pipers_son | 010 // Video

Oh Tom, he was a piper's son~
He learnt to play when he was young~
And the only tune that he could play~
Was Over the Hills and Far Away~

Over the hills and a long way off~
The wind shall blow my top-knot off...

[For those who are still up at midnight and tuning into the network, they'll hear that little bit of poetry. Joker, seated on a bed with a glass of wine in his hand and looking out at the rainy streets, starts to hum the rest. He notices something, however, and turns to face the camera. For once he's not actually wearing any makeup.]

Angel, why'd ya go and turn that on? Don't think too many folks are awake. [He gives an amused shake of his head.] Ah well- it's on, it's on.

Feels a bit strange ta celebrate another birthday! [Especially considering, y'know, he's dead.] But here we are~. Forgot ta mention it any earlier. But don't worry- for all of ya in the Circus, we can celebrate it if ya like after our next show later. Just a day, yeah?

I'd be just fine with well wishes, 'tho.

[He makes a vague gesture with his hand to Angel to have the 'Gear be clicked off.]

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[ for a troll ( ex-troll?? ), being nocturnal was as normal as day birds chirping about when the sun shines— midnight was like midday; despite his eyes not being as sharp in the dark as they used to be ( bluh, human eyes ), gamzee would be aimlessly walking around and hanging out by the beach had it not been for the showers in cherrygrove ( and that's because his pokemon takes more care of him than the other way around, really ), so messing around with computer-like technology by an open inn window to feel the sea breeze was the next best thing, make-up freshly touched up on and ready to chat the night out.

there are several things that pique his interests here— firstly, that this motherfucker was slamming the wicked rhymes from the soul.

he feels it, man. he's even going to close his eyes as he feels the rhymes calling for him. whispering into the night tag team and complete me yo. he's even got a silent beat going. ]

Yeah—

[ uh-huh ]

Fuck yeah—

[ his own mime jr, miracle, makes a small appearance, to peak at his trainer's gear and see just what was going on ( his face also has a nice clowny paint job, white and grey to match his trainer, courtesy of gamzee himself. bros gotta match bro ;o) ). he hums and giggles at this— clowns are hilarious, oh gamzee . . . ]

[ the word "birthday" doesn't ring any familiar bells, and this leaves him with question marks. he didn't want to forget about being culturally sensitive, but— the clown must ask. ]

What's a birth—

[ stop everything this is an emergency ring the alarms

because he said the magic fucking word. ]

[ suddenly he just kind of forgot about slamming and what the fuck is a birthday in favor of this because

motherfuckin circuses ]

Where the Circus at?

[ hE'S REALLY INTERESTED HERE OK ]

[Pick a subject, Gamzee, gosh!]

[Joker looks a bit amused, however, grinning wide and now joined by Angel in his lap when he turns on the 'Gear again.]

Goldenrod! I'm the ringleader there- name's Joker, pleased ta meetcha!

[ he can't it's everything he loves and it's too much for his head to pick just one!!! ( if he remembers, he'll get back to it though . . . ) ]

Ahah, whoa— Ringleader? [ haha oh my god he's so amazed right now he's practically admiring joker's name like the most beautiful bottle of faygo your name is joker ]

You don't know how tight you're all up and being right now — Can't top that shit if I tried.

[ he's staring contently at angel with peaceful eyes, and leaning towards miracle that's taking a seat next to him, giving him a few friendly elbow pokes. ]

Check it— Motherfucker looks just like you, bro! [ haha, insane. back to introductions-! ]

Call me Gamzee, friend. It's the sickest of fuckin' intros I'm pleased to be makin' part of. [ honk :o) like literally something just honked ( spoiler, there's a clown horn in his back pocket. ) ]

Fuck— [ the sound makes him jump a little; the sound is easily alarming— but with realization of what it was he just kind of shifts back into position. right he put that there a while ago . . . ]

Now how can a clown be makin' his way there?

[No one else has ever had this reaction to him before, and Joker is now endlessly amused. His grin spreads even wider when he sees the kid has a Mime Jr. of his own- the only other one he's seen here in Johto. Definitely a good start to a friendship, yeah?]

Just gotta follow the routes, my friend! Once ya get ta Violet, one of the paths can gte ya ta Goldenrod fairly quick- quicker if ya got a Pokemon friend that'll let ya ride it.

Got it, yo.

[ he nods, slowly and eyes all the more relaxed. which means he didn't actually get it and / or he'll just forget which route to take when he gets there, alas . . .

he looks down at miracle and stares a good long while— in which miracle just kind of goes uhhh. it wouldn't take anyone that long to connect the dots that mime jr = no riding, but you have to add his usual spacing out in between . . . he then takes the same amount of time glancing blankly out the window.

finally he gets some words out. ]

Whoa, sorry— Uhh . . . [ he holds his arms up and gives a shrug. ]

Don't think any of 'em are big enough motherfuckers.

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