"There! He's one of them, Quick take him out!"
The commanding voice roared from the distance. The group of soldiers turned to engage with the clown who had been skipping through the town casually. Bullets would ricochet off the walls of the building around him, he swung his arm out, his cards flew forth, meeting the onslaught of bullets and carving them through. Deflecting them away from his body, this was most effective. Although when the roaring metal pierced his shoulder, the clown stumbled, eyes wide, he turned to the sky as he took a moment to acknowledge the pain. He licked his lips, reaching over to the bullet wound, he ran a trembling finger over the wound. His warm blood coating his fingertips, he brought the bloody tip of his index finger to his lips, tasting the coppery fluid. Ah, yes this was his blood. He turned on his heel towards the Hostia Soldiers, giggling slightly. That hurt, a lot, and it thrilled him."My turn~"
He purred excitedly, before vanishing, a doll appearing in his place. He reappeared amongst the soldiers, a blade in hand. This dagger wasn't longer than twelve inches, slightly rusty and blood stands, it's brown handle wrapped with rainbow coloured ribbons. He spun towards the closest soldier, grabbing his shooting hand, before bringing the blade down on his arm, taking it clean off. The man screamed eying his mutilated limb in horror, but not for long, as Jester adjusted the grip on the blade and plunged it firmly into the man's chest. He twirled away, holding the man's severed arm, he held it up like a rifle pointing it at the next soldier and firing several shots into his torso. He ducked down just as the remaining three soldiers began to fire, dropping low enough that their bullets would only plow into each other, killing two of them. The last of the men stopped shooting, staring ahead in disbelief as the last of his team fell down dead. His hesitation would cost him because moments later the clown would turn into a roundhouse kick, his foot knocking the gun from his hand. The soldier stumbled back, his clumsy haste causing him to fall to the ground, landing on his rear."P-p-p-please...No... I'll let you go, please d-d-d-don't kill me,"
The clown beamed down at the man, kneeling down in a begging stance. Jester eyed him for a moment, tilting his head. The clown appeared to ponder for a moment, almost as if considering the man's request. He glanced around, the streets were quiet now. Eerily so following the chaos that had taken place only moments ago. They were alone now it would seem. Jester brought up his wrist, looking at though checking the time on his watch, despite not wearing a watch. He cocked his head, "I suppose we have a little time to kill~"
He did want to find Oakey and his Queen, but the clown wasn't required to go join them. At least not yet, he had his own fun he'd been promised. He brought his hands together almost like a prayer, then as he pulled them apart another 'Funny Blade' would appear. He sat himself down next to the trembling fellow, thumbing the blade playfully."Perhaps, we can come to some agreement, Barry, can I call you Barry?"
He said casually, before thrusting the blade down into the soldier's thigh. His scream burst forth from him, Jester reached up, knocking off the man's beret. He would stroke his head, almost like he was petting a cat, shushing him delicately. Barry's cry dwindled into a soft whimper, tears streaming down his pained face. "Come now Barry, you're a soldier, after all, suffer with a little dignity, ol' chap!"
He told him, snickering airly. His hand dropped from the back of the man's head and moving over the hilt, hovering there teasingly. "So tell me Barry, why should I let you live? You see, we want Hostia, we like it. It's an ideal location, it has an impressive economy, lots of opportunities for trade. IT has a worth, do you have a worth Barry? Please, do tell me."
He asked, the man looking at him, his expression desperate."I-I-I'm a soldier, I can fight!"
Jester chuckled in response, "Oui, oui. But not a very good one at that..."
He twinge the knife slightly, causing 'Barry' to yelp loudly before continuing to ramble like rube. "Please, I h-h-have a family!"
He cried, his crying intensifying, his face a plate of snot, blood, and tears. Jester chuckled in a delighted manner, his suffering was so pure, so raw. The red-headed maniac couldn't help but relish in it. "Okay Barry, tell me about this family, why does your ownership of a family makes you worthy of sparing? I'm sure your comrades had families. So, what makes yours so special?"
He leaned over, idly running his index finger around the hilt. 'Barry' would watch him, his breathing heavy, wincing occasionally from the unbearable sting of the knife in his leg."I have a wife, Deborah, she's my everything but she frail, she needs a lot of medicine. Medicine which I pay for. And we have two kids, a boy and a girl, Mitchel and Erica They need their father, do you have kids?"
He spouted hopefully, clearly attempted to find some way to connect with his attacker. Jester’s eyes narrowed slightly, displeased by the pitiful attempt. Jester grabbed the handle, twisting it some more, the soldier threw his body back, screaming. He reached for the clowns arm, trying to stop him from turning it, but to no avail. Jester growled through gritted teeth, he voice laced with dissatisfaction; ”Why should I spare you Barry?””Please! It’s Erica birthday tomorrow! Please don’t kill me before that, you can come back and kill me later. But please, give me one more day with her, so I can say goodbye!”
Jester relaxed him grip on the knife slightly, give him more time, kill him later. That could be fun, he could toy with him. Kill him ON his daughter's birthday, now wouldn’t that be devastating. ”So… Ericaaaa, what is this little darling getting for her birthday? You going anywhere nice?”
He asked, hissing the girls name in an almost venomous way.”Um… we were going to go… to the zoo but-”
The soldier stopped talking, Jester whirled around on him so fast, he barely had time to react before the clowns face was inches from his. "What Zoo? Where?"
The clown barked, grabbing the man's jaw aggressively. The soldier flinched, trembling under the mans suddenly murderous gaze. "H-hostia Zoo... It's pretty n-new, they opened it as a tourist attraction so t-their art many ani-""Is there a Tiger?!"
He interrupted, his face even closer to the soldiers, so he was staring directly into his deranged golden irises. After a long pause, the soldier slowly shook his head, to indicate a no. The clowns demeanour eased off once more, he let go of the man's face, sighing dejectedly. So much for that glimmer of hope, he slid his hand from the mans jaw, around to the back of his neck, and with his free hand, he reached for the funny blade, yanking it violently out of his leg, once again causing him to emit an agonized cry. The clown brought the bloodied edge to his throat, applying slight pressure. ”Well, sorry to say this Barry, but you didn’t quite fit the bar. So liddle Ericcaaaa will just have one less birthday wish tomorrow-""WAIT, WAIT, PLEASE, THERE IS A TIGER, NOT IN THE ZOO. BUT THERE WAS... THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT RIGHT?"
Jester froze, not removing the blade, he eyed the man steadily. "They had one, but I heard she was too volatile, so she's being sent elsewhere, I think they're keeping in the warehouses behind the zoo."
He continued, babbling desperately. Jester stayed silent for a moment. A female tiger who was too violent to display at the zoo. It was her.
It had to be. Removing the knife from the man's throat, Jester suddenly jumped to his feet. His disappointed energy, not excitable. "Well Barry, it seems today is your lucky day~"
He reached down, grabbing the man's arm, he dragged him up onto his feet. "Come now Barry, We're going to see a man about a cat!"
He said, shoving Barry forward to lead them, "To the Zoo my good man!"
And off they would trot, the wounded soldier, limping along with a perky clown-faced man in a bloody soldier uniform behind him. At one point, Jester picked up some a wooden support beam that had been blown off of a building and allowed the soldier to use it as a walking stick.
He had a rather visceral feeling as they got closer to their destination, after all this time would they actually be reunited. For so long he had searched for her, visiting the zoo of every city and country he ventured too. He had looked in hopes to be reunited with her. The one being he'd felt truly connected to, she was the same as him, they understood each other, even down to their truest natures. He craved it, her companionship. They had separated over a decade ago, most of her kind would be dead by now. But not her, she was special.
As they moved through the town, Jester would pay attention to his surroundings, this time not engaging in battle but slipping past it unnoticed. He was nowhere near his guildmates, he knew that. The further they branched towards the outskirts of Hostia, the further away they were from the action. But this was more important anyway, this was personal.
In the distance he would see it, his golden eyes reading words carved into the iron gates; Hostia Zoo. He felt his heart race with excitement, giggling with glee as they got closer. The zoo was locked, most likely due to the attack on the city, but what did that matter. Jester would flex his fingers, there was a crack and in his palm, a red clown horn appeared. He through it towards the gate, where a guard looked on in confusion from the safety of his booth. The red clown horn rolled along the tarmac, stopping at the gate. Once it came to a stop, the clown would snap his fingers, summoning a playing card, which he would flick into the air. The card fluttered along, spinning and twirling towards its target almost playfully before landed on the red bulge of the clown horn. The moment the card hit the horn, it erupted into an explosion, blasting open the gates of the zoo, including the guard inside the booth. "What are you doing?! I could have gotten us in!
The soldier yelled, but Jester ignored him, striding forward into the zoo. The alarms ringing loudly, not that it mattered. The Hostia soldiers were far too occupied in the main city, the likelihood of them sending large reinforcements to a zoo was minimal. Perhaps a small group, the clown would just kill them anyway. Jester glanced over at 'Barry', indicating with his head to move, the soldier hesitated but after glancing over at the booth containing the dismembered parts of the guard, he seemed to be motivated to move once more.
The duo moved further into the zoo, trekking deeper and deeper. There were animals that looked on in intrigued, but they were paid no attention. These weren't the type of beast they were after. Aside from their steps and the natural sounds of the animals kept there, the zoo was quiet. It seemed the zookeepers had fled to a safer location, having got wind of the attack on Hostia. This was good, it meant they were met with no resistance as they moved towards the giant buildings towards the back. For every locked door or gate that they would meet on the way, Jester would the same balloon method as he did before. For every guard or zooworker that attempted to interfere, they would end up which the steely edge of a play card buried deep in their skull, throat, or chest.
Until finally, they entered the room they were searching for, stepping through the remains of the blasted doorway. Jester’s hungry eyes scanned its contents, there were cages and containers throughout the warehouse. Some were empty, some had animals in. Jester strode along, scouting the contents of each cage. It would seem that they were keeping the less aesthetically pleasing creatures in the back. But given what they knew about Hostia, it wasn’t surprising. Money over ethics. It was part of what made Hostia so tempting to snatch. Yet, amongst all the decrepit creatures he couldn't see her. Nor could he see any of her kind, which had to mean she was in one of the three containers in the room. As he skipped across the room, he moves from container to container. There were horizontal slits in the sides, just wide enough to fit a man's fist in. The first container was empty, the second quiet, emitting a smell, the smell of death. Which left only the third container.
He would slide up to the final container, moving to one of the gaps on the side. He leaned in, he could hear movement within. He stared in, there was quiet. A moment of stillness. The soldier, 'Barry', looking over uncertainly from a distance. Nothing happened, the shuffling inside the container continued. Until suddenly, a giant boom rang out against the side, and giant hooked claws peeked through the gaps. Attempting to claw at whoever got too close. The attack accompanied by a menacing growl. Jester giggled ecstatically, hopping playfully from foot to foot. The attack on the container stopped, the movements of the creatures becoming still once more. Jester leaned in close, dangerously so. If the beast clawed again, it would surely tear through his cornea. But still, he showed no concern, his wide golden eyes peering him before he whispered to it."Hello my pretty~ Oh how I missed you."
He cooed, like a grandparent talking to a grandchild. After a moment, his golden eyes that were peering in eagerly would be reflected with two more golden eyes. The felines gaze meeting him in a strangely calm manner. "There's my girl,"
He purred, before moving away. Striding around to the end of the container, before quickly set about opening it up. "Are you sure you want to do that? I heard she killed six people, guards, and zookeepers, she dange-""Oppressors. All of them, foolish enough to attempt to contain such a magnificent creature, prepare yourself Barry. Because you are about to meet a legend; Cirque de Rêves finest Asset, The Cursed Tigress, Sheba~"
He yanked the lever up, pulling open the container doors. Slowly they would open, emitting a high pitched squeak. From the shadows, a deep growl, before hefty paws skulked out of the darkness. Moving further out of the container to reveal an almighty creature. She was, as Jester remained. Magnificent. Her powerful limbs moved sleekly, her body had not grown tired over time, but only more lean and substantial. Her features were exquisite for even her kind, almost bewitching. She always was, during her days of servitude."Hello again, old friend."
Jester said, stepping before her, he would kneel, arms open, chest exposed. His gaze steady on hers as she stalked toward him, she stopped a few inches away, sniffing the air around him. She would growl once more, although this would sound more like a grumble. She nudged her face against his, her golden eyes closing. He reached up around him, scratching her behind the ear. "I know girl, I know. Don't worry, Jesse's here to free to."
He would drop his hand pulling back, "And together we will unleash hell on this despicable world."
He told her silkily, her golden eyes would open once more. Meeting his gaze, she grew still. Between them, the look was unwavering, she may have been a mammal, but Jester knew she understood him. She was special like that.
He would stand, moving aside, looking over at their observer. "So that's it, I can go. I got you your Tiger, I'm free to leave?"
He asked, his eyes hopeful. Jester smiled pleasantly at the man, "As promised Barry, I won't kill you."
The man sighed with relief, limping towards the door happily. "But... I can't say the same for my friend here."
The soldier froze, looking over at the Tiger, who was sinking into a low crawl. "You see, Sheba has quite an appettite... and she's starving. But because I'm generous, I'll hold her back for five seconds, give you a chance as a reward for your aid today. If I was you... I would run."
The Soldier spun on his good forward, hobbling away in as close a run as he could manage. Just as the clown began to count down, holding his two fingers before the Tigress as a signal to wait. "Five...four... three...two...one."
He raised his hand, and the beast would leap, charging forward after the man. And within a few moments, the warehouse would be filled with screams.
Jester's exciteable giggle filled the air, loud enough so that Oakey and his Queenie would hear it. His eyes falling on them as he made his rather 'dramatic' approach. He has long since left the soon and made his way to their location, them having been spotted by one of the spare Harlequins he'd sent off to keep an eye on the goings-on in the city. So he had headed towards the outskirts where they had been seen fighting. Upon arriving he would see the two of them, surrounded by bodies, his Queen in an unusual shade of black, tears streaming from his eyes. He looked at them both from on top of the giant tigress, before scouting off of her. She would growl, but he would reach over and stroke her furry cheek. "Calm girl, they're with me."
He told her, before moving forward a few steps. "So, what did I miss?"
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- Jester is waking along, takes on some soldiers, kills all bar one. The last soldier, who he nicknames 'Barry', begs for his life trying to offer something in exchange. During their discussion, he mentions the zoo, which catches Jester's attention. Jester who has been looking for Sheba, the tigress from the Zoo he grew up in for years, excitedly has Barry take him there. They find Sheba, Sheba eats Barry and they head off. Later arriving in the location where Birch and Saraphina are fighting.