If it were anyone, anyone else, Jester may be able to ignore them. It's pretty difficult to get on her bad side, sure. But there are a lot of bad people in the world. Avantika, Trent Ikithon, that Algar guy, that one dude who kicked a cat so hard it exploded...
She could, possibly, ignore any of those people taunting her. She knows she's not her strongest on her own, knows it's a poor idea to fight anyone with any sort of power without backup.
But Jester sees the large, imposing figure, the bald head and pale skin marked with faded tattoos marked with scars and that horrible smirk, and she... she panics.
Lorenzo, grinning toothily at her, not moving to attack but holding his oversized glaive out as if to remind her who that weapon has taken from her, drawling out in that voice that sends shivers down her spine to this day, "Looks like you're alone again..."
Jester, normally confident, feels alone. She grasps the holy symbol at her waist, tries to will it to warm at her touch, remind her of the Traveler's presence, but it remains dormant, and she whimpers, because Lorenzo keeps fucking talking.
"Breaking you will be even easier a second time," he taunts.
Jester outright shrieks like a pained animal, and she gestures and the loud, hollow sound of a disembodied church bell tolls, sending Lorenzo reeling back and covering his ears... but Jester herself recoils further, crying out and nearly falling to her knees.
She feels what must be a thick line of blood dribble out of her ears. They're ringing. Lorenzo's taunting laugh sounds almost distorted.
That's not supposed to happen.
ii. the weakest link.
[Now, Jester, for her part, has pretty much no issue trusting people. In fact, one could say she is perhaps a little too trusting, barring the few red flags she does occasionally pick up on. She generally does look for the good in people, though, and will strike up a conversation with a stranger without any real worry.
The issue, however, is prolonged exposure to her. And while some find her brand of chaos delightfully endearing, some... have a little less patience.
Let's hope the person chained to her at the moment isn't one of the latter, huh?
When her partner wakes up, they will find Jester jiggling the chain attached to both of their wrists very annoyingly. Like, there are hands being flung around annoyingly.]
Ohhh, this is just like what my mom does sometimes! This is the real kinky shit. You know, you should've asked first, but I guess I am pretty irresistible. Can I pick our safe word? I think it should be... jenga! No, wait, uh, um, what's really unsexy, um, skinky-doodie!
[Now would be a good time to tell her this isn't a sex thing.]
iii. well met.
[Jester is a little unusual for a tiefling. First of all, she's a rare brilliant blue color, something she prides herself on by calling herself her mother's little sapphire. But more importantly, her dad came from the ocean or something, and also might be the Gentleman, but that's NOT IMPORTANT right now, the important thing is she's at her best in cold temperatures and the desert is the opposite of that.
She is sweating like... well, like the Gentleman right now, which is something she's TRYING NOT TO THINK ABOUT, THANKS, we are focusing on the need for water and also the lack of water and why isn't her spell to Create Food and Water working. She just spent about two months traversing the ocean and making pure water and large amounts of magical food daily, and suddenly it's like she forgot the words to her favorite song or something!
She hums a tune she heard in Hupperdook the night she danced with Caleb and Nott as she drags her feet through the hot sand, just to make sure she still remembers things, even if it doesn't really solve the problem. It does make her feel a little better.
Gaaaaaaaaasp! Wait a second! Maybe she doesn't need that spell after all! (Well, she totally does, and she'll have a talk with the Traveler before bed about this, but in the meantime—) There's a very convenient well just over there!]
Holy shit. You're just messing with me again, aren't you!? You're such a dick sometimes!
[But the insult is delivered with no small amount of love behind the words, and she is grinning as she skips over to the well, an obvious gift from her god...]
jester ( critical role ) ota
If it were anyone, anyone else, Jester may be able to ignore them. It's pretty difficult to get on her bad side, sure. But there are a lot of bad people in the world. Avantika, Trent Ikithon, that Algar guy, that one dude who kicked a cat so hard it exploded...
She could, possibly, ignore any of those people taunting her. She knows she's not her strongest on her own, knows it's a poor idea to fight anyone with any sort of power without backup.
But Jester sees the large, imposing figure, the bald head and pale skin marked with faded tattoos marked with scars and that horrible smirk, and she... she panics.
Lorenzo, grinning toothily at her, not moving to attack but holding his oversized glaive out as if to remind her who that weapon has taken from her, drawling out in that voice that sends shivers down her spine to this day, "Looks like you're alone again..."
Jester, normally confident, feels alone. She grasps the holy symbol at her waist, tries to will it to warm at her touch, remind her of the Traveler's presence, but it remains dormant, and she whimpers, because Lorenzo keeps fucking talking.
"Breaking you will be even easier a second time," he taunts.
Jester outright shrieks like a pained animal, and she gestures and the loud, hollow sound of a disembodied church bell tolls, sending Lorenzo reeling back and covering his ears... but Jester herself recoils further, crying out and nearly falling to her knees.
She feels what must be a thick line of blood dribble out of her ears. They're ringing. Lorenzo's taunting laugh sounds almost distorted.
That's not supposed to happen.
ii. the weakest link.
[Now, Jester, for her part, has pretty much no issue trusting people. In fact, one could say she is perhaps a little too trusting, barring the few red flags she does occasionally pick up on. She generally does look for the good in people, though, and will strike up a conversation with a stranger without any real worry.
The issue, however, is prolonged exposure to her. And while some find her brand of chaos delightfully endearing, some... have a little less patience.
Let's hope the person chained to her at the moment isn't one of the latter, huh?
When her partner wakes up, they will find Jester jiggling the chain attached to both of their wrists very annoyingly. Like, there are hands being flung around annoyingly.]
Ohhh, this is just like what my mom does sometimes! This is the real kinky shit. You know, you should've asked first, but I guess I am pretty irresistible. Can I pick our safe word? I think it should be... jenga! No, wait, uh, um, what's really unsexy, um, skinky-doodie!
[Now would be a good time to tell her this isn't a sex thing.]
iii. well met.
[Jester is a little unusual for a tiefling. First of all, she's a rare brilliant blue color, something she prides herself on by calling herself her mother's little sapphire. But more importantly, her dad came from the ocean or something, and also might be the Gentleman, but that's NOT IMPORTANT right now, the important thing is she's at her best in cold temperatures and the desert is the opposite of that.
She is sweating like... well, like the Gentleman right now, which is something she's TRYING NOT TO THINK ABOUT, THANKS, we are focusing on the need for water and also the lack of water and why isn't her spell to Create Food and Water working. She just spent about two months traversing the ocean and making pure water and large amounts of magical food daily, and suddenly it's like she forgot the words to her favorite song or something!
She hums a tune she heard in Hupperdook the night she danced with Caleb and Nott as she drags her feet through the hot sand, just to make sure she still remembers things, even if it doesn't really solve the problem. It does make her feel a little better.
Gaaaaaaaaasp! Wait a second! Maybe she doesn't need that spell after all! (Well, she totally does, and she'll have a talk with the Traveler before bed about this, but in the meantime—) There's a very convenient well just over there!]
Holy shit. You're just messing with me again, aren't you!? You're such a dick sometimes!
[But the insult is delivered with no small amount of love behind the words, and she is grinning as she skips over to the well, an obvious gift from her god...]