#celestialcomedy

    " Excuse me! Do I know you? " The young woman looked to be sweeping the marble temple of her mother - surprised to see a visitor.

Honestly? Jester looks like a mess. His hair is wild and whipping around in the air. Clothes a torn here and there and hands twitching. Tall tale signs that he’s gotten into something that got out of hand enough to look like he stepped into a nasty whirlwind. The good news is that he kept his mask in tact. Enough that he’s able to take it off with a tired sigh. Rubbing the stream dripping from the mouth and eyes of it. Maybe its from being so tired that not even his earings could keep his face in tact? The void is dripping, melting endlessly as he keeps bent forward . Ears flicker upwards, feeling the gentle movement of someone touching his hair. Something of weight in their hand, a comb or brush maybe, finding its way through the troublesome locks of hair. Holding Jesters hair it gives the impression of holding sunlight, whispy and ready to slip through their fingers. Despite taking their mask off, their hair helps cover the maskless void. Ears flicking every so often as tail flickers beside him. He didn’t say anything to whom is brushing out his hair. Instead shoulders relaxed. A hum leaves the faceless, hard to tell what the tune is, but it sounds like something one would hear in deep space.

Through their occasional visits where they would cross paths with this odd giant they met decades ago, this emperor really wouldn’t have guessed they’d find themselves fixing the jester’s hair; if not for the quiet impulse, their rare boredom had already made that decision for them.  In their empire, for a jester that wandered without a court and without a crown to rein in his whereabouts, they saw this old fellow as a guest.  They meant their people little harm, and more often than not they found that this jester only ever came in quick fits of laughter to bring, for it seemed they only liked to find themselves as entertainment rather than a better fit for their own throne.  For any incapable mortal who wouldn’t have the slightest clue on taking care of this type of nest of hair, if they weren’t already a follower in this rankless, cosmic being who’d know him personally, they’d find it near impossible to brush with how near light it’d felt.  Yet in this Divinity’s hands, when they had the help of their own crown taking on the near form of sharpened, dark claws, their inky gloved fingers had found some of their companion’s hair more tangible with a lock of hair or two.

Perhaps for near godly hair that quite frankly was about as light as air and about as hot as a warm summer’s kiss, they could only be grasped by something of godly and divine tools.  In one lamb hand, with the help of an old brush that looked as rustic, silver, and old as they, all they had was a simple brush to help part the knots in their companion’s mane.  With so much hair and so much limitless time, it was rare for a ruler such as they to take on the task of the mundane.  God or not, it’s a bizarre sight for a ram such as they to partake in.  By the spirits, if they hadn’t found the jester resting deep within the heart of their own Darkwood, they wouldn’t have heard the end of this from their very own followers for days!

"You make the people of Hyrule so happy, with your entertainment. However, I do wonder. Are you happy?"

Just a curiosity of hers, he always portrayed himself as happy, but she of all people knew that looks could be deceiving. So many times, the princess herself had displayed emotions she didn't truly feel, because a person of her status had to be perfect at all times. Even when, inwardly, she felt down.

"I hope you are. But even if you had a momentary lapse in happiness, I hope you know that I would always accept you."

What she didn't know about Jester could fill the sky, but it was a feeling. She held a pretty good judge of character, and she knew that nobody was perfect. Not even herself, try as she might. The night wind blows, her hair and dress flowing. Zelda looked the part of a Goddess, that was for sure.

"You think much too little of yourself. I'm not asking you to show me so soon, but at least acknowledge that there's something mysterious behind that mask of yours."

He'd leave it at that, as his arms slowly fell to his sides. He'd rarely met a mysterious person who considered themselves to be dull, so either Jester was making it up, or he had some body image issues that needed to be addressed.

But now wasn't the time for that.

For the moment, he looks down. Why yes, he was off the ground, wasn't he? But it wasn't his fault that he was over ten feet shorter than this jester.

"My, I wouldn't have brought it up if it were not for your presence. I actually can't have much sugar myself. It would be such a shame for all those cookies to go to waste, simply because I am incapable of finishing them."

The squirrel quickly flies around Jester, in a circle, before he motions to be followed.

"Why don't you try them? They're really good."

It was a real treat when he found things like that during his scavenging. But he didn't feel so hungry right now, as he walked over to the broken window, and stared out into the desolate world before him. Surviving was hard, but he still held hope that someday, the world would be beautiful again.

He just had to keep fighting.

Gaze was fixated on those dark clouds. He'd never seen the sky before coming to the past. More so, he was amazed by the wide array of colors that existed in the past. Here, you only got dull, sad colors. If you listened closely, you could hear the sound of melting steel. Of wanderers who had gone too far screaming as they ran away from the lesser demons.

"We better stay in here, GUN will be doing their patrols soon. They don't like any kind other than humans. If they find out about you, you'll be in some big trouble, and I don't want anyone to get hurt in this situation. Not them. Not you."

"Oh?"

This was news to her. Someone who knew about Iblis, without seeing him. This may have been the lead she was looking for. Astounding how important information could come from such strange places, wasn't it?

"It's vital to the world's survival that you give me any information you may know."

Blaze's arms cross, and she takes further steps, until she's right next to the significantly taller being. They were on borrowed time, if Iblis released here in the past, they'd need to find the source before things got too out of hand.

Unless they found a way to stop him in the future, so that the Earth could heal. That wasn't off the table.

"You're clearly a gifted one, kind sir... and one I feel who is difficult to outsmart. As much as I was raised among a family of wealthy merchants during the days of the Republic of Venice, I wouldn't make it far when it comes to trading assets and goods. Even today, I am naught but a humble pirate--cursed, but still human. My gift granted to me by my Master likely wouldn't compare anything to what you can do.... or possess.