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Tears of Laughter, Tears of Joy

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Xeuri

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The wind was calm and cool in the beautiful kingdom of Deiru. The sun shined its bright rays against the cool ocean as the docks were filled with busy fishermen and customers, awaiting their purchase of the finest fish in the country. The waves crashed against the rocks and sands of the shore along with the massive boats that were anchored nearby. It was a marvelous view and was known to be a very popular romantic area.

As the day grew cooler, the waves weaker, and the moon bright in the night velvet sky, the lights of the kingdom began to glow a gold-red as the sound of trumpets started to blare from the heart of the kingdom. It was time for the show of the month – the Jester of Deiru – the White Mage and her stunning musical enactment.

The crowd was by the thousands, all perched in the seats of the coliseum-like structure. “WYNN, WYNN, WYNN, WYNN, WYNN!” Everyone chanted in unison as the trumpets slowly stopped. Suddenly, a gorgeous woman was lowered down by a beautifully decorated swing of lilies and vines. Her hair was as white as snow matching her dress embroidered with gold and silver. It decorated her curvaceous chest, wrist, and waist. The crown-like ornament that lay entwined with her hair and across her forehead was exquisite, marking the same color as the embroidery of her lovely dress.

Wynn smiled brightly, sending an aura of happiness and passion throughout the coliseum. Everyone screamed in thrill as she landed on the ground and picked up her magnificent ebony staff with a large blue crystal ball resting on top. She parted her soft lips and began to sing a classic Deiru opera song. Her voice was of the purest essence – everyone’s ears rang in delight as their skin formed goose bumps as tingles started to crawl up their backs. She waved her staff gently as she began to dance like silk in a spring breeze. Her movements were hypnotic as her body began to sway with the music of her voice. Her staff’s crystal ball began to glow a marvelous gold as doves began to fly in the background toward the crowd. The magic coming from her staff was coming from her pure, innocent, and loving heart causing everyone to feel relaxed and stress-free. Some of the audience began to cry tears of joy as they yelled down to Wynn: “I love you, Wynn!!”, “You are an amazing person!!”

As Wynn’s voice started to gently quiet down for the performance to end, her crystal ball went back to its dark blue color and the audience became dead silent. They did not know what to say or think of the passionate and emotional performance. One man stood up and started clapping slowly, causing others to follow each other until everyone stood on their feet. Whistles were then heard as well as yells of joy and satisfaction. Wynn smiled gently up at them and bowed deeply before sitting on her swing to lift up and exit the coliseum.

After everyone had left the coliseum to either go home or join the celebration at the beach, Wynn was already at the celebration awaiting the royal king and queen to arrive. As she saw them strolling toward her, she knelt on one knee and bowed her head. “It has been an honor to entertain you as always my king and queen,” she said softly. Her voice was very sweet like the nectar of a honeysuckle. Both the king and queen smiled and dismissed her to stand.

“You have been so good to our kingdom, Wynn. Deiru is lucky to have such a wonderful and passionate jester,” the queen said as the king smiled and nodded in agreement.

“Yes, Deiru is indeed grateful.” The king wrapped an arm around his wife and smiled at her, then fidgeted in his fine silk robe and took out a letter with a wax stamp of the Rohandt insignia. “I was going to let my messenger give it to you before your show, but my queen and I thought it would be best to give it to you personally.”

The queen excitedly added, “It’s the invitation to the Annual Celebration of Jesters at Rohandt!! Isn’t that sensational news?!”

Wynn jumped up with thrill then remembered to be more polite and formal to her royal king and queen. She then bowed and smiled gently. “Yes, I am looking forward to the annual celebration. I’ve never been to the capitol before and I think it would be lovely!” she squeaked. The king and queen smiled and chuckled under their breaths, loving how innocent she was.

“Well, my dear Wynn, we will take our leave to the castle. Please, have fun at Deiru before you go,” the queen stated before turning around to leave with her king at her side.

After they strolled away and the incoming crowd bowed their respects to their rulers, Wynn was overwhelmed by how much attention she was getting from them.

Wynn blushed when she received decadent flowers and cards with the smell of the finest oil perfumes. “Oh how lovely!” she said with a red blushing face. She didn’t know what else to say and started giggling in happiness. A couple tears of joy started trickling down her face, not knowing on how appreciative her audience was toward her.

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Wynn was at the train station at the crack of dawn when the train arrived to leave for Rohandt. “All aboard,” the train attendant yelled out as some folk started to make their way into the large train. She was one of the first to step in and she picked out a comfortable booth near the back, when another attendant politely grabbed her attention. “Excuse me, Wynn. You are to come to the very front in the royal seating. You are our guest since you are invited to the Rohandt’s annual celebration,” he said with a dashing smile. Wynn blushed and smiled shyly as she followed him through the narrow walkway that separated the seats. She looked in the royal chamber of the train and peeped out a little noise of surprise.

“Oh my heavens!” Wynn couldn’t believe that there was a comfortable bed waiting for her along with a mirror and dresser, all made with the finest oak of the east kingdom. She jumped on the bed and buried her face in the pillow. The attendant blinked in surprise of her reaction then smiled politely before taking his leave.

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One day later, Wynn finally arrived at Rohandt, the exquisite capitol of their country. She fixed her hair and clothes before walking out of the train. She almost tripped from looking up at the high statue of Rohandt’s robust king. That’s their king?? She asked herself. She gaped at it for a while as some people whispered at each other for how silly she looked at the nude statue. An elderly woman stepped up to her slowly and said, “Never saw a naked statue before? He’s pretty good looking eh?” She nudged her. “If I was as young as you, I’d jump his bones and--” Before the woman could finish, her granddaughter rushed over and apologized with embarrassment, then quickly walked her over to the next train arriving. Wynn was very embarrassed herself and quickly walked away toward the streets, trying to decipher all the street names and to figure out if there was any sign pointing toward the celebration. She was starting to get apprehensive and wasn’t sure if she would be able to find her destination in time.
 
The massive city of the capitol was a, gleaming display of wealth and style. Each of the towering buildings was a feat all it's own, many the size of the other cities respective castles that acted as their seats of power. There were five districts, each augmented to reflect their respective color. Beneath the city was a large hub that represented the mechanists and Artificers of Vertigo, the flying, colorless city. In the center of the city was the Grand Palace, which was a golden combination of power, grace, technological ingenuity, creativity and obviously built to last. Wynn was of course arriving at the train station of the White District, that matched the white-washed towers and strong, secure buildings of her homeland. The nation was large and spanned almost every type of terrain.

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At least half the populace of the city of Brand had gathered around the small, raised plateau. The large crowd roared impatiently, demanding to see what they had come for.

They would not be disappointed.

Looking to the west they saw something like a comet or shooting star flying across the sky. It was too slow to be that though, and soon they saw it turn around, and fly overhead again. Catching on the crowd screamed with excitement, many jumping and jostling roughly. There were no invitations or tickets or seats. Those who wished to watch simply showed up. There was never a program or any kind of knowledge before hand of what was going to happen, but like clockwork, every month he appeared and gave a show.

The comet continued to whizz around the sky, and circling the stone stage before finally hovering above it, flying up until it was a speck like a star, and then in an instant he slammed down onto the small plateau, dust and smoke flying out across the crowd and smoke obscuring the stage. Suddenly, Vuren Van Vlatten -The Jester of Brand - The Pyromancer revealed him self, breathing fire and throwing waves of hot flame across the heads of the audience. The people went mad, screaming profanities and praising their Jester. He raised his hands to the air, his eyes glowing with fire and he let loose twin jets of fire that snaked into the shape of the town's insignia, a flying drake.

The crowd was nothing short of a riot at this point, clamoring their praise as he then circled the collection of people there with a thirty foot wall of fire and began causing loud explosions overhead, giant bangs of different colors, all large and very loud. The fire around the crowd began to close in, and then suddenly very quickly washed over toward the center, engulfing Vuren in a column of fire that then shot up into the air, and left on the rock was a steaming pile of ashe with a flaming skull on top. The crowd continued to cheer for another five minutes, then dispersed.

Vuren had returned to his home with a woman on his arm, she was hanging off him, kissing his neck and the side of his head, licking his earring playfully. He had her strip down and lean over the bed. As he plunged in and out of her from behind he read the invitation he got every year, as it had been left on his nightstand. He set the letter on fire by licking it and smiled. He went every year, and this would be no exception. This time he wasn't the newbie.

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"Well well well, The White Mage herself!" Vuren jumped down from the fence he was sitting on, waiting for her. He sauntered up to her and stood extremely close, looking her up and down. He gave a welcome smile, "So, this your first time in the capitol?" He asked, noting her confused expression and how she moved about. She looked very out of her element, despite how homely this district ought to feel to her, "I am The Pyromancer, Vuren. I am the Red Jester from Brand." He then gave her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, "I will be your guide around town."
 
Wynn was puzzled on the number of street names and signs about the large bustling city. “Oh,” she whimpered as she placed her hands on her hips. She looked around and noticed a very similar environment to her own home. “Wow, it’s just like Deiru! And the decorations match my dress!” she said a bit excitedly, but was still confused on why it was made that way. She furrowed her eyebrows in puzzlement and tried to think of her next step in finding her destination.

All of a sudden, she heard someone say “White Mage”, making her jump lightly as she was surprised by the strong masculine voice in front of her. She didn’t take notice of the large man, until he came right up to her – very close, invading her normal, comfortable zone. She looked up hesitantly and swallowed hard as his strong features frightened her a bit; however, she didn’t want to be rude and so she smiled gently toward him, appreciating his welcome with a nod.

Before she could answer his question, he introduced himself as one of the other jesters. Her mouth was partially open to speak, then went agape as she was shocked that he was the Red Jester of Brand. She didn’t know what to say as her surprise was increased tenfold as he embraced her and kissed her on her cheek. Never has anyone done that to her from just meeting for the first time. She paniced and escaped his arms quickly with her face beat red. “My apologies, sir,” she bowed deeply. “I am not used to such close greetings.” She stood up a bit and looked up at him, then quickly veered her eyes away from his, too embarrassed to look at his handsome yet rough featured face. “I am very, um, obliged that you will be my guide. It is my first time here and I have no clue where to go. I should thank the gods you are here.” She smiled shyly as she bowed deeply again, trying to show her respect to him and deep apologies for being rude for not accepting his welcoming hug and kiss.

Wynn stood up straight again and cleared her throat, “And if I may ask, how were you able to recognize me so quickly?” she squeaked from nervousness. She felt her face was still beat red from the previous embarrassment. Why did he hug and kiss me? I guess that’s what everyone does in Brand, she thought to herself. Oh I bet he thinks I look like an idiot with my face looking like a ripe cherry. She hesitantly moved her eyes around, trying to distract herself with the scenery and to avoid any eye contact with Vuren.
 
Greeting? Well he supposed one could see it that way... He laughed at how embarrassed she got over a little kiss. Vuren had forgotten just how fun devote White girls could be, and this one was awful cute, "Well I saw you get off the train from Deiru, and you were in the special accommodations car they had, just for you." He told her with a grin, "I just assumed and well, you confirmed it for me just now. So! Here you are, lost and alone in the big city eh? Good thing I'm here to help you. He hooked his arm around hers and began taking her into the city, "The Festival is a city wide event lasting two weeks. The best jesters," He leaned over with a flat hand to his mouth, giving her an aside comment, "(That's us!)" then resumed his normal posture, "Are gathered together to make the whole thing even more grand. Merchants from around the nation gather and sell trinkets they save just for this time of year. Those who own property doll things up real nice and the whole place is just abuzz with activity as people flood in to take a look!" He grinned, "It gives a nice flare of chaos to the usually tranquil capitol, as it becomes a massive show-boating contest. You and I are to meet with the other Jesters and start planning our performance. We all have suites in the Golden Palace." He pointed beyond the White District and jutting above the struts and walls was the ridiculously enormous palace, "It's a prime example of excessive National-Scale dick waving." He stated casually on the off hand.

"You want to go straight there, or go look at some sights first?"
 
Wynn blinked when he started to explain himself and looked into his red eyes that seemed cold, yet gave an aura of passion in some weird way that she couldn’t fully understand. She suddenly squeaked when Vuren hooked his arm around hers. “Wait…”

Before she could peep another word out, he started describing the magnificent place around her. She started to feel more at ease from his energy and his candid explanations. When he clarified them as being the best jesters, she couldn’t help but give out a sweet and soft giggle.

“Ohh, I can’t wait to meet the others!” she squealed as she gave a little jump of excitement. “Oh please, show me some other sites! I’d love to see this beautiful place more before we go over there!” she said as she pointed and started walking fast ahead a couple of feet and looked around in awe. She spun around in a circle letting her arms stretch out, causing her bright white dress to somewhat reflect the sunlight, making her shine along with her beautiful white hair.

She gave out a happy soft laughter and came to a stop, losing her balance from all the sudden spinning from her immense emotion of excitement. “Oh!” she shrieked as she fell right on her bottom. She blushed extremely red as some people started laughing as they walked by. Her plump ass wasn’t in pain, which she was grateful for, but even more grateful that her staff - which rested on her back with a help of a homemade strap - didn’t break as well. She looked up at Vuren and hesitantly giggled, not sure if she should get up or just stay there, frozen in embarrassment.
 
Watching her spin Vuren laughed, and laughed harder when she fell. Such a cheerful young one, "Well, you're wasting no time in entertaining the populace." He reached down and took her by both arms, lifting her up and wrapping his arms around her, holding her back and pressing her up against him. He rested his forehead on hers for a moment and said in a low voice, "I would like to show you Agora, the city beneath this city. It's not as splendid, to be sure, but it certainly is worth a look. What do you say?" He asked, still holding her close, caressing her back.
 
Wynn let out a little squeak as she was helped up by the strong Vuren, her fellow Jester. “Th-thanks…” she stated quietly. Suddenly, she felt his arms wrap around her curvy, yet small frame, pulling her against him. She could feel his heavy armor prod against her soft supple skin underneath her thin expensive dress. “Um…” She wasn’t quite comfortable with all of this sudden closeness, but didn’t want to offend him. I guess he’s just used to being really touchy with others, she thought, then she imagined him being very close and touchy-feely with other women, which made her furrow her eyebrows a bit.

Her thought was quickly interrupted when his forehead met hers. It sent a huge tingle throughout her body, never feeling such closeness with a man before. She swallowed hard and listened to his suggestion to explore the city of Agora which lied beneath the one they were standing on. Her eyes lit in delight for the adventure and smiled brightly, forgetting all about her previous thoughts and embarrassments. “Yes, please!” she squeaked, closing her eyes and smiling up to him, not noticing how close their faces were.
 
Vuren laughed inwardly at how flustered his closeness made her. The Red Jester played his color straight. He found her rather pretty, and thus would take whatever liberties he felt like and acted on his impulses for immediate gratification. He regretted wearing his usual thick attire, which failed to give him the pleasure of any sensual contact as he held her against him. He returned her bright smile with one of his own, liking her enthusiasm. He let go of her and hooked elbows once again, "Well then, we shall go to Agora!" He declared and began taking her down the street as to access a means of descent. After some walking he desired some conversation, "So, what do you do when you perform as a Jester?" He asked.
 
Wynn almost tripped as Vuren’s large strides led her away from the train station. She tried her best to keep his pace with their elbows hooked and looked around to see her environment. Wow, she thought, noticing the buildings were as high as the forest trees back at her home kingdom. They’re just as tall as the palace! She was so marveled by the sights that she almost didn’t hear his question.

“Oh! Um, I sing and…” She paused and thought about what else she did. “I also do different things with my staff. It’s the big thing hanging on my back,” she tried to explain with a nervous giggle. She blinked her big curious eyes and looked up toward Vuren, noticing how handsome he was even in side-view. “How about you? I’m sure with whatever you do, you get lots of attention!” She said and silently added, from women. She cleared her throat and blushed at the thought of him being a huge player. It made sense because of how comfortable he was handling females publicly. “So, do you have a girlfriend?” she asked before he answered. “I mean… You’re so great at communicating and stuff so… I… nevermind.” She dismissed her question quickly before embarrassing herself further, feeling her cheeks’ temperature rise. There goes my face again. Gosh darnit! I can’t keep my composure! I wish I learned how to manage in front of people like him! She sighed as she thought to herself. People who… I’m attracted to. She never felt any need to be attracted to the opposite sex before because of how busy she was preparing for each month’s show at Deiru. Then when she arrived here for the celebration, her encounter happened to be another Jester and on top of that, a man who was handsome and flirtatious.
 
He chuckled, "I know what a staff is, you need not explain that much." Between two of the buildings were stairs going down underground, "I'm an expert in Pyromancy. I've invented numerous techniques myself to assist in my service as Jester of Brand." He spoke, answering her questions and responding to her comments in order. They soon arrived at a long row of lifts attached to the wall that could easily fit 20 people each, and the row of lifts seemed to go on forever in both directions, "No, I do not. What do you mean by 'good at communicating'?" He asked with an inquisitive brow raise." They got onto one of the lifts with a couple of other citizens and began going down slowly.
 
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