[LOCATION: The Golf Cort] [3:25PM]
* Nothing stands above the sound of the Droid's internals, the wind unable to outblow the mechanical whirls and metallic thuds of the it's feet hitting against the falsified and long expired grass of the now abandoned Mini Golf park.
* That is, expect for one thing.
> ´´OY, Metal head. Who allowed ya' to use Govermint property without permission. Don't ya know you're supposed to be defending civis instead of pulverizing them?´´
* Echoes a confident and deep voice, and heavy accent coming from ahead in the Droid's path. And there stands. . . A midget, well he is a midget BUT he seems to be more equipped then your average Civilian Criminal
* Worn with a Amber and Black Uniform, stamped with the symbol of STARDUST and wearing a welding mask, stands there the Captain, furrowed eyebrows and livid eyelids shining from under that mask; The Signature "Blockpad", a Reinforced Orange Bonuspad, strapped to his arm.
> ´´Alright, this gone'a be the last you get asked of this, stand down or get scrapped ya malfunctioning tincan. You're dealing with the REAL deal, not some run of the mill nobody.´´
(RP STARTER)
(Signed - The STARDUST Squadron [@blogless-and-anonymous])
} And beware. For you might be in a Deadeye's sight.
[AND WHO ARE YOU TO SAY I CANNOT ROAM THIS AREA?]
It questioned, not heeding the civi- criminal’s warning. It was a a big robot with missile launchers, they wouldn’t normally have something to fear. He stood there for a moment before continuing to walk in his original direction, although not particularly going toward anything.
* The Captain squints at the answer, standing frozen for a moment due to the unpredictability of the answer. They expected for the Robot to stand down or at least try to shoot them but the more the merrier I guess.
> ´´So ya picked the junkyard, ay? Ye', let me tell you, that was the last decision you're ever going to be doing.´´
> ´´Come at me, ya malware-infested metalhead!'´´
* The image above is a great simplification of what is being seen through the scope of the Deadeye, who takes a moment to take his sight off it, just looking down onto the faraway field to spectate.
* The radio crackles, as the Lieutenant brings his finger onto the radio's button, which is also heard through the Captain's radio, connected to their torso as they march towards the ton-weighting peacemaker.
> ´´B, what the hell are you doing?!´´
> ´´Woman, for the love of god, Why are you walking towards it?´´
> ´´Can't beat the shit out of ye without getting closer!´´
* The Captain shouts forward, raising up his shield and giving a cocky, shining smile from under that welding mask. They bring their hand up to the radio, clicking and talking onto it.
> ´´Gotta keep it in sightline somehow, so if it matters throwing myself at it, sure thing. Still gonna need Scatter' here, aim up the shoot as soon as you're ready, remember to call fire.´´
> ´´Tsk. You're suicidal.´´
> ´´You might call me mad, but I am just doing the military's job you're failing to do! Ya fuckin' coward.´´
* They shout forward once more, taunting the machine and their co-worker with that rusty throathed voice, bashing the shield with their hand twice.
* Its a quiet morning, the sun has barely woken up, giving a faint light to the dead and broken concrete streets of the now abandoned town. No bodies, no blood, not even any signs of struggle. It just seems like everyone dissipated, without a trace.
- Maybe the Goverment-Funded Bunkers are to blame, who knows.
* Well, at least that leaves the area completely empty, and up ahead, there seems to be a relatively large mall. Imagine what you two could get in there, especially considering the mall seems to be untouched, some doors even being visibility locked. Its a Gold Mine.
(RP STARTER)
(Signed - Keep tabs on your back. For they are catching up.)
The faint sound of the wind was rather comforting, to Outage at least.
"Can't believe how... mysterious everything is when it's abandoned. I swear I was here beforehand."
Adrien kept on look-out, flinching at the tiniest of noises. His paranoia was obvious.
"...what's with the nervousness? We're alone."
"I feel like something's gonna happen. I feel like if I'm here any longer, I'll just...wake up from some kind of cruel dream."
"Hey, I'm real, don't worry about it!"
Adrien just nodded. He wasn't willing to argue right now.
...
The town really was dead.
Adrien felt anemoia pierce through his soul, and an odd nostalgia ran through Outage. The disturbed and comforted stopped in unison as they saw the mall in the distance, however.
Outage began to giggle. He hadn't been in a mall in a looong while...
"...hey, you know what this means, right?"
Adrien just stared ahead. He did know, he just... didn't want to come to terms with the fact that ...
"We're going into that mall." He looked back with a smile, and Adrien straightened his face. Don't let yourself look unwilling.
A small step forward. Another step, another step... a walk turned into a sprint of sudden excitement.
"Hey- WAIT! Wait on me, wait!" As much as Adrien wanted to stay behind, the pitter-patter of shoes on concrete and the gentle flowing of fabric followed the two of them inside.
* The road full of pebbles and holes, the sprint of the two kicking up dust and granite, leaving a small cloud on the streets floating besides their feet.
* Once the Enginner reaches the front entrance, the automatic doors twitch, they did have enough power to notice movement in front of them, yet not enough to open in their own. But they should be relatively easy to force open.
* The mall is one of the big ones, filled with small stores at the bottom floor such as clothing isles and small dinners, but from the second floor up, it seems to be a party.
} Would be a shame if someone crashed the party.
* The Jester's home is quiet, currently in the nightfall, the sun barely been able to be seen in the horizon, letting its last light shine.
* The only noise able to be heard is the wind blowing into the house, yet it's not coming from the windows.
* The silence becomes dread.
. . .
* The front door is open, a tall figure, just as tall as the door frame stands there, wearing a heavy coat and a plague doctor mask and a black hat.
(Signed - @blogless-and-anonymous)
Jester was busy tinkering up some of his little prank toys.. confetti cannons.. that clown bomb.. all that, the draft got to him a little but he felt like it was just the temperature, dread though. That’s a new feeling.. almost eerie.. Upon looking around as if someone was watching his eyes honed in at the figure at the door
“uhh hey stranger! Haha.. uh man I didn’t think my door was open.. what brings you by?”
despite the carefully constructed bravery there was a underlying sense of fear that he was trying so hard to keep within
* The figure rises and tilts its head, its eye scanning the clown figure a heavy breath coming from it, sounding like it struggled to breath. Nothing much of the figure is visible, its torso and arms completely gone under that heavy coat.
* But soon the sound is broken, by sounds of the coat being moved followed by grunting.
* Now emerging onto the Doctor's side, a smaller figure with a dark pink dress and a veiled hat. It looks over at the Jester, giving a wave.
> ´´Hello Hello! Jester was it, Excuse for my friends manners, he tends to be a bit on the threaning side.´´
* The dressed figure speaks, its voice muffled but cheery and friendly, a tone of familiarity coming from the figure. The figure comes closer, placing itself in front of the other figure.
> ´´We knew you were nearby, so we came for a visit!´´
* It chuckles, placing its open palm to its mouth.
* The two enter further into the house, the Doctor closing the door in his way in, while the Dressed Figure looks around, before looking back at the Jester.
> ``I am sure your pranks are delightful, I've heard so much about them. Especially from their victims. I will remember to remind Infernus of the water bucket.``
* The Doctor stops in the hallway, staring out into the walls and windows, scanning its home and inspecting the home.
* The figure lowers its head placing its hand onto its hat and moving another one forward.
> ``How rude of me not to present myself! My name is Tom, and I am one of the Ambassadors for Blue Team.``
> ``I pass by just for doing a wellness check. We have noticed you becoming so much more active lately! Interacted with DJ Radical, The Rook, Infernus, and Even Treachstone! Did you get inspired by something to make new pranks?``
”OHHHH now I see why ya felt familiar! yes yes hehe! Sometimes I get a little bold n mess with the bigger guys hehehe, just a random rush of inspiration of trying my feats in a risky way! After all the riskier the better I say!”
he sat on the table where most of the prank items were at
“gives me a good rush when I see the reaction sooo I keep coming back like a mosquito hehe!”
> ``Yes, so fun, but it has gotten me a bit curious. Your pranks are so good, how do you pull them off at such level even those in the Future are getting pranked?``
* The figure chuckles, placing its hand onto the table and leaning in.
> ``I mean, to pull off a prank on a DJ just to then do another on a Burnt King? Are those two in like, completely different times?``
he pondered, mindlessly tinkering with the bell on his hat
“I’m not too sure.. I mean I mess with the big guys via message and they respond in a matter of time! Crazy huh? Or maybe my pranks are that good hehehe!”
> ``How weird! But perhaps your pranks really are that good, so good in fact, you even got the big guys fired up. How comical really! Red team sure has a bad time with you.``
* The Figure adjusts its hat, waving its hand around as it talks, its hands wearing pink. . . Gloves? They don't look like gloves, they are too solid. . .
> ``But really? No idea how you can just ignore the laws of time and space? Jeez! Try not to get Chronos angry at you for that, or is this like, a setup for a prank you're planning to pull on them?``
* The figure leans closer, the veil of its hat completely unseeable through, its face completely hidden behind it. How can they even see?
”hm.. actually i was planning a prank on the big ole teapot cesus himself! Crazy huh? Been planning for a while now just haven’t had somethin that stuck! Oh chronoss? Whole other story heheh.. A magician doesn’t reveal his tricks and neither do I with my pranks hehe! Heh..”
jester felt a little uneased by the subtle detail one would usually miss but the fact the gloves dont look like well.. gloves, that’s odd.
* The figure tilts its head, humming in response to the idea offered.
> ``One on Cesus? Oh ho ho, that sounds interesting, pulling one prank on God shall be quite the trophy, eh? Although how exactly are you planning on getting into heaven?``
> ``Martyr isn't exactly kind to visitors. Or is it Reinbo? I can't tell the difference anymore, can you? After all, you're time travelling like its nothing.``
”Martyr smartyrrr I’ll figure a way.. even if I have to accomplish a really good disguise! I fooled the reds once with being the red jester soooo why can’t I do it again hehe!”
He chuckled, gesturing to a hung up red jester costume.. The attention to detail was really something..
* It chuckles, taking a look over at the red clothing on the wall, placing its elbow onto the table, and resting its chin on its hand. That is a VERY square chin.
> ``Ooooo, it sure is convincing, might even gotten us to side eye you. But I doubt it will be as simple as a red recolor to get in heaven.``
. . .
> ``But oh well, I wish you luck in your sweet endeavors, but can we make a bit of a promise?``
* It turns back to face the Jester, its chin still resting on its hand.
> ``Just. . . Try and figure out how exactly you've been time-travelling, then tell us at Blue Team how you'd do it! It's quite an ability to have and we at Blu really appreciate a helping hand!``
> ´´Well, thank you for understanding. We hope to see you well next time we meet! But I have much to do, so I believe I must go now.´´
* The Figure unleans from the table, now walking towards the corridor where the door lies and the Doctor guards.
> ´´Talk you for the talk! See you soon!´´
* The Figure turns, bumping into the Doctor and looking up at him.
> ´´Oh ho ho, such a strong man in my path, Mind carrying me to the door while you're at it?´´
* The Doctor grunts as the Dressed Figure chuckles, he waves the Jester goodbye, with both now walking away towards the door.
* The Jester's home is quiet, currently in the nightfall, the sun barely been able to be seen in the horizon, letting its last light shine.
* The only noise able to be heard is the wind blowing into the house, yet it's not coming from the windows.
* The silence becomes dread.
. . .
* The front door is open, a tall figure, just as tall as the door frame stands there, wearing a heavy coat and a plague doctor mask and a black hat.
(Signed - @blogless-and-anonymous)
Jester was busy tinkering up some of his little prank toys.. confetti cannons.. that clown bomb.. all that, the draft got to him a little but he felt like it was just the temperature, dread though. That’s a new feeling.. almost eerie.. Upon looking around as if someone was watching his eyes honed in at the figure at the door
“uhh hey stranger! Haha.. uh man I didn’t think my door was open.. what brings you by?”
despite the carefully constructed bravery there was a underlying sense of fear that he was trying so hard to keep within
* The figure rises and tilts its head, its eye scanning the clown figure a heavy breath coming from it, sounding like it struggled to breath. Nothing much of the figure is visible, its torso and arms completely gone under that heavy coat.
* But soon the sound is broken, by sounds of the coat being moved followed by grunting.
* Now emerging onto the Doctor's side, a smaller figure with a dark pink dress and a veiled hat. It looks over at the Jester, giving a wave.
> ´´Hello Hello! Jester was it, Excuse for my friends manners, he tends to be a bit on the threaning side.´´
* The dressed figure speaks, its voice muffled but cheery and friendly, a tone of familiarity coming from the figure. The figure comes closer, placing itself in front of the other figure.
> ´´We knew you were nearby, so we came for a visit!´´
* It chuckles, placing its open palm to its mouth.
* The two enter further into the house, the Doctor closing the door in his way in, while the Dressed Figure looks around, before looking back at the Jester.
> ``I am sure your pranks are delightful, I've heard so much about them. Especially from their victims. I will remember to remind Infernus of the water bucket.``
* The Doctor stops in the hallway, staring out into the walls and windows, scanning its home and inspecting the home.
* The figure lowers its head placing its hand onto its hat and moving another one forward.
> ``How rude of me not to present myself! My name is Tom, and I am one of the Ambassadors for Blue Team.``
> ``I pass by just for doing a wellness check. We have noticed you becoming so much more active lately! Interacted with DJ Radical, The Rook, Infernus, and Even Treachstone! Did you get inspired by something to make new pranks?``
”OHHHH now I see why ya felt familiar! yes yes hehe! Sometimes I get a little bold n mess with the bigger guys hehehe, just a random rush of inspiration of trying my feats in a risky way! After all the riskier the better I say!”
he sat on the table where most of the prank items were at
“gives me a good rush when I see the reaction sooo I keep coming back like a mosquito hehe!”
> ``Yes, so fun, but it has gotten me a bit curious. Your pranks are so good, how do you pull them off at such level even those in the Future are getting pranked?``
* The figure chuckles, placing its hand onto the table and leaning in.
> ``I mean, to pull off a prank on a DJ just to then do another on a Burnt King? Are those two in like, completely different times?``
he pondered, mindlessly tinkering with the bell on his hat
“I’m not too sure.. I mean I mess with the big guys via message and they respond in a matter of time! Crazy huh? Or maybe my pranks are that good hehehe!”
> ``How weird! But perhaps your pranks really are that good, so good in fact, you even got the big guys fired up. How comical really! Red team sure has a bad time with you.``
* The Figure adjusts its hat, waving its hand around as it talks, its hands wearing pink. . . Gloves? They don't look like gloves, they are too solid. . .
> ``But really? No idea how you can just ignore the laws of time and space? Jeez! Try not to get Chronos angry at you for that, or is this like, a setup for a prank you're planning to pull on them?``
* The figure leans closer, the veil of its hat completely unseeable through, its face completely hidden behind it. How can they even see?
”hm.. actually i was planning a prank on the big ole teapot cesus himself! Crazy huh? Been planning for a while now just haven’t had somethin that stuck! Oh chronoss? Whole other story heheh.. A magician doesn’t reveal his tricks and neither do I with my pranks hehe! Heh..”
jester felt a little uneased by the subtle detail one would usually miss but the fact the gloves dont look like well.. gloves, that’s odd.
* The figure tilts its head, humming in response to the idea offered.
> ``One on Cesus? Oh ho ho, that sounds interesting, pulling one prank on God shall be quite the trophy, eh? Although how exactly are you planning on getting into heaven?``
> ``Martyr isn't exactly kind to visitors. Or is it Reinbo? I can't tell the difference anymore, can you? After all, you're time travelling like its nothing.``
”Martyr smartyrrr I’ll figure a way.. even if I have to accomplish a really good disguise! I fooled the reds once with being the red jester soooo why can’t I do it again hehe!”
He chuckled, gesturing to a hung up red jester costume.. The attention to detail was really something..
* It chuckles, taking a look over at the red clothing on the wall, placing its elbow onto the table, and resting its chin on its hand. That is a VERY square chin.
> ``Ooooo, it sure is convincing, might even gotten us to side eye you. But I doubt it will be as simple as a red recolor to get in heaven.``
. . .
> ``But oh well, I wish you luck in your sweet endeavors, but can we make a bit of a promise?``
* It turns back to face the Jester, its chin still resting on its hand.
> ``Just. . . Try and figure out how exactly you've been time-travelling, then tell us at Blue Team how you'd do it! It's quite an ability to have and we at Blu really appreciate a helping hand!``
* The Jester's home is quiet, currently in the nightfall, the sun barely been able to be seen in the horizon, letting its last light shine.
* The only noise able to be heard is the wind blowing into the house, yet it's not coming from the windows.
* The silence becomes dread.
. . .
* The front door is open, a tall figure, just as tall as the door frame stands there, wearing a heavy coat and a plague doctor mask and a black hat.
(Signed - @blogless-and-anonymous)
Jester was busy tinkering up some of his little prank toys.. confetti cannons.. that clown bomb.. all that, the draft got to him a little but he felt like it was just the temperature, dread though. That’s a new feeling.. almost eerie.. Upon looking around as if someone was watching his eyes honed in at the figure at the door
“uhh hey stranger! Haha.. uh man I didn’t think my door was open.. what brings you by?”
despite the carefully constructed bravery there was a underlying sense of fear that he was trying so hard to keep within
* The figure rises and tilts its head, its eye scanning the clown figure a heavy breath coming from it, sounding like it struggled to breath. Nothing much of the figure is visible, its torso and arms completely gone under that heavy coat.
* But soon the sound is broken, by sounds of the coat being moved followed by grunting.
* Now emerging onto the Doctor's side, a smaller figure with a dark pink dress and a veiled hat. It looks over at the Jester, giving a wave.
> ´´Hello Hello! Jester was it, Excuse for my friends manners, he tends to be a bit on the threaning side.´´
* The dressed figure speaks, its voice muffled but cheery and friendly, a tone of familiarity coming from the figure. The figure comes closer, placing itself in front of the other figure.
> ´´We knew you were nearby, so we came for a visit!´´
* It chuckles, placing its open palm to its mouth.
* The two enter further into the house, the Doctor closing the door in his way in, while the Dressed Figure looks around, before looking back at the Jester.
> ``I am sure your pranks are delightful, I've heard so much about them. Especially from their victims. I will remember to remind Infernus of the water bucket.``
* The Doctor stops in the hallway, staring out into the walls and windows, scanning its home and inspecting the home.
* The figure lowers its head placing its hand onto its hat and moving another one forward.
> ``How rude of me not to present myself! My name is Tom, and I am one of the Ambassadors for Blue Team.``
> ``I pass by just for doing a wellness check. We have noticed you becoming so much more active lately! Interacted with DJ Radical, The Rook, Infernus, and Even Treachstone! Did you get inspired by something to make new pranks?``
”OHHHH now I see why ya felt familiar! yes yes hehe! Sometimes I get a little bold n mess with the bigger guys hehehe, just a random rush of inspiration of trying my feats in a risky way! After all the riskier the better I say!”
he sat on the table where most of the prank items were at
“gives me a good rush when I see the reaction sooo I keep coming back like a mosquito hehe!”
> ``Yes, so fun, but it has gotten me a bit curious. Your pranks are so good, how do you pull them off at such level even those in the Future are getting pranked?``
* The figure chuckles, placing its hand onto the table and leaning in.
> ``I mean, to pull off a prank on a DJ just to then do another on a Burnt King? Are those two in like, completely different times?``
he pondered, mindlessly tinkering with the bell on his hat
“I’m not too sure.. I mean I mess with the big guys via message and they respond in a matter of time! Crazy huh? Or maybe my pranks are that good hehehe!”
> ``How weird! But perhaps your pranks really are that good, so good in fact, you even got the big guys fired up. How comical really! Red team sure has a bad time with you.``
* The Figure adjusts its hat, waving its hand around as it talks, its hands wearing pink. . . Gloves? They don't look like gloves, they are too solid. . .
> ``But really? No idea how you can just ignore the laws of time and space? Jeez! Try not to get Chronos angry at you for that, or is this like, a setup for a prank you're planning to pull on them?``
* The figure leans closer, the veil of its hat completely unseeable through, its face completely hidden behind it. How can they even see?
”hm.. actually i was planning a prank on the big ole teapot cesus himself! Crazy huh? Been planning for a while now just haven’t had somethin that stuck! Oh chronoss? Whole other story heheh.. A magician doesn’t reveal his tricks and neither do I with my pranks hehe! Heh..”
jester felt a little uneased by the subtle detail one would usually miss but the fact the gloves dont look like well.. gloves, that’s odd.
* The figure tilts its head, humming in response to the idea offered.
> ``One on Cesus? Oh ho ho, that sounds interesting, pulling one prank on God shall be quite the trophy, eh? Although how exactly are you planning on getting into heaven?``
> ``Martyr isn't exactly kind to visitors. Or is it Reinbo? I can't tell the difference anymore, can you? After all, you're time travelling like its nothing.``
”Martyr smartyrrr I’ll figure a way.. even if I have to accomplish a really good disguise! I fooled the reds once with being the red jester soooo why can’t I do it again hehe!”
He chuckled, gesturing to a hung up red jester costume.. The attention to detail was really something..
* It chuckles, taking a look over at the red clothing on the wall, placing its elbow onto the table, and resting its chin on its hand. That is a VERY square chin.
> ``Ooooo, it sure is convincing, might even gotten us to side eye you. But I doubt it will be as simple as a red recolor to get in heaven.``
. . .
> ``But oh well, I wish you luck in your sweet endeavors, but can we make a bit of a promise?``
* The Jester's home is quiet, currently in the nightfall, the sun barely been able to be seen in the horizon, letting its last light shine.
* The only noise able to be heard is the wind blowing into the house, yet it's not coming from the windows.
* The silence becomes dread.
. . .
* The front door is open, a tall figure, just as tall as the door frame stands there, wearing a heavy coat and a plague doctor mask and a black hat.
(Signed - @blogless-and-anonymous)
Jester was busy tinkering up some of his little prank toys.. confetti cannons.. that clown bomb.. all that, the draft got to him a little but he felt like it was just the temperature, dread though. That’s a new feeling.. almost eerie.. Upon looking around as if someone was watching his eyes honed in at the figure at the door
“uhh hey stranger! Haha.. uh man I didn’t think my door was open.. what brings you by?”
despite the carefully constructed bravery there was a underlying sense of fear that he was trying so hard to keep within
* The figure rises and tilts its head, its eye scanning the clown figure a heavy breath coming from it, sounding like it struggled to breath. Nothing much of the figure is visible, its torso and arms completely gone under that heavy coat.
* But soon the sound is broken, by sounds of the coat being moved followed by grunting.
* Now emerging onto the Doctor's side, a smaller figure with a dark pink dress and a veiled hat. It looks over at the Jester, giving a wave.
> ´´Hello Hello! Jester was it, Excuse for my friends manners, he tends to be a bit on the threaning side.´´
* The dressed figure speaks, its voice muffled but cheery and friendly, a tone of familiarity coming from the figure. The figure comes closer, placing itself in front of the other figure.
> ´´We knew you were nearby, so we came for a visit!´´
* It chuckles, placing its open palm to its mouth.
* The two enter further into the house, the Doctor closing the door in his way in, while the Dressed Figure looks around, before looking back at the Jester.
> ``I am sure your pranks are delightful, I've heard so much about them. Especially from their victims. I will remember to remind Infernus of the water bucket.``
* The Doctor stops in the hallway, staring out into the walls and windows, scanning its home and inspecting the home.
* The figure lowers its head placing its hand onto its hat and moving another one forward.
> ``How rude of me not to present myself! My name is Tom, and I am one of the Ambassadors for Blue Team.``
> ``I pass by just for doing a wellness check. We have noticed you becoming so much more active lately! Interacted with DJ Radical, The Rook, Infernus, and Even Treachstone! Did you get inspired by something to make new pranks?``
”OHHHH now I see why ya felt familiar! yes yes hehe! Sometimes I get a little bold n mess with the bigger guys hehehe, just a random rush of inspiration of trying my feats in a risky way! After all the riskier the better I say!”
he sat on the table where most of the prank items were at
“gives me a good rush when I see the reaction sooo I keep coming back like a mosquito hehe!”
> ``Yes, so fun, but it has gotten me a bit curious. Your pranks are so good, how do you pull them off at such level even those in the Future are getting pranked?``
* The figure chuckles, placing its hand onto the table and leaning in.
> ``I mean, to pull off a prank on a DJ just to then do another on a Burnt King? Are those two in like, completely different times?``
he pondered, mindlessly tinkering with the bell on his hat
“I’m not too sure.. I mean I mess with the big guys via message and they respond in a matter of time! Crazy huh? Or maybe my pranks are that good hehehe!”
> ``How weird! But perhaps your pranks really are that good, so good in fact, you even got the big guys fired up. How comical really! Red team sure has a bad time with you.``
* The Figure adjusts its hat, waving its hand around as it talks, its hands wearing pink. . . Gloves? They don't look like gloves, they are too solid. . .
> ``But really? No idea how you can just ignore the laws of time and space? Jeez! Try not to get Chronos angry at you for that, or is this like, a setup for a prank you're planning to pull on them?``
* The figure leans closer, the veil of its hat completely unseeable through, its face completely hidden behind it. How can they even see?
”hm.. actually i was planning a prank on the big ole teapot cesus himself! Crazy huh? Been planning for a while now just haven’t had somethin that stuck! Oh chronoss? Whole other story heheh.. A magician doesn’t reveal his tricks and neither do I with my pranks hehe! Heh..”
jester felt a little uneased by the subtle detail one would usually miss but the fact the gloves dont look like well.. gloves, that’s odd.
* The figure tilts its head, humming in response to the idea offered.
> ``One on Cesus? Oh ho ho, that sounds interesting, pulling one prank on God shall be quite the trophy, eh? Although how exactly are you planning on getting into heaven?``
> ``Martyr isn't exactly kind to visitors. Or is it Reinbo? I can't tell the difference anymore, can you? After all, you're time travelling like its nothing.``
* The Jester's home is quiet, currently in the nightfall, the sun barely been able to be seen in the horizon, letting its last light shine.
* The only noise able to be heard is the wind blowing into the house, yet it's not coming from the windows.
* The silence becomes dread.
. . .
* The front door is open, a tall figure, just as tall as the door frame stands there, wearing a heavy coat and a plague doctor mask and a black hat.
(Signed - @blogless-and-anonymous)
Jester was busy tinkering up some of his little prank toys.. confetti cannons.. that clown bomb.. all that, the draft got to him a little but he felt like it was just the temperature, dread though. That’s a new feeling.. almost eerie.. Upon looking around as if someone was watching his eyes honed in at the figure at the door
“uhh hey stranger! Haha.. uh man I didn’t think my door was open.. what brings you by?”
despite the carefully constructed bravery there was a underlying sense of fear that he was trying so hard to keep within
* The figure rises and tilts its head, its eye scanning the clown figure a heavy breath coming from it, sounding like it struggled to breath. Nothing much of the figure is visible, its torso and arms completely gone under that heavy coat.
* But soon the sound is broken, by sounds of the coat being moved followed by grunting.
* Now emerging onto the Doctor's side, a smaller figure with a dark pink dress and a veiled hat. It looks over at the Jester, giving a wave.
> ´´Hello Hello! Jester was it, Excuse for my friends manners, he tends to be a bit on the threaning side.´´
* The dressed figure speaks, its voice muffled but cheery and friendly, a tone of familiarity coming from the figure. The figure comes closer, placing itself in front of the other figure.
> ´´We knew you were nearby, so we came for a visit!´´
* It chuckles, placing its open palm to its mouth.
* The two enter further into the house, the Doctor closing the door in his way in, while the Dressed Figure looks around, before looking back at the Jester.
> ``I am sure your pranks are delightful, I've heard so much about them. Especially from their victims. I will remember to remind Infernus of the water bucket.``
* The Doctor stops in the hallway, staring out into the walls and windows, scanning its home and inspecting the home.
* The figure lowers its head placing its hand onto its hat and moving another one forward.
> ``How rude of me not to present myself! My name is Tom, and I am one of the Ambassadors for Blue Team.``
> ``I pass by just for doing a wellness check. We have noticed you becoming so much more active lately! Interacted with DJ Radical, The Rook, Infernus, and Even Treachstone! Did you get inspired by something to make new pranks?``
”OHHHH now I see why ya felt familiar! yes yes hehe! Sometimes I get a little bold n mess with the bigger guys hehehe, just a random rush of inspiration of trying my feats in a risky way! After all the riskier the better I say!”
he sat on the table where most of the prank items were at
“gives me a good rush when I see the reaction sooo I keep coming back like a mosquito hehe!”
> ``Yes, so fun, but it has gotten me a bit curious. Your pranks are so good, how do you pull them off at such level even those in the Future are getting pranked?``
* The figure chuckles, placing its hand onto the table and leaning in.
> ``I mean, to pull off a prank on a DJ just to then do another on a Burnt King? Are those two in like, completely different times?``
he pondered, mindlessly tinkering with the bell on his hat
“I’m not too sure.. I mean I mess with the big guys via message and they respond in a matter of time! Crazy huh? Or maybe my pranks are that good hehehe!”
> ``How weird! But perhaps your pranks really are that good, so good in fact, you even got the big guys fired up. How comical really! Red team sure has a bad time with you.``
* The Figure adjusts its hat, waving its hand around as it talks, its hands wearing pink. . . Gloves? They don't look like gloves, they are too solid. . .
> ``But really? No idea how you can just ignore the laws of time and space? Jeez! Try not to get Chronos angry at you for that, or is this like, a setup for a prank you're planning to pull on them?``
* The figure leans closer, the veil of its hat completely unseeable through, its face completely hidden behind it. How can they even see?
* The Jester's home is quiet, currently in the nightfall, the sun barely been able to be seen in the horizon, letting its last light shine.
* The only noise able to be heard is the wind blowing into the house, yet it's not coming from the windows.
* The silence becomes dread.
. . .
* The front door is open, a tall figure, just as tall as the door frame stands there, wearing a heavy coat and a plague doctor mask and a black hat.
(Signed - @blogless-and-anonymous)
Jester was busy tinkering up some of his little prank toys.. confetti cannons.. that clown bomb.. all that, the draft got to him a little but he felt like it was just the temperature, dread though. That’s a new feeling.. almost eerie.. Upon looking around as if someone was watching his eyes honed in at the figure at the door
“uhh hey stranger! Haha.. uh man I didn’t think my door was open.. what brings you by?”
despite the carefully constructed bravery there was a underlying sense of fear that he was trying so hard to keep within
* The figure rises and tilts its head, its eye scanning the clown figure a heavy breath coming from it, sounding like it struggled to breath. Nothing much of the figure is visible, its torso and arms completely gone under that heavy coat.
* But soon the sound is broken, by sounds of the coat being moved followed by grunting.
* Now emerging onto the Doctor's side, a smaller figure with a dark pink dress and a veiled hat. It looks over at the Jester, giving a wave.
> ´´Hello Hello! Jester was it, Excuse for my friends manners, he tends to be a bit on the threaning side.´´
* The dressed figure speaks, its voice muffled but cheery and friendly, a tone of familiarity coming from the figure. The figure comes closer, placing itself in front of the other figure.
> ´´We knew you were nearby, so we came for a visit!´´
* It chuckles, placing its open palm to its mouth.
* The two enter further into the house, the Doctor closing the door in his way in, while the Dressed Figure looks around, before looking back at the Jester.
> ``I am sure your pranks are delightful, I've heard so much about them. Especially from their victims. I will remember to remind Infernus of the water bucket.``
* The Doctor stops in the hallway, staring out into the walls and windows, scanning its home and inspecting the home.
* The figure lowers its head placing its hand onto its hat and moving another one forward.
> ``How rude of me not to present myself! My name is Tom, and I am one of the Ambassadors for Blue Team.``
> ``I pass by just for doing a wellness check. We have noticed you becoming so much more active lately! Interacted with DJ Radical, The Rook, Infernus, and Even Treachstone! Did you get inspired by something to make new pranks?``
”OHHHH now I see why ya felt familiar! yes yes hehe! Sometimes I get a little bold n mess with the bigger guys hehehe, just a random rush of inspiration of trying my feats in a risky way! After all the riskier the better I say!”
he sat on the table where most of the prank items were at
“gives me a good rush when I see the reaction sooo I keep coming back like a mosquito hehe!”
> ``Yes, so fun, but it has gotten me a bit curious. Your pranks are so good, how do you pull them off at such level even those in the Future are getting pranked?``
* The figure chuckles, placing its hand onto the table and leaning in.
> ``I mean, to pull off a prank on a DJ just to then do another on a Burnt King? Are those two in like, completely different times?``
* The Jester's home is quiet, currently in the nightfall, the sun barely been able to be seen in the horizon, letting its last light shine.
* The only noise able to be heard is the wind blowing into the house, yet it's not coming from the windows.
* The silence becomes dread.
. . .
* The front door is open, a tall figure, just as tall as the door frame stands there, wearing a heavy coat and a plague doctor mask and a black hat.
(Signed - @blogless-and-anonymous)
Jester was busy tinkering up some of his little prank toys.. confetti cannons.. that clown bomb.. all that, the draft got to him a little but he felt like it was just the temperature, dread though. That’s a new feeling.. almost eerie.. Upon looking around as if someone was watching his eyes honed in at the figure at the door
“uhh hey stranger! Haha.. uh man I didn’t think my door was open.. what brings you by?”
despite the carefully constructed bravery there was a underlying sense of fear that he was trying so hard to keep within
* The figure rises and tilts its head, its eye scanning the clown figure a heavy breath coming from it, sounding like it struggled to breath. Nothing much of the figure is visible, its torso and arms completely gone under that heavy coat.
* But soon the sound is broken, by sounds of the coat being moved followed by grunting.
* Now emerging onto the Doctor's side, a smaller figure with a dark pink dress and a veiled hat. It looks over at the Jester, giving a wave.
> ´´Hello Hello! Jester was it, Excuse for my friends manners, he tends to be a bit on the threaning side.´´
* The dressed figure speaks, its voice muffled but cheery and friendly, a tone of familiarity coming from the figure. The figure comes closer, placing itself in front of the other figure.
> ´´We knew you were nearby, so we came for a visit!´´
* It chuckles, placing its open palm to its mouth.
* The two enter further into the house, the Doctor closing the door in his way in, while the Dressed Figure looks around, before looking back at the Jester.
> ``I am sure your pranks are delightful, I've heard so much about them. Especially from their victims. I will remember to remind Infernus of the water bucket.``
* The Doctor stops in the hallway, staring out into the walls and windows, scanning its home and inspecting the home.
* The figure lowers its head placing its hand onto its hat and moving another one forward.
> ``How rude of me not to present myself! My name is Tom, and I am one of the Ambassadors for Blue Team.``
> ``I pass by just for doing a wellness check. We have noticed you becoming so much more active lately! Interacted with DJ Radical, The Rook, Infernus, and Even Treachstone! Did you get inspired by something to make new pranks?``
* The Jester's home is quiet, currently in the nightfall, the sun barely been able to be seen in the horizon, letting its last light shine.
* The only noise able to be heard is the wind blowing into the house, yet it's not coming from the windows.
* The silence becomes dread.
. . .
* The front door is open, a tall figure, just as tall as the door frame stands there, wearing a heavy coat and a plague doctor mask and a black hat.
(Signed - @blogless-and-anonymous)
Jester was busy tinkering up some of his little prank toys.. confetti cannons.. that clown bomb.. all that, the draft got to him a little but he felt like it was just the temperature, dread though. That’s a new feeling.. almost eerie.. Upon looking around as if someone was watching his eyes honed in at the figure at the door
“uhh hey stranger! Haha.. uh man I didn’t think my door was open.. what brings you by?”
despite the carefully constructed bravery there was a underlying sense of fear that he was trying so hard to keep within
* The figure rises and tilts its head, its eye scanning the clown figure a heavy breath coming from it, sounding like it struggled to breath. Nothing much of the figure is visible, its torso and arms completely gone under that heavy coat.
* But soon the sound is broken, by sounds of the coat being moved followed by grunting.
* Now emerging onto the Doctor's side, a smaller figure with a dark pink dress and a veiled hat. It looks over at the Jester, giving a wave.
> ´´Hello Hello! Jester was it, Excuse for my friends manners, he tends to be a bit on the threaning side.´´
* The dressed figure speaks, its voice muffled but cheery and friendly, a tone of familiarity coming from the figure. The figure comes closer, placing itself in front of the other figure.
> ´´We knew you were nearby, so we came for a visit!´´
* It chuckles, placing its open palm to its mouth.
* The two enter further into the house, the Doctor closing the door in his way in, while the Dressed Figure looks around, before looking back at the Jester.
> ``I am sure your pranks are delightful, I've heard so much about them. Especially from their victims. I will remember to remind Infernus of the water bucket.``
* The Doctor stops in the hallway, staring out into the walls and windows, scanning its home and inspecting the home.
* The Jester's home is quiet, currently in the nightfall, the sun barely been able to be seen in the horizon, letting its last light shine.
* The only noise able to be heard is the wind blowing into the house, yet it's not coming from the windows.
* The silence becomes dread.
. . .
* The front door is open, a tall figure, just as tall as the door frame stands there, wearing a heavy coat and a plague doctor mask and a black hat.
(Signed - @blogless-and-anonymous)
Jester was busy tinkering up some of his little prank toys.. confetti cannons.. that clown bomb.. all that, the draft got to him a little but he felt like it was just the temperature, dread though. That’s a new feeling.. almost eerie.. Upon looking around as if someone was watching his eyes honed in at the figure at the door
“uhh hey stranger! Haha.. uh man I didn’t think my door was open.. what brings you by?”
despite the carefully constructed bravery there was a underlying sense of fear that he was trying so hard to keep within
* The figure rises and tilts its head, its eye scanning the clown figure a heavy breath coming from it, sounding like it struggled to breath. Nothing much of the figure is visible, its torso and arms completely gone under that heavy coat.
* But soon the sound is broken, by sounds of the coat being moved followed by grunting.
* Now emerging onto the Doctor's side, a smaller figure with a dark pink dress and a veiled hat. It looks over at the Jester, giving a wave.
> ´´Hello Hello! Jester was it, Excuse for my friends manners, he tends to be a bit on the threaning side.´´
* The dressed figure speaks, its voice muffled but cheery and friendly, a tone of familiarity coming from the figure. The figure comes closer, placing itself in front of the other figure.
> ´´We knew you were nearby, so we came for a visit!´´
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