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Nathan Darrow - Tightrope Walker

Something strange was definitely going on. Everyone seemed to be tense and confused, and Nathan, as proud as he was, tried his best not to show those same emotions on his own face. He stayed close to his fiance, looking around the strange room and feeling...

Different.

The same?

He looked at his partner in crime, his companion above the crowds, his light, his safety net. Together, they were one of the most thrilling skyward acts ever contrived, the danger of the wind never throwing them off balance once they climbed those ladders. He on the tightrope, she on her swing. He shook his head, trying to clear his head.

"What the ********?"

Mason

Watching the way Lia draped over Dimitri made Mason annoyed but also warm? Like looking at his family but also like....they were trouble.

And brought around that he SHOULD be looking for someone. "Eh? What?" He didn't have his glasses on, but he did?

He was wearing a tux with his glasses but then....In his clown makeup, he had nothing on. "Son of....Bees." He corrected his terminology. "I'm not speaking to him like anything that he isn't use too...." He mumbled again.

"I thought I was missing someone." His heart ached, but he wasn't sure why. He could remember leaving behind blue purple haired beauty, but it was surrounded and moved to when Lia and Dimitri had found him off the street, where he had been pick pocketing and shop lifting.

Quick fingers moved up quick in the circus. Too bad...the ringmaster had died and they were...

Wait what was happening, there was no ringmaster in their life. Edenite was their leader, and sure they called themselves circus....but....

Dimitri

It was funny, really, and Dimitri laughed as he stood there, not quite the same kind of laugh that came from pinning someone down and watching the terror etched across their face as he drained them knowing full well no police would ever be able to find him. It was an unexpected kind of funny. When he'd been a boy, when Dimitri had been a boy, his mother had always tried to hug him. Tried to coax him to say idle things like I love you. Tried to do all these silly, petty little things he had no need for to stroke her own ego at having created another life. They would've been easy to do, but in a way, it gave him some measure of power over her - a stroke of satisfaction to know he could bring her to tears over something as pointless as a hug.

He gave those things to her now, of course, when appropriate, to spare himself the hassle of any more doctors prodding to get into his head. But it held no appeal for him.

But Dimitri, the eyes he was seeing through now, and this touching had a whole new connotation. Lia had done this to him for years, and he allowed it now as he always had. It was warm like a coat, and familiar, and it did do something for him. Was this what it was like seeing the world through a new pair of glasses? She'd been there forever, even if it'd been no where near as long - but he did like both the Lias in his head, so he didn't fret too much over it.

Even the exchange between Mason and Lia had him laughing, familiar in its unfamiliarity, and this was okay. "Son of Bees. I like that one. Try that bit on your next audience." He waved Mason off. "The only thing you ever miss is the punchline, but you're getting there."

He saw someone then, from the corner of his eye. Fire flared up in the pit of his stomach like he'd just downed half a bottle of something potent. That was new for him, too, and a little exhilarating, frankly. There wasn't usually much that got under his skin.

Them. They'd given Mason a hard time. Accused him of something, just because he'd picked pockets for a living once. That's right. They wanted him out. Gone. Dimitri smirked suddenly, grabbing for what he perceived to be a knife. (It was actually a plate.) "I've got a new bit I've been practicing, myself, " he said, laughing to himself as he tossed it up and down in his hand. "Let's see if my aim's any good today, huh?"

With a practiced hand, he flung the plate directly at Nate's head, cackling the whole time.

Seren Yong

Seren smiled when he came back and was reaching for him, when she saw the look on his face. Her expression faltered and she reached for him, her arm going around his waist. She pressed her lips to his cheek, as she took the drink, murmuring "I love you, Nate. I love you. And Remy. Or..." Her expression went confused as realities intertwined. "Or the lions. Remy?"

Her voice wobbled for a moment as she had trouble processing which was real... Their wonderful dog son Remy, or his lions, big and beautiful and strong. They obeyed him without a thought, and put up with her antics when she did clowning... she hated clowns why would she do clowning... around them. The king of the pride even let her ride him sometimes! But Remy would snuggle her at night, warm in bed when he had to work and she was watching their dog son.

"Ugh. I love you, that's what matters." Her voice expressed that she was confused by the situation, and the fact that she did not know how to handle this duality in her head... But she refused to give up on trying to comfort her boyfriend.

And then she saw a flash of white and a plate... Or was that a knife?... came flying through the air at Nate, and his head. She shrieked in anger, her drink flying from her hand now as she shoved Nate down, interposing herself between him and the flying... object, her brain refused to acknowledge which was actually coming at them. It hit, hard, on her shoulder because of the angle and she cried out in pain, part of her convinced she had taken a knife through the shoulder, the other half feeling a plate hit with the thin edge, then bounce, leaving only a bruise.

Raleigh is a clown~

Nate Whitmore

He leaned into her when she pulled closer, drawn in by the comfort he knew only she could bring him in times like these. Her confusion seemed to match his own, memories teetering between a lovable little dog and a little family of majestic creatures, tamed but loved and well-cared for, but he ultimately nodded because she was right. She loved him and he loved her and that was all that really mattered.

He was about to reply when she suddenly shrieked. His reflexes were much slower than he would have liked, and before he knew it he had been pushed out of the way, causing a memory flare once more. He felt his heart ache as he remembered one of his best and youngest elephants taking a wayward knife to the trunk. And that cackling was familiar in the worst of ways.

He got up and quickly helped Seren back to the chair and making sure she was okay before looking around for the perpetrator. The trio was easy to spot, three he didn't know...and then three that were familiar. The b*****d knife-thrower was one of them, and he stood and stormed over. His fists were balled but at his side, a scowl marring his face.

"The <********> do you think you're doing?" he damn near shouted as soon as he got close enough. "Flinging--" he faltered, because he wasn't sure what it had been. A knife? A plate? "Flinging s**t around at random people?"

Mason

Mason blinked as he saw Dimitri's face change and watched as a knife...wait a plate?

Wait....Why was he flinging stuff? It hit a woman...who had saved her boyfriend from taking the hit and he blinked. He didn't know them, but the clown...

No wait he did know them, They accused him of something. "Dimitri wait...." Mason's head was hurting so much. "Something's not right." He didn't react to the couple now, as another memory washed through. He had been in the circus, and he was a clown on the stage and he delivered a punchline wrong.

It was all wrong.

"This is wrong." Mason slammed a fist on the ringleaders fence which was actually a table, another 'knife' dropping to the ground. Visible frustration of what was going on was marring the normally annoyed expression that Mason carried. Even when he was a clown. "I can't deal with this anymore!"