Ophelia smiled at Jatan's comment and walked over to one of the thicker barred, unoccupied cages, unlocking it with the key hanging nearby. The cage should have been plenty big- it was large enough to walk into, and a smaller person could have stood upright in it. As Jatan came out, he grabbed the key and locked the cage shut. Ophelia started to turn, thinking that they were done, until she heard Jatan's thanks and saw him smile again. She felt color rush to her face, and was grateful for Kita's sudden appearance to draw Jatan's attention away from her blush. "I wish you wouldn't call me that." Ophelia muttered, sounding a bit disheartened by the nickname, but not sounding convicted in her wishes.

((Front page has been updated! What time it is and the weather.))

The night continued on with no performance. After everything that had happened the circus folk decided it would be best if they canceled the performance and made the move. No one wanted to stay behind for more hunters to come looking for them. Though Zalia still didn't have her magic the circus acted on it's own and transported them in the middle of the night to London.
It is the next morning and everyone is just waking up. Fliers have already been magically posted around London stating they will be performing the next night.

Akasha yawned as she woke with the first light of dawn, silently climbing from her sleeping cot. Walking to the bowl of water, she washed her fast, quickly waking her up, before she moved to her personal chest to grab some clothes to change into. Few minutes later, the avian shifter stepped from the tent dressed in a pair of dark grey short shorts over navy blue knee-length tights, a pair of black flats, and a black spaghetti strap top. Pulling her long blonde hair back into a high ponytail, she stepped into the mess tent. Grabbing bowls, plates, pans and silverware, the young performer began the makings for a large breakfast of pancakes, waffles, sausage, bacon, eggs many ways, and lastly freshly diced fruit.

Caleb shifted a little as his sister left, easily slipping back into sleep for a little bit longer. Thirty minutes later, the silvery blonde male shot up in his bed, green eyes flashing as they landed on Nakita's empty pile of pillows and blankets. Frowning in confusion, Caleb threw the covers aside, slipping on a pair of shorts over his boxers and a tank top. Leaving their tent, he looked in the mess tent, smiling softly as he noticed Akasha cooking and swaying softly to the music she had on the radio. Moving from there, he checked the library, then the training tent, not finding his youngest sibling in either. Worry filled him but he tried beating it down, not wanting to be worried for nothing and freak out Zalia or Jatan if they were to come by at any minute.

Ophelia groaned as she woke up, hearing the telltale signs of light rain on her tent. "Ugh, rain." She muttered, her gold eyes flashing in annoyance. 'Of course it IS London, what do you expect?' Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she threw on some of her mangier practice clothes- in this case a tank top and pair of cloth shorts and some high boots before moving to her 'door.' Looking up at the gray, dreary sky, Ophelia groaned and made a break for the accurately dubbed 'food' tent.

"I hate rain!" She declared as she threw open the tent's entrance and stepped inside. She was surprised to see that someone else was already awake and inside. "Oh, hey Akasha."



(Nothing is happening, tralala~)

The morning's luscious golden rays had tickled the features of the Germanic looking male. Eyes fluttered open and took in the day with blurred vision. The sunrise was beautiful, once you got past the drizzled remnants of what might have been a late night's rain. A sudden jerk at his side broken his impaired vision, causing him to finally see the glorious day that was opening up before their eyes. Shaking the male who was curling over to continue with his dreaming, he tried to get the other to stir.

"Brother, look."

The ceaseless shaking finally stopped but only once the blonde was on the floor. With a bit of a moan, the other male pushed himself up, using his arm to keep him upright. Sleepy eyes stared into the brilliant sky that was dotted with clouds and a wide array of bright colors. A bit of uninterested washed over his face. Looking from his bed to the sky to the face of his brother, he groaned. "Wake me when it's something noteworthy," he muttered before flopping back on the rickety bed.

"Oh, okay. Well then, I guess I should remind you that today's the day!"

"You say that everyday," his voice had a growing sense of annoyance in it.

Pouting, his greenish-brown eyes turned away. "Fine then, I'll get started on the hunt on my own. You can catch up once you've had adequate beauty sleep."

Sure enough, at the mentioning of hunt, Jack was up and out of bed faster than a 'whippoorwill's ass in high fly time.' Clothes off, body in the shower, soap all over, soap going down the drain, and then body back out in the open (and without a towel on), the brunette reached for his bladed gun.

"Uh, brother. You're forgetting something." His hand pointed toward the male's nudity and then toward a pile of clothes. "We didn't do laundry last night. We're fresh outta everything."

The excited emotion drained from his eyes and was immediately replaced by a painfully dull look. "What the hell are you standing around for then! Go buy us something!"

"Okay, one dress coming right up." He had ducked out the door long before the bottle of beer (empty) was hurled across the room. He would return about an hour later with two tailored suits. Taking the vest-shirt combo for himself, he left the tailed-coat to his brother, who he knew would look rather dashing in the attire.

Both being man of class (even with the insufficient funds), they both refused to walk around in another less than a button up and tie. Black worn boots were wrapped around both their legs and both had a matching belt.

Once donned in their goods, the two stepped toward the closet and pulled forth their weapons of choice. The older but shorter brother always leaned toward his bladegun and best friend, Wolff. The younger and taller brother was usually too unsure of himself so he opted for a slew of weapons with varying attacks. After the weapons were secured to their person, they moved down the shared hallway toward the main lobby area.

The rest of their morning was spent walking down the streets looking for clues and a man who claimed to know something about unnatural people that performed. It was a bit of a stretch, but they needed the job and the thrill of the hunt was always a joy. And so, they went to work snooping for clues and getting a taste for the area - and the locals.

It seemed like Ayumu was never done travelling. On this gloomy morning the young girl of Asian descent found herself waking up in room that she vaguely remembered renting the night before. She had been so tired when she arrived here in London. Her strange attire had received many curious and disapproving looks, not that she cared. The morning had come too soon for her, but the woman forced herself to get up. She washed up and changed into fresh clothes before putting on her armor once again. She slid one dagger into each of her boots before looking over her other weapons. Deciding that for now she didn’t need her bow she picked up the glaive that was carefully wrapped in cloth. “Time to go in search of clues,” she said looking at herself in the mirror.

Exiting her room her blue-gray eyes scanned the hallway. A slight yawn escaped from her lips as she made her way to the lobby area of the inn. Before long the woman was out walking the streets in the drizzle. Just like the night before she received many looks of shock, curiosity and disgust. None of this bothered her, by now she was use to such things. She wandered about somewhat aimlessly getting a better idea of the layout of the city and places where those abominations might be in hiding.

At one point or another, the brothers had managed to split from the other. Jack and Wolff, being the responsible two, spent their day turning up every lose stone with the hopes of finding the less than reliable Ryder. It was during their searching and hunting that they wandered into a pub, which immediately foiled the plans of finding the blonde. When liquor was involved, Jack lost himself. The rough taste of the bitter ale was always so tempting and offered a great form of escape. Besides, if he hadn't found Ryder by now, he wouldn't find him anytime soon. When the two got lost, they got lost.

While Jack was busy drinking down his hard-earned cash, Ryder was playing the handsome charmer. He already had three ladies on his arms and was going in for the fourth. He would have succeed had one of the girls not noticed some fancy man by the name of Sir Robert Smithington. He was a wealthy fellow with a thick mustache and an even thicker checkbook. In a matter of seconds, Ryder went from stud to sucker.

Ducking into a park, the blonde scratched his head before pulling out a lit. Giving it a drag, he watched as the cloud of wispy white smoke danced it way up toward the sky. The day was still young but the lack of breakfast was starting to take it's toll on him. His earth tone eyes searched the area and eventually landed on a man who was setting up a cart. Looking hard, he saw that the man was selling some dried jerky. He could easily afford that, he told himself. With the usual air of confidence in his pace, he strolled up and procured a piece of meat. It really hit the spot but it didn't seem to fill his craving. He needed something more. A real piece of meat.

That's when it came to him with a pair of long, slender legs and some nice curves. Hooked instantly, Ryder could feel his heart pound from his chest. This woman, she needed to be his. Throwing on the charm and slicking his hair back, he made his move.

It was a slow approach but it still shined with his usual charming aura. When he was finally upon her, the male moved into bow before glancing up at her with his murky-brown eyes.

"Sorry," he said while moving up from his bow, "I thought you were someone else. You've the face of fame and the beauty of an angel. I just assumed you were the princess. My apologizes," turning on his heel, Ryder wore a grin. Would she take the bait and call him back? Or would she berate him for being a fool? He hoped for the first, but knew today was not turning out in his favor so he figured he would get himself a lashing.

((Hahaha, I'm glad to see that our hunters are getting some air time, but where is everyone else?))

Walking down a crowded street Ayumu stopped at a stall where a merchant was selling fresh fruit. She knew what some of the fruits were, but not all. Still ignoring stares she was receiving she looked over the apples. Gingerly she picked up one that looked good and examined it, as she did so she could feel the merchant watching her closely. It was starting to get on her nerves. “Sir, if you a have problem with me than speak up and stop staring. It’s rather rude.”

The man looked like he was shocked that this Asian looking woman spoke English. He stammered, “Sorry miss, it’s just we don’t see many women in armor or from the orient wandering alone around here. Are you wanting to purchase some apples?” The annoyance she was feeling must have shown on her face as the man seemed hesitant to move closer to her. She placed the apple back down. “Even if I did I doubt my money would be here. Good day sir,” she spoke, her tone edged with the annoyance she felt by the way people seen her. She couldn’t justify fattening the pockets of a man like this one or most of the others that sold their goods in the marketplace.

Even though her stomach protested her decision the young woman left the stand and disappeared into the crowd once again. Moving silently and quickly Ayumu scanned the area starting to get a good idea of how this part of the city was laid out. It wasn’t long before she noticed a park. That would be a good place to take a rest and maybe find something to eat. Her stomach growled at her demanding that she have breakfast soon. She took her time as she walked along the path into the park barely enough noticing the cart vender and the tall blonde man by it.

She was a little surprised when the man approached her. At first the tall and slender woman looked slightly puzzled at the blonde haired man that bowed before her. English wasn’t her first language so sometimes when people would speak to her it took a moment for her mind to process it so she could answer them properly. Her expression returned to being blank as she stared at the blonde with grayish blue eyes. Before she could even reply to him he had already turned away. “Clearly it was your mistake sir. Maybe you need to have your eyesight checked...” her voice trailed off as she kept herself from saying anymore to the stranger.

A small grin formed on her lips briefly. She felt a slight satisfaction from what she had said to the man. She wasn’t exactly sure what the blonde wanted or if he had just made an honest mistake, but really it didn’t matter to her. Her mission was always her first priority and normally she had little interest in anything else. Today like the day before was not turning out the way she had hoped, but anything could happen.


((I'll post with my performers after someone else posts))

"Clearly, you don't know a compliment when you hear one. Nor did you pick up on the fact that I was… nevermind." Why was he even wasting his breath on this woman? She was obviously not from the area as features suggested. Still, she was interesting.

Tossing a piece of dried meat her way, he commented in a rather snarky tone, "That's meat and you eat it." A haughty look was smeared across his features as he turned away from her again. "I suggest you act a little politer or you'll find yourself in more trouble than you wish. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to engage in some tomfoolery and find those which do not belong here and remove them from this land." Leaving with a shoulder shrug, he sauntered away.

His footing took him to an old woman perched on a park bench. Gripped between her knobby hands was a fedora of the finest quality. Impressed and immediately interested in it, he took a seat beside the old lady. "My fair lady, what troubles that beautiful face of yours?" He was laying on the charm a little thick but the winkled elder didn't seem to mind.

"Oh, I was just decided what to do with my late husband's hat." Her hands moved toward a trash receptacle.

When his eyes saw this, they dilated. "You can't just toss a of that caliber out!" His hands seized the hat and pulled the object toward his chest. "How much," he asked while fingering the gray material.

"Keep it," her soft voice whispered. "You seem to love it as much as Byrne did so it's yours. Wear it with pride, handsome." She rose to her feet, leaving Ryder to man the bench himself. Hat in his hands, he flipped it atop his blonde head of hair and rolled on a beaming grin. It fit flawlessly. Its grayed color even matched his pants, making them a complete set. Pants, tie, and hat were all in unison now. White shirt and rusty vest squared out the look. He was, if he did say so himself, dashing looking.

Before pushing himself off the bench, he pulled out another smoke only he didn't lit it this time. Bobbing between his lips, Ryder moved from the bench and began to walk toward the end of the park, hands in his pockets, muttering to himself something about 'if I were a nonhuman, where would I hide.'

Letting out a heavy sigh Zalia leaned her head back and let it rest up against the tree. Closing her eyes she tried once more for like the hundredth time to connect to her magic. But sadly it was still gone. How was she suppose to protect everyone and perform without it? Never once in her life had she been magic-less, she didn't know what to do with herself. She felt empty and broken.

Opening her eyes she looked down at her lap and picked at the ground. Heaving out another sigh she gracefully got to her feet and quickly made her way to her tent. After jumping in the shower she dried off and threw on some clothes. Her outfit of choice was a pair of tight leather pants and a long flowy grey tank top. Sitting down on her bed she pulled on a pair of leather ankle boots and then tossed on a black leather jacket. Her motto, when feeling powerless dress like a bad-ass. Shaking her hair out she let it fall freely down her back. Standing up she glanced over at her staff and bit her lip. Shaking her head softly she let out a small sigh and left her tent.


Groaning Jatan stood up from a crouch and stretched his back like a cat, which in fact he had just been. Not trusting anything after last night he had went on a patrol run and found nothing. Looking up at the sky he glared at the rain. He absolutely hated rain and the shorts and tank top he was wearing weren't helping matters. Jogging over to his tent he quickly changed into jeans and a black t-shirt. Then he pulled on some socks and a pair of black boots. Grabbing a dark grey hoodie he pulled it on and zipped it half way up then threw up the hood.

Leaving his tent he started walking over to the food tent when he saw Caleb up ahead. "Hey kiddo," he called out and made his way over to his nephew. "What are you looking for?" Jatan studied Caleb's face with a frown. It was hard to see but he could see the hint of worry behind his eyes. "Or better yet who are you looking for?" He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.


Both on their tails the twins slithered through the forest, daggers in each hand. Like Jatan they hadn't trusted an easy escape here to London so they were out on patrol. Az looked over at her sister and nodded, they were done for now having not found anyone. Both women turned back to the tents and made their way back.

At the food tent the shifted to their human forms and walked inside. Again the twins matched. Both were wearing a pair of thick leggings and a tight cozy sweater. Instead of pointe shoes or ballet flats they were wearing fuzzy boots. Being from a desert tribe of Naga's the twins hated cold weather. Azra's leggings were black and her sweater a tan color, her boots were tan also. Chenol's leggings were dark grey and her sweater was black, her boots being black also. Azra had her hair up in a bun where Chenol had hers in a side braid. Each twin hid their daggers in their hair as they were walking over to Ophelia. "Hey Akasha!" Azra called out to the hawk shifter. "Morning Ophelia," Chenol said softly.

In a way the man had caught her interest slightly. She still had a small smirk on her lips, but it seemed he hadn’t noticed then again maybe he had. She caught the piece of dried meat with ease. “Really, I didn’t know that,” she shot back at him in a sarcastic tone.

Her blue-gray eyes narrowed at his words of warning. “I somehow doubt that since I can take care of myself. Go ahead and leave, not like I was keeping you here to begin with.” Get into more trouble than she can handle? What a ridiculous idea. Who did he think he was anyway warning me like that? He’s just mad because I didn’t fall for his charm. Though I wonder what he meant by he had to leave to find those who don’t belong here…a guy like him couldn’t be a hunter, could he? She ponders these thoughts for a moment, soon brushing it off. If he was another hunter she’d find out soon enough. Not that it would make much difference, she had her priorities.

She couldn’t help herself from watching the man walk off from her as she took a bite of the dried meat. Well at least she got something to eat out of the strange meeting. For a moment she considered following him in an attempt to find out if he was a hunter. Shaking her head she decided against it. Instead she headed for the end of the park, adjusting the wrapped up glaive she carried with her.

“Where would I hide if I was one of those abominations?” She asked herself, still slowly chewing on a small piece of the dried meat. A large grin formed on her lips as she continued to talk quietly to herself. “Sometimes the best place to hide is in plain sight…”


Maiara awake in a rather good mood. Unlike most of the others she enjoyed this kind of weather. It was a bit cooler than what we would have liked it to be, but that was somewhat to be expected since they were now in London. Even though she was in an unusually good mood she still moved about slowly in her tent. She took a longer than usual shower before tossing on a black fitted long sleeved shirt with a dark red and blue tribal design, a dark red mini skirt over blue leggings and knee high black leather boots with dark red design on the cuffs. She dried off her hair some before tying a dark red bandana in it and also she didn’t forget one of the most important accessories in her wardrobe, her necklace. Once she was satisfied that she was ready to meet the day she emerged from her tent into the gloomy weather outside.

Her crimson eyes scanned the area. After last night she was on guard. All she noticed was some of the others moving about, heading to the mess tent. She moved silently over to the tent and entered behind the twins.


Ciaran growled at his alarm. Why had he painted such an annoying thing into existence? It took him several moments of swatting his hand around before he finally found the infernal device. Picking it up he throw it across the tent. Somehow it managed to sail outside of the tent before finally crashing into the ground.

The silver haired man laid in his bed staring up at the top of the tent debating whether to try to get some more sleep or drag himself out of bed. Several minutes passed before he finally reached a decision. Slowly he dragged himself out of his bed and over to his wardrobe. He picked out a slate blue hoodie and a pair of gray pants to wear along with a pair of black boots. His clothes seemed to somewhat reflect the weather and his mood right now. Once he was dressed he made his way over to the mess tent and entered behind the twins and Mai. “Morning everyone.”

Ophelia looked over her shoulder as the naga twins came walking in. She flashed the two a smile- she knew the sisters hated this sort of weather just as much as she did. "Azra, Chenol." The Fae caught a flash of silver as the two brought their hands down from their hair. "You two just get back from patrol?" She questioned softly. After what had happened in Greece, Ophelia knew that most of their more powerful performers had spent the better part of the night patrolling the circus borders. It was a good thing they likely wouldn't have a show tonight, or several acts would have been dead on their feet or out right cancelled. Still, the caution was definitely necessary, with Zalia's magic still gone. Ophelia's whip was coiled at her waist, and a short silver dagger called her belt its home as well.

Akasha trailed off from her humming along to the instrumental music and paused in her chopping vegatables to look behind her. Smiling softly, she nodded to Ophelia. "Good morning Ophelia. Azra, Chenol." She added as the twins came in afterwards, blue eyes glancing towards the pancakes she had on the skillet. Nodding to the male as well in greeting, she turned back to her cooking in time to flip the pancakes. "Did you all sleep well? Breakfast should be done soon. I'm making a little bit of everything." She spoke as she pulled a couple from the burner to place on a plate then pour more. "I did dice up some fruit if you want some of that before I finish the rest."

Caleb looked up sharply as he paused in some tense stretching. "I am not sure, but I don't think Nakita came to bed last night. I didn't want to say anything to worry anyone, but I can't lie to you or Zalia-momma." He spoke, half worried how upset Jatan would get. Naki was rather precious to Zalia and Jatan as the baby of the quadruplets. "It could just be nothing though." He added in listless after thought. "I did plan on trying to find her if I didn't see her in an hour. She's not the baby her size makes her out to be, but I guess we all just can't help but worry and think her as such." He chuckled lightly, knowing that at least for him it was true. Him and Akasha certainly did tend to treating her as younger than them by years instead of minutes.

Ophelia smiled at the shapeshifter as Akasha rattled off the different foods. "Sounds great, Akasha. You need a hand over there?" She asked, hoping that helping Akasha cook breakfast for the troupe would get her mind off the sudden surge of hunters that had managed to locate them. She couldn't even say that there was one less to worry about with Casmir locked up in the animal tent- hunter or werewolf, he was still capable of killing them all if they weren't careful. Ophelia unconsciously ran her hand over the many small scars on her torso, and one large one- nothing quite scarred the Fair Folk like pure iron. She'd been sick for a over month as her body slowly fought off the poison in one of the circus's empty cots.

She'd never let hunters ruin what they had here. Not while she was breathing.

((Can anyone else tell I'm not sure what to do? Cuz that's when the backstory comes out!))

The twins both smiled at Ophelia and nodded. "We couldn't trust a clean escape," they said together. "So we had to check it out," Chenol said with a shrug then Azra continued, "Jatan was out to." She gave Ophelia a knowing smile. She could tell that the Fae had a some feelings for the shifter. Hearing someone come in behind them the twins turned around and waved. "Morning Maiara, morning Ciaran," they said together once more. Sniffing the air they moved gracefully over near Akasha. "It smells delicious Akasha, we're starving," Az said as she moved to grab some of the fruit to fill a bowl for her sister and herself.


Jatan frowned when Caleb told him Nakita hadn't came to bed last night. He had to admit the thought made him panic a bit. Chuckling he nodded his head. "You have a point, we all do tend to treat Kitten as the baby. Can't help just feel protective of her." He paused in thought and then remembered his conversation with her last night. "I think I know where she's at. She asked last night if she could babysit the new werewolf. Now I'm kind of freaked out so I'm going to go check and see if she's there. Coming?" He asked as he turned around to start walking to the animal tent.


Letting out a frustrated groan Zalia stalked into Jatan's tent. Walking over to one of his closets she ripped the door open and stepped inside. Glancing at all the weapons before her she picked out a glock and after checking to make sure it was loaded she took off her jacket, put on a shoulder harness and placed the gun in it. Throwing her jacket back on she went and picked out a knife, that she stuck in a boot.

She was starting to feel cooped up and was going stir crazy. Being around the circus without her magic was killing her. After writing her brother a note explaining that she went into town, she threw it on his bed and left. Luckily the circus had appeared right next to the town so she didn't have far to walk. Sure they had cars and bikes but she didn't want to drive anything. The walk would clear her mind. Zalia headed straight for the park.

Akasha grinned at the twins, then glancing over at Ophelia. "Sure sweetie. Why don't you grab a bowl and whisk up some eggs for me then work on the waffles? I'm thinking of making some omelets too. Would you like to chop up the veggies and ham for that?" She offered. Aki could tell the girl seemed to be frazzled about something, but wanted to be distracted. She certainly gave the girl a couple things to do to distract her. Checking on the bacon, she smiled as it crinkled nicely then grabbed the tongs to flip it. "I think I might cook the eggs last, the meats and the others should hold their heat longer than the eggs will. What does everyone like on their omelets?" The first part had just been her talking aloud, the question though, she had directed to everyone else as she turned to a skillet with shredded potatoes. They were coloring nicely on the underside, so the hawkshifter threw in the slivered onions next, stirring up the mixture to allow the onions cook and soften some.


Caleb chuckled at Jatan's nickname for his baby sister, if Nakita knew, she'd probably be pouting and stick her tongue out cutely at Jatan. Hearing that she'd asked to babysit the new werewolf had the wolfshifter very tense and alert, shooting up to stand at his 'uncles' side and following Jatan. "You don't think she would have treated him like the other animals and shifted to sleep in his cage too?" He asked, thought the very idea suddenly caused him to start jogging over to the tent in question just to get there faster.

((Muahaha, wait 'til Aki finds out that Ophelia's all frazzled cuz she's crushin' on Jatan and worried about him!))

Ophelia laughed. "You trust me with knives?" She asked teasingly, loping over and grabbing a bowl and whisk, balancing them in one hand and the egg carton in another. She glanced up as she Maiara and Ciaran came into the tent behind Azra and Chenol. "Morning, Ciaran." She greeted the illusionist. Mai had remained quiet, so Ophelia did the same. It wasn't that Ophelia didn't like the fortune teller, but that she didn't really know Mai. And, perhaps it was just because she was more sensitive to such things, but the youkai seemed to just have a... presence about her that rubbed Ophelia the wrong way.

Whisking the numerous eggs quickly became repetitive, and she found her mind drifting to earlier subjects. "Azra, Chenol, didn't you say that Jatan was patrolling with you? Never known that big lug to miss out on food." She said lightly.

It didn’t surprise Maiara in the least that no one really spoke to her. She was still considered a new comer since she only joined the circus a mere three months ago. Hearing the twins she smiled a bit. “Morning,” she said simply before moving out of the way of the male behind her. Truthfully she was a little surprised to see Cia here already. She figured that he would have been one out patrolling all night. Then again maybe he had been and that’s why the male seemed so gloomy, her opposite right now. It wouldn’t be a surprise if almost everyone had been out, unlike her. All she was really able to do was to send out some of her shinigami to keep an eye on things.

The young youkai moved further into the tent, stumbling slightly. She was suddenly feeling a little light headed which caused her to curse under her breath. Pulling out some cards hidden within her shirt sleeved she turned on her heel to face away from everyone. They didn’t need to see that she was calling back the five shinigami she had summoned the night before to help protect everyone. Even though she had slept most of the night, it wasn’t enough rest for her to continue controlling so many shinigami at one time.

Once she was finished she turned back to the others, an unusual smile on her lips again. “If you need help with anything I’ll help out,” she offered. In her mind it was going to be amusing to see how everyone reacted to her cheerier side. Maybe it would help lighten up the mood around the circus after what happened.



((I’ll post something for Ciaran later. Just not sure what I want to do with him at the moment.))

((Don't want to write to much for Jatan. I'm leaving it open for Nakita's reaction Amani!
Oh and I'm leaving Zalia's post open for your characters BBR and Xavi))

Hearing Caleb caused Jatan to pale, to actually pale. "Oh god," he groaned out and started to full out run to the animal tent. He whipped inside and began to look around frantically. "Kitten?" He shouted out.


Both of the twins had sat down on top of a table, with their legs crossed in the lotus position and bowls of fruit in their laps. "Bacon, chives, and ham," they said together in answer to Akasha's question. Turning their attention to their fruit, they began munching away until Ophelia spoke to them. Grinning they glanced at each other and when Chenol lowered her head back down Azra turned her grin towards Ophelia. "Yes I did. He was out all night, didn't sleep a wink. He is known to never miss out on food. With that nose of his he should have already smelt it and been in here. Maybe you should go find him he could have passed out from exhaustion," she couldn't contain the grin that was on her face so she ducked her head down like her twin.

While her Az had been speaking Chenol had been watching Maiara. She was newer to the Circus and the naga didn't know what to think of her next. But the change in her mood surprised her as it did to her sister. Az looked up with a puzzled look on her face before smiling at the newbie. Setting her bowl down she placed her hands on her table and then swinging her legs up she flipped backwards off the table. After landing gracefully on her feet she grabbed another bowl of fruit. "Here Maiara, come sit with us," she said with warmth in her French accent and sat back down, placing the third bowl next to her. Maybe it was time to get to know the fortune teller.


After entering the park Zalia let out a heavy sigh and looked around. There were a few people walking about but not many. Spying a bench she walked over to it and threw herself on it. Looking up at the sky she just sat there and thought.

Nakita shifted, one large furry paw covering her face while the other was tucked under her chin. Ear twitching at hearing one of the names her beloved uncle liked to call her, the large feline grumbled a little before changing into her human form. Yawning as she sat up, she crossed her legs, lifted her arms high above her head, humming at the satisfying pop as her back realigned. Running a hand through her hair, not realising she was mussing it up more and causing it to stick out in all directions with a few straws of hay becoming more noticable. Standing, she moved over to the cage door and paused. Blinking, her mind seemed to jolt awake at the sight of a fully opened cage. This was not good.

Exiting the cage, she had looked down for thought as she jogged away from the metal contraption, only to bump into Jatan as he was coming toward her, landing firmly on her butt. "Damn." She bit out, rubbing her tail bone slightly as she looked up to see both her brother and her uncle, the latter looking pale, but both showing clear concern.

Caleb quickly caught up to the older male, feeling his worry increase as he noticed the open cage door, not immediately seeing his baby sister. Watching her jog out of the cage though, then run smack into Jatan had a small chuckle bubble out, but it didn't last as he let the worry leak out. Moving around his uncle, he dragged Kita up, pulling her into a quick hug before letting her go and glaring down at her with his arms crossed. "What the hell were you thinking?! Sleeping in here is one thing, but to sleep in his cage! AND leave the door open? He was a hunter! Changed or not, he still would have killed you and who would have known?!" He growled out, not quite shouting, but certainly close as the worry changed to anger. Watching her tear up a little, it made him feel bad, but he wouldn't budge.

Kita enjoyed the short, but tight, hug her brother pulled her into, though when he started to yell she looked down in shame. Trying her best not to cry, she was strong, well was supposed to be. She knew she had worried everyone, but she wasn't a baby anymore and it had been a chance for her to do something not just helpful to Momma and Uncle, it was something personal. She had to face her fear of the Hunters if she wanted to be more of a help on patrols and such. Hugging her body, hands clasping her elbows tightly, she wasn't sure what to say, her only hope was that Uncle didn't yell at her too.


Chuckling at Ophelia's tease, she swatted at the air next to the other girl with the pancake flipper in her hand. "I'm sure if you screw up too badly I can save the food. And you too I guess." She teased back, Pulling the bacon off the skillet and onto a plate already covered with a paper towel to absorb excess grease. Glancing up at the young illusionist, Akasha smiled brightly. "Thank you for the offer sweetie. I think I'm good now, but you can probably help me with lunch or dinner. I'm feeling fish tonight, and we've got plenty of tilapia, salmon, mahi mahi, catfish and cod. I figure being in England, we could use the fish in different ways." She replied, turning back to pull off more pancakes, then get the waffles onto a plate.
Blinking as she looked around, she realized that having Ophelia whisking up the eggs, it freed up some of her time. Shrugging, she picked up a nice and began dicing up the ham and veggies, as well as crumbling some of the bacon and delicately slicing the herbs. Ophelia could just chop up the rest of whatever everyone else wanted on their omelet.

Ophelia felt her face flush as Azra teased her. She should have known better than to keep bringing up Jatan around the two Naga sisters; of course they would pick up on Ophelia's crush. Still, she couldn't deny the fact that Azra had a point- Jatan would be the kind to work himself to exhaustion, especially when Zalia was the one who needed more protection than any of them.

Akasha's teasing and ideas for dinner distracted Ophelia from the twins. "I could go for some good ol' fish and chips." Ophelia quipped, putting on an exaggeratedly bad English accent. She handed the bowl of eggs over to Akasha, having whipped them into a light yellow froth at this point. "Hope everyone likes their omelets fluffy. Now, who wants toppings?" She grinned, grabbing one of the knives and doing a quick flip and catch.

((Alright Crimson, I’m going to wait on Xavi a bit before posting with Ayumu again.))

“Alright and by the way I’d like peppers, sausage and cheese.” The young youkai turned her attention to the twins whom offered her a seat by them. At first she was hesitant to join the pair, but she knew she needed to start getting to know the others better. “Sure,” she replied as she walked over to the table. Her crimson eyes moved over the naga twins. “Thank you for inviting me to sit with you,” her tone was polite, but really she wasn’t sure what to say. Socializing was never one of her strong suits.


Ciaran’s ears perked at the mentioning of fish. Fish was one of his favorites and it had been a while since he had some…well a while for him anyway. He yawned a bit as he finally took a look around to see who was in the mess tent. The weather was doing little to help him not feel so tired from spending most of the night on patrol. Lazily he walked over and took a seat at an empty table; the smell of food was the only thing that was keeping him awake right now. That being the case he debated whether or not he was too tired to eat. Deciding it was best to at least eat a little something he called his order for his omelet. “Can I get sausage, bacon, onion and cheese in mine?”

((Oh god, sorry I've been gone. Was having issues on WTF so I totally forgot about this site. I shall work on my post... eventually.))

((will be working on my post in a bit. It shall go right here....I hate my life and I want to kill the people I work for...))

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The shifter couldn't help but smile when Kita bumped into him and fell down. But soon that smile fell as her brother started to rip into her. She needed to hear it, what she did had been extremely foolish. But Jatan also knew that she needed to have done it. He understood but he didn't like it. Letting out a heavy sigh he watched his niece and the tears that began to well up in her eyes. He knew now was the time to help her get over what had happened to her. Looks like he just took on an apprentice, if she wanted to.

"Come here kitten," he said softly and pulled her into his arms. With one arm around her back and holding her close he had the other hand moving up and down, petting her hair. "I think it's time you and I talked. If you want, I can teach you to not be afraid of them anymore. I know how bad you want to be able to face your fears Kita. Now that I'm back and you're more ready we can work on it." He smiled down at her and tugged lightly on her ear. "What do you say kitty cat?"



Looking at each other and then back to Maiara, the twins grinned. "No problem!" They said together. Chenol then went back to her bowl, leaving most of the talking to her sister who was the more social of the two. "So Maiara where did you grow up? If I ever ask something to personal or something you really don't want to answer please just tell me. I find that I tend to..uh how do you say it in English?

Mais ou je ne suis pas voulu."

Chenol smiled and spoke. "She said she tends to but in where she is not wanted. After all these years you would think our English would be better," smiling Chenol looked back down at her bowl.