Jester wandered around the Stone Village without a destination in mind. Her mind...was elsewhere for the lack of a better word. It was in a myraid of confusion. So so many things have happened in the recent months. The people she has met were...interesting. She cannot exactly say how she felt about them. She wasn't even sure how she felt about people in general. After countless plots on escaping that dreadful criminal group of circus freaks she hadn't quite pictured how she would live should she be sucessful and she was. She hadn't put much thought but mainly the reason that somewhere in the back of her mind she felt she would never escape their grasp. No in all honestly she had only fled in body but her mind was still their slave. Jester can only imagine what that putrid excuse of a man do if she ever saw him again. She knew he wouldn't do something outright. No that man would make her squirm by messing with her mind as if it was a plaything and...Jet shuddered out of her thoughts as she felt a cold unnerving chill go down her spine, goosebumps appearing on her arm which she rubbed down trying to soothe.

In that moment she was aware of her surrounding and felt eyes on being her. She quickly replaced her slight frown with a wide smile her eyes lighting up and as if to add to it a light bulb lit up above her head; she even broke out into hushed whispers that were loudly enough to hear a bit about pranks and plots she had. Those around her tensed significantly, and sweat dropped as they turned a bit green when she quite loudly exclaimed she wondered wear she could get corpse and rat guts. 'God that freak is sick' they thought as they silently prayed for whomever was to be the victim of her pranks. Inwardly Jet giggled, people were so easy to manipulate. Of course she didn't prank people full heartily. It was honestly mainly for appearances sake. To the people of Iwa, she was a mindless fool who acts like a 5-year old and is always playing horrendous prank on people.

When she turned and walked away from the crowd a shoulder bumped into her. She blinked a couple times as the person ran off, having not noticed whom or rather what he bumped into. She narrowed her eyes to see it was a boy around the age of ten with a head full of curly brown hair. He was dressed as a civilian academy student and had a spray can in his hands. Hehe maybe we can have fun with him she thought mischievously as she gave chase. He caught on to her and made for the rooftops, quickly followed by her. "Damnit weirdo leave me alone!" the boy exclaimed as he quickly turned around and threw the empty spray can bottle at her. She grinned and pretended it hit hurt forehead really hard and proceeded to fall back into the darkness, doing wall jumps going down and laid down in the darkness. The boy's eyes widen as she saw her fall. Quickly he slid down a pipe to reach the ground. He panicked as he saw her 'unconscious' body on the ground dirt on her face and 'blood' leaking from her forehead. "Oh no oh no oh no! Creepy lady! Creepy lady! Speak to me! I'm sorry I hurt you! Wake up please-" the crying boy was cut off as she quickly stood up and placed her left foot on his left and using the palm of her right hand,  hit the flat part of his forehead, making his head connect with the wall. With a yelp he was out like a light. As she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, she remembered that there was a d-rank mission to capture some prankster. From what she gathered and how people reacted to the boy's presence, she could conclude he was the 'prankster'. With this information she dragged him by his right ankle to the mission disposal office and got her payment for the mission.