looks like death took a holiday...

[glasgow_smilin]

Characters: The Joker, anybody else crazy enough to come by
When: April 14th, Afternoon
Where: Downtown Nesreca
Rating: Pg-13
Summary: Violent clown is violent

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[cursed_twin]

As much as Yuui didn't want to leave the safety of their rooms, or his brother, supplies were running low, and he couldn't gather enough water simply holding the containers out the window. He'd promised Fay he would be gone just a moment, hanging his coat up to block the window.

The gunfire had drawn his attention however, and he took off to find the source, anxious for Fay's safety. Once he found the source he trailed him a fair ways back, a frown on his face as he studied him. He peered out calmly from behind a building, hair falling across his missing eye. His remaining eye widened in surprise at the explosion, and the disturbing laughter. He reminded him of his Uncle.

[glasgow_smilin]

Unfortunately, the Joker hadn't gotten entirely out of the blast range in time, and the force of the grenade knocked him off of his feet. He picked himself up, and brushed his coat off, still tittering. A glance at the crater where Harvey had been standing proved that it was just a ghost. Just like he thought

[cursed_twin]

Fay took a step back as the second grenade went off, a frown creasing his features. He'd grown accustom to various types of guns in is travels, though those were not part of his world, but these were entirely unfamiliar. Very destructive little things.

The man was unpredictable, and violent, two things that didn't pair well, and it made him nervous to know he was in the same world as his brother.

He moved to shrink back, return to his twin before this mad man took notice of him when a face caught his among the crowd. Ethereal and all that he remembered from his few scraps of her, long golden hair styled much like he had created Chii. She was dressed in the familiar winter garb of Valeria Country, a circlet crown on her forehead, and her eyes locked briefly with his as she walked through the path of destruction.

He stared at her with a disbelieving expression, and his feet moved forwards of their own accord.

[glasgow_smilin]

After a few ridiculous dance moves, the shotgun was empty. Making a pouty face, the Joker holstered his pistol and withdrew a gloveful of shells from his jacket. Hurriedly stuffing them into the gun, he glanced up to see that shock of blonde hair moving toward him.

No, not toward him... toward one of the ghosts. One that looked like she didn't belong.

His gaze moved over the pile of mangled zombie corpses piled all over the parking lot, then back to the collapsed entryway of the department store. The whole sight of it made him grin. It was almost a sort of tableau, an artwork that showed what Nesreca might have looked like the night all hell had broken loose. How he wished he could have been there.

With the shotgun fully loaded, he drew his pistol again and rested the barrel of the pump-action over his shoulder. He sauntered in his odd, wobbly fashion toward Fay, taking an angle off from the focus of his attention in a meager attempt to get him by surprise.