Earlier on.... The statues related to the jester are... mundane. All adult humans, all in some kind of uniform. Not one of them looks like they'd be some sort of supervillain. Not really. They were just... company workers. People who should've been helping clean up and tend to kids alongside him. Most seemed a bit young. Many of them might've even looked like pleasant enough people. Or at least, benign presences. Maybe their name tags held some clue? ...No, they weren't detailed enough for that....
But more worryingly, Sun was, at first, nowhere to be found. Moon, however, had taken to lurking in one of the darker hallways, mostly silently now, thanks to the jester having gotten the thick oil he'd needed into his joints.
If someone were in the area to cross paths with him, they'd have precious few clues: the very quiet sounds of his movements? Maybe. The soft jingle of the bells on his wrists, the toes of his shoes, and the end of his hat? Perhaps. He was interestingly skilled at moving without sounding them, when he tried. The soft creak of metal -- the tops of the locker banks -- when he stalked low along them? The glow of red from his eyes' lights, as he searched for targets? Probably.
His creepy cackling when he detected someone's presence? Absolutely.
Later.... Specifically, before 24 hours had even passed....
If Moon hadn't been dealt with yet... someone might actually have to go looking for him.
Had Sun's efforts to declutter and generally un-trash the school been enough, that someone could spot the shape that didn't quite belong, hanging down over some lockers, over the heads of the nearby statues? It was a long, narrowing triangle of shiny fabric of some sort, as gray as the stone surrounding them all, but unmarked by paint... and tipped with a large gold bell. A very large gold bell, all things considered... it was nearly two inches across. Just like the bells on Sun's wrists and shoes.
If someone were tall enough to peer over the top of the lockers -- or light enough and thought to climb some nearby statues to help them do so -- they'd find that the thin belled shape was the tail end of Moon's hat. He was curled up there, face-down on his hands, as if using them for a pillow... but interestingly, he wasn't white and blue. Not one yellow star was anywhere to be seen on him. He was gray. A light, half-translucent-on-the-outside whitish gray, all over his shell, with his hat, pants, and ruffles a more middling sort of gray. The ribbons around his wrists were still red, his bells were still gold, his shoes brownish, and perhaps the exposed computer parts on the back of his head could count...? The silver of his metal endoskeleton, the joints between the dull whitish-gray sections of his plates? But no real color.
Nor was he responsive to anything. He wouldn't simply be waking up if disturbed. If someone wanted to drag him down, he'd be limp and malleable... and shockingly lightweight, if they weren't already that familiar with the jester -- he probably only weighed about as much as a child himself, hollow inside and plastic, all length and gangly limbs.
Sun/Moon 🌞🌜⭐ OTA
The statues related to the jester are... mundane. All adult humans, all in some kind of uniform. Not one of them looks like they'd be some sort of supervillain. Not really. They were just... company workers. People who should've been helping clean up and tend to kids alongside him. Most seemed a bit young. Many of them might've even looked like pleasant enough people. Or at least, benign presences. Maybe their name tags held some clue? ...No, they weren't detailed enough for that....
But more worryingly, Sun was, at first, nowhere to be found. Moon, however, had taken to lurking in one of the darker hallways, mostly silently now, thanks to the jester having gotten the thick oil he'd needed into his joints.
If someone were in the area to cross paths with him, they'd have precious few clues: the very quiet sounds of his movements? Maybe. The soft jingle of the bells on his wrists, the toes of his shoes, and the end of his hat? Perhaps. He was interestingly skilled at moving without sounding them, when he tried. The soft creak of metal -- the tops of the locker banks -- when he stalked low along them? The glow of red from his eyes' lights, as he searched for targets? Probably.
His creepy cackling when he detected someone's presence? Absolutely.
Later....
Specifically, before 24 hours had even passed....
If Moon hadn't been dealt with yet... someone might actually have to go looking for him.
Had Sun's efforts to declutter and generally un-trash the school been enough, that someone could spot the shape that didn't quite belong, hanging down over some lockers, over the heads of the nearby statues? It was a long, narrowing triangle of shiny fabric of some sort, as gray as the stone surrounding them all, but unmarked by paint... and tipped with a large gold bell. A very large gold bell, all things considered... it was nearly two inches across. Just like the bells on Sun's wrists and shoes.
If someone were tall enough to peer over the top of the lockers -- or light enough and thought to climb some nearby statues to help them do so -- they'd find that the thin belled shape was the tail end of Moon's hat. He was curled up there, face-down on his hands, as if using them for a pillow... but interestingly, he wasn't white and blue. Not one yellow star was anywhere to be seen on him. He was gray. A light, half-translucent-on-the-outside whitish gray, all over his shell, with his hat, pants, and ruffles a more middling sort of gray. The ribbons around his wrists were still red, his bells were still gold, his shoes brownish, and perhaps the exposed computer parts on the back of his head could count...? The silver of his metal endoskeleton, the joints between the dull whitish-gray sections of his plates? But no real color.
Nor was he responsive to anything. He wouldn't simply be waking up if disturbed. If someone wanted to drag him down, he'd be limp and malleable... and shockingly lightweight, if they weren't already that familiar with the jester -- he probably only weighed about as much as a child himself, hollow inside and plastic, all length and gangly limbs.