Lethal. Many people say that poison is lethal; that water can drown; that fire can burn; that a knife is an easy way out. Many people have found this to be true. The world degraded after the "future." Electronics that many people held dear have died, leaving everyone in a place full of rust and empty shells.
My family has made a living in this desolate life: we run the carnival. The Lethal Parade travels through the land in search of items to trade, audiences to entertain and interesting people to recruit. We are the biggest "group" that is known of. We have survived on nothing but rusted clockwork and sleight-of-hand tricks. Then again, some of it seems so real. Tell me: Do you believe in magic?
The World As We See It
Modern world: no electronics. Everyone lives in caravans and ragged tents, perhaps shacks and self-made homes if they're lucky. Encampments of ruffians and thugs are everywhere; there is no lack of hungry people.
Clockwork and steam-operated machines are a source of power. They are the only weapons we have, save blades and old-style weapons from days of old.
The Character Sheet
- To join, PM me the profile.
- You must be at least semi-literate for this thread.
- I don't expect extremely active players, for I will be leaving sometimes as well. Don't stress yourself about speed, but please keep in mind that I'll summon you if you've been gone too long.
- No gay/bi relationships, if you please. Only straight.
- No demon/angel involvement/characters.
- Magic is to be portrayed as evil - thus a witch will be "burned," and the carnival players are threatened by ordinary folk if they appear too "magical."
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‡ 22 ‡ Female ‡ Five feet and one inch tall ‡ Small, dainty . . . surprisingly strong ‡ Brown hair; brown eyes . . . though one is scarred silver
‡ So Here's My Story;
When I was a young girl my mother would tell me stories of the "strange" outside world. It wasn't until I was in my late teens when I discovered that "strange" was everyone else's normal. The carnival has always been my home; the artists and acrobats are my allies while the fires and popcorn my only friends.
I was raised in the carnival - this realm of clockwork and oddities is normal to me. My mother passed away, leaving me to fill her place as the Mistress of Revels. I am the ringleader. I rule this domain. I am Lethal.
‡ What Makes Me Who I Am;
There is a strange disease-like scar that spreads over the right side of my face. Don't worry . . . it doesn't hurt. Much.
Beware my wrath . . . I tend to beat it out of my surrounding citizens and circus players.
Esmme
Vos Reylin "Can't you make your own magic?"
I am the trickster.
‡ Mid-twenties ‡ Maker of magic and machine, caretaker of tricks and gears ‡ Six feet and five inches ‡ Well-muscled and fit for physical activities ‡ Silver hair and gray eyes
‡ So Here's My Story;
I have been in the carnival for almost a decade. When I was younger, I begged to join them. I wish I would have known that the choice had been a mistake. I showed off my skills with clockwork . . . and now I am their chief engineer. I create; I maintain; I entertain: I am the trickster and mechanic.
Though I may seem close to the ringleader, don't be deceived. It is only a ruse so that I may keep my own head . . . and all of my fingers and toes.
‡ What Makes Me Who I Am;
I always have a metal chain about my neck with some sort of geared clock attached. Metal is my friend: you'll see many smaller chains all over the place if you look hard enough. I am never alone: I have a lot of small mechanical beings that tend to play the part of companions.
Esmme
Cyan "I just wanted to meet someone new. Look what I got myself into now!"
I'm one of the Attractions.
‡ 24 ‡ Mer-creature - one of the strange attractions in the carnival ‡ six feet three inches ‡ toned, and . . . scaled. ‡ Black hair that looks dark blue in some lights; bright blue eyes.
‡ So Here's My Story;
The human world has always been a strange place. I wanted to see it for myself. Mer-folk are generally loners, you see. So . . . I had been alone for a long while. Sadly, the one person I chose to meet was greedy. While the human society collapsed, everything went to hell.
It was when I woke up in a large tank that I found life strangely different once more. Instead of someone's backyard pool, I was now in a place where I could swim. It was Lethal who found me abandoned . . . and it was then that I joined the carnival.
I can't say I like it here . . . but we're far from the ocean now. Lethal is a taskmaster: she drove us away from the shores with the hopes of keeping me with her. Well, luck to her! I don't have legs. I am stuck wherever my little aquarium-like cage on wheels is.
‡ What Makes Me Who I Am;
I am a sucker for things I've never seen before. I am interested in silly things such as pens, pins, forks, and matches. Anything that is human in make, I tend to enjoy. I'm never far from water - I don't have legs, so I can't get far anyway. While most people imagine mer-creatures being completely unclothed, I am quite the modest person.
My one desire is to see the ocean again, but that doesn't seem likely.
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Aurabella Divionichi "A private dance will cost you... your eyes."
I'm one of the Belly Dancers
‡ 23 ‡ I dance in shows, acts and private. ‡ I am 5' 3" ‡ I am thin, but toned from my many years of dancing. ‡ My hair is long, blonde and wavy, my skin is tanned and my eyes are green.
‡ So Here's My Story;
At the young age of 14 Aurabella's parents abandoned her in front of a broken down orphanage where they thought she would have a better chance of survival. She lived in and out of the orphanage and on the streets. Seeing a show one night with beautiful dancers got her practicing belly dancing which she began doing on the street for money. When she was 18 the circus came to town and like any dream of a young orphan she wanted to run away with it, so she did.
‡ What Makes Me Who I Am;
You can call me Aura or Bella, whichever you prefer. I'm not a fan of sweets, I like to run, I love flashy things/clothes/lights etc., dancing is my passion, I often feel lonely traveling with the LP and look for companionship, I am friendly but backed into a corner can hold my own in a fight, I'm sassy and have a flirtatious attitude.
Kya Katsumi
Mateo Conall "I tame beasts" (Insert cocky wink here)
I'm one of the Animal trainer/tamers
‡ I am 27 ‡ I work with the animals and am known as the Lion Tamer in the ring. ‡ I am 5'8" ‡ I am strong and lean ‡ My eyes are dark brown, almost black, to match my hair.
‡ So Here's My Story;
I grew up in a gang on the East Coast that hardened me at a young age. I've seen a lot of death and murder and things you wouldn't want me to repeat, a lot of which I did as required by the gang to keep my own life. One day I was asked to burn down an animal shelter and refused to do it, what can I say, animals are the only things that have ever shown me any compassion. The next day I was taking my grams to the doctor in her old car, I parked her at the curb and went in to check her in when there was an explosion. The gang had blown the car up with my grams inside. Thinking they had disposed of me, I disappeared and ended up here at the LP. I have a gift with animals allowing me to train them harmlessly.
‡ What Makes Me Who I Am;
I can be cocky, knowing my good looks and charm are hard to ignore and say no to. I use that to my advantage and to get what I want. I still look hard on the outside and portray myself that way, but my eyes give me away, they are kind, as is my soul now that I am no longer mixed into a bad gang. But don't cross me, I've done things to people your worst nightmares couldn't even handle.
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Skye Wendy Stoneson "Need a hand with that, mister ?"
I'm one of the glamorous assistants.
‡ twenty-one ‡ definitely female ‡ five foot seven ‡ slender body shape ‡ fiery red hair and green eyes
‡ So Here's My Story;
I never really was a particularly special kid. Grew up in a normal house with a normal family, went to a good school and flunked all my grades, not because I'm dumb, but because I couldn't focus on anything in class. It all seemed like a waste of time back then. Little did I know how much trouble it would cause.
Wound up doing god knows how many odd jobs to make ends meat. My folks swore to keep a roof over my head as long as it took for me to get on my own two feet, but I wanted to prove to them that I could actually survive, and make a life for myself. So, eventually, I found the carnival. I don't have any particular talents, but I'm not exactly the ugliest redhead on the planet, so I make a pretty good assistant. I can ride horseback, I'm pretty flexible, and I'm not afraid of heights, which can come in pretty helpful sometimes. I'm a good musician too, so hopefully that'll come in handy if the magician I'm assisting gets bored of me quickly.
‡ What Makes Me Who I Am;
I'm very blunt. That's probably the first thing you need to know. I find it difficult to keep my big mouth shut sometimes, but my mother always told me that honesty is the best policy. I'm very flirtatious and can be hilarious sometimes. I'm quite sarcastic sometimes, too. I'll never turn down free food, but I also love to run. I also love sleeping in hammocks. Something about being suspended mid-air just makes me feel so comfortable, like I'm a bird or something. I also have a short temper, so try not to get on my bad side.
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Cyr Raine "You only ride as well as whom you ride against"
I'm the Trick Rider
‡ 24 ‡ Going into town to gather supplies, Acrobats on horseback, caring for the animals, getting the horses to pull wagons. ‡ five foot six inches ‡ Slender and lean with very strong legs. ‡ long Auburn hair when in the sunlight, hazel eyes more towards brown.
‡ So Here's My Story;
Cyr grew up a bit more prosperous than many of her time would. Her father was strong enough to build a home and manage a very small town. The town had no more than seventy or so people living in it. Her family owned a bit of farm land, and was able to grow food. Cyr did not know much of the outside world beyond any trading caravans that would come to town with their stories. Her family owned one stallion to assist with the farming. Seven year old Casey. Although Casey was a work horse, he would allow the kids to ride him, and is a very patient horse. Cyr was forced to leave her home at a young age with Casey. She has never told anyone why, but Casey gets spooked easily around fire.
For a few years the two traveled taking any most work they could get. Cyr's trick riding came from total trust in Casey, and having to fight off any and all bandits between towns. You need to bend when fighting on horseback with a sword or stick.
‡ What Makes Me Who I Am;
Cyr is a very reserved individual. She is quiet and very withdrawn from people. Apologizing often, and all around a very sweet girl. But as soon as any animal getting injured comes into the picture, you are going down.
Cyr currently has four trained horses traveling with the circus. There is the youngest Kaylee, Honey, Grayson, and of coarse Casey. Casey though is coming to the end of his life. He is a thirty one year old horse.
Romeo "fire burn and cauldron bubble"
I'm one of the Magician
‡ 25 ‡ Illusion caster, spell spinner, poet speaker ‡ six feet five inches ‡ built ‡ black hair and bright blue eyes
‡ So Here's My Story;
Romeo was not always his name. You see, Romeo is a very educated young man. He enjoys reading the only book he had as a child. An old Romeo and Juliet play book. He remembers every line and phrase. Along his travels has picked up a few other playbooks here and there. Romeo grew within another traveling circus. His Father a magician, and so Romeo of coarse learned the tricks and trade.
‡ What Makes Me Who I Am;
Romeo speaks in riddles and rhymes. Seldom does he speak normally. Even when he confuses another, he will merely laugh. He is a gentleman to women, often never leaving a conversation without at least one compliment. Even to the men too, but a bit rarer.
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Calysto Monroe "Fire nor Death can erase Bad Deeds."
I'm one of the Fire Performers.
‡22 ‡Fire Performer- Eater, dancer, juggler etc ‡ 5'2" ‡ Slender and quite weak ‡ red wavy hair with amber eyes
‡ So Heres My Story;
I grew up in an orphanage. When I was 12 I ran away, hoping that the streets might be kinder. I was wrong. Nothing was kinder, kindness didn't exist. The streets did teach me how to be harder, tougher, stronger. I've always been a weakling, but my knack of lighting fires with next to nothing was useful, especially on cold nights.
Then one night a carnival came through. Me and a few other kids managed to sneak in to see a bit, and what I saw amazed me. Fire eaters, fire dancers, people juggling fire. I wanted to know how they did it. I had to. So I practiced, I worked hard and waited for another carnival to come through.
Who knew the Lethal Parade would be the first carnival to come by. And who would've known they'd be the only 'family' I'd come to know.
‡ What Makes Me Who I Am;
I'm really not that friendly. I can put on an act for audiences, but I'm just too afraid of being hurt to let anyone see all of me. I do care deeply for everyone in the LP, but I'd never let them know that.
Fire is my love. I love the heat, the warmth, even the burn. I have a few spots on my body that are little discoloured from healed burns.
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Sharp Thinker "You call that a blade? This is a blade. So is this one... and this one... and all of these."
I'm one of the Blade Trick Performer/Security
‡ 17 ‡ I'm the one who keeps us safe ‡ Five feet even ‡ Slender, lean muscled ‡ Dark blue hair and ice blue eyes
‡ So Here's My Story;
I just recently joined the Circus, offering my blade skills both as an act and as additional security so that I could travel around. Not for the sake of travelling, or to see new things, but because it's harder to track someone down when they're on the move a lot. I recently incurred the wrath of a squad of patrolling Enlightened troops, piss of some of them, you piss off all of them, so now I'm an enemy of their state. So, I joined the circus to try and keep my head.
‡ What Makes Me Who I Am;
Won't go out of his way to help most people, but has an archaic view when it comes to women, serving as living proof that chivalry isn't dead.
Graxdon
King-General Marcus Salazar The world has fallen apart... I will put it back together.
I'm the man who will put an end to this farce
‡ 32 ‡ King-General of the Enlightened Empire ‡ 6'7 ‡ Average build but fairly muscled ‡ Brown hair and blue eyes
‡ So Here's My Story;
My father raised me telling me stories his father told him about the way the world used to be. The way he described it, it sounded like Utopia, and I grew up thinking of how we could reclaim such a world again now that everything was lost. I wondered this until I was 14 and my father was murdered for the few possessions we had, and I realized what it would take to achieve Utopia... I became enlightened. In order for one to build a new Utopia, one would have to sweep clean this hell we live in now, and that is what I set out to do. I started with two others and we set about creating a size-able force, not a gang though. We wore uniforms and acted like a proper military unit based off of what I knew of militarys of old. Soon I was in command of the pitiful handful of huts and tents that made a town and I set about turning it into an actual city! We were attacked numerous times for what we had as we built, but it only made us stronger in the end. Now, people come to us seeking shelter in the one true city in our shattered world. Already, I have an army, a capital, and loyal citizens... it is time. The Enlightened Empire shall sweep clean the filth and create a new Utopia... you can be part of it, or your bones can serve as foundations for it.
‡ What Makes Me Who I Am;
A forceful personality, but completely remorseless. Willing to sacrifice anyone it takes to build a new Utopia with an army of soldiers willing to carry out his every command. In a way, Salazar views himself as a god bringing about a new Utopia.
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Demicora Levita (Cora) "Want me to bend over backwards? Thats child's play"
I'm one of the Acrobat/Gymnast/Dancer
‡16 ‡Acrobat/Gymnast/Dancer ‡ 5'6" ‡ Slender and muscular ‡ brown hair green eyes that can change color depending on stress.
‡ So Here's My Story;
I was a very good gymnast due to my gypsy background. My dream was to be in a large show where I could show off my acrobatic skills, but the modern age made that almost impossible. My stepfather was a very abusive man, touched me every chance he got and punished me if I tried to tell my mother. My mother was in a very similar situation with this man. Very abusive and very upset that my mother only had one child and wasn't have to have his. Once my caravan stopped near the carnival, I knew exactly what I was going to do. I was going to run away from the man. I was going to run away before he could touch or punish me again. The men in the caravan's were very violent to their women and the girls. We all had to learn how to dance in my caravan. It was the way of the law in that place.
Once at Clockwork, I grabbed my bag of clothing and threw it under a tent. With that, I tried to run away, but he found me. All the women had to have male chaperones, so he had volunteered for mine. I was 14 at this time. He was killed by one of the carnival people as he tried to punish for trying to run away. The knife had come down on him quickly from a very burly guy that she didnt know. This man had saved my life. I owed him at least that much. Now I was part of the carnival and I was able to be trained to be an acrobat, dancer and gymnast for the carnival. He was the only person I trusted after all that had happened between us. Unfortunately, we had landed in an area a very religious caravan was in. They grabbed him during the night due to the carnival tricks. They had tried to grab me too. He protected me once more where he was grabbed instead. My act was the cause of their witch hung. My act is to walk on a very thin wire that no one could see but me in the air. It made them think I was walking on air. He protected me and was burned at the stake that night. I have lived with that regret for a while, but went on trying to find other friends in the carnival. It hasn't been panning out very well. Hopefully, I can get close to someone, or be alone forever.
‡ What Makes Me Who I Am;
I don't take any crap from anyone. There is only one man that I trust, but he died in a witch burning. I hate those witch burnings. They make me cringe. I love the magical things people in clockwork can do though. It seems like a dream come true. Especially the part that i play in having these magical things come true. I do have trust issues though, so finding friends is a bit hard. I just know everyone, but i dont consider them friends. I do love dogs and cats, whether they are the big cats or little ones.
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Ophelia "Don't feel too bad- I look down on everyone."
I'm one of the Tightrope Walkers
‡21 ‡ tightrope walker ‡ 5'7" ‡ Willowy, covered in whipcord muscle ‡ Black hair with gold eyes
‡ So Here's My Story;
I was born into a traveling caravan- but hey, who isn't on the move these days? My parents realized something was up when I was about a year old. I was developing quickly- too quickly. I was too smart, too different. Whispers of 'magic' began to fly around, and when the subject of a witch burning came up, my parents took me and left. We found another place to call home- wary of strangers, but eventually, they accepted us, and my parents gradually forgot the cruel, accusing words. But I could never get their words out of my head. Mostly because I believed them. Something was different about me, and everyone knew it. And when I was fifteen, I found out what it was- I wasn't human. I was a Changeling- a Fae child left in the place of a human babe. The pyre was already being built when I escaped to the "sanctuary" of the circus.
‡ What Makes Me Who I Am;
Ophelia possesses the sense of mischievous personality most associate with the Fair Folk, and can be easily amused by the antics of others, as long as they aren't directed at her. Ophelia is extremely loyal to those that earn her trust- abuse it, however, and she can also hold a grudge that can last for years. She's extremely hard to knock off balance- figuratively or literally- and finds it incredibly annoying when people go out of their way to try and surprise her.
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Lucii Vanbout & Loki "I'll bend over backwards just for you, good lookin'."
I'm one of the Painters.
‡ 19 ‡ Painter & occasional Acrobat ‡ five foot three ‡ slender & light framed ‡ a two package deal of brown
‡ So Here's My Story;
Since I was three I was painstakingly raised in a household of male, self-righteous "Enlightened Generals". My father lead a small regime of men obsessed with "restoring the people" & "bringing back the light" to our world. Young as I was, I couldn't understand, or be forced to. When I turned ten, my older brothers were drafted into the family command, sculpted into men I no longer recognized. Men I started to fear, honestly. On the eve of my sixteenth birthday I was warned that my siblings & father would soon come to break my will for their cause & I fled the city that same night. I must have wandered aimlessly for about a week. Luck must have decided to poke his head out from behind the clouds for once in my life because not once did I run into robbers or scouts.
I stumbled on the Carnival by pure chance, and stole inside for warmth. I was at first quite thrilled with the bright colors, having come from such an oppressive youth, but what really caught me and drew me in was the audacity and jovial nature of all of the people. Everyone was loud and different; there were contortionists and jugglers, and nobody seemed to ever have their feet touching the ground, which was oddly indicative of how I felt at this point. I never really looked back from there. My old life seemed unimportant, and these new friends became my long sought-after family.
‡ What Makes Me Who I Am;
I find myself on the brink of an artistic meltdown, & each and every day I attempt at discovering a new way to tear the walls of my skull down to splatter everything with paint. I tend to race along emotions & I've a tendency to overwhelm more often than I wish. While it's difficult to irritate me, I'm a quick-wit & rather snarky.
I find the most solace alone with my paintbrush and a blank canvas with Loki curled at my feet.
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Ana Wright "Whether things are real or not is for you to decide."
I'm one of the attractions.
‡ 21 ‡ I am a Fire Pheonix. Breathing fire is what I do. ‡ 5'3 ‡ Rather skinny, but not certianly not underwieght. ‡ Dark red hair, with purple eyes.
‡ So Heres My Story;
The carnival is nothing new to me. I've been working here since I was merely a child. In fact, I've been working here so long, I hardly even remember what my life was like before I joined the carnival. I do know that it was a hard life. Abusive parents, constantly teased. I joined the carnival knowing I had nothing to lose. But that was hardly true. One must think that showing off your talents is a dream, but as I've grown older, I'm growing rather tired of it. Although I constanly wonder where I would be if I never joined the carnival, I know that I must do things to the best of my abilities.
‡ What Makes Me Who I Am;
I can be rather stubborn at times, and if I don't agree with something, I tend to argue against it. Despite that flaw, I am rather hardworking, and try my best at everything. I carry around this locket. I don't remember where it came from, or who gave it to me, but I know it means something to me, and I refuse to go anywhere without it.
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Damien Lorycle "Life is too short to take seriously."
I'm one of the circus helpers.
‡ 23 ‡ I am the random guy that helps make sure everything goes smoothly. ‡ 6'5" ‡ Well built, but not the most muscular guy around. ‡ Brown hair, and brown eyes.
‡ So Heres My Story;
My life is a rather simple story. I haven't been with the carnival too long. I suppose that is why I don't have to much of a high position in this little place. But, I suppose you would like to know about my life before the carnival, correct? Well, I lived in a small little family. Just my mother, my father, and my self. We weren't to rich, but we were living a rather good life. Despite how good I had things, I wanted to know what adventure was like. This lead me to the carnival. I believe working at the carnival was the perfect decision for me. I've seen so many different creatures, and things I would have never imagined seeing.
‡ What Makes Me Who I Am;
I am an outgoing guy, and I always try to make jokes out of things. It's hard to get me to be serious, but I do know how to listen when needed to. I'm hardly ever not smiling, and it takes alot to upset me. I guess, in short, I'm a happy-go-lucky guy, who is always willing to make friends.
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Marilyn Machina (goes by 'Mach') "Turn Turn Turn GEARS! Teehee, don't you just love mechanics?"
I'm one of the Mechanics; I keep the wires and special devices working, as well as create new gadgets for our ever growing acts.
‡16 ‡ I keep everything working like a well oiled machine (well...mostly I keep the machines well-oiled! Haha, see what I did here? Did ya see it? Did ya?). The simplest mistake can cost a life in this dangerous buisness. ‡ 4"2'. Yes, I'm short... ‡ Scrawny and Lanky; ‡ Black hair, green eyes, not that you'd get to see 'em much, really...
‡ So Heres My Story;
My story? Well, I 'spose we all have a story, after all. Some broad left me at the carnival when I was just a likkle 'un. What bloke leaves a kid at a carnival? Did'ya really think this was a conductive learning environment? Idiots, some people...
Well, whatever, I'm enjoyin' my job and all that. I get to work with all the devices I want, and the carnival provides quite an...interesting famila. Want to hear about my job?
Why, I fix's the riggin's and all sorts of other mechanical contraptions that keep the entertainers safe, as well as others that provide...illusions of sorts. Carny secrets on that, can't give you anymore details. Vos has been training me somewhat, though I don't suppose he likes me as much as his own little 'pets' if you will.
Why do I have this apparatus on my face?
Well...I didn't always used to be so magnificent with the tinkering, now. Accidents happen. Besides, I made myself a new seeing device, works in the dark even! And trust me, being able to see what you need is half the battle sometimes. Interesting things happen at the Carnival. Well, normal for me, but interesting for you folk, anyway.
‡ What Makes Me Who I Am;
Well...I do quite like the artifacts from old times. Interesting mechanisms for sure! I like to try and backwards engineer them when I can, though most are broken and require a sort of odd power source quite different from the lovely steam that powers my machines. What sor'ta creatures where they? Holdin' all this intricacy... and then POOF gone! Leaving us fellows behind in their dust!
Anyway, that's a discussion for some other day.
Want to check out my latest device? Shh, don't tell Madam Lethal, she'll want to steal it, and it's just a prototype right now, so that might end with disastrous results. Check out this sweet metal! It's a portable cannon! This baby uses steam pressure to fire out smaller cannon balls. Takes a long time to reactivate though, and I'm still working the glitches...been kinda on hold on the project since I made one of Vos's devices explode...he's a bit sore about that. (the device that this one is holding)
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Lucifer 'Luke' Wakely "Magic? Magic isn't real, it's all science in the end."
I'm the Magican and Fortune Teller
‡34 ‡Mainly tell the fortunes of those idiotic enough to believe in this stuff. ‡ 6" ‡ average sized ‡ Dark brown hair, dark green eyes.
‡ So Heres My Story;
Well, I was muddling and meddling with my, ahem, 'potions' and 'elixirs' as the common folk like to name them...idiots they are sometimes.
It's all science really, from the first drop of Dihydrogen Monoxide (that's 'water' for you commoners) to the last arcane rune.
What, runes are you science you say? LIES.
SCIENCE.
Oh that's right. How'd I end up here, hmm, yes.
Seems those commoners thought I was doing 'MAGIC'. Pah! Idiots.
But it's alright if I'm doing 'MAGIC' in a carnival! Huh, where's that logic? But Lethal only expects a few tricks out of me, and leaves me alone, and that's all I need really. So, here I am. I do what I do. Yes, rather dull, now go on, bother someone else.
‡ What Makes Me Who I Am;
I do love the science. Why, science is what makes us human! What separates us from the ignorant beasts of the field! There's science in everything I do, even those things that can't be explained now, will one day be explained with science.
Ugh...now, don't get me started on the common people! Goodness, how did I survive living with them? Oooh you're doing 'MAGIC', they say, OOOH we gonna tell the magistrate! Pah...idiots.
I read them their fortunes, and they pay me money and eye me with mysticism. Idiots. Time's not linear, with the proper mixes of chemicals seeing into the future is easy!
I'm happy to rip them off. More money for Lethal is more chemicals to mess with for me!
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Angelo
Tali Paendrag "Magic is an art, with the ability to please like any other."
I'm one of the attractions.
‡500+ ‡I'm the magician. ‡ 3'6” ‡ Slender and lean, or in other words, petite. ‡ Fiery red hair with bright sapphire blue eyes
‡ So Heres My Story;
I've been alive for a long time. Longer than most. I suppose Death got the last laugh in the end though.
It was cold and stormy that night. I had been at my usual job, trying to help my family make ends meet. I was serving the customers at the inn as usual, most of them so drunk they wouldn't recognize their own mothers. There was a particular man, hawk-faced, bloodshot, and just plain ugly, who demanded more wine. I told him no, as he couldn't pay. This infuriated him to no end, causing him to jump up and stab me before hustling me out the back.
That was when I met Death. I offered him a challenge of riddles, which he accepted. If I lost, I would be his slave, but if I won, I would have immortality, and eternal youth. Needless to say, I won. Angry with me for beating him, he killed my family and destroyed my old body. Honoring his commitment, he gave me a new one, the one I inhabit now.
Ever since, I've been perfecting my magic, and have recently joined the Lethal Parade.
‡ What Makes Me Who I Am;
I'm a reclusive person, something that comes in handy when all of your friends die. My fellow troupe members also see me as morbid, though I disagree with them. I also don't flaunt my child-like body, unlike some of the acrobats in the group. I also refuse compliments, however nice. There's just no point, and I don't really deserve them.
((:sweat: Alright, I'm taking my first post from the other thread. LOL!!
*purrs* Kya Katsumi:, I know you're busy, but I've restarted the thread! :3))
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Hannah Lethal
Make sure the lights on the stage are in proper order - last time they short-circuited. There was a bustle of activity as the players prepared for their upcoming event. They were just outside of a well-populated encampment and today was going to be a huge performance. They'd obtained a new attraction that was certain to draw even bigger crowds than the last showing. Check on the players to ensure none of them will spontaneously miss their cue.
The ringleader adjusted her fedora as she entered the nearest caravan wagon. Yanking the door open she let out a piercing whistle that brought more than a few starts of surprise. "Why are none of you getting ready? Useless hands are a waste of my resources, you lazy bums!" There were a few mumbles of agreement and "yes, ma'am's" before Hannah inclined her head. "If the show has any hiccups tonight I will take it out of each of your hides."
She left before the looks of uncertain horror could stick in her mind. She'd seen too many horrid expressions throughout her life to think on the mild ones. Hannah Lethal moved to the next chore in mind. Feed the animals. That included some of the attractions as well.
Stepping by a few wagons that were fashioned into iron-barred cages, the dark-haired woman narrowed her duel-colored eyes. There was their "beast tamer," Mateo. He always had been an interesting sort. Efficient, quick, playful. "Mateo. Have you eaten?" The question was brisk and carried very little emotion, but it served its purpose. "Who do I have to beat to bring you a meal?" It was amazing to see how many people truly stuck with the carnival once they got familiar with the players.
Out of the corner of her "faded" silver eye the short woman caught movement as one of her closest organizers appeared at her elbow. Vos was the mechanic and engineer - the man with solutions to most predicaments. Instead of addressing him, she made him wait patiently (as patiently as a rushed person can) until she received a reply from the beast tamer.
Skye sighed, the sound coming out deep and long as she walked. A small bag was slung over one delicate shoulder. Her clothes were fitted, her boots extraordinarily comfortable, and despite the uneasy feeling building in her stomach, she told herself over and over again that 'They're gonna love you, champ. You don't need talent for this job. Just a pretty face.'
Finally emerging into a sea of caravan wagons and tents, the redhead stopped for a moment, taking in the view. She'd never seen such a sight. Carnivals had never been a big part of her childhood, seeing as this girl spend her time making music, reading books, and generally being antisocial. She'd never before liked the loud noises or the scary costumes, but looking around the place, a smile crept across the girl's face as the butterflies in her belly disappeared.
Her head turned instinctively when she heard a very assertive voice coming from one of the wagons. From the sound of it, the wielder of the sharp tongue must've been the boss. Deciding that now was as good a time as any to introduce herself, Skye followed the voice until she arrived at a collection of iron barred wagons, presumably for animals. Hiding around the corner of one, just out of sight, she watched the woman she presumed to be in charge.
Cyr could hear the ringmaster trying her hardest to get everyone ready and the show started on time tonight. Everyone was scrambling and preparing for the show in their own ways. Cyr was out in the field with the horses. Brushing Casey. The other three were good to go tonight, saddled up and happily munching on some grass. There was a metal gate to hold them all in. She finished Casey with the last brush of his mane. "There you are, all done." She spoke ever so softly. It seemed even a mere field mouse would not jump from her presence.
Cyr herself though, was not ready. Her hair though knotted in a braid, was disheveled. Her clothes were simply a long sleeved white top, and a large pair of black sweat pants. It did not tag her very long to get ready though. Since she didn't wear the gilts and glam a few of the other performers wore. And especially did not think of getting ready when there were still animals to care for.
She dropped the brushes into a basket near the edge of the metal barriers before jumping over and continuing to a few of the other stops of her morning. Her stops included feeding the magicians rabbits and birds, making sure the carriage pullers were properly fed. The last were the large cats and normally Mateo took care of them... but it never hurt to double check. As she neared where the cats were kept, Cyr heard the voice of the ringmaster nearby. Of coarse as she turned the corner too sharply, Cyr in a slight rush now, she ran into the fiery red hear of another. Whom she had not met.
Cyr did not fall, but she did stumble a bit. Having great balance, and her own species of grace helped with that. "I-I-I-I-I'm so sorry" Cyr said to the girl, barely above a whisper. She reached out, helping her attain her balance yet again. Of coarse Cyr had no idea the poor girl was hiding for the time being, and when she had stumbled into her, it brought them both into the open eyes of Hannah, Van and Mateo.
(Im going to post for Romeo much later tonight after work)
While the ringleader's eyes were still on Mateo, Vos happened to be busy being ignored. His gray eyes darted over Skye and Cyr as they stumbled into view. Slowly, one of his eyebrows lifted. With an annoyed glance to the ringleader's back, he stepped toward the girls. "Lethal is very busy. Is there something either of you need?" Honestly, he wished Hannah would stop ignoring him. Having other people trying to get the woman's attention would ensure that Vos himself was ignored further.
He eyed Skye's fiery hair before glancing to Cyr. "Who is this?" he hadn't seen her before. The newcomer was certainly unfamiliar - he would recall such a vivid hair color in the times they were in. Hair dye was hard to come by nowadays.
The silver-haired engineer frowned at the two again. "Speak up. We don't have long before we get started."
Skye eyeballed the girl who'd knocked into her, taking in her soft hair and dark eyes. Blowing a strand of her fiery red hair out of her face, she went to mutter some form of whitty insult about the girl smelling like an animal, but thought better of it. She knew that more often than not, first impressions could make or break everything, and she wasn't prepared for failure this time round. Determined to co-exist with her new fellow acts, she swallowed her pride.
"You okay ? That was quite a knock !" she asked in as friendly a tone as she could muster up.
Soon, she sensed, Vos' approach. She turned to him, and was immediately struck by how handsome he was. She could just make out the muscles built up under his clothing. She made a note to herself to definitely stay on his good side. Then, he spoke. Oh, his voice was beautiful. It was all the poor girl could do to stop herself from sighing.
"I'm Skye, the new assistant." she breathed out, revealing a dazzling, well-practiced smile.
Calysto sat in a quiet-ish- corner of the tent lighting matches and blowing them out just before the fire touched her fingers. Each time she let the flames get a little closer, adjusting her fingers to the heat. It was her routine before every show.
She watched the performers and assistants rushing about getting everything ready. Caly just smirked. Her little black dress and tall boots were both her normal wear and her costume. The only thing she needed were her fire hoops, balls and sticks. And those were always ready backstage thanks to the assistants.
She watched as Vos attempted to intimidate a new assistant that Skye had bumped into. The girls hair was more vibrant than her own, which was a little shocking. She didn't see very many red heads, natural and even more rare, unnatural.
((:lol: I like Skye's reaction to the hot guy. . . . :XD HAHAHAH!!!
Welcome, Codette!! :3 We've got quite the group, here!! :lol:))
"Assistant," Vos narrowed his eyes, looking at Skye for a few moments before shaking his head. "I haven't seen you before. Have you even spoken to Lethal?" Honestly, it would be great for Hannah to have a personal runner so Vos himself didn't have to do it all the time. . . . Much of his time was wasted on tasks that the ringleader sent him off to do. It was annoying.
He tossed a glance in the ringleader's direction before shaking his head. "It is too close to starting time," he said, looking down at the broken piece of machinery he held in his hand. He should really tell Lethal about it. . . . "You should stand aside. Speak with her after the show." Reylin, of all people in the carnival, would know about a new assistant. Surely Skye hadn't already joined them. If she had, then Lethal hadn't let him know. It was completely possible, really.
Turning back to Lethal, he cleared his throat and touched her arm again. "Lethal," he got her attention, but the woman's eyes were dangerous as she turned to him. "The lights below the stage have-"
"If you're going to tell me they don't work, I suggest you fix it. Now." Lethal's different colored eyes narrowed, and she hissed before knocking the broken piece from Vos' hand. It rolled toward the nearest individual - Cyr - as the ringleader went off again. "That's what you're here for, isn't it? Don't tell me you've lost your worth, Vos."
"Of course not," Vos' pale eyes were narrowed, but he said nothing. Yes, his pride had been stung (shot, really), but angering the ringleader meant certain death. Many of the carnies had already found that out the hard way. The tall male stood still until Hannah stalked off to the next wagon. Useless. I am the only thing holding your damn circus together.
With his teeth clenched tightly, he looked back to Skye and Cyr. "We start in one hour."
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Splash. From where he was, Cyan could see very little of the preparations being made. He wished he could see more of the performances instead of linger around the other cages. The large tank he was in was honestly a glass cage on wheels - it lacked the metal bars of the other cages, but that didn't matter. It was still a prison.
Blue eyes darted over the other creatures. There were fake "mythical creatures" everywhere. One was a strange looking tiger with horns and a barbed tail. That little guy wasn't real. He was just a tiger with "makeup" applied. The unicorn three cages down? She was just a young mare with spunk and a surgically attached horn. Oh, and werewolf in the last cage? He was just a really hairy man that had lost his mind years prior.
Cyan, though . . . he was real. He wished he wasn't. Ducking back under the water, he drifted through the clear water easily. He eyed the large fin that shifted lightly to guide him. This wasn't a lie: he wasn't really human. Strange, how he'd been found and brought to a carnival. Fitting, he supposed. Fitting for a freak of nature. That was what the attractions were, really.
With a bubbly sigh, the youth twisted about to look through the other side of his aquarium. There was always something happening that was at least partially interesting. There, just beyond his range of sight, he could see a dimming and wavering bit of light. What is that?
Resurfacing, the male didn't gasp for breath - there were soft lines along the side of his neck where gills kept him breathing beneath the water. Thank goodness for a nose for the surface world. . . .
Looking toward the tent where he saw the flickering light, his bright eyes narrowed. What is doing that? Fire was something he'd seen before, but rarely. Still . . . curious, he folded his arms and leaned against the side of his cage. The top was open, but he wasn't stupid enough to try and escape. He didn't have legs. Cyan wasn't a complete fool. Just . . . too curious for his own good. That curiosity was what made him stare at the strange, faded light coming from the side of the nearest tent. Is it Calysto again? Or . . . maybe someone else this time?
Calysto gave a soft laugh as the scene unfolded before her. She rolled her eyes and got up. She wasn't until much later in the night. Still playing with her matches, she walked out of the tent, and down the attraction boardwalk. Calysto looked down the cages, knowing the frauds the Lethal Parade showcased.
With a sigh, she made her way to one of the few 'freaks' that she actually liked. "Hello Cyan." Caly gave a small smile, and put away her -almost empty-match book. "Hows the water?" The redheads voice was soft, and she always seemed unsure when it came to interacting, personally, with anyone, like she was afraid of being turned away.
As Calysto left the tent, Cyan found his bright eyes following her. When the redhead stopped near his tank, the youth smiled a bit. Her soft demeanor was much nicer than many of the other people's that he met. Lifting his tail a bit, the scaled male let it sink below him once more. "The water is a bit warm," he said, his accent mimicking something akin to German.
Looking over her attire, the merman blinked slowly. "Do you perform tonight?" he asked, his chin resting on his crossed arms. He could only look down at her from where he was. Any way he looked eye-to-eye with her meant he would have to be on the other side of the glass. "Were you practicing?" Now that he knew the light he'd seen came from the woman, Cyan assumed that she'd been playing with her closest friend: flames.
((My apologies Es! I didn't subscribe when you pinged me and it slipped my mind! I'm so excited for the play to be back! :eager: I've subscribed and ave my game face on! Oh, and are we continuing, or starting fresh? -So I know where Aura and Vos stand.-))
Mateo turned around to flash Hannah his devilishly charming smile. "I'll eat as soon as I feed our attractions, Miss Lethal." He winked at the woman to reassure her that everything would be ready on time, as always.
He had been with the carnival for many, many years, and never once was he behind on his duties. Not even that one time that their tiger had a litter of kits right before a show. He smiled at the memory. How he cared for his pets.
Mateo went on from cage to cage filling water bowls and passing out encouraging snacks to keep the animals lively before the show. He wore a pair of rugged dark colored jeans over worn brown boots and a white t-shirt. Of course, he would be in something much more carnival appropriate by show time.
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Aurabella was so light on her feet as a dancer she seemed to drift through the crowd. She smiled and batted her long eyelashes. It always helped to attract people to her belly dancing tent. Which in turn made Hannah happy and helped to make life here easier for everyone.
She was wearing her typical dancing attire, decorated with beads and silver pieces that jingled as she walked or danced. Her tanned skin accented beautifully by the sheer cream color that she dawned. Her long caramel colored hair hung to her mid back in a messy wavy style.
As she passed by her oldest friend at the carnival, Mateo, she smiled. He as usual, was flirting with some of the ladies who had come to see today's show. She shook her head and moved forward to pass by each of the workers' tents/stations, helping to make sure everyone would be ready.
((Hmmm. Well, I was thinking we would start fresh . . . but . . . that's only for the new peoples. ;) I might have to create another male character for you guys to interact with. . . . :rofl: Or, someone else could. . . . Haahahah!!
Thanks for posting, Kya! I'll get around to posting sooner or later. :sweat:))
The girl gave a soft smile. "I'm sorry I can't cool it off for you. I would be more useful if it was chilled." Calysto didn't mind looking up at the merman, if anything the glass between them made her a little uncomfortable, or maybe ir was the water. Calysto took a match that was tucked in her boot and scraped it against the inside of her wrist. Years of practice had toughened the skin there hard enough to light a match. "Yes I do, but not til a bit later. My fire burns brightest when its the darkest outside." The little rhyme had become a favorite to use on advertisements. "Practicing, playing, is there really a difference?" She asked blowing the match out, a small frown on her face.
"Oh! I almost forgot." Calysto reached into her boot, since get outfit had no other pockets. She pulled out a compact mirror. "You like to collect 'land-dweller' objects don't you? I didn't know if you had a mirror yet or not." She seemed embarrassed.
As the broken piece rolled towards Cyr, she picked it up. Getting a bit of oil onto her hands. She simply wiped it off on her pants, waiting for Vos to be finished before handing him back the piece. She didn't have to ask Mateo how far he had gotten at least. As he had simply ignored her. No matter, Cyr had figured the man could care less for her presence. Just simply was annoyed another was working with the animals. Maybe, who knew.
As Vos got the attention from Lethal he was errr waiting for, Cyr moved slightly closer to Skye whispering, "Now may not be the best time..." She suggested. Honestly not even sure what to do with the poor girl. Since Vos and Lethal were too busy to stop. Vos did apparently need assientince though... Which normally Cyr would offer because she was a bit smaller and more limber than the male. Could squeeze into those hard to reach places.
Once Lethal had driven fear into Vos's heart, Cyr stepped up to him. Placing the broken peace into his hand. "I have your peice.." Cyr spoke softly. She was a strange one to work at the circus. So gentle.. and quiet. Also jumpy. Cyr could be quite jumpy. "I-" She was cut off from a movement behind the poor girl. One everyone had grown accustomed to. Seemed the new red head had attracted the Magician.
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A figure stood behind poor Skye, reaching a gloved hand up and running it threw her bright red hair. Behind her was none other than the magician. Appearing with not a sound or a cloud of smoke.. "Where cupid got new fire--my mistress' eyes." He spoke to the strange woman. Pausing a moment before looking to Cyr and Vos. "I'll have her; but I will not keep her long."
Cyan smiled a bit, his black hair tousling in the light wind. This wind was nothing like the ocean breeze. Here it was dry and hot, filling the air with stifling smells. The male missed the cool breezes that complimented the sea, always smelling of salt and adventure. His bright blue eyes lingered on the sky for a moment before moving back to Calysto.
She flicked a match to life, and the scene made Cyan smile. He couldn't help it: fire was so interesting. It didn't burn underwater, and it was hot to the touch. Or, so he'd heard. It was beautiful.
That was when Calysto offered him a gift. "A mirror," he said, a smile spreading over his face. Reaching down, he leaned over the side of the tank slightly so she could hand it to him. Calysto had to stand on her tiptoes and practically jump to get it to him, but she did it just fine. Fingering the mirror, Cyan looked back to the woman below. "Thank you," he said. There was such sincerity in his voice that it almost sounded like a heavy piece of gratitude. Honestly, Cyan's people didn't give gifts unless the circumstance was extremely important. The kind, almost flippant way that Calysto had handed over the mirror was so . . . friendly.
"Lethal managed to take my last one," he said with a slight shrug. "I'll be sure to hide this one more thoroughly." As though to prove his words, Cyan touched one of the many leather-like pieces that he wore. The aquarium would be emptied and cleaned, but they wouldn't get the mirror from Cyan's armored form.
Once more, the merman looked at the mirror, closing it with great care. "This means a lot to me."
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((I'll reply with Vos as soon as Skye does. :yes:))
Calysto reached up, wondering why she didn't own taller boots to make up for her shortness. She shrugged as Cyan took the mirror. "It's nothing. I just have no use for it, and thought you might like it. " She brushed her hair away from her face. The small smile in her eyes showed him that she was happy he liked it, even though her exterior appeared unfazed. "I would give you some matches if I could find a water proof container for you to keep them in."
A small smirk tugged at the fire womans lips. "Well phooey on Lethal, she can't take what she can't find." Calysto winked. "I know it does. Your welcome Cyan." She sighed. "I should probably head back to the tent to make sure my gear is in place. The heavens above forbid that anything glitches when Lethal's around." Calysto rolled her eyes, and waved. "Later Cyan." her smile was honest, as she turned and walked back to the tent.
The chaos around her made her wish she had stayed on the boardwalk. The hustle and bustle annoyed her, as she made her way to the fire performers table. Calysto checked over the sticks she used for fire eating, making sure they were properly cleaned and prepared.
Sharp Thinker took a deep breath as the rest of the performers went about their business, each making sure whatever they needed for their act was in order ahead of time. Sharp had just finished checking his multitude of blades for the fifth time, ensuring each was as sharp as possible so that his first act would go well. He had seen how irritable Lethal seemed to be normally and he didn't want to incur her wrath. It wasn't because he was afraid of her, it was just that he owed her for letting him on board with such short notice and without asking questions.
Many miles away, a wonder of the age stood mighty and proud. A city, a true city, constructed of wood and stone. In many ways, it resembled both old, colonial era towns and grand medieval cities. In the very center stood a magnificent manor house, wrought iron fencing around the perimeter and a large, beautiful garden in the back yard. Upon the top floor of the manor, a man looked out of the large window upon his city. Everywhere he looked, he saw clean streets, clean people, and blissful happiness. His soldiers, patrolling the streets in their grand uniforms of black leather and shining chain mail, long swords hanging from their hips. In the distance, he could see the wall to protect the city almost fully constructed, a grand, stone creation to protect his city, Eden, the capital of what would become the Enlightened Empire. Marcus Salazar, the General-King, let out a pleased sigh before returning to his desk, a beautiful creation, all hand-made, and picked his quill up once again, jotting a few notes down before setting it aside once more as someone knocked upon his office doors. His strong, yet soft voice called out, "Enter." A man dressed in a dress uniform, still black, but cloth instead of leather and adorned with silver medals, entered, approaching within a few feet of the desk and snapping his fist to his heart in a salute, bowing, saying, "Sir, there is news to report." Salazar nodded, making a gesture for his general to rise, which he did before saying, "Sir, we've received reports of a local assaulting and stealing from one of our scouting parties. None of our troops were injured in a lasting matter and it wasn't the work of a large gang or local militia, or pseudo-police force. How should we handle this, we haven't encountered such a thing before." Salazar nodded, saying, "Send a messenger pigeon to all our scouts with the assailants description and tell them to put together posters. Whomever this individual is, they are an enemy of the state. I want him brought here alive and publicly executed, just as we've done with the others." The general smiled, saluting as he said, "As you command, sir. The populace would appreciate another public event to entertain them. Shall we offer a sort of reward for the criminal's capture?" Salazar nodded, saying, "They shall be offered citizenship, a place here in Eden, and a job. Make it so, general." The general nodded and walked out.
As Aura headed back towards her tent, shimmering golden slippers padding lightly over the ground, she smiled to the carnival guests. To some she chose a sweet smile, to others, she took a more seductive approach. She didn't mean anything by it, she was a belly dancer trying to ensure herself a job, that's all.
Up ahead was Sharp Thinker's tent. Curiously, as that's what mostly drives Aura, she stopped by to peek inside. She smiled when she saw the boy with his knives, as always. "Sharp," she spoke with amusement, "Tell me you don't sleep with all of those under your pillow."
Aura chuckled. She wouldn't be surprised in the least if he said that he did. A small gust of wind picked up, blowing the dancer's long wavy hair about her face. Her flowing sheer skirt and top with beads and silver pieces made an almost relaxing little tune of their own, and her green eyes danced over the blades with amusement.
((Alas, the kiddo needs me! I'll post with Mateo sometime today!))
Reacting purely from reflex, Sharp snapped up one of his smaller blades, a kunai, and flipped it to grip it by the blade tip, turning to throw it before stopping once he saw who it was. Grimacing, Sharp set the blade back down, turning away as he said, "Unless there's something you need, mind leaving me be? I need to make sure I've got my act set up."
((It happens to us all Grax! :hug: Hilarious photo! Lol))
Amusement continued to dance in her eyes as she stuck her bottom lip out in a pout. Sharp was always such a party pooper. She watched him for a moment. So serious for such a young man. She felt bad for him.
Aura wondered for a moment what kind of boy his age didn't enjoy laughing and having fun. One who'd been through a lot, certainly. She liked Sharp, even though he didn't seem to like many. All a part growing up in a world like this.
She smiled and sarcastically saluted the boy. "Aye aye captain," she said, respecting that the boy wanted his space. That said a lot. Aurabella Divionichi never respected people's personal space and privacy, ever.
Stepping out of the tent she smacked into Mateo. "Ouch," she said while wiping water off the side of her face. "You're being sneaky," she said looking up at him with a wince before it quickly faded to a playful smile. Aura and Mateo had been best friends since he'd joined the Carnival, some time after she had.
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Mateo had finished up all of the animal prep and removed his dirtied shirt to clean up by a water spigot. His toned muscles gleamed in the light as water droplets raced down his chest and over his washboard abs. He'd even run the water over his black hair and shook it out, much like a dog would.
Then he'd gone to make sure Aura wasn't getting into any trouble, which she so often did, when he saw her duck into Sharp's tent. He'd made his way lazily through the crowd, still shirtless and sending cocky grins towards the young ladies and playful winks to the elderly women as they seemed to melt at his passing.
He'd just arrived outside Sharp's tent when Aura clumsily ran into him. He smiled down at her while shaking his head lightly as she wiped water from her cheek. "I'm not being sneaky, you're being clumsy," he said returning her playful smile.
His dark brown eyes glanced through a small crack in the flaps of Sharp's tent and in that moment, Mateo's smile faded and he frowned. He didn't like the boy, and he didn't like that his best friend was in that nutty kid's tent. In fact, he didn't like when any of the women of the carnival hung around that kid.
Mateo turned away from the tent, draping his arm over his friend's shoulders as he led her away from the tent. They strolled through the crowded maze of the carnival joking and poking at each other as he continued to keep an eye out for anyone who needed help before the show.
Taking the strange bit of machinery from Cyr, Vos nodded once. He still looked irritable, but not quite as horrible as he had moments before. "Lethal should be left to her . . ." he trailed off, searching for a word. "To her usual antics." He met Cyr's gaze momentarily as she spoke. "We should all get to work." Vos watched the soft-spoken girl for a few moments as the Magician appeared. His slow blink and frown followed his gaze over to the other male. While Lethal's second in command may have been civil to the females (if you could call it that), he was bitter toward everyone else. He didn't like the men, or the attractions, or the visitors, or the audience. . . . The list went on and on.
With an irritated scoff, Vos turned away. "Time is of the essence."And I have to get those damn stage lights fixed. Headed for the big top tent, Reylin's blue eyes burned with irritation. Most of the carnies knew well enough to get out of his way as quickly as possible. . . .
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"Bye," Cyan called after Calysto, waving slightly. She was a nice girl, and one of the only carnies that paid him much attention. Besides staring, anyway. He hated it when people stared. Yes, he was different . . . but it was still demeaning. He was put on display, and Calysto treated him like an individual instead of a carnival event.
He sighed quietly as he listened to the continuing preparations. The audience wouldn't be let into the fenced off area (Lethal always had the carnival fenced off when they parked their wagons) until the main event. That was fast approaching.
His bright blue eyes closed, and the youth let himself sink under the water. Making a few rotations through the tank, Cyan pulled out the mirror that Calysto had given him. He had always enjoyed such reflective objects . . . especially when the sun was shining brightly. The blue-scaled male was able to send a wavering reflection across the way and dancing across one of the tents. The sight made Cyan smile. We can't do this back home.
Home. The merman's smile faded immediately, and he glanced in Lethal's direction as she passed by. Cyan wasn't quite happy with the thought that he might never see the ocean again. He very well might have to spend the rest of his life in this silly fish tank.
Shuddering, Cyan gently drifted toward the other end of the wagon-sized aquarium and tucked the mirror away in his leather "plating" once more. He didn't want the ringleader to see it and decide to confiscate it.
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((and Lethal will announce the start of the carnival soon. :lol: Es needs to do some homework. . . . ))
Calysto passed by the carnies. She may not socialize with many of them, but she paid attention to them. Their moods and habits. Calysto made her way to get table. She looked over her fire sticks first. Making sure they were undamaged and in proper condition. She tied her hair back in a loose pony tail. Lethal would make the announcement for the fire performer and it would be her turn on stage. Calystos eyes shown with excitement. This was her life, fire being the only thing that cared honestly about her. Then her mind drifted to Cyan. He seemed to care or at least he enjoyed her presence. "How odd, that a being of water would like a firey person like me" she whispered.
"I-i have a bit of time" Cyr started to say as Vos began to wonder away. Every animal was fed, as were the attractions. Her horses were suited up and ready to go, and honestly it never took Cyr much time to get herself ready for her performance. She normally went on after the first intermission. Or sometime later. Never towards the beginning. Unless Lethal was suddenly going to change it. She hoped the dainty girl would have at least let Cyr know. But alais, she said nothing to the horse trickster.
"Would you like some assistance?" She offered Vos. She caught up to him, stopping when she saw that terrifying look in his eyes.
((i made the words bigger so no one would notice my sad short post :P)
((*cough* Es sorta forgot to reply. :sweat: Again. *dies*))
His blue eyes fixed on the girl for a few seconds before he turned and continued toward the big top. "I don't need your help," Vos stated bluntly. He could use a runner, honestly. Reylin was merely too stubborn and prideful to say as much. As he walked the tall male gripped the piece of machinery in his palm until it left angry red marks on his skin. One of these days he was going to snap and rig the stage to blow the moment Lethal set foot on it.
Sighing, Vos shook his head. His tone was calm when he spoke once more. "Cyr, just keep yourself out of my way." He pushed aside the heavy flap that covered the large tent's entrance and headed for the stage. The lights were smoking . . . which wasn't a good sign. Immediately Vos began hissing under his breath. His tools were in hand before he ever reached the contraptions, and was working along the side of the stage in moments. Setting the spare piece aside, the tall youth focused on his work with a kind of obsession. This was what he was meant to do. He just hated doing it for Lethal.
The dirty chunk of metal that Cry had given to Vos tumbled from its spot on the stage. It seemed as though that single bit of mechanics was compeletely against the male. . . .
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Lethal eyed the gated entrance with a forced smile. As she stepped closer to the crowd, the expression became more fluid and realistic. "Welcome to the Lethal Parade!" The short woman waited until the people stilled and fell relatively quiet. "I welcome you to our show, and invite you to enjoy your time here with the various attractions," Lethal's gloved hand motioned in the direction of the wagons, "and the main show." This time, she referred to the largest tent. "We will be starting as soon as everyone is seated, so please make yourselves comfortable."
Hannah reached up to touch the side of her face, convincing herself that a layer of makeup hid her scars from the crowd. Then, with a flourish, she flicked her hand . . . and the gates swung open. To the audience, it was magic. To Lethal, it was a switch that Vos had made for her.
With grins and a polite, formal aura Lethal directed the people into the high top. They were all of a poor class, looking more ragged than not. Their clothing was often dirty, and they were anything but rich. Then again, there weren't many wealthy people left after the fall of the world. None that Lethal had ever seen, anyway.
((:eager: And the show will be starting once Vos has finished with the lights. :XD))
