[ As like with nearly all teasing, that rolls straight off of him. He just raises an eyebrow, glances at the card he drew on making his little costume change, and then— with a short, quiet laugh, even — turns it for Strange to see. ]
The Fool. How apt.
[ And then he takes the card between two fingers and makes a sharp and overall grand gesture with it to the side, like a sweeping motion. Why will become readily apparent when the wind picks up out of the blue and slams its way down the boardwalk at a frightening speed. People get thrown off-balance, hot dog carts knocked straight over, birds slammed up into the air or even out of it and into buildings, beach umbrellas go wild; there's screaming, yelling, all while Childremass remains entirely unruffled when the wall of wind finally reaches them.
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The Fool. How apt.
[ And then he takes the card between two fingers and makes a sharp and overall grand gesture with it to the side, like a sweeping motion. Why will become readily apparent when the wind picks up out of the blue and slams its way down the boardwalk at a frightening speed. People get thrown off-balance, hot dog carts knocked straight over, birds slammed up into the air or even out of it and into buildings, beach umbrellas go wild; there's screaming, yelling, all while Childremass remains entirely unruffled when the wall of wind finally reaches them.
Strange, however, may not be so lucky. ]