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[color=bc8dbf][h2][b]Canio[/b][/h2][/color]
[i]Palais Omnisports de Paris, Bercy, Residential District[/i]
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Put simply, he was unstable. More than the standard, even. That was only to be expected, though- no sooner had he been summoned than was he forced to recall the most hellish point of his life. 

Then again, that was only suitable. He was a man made into a story, so of course he could not ignore the story. 

Forget everything before it. Forget your childhood fancies, forget your tired woes, those are mere dust. Yes, for the role being played is not "Canio, the man", but "Canio, the story". 

[color=bc8dbf]"Information, is it? Learn where they are, learn how they walk, and eat, and sleep, and love, like setting up so many dominoes. How very like [b]him[/b], Master. But, but- let us bind to that story, nonetheless. Very well, I shall play my part. The paint comes on once again, as I once more become a tool to kill hated things."[/color]

Laugh, clown, Assassin, man-cum-story, for you have exceeded your limits! Paintless, powderless, even as nothing more than yourself, you have a role to play! Laugh at the absurdity, laugh at the tragedy! 

[color=bc8dbf]"Yes, how very like him, but I do not hate it. Not yet, not yet. So I will agree, let us learn of those we will kill. Let us see, let us see..."[/color]

The form once again rippled, the presence of a Servant faded entirely, and a broad-shouldered Parisian man stood where the clown once had. Were it not for the fact that there was a witness to the change, to identify that new shape as a Servant would have been virtually impossible. Even the cadence of his voice had changed, that manic timbre lost in favor of a gruff bluntness.

"This'll work, unless you were thinking of something inanimate. Where to?"