Exiting the tent, a hand went up to adjust the glasses. The feeling of a hangover on the mind was slightly different for eveyone. He had been inside the mind of a few hung over people before, and it was not something he particularly enjoyed. Many seemed to shift to more...lewd demenor when hung over or drunk. For the man walking out of the tent, his hang over consisted of a dull ache that pulsed through his head like a heart beat. It was less than before, but the ache still made things around him more annoying than usual. The sound of a familiar voice made him glance up. Everard comented on his state, causing a flicker of a frown to tug at the right corner of his mouth. Instead of speaking what popped up into his head, he gave a wave of his hand, as if brusing the comment off. He walked closer to the other, gently lifting a hand to trail it along his chin.

"How cute of you to show your concern...but I can handle Pipper" he smiled a bit, "what's the fun in life without a little danger?" Another passed by, the smile that was given from him was met by a slightly arched brow from Nexus. The other was a pain, the male did not seem to get along with anyone much here. That was fine with Nexus, he was not there to please everyone. Stepping past Everard, two more seemed to be on the same destination as the others. Not surprising, he guessed it was about time for people to begin being more active for the day. However, with each passer by, they were hindering his movement away from the tent. These two were girls, those who bordered on something that crawled out of a Jekyll and Mr Hyde novel. Nexus was a bit curious at times, perhaps to take a peak into the minds of something so dark. It might have been interesting.

There was a certain danger there that made it enticing. However, such a thing could also lead to trouble. So as they to said hello to him, he gave a playful smile in their direction, before taking the opportunity of silence to slip off from the tent fully. Alone finaly, he ran a hand through the bangs of his hair. The strands lingering a bit, before he let them fall back in place. His other hand slipping within the pocket of his hoody, he barley paid attention as he walked. However, he rarely needed to pay attention to certain things. Information was still being sent passively by his senses. A heightened mind like his able to sort through that information and keep him on the right path. It did help that he could find his way around this place even if he was blind, since he had been with them for awhile now.

He found his way to his tent, slipping inside. His path led him to a table that had been set up, his target sitting upon it, something that might have and had weirded out others. He tossed his glasses onto the table, before picking up a jar. Within, a perfectly preserved eye floated about. The iris a beautiful emerald green. Nexus gently tapped upon the glass with a polished nail, a smile forming upon his lips. He had never given hint to as where it came from when asked, only that he had acquired it before coming here. Nexus had a darker side, a thing for eyes, and tattoos. Sitting the jar down and removing his hoodie, the ink that covered his upper body was more readily exposed. His body was a temple, as well as a canvas to him. Though such reasons behind it were like him, more of a mystery.

His tent carried a light scent of earth with it, lavender and pine, that gave it a relaxing quality. It helped, this was one of the few places he could unwind and relax. He kept his tent a bit away from the others, to increase the silence within. Off to one side, a blanket had been spread out, a candle within a gothic style holder sat within each corner. Kicking off his shoes, he moved over to sit cross legged in the center of it. A box of matches to the side, he slid one out, and flicked it against the side to light it. Soon the tent was lit with a half glow from the candles, and he blew the match out. Releasing a breath, he allowed his body to begin relaxing. Eyes closed, he pushed everything from his mind and became still.

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Klaus' eyes followed after Nexus for a moment, before he picked up the mug left behind by the other. The tent was not silent for long, as others began to make their way inside. The form of his sister remained seated, her eyes focused forward, towards the other side of the tent. The first to make contact with him, was Shee the Beast Master. Klaus turned his head, as the other made contact. He seemed to both compliment his music, while slipping in a bit of an insult as well. It was oddly sweet, the other attempting to be kind for the moment. He gave a smile, nodding a bit to the other. "I did not mean to bother anyone if it did, but I am pleased to hear that some did in fact enjoy it" he spoke, before his eyes moved to the pair who followed close behind this man.

Nihssa and Narissa, bowing before him and speaking their question. Every person within the Apltraum Iluzia was unique. They had their flaws as well as their good qualities. Though for a circus that focused more on the darker aspect, these flaws and dangerous things were more of what the people came to see. They could not fully know what was truly lurking within, but that was also part of the fun. "Dobroye utro krasivyye ptitsy" he greeted them, giving a light bow of his own in return. His attention flickered for a moment to the breckfast he had been starting to prepare. Each had their own individual tastes, some liked hearty meals, while others prefered something sweeter. "Whatever you care to indulge in this morning fair maidens, you need only ask" he chuckled lightly, things and tastes were always shifting. It was important to have a good meal though, even in this business.

They would need their strength, for what was to come. Keeping the audience on their toes required sustinance. Allowing the girls a moment to decide, he moved to the table to begin setting out plates and silverwear. There were things that had been prepared ahead of time, such as rolls and of course coffee, tea and other beverages. They were free to choose what they desired, as well as to ask for something specific if they desired it, just like the girls. For a moment, he lingered by the form of his sister, gently brushing a bit of hair from her cheek. The form did not move, no reaction or warmth from her during the action. He was not surprised, since he was well aware of what she was and was not in reality. However, there was still affection and warmth from his side, which had caused him to take the time to perform the action.

"Dazhe samyy kholodnyy led mozhet rastayat' s sil'noy dostatochno teplo, chtoby napravlyat' yego" he whispered to himself, his mind for a moment seeming to leave the present, slipping into a ghost of a memory. A dull ache began to spread through his chest, which was odd. A soul bound to a puppet's body, he never felt physical pain. However....his soul was another thing. As odd as it was, it was not unfamiliar. He still held sadness and pain, connected with memories and dreams that had long since withered and faded into history. Lingering upon them would only make the ache remain, as well as distract him from what needed to be done. He pushed the thoughts away, before returning to his work.


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Dobroye utro krasivyye ptitsy ( Доброе утро красивые птицы ): "Good morning beautiful birds" Dazhe samyy kholodnyy led mozhet rastayat' s sil'noy dostatochno teplo, chtoby napravlyat' yego ( Даже самый холодный лед может растаять с сильной достаточно тепло, чтобы направлять его. ): "Even the coldest of ice can melt with a strong enough warmth to guide it."

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