"Are you sure it’s not the girl that make you’re chanting interesting many times?" "Ha-ha," Cedric laughed, "I always like the way you’re thinking," he said, slowly rubbing his forehead and back to his serious mode, "I don’t think we should involve in this manhunt scheme. You know what company could do with the one who pose a challenge to them. there’s going to be a massive physical brawl between clown and the elite guard. This sort’ of thing would happen sooner or later. And we’re just watching at the edge waiting to be dragged into this situation." Brett, who’s immersing in his craft suddenly giggled, "You certainly haven’t dig into your resources have you? It’s not the nature of the clowns, no. The clown doesn't conduct a frontal physical …show more content…
Trickster. He halted, stumbling over his words. Sitting on the floor, he leaned his back against the wall behind him and knees bent to withhold his paper. The tricksters, after four minutes struggling to find the continuation of the word, he pressed his pen on the paper and wrote, The tricksters are the archetype that has been known since the beginning of storytelling and myth-making. They embody duality in time and illusion, a wise-fool, a creator-destroyer, living in our world yet out of the world. They’re alchemist, magician, creator, a joker, a truth teller, a storyteller, and everyone that playfully bending rules, disrupting normal life, and doing trickery to evade …show more content…
They’re all of us. "Are you drawing a sketch? I think there's a better thing to do than drawing." Looking up, he found Adia stomping the floor noisily as she inspected every corner of his room. Her face didn't look impressed when she found out what he’s doing. "I’m not sketching." He hastily put his paper on the floor, "What do you with the tricksters?" He said. "The scavenger boy has removed all scarlet’s surveillance devices and replace it with yours," she looked satisfied. "The room is now clear," bending her upper body, she checked the laptop on the nightstand, "As long as you connect to the internet, you can monitor your room from everywhere now," she said. The way she meticulously inspected his room giving Trey the impression that he had a personal bodyguard. "What do you do with the tricksters?" he said again. She turned her attention from the laptop to him, “About that, I hear from Ced that they’ve been spotted in Acomb factory district this morning. They’re everywhere.” He’s putting back the paper to his lap and wrote, The tricksters are everywhere. At the borderline between our conscious and unconscious mind, in the art, myths, folklore, in our sequence of dreams, in our