Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190329121908/@comment-30014014-20190330135617

"N-now hold on a second..." Joseph tries his earnest to cobble a semblance of cohesion in his sentence, forgetting once more that his biggest weakness was currently embracing the man from behind with ho hold-barred by the product of her rather 'generous' portions. A fun karmic backlash for the clown who was first to point out how easily Jeiel had fallen for a monster's assets.

"Now, now, husband, the king has merely asked to know how we came to be joint. We can't have you play a court jester on a subject going beyond mere tales, can we? Even if it's fitting with our majesty".

Fight as he tries, Joseph can barely muster any will to 'ignore' the two 'problems' dotting his very back right now as Alex takes his verbal lance "Besides, a tale like this surely would need my input considering I'm the other half of this count".

She briefly raises a hand, shaping a clone from the illusion of her arcanes, one with a tale to sprout "You ask for a tale of a jester converging with a harlequin, so here, I lay it bare for you to hear".

"Once upon a time, there was a clown, a jester, a court entertainer. He came from afar, a deep space with different gods, different arcane, different motives. He saw this world and felt it tranquile. A node came to curiousity, expressing the shimmering familiarity of the divinity he swore fealty.

''There, he met the ravenous wolf who turned out to be a kindled heart with many in his fold. From a desert ruler, to a once whitered hollow, he saw the man as a friend, and sought to travel to meet the man in true due.''

''Then he met a mad doctor who was naught but a stoic one with many responsibilities surrounding his thoughts with close ones making it a duty to breach those walls. He saw the man as another friend and sought to travel to meet the man in true due.''

''Then he met a third man working on gadgets, a man with a fancy twitch, turned out to be a man with many worries for those not ready to be claimed by marital rites, once again surrounded by many loved ones. He saw the man as a third friend and souvght to travel to meet the man in true due.''

''Then he met a scaled deity with the heart of a trickster over a mass land of his own, once more surrounded by many close ones at his side to give his relief as do as he saw fit. He saw this deity as another friend and sought to travel to meet his in true due.''

Finally, he met a king with governing rights who let no bars hold acquaintances from his presence, ''I think you know which one this is. Once more, he was also accompanied by his loved ones and the clown sought to travel to meet his as a friend.''

''Dear king, do you see the familiarities? Each friend he met had people to call their own. And that made the clown sad, for he had no one to call his own. Burdens of his past came to blindfold him from seeking out one to share his life with. A tale the good doctor came to hear. ''

My creator, my father.

''He came to the clown, seeking to end this lonely dance. He devised my birth, from clay and mold, foreign crystals and arcane artifacts. With time. With love.With hope that my promised one would give me the same, if not more.''

''He presented me to the lonely jester, and so I walked to the man. He was happy, but then, he felt guilty. He sought a mate, but thought me a servant without sentience by my side. So, he forsoke his sadness and thaught me. Thaught me about the world. Thaught me about his region, his origins. Thaught me everything so that I may grow true sentience, true sapiency.''

''And then, my heart grew to desire love, as well as to give back. The clown was distrustful of himself, so he presented me to many. Many I liked, many I disliked, many I had no opinion of. And yet, my heart was not sated. nor would it be, by any but the one would put away his solitude to press on my well-being. I have grown to love him, yet words could not convey this love.''

''I was never groomed for the more 'physical' demonstration, but the clown would always divert this particular subject. So I travelled far and wide, seeking the all-too taboo arts, so that I may kill two birds with one stone. Many were willing to demonstrate. And many more were overjoyed at the prospect.''

''Armed with the knowledge of introducing a man to the bedroom, I snuck up on the fool as he was tolling away with his divine work. His patron, now mine as well, had given me her blessing to claim the clown as my own. I caught him unguarded and unleashed my furious passion, the arcane he thaught me now equal to his. I used it to counter his deflect, corroding his initial dismay and hesitation. Turned his resistance to a true joined desire as I quietly surrendered my anxiety to the man I would call my dearest husband...''

Her voice grows quiet, far from the counting symphony she uttered as an origin story. But then "The same man would probably would have given it to...I don't know, one? Two sentences?"