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located in Tinker Tocker, a part of Scattered Dreams, Fragmented Reality, one of the many universes on RPG.

Tinker Tocker

"The city of engineers, spell weavers, and clock makers"

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Character Portrait: Erixianti Character Portrait: Quinera Character Portrait: Flue, the Silver Witch
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Quinera blinked. She was still there. The person was still there. She hadn't run away when Quinera had shown herself. Most people did. They usually ran away and told great stories of the demented spirit who stole souls and spread madness like a disease. Quinn didn't discourage these stories. They were pretty funny most of the time and a good deal of them true (or with a nugget of truth in there somewhere). But...she was lonely. A lot of the time. Everyone was scared of the jester. But this person...she had stayed. She didn't look too frightened either. A bit shocked really. The jester watched with confusion as the person slowly lifted the bear she had clutched to her front up to her mouth.

"Thank you... your timing was well-suited." Quinn started. The bear...the bear spoke. Not the person. The teen turned about face quickly and watched the person as a sneaking grin slid onto her face. She had been in the city of inventors a good long time. Forever. And she had never, ever seen anything that could do that. She moved forward an inch or two, trying not to scare off this person who didn't look at the jester as if she was a monster. A flicker of irritation shot through the teen and she gave a quiet snarl at the people who called her names. Like monster. Or hell-demon. She wasn't any of those things. Quinera dug her nails deeply into her palms but the ire was thrown away as the person...no, the bear spoke again.

"Were you watching from up above...?" Quinn bit her lip and shied away from the gaze of the person. But then the jester nodded slightly. Well, she hadn't been watching really. She had been playing. Playing cat and mouse. Quinn moved close to the person, her ballet pumped foot resting en pointe as if it was a natural position. The teen moved from en pointe to flat footed and up again as she grinned gently, trying hard, so hard, not to scare this person away. Trying not to scare her away like everyone else.

But then the bear moved its plush arm up towards the jester. Quinera moved away slightly from the gesture, too used to violence. But there was no movement of attack. There was no offensive move. She had seen this before. This was a custom; people shook hands when they met people. The jester moved suddenly, collapsing with an eerie grace to kneel cross legged on the pavement, almost at the same height to look into the bear's eyes. Then the jester slowly moved her ribboned hand to shake the bear's paw. No one had ever greeted her before. They usually just shouted abuse at her. It was nice to be introduced to someone. For someone else to initiate something towards her that wasn't mean.

"It's very nice to meet you, little person. I hope you are OK. I'm pretty glad he didn't get you." Quinera whispered quietly, looking up into the small person's eyes. After a split second, the jester launched herself up into a hop and untangled herself. There was a feeling of doubt plaguing the teen telling her that even though this person hadn't been mean yet, she was going to be later. A defensive anger pushed itself up to the forefront of Quinera's mind.

"Is this a trick? Are you really just a mean person?" The jester questioned before she calmed down a bit. "You couldn't be one of them anyways. I mean, you look nothing like one of them. But you might be playing a game. I like games..." Quinn trailed off, speaking more to herself than to the girl in front of her.

"I don't like it when people are mean to me. Not at all. They call me such horrible things...I am NOT a monster. I am NOT!" With that, the jester twirled to punch the wall behind her with all the force she could muster. The anger faded as the pain from her fist hollered for attention. She ignored it. Injuries were too boring to worry about. Breathing deeply, Quinera felt a twinge of wonder shoot through her.

"And your bear! Where didja get it?! I have never seen anything like it! And I have been here for forever and a couple of days!" Quinn was knelt into front of the girl again as she threw herself towards the ground, her knees complaining, her inky hair swirling as she fell. The young woman examined the soft toy quickly, her fingers brushing the fabric lightly, like raindrops. As quick as a blink, the jester plucked it from the girl's hands and held it herself. She stared at it expectantly, waiting for it to speak. She frowned and the turned away from the person, pacing in confusion.

"Did I break it or something?" She asked without turning around, her right hand flicking out above her she walked and poked the bear's stomach. Another thought occurred to the jester.

"Oh no...I didn't kill it, did I?" Quinera asked, staring at the bear mournfully. She then gently picked the bear up and cradled it to her chest for a minute of two. She whispered apologises to the little plush animal before looking at it and throwing it over her shoulder, back towards the girl. She shrugged and turned on the spot, hands on her hips and eyes gleaming with barely restrained amusement. She didn't know why it was funny but the jester just felt the need to laugh again. She did that sometimes. Some things were just so funny.

"Oh well. It's dead now anyways. Hey! Don't pick that up!" The jester yelled, confusion snapping into focus. "We don't play with dead things and..." A noise just within the jester's range of hearing snapped her to attention, her manic gaze trailing across the streets around her.

"Ohhhh." The demeanour of the girl changed dramatically. Gone was the girl and back was the child's nightmare, Tinker Tocker's real life myth. The jester pulled herself up to en pointe yet again and spread her arms out at her sides, feeling the pulse energy underneath her skin singing out. She was a little drained from her escapades but she has more than enough energy to scare someone else away. Besides. She had someone to protect here too. This person was nicer than the rest. She would scare the them away again if she had to.

The jester flicked her wrists and played her part. The mad gleam was back -and oh, didn't it feel glorious- and the girl hopped with barely restrained energy. Quinera spoke, almost sang the words, in a too sweet voice which was laced with something akin to arsenic. The myth-turned-real was filled with such an energy and anticipation that she felt on fire inside. Because what is life without a little fun?

"Somebody's here...and it's time to come out and play!"