Blind-Sight

What a sweet thought, though in truth, his very presence has already intruded but he is not one to be so easily swayed, nor interrupted. And so his hymnal continues until the trailing phrases fall into obscurity and silence briefly reigns. He SEES this giant of a newcomer, but not with eyes. It is every minuscule twitch of his body, the thrum of his heartbeat, the whispers of his breath, the dripping of the caverns' water bouncing raucously off of the walls and if the sound were light, the world would be a glorious midsummer's day because that is how he 'sees'.
"Well well well! Please, to whom do I owe the pleasure? Had I known I'd be performing to an audience, I would have worn a nicer outfit. Alas, I'm left woefully drab and I find that I'm usually not the only one who shoes up to the party wearing black." His grin goes unseen--of course it does.
Perhaps it is the careful manner in which he steps, the testing of the proverbial waters with stretched toes and widened paw pads to feel the minute vibrations through the stone and earth that resonate up his legs.
"But oh, I seem to have forgotten my manners again. Still, it's impolite to intrude during a rehearsal. Well, c'est la vie, I suppose I can make an exception this time." He winks, though of course it is unrecognized.

There is a lilt to his velveteen voice, an exotic accent that seems to curl the words and phrases in the air like smoke, as if he paints the words rather than speaks them, for he is ever the showman he'd be loathe to give a poor performance for even the unsightliest of audiences. "I have many names, though perhaps you'll see fit to find a new one for me? Elsewise, you may call me Mercury." and so, the Gentleman Jester bows, folding a forelimb across his chest in a sweeping arc as his shoulders and upper body drop, though this has the added benefit of bringing his muzzle to the ground to inhale deep whatever remnants of scent the lone passerby has carried with him.

Hm. Nothing of interest.

And so he rises. "What brings you to such a place? I'd scarcely think one with any self-preservation skills would wander so far..." He waves a paw somewhat nonchalantly over his shoulder, as if dismissing the notion. Mannerisms that are strange, and an accent that is stranger, perhaps the enigmatic man is just insane and going off on another tangent.
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