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[enigmaestro]

Who: Everyone at the State Island Renn Faire.
When: From noon 4/29 to 11:59pm 5/2
Where: Staten Island.
Summary: Reality is temporarily broken as demonic forces accidentally make a Renn Faire very real.
Warnings: None?
Format: Whatever thou doth deign upon.

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[hasgonehonkers]

The strange troll bard is wandering around and playing his lute. He normally wouldn't pose a problem for anyone, but a few weeks ago he had unfortunately been discovered to have been the last person to see a jester alive and no one knows why he and the jester should have spoken. Doubly unfortunate, no one knows who actually murdered the jester as it is. One can imagine what rumors would come of such circumstances.

What is more worrisome with Gamzee, of course, is that he has been singing some rather unflattering things about the king. Of course, he's never sung any of these things within earshot of the guards or the nobility, but word gets around all the same.

It's a miracle he's avoided any punishment for his actions so far.

[due_punishment]

Unfortunately for Gamzee, Francesco is no common guard. In fact he had risen to his current position as Captain because of his unnerving talent to hide in plain sight and notice things less gifted men would miss. That and he could be very persuasive to tavernkeeps and others of low character when he required information from them.

Which was what had now led him to stepping out in front of Gamzee blocking his path. "Are you the bard known as Gamzee?"

While he was sure the troll was it never hurt to check. An example made of the wrong person would only aggravate the peasants more.

[hasgonehonkers]

Gamzee weighed his options for a second, realizing it was actually a very bad idea to lie to a guard's face. It seemed like a much worse idea to actually answer with an affirmative to this question though. It would be funny to give him the right answer and then escape his grasp, but something told him that this was not the guard he should try to outrun.

"No, mo - sir. I am a bard, but I don't know this Gamzee."

This couldn't possibly come back to bite him in the ass later, could it? He didn't think so, but of course he was probably very, very wrong about that. That was assuming that this first lie was even good enough to work.

Chase through the market?

[due_punishment]

Francesco could see right through the bard. Stepping forward he did his best to loom over the creature. If it had any intelligence at all it would either run, or confess. "I do not believe you. You bards are always talking to each other, sharing songs and tales. To say you have not heard of this Gamzee is absurd."

Yes

[hasgonehonkers]

"Well then, guess you all caught me up in one of my own lies. That's a motherintercoursing shame," and with that he threw the lute at Francesco's face and bolted.

That giant basket of fruit seemed like it would be very handy for tossing in the guard's way.

Re: Yes

[due_punishment]

Francesco batted the lute away before dashing after the bard and tripping over the fruit. Cursing he clambered back to his feet and jumped through one of the market's stalls to try and cut off Gamzee.

[hasgonehonkers]

He hadn't expected that and even though he managed to stop before running into Francesco he was still in a bad situation since he was now way too close to the guard. He could use his magic and pull a weapon out if he needed, but doing that in the open could attract all kinds of attention.

Grabbing the nearest item he could, Gamzee threw that instead and turned to bolt again.

[due_punishment]

Francesco was forced to stop and duck to avoid the pot connecting with his head, costing him precious distance and time. Growling he grabbed another pot from a nearby stall and throw it toward Gamzee. Hopefully it would land true and he could regain the distance he had lost.

Why couldn't the King have just wanted this bard dead? Then Francesco could have used a crossbow and this whole thing could have been much simpler.

[hasgonehonkers]

It landed alright and after a curse Gamzee did have to take a second reorient himself. The pot slowed him down no more than that though. Pain was still something Gamzee wasn't bothered by and the way he continued to run off might have hinted at that.

Still, he was much closer to Francesco than he wanted now, so Gamzee took a risk he might not have otherwise and dove down an alleyway. He didn't check to see if there was a wall at the end of it first.

[due_punishment]

Francesco couldn't help smirking as he slid around the corner into the alleyway. It was exactly where he'd been planning on taking the bard anyway and the fool had now saved him the trouble of dragging him there.

[hasgonehonkers]

"Motherfornicator," it was a dead end.

Gamzee turned his back to the wall and sneered. He was probably going to have to wind up using his magic after all. Trying to make it seem like he was defenseless until Francesco was within range Gamzee resorted to talking and making himself look like he was weaker than he was.

"What all did I motherintercoursin' do anyway?"

[due_punishment]

"You spoke ill of your betters, such words have consequences." Francesco moved forward slowly. He knew how intimidating his size could be and he was doing his best to maximize that effect now. "If I had a choice I'd remove your tongue to make sure you could not repeat the offense, but those same betters have decided to show you a small mercy and spare you that."

Interruption time I believe AND I WILL REALLY STOP EDITING THIS NOW

[hasgonehonkers]

"Oh, they all mothercopulatin' got word of my ownself's songs. What mercy are they up at trying to show me?" he laughed a little, trying to make it sound more hysterical than how he actually felt - he found this funny even if he found it a terrible situation to be in. He needed to watch those songs of his better.

Gamzee waited for the guard to step just a little closer. Yes, he was big. Yes, it was kind of intimidating. That didn't mean Gamzee wasn't going to pull a weapon out at any second though and try to battle his way out. And he could put up quite a fight. Gamzee had two advantages here. One of them being that he could pull a weapon out of thin air and the other being that he felt almost no pain and didn't really care when he did feel it.

He was still pretty sure though that he was about to lose this fight and something very, very important to him. Someone would have to be a fool to not see that.

[swwag]

"Show him a small mercy, then? Such a shame I won't."

Dualscar leaned against the mouth of the alley, half emptied wine bottle in one hand and cutlass in the other, the blade aimed at Francesco's back. And it was no ordinary cutlass, either; in its hilt was something purported to cast lightning in the direction the wielder wished it to. A perfect weapon for such an illustrious pirate, and one so fortunate on this day; he'd seen the bard and the guard go racing down the street and, interested, had tailed them here. Luck was surely in his favor.

"Much as I would take merriment in watchin' these orders carried out by the king's hound, I hath business of my own to settle with the bard." He smirked, gesturing idly with the cutlass. "Step aside. And you, bard - come here. Make haste; what little patience I spare for your sort shan't be wasted in this alley."

[due_punishment]

"You can have him when I'm done! After that I don't care what you do with him. It will concern me not." The situation was bad, but he wasn't going to show any fear, or give in easily. All he needed to was bait this pirate, gain some time to change the odds. If he could get an opening of only a second, or two he could get to the dagger he had hidden in his sleeve. Not as ideal as the sword, but it would give him the extra time he needed to draw that.

"So sheath thy sword, or I shall run you through with it."

[hasgonehonkers]

This situation just kept getting worse, he'd need to go about this smartly if he wanted to avoid getting too hurt by either the pirate or guard. Gamzee moved a bit towards where he thought the safest spot to be in the alley was right now and pulled out a weapon. He hoped to keep his actually pulling it from nowhere hidden just so he could have surprise on his side when he used it.