Jester's Story

In truth there were several things going on in Shanty Town, of course there generally always was something going on but in this instance one thing of interest was going down in the grubby, built up alleyways of the seedy underbelly of the city. Wondering with no real aim or purpose was a red and black clad figure, his dark clothing not providing enough of a camouflage to hide him the dark streets, not that he at all minded- after all his snow white face and painted black eye sockets made him stand out in any light, in fact he wanted to announce to the world he was coming, that he was ready to cause chaos, for this strangely dressed man was The Jester.

In his aimless wanderings he eventually came across a pair of hobos, both easily identified if not by their grubby dress then by their even grubbier scent. One of these hobos was sat in what could only be described as an open air sewer, whilst the other was relieving himself in said open air sewer, it was this urinating hobo that was closest on Jesters path through the city and was the first to be an unfortunate victim of chance, the first he would have felt was the toe of Jesters shoe connecting with the outside of his knee, the blow dislocated the joint and forced the hobo, dislocated knee first into the sewer. Twisting to see who was attacking him, the hobo swung straight into the gloved fist that was hurtling towards his face, fortunately for him these combined elements were enough to knock him unconscious, so he wasn't awake when he drowned in the sewer a few moments later. The second hobo had only half realised what was going on when a chuckling Jester pounced on him too. One major feature of Jesters power- that to absorb and recreate the powers of other Evolved with enough time or contact- meant he could also sense when other Evolved were nearby, and this hobo was one. The unfortunate hobo was knocked down by the force of the mad clown falling on him and was half deafened when he slammed both hands on the side of his head, the latent power in the Hobo was copied over to Jester and he felt the power grow inside of him, in just a few short minutes he stepped back, confident he could control his new found power. Reaching a hand out as if to help the hobo up, instead a jet of fire sprang forth from his fingers, catching on the hobos heavy woolen coat and swiftly catching him ablaze, Jester stood back as the man writhed and thrashed in pain until he slowly stopped, the air stank of burnt wool and melted flesh. As the Jester continued his random wanderings through the Shanty Town he couldn't help but laugh at how they two had died, one in water and one in fire, he found the contrasts quite ironic, and all too funny to contain.