[It's as Julien is bustling around, tending to various guests both of the Carnival variety and utterly foreign, that he might start to notice something teasing at the edge of his hearing.]
[At first, the words might be faint- maybe it's the conversation of some party goers? No, no, too rhythmic for that. Someone attempting to request a song? Going against the music that has been chosen?]
[Soon, however, he'll realize the words aren't human. Not exactly. They're angelic.]
[And it's a very specific song that's being sung.]
Ring the bells that still can ring, forget your perfect offering...
[Joker is good at people. Joker is good at blending into the background. One would think it a difficult thing to accomplish, so flashy and colorful as he is. Once it was just clothing, but now, well, changes in the Carnival have made him even flashier than most. Yet the entire room is flashy, extravagant dresses that bustle along and brilliant bright suits. So what better camoflauge could he ask for?]
[All those eyes make this a challenge, but Joker was a butler and a thief and a kidnapper, once. Magic is something he can't do right now, but maybe he doesn't need magic... Not with how his eyes have caught onto the anxious movements of those palps. The stories always talked about magic and curses being able to be broken by emotion and the most mundane of things, after all...]
[Right now, helpless with nothing else to do, Joker tries what he can.]
There is a crack, a crack in everything... That's how the light gets in.
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[At first, the words might be faint- maybe it's the conversation of some party goers? No, no, too rhythmic for that. Someone attempting to request a song? Going against the music that has been chosen?]
[Soon, however, he'll realize the words aren't human. Not exactly. They're angelic.]
[And it's a very specific song that's being sung.]
Ring the bells that still can ring, forget your perfect offering...
[Joker is good at people. Joker is good at blending into the background. One would think it a difficult thing to accomplish, so flashy and colorful as he is. Once it was just clothing, but now, well, changes in the Carnival have made him even flashier than most. Yet the entire room is flashy, extravagant dresses that bustle along and brilliant bright suits. So what better camoflauge could he ask for?]
[All those eyes make this a challenge, but Joker was a butler and a thief and a kidnapper, once. Magic is something he can't do right now, but maybe he doesn't need magic... Not with how his eyes have caught onto the anxious movements of those palps. The stories always talked about magic and curses being able to be broken by emotion and the most mundane of things, after all...]
[Right now, helpless with nothing else to do, Joker tries what he can.]
There is a crack, a crack in everything... That's how the light gets in.