Either it's 20 people who were able to appear as one, or one who could appear as twenty. Or some odd thing in between. In this place, there were no shortage of possibilities.
"Any world class clown worth his own makeup can do that! Though you do have to start slow as its easy to pull every muscle in your body at once if you don't know what you are doing!"
The Pierrot Near was talking to split into three, who continued to talk in unison.
As far as Near was aware, being a clown involved no such thing. But then, as far as he'd known at one point, you couldn't kill someone just by writing down their name.
"Most other clown who have mastered this technique can only manage a few, ten at most!" they answered. Pierrot had trained hard. Back when he was learning how to multiply himself he had to. It was the only way he thought his parents would ever recognize him.
Two Pierrots walked to either side of Near and started examining his hair. The third who had stood still noted, "Your hair is an awful lot like mine when I'm out of makeup. And with your physique as well I expect you could make a half decent clown yourself!"
Nate had been in a sullen sulk in the Slytherin common room for several weeks. Although he did not believe for a second that his girlfriend, Blair Waldorf, had been turned into popcorn, he did believe that she had ditched him in the middle of Scotland, and he no idea why. Of course, normal, hot-blooded boyfriends would be going after her, possibly running through the airport with "If You Leave" blaring on the soundtrack of life, but Nate... sucked.
So his big, grand gesture after weeks of moping was actually to check out the sorting room. And after checking out Pierrot's outfit, he really wish he hadn't.
This young boy seemed to be more dumbstruck than the audience at the Monaco cup was when Pierrot imprisoned himself on purpose just to complete an all too involved bad pun.
A Pierrot cartwheeled over to him. "You seem a little confused! Can I help you?"
"Ooooh you are positively dazzling!" A Pierrot, completely ignoring the question, catapulted himself over to him and gave him a big hug. "Your makeup is absolutely amazing!"
Thom leaned backwards in the embrace. "Ahmmmm. Yeah. Mask, not makeup. And people say I'm strange?" He cleared his throat. "How, um, how many of you are there? Currently? Like, right now in this room?"
He was pretty sure he'd taken his pills today - all four colors - but there still remained a chance that the answer was zero.
"Mine technically isn't makeup either. I just tattoed it onto myself because I got tired of applying it!" he said, adding a delighted laugh afterwards.
Without having to look around, he answered quickly. "Twenty two!"
Toki is only able to keep himself from squealing in happiness on the grounds that squealing is not metal, nor can it ever be made so by anyone. Still, he's obviously fidgety and happy. "Does you do cocaines?" Because dude, if this guy does cocaine he'd be just like Dr. Rockso who is totally Toki's best friend ever and a clown besides. Clowns are metal.
A Pierrot somersaulted over to Toki, then placed his hands on his face in mock shock. "Why do people keep asking me that question? Drugs would certainly mar my ability to perform!"
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Even one would have been too many.
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"How do you do that?"
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The Pierrot Near was talking to split into three, who continued to talk in unison.
"I can multiply myself over 300 times!"
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So, he was willing to keep an open mind.
"I take it 300 is an achievement?"
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Two Pierrots walked to either side of Near and started examining his hair. The third who had stood still noted, "Your hair is an awful lot like mine when I'm out of makeup. And with your physique as well I expect you could make a half decent clown yourself!"
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So his big, grand gesture after weeks of moping was actually to check out the sorting room. And after checking out Pierrot's outfit, he really wish he hadn't.
"Uh..."
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A Pierrot cartwheeled over to him. "You seem a little confused! Can I help you?"
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"I seem confused?"
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He emphasized his point by doing a one handed hand stand.
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"Pop quiz for you, my smiley friend. Are you by any chance from a planet called Cargg?"
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He was pretty sure he'd taken his pills today - all four colors - but there still remained a chance that the answer was zero.
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Without having to look around, he answered quickly. "Twenty two!"
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Toki is only able to keep himself from squealing in happiness on the grounds that squealing is not metal, nor can it ever be made so by anyone. Still, he's obviously fidgety and happy. "Does you do cocaines?" Because dude, if this guy does cocaine he'd be just like Dr. Rockso who is totally Toki's best friend ever and a clown besides. Clowns are metal.
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