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Damion was definitely not good at catching things, so when he saw how hard his god threw the card, he did what his instincts always had him do and tries to make himself as small a target as possible by dropping back down to all fours, his hands held up in an attempt to protect his face from possibly being hit by the card.

Gypsy watched the others. Some were nicked with cards while others were met with a more devastating force. Cards couldn't be lethal... right? Then again these cards were in the hands of a God so... better be safe than sorry. She kept her eyes fixated on their beloved lord and she tried her best to dodge the card that was thrown at her. Her best left her with a small wound upon her arm that ripped into her sleeve. She contained a sigh - whether it be of relief or sorrow, she dared not tell - and plucked the card from the fresh wound. She wanted to say something, anything, but she was too scared to speak.

Gin on the other hand was not so lucky. He was met with a card to the face. A small cut ran along his cheek. The only luck that fabled lady bestowed upon him was that he could cover the would be scar if needed with his hair. A faint bow, begging for forgiveness was all he could do as his knees gave a telltale sign of the fear that rattled through his body. "M-my apologizes for not catching it, Lord Venezia..." Gin soon frowned a bit and cautiously went over to Silk to see if he was alright. He extended a trembling hand out to the dancer. "...You okay?" He whispered softly.

Deker had no reason why he had not visited his god since the festivities. He had spent a lot of time sitting around doing nothing. As all the fun had disappeared with the carnival. In his boredom he finally decided to go see his god. As he drew near he could tell there was something going on inside and his interest was peaked. He strolled right in through the doorway and looked around with his scrutinizing gaze. Unfazed about being late, he let his gaze fall onto his god. A small smile creeping onto his lips he folded his arms and leaned casually against the wall.

Damion felt the card smack into his clawed hands where they'd been protecting his face. He hisses slightly, then picks the card up from where it had fallen after, inching away from all the others in the room with a low growl of warning to any coming close to him. He looks at the card and just stares at it as it fades to be replaced with words.

Venezia did not let the newcomers go unnoticed. With a snap of his fingers the lights went out for a moment then shined upon the two who were so foolishly late. "Let's give me a round of applause, shall we~? They finally dragged their sorry hides here to join the show!" A wicked smile was concealed behind that mask. Why yes, he had potentially ruined Zeran's flare and possibly startled the others. There were times when Venezia was in fact flat out rude or inconsiderate. But in comedy all is fun and games, especially when someone gets hurt.

Snap.

The lights of the shrine flickered back on and Venezia closed his eyes for a moment. "Hmm..." He pressed a finger to his veiled lips in thought. One by one he began to read the cards his followers were given. In the process he flicked two towards the stragglers.

* Gin had to walk on his hands, up on the tightrope for the remainder of the shrine visit.

* Espia had to balance on a ball and juggle bowling pins for the remainder as well.

* Damion was unfortunate and had to crab walk through out the shrine, up on the rafters. Venezia had his reasoning.

* Gypsy had to dance while balancing fragile, and valuable, plates on her head.

* Jianjun and Silk were left with the task of trying to distract the others. How? Well that was up to them to decide.

"In a carnival, one must expect the unexpected. One must gather the courage in order to perform flawlessly. One must not let their mind wander or... costly... mistakes can be made." Venezia stepped closer to the majority of the group. "Consider this training. You may now begin."


(( Have fun with this guys, you can make your Pockettu as derp or as serious as you'd like on this matter. Carnivals are supposed to be fun and although Venezia can be terrifying, he wants them to enjoy themselves during training sessions |D!))

Deker didn't so much as flinch as the spotlight was shifted to him. His small grin remained as his mis-matched eyes looked at his god. Unfolding his arms he clapped his hands slowly a few times in response to Venezia's words. Out of the corner of his eye he noted, but could have cared less about the disgruntled centar that had also taken the spotlight with him. Lowering his hands he watched everyone in the room with interest about this 'game' his great god had planned for them. His scrutinizing eyes glinted, ready for anything despite the fact he looked to just be casually leaning against the wall.

Zeren frowned as he was suddenly and unexpectedly bathed in the spotlight. Unhappy that his god had stolen away his grand entrance. It also bothered him that he had to share the spotlight with another, who had the opacity to applaud. With a huff he twirled his red staff, tucking it away on his back as the light faded back to his god. He watched and listened, still upset he hadn't been able to make his grand entrance.

Espia stared at her card and tilted her head. She wondered if perhaps her task had been assigned to her because it was something she could perform? She could balance very easily. She did enjoy walking the high wire after all. Juggling she did often as well. Though with regular round balls, the bowling pins were not as simple as that. Still, she didn't see how hard it would be to adjust. Espia cast her glance around the temple until she found the items she needed right next to her. In a temple dedicated to a carnival God, it made sense that certain objects would be used to create a sort of ambiance, right? She must have just missed them earlier. Espia nudged a medium sized ball thoughtfully. It was something big enough for both her feet to get on, but not so big she ran the danger of losing control and hitting someone. Gripping it with her toes she felt confident in her control. She gave the ball a little testing roll, to make it move forwards as she weighed the bowling pins in her hands. Yes..they were quiet awkward. She would have preferred to have taken smaller ones if they had been available. All there was here were large heavy pins that made her wrists ache a little. She tossed one up in the air a few times, to catch it one handed until she got a good feel for their weight and how fast they would spin. Once she was confident enough, she began to toss the pins in the air. Her tail snapped about back and forth like a agitated cat's as she focused on the familiar but not too easy task laid upon her. If she had not been on the ball this would have been easy...but the challenge of keeping her balance while handling awkward pins had her teetering from one side to the other, her tail barely helping her to keep from falling off...though she doubted it would bode well for anyone to get behind her. She'd probably crack them with her tail and never notice.

Silk gaped at his card. His cheeks immediately turned red with embarrassment...before he even did anything! His blue eyes lifted and darted around the room as people started to do as their cards stated. Silk took his and tucked it carefully into the wrap of ribbon around his left wrist. Well...if he had to distract he already had the perfect means. Silk glanced at Gin, and felt uncomfortable 'harassing' him with his attempts to distract. Instead his eyes lifted upwards, to where the strange looking pockettu was walking around the rafter on his hands...backwards? How odd! But he was far too high up for Silk to distract.The zebra centaur and the very brightly colored boy didn't seem to be doing anything yet for him to distract them from... So all that left was the girl with plates on her head. He wasn't going anywhere near Espia with her tail snapping around like a water hose turned on full blast and let loose. Silk watched Gypsy for a few moments, then steeled his nerve some. He stretched his right arm out behind him, then with a quick flick of his wrist forwards, he attempted to snap the end of his dancer's ribbon as close to Gypsy's nose as he could manage...he only hoped he didn't actually hit her....