[ota] Whose hand gave me this wound?

[maskofhearts]

Hadyn paced, script in hand as he balanced a bit haphazardly along a low slung stone wall. Not the best place to try to learn ones lines, truthfully, but he wanted to make himself focus- and as strange of a tactic as it was, putting himself in danger was certainly one of the few ways he kept himself focused. The whole miss a step and your skull was

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[jestincase]

Hippity hop, spinnity spin, here comes Jubilee, not worrying one whit about falls as she slowly cartwheels along the wall. She sees Haydn coming the other way and stops.

"Right letter, wrong name. You're no Humpty, Mr. Heart. Are you talking to yourself, then?"

[maskofhearts]

"Well, I am talking to myself, or I am talking to the wall. Take your pick," Hadyn said with a tilt of his head as he looked up at Jubilee. Strange habits Jokers had, though perhaps he couldn't talk much with is pacing along the top of a short wall.

"What are you doing?"

[jestincase]

"Depends, depends on which one makes better conversation~ As for me, I was looking for ears."

She tilts her head opposite of his. "And do you know I've found nary a one! Was it a play, then?"

[maskofhearts]

"It was for a play, I have lines to learn. One of the nasty side effects of being a lead." He said with a shrug.

"How is it you planned to find ears, they usually are attached to people."

[jestincase]

"Not so, not so! Hasn't he heard? Walls have ears." She nods with surety. "What play? Tell me, tell me do? Do I know it?"

[maskofhearts]

"Yes, well...those ears are usually attached to people too." He said with a rye sort of smile. "The play is 'Tis a Pity She's a Whore'. I'm playing Giovanni."

[jestincase]

"People! No fun, no fun at all." She performs a backwards cartwheel, this time allowing her legs to slide off the wall until she sits upon it. "Giovanni...." Her face stills, going uncharacteristically blank for several moments, before she looks back up at him and smiles, pleased.

"Lost, I am Lost! My fates have doomed my death.
The more I strive, I love; the more I love,
The less I hope. I see my ruin, certain.

I remember it!"

[maskofhearts]

"Indeed. Perhaps you should take to the stage some time." He said, digging his toe into the stone of the wall for a moment.

"Why were you looking for the wall's ears anyway?"

[jestincase]

"Hasn't He heard? All the world's a stage." She kicks her heels on the stone. "Hungry. I eat secrets. Walls must hear a lot of secrets. Why should they keep them all?"

She peers up at him. "I could read you lines."

[maskofhearts]

"So Shakespeare would you believe at least." He said, shaking his head slowly. "And walls keep secrets because otherwise no one would tell them anything. And what fun is that?"

As for reading his lines, he shrugged a little, and passes her the script. It wasn't the first time someone had offered, at least. "If you want."

[jestincase]

"Then they should have mouths, not ears. Secrets never escape once they're eaten." And she should know. She's never lost one yet.

She accept the script and turns it this way and that, uncertain what she's expected to do with it. She remembers the play now she's freed the memory. Why ever did He give her this? Perhaps he's tired of holding it. "Where is He starting, then?"

[maskofhearts]

"If they don't keep them, Jester, then they must have mouths somewhere." He said, raising a brow as he plopped down on the wall rather gracefully.

"Toward the middle was where I was at. It is a lot of lines to remember."

[jestincase]

"Some walls have holes. Are they mouths, perhaps? Oh, I wonder, I do!" The thought pleases her greatly. "Act 2, Scene 1?" That seems middlish to her.