Thought it was great. Better then the first, between the ones featuring Joker I feel they all have a unique charm. How's your day been?
This is the start of a bad internet meme?
Then you find out that "Happy Hour" doesn't always last an hour.
Pics or it can't happen.
It's a saddle point. :lolface:
"It's not polite to call just anyone a lunatic. I'm honered to know you think I deserve the title, though. Do you know how hard it is to get just the right image for the press while they put you away in the padded room? Huh? You try it," Jester said then turned to Seth and said, "You had bed experiences with clowns? No? Maybe an aerialist... did one drop you on your head?"
"I'll die laughing," Jester said, feeling one coming on. He let the laughter out, and laughted at nothing and everything. He spun his staff around again then used it to give him support so he didn't fall over laughing. When he was steady, he went silent.
"Fate? I've seen people probably better at predicting stuff that actually happend just deal out random cards or say something when their drunk. Of course, who's to say I didn't have a hand in helping it happen... in fact some became truer then expected. Especially the gruesome ones, in a funny way, of course" the grin on Jester widened.
"What's wrong with that? You sound sad... cheer up! Atleast your not some maniac that came all the way here just to gain attention! I mean, what a psycho that guy would have to be? Is that why you people are afraid of that stranger from earlier?" Jester asked.
"Who needs that kind of attitude when acid bombs are just a breath away?" Jester asked. Speaking of acid bombs, maybe that was what he needed. Might get this party going... Who knows?
"I want an audience. It seems I have found one," Jester said innocently. "Don't you want to run home, forget all these troubeling things you have come to know, and just come home? Come home to the circus, let the madness infold you until you are an embodiment of that madness? Part of the joke? Isn't it nice to belong?
Copypasta?
Why was 6 afraid of seven? Because 7 ate 9.
"I wish I had a friend..." Jester began, rubbing fake clown tears from his eyes. "You know what's bad? The women on these streets make more money in a day then I do in a year! Do you know how hard it is to make a city laugh? To laugh at the tears, and cry at the laughter? To know that this is all just a joke and you are the punchline? A punchline as good as the one about the chicken and the road, and guarenteed to get just as many laughs? I'll make them laugh, though, you'll see," Jester finished with a glint in his eye.
"Who?" Jester asked back, seemingly astonished. "Don't tell me... a crazy stranger's about! Oh, no. Deary me, we can't have that. Somebody call the men in white to drag that poor fella away, and put him in the nutty house! Maybe we can share a room and split the rent..."
Jester aknowledged her with a grin, and spun his staff around once. When it was done, he began to tap the door. He hoped he would have a good audience... Ah, what did it matter. This whole world was a stage, these people were his audience. "Hi," he said with a quick wink. "Don't you just want to run away to the circus?"
Bane let out a sigh and dropped himself to the ground. Sleep seemed to seep into him from the corners of his mind, but he fought it back. If he slept, there would only be more nightmares. More of those laughing demons, he knew they existed. They were always on the edge of his vision, but he knew they existed. It was them that had made him what he was. He would return the favor and break them. Jester saw Aia heading to the house and decided to follow her. Nonetheless, the whisteling continued, with a faster pace. An audience, no matter how small, was an audience. John saw Jester clearly for once, and decided it was best to lay back in the shadows. Stay in the shadows, maybe just quit following. Nearby sat someone, looked drunk. (Bane.)
Bane, John, and Jester wondered through the streets of Norcaida. They walked thinly seperated paths but already they seemed to be colliding. Jester, the cosmic comedian, whisteled a drifting tune. Reminded him of the drunken music they played at some circuses, but what didn't? The staff as it beat down with each step was another booming cheer from the crowd. Though, he would make them all laugh. His old self had died for the sake of laughter and thus it had died laughing. Or was it screaming for mercy? Alas, it was getting harder and harder to tell the diffrence. John heard the whisteling, and beat his chains along with it. The chains were rusted, just like the chains in his mind. Sure, those guys in the white coats had tried to put those "hinges" on clearer, tryed all kinds of experiments on them, made them crazier! He wasn't really crazy back then, but he was now. How he pitied those not freed by madness, but was his madness really freedom? Maybe he was just a puppet that could see the strings. The answer tot his thought was swift, "No, silly. They are the puppets! There strings are sanity! Those nice men cut your strings so you cut them up in return." The voice in his head was loud was quite rational, yes indeed. Bane heard the chains and whisteling, but instead of joining in he instead began to follow. He needed to find someone, someone... No. None of that now, anyone would do. Who knew who'd he find here Putting on a greeting and warm smile, he continued on. OOC: OC Sheets: Spoiler Name: Bane Age: 34 Weapon: Physichal strenghts, speed, combat, stealth. Doesn't carry around any weapons but what is at hand. Has the ability to fly. Gender:Male Relations: None known. Appearance: Tall, slim. Shaved brown hair. Usually a lone figure. Wears a black cloack and armor that covers his chest and back. Bio: Bane was bown into a normal world, but due to crimes his father commited and the law of the land, Bane never found out the crimes, he and his mother were sentenced to prison in his fathers place when he could npt be found. Bane's mother was weak from chioldbirth, but lasted some time in Bane's life. When she died, Bane was released into the general populace of the prison, learning the estate is no one's mother. The warden began to call him "little bane" and eventually, when Bane appeared to have "reformed" he was set free. Name: John Black Age: 28 Weapon: Combat skils, extendable claws of bone he can extend from his knuckles. Stealth. At times, if the bone claws pierces the opponents skin, he can pour chemicals into his opponent through the bones to make them feel certain emotions and go under some hallucinations. While this is working, if the person is weak enough/willing enough he can extract some information. Gender:Male Relations: None known. Appearance: Wears tatterd brown ramnents of a cloack around his shoulder like a cape, keeps the hood on. Pale skin. Rusted chains tied to his chest and arms. Brown hair. Bio: John's father was a drinker, but he loved him. When his father was charged with murder and labeled insane, John faked insanity and went with him. In the insane asylum, the keepers were the truly insane ones. Performing experiments on the inmates and hearing the screams as they were driven to the depths of insanity, John began to scream along until he fealt he was insane. During a riot, he managed to escape. Name: Jester Age: Fitness suggests around 20, but in reality is much older. Weapon: Staff with the words "Comedy and Tragedy" scarred into it, one side of the staff has a concealed sword in it. Red rubber nose bombs. Some teleportation, can not use it often but can teleport others with him. If he takes others, it takes longer to recharge. Can communicate with others in dreams, takes some of his energy though at some extent he can control some dreams. Randiom "comedic" tools he uses. Due to his old age, can take parts of his body off but not without some pain. If he is not able to find the body part, it is known to regrow but it takes atleast a day. In the place of these body parts he can use some of his comedic props and attach them to himself. His final and perhaps greatest power is the ability to take a an opponent to his "circus" where he seems to control most of the reality. Time seems to pass by diffrently too, depending on the situation. Gender: Male. Relations: None known of. Appearance: Mask, definment of mask changes with mood but is usually black. Underneath the mask the face would be described as skeleton-like. Mask has tiny eyeholes. White-faced Jester makeup. Pants with shapes looking like red and black tears running down them. Usually carries the staff over shoulder, for a shirt wears a red and black peasent shirt with a similar red and black tear design. Sometimes wears a red rubber clown nose that he can use like a bomb, keeps them in a pocket. Under his clothing the skin has all fallen apart over time, leaving a skeleton with only a smile. Bio: A comedian, he believes the seeds of tragedy grow the tree of comedy. Has played in many courts, carnivals, and such. Always as the clown, the jester. Travels around now.
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Find whatever turns you on and then go to some places in KHV. Turned off quite a few.
