There had been something just so thrilling about his fight with the Jelly Man. It was inspired. All of that risk, the danger, the chaos watching his face as he grew more and more horrified by the clown's antics. Yet she was able to fend off his attempts to hack him to pieces, and even put the clown at risk. The adrenaline that coursed through him was something that the clown had long since forgotten. The fun in being chased had lost its flavour, except now, he wondered what it might be like now. There were rumours in the dark corners of Earthland there the Rune Knights was being governed by some new leadership. And the word was, they were a force to be reckoned with. The prospect excited the clown, and now that he had gotten a taste, thanks to the Jelly Man. He wanted more.
And so, he had set into action, formulating a plan to grab attention. His Queen, he was sure would have no issue with it. After all, she despised the law, and the thing he was doing, would work in their favour because he would do this in their name. Errings Rising, a growing faction, this would certainly attract eyes to them. The clown couldn't see a single flaw in his plan. He strolled through the streets of Era, tapping his cane along the streets casually as he bobbed along. He was wearing his ringmaster suit, donned with a red cloak, and black lapels. A white shirt underneath with a black bow tie. Black tailored trousers, and leather brogues. A black top hat on his head and a white mask, carved with crescent slits for eyes and a wide smile. Each tapping of his cane, the clown, would count.
Less than a minute now.
The streets were busy. It was lunchtime and folks were bustling around on a summery day. They were heading to restaurants and cafes for a bite to eat. A spot of lunch, and a chit chat. Perhaps a vent about their workload or the customers they faced. The usual boring stuff that humans seem to invest their time in. But still, as irksome as it was to witness, their oblivious nature was thrilling at least. The way they were going about their day, without a clue what would happen in just a matter of moments. Well, it was splendid.
What was that, twenty seconds? Oh yeah.
He stopped in the middle of the square; his golden eyes glancing through the holes of his mask at the area around him. There were two cafes, opposite each other, a restaurant, a boutique, hairdressers and other various stalls and shops. But of course, he knew this. This wasn't his first visit to the square this week. He continues to tap his cane, those who pass would glance at him. Assuming that he must be some kind of street performer, preparing for an act, which wasn't that wrong of an assumption. He certainly had a performance ready, and it was going to be one hell of a showing. Three, two, one. And just like that, the peaceful, bustling of the public ceased.
Because everything... went BOOM.
The hairdressers, the cafes, several stalls. Laced with hidden explosives, placed there in the late hours of the night. The streets erupted in fire, bodies were flung everywhere, and part of buildings were blown to builts. Some of the weaker structures would crumble, and the screams that filled the streets of Era were music to Jester's ears. He trembled slightly, the deliciousness of the chaos flowing over him as he listened to the pain around him. The severed bodies, mutilated, maimed, some even decapitated completely. People would begin to flee, which was Jester cue. He would raise his palms, twirling on the spot, cards would fly from his hands. Soaring through the hands, they would chasing down any who flew and slicing away at them. It was a delightful carnival of chaos.
And hopefully, it would attract the attention of someone fun.