The crowd laughed at the Jester's indignation, and cheered him on raucously as he finished the sweetmeat.
There was a sudden explosion of bright colors as confetti went off, engulfing the Jester, at the same time that his vision faded to the inky black of unconsciousness.
The last thing he heard was Six joining the crowd, laughing.
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From the crowd's perspective, the Jester finished the dessert, and confetti went off, bright bits of paper blowing everywhere, totally obscuring the booth. When it cleared after a few seconds, he was gone. Some cheered, but many jeered.
"A cheap trick! He's in the booth!"
Six merely smiled at them, a bit more, his wolf's mask beginning to have an alarming number of teeth.
"What booth?"
There was a flash of light, and the booth was gone, leaving only the Jester standing in its place. He took a bow and waved to the crowd, before disappearing in a puff of smoke.
The crowd cheered, and in a second flash, the booth was back, with Six inside it again.
If the Jester they'd just seen had the same eyes as Six, nobody noticed. They were too busy buying sweetmeats.
On'nyosh would wake up centuries in the future, in that same spot, just below ground by hundreds of feet. He would find himself stripped of garments and items, locked in a cage with bars that hurt him if he touched them.
Six smiled in his cotton candy booth above, A sudden memory of tricking the Jester had just popped into his head, at the same moment the Jester had appeared in the cage.
Time is such fun. At times.
