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The Jester//Epilogue At: Home//Disposition: At Peace. The box felt heavy in his hand as he caught it. One little pill, and his friend's lives would be changed forever. No more Nightfog curse, no more death, no more sorrow. Hollow might even be able to speak again, and maybe even Atheia would be...

This feeling that the plant-creature brought was completely different. He had healed himself before, but this was completely different. Ideally, he would just have extra fat that he repurposed into more useful tissue, but this... New tissue formed from the magical energies that entered him from...

The Jester At: SCP Facility-Arcadia Junkyard//Disposition: Confused-Happy-Sorrowful-Purposeful Without even a second to breathe, to think, soldiers appeared down the hallway. There wasn't time, as the air was snatched from his lungs. Everything moved in slow motion, the muzzle flash of each...

The Jester At: Isolation//Disposition: Intrigued-Pissed off. "Oh?" He grew excited at the prospect of grinding up more people to make into useful items. "Say, you think that we could make an instrument or something?" A fleshy lute. With hamstrings to pluck and a ribcage his acoustics. That...

The Jester At: Isolation//Disposition: "Fuck it." A demon, one he assumed was a succubus based on appearance alone -which considering the circumstances, might not be entirely wrong- was going to kiss him and most assuredly feed on his life force. He didn't have any time to weigh his options...

The Jester At: Isolation//Disposition: "This isn't good, no. Not at all." "I wish I could tell you. I've been relatively well behaved since-" Then, the sirens. The doors opened, but as an orange jumpsuit, he knew that there was more than just the SCP's that wanted to kill him. Hopefully, the...

The Jester At: Isolation//Disposition: Insulted, Confused, Annoyed He didn't like the tone on her, not one bit. The sort of knowing-upstart tone that could either mean two things. An endearing jerk, or a completely unforgivable jerk. There is no in-between for those two very different sets of...

(Voting for Red Hood as well.)

The Jester At: Isolation//Disposition: Glad, Confused "It seems they've stopped feeding me ichor for whatever reason." Said the Jester, sitting upon a throne of gold. He stood, stretched, and reached for his lute, the wooden instrument light in his padded gloves. "Hmph." He didn't bother to...

(I have decided. I vote for Handsome Jack. @Akibahara )

The Jester At: Blackwell Academy Campus//Disposition: Smug/Sorrowful/Afraid Everything was shit. The show turned into shit as the very scenery was torn apart by massive payloads of metal and mayhem. Wood was upturned from the ground it was so rooted in, and everyone had became a red mist where...

Gotted

The fleshcrafter hesitated for a moment, shutting off the final nerve endings around his torso, and tentatively deciding to not touch his own spinal cord. From what he did with the brain's very own spaghetti-string that resided in other people, he knew that even the slightest mistake could end...

The Jester At: Theatre//Disposition: Entertained Finally, it was time for art. A play. He had already left the little woman with her gun while everyone else was distracted by bursting out a window to the courtyard outside. He was a master of ruses and trickery after all, for what else would he...

Cim, Shard of Trostani At: Blackwell Academy//Disposition: N/A She collapsed to the ground, her hands slipping off the blood-slicked wall she was leaning on. There wasn't much of a choice. Despite the fact that she had never seen what strange weapons the cultists were brandishing, she got the...

The Jester At: Blackwell Academy Hallways// Disposition: N/A It wasn't the screaming bark at her lower waist that first woke her. Or the vile fluids she was face down in, or the cold stillness of the corpse she was simply layered upon. No, it was her disconnection from Mat'Selesnya that woke...

The Jester At: Blackwell Academy//Disposition: Annoyed “This isn’t art, this is madness. Something you seem to know a lot about.” He took Vernita by the shoulders, and brought his mask close to hers. In the black pits of his eye-holes, two deep brown irises ringed pinprick pupils. Those two...

Raethe hadn't gotten the chance to unsheathe his blade by the time a jarringly familiar figure ripped into his right shoulder. He repressed his instincts to shoot a bone-protrusion straight through his robe and into the head of the wallmaiden, but he already heard the ripping of the fabric that...

The Jester At: Blackwell Academy// Disposition: Somewhat confused, nevertheless excited. Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Without even a second thought, she had gunned down another actor mid-sentence. He was surprised the script would involve that at on short delivery. What did that represent? Potentially...

The Jester At: Blackwell Academy // Disposition: Excited Aside from the bodies, stench, absolutely abhorrent amount of fluids all coagulating together in a big soup of 'fun', The Jester was truly enjoying the dedication to the roles the students were playing for the show. They completely...