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The Jester

I watch from above as I always do, lost in thought.

My gaze is focused on my companions. The Treasurer, The Poet, The Knight, and The Treasurer's beloved, a boy named Knox. Knox may not seem much like a man, but he very much so is. You wouldn't think that about a guy with waist-long blond hair that only wears pastel dresses, but he is. He's...somewhat distant, especially at the mention of family. He's brought up a sister before, and whenever he does, the only thing you can hear in his voice is raw guilt, regret, and despair. I can read people quite well.

Not many know that.

Especially not The Knight, who's watching The Poet blabber to The Treasurer. I can practically feel his jealousy. He's quite bitter, but that's just because he's blindly in love, just hasn't realized it yet. Knox is talking with The King. No King of mine. Mimicelt is a cruel man, that I know. Out of all of us, I'm the least loyal to him. I simply "joined" him to follow my dearest brother, The Poet. I do not appreciate these code names.

I miss speaking to Ace, not "The Poet". The Poet is most loyal to Mimicelt. Ace is an independent stubborn little bastard who will not stop until he gets his way. I somewhat relate to Knox's pain when it comes to siblings.

If we were to go in order of loyalty to Mimicelt, which I've thought of for a long time, it'd go like this.

I'd be last, as I am trying to stop that man. Then, it'd be Knox, The Knight, The Treasurer, then Ace. Ace is just eighteen, why'd I ever let him follow through with this?

I wait for Knox, and when he finishes his conversation, he walks back over to me. He climbs the tree I'm sitting in, and perches himself beside me.

"Ay, bastard wants me to paint him propaganda." Knox says when Mimicelt walks off. See, Knox has the ability to create with his mind and a simple paint brush. He just closes his eyes, and bam, whatever he wanted to paint, he's painted it. He's also very good at combat, which is surprising since he wears such nice heels.

"Right." I mutter. "Anything else?"

"Eh, told him 'bout the whole war thing going on. He said he may take part, which is an advantage, since all he's gotta do is copy whatever dictator's appearance and ta-da~, can make it seem like they surrender or fork over their people to him." Knox says, tying his hair into pigtails with a ribbon.

"Hm? War thing?" I ask. Knox is our main source of outside news.

"Yeah, with these zombie things, that necrophiliac gay orphan phantom guy or whatevs, the necrophiliac gay orphan phantom's emo ex husband, and I think the gay felt-hating banana guy. Aey, come'ta think of it, why are all of those guys gay?" He blabbers.

"I dunno, maybe cuz you keep assuming they're gay." I say bluntly. "Like that there Knight, or how'd people assume you to be."

"Heh, I could never, personally. Never....cared much for the whole...masculine...body views...whatever." He mutters, trailing off. Another touchy subject.

"Well, you're happy with Treasure, you're all good." I say, trying to change the subject, and he just nods.

Then, I hear his voice.

"Hello, my dearest little bitches." Mimicelt's singsong tone rings out. "Now, finally getting you wastes off your asses, we will be joining the current war!" He says, clapping for himself. I glare behind my mask. Ace straightens up. I believe Ace sees Mimicelt as a father figure, which....I can't blame him. Our father....was certainly someone.

"Alright, kiddos! You've trained for this! We shall prepare further, and set out for the Saharlands by DAWN! And if you die by then....uh...too bad so sad."

Dear Felt, please do not get anyone but that man killed.