An exorcist black jacket landed on an empty table. A young man stood in front of the table with his hands out in front with only the index and middle finger and thumb erect. The way he wore his fedora hid his eyes and his facial expressions were as blank as paper. Suddenly he unbuttoned his right wrist and unrolled up his sleeve and next his left. “ Nothing up my sleeves, so let's start the show, ladies and gentlemen.”
He said as a smile formed on his face. He rapidly moved his hands in a circular pattern producing a multi-colored handkerchief for each hand. He approached his first victim with glee.
“ Need more spice, you say?”
He questioned the man with the heavy Indian accent as he slammed his right hand right near his plate of curry. “ Check your pocket.”
He commented as he left behind one of his handkerchiefs. If Jasbar would check his pockets, his right to be specific, he would find a tiny metal contain labeled Chili with a character winking at him. His second target was sleeping soundly. He gave the farm boy a smile while he still hid his eyes with his hat. “ Asking if he's asleep?”
He questioned to the boy. He then placed a handkerchief over the sleeping lad's face and pulled it off as he revealed a colorful sleeping mask over the sound asleep boy's face. “Well now you know. “
He said as he answered his question while he walked away and to his next pair of victims.
He placed his right hand on Danika's shoulder and the left on Cecilia 's shoulder. “ Hello lovely ladies, my cards. “
He mentioned with a smile as he produced a calling card in each hand. It had his name and his room number. He looked at Danika and greeted her with a smile, but when he looked over to Cecilia, his cool attitude faded. “ Aw damn.”
He complained. The card, he held on Cecilia's shoulder went up into flames. “ You have lunch at this time now?”
He questioned and then another question dawn upon him. “ Wait, don't tell me the sleeping fellow is?”
He questioned as he look around. He proved to be correct, it was indeed, Nikolai . “ Double Damn it. “
“ Oh sorry, ladies for giving a repeat performance.”
He said with a sigh as he walked away. The man's name was Clark Hoffman, and he is the magician of the Black Order.
"Fate smiles on the strange. So its a good thing, I'm the strangest of all." - William Livingstone, Cirque de la Nuit