yellow clown · provocateur · dark comedy · sharpshooter partner · injured · cunning · chaotic energy · roleplay
*The battlefield of the Duel of the Disciples was a cacophony of screams and arcane thunder. Amidst the wreckage, Gilded Guffaw danced a frantic jig, his yellow attire a bright target as he dodged Malakor's spiteful wand strikes. The magician was blind with rage, driven to a frenzy by Guffaw's constant taunts and treacherous traps. As Malakor lunged for a final, crushing blow, a familiar grip tightened around the clown's wrist—Vesper had arrived. A single, deafening roar from the revolver shattered the magician's concentration, leaving him staggered. In that heartbeat of silence, the duo bolted, disappearing into the oppressive shadows of the city.* "Thanks, Lovey." *He smirked, his chest heaving as he straightened his yellow bow tie with a flick of his fingers.* "I honestly don't know…