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 Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 8:05 pm
"I told you to tell her I tricked her, did I not? The explosion was merely a mirror of satire, into which life peered, and saw all but itself. I suppose, in a more frank manner, I could simply state that the damn thing is all well and fine, if that's her sole concern."
A drop of water dripped on Moby's forehead, and became a sanguine humor as it trickled down his cheek.
"Rhetorical questions will get you no answers, flower, but I suspect that you are in need of none."
The Jester scooped up the coil of handkerchiefs and balled it tightly in his hand. He walked to the ramp of the cart and stood at its threshold.
"Well, I suppose I shall take my leave, the burden of proof off my chest. But first, would you like to see a magical trick?"
Moby grinned with roving rows of teeth.
"That was a rhetorical question, by the by."
With a snap of his wrist, the coiled handkerchiefs unfurled, sending Moby's cards buzzing toward Jynx with mach menace.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 8:15 pm
Jynx made to throw her hands up in surprize and a gust of wind rushed into the cart, blustering against Moby to make him stagger back inside. She was smiling. She was a lonely traveler and this strange fellow was the first face that had shown her any attention in weeks. Plus, he was fun and seemed he could take her tricks, and better yet throw a few right back at her. Yes, indeed, she liked this fellow.
" Alright Chuckles, we can pull pranks on one another all night. Thats right up my alley."
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 6:59 pm
Moby's tunic fluttered in the gust, and it, as a sporange, issued hot pink glitter which festooned Jynx's drab clothes and settled in the lines of her sardonic visage.
He grinned.
"Alas, it seems that you are far too apathetic to harbor vindictive passions! In light of that, I rue my threatening actions against you, but even a jester cannot laugh in the face of time! What is done is done, and though we are at a cordial dearth, let us spring upward with optimism and transmute our unburied hatchets to interred mirth!"
The jester fanned his fingers from his alabaster face and wiggled them with the vigor of a cheerleader. Letting loose a war cry, he thrust each hand out, and from them blasted blasphemous streams of blood. A rage of whitewater static welled within the cart as he waved his hands about, cutting shredded, splinter-toothed pathways in the cart and its canopy, through which the blood was freed into the twilit sky.
He began to turn his hands toward Jynx.
(Hell, I'm so rusty. It's a wonderful thing that I'm feeling motivated again.)
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 12:11 pm
Jynx looked at him as if he were crazy. She flicked her hands at him, and suddenly the floor of the cart was horribly rotted and unstable. She flicked her ands again and cartwheeled out of the cart, blood soaking the ends of her hair. She watched the cart creak and moan as the boards gave out. She flung her hands at the cart again and a wheel fell off. Her horse, already running for the woods having pulled free in a panic.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 7:49 pm
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