- Job Details:
To any and all available mages,
We, Sisters at the Holy Trinity of Talonia, have a request.
See, one of our dear orphans has decided to, unfortunately, leave us.
They fled last night and are on the run.
We believe they are trying to blend into society and start a new life.
Normally this wouldn't bother us. However, this girl has left with some rather compromising information about our organisation.
The girl is a sinner and must be brought to heel.
Either return her to us or ensure she never speaks our truth.
We shall need proof that the job is done.
You shall be greatly rewarded.
Sister Margaret of the Holy Trinity of Talonia.
Things had been quite eventful; lately, Jester had found himself a fun new player. The White Queen; the magnificent woman with the ability to turn any moment into an eruption of chaos and bloodshed. She had been delightful to work with, or rather to play with. With every move she made, he could see it, the endless possibilities that lay ahead of him. The fun they were going to happen, he just needed to set up the next game. He had ideas, possibilities. His White Queen's malevolence only seemed to grow with her ego, the more she became entitled to, the less she tolerated. He needed to raise her up, he had an idea, but it would take funds. Funds and other players. They didn't need to be extraordinary, just willing. Perhaps it would work, if not he would just need to explore other routes. But if he could lead her down this path, well, the future of Earthland would change drastically. He would get to witness as his queen flooded the people with fear, fear of her name, fear he would contribute to.
And so, he had taken a job without her. To broaden his horizons a little, to give him time to think. When he was with her, he became so fixated on her malice and bloodshed. He couldn't calculate quite as easily. Also, he wanted to see, if he could achieve the same thrill without her presence. It was an intriguing concept, to see if she really was the peak of his entertainment at this moment in time. He had played such games before, games that came to conclusions that had left him riveted with satisfaction for months on end. But still, once you played such a game, playing it over and over again grew tiresome. He needed something new, and his queen was the ideal creator for such fun. He just needed to make the right moves.
He had plucked the job from the halls of another guild; he wasn't even a member there, he had just walked in and taken it before walking out. No one had even noticed. They were so weak and pitiful for a 'Dark' guild as they were so aligned. He would never consider joining them; even Nightmare hadn't been entertaining enough for the clown. At least, not with their new rules. Limited the victims he could target. What did he care if someone was a mage or not? They all bled the same.
He had gone to the Holy Trinity of the Talonia and looked up the girl in question. He had also managed to learn just what it was the girl was running from. These sisters were cruel, heartless and greedy; Jester was only so happy to return her to them. Because you didn't just run away from such cages, at least not in Jester's eyes. If this girl wanted to be free, she had to destroy the cage entirely and everyone in it. She didn't deserve to be free. Not yet at least.
It didn't take Jester long to find her.
The girl knew of the nun's connections, their position in society. The girl was creeping through the shadows, staying out of the public eye, slowly trying to accumulate the funds so she could leave Talonia. It was just so... obvious.
His golden eyes peered down at the alleyway; he was crouched on the roof of a building. Wearing his 'Ringmaster' suit; which included his red cloak, black top hat and white mask wearing a broad smile. Intensely looking down on the girl in the alleyway, her hair a mess and her clothes smothered in dirt. She was counting the change she had managed to pickpocket in the rush of the morning market. He would watch silently, remaining completely still as he prepared to capture his prey.
WC: 757 / 3500