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"What do we have here?" The jester asked with a raise to his brow. The single eating he wore swaying with his movement as he tilted his head in towards his left shoulder. The two were unsure what to say the one who held no name out loud yet he knew of the Hunchback. It was how hehadn't aged a day when he took care of him when the arch Deakon was all but still asleep all thoes twenty years ago on thesteps of Notre Dame. Countless other Gypsies surrounding the former captain of the guard and the bell ringer. Having found their secret hide away Chessur played the part of an mentally unstable Fool/Jester better than anythanks to madnessbeing the Comedy in France.
As they weretied up he pinched the Hunchback's cheek as well as flicking the forehead of the Captian in a taunting mannor. The gypsies glaring down at thoes tied down." Spies for Claude Frollo it seems. What do you think?" He asked to the hand puppet that sat between his fingers. Rubbing his stubbled beard in wonder.
"Mm! Yes! Spies for the judge!" His voice high pitched as the arms of the puppet moved to make its head nod in agreement to its decision."I say off with their heads!" The 'puppet' said. Making a violent chopping motion with its arms as if to mimic an axe chopping a head free from its shoulders. Yet for some odd reason the Jester's Eyes widened to the sight of that motion.
"No! You remember last time we saw that!?" He whispered to it in a frantically nervous tone as if he had almost met the chopping block himself." How about the Gallows with you two? Hung until dead. Like they do to us gypsies up there?" He asked the captain mainly. Yet something in his eyes showed he didn't wish to do it to the bell ringer.
Getting back up from his spot he snapped his fingers for the army of gypsies to pick them up for him."Here is a riddle, to firsthand see the end of everything. Maybe you have to open you'reeyes a bit wider to truly see things how it's meant to be, eh?" He said the riddle barely over." Maybe the answers you seek about thoes you never met but know will reveal itself to you." His eyes locked on the poor Bellringer before he waved his hand for them to haul them off to their makeshift Gallows.
"Do you think he got yourriddle Chessur!?" The puppet asked as he covered its mouth to give off the illusion it were in shock.
