”
"Tell that to the potential scar on your pretty face.." he runs a thumb over it, fixing it instantly
She holds out a paw to Marie. "H-hi, I'm Lotty, Jax's sister.."
"Indeed so." he smiles, noding politely to Marionette.
He leans into their touch, blushing for a moment as he watches the wound marvelously heal, “W-wow…”
Marie takes their hand in hers, smiling and giving it a kiss on the back of it, “Marie, Jax’s wife, that would make us sisters, would it not?”
She holds her prayer book in two hands, “You’re… Jax right?” She asks nervously.
"That should do it.. All good now, pretty boy." he smiles, hugging them
Lotty instantly understands Marionett's mannerisms, smiling without flushing now. "Yes, I suppose it would. Lovely to meet you."
"Yep. Nice to meet you.." he can smell Lotty on her, and isn't sure how to feel about that.
He hugs them back, leaning against them a little bit before sitting down next to them, smiling like an idiot.
“Lovely to meet you too. It’s good to have more family, isn’t it?” She says, her eyes flashing green for a moment, “I wish you had come to the wedding, anyway, may I ask why you’ve come to visit?”
She sees the look in their eyes, and stops making eye contact out of force of habit “…Uh I wanted to get you both a gift.”
"You were so cute asleep in my lap yesterday."
"Well, I heard about the news a bit late, and wanted to get Jax a gift. Marionette was there and we ended up getting you both something."
"That's sweet, ya shouldn't have." he smiles
He bristles, looking down at the ground, “I did…? I don’t remember…”
“Oh really? How kind of the both of you, I do know it’s going to be a good gift then.” She says with a bright smile, giving them a hug, “How lovely of you.”
“It was Lotty’s idea… I just paid.” She says with a chuckle.
he flushes at the nickname, turning away slightly. "What is it you do?"
"You need fitting music." he says, strumming some distorted chords that match the energy of the show, somehow playing through speakers. "And I'm a cheap gig~"
"I do parties" he winks, "Well, more so i can do magic."
The jester laughs, "Ah, you are entertaining. Very well, May the Show continue!"
*Wanna continue salem?*
"Love magic." he says, smiling
He stays out of the way, providing the soundtrack
*sorry, didn't know you were still here*
*It's ok :D*
"Good to here" he smiles
Clover continues to perform, putting his masked fools into boxes and sawing them in half, and even sometimes putting them back together
"Uhm. I'm poly, by the way.." he says suddenly
Somehow the riffs seem harmful to clover.
He tilts his head curiously, "This isn't your original form?"
Clover sighs and looks over, "kindly do not 'harsh my vibe' while you are playing"
He chuckles dryly, nodding softly, his voice wisened and a little happy “I’ve heard of one before, or at least I believe I have.”
The jester snaps his fingers, a box rising from the ground, perfectly suited for the man's size, "To explain for our audience, it's a death defying trick, where you stand inside the box, and blades are inserted into said box through these slits," he says gesturing to the sides of the box, "And Through magic (tm) you will survive"
He looks to the box, back to the jester, and raises an eyebrow. He puts down his warhammer, walking inside of the box, waiting patiently. The box seems to shake while he is inside, though the man inside hasn’t moved since he went inside of it.
The jester grins and inserts several blades into the box, though the man is not harmed inside, the blades slipping past him due to the boxes design
He chuckles dryly, nodding softly, his voice wisened and a little happy “I’ve heard of one before, or at least I believe I have.”
The jester snaps his fingers, a box rising from the ground, perfectly suited for the man's size, "To explain for our audience, it's a death defying trick, where you stand inside the box, and blades are inserted into said box through these slits," he says gesturing to the sides of the box, "And Through magic (tm) you will survive"
He looks to the box, back to the jester, and raises an eyebrow. He puts down his warhammer, walking inside of the box, waiting patiently. The box seems to shake while he is inside, though the man inside hasn’t moved since he went inside of it.
The jester grins and inserts several blades into the box, though the man is not harmed inside, the blades slipping past him due to the boxes design
He watches the blades pass by him, curious as to wanting to sabotage the trick for a moment, but he decides against it, choosing to simply wait for it to be complete, coughing softly.
He chuckles dryly, nodding softly, his voice wisened and a little happy “I’ve heard of one before, or at least I believe I have.”
The jester snaps his fingers, a box rising from the ground, perfectly suited for the man's size, "To explain for our audience, it's a death defying trick, where you stand inside the box, and blades are inserted into said box through these slits," he says gesturing to the sides of the box, "And Through magic (tm) you will survive"
He looks to the box, back to the jester, and raises an eyebrow. He puts down his warhammer, walking inside of the box, waiting patiently. The box seems to shake while he is inside, though the man inside hasn’t moved since he went inside of it.
The jester grins and inserts several blades into the box, though the man is not harmed inside, the blades slipping past him due to the boxes design
He watches the blades pass by him, curious as to wanting to sabotage the trick for a moment, but he decides against it, choosing to simply wait for it to be complete, coughing softly.
The jester shows the audience how the box is filled with blades, before pulling them all out and tapping the box, opening it to reveal him unharmed, to which the audience cheers
He chuckles dryly, nodding softly, his voice wisened and a little happy “I’ve heard of one before, or at least I believe I have.”
The jester snaps his fingers, a box rising from the ground, perfectly suited for the man's size, "To explain for our audience, it's a death defying trick, where you stand inside the box, and blades are inserted into said box through these slits," he says gesturing to the sides of the box, "And Through magic (tm) you will survive"
He looks to the box, back to the jester, and raises an eyebrow. He puts down his warhammer, walking inside of the box, waiting patiently. The box seems to shake while he is inside, though the man inside hasn’t moved since he went inside of it.
The jester grins and inserts several blades into the box, though the man is not harmed inside, the blades slipping past him due to the boxes design
He watches the blades pass by him, curious as to wanting to sabotage the trick for a moment, but he decides against it, choosing to simply wait for it to be complete, coughing softly.
The jester shows the audience how the box is filled with blades, before pulling them all out and tapping the box, opening it to reveal him unharmed, to which the audience cheers
He himself applauds the trick, chuckling softly as he looks at them, bandages covering most of his face other than his mouth, which is extraordinarily pale, like he exists without color “A fabulous trick, I’m impressed young man.”
He chuckles dryly, nodding softly, his voice wisened and a little happy “I’ve heard of one before, or at least I believe I have.”
The jester snaps his fingers, a box rising from the ground, perfectly suited for the man's size, "To explain for our audience, it's a death defying trick, where you stand inside the box, and blades are inserted into said box through these slits," he says gesturing to the sides of the box, "And Through magic (tm) you will survive"
He looks to the box, back to the jester, and raises an eyebrow. He puts down his warhammer, walking inside of the box, waiting patiently. The box seems to shake while he is inside, though the man inside hasn’t moved since he went inside of it.
The jester grins and inserts several blades into the box, though the man is not harmed inside, the blades slipping past him due to the boxes design
He watches the blades pass by him, curious as to wanting to sabotage the trick for a moment, but he decides against it, choosing to simply wait for it to be complete, coughing softly.
The jester shows the audience how the box is filled with blades, before pulling them all out and tapping the box, opening it to reveal him unharmed, to which the audience cheers
He himself applauds the trick, chuckling softly as he looks at them, bandages covering most of his face other than his mouth, which is extraordinarily pale, like he exists without color “A fabulous trick, I’m impressed young man.”
The jester grins and bows, "Can't have every trick be a bloodbath." he says his sleeves showing bandages under his clothes aswell for a moment
He chuckles dryly, nodding softly, his voice wisened and a little happy “I’ve heard of one before, or at least I believe I have.”
The jester snaps his fingers, a box rising from the ground, perfectly suited for the man's size, "To explain for our audience, it's a death defying trick, where you stand inside the box, and blades are inserted into said box through these slits," he says gesturing to the sides of the box, "And Through magic (tm) you will survive"
He looks to the box, back to the jester, and raises an eyebrow. He puts down his warhammer, walking inside of the box, waiting patiently. The box seems to shake while he is inside, though the man inside hasn’t moved since he went inside of it.
The jester grins and inserts several blades into the box, though the man is not harmed inside, the blades slipping past him due to the boxes design
He watches the blades pass by him, curious as to wanting to sabotage the trick for a moment, but he decides against it, choosing to simply wait for it to be complete, coughing softly.
The jester shows the audience how the box is filled with blades, before pulling them all out and tapping the box, opening it to reveal him unharmed, to which the audience cheers
He himself applauds the trick, chuckling softly as he looks at them, bandages covering most of his face other than his mouth, which is extraordinarily pale, like he exists without color “A fabulous trick, I’m impressed young man.”
The jester grins and bows, "Can't have every trick be a bloodbath." he says his sleeves showing bandages under his clothes aswell for a moment
“That I would have to agree with.” He picks up his warhammer, which has left an indentation in the stage from its weight as he shambles off of the stage, “A fine young man, indeed.”
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He grins as they get onto the stage, "Now my lovely volunteer, have you heard of the magician's box?"
He leans into their touch, blushing for a moment as he watches the wound marvelously heal, “W-wow…”
Marie takes their hand in hers, smiling and giving it a kiss on the back of it, “Marie, Jax’s wife, that would make us sisters, would it not?”
She holds her prayer book in two hands, “You’re… Jax right?” She asks nervously.
*Cut for Alaric.*
He chuckles dryly, nodding softly, his voice wisened and a little happy “I’ve heard of one before, or at least I believe I have.”
*It's ok :D*
"Good to here" he smiles
Clover continues to perform, putting his masked fools into boxes and sawing them in half, and even sometimes putting them back together
The jester snaps his fingers, a box rising from the ground, perfectly suited for the man's size, "To explain for our audience, it's a death defying trick, where you stand inside the box, and blades are inserted into said box through these slits," he says gesturing to the sides of the box, "And Through magic (tm) you will survive"
He hugs them back, leaning against them a little bit before sitting down next to them, smiling like an idiot.
“Lovely to meet you too. It’s good to have more family, isn’t it?” She says, her eyes flashing green for a moment, “I wish you had come to the wedding, anyway, may I ask why you’ve come to visit?”
She sees the look in their eyes, and stops making eye contact out of force of habit “…Uh I wanted to get you both a gift.”
He looks to the box, back to the jester, and raises an eyebrow. He puts down his warhammer, walking inside of the box, waiting patiently. The box seems to shake while he is inside, though the man inside hasn’t moved since he went inside of it.
He bristles, looking down at the ground, “I did…? I don’t remember…”
“Oh really? How kind of the both of you, I do know it’s going to be a good gift then.” She says with a bright smile, giving them a hug, “How lovely of you.”
“It was Lotty’s idea… I just paid.” She says with a chuckle.
He tilts his head curiously, "This isn't your original form?"
Clover sighs and looks over, "kindly do not 'harsh my vibe' while you are playing"
The jester grins and inserts several blades into the box, though the man is not harmed inside, the blades slipping past him due to the boxes design
He watches the blades pass by him, curious as to wanting to sabotage the trick for a moment, but he decides against it, choosing to simply wait for it to be complete, coughing softly.
The jester shows the audience how the box is filled with blades, before pulling them all out and tapping the box, opening it to reveal him unharmed, to which the audience cheers
He himself applauds the trick, chuckling softly as he looks at them, bandages covering most of his face other than his mouth, which is extraordinarily pale, like he exists without color “A fabulous trick, I’m impressed young man.”
The jester grins and bows, "Can't have every trick be a bloodbath." he says his sleeves showing bandages under his clothes aswell for a moment
“That I would have to agree with.” He picks up his warhammer, which has left an indentation in the stage from its weight as he shambles off of the stage, “A fine young man, indeed.”