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Jeremi
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"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIT!"
A loud, shrill, if somewhat muffled by a layer of spandex scream suddenly cut across the conversations of those with Monsieur Loyal and Frederika outside the carnival entrance, and anyone who looked towards its source would be blessed by the sight of the man himself. The red threads. The toned physique. The fantastic ass. It all came together to portray the greatest hero of them all, icon to millions everywhere and star of a surefire 2016 box office hit...
"That's right, everyone! It's ME! Your friendless neighborly Spider-Man!"
And shit it is nice not to have to worry about getting slammed with a billiondollar copyright suit for a change! Those network stooges at Fox might not've literally sewn my mouth shut this time, but the feeling was there.
"And I got something to say, so LISTEN UP sexy police chick! Whatever this is-- batshit child labor-driven remake of Darby O'Gill and the Little People, Willy Wonka porn spoof, or somewhere in between-- I can roll with it. Whatever. I was bored playing old maid with a blind lady anyhow. But how in the holy asscheek do you expect me to follow 666 rules if I know jack and shit about any of 'em?! I don't remember signing any designated dumbass contract! Is public squatting against the rules? How 'bout yoga?"
The man had drawn closer by now, and without waiting for a response he promptly hopped down on all fours and started doing limber stretches over Monsieur Loyal's prone position, little to no regard for personal space.
Hey, how are ya.
"You like this, gingerlocks? We call this one "downward dog". Yeah. You feel that? That's the chakra. Sssshhh, shh shh. I know. Mine's bigger than yours."
Without warning, he abruptly dropped out of his intense yoga stance to send a knee drop straight for the ringmaster's crotch. He flapped both arms out to his sides, switching his gaze back to Frederika as he rose to his feet.
"I can go all day, Frederick. If I don't know what the rules are then how do I know what to try and break?! I just end up doing random stuff! This system's bullshit, man! Bullshit!"
He didn't seem overtly hung up on it, though, as his tone abruptly returned to more neutral levels and he glanced down at his beloved weapons; which right now consisted of two empty holsters and one lousy katana on his back. Damn hobos. They must've picked him clean while he was out.
"Speaking of unwanted ball-touching, I happen to have a very good reason for wanting to keep stabby here on me at all times. See, I'm pretty sure I recognize Krusty the Kiddy Snatcher over there from my 11th birthday party..."
The man dropped his voice to a hush that was still pretty loud, making no genuine effort to conceal himself as he not-so-subtly pointed over at Hisoka with one hand, the other cupped at the side of his mouth.
"Name's 'Pool. Dead. I dunno if you noticed, Freddo, but there are like 7 kids here, and I happen to know firsthand what a traumatizing incident with a clown can do to a person. You don't want another me coming outta this on your conscience, do ya?"
But seriously, the idea of letting Jared 2.0 skulk around unchecked didn't sit right with him. That'd bump the age rating up to at least boycott levels.
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Kuroko didn't know what to make of the guy in the red costume, though she didn't appreciate the fact that he thought that she couldn't take care of herself. Forgetting of course that she was a short pre-teen kid herself. "Listen mister I can take perfectly care of myself. I wouldn't be a member of Judgement if I was a liability." He was right though...there were a number of kids her age here...just meant she had to try her best to keep them out of trouble.
When Frederika would appear and take the stand from here, away from Loyal's hands, and demand to take away all the weapons, Hisoka would simply give a small laugh and a small shrug, before taking out the only item on him. An ordinary deck of playing cards.
"I trust that these wouldn't pass for weapons... unless someone happens to be extra sensitive to papercuts, hmm?~" He said with a sing-song tone, twirling one card in particular between his fingers. Closer inspection wouldn't yield anything new. Hisoka was telling the truth; no matter what way you'd look at it, they were completely normal cards.
"If anything... They're more like fun little toys I carry around. This is a carnival after all, is it not? Here's to hoping that we get to play and all have fun with each other..." He said, licking the edge of the card in his hand, whilst winking at Bazett, Deadpool, among a few others.
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Yeesh...this guy really was creepy.