Dorm Lawn, Wednesday Afternoon

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So, there were some homicidal clowns out and about on the island today. Which was infinitely better than being hugged by a goddamn rug, so Trevor was more than willing to get on board the clown fighting train.

He'd found a decent spot to keep an eye out over the area and gotten his whip ready for a decent fight as one loomed on the horizon.

And waited. And waited a little more.

"Christ, you've got to be kidding me," he grumbled as the clown very slowly made it's way toward him.

[So very open!]

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"They sure do take their sweet time," Sabine said, coming over to stand next to him.

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"Shambling, I'd say," Trevor said, glancing over at the armor, but just accepting it with a shrug. "Seems unsporting."

Would not at all stop him, mind you.

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"At least you're not rushing around, trying to kill a bunch of things at once," Sabine said.

It'd be wrong to shoot it from here, right?

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Maybe? Like shooting fish in a barrel.

"That might be fun," Trevor admitted, watching as another clown was making it's way toward them. Again, slowly.

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"It's more chaotic, but less waiting," Sabine said. "Staying busy isn't bad."

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That was true! "Think we'll get rewarded for this?"

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"We get rewarded by not getting our hearts cut out," Sabine shrugged.

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"They're too slow for that." The small collection of clowns were still coming. Stiiiill coming.

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"Which is also why there probably won't be a reward."

Sabine tilted her head and considered the group, and then pulled out her pistol to shoot one squarely in the head, just to see what the other clowns did.

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It didn't stop them at all. Even as they slowly passed by the corpse that promptly disappeared.

"Huh. So, they're like zombies."

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"Only creepier," Sabine agreed. "The cleanup is much nicer!"

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"Weren't looking forward to a big, clown bonfire?" Trevor, gross.

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Gross, Trevor.

"Ew, no."

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Okuyasu had wondered exactly what his teacher had been talking about when it came to the whole 'murder clown' business.

He was not exactly surprised that it was, in fact, actual murder clowns. Yet, after talking about how he was hoping for a problem he could actually confront fists (or rather, The Hand) first, he was a little spooked here.

"...does this happen often?" he asked, posing dramatically to bring forth his Stand... something potentially Trevor couldn't even see. Which meant Okuyasu just looked like he was vogueing.

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Yeeeeah, Trevor was giving him A Look for that interpretative dance. Maybe it was a weird future thing. He wasn't judging.

That was a lie, he was judging hard.

"First time I've seen it," he replied, sighing as the clown tried to menacingly hide behind a bush.

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"...do you want be to bring it closer?" Okuyasu said, since this didn't actually seem to be working out for a fight.

"I can probably bring it closer."

Though 'teleporting' a murder clown closer to you seemed like not the best plan.

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"How much closer?" Trevor asked, almost feeling bad for the clown. Almost.

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Okuyasu thought about that. "Usually they end up next to me," he said. "Though it might be a little too far away."

The Hand didn't have that much reach.

"And if I miss I might get the bush."

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Trevor considered that. "You move the bush, I can hit the clown."

Possibly why the clown was lurking behind that bush, guys. That poor, innocent, murder happy clown.

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"It might not move, though," Okuyasu said. And yet, he tried. He swiped with the hand, and got a blast of moving air, but... nope, not enough to even do anything other than rustle the leaves on the bush.

"...Maybe we should just walk over there," he said. "It doesn't look that dangerous anyway. And we can kill it and not feel bad, right?"

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"Trust me, I won't feel bad about it," Trevor assured him, sighing as he pulled his whip free. "Lets go."

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"...wait what are you going to do with a whip," Okuyasu said, pointing at it. "Are you a lion tamer?"

He looked around. "Are you part of some weird evil circus in town?"

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"Do you see any fucking lions?" Don't knock the whip! It was an ancestral weapon that made perfect sense not at all.

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"They might be behind the bushes," Okuyasu said, completely deadpan because he absolutely believed that was possible.

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"...with the clowns?" Trevor replied. "Lions with the clowns?"

The clowns were feeling emboldened by this distraction, once more slooowly moving toward them.