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The Girl and The Jester
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CHRIS *Girl looks into a mirror*
Girl: Queen of Illusion
Jester: A Queen in general
Girl: You lie
Jester: Truth
Girl: You jest.
Jester: Truth
Girl: Fool
Jester: No fools here just us wolves
Jester: Awoooooooooooooo!!!
Girl: Very funny, Clown. But surely you must jest, there are no Queens around here. All I see is a foolish little girl with insecurities.
Jester: And I see a Queen too insecure to see herself as a Queen
Girl: All I see is a petty mistress. One full of doubt and weakness.
Jester: A mistress? I don't see any leather or whips.
Girl: Jester, you must quit lying to me.
Jester: If I'm a jester you're a Queen
Girl: Nope, just a peasant you met on the streets *smiles*
*Jester smiles*
Jester: Fine then, I'll take the peasent and turn her into a Queen. I can do it she's already graceful enough.
Girl: I think you mean clever with words. Street smarts is all I know, but Hell! I'm not graceful at all!
Jester: Oh yeah? That's a lie from what I've seen.
Girl: Perhaps you are blind then, poor jester.
Jester: A blind jester? One does not exist, one that is a wolf can lead with his nose better than eyes, and ears to replace them.
Girl: So I'm sure you've heard of my stupidity.
Jester: Heard of, yes; but witnessed myself, no. Just idol rumors as far as I can tell.
Girl: Well then, you're surely mistaken, or have the wrong girl.
Jester: Hmm, let me see. Deanna, Dee, Roses Red, Rikku; that is you, correct?
Girl: No, I have no title, I am just a girl of illusion. How do you know that I didn't just trick you into thinking I was those people?
Jester: You can not trick what a nose smelled, eyes saw, ears heard, or lips tasted.
Girl: Then why am I called girl of illusions then? If I were not so good at that ability, then what good am I at all?
*Jester grins wolfishly*
Jester: If you tricked me or were an illusion, I would not be here talking to you; nor would you reply back.
Girl: Not am I saying that I am substancly unreal, but a girl with no identity, or a thief, perhaps. One who steals identities to make them her own.
Jester: A theif you may be, but name has little bearing on the person inside you. You know as well as I that I have walked the halls of your mind with no one to stand in my way.
Girl: Not with permission, of course.
*Jester smirks*
Jester: To walk the halls of a mind with permission is to walk in silence. To think, when you walk uninvited, you hear the echos and whispers of the mind that the maze of thoughts conceal.
*Girl silently snickers, hiding her smile*
Jester: Trying not to smile, are we?
Girl: Smile I can not help but do, because Jester, you are the best I've met by far
*Girl smiles*
Jester: Of course I am! A jesting wolf is never without idea of what to do to gain a smile, even from the most stubborn flower. Though by far, very few are as beautiful as you.
Jester: If you don't believe a jesting wolf like me, well that's too bad. It makes me sad, but I bet no wolf could ever jest like me.
