The Fool!? One of the rarest arcana!
"And now! what's your name and arcana?" Aleister, or rather, Joker, asked with seeming politeness. "I'm gonna die right now anyway, aren't I? Might as well return the favour!?"
"That's fine by me!" The old man dusted himself off, straightening to his full height. "My name is Tavis Ontolo! And I belong to the Emperor arcana!"
"Good boyyy" Joker chuckled.
"Huh?" Tavis looked at him, confused with a tilted head.
"You're such a good boy for answering my question so easily." The young man's grin widened. "At least I beat your ass before I gave you the courtesy of knowing mine!" He spun his cane like a fidget spinner, silver catching the morning light.
"Calm... I'm calm." Tavis's voice dropped to a whisper. "You know why I'm calm?"
"Oh, please enlighten me." Joker bowed dramatically, sweeping his top hat from his head with a theatrical elegance.
