[color=silver]"Hiki-chan what are you up to now?"[/color] Jester played with one of this throwing knives with his claw hand, this "trial" being the most interesting part of his day. He paid attention to what Hikaru was saying with great intent for he shared some of the madman's views. Some of them. Needless to say, this was brilliant entertainment, the back and forth banter, the subtle ideological meanings and now, the death of Fenixrite, things were getting quite interesting.

Jester just leaned back in his chair as the chaotic infighting ensued, blades and red pixels flying everywhere as he just picked at his nails while rocking in his seat, seemingly unaffected by [i]<<Hate>>[/i]. [color=silver]"Seems like some of us are already mad enough"[/color], the man yawned as he caught an incoming blade with his bony hands and turned to face an enraged sword maiden with a bored face, [color=silver]"Others still need to work on this fine craft."[/color]

With a quick use of his Breaker, Jester disoriented the swords woman as he flipped through the air behind him, throwing a trio of his signature whistling knives into the girl's back. Even with their horrible accuracy, they couldn't miss at such close range and dug themselves into the girl. Quickly spinning around, Jester dug the[i] <<Claws of Abhorash>>[/i] into the girl, watching as its bleeding effect shrank her HP bar to nothing and replaced by four simple letters, [color=ed1c24][b]DEAD[/b][/color].

Satisfied with his work, the Circus Master decided he had no part in this mess and opted to exit stage right to watch it all from a safe distance. Or in the case, stage up. Inverting his gravity with his Breaker, Jester found himself on the ceiling of the great hall that was once the home to their little Brotherhood, [i]<<Battle Healing>>[/i] patching him up from any fall damage he might have taken. Being completely honest, Jester was quite thankful that Hikaru had done what he did, Jester never had a feeling that this whole Bro-hood would last, to many hoes here. Now a safe distance away from everything, Jester resided to cheering people on with slogan like "Fight! Fight! Fight!", "Good Luck!" and "Blood for the Blood God!" while throwing down hail after hail of inaccurate throwing knives; now it seemed like today was going to be interesting.

[hr][hr][center][color=silver]Jester | Players Dispatched: 1 | PC’s Engaged: None Directly[/color][/center]