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    The Princess of the Mountain (freeform with Jester)

    Post by Saraphina on 11th February 2019, 9:57 pm



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    Re: The Princess of the Mountain (freeform with Jester)

    Post by Saraphina on 12th February 2019, 9:05 pm

    Capture the Castle,
    It hadn't been too terribly long in Fiore that Saraphina was around. She was still getting used to the place and enjoying roaming about the new lands. After doing minor good things, and finding it ultimately boring to still fallow minuscule rules, she decided to say forget it. She's spilt blood, and enjoyed it. Law wasn't something to hold her back from having fun anymore. No more being told 'no'. She needed a new start. And now, she was on the hunt for a new place to go.

    She had her crown upon her head and her sweet little polar bear, Týr with her, as well as Jester riding on the beast behind her. She had grown a liking to having Jester with her and slightly started to drag him wherever she went. He was great company when she wanted some entertainment, and when things seemed to start to go down. He never failed to give her the best of entertainment then. She was giggling at that thought, and hoping for more soon now. Týr on the other hand, started getting only nice for Saraphina, and slightly Jester. He was rather protective of the one who broke him and begun to care for him. He was still rather wild from time to time though, that she wouldn't be able to take away from him, not that she cared. She only wanted her precious pet to listen to her anyways. "So there is another place besides Silent Glaciers where it snows a lot! I love Fiore even more now!" She giggles as she claps her hands and looks over her shoulder towards Jester. "You know anything that's around here?" She grinned enough to show her teeth to him while her pinkish eyes look up at him with excitement. The girl was wearing a white dress of thin fabric that hung off her shoulders and had ruffles on the top and flowed down to her mid thighs. Her necklace was placed upon a winged collar necklace over a ruffled choker this time.

    She had wanted to see about this so called 'Mt Hakobe Settlements' after hearing some people talking about it. One of the stories she had heard about it, was about how a guild used to be upon the tops of it once before. After hearing that, she honestly wanted to see what was there and the treasures that could have been left behind. Honestly, this place sounded interesting for the simple fact that it was cold, and a guild used to be there already! She looks up the mountain, trying to see the very top. Another grin splits the pale girls face as she points up and was bouncing rather excitedly in her seat. "I want to go up there! I think I see something near the top!" She gasps as she urges Týr to go up the mountain. The beast lets up a bit of a growl before he started to make his way up, not arguing too much with his masters wishes. She stops him though as they go part of the way up. She slips off of the large polar bear, and squeals a little. "There's a village down below!" She calls out and looks back at Jester. "Doesn't it look cute?! I wonder if they'll let us do what we wish there?!" She giggles as she claps her hands together.

    It takes her a moment but she notices what seems like people, on some large four legged mountain animals, going up the mountain from the other side of where the village was. "Oh...?" She tilts her head as she watches them go on up the mountain. She puts a gloved hand to her lip as she was curious now. "Lets go see what they're doing! Maybe one of them will be my charming!" She clasps her hands together and giggles to herself before she climbs up onto Týr once again. "Follow them!" She points forward as she was riding upon her great beast side saddle. She was really excited now, and no one was going to deny her from this excitement. Else they wanted a beating, from whom exactly with her? She didn't know, nor did she care. She just knew she wasn't having anyone try to ruin her excitement.

    They were starting to travel up the mountain once again right near the top, and Saraphina was spying something up above. It seemed recently built, but there long enough that the snow blowing around on the mountain was able to get to it and color the grey stones, white. Saraphina's pink eyes growing wide like dinner plates now. It was a castle that was like everything she wished she could have. "I need inside..." She simply said and noticed the people whom they were following were going right towards this castle. "Lets go~!" Saraphina squeals as she kicks her feet excitedly. A rather loud horn was sounded as they were getting closer to the entrance, and the mage tilts her head a bit. "Odin... you better protect me..." She mutters to herself as she started to get a feeling about something here. She didn't know what the feeling was, but she wasn't going to lower her guard, even if the castle looked too beautiful for her to not continue to be excited over. It was honestly killing her to not squeal over it as they got to the entrance. There at least seemed to be no one there, especially after the group of people disappeared into the gates. "My jester... darling... do me a favor again... can you see about scouting ahead somehow?" She asks as she leans back slightly, craning her head back to look at him in an upside down manner.

    The gate started to open on them slowly, and regardless if Jester used something to go on ahead of them, or if they went ahead. The court yard of this castle would be bare, but the insides of the walls would be lined with people holding weapons to throw at them. "That isn't very welcoming to your queen..." She mutters as she crosses her arms over her chest.
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    Re: The Princess of the Mountain (freeform with Jester)

    Post by Jester on 17th February 2019, 7:53 am


    Magnificent.

    It was all so magnificent.

    In the mind of a man who had long since lost his sense of reality, a world of chaos was all he could hope for. A place where all those fools that thought their lives were perfect, that ignored the darkness and lived in the light would suffer for it. It had been so long that had he been searching, for many years, a game that was worth playing — searching for a game that would provide a thrill like no other. He had succeeded numerous times, but for so long they had been lacking something essential. He would work himself up, calculating and planning. Building up his ideals of the suffering he was to cause, then watch as it so eloquently fell into place. Always resulting in the euphoric satisfaction of a life or several lives ruined by his hands. It was good, so good, but not enough. Each time it would hit it's peaked, a climax of pain and anguish that he could revel in. Then it would seep away, and that euphoria would fade away with it. No, he needed more, much more.

    What the crazy clown needed, was continuity.

    For so long he had been on his own, wandering the world, leaving suffering in his wake. Sometimes he did not, if the place did not warrant the horrors, then why give in to it. No, it made little to no sense, to seek a dull high. Well, that was pointless. The clown was quickly coming to realise what he needed, this was a thrill that you could only achieve so much of on your own. What he needed was unique, he had found it once before, in the form of a music man. A delightful individual with long green hair and an assortment of wonderful instruments. A being as chaotic and unravelled as himself. That small sample of what it was like, of experiencing something different. That instead of playing with others, he could play alongside them. That was something entirely new and exhilarating, to witness the thrill of the pain they caused. Individuals like these, they deemed worthy of being a gamemaster, as Jester himself was. He had thought that the music man was a rare find, that to find someone so worthy was unlikely to happen again. Yet, it seemed he was wrong.

    For he had found, a gamemaster.

    A woman with white hair, the colour of snow, that fell down her back in waves. Eyes that almost appeared to glow with a pinkish red tone, such magnificent eyes. That could appear so sweet, then light up with chaos and mania. Sharp teeth that hinted only so subtlely at her true nature. She raided his thoughts, twice he had relished in the disorder she had artistically manifested. Firstly, when he had wandered rather randomly into the organisation, a group of anarchists that randomly selected them both from the crowd to do their handiwork. He had seen her then and decided to see if she was capable. Immediately, she had given off the vibe, but he needed to be sure.

    She did not disappoint.

    Secondly, after a short time of travelling together, she had been refused an item that was so rightfully hers. As a result, she had commenced their punishment, so many lives, so much pain and suffering. All those families left to bury the ones they loved; a mother headed out to get groceries, a father earning his keep for his family, brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, and children. All of those insects, their existence snuffed out at the hands of this Jester and his merciless queen. He had replayed those moments over and over in his mind endless, he delightful white queen, covered in blood. It was an image he was slowly becoming obsessed with. He wanted more, more, so much more and he would do anything to get it.

    Jester found himself, on another adventure with his white queen. His queen, who so befittingly had seated them on a polar bear she had seemingly tamed. He felt quite at ease riding on it's back; it reminded him of Sheba, the cold and callous tiger from his Circus days. The only beast he had ever felt some form of connection to, mainly because of how ruthlessly she killed the tamers that day. He wondered if she was still alive, oh he hoped so, he loved to see those powerful claws tear away at another living being. But Alas, the chances were slim. His queen bore her usual attire, a fetching white dress that was so well suited to her hair, a winged collar necklace, and a crown seated on her head. She had truly adopted the role as queen, which suited the clown perception of her well especially if they were going to have more fun playing games.

    There were travelling through Mt. Hakobe; the air was chilly but not so much that it was bothersome to the clown. He was wearing his usual white clown suit, with pink rings around his arms, waist and calves. A purple diamond and heart on his top, he wore rather high black heels, and his red hair was slicked back, high up away from his head. On his right cheek, he wore a green star and on the left a blue teardrop. He sat there, humming quietly under his breath, a tuneless melody. He was just making noise for the sake of entertaining himself while they travelled. His patience was wearing thin; it had been too long since he'd revelled in his queen's chaos. He yearned for it again. But for chaos and suffering, you needed victims. And where would they find victims in the midst of a mountain?

    Where indeed.

    His queen would order her beast to take them up the mountain, which the creature would obediently follow. And so as they made their way higher up the mountain, he wondering would be answered. His queen, rather exuberant, pointed out the village below. Victims, Victims, Victims. Jester thought excitedly, the adrenaline already beginning to pump through his body.  In spite of this physiological reaction, his face remained blank and unreadable at the time. A short distance away, his golden eyes followed his queen's line of sight as saw the group working their way up the mountain also. Riding mammals of their own. The bear-bear as Jester had so decidedly nicknamed him in his mind, would follow after the group at its master's order. The group would travel along until ahead emerged a magnificent castle.  Resting on the mountain, in a fearsome and curious manner. Jester cocked his head at it; he glanced to his queen to watch her reaction. A slow smirk crept onto his face, spreading wider and wider until it beamed across his face. His eyes would narrow in a malevolent manner. The next game was afoot. As he expected, his queen wanted inside, which meant none other than that they were going inside. Whether it was permitted or not.

    As they got closer to the building, the sound of a large horn rang through the air, coming from the castle itself. Jester snickered excitedly, his body trembling with anticipation. It was coming; the chaos was coming. Jester's face relaxed once more, morphing into a calm stillness. His queen would direct a request, one he was happy to oblige. He raised his left hand and snapped his fingers loudly. There was a ripple in the air, and a sudden crack as a few metres along, a small car appeared. It was the image of what could only be described as a clown car, painted white with stars, hearts and other various shapes all over in various colours. It did an almost excitedly beep as he whizzed away. Somehow the clown car had no trouble moving over the mountain terrain. It played a tune, much like that of an ice-cream carriage. It moved onwards towards the castle, arriving in the centre of the courtyard. The people inside would eye it warily. It was a bizarre thing to find on a mountain top after all. The car did a little beep, and the door on the left side opened. Out of the clown car stepped an identical clone of Jester, it moved out a little, and then another one climbed out. And another, and then another. Until Six clones of Jester stood around the car, looking blankly at the people there.

    Jester tutted pointedly, shaking his head and leaning over to his queen so she could hear him clearly. "These peasants are not so pleasant my Queenie." He whispered to her. Then suddenly, his clones would break out into a performance. One would sing, another would hum a melody for the other to sing to. There were no coherent words; it was more like an opera style of song adding to the ominous atmosphere of their approach. The others would begin to dance, cartwheeling and spinning. They each formed a row of three, parallel to each other. Then in perfect synchronisation, they spoke.

    "May we present to you, the white queen." Six voices called out, before bowing in an abnormally low manner. They would move along, passing the rows of clones, witness for themselves the confused yet slightly hostile crowd that awaited them. Jester hopped off Tyr, his heels hitting the hard concrete beneath him. He walked along, hand on his hips admiring them for a moment.

    "Bow to your queen." He ordered, he knew what he was doing. The absurdity of the request, he needed someone to say it. He needed to orchestrate the chaos, so he could revel in his queen and the punishment she would deliver.

    "I've never heard of a white queen, where does she rule?"

    Jester turned, spotted the man who had spoken out, a soldier, perhaps a leader. It didn't really matter none. "My queen rules all. Everything belongs to her, the air, the snow, your lives, this castle, the stars, oh yes and your lives. Bow to Queenie, bow." He said again. The people stirred, shocked by his words, his eyes were mad. They were not prepared for this eccentricity.

    "She is no queen of ours, you are a bunch of freaks that need locking up. We will not bow to her,"

    Jester moved quickly, stalking over to the main, he swept him up by his collar. Swords and bows raised suddenly pointing at him threatening. Jester lifted the man off the ground with ease, bringing his face close to him.

    "Bow to your queen." He said in little more than a whisper. The man struggled against his grip; his weapon has fallen to the floor, out of his reach.

    "No." Jester grinned suddenly, he dropped the man and twirled back to the white queen. He spoke once more, sounds more normal than he normally does. The madness in his voice slipping, he sounded for once, quite understandable. Because Jester wanted the people to hear this, to understand the validity of what they had done. He wanted to see how she would take this outright refusal, this disrespect. He wanted it more than anything, his heart was racing. Yet, his body was still, as still as a statue as he asked his queen, the most essential question.

    "It appears they do not bow my queen, they are refusing you, what is your verdict on the matter?"

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    Re: The Princess of the Mountain (freeform with Jester)

    Post by Saraphina on 17th February 2019, 4:42 pm

    Capture the Castle,
    Saraphina grins asa she watches Jester cast his magic. She leans forward on the polar bear as she sees the car up ahead of her. "That is so adorable!" She couldn't help but giggle and put her hands to her cheeks, and let up an excited squeal at the beep it did too. She couldn't contain her excitement with this little car as she watched it go into the castle and she bit her bottom lip. She moved herself to be up on her knees on Tyr's back, wanting to see clearly what was going on. As soon as the clone of Jester popped out of it, her head instantly snapped back to him as she gasped a bit. She blushes a bit as he leaned close to her. After they did that one thing for the Black Blood Brotherhood, or whatever the group was called, and he had done that fantastic act of pretending to be a distraught lover, she was a bit unsure about some actions. Maybe it was more she wished she could find someone who would treat her like that all the time. Having a mix of Jester in her Prince Charming would be perfect.

    "If they're not so pleasant... then we should take care of them." She says as she grins and licks her lips lightly. She looked on towards the entrance of the castle, and raised an eyebrow to all the clones, grinning as they were being everything but still anymore. She claps her hands a bit as she was enjoying the performance once again. It just lacked some adrenaline now. When they stopped, and formed their rows though, she paused and tilted her head a bit. As they spoke, her head shot up and her hands were delicately over her mouth while her eyes grew wide in awe and excitement. White Queen. That sounded all too great to her. To the point she was near tears. She watched as Jester hopped off of her beautiful beast, and watched him go up ahead of her. This guy really was setting the standard for her Prince Charming now... She listens as the men inside the castle were starting to object to his telling them to bow to her. She puffs her cheeks up and places them on her hips while she still rode upon Tyr's back. "Never heard of me?! Oh! How rude?!" She couldn't help but say aloud. She felt her anger starting to get to her.

    Jester grabbing the man who questioned her ruling had her pause a bit. He really was too sweet to her with how high of a pedestal he put her up on. She ruled all. Of course, she deserved it all. Her eyes opened wide with excitement as she watched him, expecting the others to start bowing now. She shifts herself on Tyr to be able to get off better and greet her court, but what she heard, wasn't what she wanted. They wouldn't bow to her? She grips her hands together as she slowly has a grin on her face, but her eyes showed she wasn't happy though. "No... It's such a dirty word." She says with a sneer after the man refused to bow still, even after Jester picked him up and pulled him close to him. He was being an idiot, this soldier here within these walls of this castle. It was starting to look more and more homey the more she was within the walls. As Jester questioned her verdict on the matter of these imbeciles not wanting to bow to her, she starts to smile ever so sweetly. She slips off of Tyr, and gingerly pets the side of her polar bears face. "Well... I dare say..." She simply says aloud. Her bright eyes look around at all the people around her. "I did want to be nice and tell them I wanted to visit... But the more I stand here..." Of course she needed to pause as she looks directly at Jester. "The more I want this castle. Kill them all. Leave no survivors." She cheekily says while tilting her head to the side. She knew Jester would enjoy this. As would she.

    Tyr started to rumble a bit as well, shaking his body as he looks towards Saraphina. She waved her hand at him, motioning towards a group that had started to get closer from the other side. She then held up her hand so she would have their attention. "Hear me! Hear me! Either let yourself be killed, or bow to me! I'm taking over the castle regardless of what you sa~ay!" She muses rather loudly on purpose. She saw a few of them pause as she giggles over to them. She knew she looked like she was just a delicate little flower or whatever to them. She holds out her hand and giggles slightly. "Thrud." She enjoyed being able to summon forth her favorite little sword of light. Her lips twisted to a cold grin, as her eyes were now excited once again. Adrenaline was coursing through her. "May the gods bless me with the strength of the Valkyries." She cackles while Tyr let up a roar and moved himself to fall upon three of the soldiers next to him. They had been trying to creep up on the bear, but he wasn't having it.

    The white haired mage was calmly walking towards a group that started running after her. A snicker slipped through her lips while she held up her sword, it lighting up brightly to blind the men in front of her. Her eyes seemed unaffected by it though. "Defiance towards me is frowned upon." She says as the light dimmed, and five swords were around her. The men were trying to focus on her now, but they had ultimately stopped to try and see clearly once again. She had walked right up to the person in front and swung her arm out rather ungracefully as she giggles a little. The floating swords starting to shoot out at the others behind him. There was at least three more men behind the six she just killed. When they saw her grin and the bit of blood that had slightly splattered on her face though, they started to seem a good decent bit concerned about what they had just done.

    "Kill her! Damnit! Protect the castle!" Someone's voice, from the building, called down. The voice was female, and it sounded rather rough. Glancing up, Saraphina sees a blonde female wearing fur clothing and looking rather angry from a balcony of the castle above the front doors. A giggle was on her face. There was something within this castle that seemed important now, and she wanted it just as much as the castle itself. "Je~ester!" She simply calls out sweetly, hoping he'd understand with the tone of her voice what she wished for him to do after he was done. She was wanting inside the castle now to find out the secrets it held within it's walls. Would there be jewels? Would there be shiny gems? Would there be priceless artifacts?! Or did it home someone who was trying to take over the world and impose laws? She hoped it would be all of the above, so she could kill the law maker and take all the other goodies within the walls. She already determined she was done with being told what she can and can't do, and just wanted to be free. What better way than to take out the center of this problem instead?

    The three people in front of her had gotten out of their stupor, and started to come at her. She giggles as she didn't even move, letting them come to her. She had made her swords fly out towards the side, as they seemed focused on her, and swung her sword a bit like she would be the one to slice at them, till her five other swords impaled them instead. "Foolish~!" She giggles to them as two of the guys had two swords in their bodies near their hearts, and another only had one. She was waiting for more to come at her, in which she raised her other hand. "Aegir." She giggles as water came rushing out of her hand and she begun to slightly move her hand in a smooth dance type movement. She flicks her hand in the direction of the other members within this courtyard. She knew what she was doing. This was water, and this was a mountain range that was rather cold. As soon as her water touched them, they slowed down till they froze in place. She giggles as she points her sword in their direction and the five floating swords went to work once again. "Ooooh! This is such fun!" She giggles. She turns her attention towards the front door of the castle, Tyr behind her enjoying himself trampling over the soldiers.

    The soldiers were rather afraid of the big white beast coming after them. Saraphina just let her precious mount enjoy himself as she went to see if the door was opened for her to be able to get inside and cause anymore havoc, especially for the goodies within that that blonde was apparently trying to get the soldiers to protect, even though they were being slaughtered by the bear at least. "Poor Tyr... his pretty white fur is stained red with their dirty blood." The white haired girl pouts before she directs her attention back at the door.
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    Re: The Princess of the Mountain (freeform with Jester)

    Post by Jester on 20th February 2019, 3:49 pm


    Everything was falling into place.

    His Queen was playing the game, side by side, every word she spoke and action she made. Reflected her part perfectly, she was embracing it. With each moment, there were inching closer to the chaos he craved, the suffering she would befall to these lowly peasants. Squashing the no-good insects at her feet, and smiting the life from them under her pristine white shoes. She was so magnificent to spectate, and he only ached for more. More blood, more pain, more...everything. Her response to his heads up only seemed to stem his excitement more. It was coming, it really was. The Chaos. He instructed his clones in the dance and song, his mind sending out signals to each of them. Moving them as one, they were highly skilled, reflectively of his own capabilities. It was much like the dances and singing he had to do, every night when he stepped into the arena of that Circus tents. The crowd staring at his in anticipation, a natural they said, such talent they said. Until it was said no more.

    The decade-old memories matter not right now; they were just aided in the perfection of the absurdity he was manifesting. The extravagant entrance, designed to ensnare the attention of the onlookers, and lift his Queen spirits. The greater her excitement, the worse it would be when these peasants disappointed her. And they would disappoint her; they were mere peasants after all. Their puny, pathetic minds were incapable of existing on the same level as a Game Player like herself or Jester. They were nothing, their blank faces nothing more than canvas that needs to be painted in anguish and blood. When the performance entered, and he had begun his great introduction, their reactions were as he expected. There was either two possibilities; they would either marvel, perhaps even treat them with a warm welcome. It would be the more disappointing reaction, the Queen was the type who enjoyed the appreciation of others, if these peasants acted like such, she would see no need to punish them, and Jester really did not want that. Then there was the other reaction, the reaction he hoped for; rejection. Right now, to get the satisfaction he desired, he wanted them to fail her.

    And fail her, they did.

    It began with their inability to recognise her as a Queen; she was immediately displeased with this response. And so he had moved onto the next part, of roughly manhandling the soldier and bombarding him with a zealous command. It would have been amusing if they had given in, bowed to her out of fear. That type of response, he might have found amusing. To watch them so filled with fear that they would throw away their pride and commit to such a display of weakness. Alas, that didn't seem to be the case, their stubborn refusal would be their downfall, and Jester would relish in it.

    Her tone only seemed to grow more displeased, as she witnessed the exchange, and as Jester awaited her verdict. His golden eyes watched intently as she stroked the polar bear. Speaking of her initial intentions, and how they had changed. Her pinkish eyes met his, and she said the words.

    Kill them all. Leave no survivors.

    He stood there frozen from a moment, staring in a blissful trance from her words. His fingers began to shake, his lips quivered. A chuckle left his lips, stretching on it grew grandeur, he curled forward. Holding his stomach as he began to cackle hysterically, before throwing his head back. Eyes wide with manic delight, he bellowed with laughter. Stretching out his arms, cards began to appear. Floating around him, they began to dance, flying around him like a ring, they spun around him. As he couldn't to laugh hysterically and then they flew. Shooting out in all directions, they began their merciless attack. Even the clones had started running around manically, attacking anyone they good in a relentless fashion. He stopped cackling long enough to call out to the victims that were now trying to defend themselves from the sudden attacks.

    "YOU HEAR THAT PEASANTS, THE QUEEN HAS SPOKEN; YOUR SENTENCE IS DEATH."

    He twirled, flicking his wrist at another attacker. Six cards appeared from his palm, flying towards the man. They buried themselves into him, two in his left leg, three in his chest and one in the centre of his forehead. "Bullseye!" Jester chirped happily. He said felt a body latch on him; two men grabbed onto him. His smile dropped instantly, these peasants, their feelings hands. They were touching him; they were holding him, squeezing him tightly. Something in his mind snapped out of place. His expression moulded into something rare for him, a look of pure menacing rage. He suddenly began shrieking madly, pulling his arms inwards, he slammed the two men into each other forcefully. The force of the blow was enough to cause them both to loosen their grip on him. He slipped his arms out, reaching out once more, he grabbed the one to his left. Placing his hands on either side of his head, applying pressure, he twisted the neck sharply. The force and exertion of the moved making a cracking noise as the man neck was snapped. Without given his companion a moment to react, he summoned a single card in the left hand. Holding it between his index and middle finger, he slashed it across his throat, tearing the skin open and cause it to spatter with blood. He stood there for a moment, allowing the bodies to fall the floor. He was trembling with rage; they touched him, they had actually touched him. These filthy creatures touch him. His mind almost began to spiral out of control; his vision almost seem to fade under a red sheet. He was losing it; the insanity was taken over, filling his mind with nothing but red.


    And then he heard her.

    Her sweet, sinister, sing-song voice, was calling his name. The rage from his face slipped away as suddenly as it came. He looked at her, quite blankly. The red mist clearing as he looked upon his white queen, his face coated in the splatter of the blood of her victims. He remembered what he had been doing, he straightened. He had almost lost him to the red blanket of rage, that wouldn't have been fun. No, he needed to get back to the game.

    He followed her gaze and saw the blonde woman. He turned his gaze to the door, that must lead further into the castle. His queen had made claims of wanting the castle for herself, so of course, she would want to explore the inside. To take it over completely, meant she needed to get it. Of course, this was part of the game. He needed to focus on the game, and focus on his queen. His black heels began to click against the concrete as he made his way over to the door. The Queen was savagely handling some more insects, delivering her cause with a combination of magic and swords. Jester reached up into the air and opened his palm. The was a ripple above him, and from the sky would fall a single red horn. He caught it in his open palm, before gently throwing it towards the door which was currently being guard be a group of soldiers. He then summoned a single playing card, twisting it he took a look. It was the six of spades. He glanced back at the soldiers, six of them, he smirked.

    "A spade for each of you, dig, and dig and make a nice grave peasants." He threw the card, it soared through the air and struck the red horn than lay at their feet. The horn exploded, blowing all of the guards to pieces. It force cause the doors to be blasted away, leaving a path for his white queen.

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    Re: The Princess of the Mountain (freeform with Jester)

    Post by Saraphina on 22nd February 2019, 11:20 pm

    Capture the Castle,
    After she had decreed that they should all die, Saraphina was a bit surprised about Jesters response. She wasn't expecting him to laugh as much as he was, but a grin was on her face a moment later when he started using his magic and attacking the soldiers. She let up a gleeful giggle, and clapped her hands rather happily. His words made her grin. That was her jester, amusing her with his magic and threatening them, and of course, pleasing her with what she felt she rightfully deserved now. His delight in helping her rid of the low lives who were trying to guard this place, was helping fuel her own delight a bit more now as well. She hadn't noticed him being grabbed and how he hadn't liked it as she was personally dealing with the other soldiers coming after her. She giddily finished off the men near her. She looked over at Jester again as she had finished her work, and watched him create the red horn thing and throw it over to the guards whom were trying to stand their ground there. Tyr could deal with the other peasants behind her, she wanted to see this. Gingerly, the princess had put a hand under her chin as she propped it on her other arm, waiting to see what her jester would do. After he had thrown a card after talking about a spade and graves, she let up an excited squeal from the explosion and quickly went running over towards Jester.

    "That was splendid!" She says in a rather happy voice before she goes running towards the door and looking inside the castle. She stops right in the doorway, sword of light in her hand by her side as she started to look up and around at the massive hall before her. The floors were covered in a beautiful white-grey polished marble while the walls were the cool grey stone that was outside and were lined with three candle holding, wrought iron sconces that were reflecting and flickering off of the floor to illuminate the area on both side. The floor would have a red carpet strip go right down the middle of the hall and down other halls up ahead, and the walls were lined with matching banners that went across the sconces. Up above them was a vaulted ceiling that had wrought iron chandeliers that matched the scones on the wall. Saraphina was taking it all in. There were tables every couple of meters bearing some snow flowers, a picture above it, a candelabra, or nothing at all on top of them. This was basically everything she had ever dreamed of with a castle. And it would soon be hers, minus the hideous pictures she was seeing of some random guy looking like he was some fancy shmancy noble or whatever. If he was the 'master' of the castle, she'd have his head on a platter after she found the kitchen, and it'd be a delight to her to see it there.

    Something struck her as odd when she realized she had been staring at her new home for a bit too much without issues. It was quiet. She pauses in her looking to get back alert. She stiffened, trying to find soldiers before she stepped inside. There had to be something in here. It would be way too boring if there was absolutely nothing! She needed to take over this castle! Where was that blonde from outside? Where were the soldiers? She grips her sword, that's in her hand, tighter as she started to walk into the castle. There was no time to hesitate. This was hers for the taking. "Hello~o!" She calls out rather excitedly, but only hearing her echo in return. She frowns as she stands upon the carpet of the hall. Should she wait for more soldiers? Or should she venture farther into the castle? Venture. She needed to see more of the splendid castle. She giggles as she skips along the carpet now, twirling a little as she begun to get farther along. As soon as she gets to where the area split, a bright flash came out from the right and smacked into her, followed by a loud crack sound. Saraphina had been in mid skip when she was hit, so she was knocked off course of her joy ride through the hall. Tyr had let up a roar as he sees his master laying on the ground, her crown rolling away across the marble and making a loud ringing as it echoed through the hall. Her sword was up against the wall not too far from her, while her hair covered her face as she laid upon the ground. Tyr was suddenly antsy as he started to make his way into the castle after swiping his paw at the last soldier that came at him, and makes his way towards her before he stopped.

    A few voices were cheering among themselves down the hall to the right about hitting the crazy girl from the outside. If one were to look down the hallway that they were down, they'd see a group of five young looking men wearing nice black hooded robes lined with a silver trim. The way they carried themselves literally screamed mage to everyone, and that's without the fact that one was cheering that he had hit her with a lightning bolt. Slowly, Saraphina stirred without them knowing at first. They didn't notice she was still relatively okay, or enough to get up again, till she started to roll onto her hands and knees. "You... You hit..." Her voice was soft as she had her head hanging. She was quiet for a moment as her head turned to the side. Part of her face was rubbed raw from sliding on the marble a bit, and her expression clearly showed that she was pissed now. "You hit me!" She cries out loud enough for her voice to echo through the halls. The mages had all stopped in their tracks, and didn't know what to make of this little girl who seemed like she was crazy. Saraphina gets up slowly, holding onto her side of her chest, where one could see torn fabric, as well as black scorch marks from where the bolt it her. Honestly, if she wasn't skipping like she had been, it would have hit the side of her head possibly.

    She stumbled to her sword, not bothering with her crown as she glares over towards the mages who were still rather petrified from the girl who was looking like her eyes alone would kill them. "You fucking touched me with a filthy, phony, lightning bolt of Thor?" She slowly removes her hand from her side, exposing the part of her breast that was hit by the bolt. She holds her hand up towards them. "Jord!" She growls menacingly as parts of the earth begun to fly in through the front entrance and sped down the hall and around the corner towards the mages. There were about seven pieces of boulders coming rushing at them. Three of the five mages were smacked in the head by the rocks, but one of them had barely summoned their own rocks to lessen the blow. A whistle was blown by some of the other mages whom were inside a bubble barrier that protected them from her boulders. That whistle had summoned other soldiers to them, with a few upon some mountain beasts. They were all down the hall, not even near enough to attack, but their feet could be heard with the echoes. "Jester... Remove them all from my sight..." She says as her eyes were locked on the mages. Her rocks were now smacking into the mages as she was getting furiouser and furiouser, slowly walking towards them as she was commanding her rocks at them. The one that slightly survived her first onslaught with the rocks had his head smashed in by one of the boulders after it knocked him down again. "You. Don't. Touch. Me!" She cries out and another boulder came in. The barrier one mage made, was weakening as Saraphina's rocks were getting too much for the mage to keep the barrier. The other mage was a fire mage, so his fire would have nothing on the earth besides heat it up before it hit them. As soon as the barrier was broken, all eight pieces of boulder piled upon the two, making them scream in pain from her. Tears were running down her cheeks as she looks down at her chest and where she had been hit. "My dress is black... and I hurt..." She whines. She was more concerned for her dress over the state of her face and breast right now. She was glad they were all going to die now. She couldn't have this treatment.
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    Re: The Princess of the Mountain (freeform with Jester)

    Post by Jester on 24th February 2019, 2:24 pm


    The clown's golden eyes fell on the carcasses that now lay dispersed across the castle grounds; it was certainly becoming quite the mess. It was a shame if it hadn't been for those despicable men having grabbed at him he would've been enjoying this a great deal more. But Jester didn't like to be touched, especially not by men. That feeling, their hands, the restraint. It brought back a nostalgic feeling, one of sickening discomfort and misery. For so long he had endured those sick sensations, for so long it had gone on. The line of tolerance thinning with each day, his grip on reality slipping away as the pain went on and on. Until finally, he had snapped. Liberating himself from the torture threw merciless revenge, there had been no survivors then either. Because those disgusting beings, all of them, did not deserve to live. As did these folk running around the castle, his queen's orders were no less than what they were owed. Death and anguish and Jester would gladly bestow that to them.

    The white queen ran over to him gleefully, pleased with the result of his little balloon. She continued on inside, peeking in like a curious child about to explore a playground. Jester snapped his fingers, and his clothes changed. His red cloak materialised over her, followed by his top hat that covered his flaming red hair and a white smiling mask that emerged over his face. He reached up, lifting the top hat from his hand, he leaned forward. Flipping the hat upside down, he placed it on the ground, with the opening facing upwards. He then straightened up, following after his queen as he stepped into the building after her. The hat began to tremble on its own; then from it, hairless, mutated rabbits started to leap out. Dispersing themselves in all directions, they began to chase after the remaining people. Regardless of whether they were living, injured or dead. The rabbits swarmed them, like hungry beasts foaming at their diseased mouths. They fell upon them, the only beings they avoided being Bear-Bear and the clown clones. They would be sure to complete things up nicely out here, infecting and killing anyone that tried to flee — therefore allowing the White Queen and her Jester to explore the inside of the castle at their leisure.

    The inside of the castle was as to be expected of such a place, even more, grande on the inside as it was the outside. They had initially entered into a great hall, Jester's eyes scanned over the room. Taking in all of its detail, the exquisite white marble floor, the decorative pieces such as sconces, red carpeting and banners that matched. His eyes drifted from the interior over his queen; she was looking it all over with awe. It was clear she was satisfied with what she had found, behind his mask Jester smirked. His queen need was even more apparent now; she wanted to own it, to claim it as hers. A castle for a queen, it suited her well. He was only too happy to help her own it; Jester didn't need possessions. Not like this, his home was vastly different. But it suited his needs, his queen, however. Her nature was to take what she wanted, and better it was the more furiously she fought for it. It was clear, her determination and vigour were ruthless. It was just another factor that made her so exciting to watch.


    Jester glanced around; it was quiet, too quiet. It didn't make sense that this place was not better guarded. They would not have put all of the guards outside. That would've been foolish, even for insects like these. He followed after his queen, his cane materialising in his hand. He would play with it as he watched, throwing it from palm to palm as they moved deeper into the castle. The blow came very suddenly out of nowhere; Jester watched unmoving as his queen was struck to the ground. He blinked in mild surprise. He stared at her, wondering if she was dead. Jester felt a slightly anxiousness as he stared, wondering if this was it for his white queen. He sincerely hoped his queen wouldn't fall so easily. Bear-bear angrily made his way towards them, furious that his master had been knocked down. If so, he would simply have to massacre these insects by himself. Torture and punish them for ruining his plans and killing his fellow Gamemaster.

    Jester looked for a moment, wondering what his queen would do. Should he kill these men immediately, or watch to see if she got up. It would certainly be more fun to watch her get up and punish them for their insubordination. He saw her move slightly, and smirked widely behind his mask, his eyes lighting up with delight. Due to his face being covered, the men were clueless to his expression. He turned his head to those who were foolishly cheering their victory. Still smiling, it was just too pitiful, these fools didn't realise what they had done; the wrath that was upon them. He was pleased that the game hadn't come to such a sudden dull end, his queen would live on and so would deliver her ruling. He could follow her for a little longer at least. Her voice was loud, and so filled with rage, she climbed to her feet. Turning on the fools with murderous eyes, Jester trembled under the sight of it. Those eyes, that expression, it was utterly mesmerising.

    She summoned an attack of rocks, taking out three of the onlookers. Two of them had managed to avoid death through elemental protection. She gave Jester a command, one he was happy to oblige. He skipped over to the remaining men waiting inside the bubble barrier, he leaned forward and wagged a gloved finger at them, he tutted.

    "Naughty insects, We told you to bow when you had the chaaaance~"

    He said almost teasingly, he stretched his arms out, in his palm he was holding a toy gun that had seemingly appeared from nowhere. He pointed it the one with the whistle. Smirking, he pulled the trigger, "Bang." He said playfully, with a giggle. From the end of the gun popped out a little white flag, on the flag was a sloppily drown face wearing a frown. The guy in the bubble let out a piercing scream. His mind suddenly rife with agonising pain, Jester watched as he fell to his knees. Screaming in agony, as he gripped onto his head as though he was losing his mind. He would see nothing but black, hear nothing but silence; his loss of two significant senses only heightening his attention to the mental strain he was now suffering.

    "You bastard, what did you do to him!" Another guy shouted at him; he had a spear in his grasp. Raising his arm, he launched it at Jester. Jester twirled out of the way, almost doing a gracefully pirouette. Mid-turn, he brought his hands in, pushing the flag back inside the gun. As he turned to face the guy with the rocks again, he would point it once more. "Pow." He muttered as he clicked the trigger of the gun. A flag popped out once more, this time wearing a smiling face. Acid appeared from nowhere, raining down over the guy before he even had time to dodge it. He let out a piercing scream as his flesh was melted away.

    He looked at the rest, who were looking on fearfully, clearly unsure whether to fight or flight. "Let's see... one, two..." Jester hopped from foot to foot, counting the remaining heads before him. "Thirteen! Thirteen fools that refused to bow," He said, the gun in his left hand disappeared. Replacing by a deck of cards, Jester began to shuffle them, looking over at his queen. She seemed rather displeased, having been attacked by lightning, her dress was now blackened and burnt, not to mention her body was most likely injured. Hmm, this wouldn't do; he needed his queen in high spirits, so they could have fun while they administered their punishment. He moved his hands around, passing the cards from one hand to the other, causing them to dance through the air. "Well you see, that just won't do." And with a flick of his fingers, the cards flew, piercing through the air bubble, they began hacking away at the crowd and aiming specifically for their legs, just above their knees. One by one, they fell down. Their legs shredded to pieces, some reduced to bloody stumps.

    "See my queen, now they bow for you." He said gleefully, giggling as he admired his work. The screaming, the groans, the suffering. A pile of people, "Queenie, Queenie, why was the legless man immortal? Cause he couldn't kick the bucket!" Jester said, throwing back his head, he let out another overzealous cackle, amused by his own joke. He straightened up, looking at the men. "Let's see legless folk, are you immortal?" He said, he snapped his fingers, and from the entrance where they came. There was a beeping noise, his tiny clown car, small enough to fit through the cap came tumbling through the halls to where they were. Driving over to the horde of bodies, the car began to drive over them,  reversing back and forth over them completely until they were no longer moving. Jester shrugged, turning back to his queen, he shrugged.

    "Guess not."


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    Re: The Princess of the Mountain (freeform with Jester)

    Post by Saraphina on 7th March 2019, 9:51 pm

    Capture the Castle,
    Saraphina hadn't paid much attention to the hat that Jester put down, but she did enjoy seeing him change his attire once again. She liked it when he changed randomly, made him dashing in her opinion. A dashing jester. It suited her court in her opinion. She paid no mind to the rabbits as they swarmed around, knowing they wouldn't touch her precious Tyr, else she'd have someone else's head. In the castle, Saraphina was literally oogling everything within her sight, till she was hit by the lightning bolt. As she got up, she didn't look at Jester while she attacked the men. They were her prey. Her eyes were locked on her targets, and they would be so till she smashed them with her rocks. As other soldiers starting coming out, she gives a glare over to them as well. A grin starts forming on her face. “Halt! You're not supposed to be here!” They try to tell her while aiming various long ranged weapons at her and Jester once again. A giggle starts to escape her lips as she shakes her head. “Don't they know better by now… harming the princess and then telling her 'no’ is absolutely, indescribably, undeniably, and utterly wrong?” She giggles while her eyes stayed rather wide.

    The sounds of a fight threatening to form around her was rattling her up. And being told ‘no’ once again, that was just adding more fuel to her fire. She wanted them all squished and gone like the little itty bitty insects Jester was calling them. She glanced out of the corner of her eye when he was counting the people before him. Of course, she was still rather upset about her beautiful dress being ruined by the attack on her, so she did need some extra fuel for the fire within to grow. At the sight of the cards going between his hands like so, she was in a bit of awe. It looked like a fabulous trick. She held her sword in her hand, waiting to allow the five other swords out again. At the sight of the cards going after the men's legs, Saraphina actually cracks a smile to that. “I guess it was oh so terrible for them to bow to me!” She giggles as she puts her free hand over her cleavage delicately. As Jester begun to tell his joke, she raises an eyebrow to him. There had to be more than just that simple joke. Right? She was about to turn and use her rocks to smash the other soldiers about when she heard the little car beeping behind her. There was the addition to his joke. She gasped as she grinned widely. Was something new going to come out of the car? Or was it going to do something different? As long as it punished these fools who defied her and tried to reject her. Then the car begun to run them over, and over, and over and over. She giggles as they no longer moved. “Oh… I didn't need immortal legless pieces of dirt who don't want to even worship my pinky!” She giggles more as she holds up her pinky on her free hand.

    She then turns her attention back to the group. That one blonde woman was at the back. Saraphina's eyes grew rather wide as she grinned widely. “She's my target… unless you can make her death a party for her ordering them to kill me?” The grin on her face widens to show her teeth as she holds her blade ahead of her. “You all sure you won't bow to me?! This is your last chance~!” She giggles as she was ready for the show to begin. Would they submit? Or continue to tell her to halt. Apparently, they had been so engrossed in Jester's performance, that they had forgotten they were supposed to go after them both. They were also unsure if they wanted to go after them now too.

    A growl would be heard from the far back before an arrow came flying over the soldiers heads. Saraphina frowns for a moment before she moved one of her rocks and let the arrow destroy itself on it. “You imbeciles! They are trying to infiltrate the castle! Kill them! Now!” The woman's voice rang through the halls. The men started to clamor a bit at her voice, getting back their heads and pointing their weapons at them once again. Tyr let up a rather angry bellow as some were pointed at him too. He begun to charge and attack the soldiers closest to him as he wasn't having them touch him or the two so easily. That grin she had on her lips earlier, when she was first told ‘halt’ after she crushed the imbeciles with her rocks, started to come back, eyes wide with excitement once again. “Let's have a party, and play, shall we?” She asks as she cocks her head to the side slightly at the same time as the blonde shouted 'Go!’ at her men. The men had started to go after the trio once again. She slightly moved her foot to turn her body as a rock came flying from behind her. The rock went right towards a soldier that originally was in front of her, smacking him right in the face. The smack had caused him to fall back and onto a couple of his comrades and push them back simultaneously. “Prince's of silver, Prince's of gold~” She begins to sing happily while twirling around a bit to fluff up her skirt. She elegantly had the sword flow with her twirl before she giggles once again and goes after some of the men. “Prince's tell the tales of old. Prince's are clean and don't make a mess, and then most definitely don't ruin my dress!” She hissed the last word as she brought the sword up and into someone's chest before yanking it out and giggling quite a bit. Her smile was showing her teeth as her eyes were wide with excitement.

    Adrenaline was coursing through her body, and she wanted to do more. Her sword swung at a blink of an eye as it made contact with another man, slicing upon his chest and through the fabric that was keeping him warm up here on the mountains. She would of thought most of them would have hd thicker materials, or even armor to keep them warm. Guess they never expected to be infiltrated like so by a pair of mages with a massive bear on their side. A cackle escapes her lips as she shoves her sword into another before yanking it out. It lit up once again, blinding the group before her as she stuck the sword out in their direction. As the light fades away once again, the five floating swords are around her. “Stab them all… my beautiful swords! Show these imbeciles that I’m the queen!” She giggles as she holds her sword up right in front of her and clapped her other before bringing her hands together. She had squished her breasts together as she lowered her sword, knowing that they would probably distract the males, which it actually did manage to do to a couple, whom were impaled by the floating swords due to their failure to keep an eye out for the swords.

    The woman in the back was gritting her teeth as she sees Saraphina making her way towards her. She didn’t seem to be enjoying the fact that this dainty, blood splattered, wedding dress wearing girl was practically slaughtering her men. A few nicks was mainly getting to this girl, and it wasn’t slowing her down. She needed her to stop, but clearly Saraphina had other plans. She kept on giggling and singing random verses to her song about princes and what they’d look like and how they’d act towards her. One could clearly see that this obnoxious singing was bothering that woman immensely. “Shut your trap, child!" She shouts at her. That made Saraphina pause for a moment after she lopped a head off of a soldier.

    “Excuse me…? What did you just say?” Saraphina’s voice was cold as she glares over to her. It seemed like she was ready to attack her dead on, but she didn’t move from her place, letting her rocks knock back the people whom were trying to come after her while she glared on. “Stop. Singing. You’re absolutely terrible at it.” The woman’s lips begun to curl into a smile as she figured she had the girl beat. Saraphina just looked at the woman, eyes seeming to glaze over for a moment before she earned a wide grin once again. She holds out her free hand and lets her fingers start to do a little dance. “Aegir…” She says before water came shooting out of her hands and was weaving around the group of men to go right for the woman. “My singing… is beautiful…” She says as the water hits the woman and was seeping through the fur she wore. “Now… tell me… what’s in the castle that is going to be mine now?” She giggles to her. “Jewels in vast numbers that would make even my wildest dreams weap? Gems? Beautiful Artifacts? Or is there something even better?” She giggles as the woman was starting to shiver from the water. She had gritted her teeth, and shakes her head before she ignores her soaking wet clothes and attempts to charge straight for Saraphina with her own sword drawn. “You’re getting nothing in this castle! And you’re not stepping another foot further in here!” As soon as she was close enough, Saraphina raised her own sword, dropping her water spell, and was clashed with the woman, who looked pissed, while she herself had a sweet giggle going across her lips.

    The woman was confused as she shoved Saraphina back. It was clear on her face that she was lost and was wondering why in the world this little girl was laughing like so! It was driving her nuts already, but she ignored it and begun shedding her furred top, being in just a regular tank top and her furred pants before she went after the white haired mage. Saraphina giggles some more, shivering with delight. The girls swords clash again. “You told me no… Jester knows what happens when people tell me ‘no’. Their heads end up on pikes. That’s why I have a crown…” She then realized she didn’t have her crown upon her head, and puts a hand on her head, trying to feel for it, before she glances away to look for it with her eyes. As she looked away, she felt pressure come off of her sword. Before she even looked back, she sent a rock flying that smacked the woman on her face. She was about to hit her with her sword, but Saraphina wasn’t having it. She turned her head back to the woman, who was hit with a baseball sized rock, and already had a beautiful lump on her head. “Excuse me… I am a queen… You do not attempt to assassinate the queen…” Saraphina looked like she was ready to murder. With the woman slightly distracted by her new injury, Saraphina threw another rock at her before she went after her with her sword. “You shouldn’t try to fight a mage. Your back will be stabbed.” Saraphina giggled as one of her swords did indeed jab itself into the woman's back.

    “Long live the queen...” Saraphina giggles as she swung her sword again and lopped this woman’s head off like she had the other men. “Oh… I never did get her to tell me about if there was anything of importance hiding here…” She pouts. She really wanted to know if there were any jewels and gems hiding about. She then shrugs her shoulders as she looks back to see what Jester had done. “Let's go find the throne room!” She yells rather excitedly over to him. Any soldiers nearby her whom were trying to attack her, were instantly smacked with her rocks. They weren’t worth her time or energy to play with right now. The throne room was more important to her now. She quickly begins to skip down the rest of the main hall after she was sure Jester could finish up the rest of the men quickly. She was hoping the hall would bring her to the throne room. And did it, it did. They were met with a massive double door, and Saraphina decided she just wanted to knock it down herself this time. She used one of her massive rocks, and let it go and smash the door down like it was nothing. “It can be fixed later…” She mutters to herself. She casually walks forward, sitting before them, was the man who was in a majority of the pictures in the main hall when they entered. “I knew you’d seem like you’re someone of importance.” She giggles as she skips forward a bit. “Hi there! I’m going to be taking over your castle!” She simply announces in a happy tone of voice. The people within the room looked at her as if she had ten heads. “You can all die now, or bow to me. Your choice.” She still held her sword as she grinned widely towards the man sitting in the chair. He didn’t look like much really. He was a rather large man, and seemed like he liked to adorn himself in all the jewels he could. His eyes looked at Saraphina with a hunger that made her want to just end his life immediately. He wouldn’t be in her court if he did bow to her. “You’re not my prince charming…” She mutters as she eyes everyone not bowing to her. “Pitty… Jester… It seems another show is in order…” She pouts to him. “Show them what happens when one doesn’t bow once again?” She grins rather excitedly once more.
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    Re: The Princess of the Mountain (freeform with Jester)

    Post by Jester on 12th March 2019, 3:11 pm


    Jester's eyes fell on his queen, behind the mask they were alight with satisfaction. He could feel it; the air had grown thick. Desperation, panic, terror, pain and death. All of the delicious ingredients, one by one, through his own actions and those of his hungry queen. They had manifested quite the party, and what was a party without a clown. A clown who had this point was thoroughly enjoying himself. Aside from that one hiccup earlier, the moment of anguish he had just created with the clown car, watching as the bodies were horribly crushed and mutilated under the vehicle's weight. The screams that had slowly died down into quiet were music to his ears. He could feel the fear and shock radiating off the remaining individuals, the ones that had yet to be punished for their sins against his queen. Jester relished every moment of it; they were all going to pay. They would pay for thinking that could live out in this castle and hide from the world's truth, escape its horrors within its walls of refuge. No, the atrocities were being brought to them, they must be very disappointed. They would have thought they were safe in these mountains, oh how wrong they had been.

    Jester sense that's the rabbits were not longer killing any humans, they had grown docile and were now just chomping away at the human flesh. He would allow them to work their way down to the bones before forcing them to disappear to where he had sourced them from. By the time they were done, the courtyard would be filled with skeletons. His bunnies were hungry beings; after all, they would not want to waste their meal and leave flesh behind. Of course, Jester couldn't guarantee the corpses would be picked clean, but they were most definitely beyond saving. No amount of magic could restore that amount of blood loss, at least not that Jester knew of. At the very least, there were no survivors outside of the castle. Inside, however, there were still a few insects yet to the picked off, that was unless his Queen decided to be merciful and allow them to live a little longer. Maybe let one survivor go so they could spread the word that this now belonged to the Majestic White Queen. Or perhaps, she would decide on complete annihilation, an entire castles-worth of people eradicated into nothing. Silenced by them, he wondered if the world would notice. Would they come to the castle to check, would they be mad? Would long-distance relatives mourn for the loss of the loved ones residing here? There were so many delicious possibilities. The backlash from this incident had the potential to create great waves.

    Jester had made a great choice, following his queen here.

    His queen who had been infuriated by having her dress ruined, and having been attacked, seem to perk up a little after witnessing Jester's graphic mutilation of the group that had been watching. She was still radiating fury, but combined with the giggling made him believe that she was at least still able to enjoy the carnage occurring around her. The queen pointed out her target, the same woman who had declared they kill them and stop them from entering the castle. Jester could only assume, she carried some form of authority in this place. Therefore it would make sense for his queen to want her dead. "Well, can't have a party without a clown!" He said with a snicker, before snapping his fingers. As a result, the bunnies outside vanished, as did the clown car crushing the bodies still and along with it all of the clones he had manifested. Jester didn't need them anymore, he could only pull out so many things at once, and right now he needed to make room for something else.

    Jester clicked his fingers, and the air in the room would ripple in various spots. Out of nowhere, clown horns would drop from the sky randomly, an assortment of blue and red tips would land randomly in the path of the oncoming attackers. Not sure what they were, the men who hadn't entirely made it to the forefront yet, threw themselves out of the way to prevent themselves from landing on these 'mysterious' items. Only, this caused them to barge into each other, knocking some of their companions over, causing them to fall onto the horns. The room echoed in a series of 'booms', those that landed on the red-tipped clown horns, were hit with a small explosion, blowing them apart. While those who stepped on a blue-tipped clown horn would be hit with a sudden burst of white noise, this sound magic would cause their bodies to go limp. Their faces frozen in fear as they were sudden rendered immobile. Some of those who became paralysed would even fall onto the red-tipped clown horn, which would result in the primary effect.

    Jester smirked at the carnage this had created, he could feel the panic in the room rising. It wasn't every day you watched people blown to pieces, blood and limbs flying everywhere. It was certainly not a sight for the faint-hearted. The clown snapped his fingers once more, and either side of him, two wooden puppets appeared from the air. The pair landed next to him; they were barely a foot and a half tall. One clearly dressed as a male and the other a female, with creepy expressions painted on their wooden faces. The male doll carried a butchers knife, and the female doll carried a carving knife. Jester nodded his head, and the two stringless puppets ran ahead. Finding those who had only suffered paralysis and mercilessly hacking away at them. Once they were sure their targets were dead, the puppets would simply move on to the next victim. Jester spun on his head, bobbing along to his queens' sing-song regarding princes, he engaged in a spectacular dance of violence, and blood. Holding a card in each hand, he manoeuvred them like blades. Jester's golden eyes fell on a man, unlike the others, his armour was 'fancier', and he was of a bigger build. He looked like some kind of general. The man charged him; this time Jester was ready; he would not touch him as the others had. He darted out of the mans reach, swinging his left hand across, the edge of the card would slice away at the man side. Jester twirled on his heel, dropping low. He sliced once more, only this time along with his thigh. And so, this attack of carefully articulated cuts would continue, he would dance around the man, avoiding his punches gracefully, weaving in and out, carving away until the man was left panting. Blood pouring from all the wounds the clown had created, he was, of course, toying with. It was just too much fun, this one was determined, Jester liked that.

    "You... will lose... "

    The man said,  his breathing was ragged, his speech was slurred, he was suffering greatly from his wounds. Jester hopped from one foot to the other, "Well maybe so, but games are no fun if there's no loss involved, only you see. I want to be chased around the board by all the wonderful pieces the world has to offer me, did you see? I found my queen. I did, I found her. And you see, your queen," He would indicate towards the blonde woman who was now engaging in a fight with his queen. The man also glanced in the direction of the women, completely unaware that Jack, the puppet was creeping along towards the two of them. "Is about to be put into checkmate by my queen. Shall we watch, yes let us watch this wonderful show." Jester suddenly rushed forward, dropping low, his swiped his right leg under the man. Knocking him off his feet, he straightened up. The man attempted to sit up, and as he did, he spotted the male puppet who had suddenly darted forward. Butcher's knife in the air, the doll brought it sweeping down with a hard thud, the soldier screamed in anguish as the blade carved directly through several layers of flesh into buried itself into the bone. Jester giggled, skipping around the man, he crouched down behind him. He placed his hands on either side of the man's head. "Shh, Shh, it's okay, it's okay. The pain will be gone soon. In the meantime, let us watch the final act." He forcibly turned the head of the man, who was forced to watch as the blonde woman's head at that moment was lopped off. Jester leaned down, bringing his mouth close to the ear of the man, whispering loud enough so that he could hear his words over the chaos. "Long live the queen~" He repeated her words, before twisting the neck sharply, snapping the joints in his neck and ultimately killing the man. Jack, stood there, trying to pull out his butcher's knife, it was clear that the blade had buried itself too deeply for the small puppet to yank out on his own. Jester moved around the man, reaching down, he would help the puppet yank it out before handing it to him. The puppet looked up at its master gratefully,

    "Heads on pikes?" It asked in a squeaky robotic voice, another repetition of the white queen's words. It almost sounded as though it was speaking of its own volition, but in truth, it's words were being manipulated by the clown man. Regardless, Jester nodded back, "Heads on pikes Jack, Heads on pikes." The puppet squeal gleefully, before running off, swinging the bloody butcher's knife excitedly as it moved to another body and began chopping at it. Jester straightened up, hearing his queen's order to move towards the throne room. He nodded, he would open up his palm, and several cards appeared. He threw them into the air, and one by one they flew out, finding the remaining men, they would be sliver across their throats and cut them open. Causing blood to come pouring out, and for each of them to fall down dead. He would then go to follow her. Jack and Jill who had been hacking away at the remaining bodies to make sure they were definitely dead. Stopped, looking at each other, they ran towards each other. Holding hands, they skipped along together after the Queen, her Jester and the mighty polar bear.

    They moved through the main hall, watching as his Queen uses her rocks to bust through another door. Commenting that it could be fixed at a later date. He followed her into the room, which revealed a rather curious individual. A man with his face plastered in many paintings throughout the building. Surrounded by a few, clearly less important folk. They must have been hiding in here in hopes of avoiding the fighting and danger. Jester turned his head slowly, eying them through the slits in his creepy white, blood-spattered mask. His queen made her statement to the room, declaring her ownership of the castle and with it, their lives. It thrilled the clown to see how well she had taken to this role. No, one could have been a better candidate for such a wonderful feat. Her need to be permitted, for others to allow her as she was, to never refuse her. It had erupted into such a delicious unfolding of sins, all wrapped up in her bountiful body. She addressed the man in the chair, the main player in this final stage of the game.

    "Yes, yes, no bowing to the queen, means game over. Time for checkmate." He said gleefully, moving his arms outwards. He summoned one final deck of cards, the entire set of fifty-two. They rose into the air, fluttering around him for a moment like butterflies. The people would be uncertain for a moment, not sure how to move. "Do you like card games?" He said softly, "Then let's play blackjack." A card soared forward, burying itself into the stomach of a woman nearest to him, the card displaying a 'six', Jester launched another, this card had a 'seven'. It buried itself in the woman shoulder; Jester would giggle excitedly. Before launching one more card, the eight of spades buried itself deep into her forehead. Jester let out a happy cackle, "TWENTY-ONE, HA HA ON THE FIRST TRY. DID YOU SEE QUEENIE?!" He said clapping exciting, "Now who's next?" The room quickly fell into chaos, and the folk watching attempted to flee. But Jack and Jill had positioned themselves in the doorway, blades ready, then began jumping at anyone attempting to flee.

    Jester continued to run away manically, launching cards at anyone nearby, counting manically as he continued to hit twenty-one. Over and over again, allowing the Queen to do whatever she wished with the 'important man'. He could feel it. The end was nigh. So he wouldn't stop, not until he got his fill. This final feel of suffering. Until, the queen and his jester won the game, and as a result,

    Conquered the castle.


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    Re: The Princess of the Mountain (freeform with Jester)

    Post by Saraphina on 15th March 2019, 2:29 pm

    Capture the Castle,
    The white haired girl hadn’t paid much mind to whom she was killing, or if there was anyone being saved or not, she was just going. She was enjoying herself as blood covered her sword and rock, and slightly herself. Not a soul was being left in her wake, besides Jester, any of his creations, and Tyr. At the sight of the clown horns, Saraphina glances over to her Jester for just a brief moment, wondering what it was he was doing… till explosions happened and others froze, then she was looking at explosions and the bodies dying. The attack on the blonde woman was feeling rather borish to the girl after a bit, but she picked up a few new moves to use with her own sword. A grin was on the Icebergen girls face as she put hers close to the womans. “I think you’re losing your people… fast than some dropped rocks.” She cackles while her swords clashed. The booms and hackings were able to be heard well over their swords, and hearing the deaths of these men that served under this woman, was music to her ears. She kept her eyes on her own fight with the woman while Jester was fighting his own man, giggling to herself as she fought her before she killed off the woman. She saw Jester snapping the one guys neck, and giggled at the sight of the puppets once more. They were splendid together again.

    As they were in the throne room, Saraphina giggles towards Jesters words. Checkmate. That was apart of a game she heard about once before. She just didn’t recall it just that moment. It was important this moment anyways. She grins as she started walking towards the throne as not even a single soul bowed to her in the room. Jester started chucking cards, and giggles to his excitement over getting twenty-one cards in the woman. As chaos broke loose, Saraphina looked around the room. The two little puppets were keeping everyone in the room, while Tyr kept the door they entered from, blocked. She let her rocks fly above her for a moment before it rounded up two people whom were trying to scurry away together. She was blocking those two from Jester so he wouldn’t kill them. She had other plans instead.

    As Jester played around the room, the mage had started walking towards the throne, her feet nearly stomping as her hips swayed with the sounds of her heels. She didn’t seem to be paying much mind to her dress anymore, and that half her breast was exposed due to it being ruined. A rock came from behind Tyr with her crown on it, which she delicately plucked off of the rock before placing it back on her head where it belonged. Her grin was wide as she looks at the man in the chair. “D-d-don’t hurt me!” “Oh? Just you? I’ll think about it… what else do you have in the castle here for me?” She asks as she walks up to him. She places her hands on the armrests, but her sword was still between her fingers, hanging off of the side. “What else, besides apparently you, is in this castle? You probably don’t want to lie…” The man was shaking as he was blubbering nonsense. Saraphina takes a deep breath and stands up straight. She wasn’t going to have this. “No! Don’t! There’s gems in every decor here! And more in the treasury down within the mountain! Even Jewels in there too!” “Oh? Shiny stuff! Lovely. And your role here?” “T-to take over Mount Hokabe and rule over the people here…” “So… meaning if I wanted to live here, you’d be ruling over me… not happening. Goodbye~!” She giggles before she simply swung her sword at the neck of the guy, taking it off the guys body.

    A scream from the rocks as they had full view of Saraphina killing the man that was to be their king. She looked over to them and then glanced around the room. “Make sure everyone else that’s not in my rocks, are dead dead, okay?!” She giggles excitedly to Jester and his puppets. She was aware that she repeated ‘dead’ twice, but she wanted to emphasis that they were to be completely dead to her. She let some other rocks destroy a couple males before she walked over to the rocks. When she was sure that not a soul was alive besides these two, she released them. It was a pair of twins. A male and a female. They looked like they might of been nobles of sorts, or at least not fighting types. Saraphina smiled brightly to the two of them. “Good! You two can do my biddings! You’ll be my maid! And you…” Saraphina had first pointed to the woman when she started calling her her maid. Her finger had trailed over to the man. “You’ll go out and tell the world that a new queen has arrived. And no one is telling her ‘no’.” She quickly turns around, before glancing over her shoulder to make sure the girl followed her. “Jester, escort the man out… make sure he’s at least unscathed leaving towards the village.” She simply giggles before she goes towards the throne, shoving the fat man out of it and plopping herself down delicately in her new seat. “Oh, boy, make sure you let others know that a new home for those who don’t like law is opening.” She grins even wider. “And it’ll be simply called Errings Rising.” She stretches as she gets herself comfy in the chair. This would be her new empire. She’d rule it, and no one could tell her ‘no’ now.
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