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Who: Koios, Jagannatha, Lesley Gonzo
What: Jagannatha desires a talk with a certain possessed Refugee.
Where: Jagannatha's rooms
When: Friday, June 3rd

He kept his eyes on the boy's post, just to see if Koios had taken advantage of the opportunity. He'd never appeared on it, but that hardly meant anything. Jagannatha knew the Nobody had a cover story to uphold. Perhaps he'd made his move in a private conversation with this "Gonzo."

He could only patiently await the arrival of his guest. He knew Koios would deliver. Koios knew the threat of the Light. He should know, as well, that the chance to undermine one of their own was an opportunity they couldn't surpass.

At least the clown will like us if we treat him right, whispered an eager voice in his head. I always did like Gamz--

Quiet, he snapped. It hushed immediately, but he got a distinct feeling of irritation from the back of his mind. Jagannatha sighed. Things would go a lot more smoothly if he didn't require a vessel at all. And this one was particularly annoying, always comparing everything to his games. As if this were a mere game. He should know better.

The sound of a portal filled the room, and gold eyes looked up to meet grey. Koios smiled at him, an empty gesture, and moved aside to reveal the one calling himself Gonzo.

He eyed the possessed Refugee with a satisfied smile. "Welcome, Gonzo, to my castle. I am Jagannatha."

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The one now known as Gonzo walked forward, eyes darting rapidly from side to side, taking in its surroundings. Throughout it all, two rows of knife-sharp teeth were contorted into an utmost creepy grin, a grin which separated only briefly from time to time to reveal a tongue way too long for comfort. Lesley had truly taken a dive off into the deep end.

His usual royal uniform was distorted beyond recognition; royal blue replaced by a puffed capricious mix of yellow and purple, the steel cuirass bearing the royal crown now replaced by a warped variant donning a malicious pumpkin face, and standard issue black boots exchanged for those that would fit a jester.

Once it deemed itself to be close enough to the First Darkness, the nigh-two metres tall monstrosity simply grinned even wider.

"Nice PLACE you've go-HONK-t here, Mr. Funny name."

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Mr. Funny Name, the voice chortled. I like him.

"I thought so," he replied. "Alexandria is nice this time of year." He nodded at Koios as he took his seat once more, and two chairs of sand appeared. The Nobody took one and the other was left empty, clearly meant for Gonzo. On to business, then.

Let's get down to business--!

Do you ever shut up, Peter? Jagannatha sighed mentally.

Never!

"Now, then, Gonzo." He smiled pleasantly. Darkness was veritably boiling off of this one. It should make things go a lot easier. "I would like to propose an alliance. You help me, and I'll help you. Fair enough?"

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Gonzo made itself comfortable upon the chair. In its own way, meaning it crawled up to the household accessory and promptly wrapped its body around it like a lizard clutching a branch. As it eyed Jagannatha, the Clown's face began to rotate clockwise, eventually passing the limit of what an ordinary human's neck could support. Yet there was no 'snap' or any other unhealthy sound, the face simply kept rotating until it was perfectly upside down.

At this point the humanoid horror began to cackle madly.

"HAHAHAHA! HOHO, HEHEHEEEE! Heh. What can Mr. Name offer Gonzo? Honk. The No-heart-man promised many THINGS to the Clown. Hehehe. The Clown wants many things. Gonzo heh-lps if he gets MANY things."

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Promised things?

Jagannatha gave Koios a cool look, an eyebrow raised questioningly. The Nobody merely shrugged and said, "No worries. I only promised him what you can actually do." He let out an irritated sigh and turned back to Gonzo.

"Would you care to share these... things, then? I cannot help if I don't know of exactly what you ask."