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 Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 8:46 pm
 ✖ x x x x xOʀ мαʏвє... ι'м αʟʀєαɗʏ ɗ є α ɗx x x x x ✖
Alexander watched the oddly coloured boy with a wary and tired eye. The bright, bright greens and purples clashing and complimenting each other seemed to be another minor hallucination of his. People don't really dress like that, common sense said, but thinking too much never did him much good.
Fear was evident even to the intoxicated man with or without his abilities, and so in a rather poor attempt to be considerate he took a step further away from Iyokou, getting just a little closer to... oh, what was this man's name? He just began to become conscious of the other man and all his oddities. Alexander didn't need time to know a man, though he may need time to understand him. Already he picked up a few things. Homosexual. Naturally deranged. Contortionist. Phobia of cows and spiders. Much, much more than he'd every want to know. Now he really didn't want to know this man's name.
"The last four times I went over to the mess hall, I've vomited profusely on the grounds simply being there... And Ace is busy. Always busy..." Eye contact seemed to be non-existent as his eyes began to look beyond the tents, something somewhere in the forest.
"I just need someone to go there and get food... I can direct this man to your tent in the meanwhile." He wasn't that desperate to continue human interaction.... If you haven't realized, he's just not quite all here.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 10:03 pm
 I F Y O U B E M Y S T A R
I ' L L B E Y O U R S K Y
Y O U C A N H I D E U N D E R N E A T H M E A N D C O M E O U T A T N I G H T
W H E N I T U R N J E T B L A C K , A N D Y O U S H O W O F F Y O U R L I G H T
I L I V E T O L E T Y O U S H I N E
Mel closed his eyes, sighing through his nose, and patiently suffered the glitter being tossed into his face. Rage at the insolent treatment bubbled up within him, but he suppressed it. They irritated him, but they were right in one regards: neither of them was worth the effort to the other.
He opened his eyes again as he heard the twins walking away and glared reproachfully at their backs. "Those two are ... something else," he managed.
He waved his hand, and a light breeze whistled around him, taking the glitter out in a sparkling swirl. He considered sending it towards the twins for a moment, then decided to simply let them drop. At his feet, Luciano paced back and forth, agitated. Don't you wish we could kill those two?
Don't talk like that. Meldellevo turned to Aemilio with a small smile. "You quite all right?"
IxxL I V ExxTOxxLETxxYOUxxS H I N E ✡ ✡
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 10:41 pm
  Mr. Twist was normally very good at ignoring background voices while he read his medical texts. He would be able to scan through a chapter's worth of information, memorizing it all, even while he was backstage of a performance right before his act. It was a talent, he figured. Normally. As of recent, his talent seemed to have escaped him. Every single word from the growing group outside continued to float through his tent, and block out the words on the page, replacing the words 'Morgellons Disease' with useless chit-chat. Mr. Twist figured it must have been because of his illness, and the lack of human contact that came with it. Still, he was a patient man, so it took reading the same line of "persistent skin lesions" at least eight times before he realized he'd have to read somewhere else.
Popping a cinnamon cough-drop into his mouth, Mr. Twist carefully book-marked his page of "Illness and Disease: the Strange and Unknown" with a 'Cirque du Noire' ticket as a bookmark. He closed it silently, then took hold of his cane, the metal of its top feeling cool to the touch. With care, Mr. Twist pulled himself onto his feet, and walked to the opening of his tent, using his cane for the needed support it gave him. Tucking his book under his arm, he exited his tent, pausing for just a moment to take a short glance at the three speakers before him. I was correct. The voice belonged to Alexander... He turned on his heel, scuffed dress-shoes touching the ground soundlessly as he passed by the three men. Surely there had to be a place somewhere in such a beaten-down circus that he could continue reading without disruption.
((My character needs to be more social. I'll try to find Ace in my next post, I guess. ^_^"))
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 11:18 am
“Sssssssss”….Thump!
From within a seemingly forgotten clothing trunk, the sounds of life rang through quite clearly. However, it would go unnoticed for the moment seeing as how the storage tent that now housed the “missing” freak-show leader’s personal possessions was unoccupied aside from the continuous sounds of shuffling inside the single clothing trunk and the occasional rock that it gave way to as the person inside attempted to open the lid. Unfortunately, the lock held without even the slightest hitch and a breath-less, muffled swear came from inside the wooden chest.
And then things went silent. No more struggling, no more grunts. Silence. The being within had ceased all forms of movement aside from those necessary to breath as she heard the familiar sound of a large, scaled body dragging itself across the dirty floor in the direction of her make-shift hide-a-way. A large, toothy grin split across the female’s face. Looks like she wouldn’t be stuck for much long after all. And she needn’t even break her way out, what luck!
The soft shift of rough scales over wood and metal and the “click” of the latch sliding out of place gave her the okay to lift the lid, which she did so without any hesitation, standing at her proper stature of 5’11” and stretching her body as far as she could. The reptilian woman was completely nude and the many thousands of scales that littered her body seemed to be brighter and shinier with the slightest discoloration. But that was to be expected, with fresher skin came a fresher look, it really made the long wait of having to hide after shedding all the more worth it.
But, she supposed it was time to get dressed and explain herself away. Eli must have been awfully worried, after all, and with her luck, she was in deep s**t with Sil. Yes, this was definitely going to be a bit of a hassle.
Stepping out of the small wooden trunk—honestly, the fact that it was even possible for her to curl herself up so small would have been amazing if she were human—she bent back down and pulled out one of her many performance out-fits. The almost lingerie-like attire fit just as perfectly as before, even with the fact that she’d yet to eat in quite a while. But that could be tended to later.
“Now then, Goliath,” The large-bodied snake looked up expectantly and gave a hiss of acknowledgement. “It’sss time to go ssssay hello to our family~ I bet they’ve missssed ussss!” With her large grin still in place, the white haired woman threw open the storage tent and stepped out ready to yell out her presence….until she saw the large, looming skeletal structure that she was pretty damn sure was the performance tent last time she checked. Just what had conspired in her absence?
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 8:27 pm
 “Good afternoon,” the Illusionist greets Noire’s entrance guard with a friendly smile, “may I see the list of personnel who had passed here?” The guard gave him a nod and handed over the roster from the booth. Ace looked down the list and noticed a familiar name on paper. “Mr. Rush is here,” he said with a bit of a surprise. Having a busy schedule, it was hard for Ace to keep track of the new member down, especially when the brunette likes to come and leave the place randomly at will (he does keep a perfect attendance though). Nothing else is known about the contortionist outside of name and occupation, since the two men only had a very short meeting on Avery’s first day of being here.
Unsure of Avery’s exact whereabouts, Ace looks at the hand written name of Mr. Twist’s. He couldn’t help but ask the guard this question, “Do you happen to remember Mr. Twist’s complexion when he passed by earlier today?” Sure, Ace has this problem with being a bit too nosy toward other people’s wellbeing, but why not? They are his coworkers after all. It’s natural for coworkers to have clashing views and preferences with you, and thank goodness that no one else had intentionally caused physical harm on others. Besides, he was asked to check up on everyone by his own boss. “Pale. And tired,” said the guard, “He’s much better than when he had left, sir.”
The magician gives the roster back to the guard gratefully, “Thank you. It’s nice to know Mr. Twist is doing well.” The guard waves the comment away as this is nothing that concerns him (best to not get close to this bunch of crazies). “Have a good day,” Ace said, paying no mind toward the other man’s reaction. Turning around to leave, Ace decided to head toward the sleeping tents. If he’s lucky, the young man might bump into the other members of Noire there. If not there, there’s always the mess hall he could revisit (he already had his lunch). If that also fails, he could come back to the mess hall later around dinner time, once he finishes checking up on the chimeras and the barn for the afternoon. If someone was to look for him, they would know where he’d be at the time (thanks to the note left inside his sleeping tent).
Ace arrives at the sleeping area that houses everyone who works here at Noire. Because of the members' –ahem- mature and private chit-chats/discussions going on inside the tents, the young man decided to avoid interrupting them (out of courtesy while) he passes by. Walking on further, he picks up a few voices from somewhere nearby. One of the voices seem to belong to the quieter member Ace is somewhat familiar with. Two of the other voices are louder, one being very familiar to him while the other is not. When he took a few steps toward the direction of the voices, someone decided to filter out all voices by turning the radio's volume up to the max.
"Eh?" Ace’s not sure what to make of this sudden noise. Everyone inside the nearby tents starts to get riled up due to the obnoxiously loud music.
“Oh, for the love of-“
“The horror!”
“Didn’t you learn this the first time I whoop your a**, you little punk!?”
“Ahahaha!”
“Wee! Catastrophe of the day has finally started!”
The Illusionist slumps his shoulders and sighed out in distress.
“That’s one heck of a groovy music you’ve got there, dude!”
“Ta-ta, you good for nothing people in this good for nothing place! I’m leaving you all for good!”
“Calm yo’ tits people!”
“Seriously, I never get a decent night of sleep around here!”
“RAGE!”
Bee whines. All these noises are hurting its sensitive bunny ears. After a few more comments get thrown around, the person with the radio turned down the volume. Having not budging from where he had stood since then, Ace could hear the person responsible for the commotion to laugh out loud from within the tent, though, not loud enough for others to hear him/her. Ace marks this person’s name down on paper as per Sil’s request, for he/she is not being well behaved. Ay, just another day at Cirque du Noire.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 3:43 am
Mr. Twist believed the area couldn't have gotten more disrupting to his reading. What a horrible misjudgment that was. Nearby, from a tent Mr. Twist could pick out from the cluster, spouted the loudest, most obnoxious song, likely from a radio judging by the sound quality. Soon after, an uproar of displeased voices shouted through the blaring tune, only seeming to make matters worse. Male... young... female... young...older...ruggish....devilish...male...immature... Mr. Twist cringed slightly, mind processing too many voices at once. He was sure he'd heard some of those voices before. He must've imitated them at one point in time.
Moving his cough drop around to his cheek with his tongue, he stepped past a few tents to try and escape the racket. It wasn't long before the voices simmered down, no longer as irritated when the radio's volume was lowered. It was a relief, but the sleeping tents were still no place for someone to sit down and read a good book; at least when everyone was awake. Mr. Twist made a mental note to re-teach himself the art of ignoring voices. Finding a quiet spot to read would have to do for now.
Hobbling down a pathway between tents, Mr. Twist halted his cane in his hand when he saw Ace, the magician, not far from where he stood. He remembered that if Noire's ringmaster was busy, this was the man anyone was to report to with questions, concerns, and the like. Mr. Twist referred to Ace, in his mind, as the circus secretary.
Silently, he approached the sapphire-haired magician, glassy pale blue eyes focused on the man. Mr. Twist lightly tapped Ace's shoulder after sliding his book under his other arm. He knew his own voice would probably be too soft by itself to get his attention. "Pardon me...I believe it would be good of me to report of my return..." he said in his quiet, whispery voice, pausing for a moment when he recalled something. He'd signed his name at the entrance of the circus gates. He had no need to announce his arrival whatsoever. Feeling sheepish, he retracted his hand back to hold the wooden part of his cane, eyes down cast. "Nevermind."
((Character interaction fail XD))
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 1:54 am
It seemed that, in her absence, quite a few things had changed….and quite a few new faces had appeared. There were many stares thrown her way from some second and third tier members. Or, at least, she’d hoped they were that low in ranking. Most of them seemed horridly uninteresting in her own opinion, so unless their dear Ringmaster had lowered the Cirque’s standards—to which she HIGHLY doubted—they simply HAD to be grunts and low leveled performers. And, seeing as how she’d never seen them before, it was more than a little obvious that they had never seen her before either.
Eyes upon eyes were gazing her down as her heels padded across the walk-way, the sound that would have normally been made by the stilettos she had become so attached to being dulled by the soft ground. “Geezzzz, by the way their looking, Goliath, you’d think I were ssssome kid of frea—Oh. Bad analogy…Shut up!” The chortled hissing coming from the lengthy reptile didn’t cease despite her irritated command but she didn’t really care. She was in mission mode, dammit! And her mission: To find someone she ******** recognized to get filled in on what the hell happened while she was asleep. Unfortunately, the only people she saw were unfamiliar and either gaping at her scaled body or trying—and failing miserably—to avoid looking in her direction. (Her more twisted sense of humor would have normally had a field day with toying around with them and maybe even trying to take a bite out of someone if she weren’t in such a hurry.)
After another few moments of taking twists around more tents, and even going so far as to yank open a flap or two to see if the movement inside came from anyone she knew, Reivyn groaned and ran a hand through her loose hair. The white tendrils hung far down below her knees now, it had had plenty of time to grow without being maintained while she was locked inside her trunk, but it looked nice enough, she supposed, and who really liked bothering with hair-pins anyways?
“Goliath! You’ve been sssslithering around here while I wasss asssleep! Where the hell issss everyone!?” The thick accent in her voice caused a few more people to turn her way in which she threw them all dirty glares, her patience running thin with all the ******** walking she’d been doing with no results. Sighing at the snake’s lack of response—he was just as much a drama queen as his owned and REFUSED to answer her when she had an attitude with him—she looked up…and caught a familiar flash of blue hair.
“Well, it’sss about time!” A victorious grin ripping across her too-pale face, she sprinted off, the heels doing nothing to hinder her speed, and dipped between a few tints, forsaking the path she’d been taking. Her vermillion orbs never lost sight of their target as she weaved about, intent on having a little fun with a sneak attack.
“ACCCCEEEEEEEE~!!!” With as much effort as she could put into it, she sprung forwards, arms thrown out in front of her, spread wide enough to wrap around the taller male in an attempt to tackle him to the ground and smother his face in her chest (it was always fun to laugh at how red his face would get~)…only to fail and instead smack into him with a fleshy THUD! His taller stature not giving her the advantage she had hoped it would and instead stopping her and the force that was driving her. “….I ******** hate your tallnesssss….”
[[OoC;; Need...more....awesome rape attempts!]
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 3:15 am
Mr. Twist swallowed his cough drop in shock as a screaming blur flew right past him and toppled into the illusionist he'd been awkwardly conversing with. His eyes widened substantially, and his whole body seized up as he managed to stop himself from shouting Töte mich nicht! at the top of his lungs. It was common for him to utter something in German when terrified...though far more common for him to stop himself before he could. Staggering back a couple of steps while his heart settled, the petrified Mr. Twist worked to right his composure. A few deep breaths started him off back to calm'sville.
The blur was a woman he worked with, he was sure of. Another familiar person, but one he'd had even less contact with than the others. Reptilian-like, and scarcely seen by him without carting around some sort of snake. Mr. Twist popped a cherry-lime cough drop into his mouth, his breath already saturated with the smell of the cinnamon one before. Female... unique snake-like way of speaking...varying in tones... The name wasn't coming to him. Unique name, as most were in Noire. Reivyn. That was surely it.
He brought his cane and book closer to him, contemplating if it was best for him to leave them to their business or not. All he'd come to tell Ace was that he was there, and he didn't even need to do that anymore. Still, Mr. Twist couldn't help but get a creeping sense of loneliness from being away from crowds of people for such a long time. Have I really become so accustomed to the company of others? Perhaps I need to work on that as well... A second dread made him reconsider not even a minute later. Forbid the day I ever make friends with a person who would so out-rightly attack me like that.
(("Töte mich nicht!" means "Don't kill me!". Google translate.))
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 10:36 am
Ace turned his head at the gentle tap on his shoulder, thinking that maybe it was something blown by the wind and it somehow landed on him. He unexpectedly sees a pale unfamiliar hand which made him tense up a bit. He lets his eyes follow up the arm that is clothed by black fabric, stopping at the red ribbon around the neck of the person who's standing before him. Immediately, Ace thought of those manga books he often read as a child, something about black rings around people’s necks, a mark for grim reapers to off the people's head. But that’s just a story, so Ace looks up to the owner of the hand’s face. What stood out most in the worn-out looking face (framed by dark lifeless hair), were the barely blue eyes. As if they knew each other in their previous life, elder man whispers his return to the younger one, where no one but the two of them could hear. Ace’s child-like face quickly went pale in fear.
Not soon after the awkward apology from Mr. Twist’s (which went completely over Ace’s head), was a female voice yelling out Ace's name. His little companion’s ears, Bee, perks up in alarm and flew away from his shoulder to void the coming impact. At the same time, the magician turns around just in time to find the reptilian lady hitting into him, failing to smother him. There was a short silent between the lady and Ace as he looked down at her new appearance. Long silver hair was let loosed this time, and it wraps around her body like her snake companions would normally do. “Ah…" Her scales shines a lot brighter than he last remembers it, making him squints his eyes as a few of the scales reflect the sunlight. When Sin looks up at him with a glare (probably just a pouting/disappointed face, but Ace’s already blinded by fear) and tells him how much she hates him, Ace freezes up for a second time after realizing just who she was. Oh Medusa-
"AAAHHH!!!” Ace let go of his paper/pencil and waves both of his arms around franticly. “Get-her-off-me! Get-her-off-me!” Taking a few steps backwards toward Mr. Twist’s direction, Ace swings Sin around (she’s pretty much attached herself to him at this point) as he tries to find someone nearby. He notices Mr. Twist standing there looking like he’s about to leave the two of them alone. Ace cries out toward the ventriloquist, “Help!” He wasn’t sure what the man could or would do for his personal misfortune, or whether bringing him into this problem is a good thing for Mr. Twist (it’s most likely not), but at least Ace’s not going to be alone with someone who gets more twisted the more he struggles.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 5:11 am
Loud, childish giggles came from the Romanian as she was whipped around and around as the bluette tried his hardest to remove himself from her grasp, to no avail, of course, her vise-like grip didn’t falter in the slightest. She had expected him to react like this, even if she hadn’t been able to properly topple him as she had hoped. “Aw~ If you keep acting like thisss, Ace, I’m going to think that you don’t like me~!” Despite her words and fake expression of dismay at his behavior, her red optics still sparkled with amusement, completely giving away how much she was enjoying the position she was currently caught in.
Goliath gave a hissy sigh at the way his owner was once again acting, his tail coming up to press against the area between his eyes in a, erm, face…tail (snakes can’t do face-palms, after all~). Sometimes being around someone with such an overwhelming personality had its rewards, but for the most part…it just caused him embarrassment. He was sure his brothers and sisters under her care would agree, too.
After having her fill of laughing at the poor boy’s anguish at her being nothing short of attached to him like a leech, Reivyn finally uncoiled her arms from around him and stepped back, giggles dieing off as she looked over and noted the other person that had, no doubt, been here the whole time to witness her actions. With a large grin still tearing her lips upwards, she lifted her hand and fluttered her fingers in a wave at the some-what familiar face. “Mah~ Mr….Twist, wasn’t it? You’ll have to forgive me if I’m wrong, inssstead, blame Ace, it’sss all hisss fault when I’m wrong anywaysss~” Waving the comment off as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, Reivyn hopped a little bit behind the aforementioned magician, grin turning larger by the moment.
“Ssso, wasss I interrupting anything? I jussst wanted to asssk what all I had missssed,” A quick tilt of her head towards the torched skeleton that was once the performance tent was all the explanation she gave—it was probably all she needed, too. “Ssseeing asss ssssome excitement ssseemsss to have occurred while I wasss sssleeping. But if I am interrupting, I can go hunt down sssomeone elssse~” Shamelessly she reached out and groped Ace’s rear-end quickly. “Ah, I sssupposse I can alwaysss jussst drag him to a tent and do dirty thingsss to him another time, too~”
Shrugging innocently as if her most recent actions hadn’t even occurred, the reptilian being twirled a long strand of her silken tresses and tilted her head once more, blinking with exaggeratedly wide vermillion orbs to further complete her little act. “Oh~ I almossst forgot…. Where’s little Iyokou? And Eli? I bet Eli’s been upset that I haven’t been around.” She sighed then, dropping her hand and pouting at the thought. She was definitely going to hear it when she found Eli. Oh yes, she could picture it now, she’d be apologizing for hours on end. How terribly cruel that she would be enduring that. "I'm...blaming everything that happens on you, Acey-dear~"
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 5:03 pm
((awww yeah. Feel free to ignore this stuff too!))  The acrobat sighed softly and nodded to Alexander. "Alright, alright. Is there anything you want in particular, or should I just find something edible?" he asked. He figured if he was going to go to the kitchen on an errand, he might as well do something right for once and not pick up something gross or inedible. Or something like that. As she followed the twins, something caught Mrs. Puppett's eye. She turned towards the entrance of the more woodsy part of the area and walked past the trees, looking around quietly before her gaze settled upon what she had noticed.
(If you don't like blood, SKIP THIS PART RIGHT NOW. I mean... it's not that bad... but yeah.)
A horribly mangled corpse lie at her feet, face down in a pool of blood. She turned the body over with her foot to see that the body couldn't have been dead for more than a few hours. The body was horribly disfigured to the point where she could barely make out that it was a male. The eyes had been roughly gouged out and the jaw ripped open. Looking lower, the man had been split open with a jagged sort of weapon and his innards were nowhere to be found. Both his legs were broken and bent at horrid angles, but that wasn't what she was looking at.
Kneeling down Mrs. Puppett reached into the corpse's open body, pulling out a bloody piece of paper and opening it to read the chicken scratch message inside. She read the message quickly before pocketing it and leaving the dead body as it was. She knew who did it and couldn't be happier.
Walking a bit father outside the circus grounds, Mrs. Puppett was able to make out a figure in the distance by one of the trees. She smiled and walked up to the figure. "My dear husband." she spoke.
Mr. Puppett pushed himself off of the tree he was leaning on and walked close to his wife, their faces nearly touching. "You've been gone too long..." he gave a psychotic smile and put a hand on Mrs. Puppett's shoulder.
The wife looked at her husband quietly, her smile fading. "I'm here now. Let me back into your mind." she replied, removing his hand from her shoulder. Something was... off. Perhaps she had been gone for too long. After all, it was her power that kept his mind blank enough to avoid a raging massacre. Mr. Puppett put his hand back where it was and pulled her closer. She began to struggle a bit, reaching for her cards.
"Let me back into your mind. I have certainly been gone too long." She warned.
Mr. Puppett yanked her forward and smiled by her ear. "I'm afraid I can't do that. I've never felt more free... my mind... it is calling out to me. It wants blood."
Mrs. Puppett gave a snarl. "I'm not going to let you do that. You've caused enough trouble already. We can't afford to be caught!" she hissed as she focused her energy into her cards.
"Then I'm sorry I have to do this, my love."
With that, Mrs. Puppett yanked herself free and took a shot at her husband, her focused hand slicing through a part of his shoulder and spraying blood across the ground, but it wasn't enough, and Mr. Puppett simply gave a wild grin before grabbing her arm and yanking her forward, driving a jagged knife into her stomach.
The brunette let out a soft grunt, coughing up a bit of blood and looked up at her husband with disdain, grimacing in pain when he twisted the knife within her body, causing blood to run down her body. After what seemed like an eternity, Mr. Puppett ripped the knife from his wife and stood up fully as she collapsed onto the ground, twitching and holding her bleeding stomach.
"I need my fun, my dear. I'll be sure to kill the women first. I remember how you dislike them so." he smiled and walked away, following in the same path Mrs. Puppett was just on - on his way to Noire. He'd save his wife's circus for last.
Mrs. Puppett finally laid motionless on the ground, slowly bleeding out. She gave a small sigh and closed her eyes. She supposed that she deserved this, but also wished that it wasn't her husband who had done it. Her body felt cold - colder than she figured it would have if someone else had done the deed. As her breathing became shallow and her skin more pale, a figure appeared, giving a smile before grabbing the dying woman and roughly dragging her away into the woods. Mrs. Puppett vaguely noticed in her dying haze, and could only think it was the devil finally taking her away.t h e C a r d M a s t e r
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 5:56 pm
t h e C a r d M a s t e r Avery Nodded in agreement to Alex's words. "That sounds fine to me. So where does Iyo here stay?" Parasite and Tapeworm Tapeworm sat hunched over on a crate, foot tapping the ground in annoyance. He and Parasite had finally made it to Noire and the first thing he had done was send her to get some supplies. Now she was late and throwing his carefully scheduled plans off. Tapeworm wasn't in the best of moods. All he wanted to do was set this circus up in flames. Was that so bad? She was probably throwing a hissy fit because she hadn't stolen anything shiny for a while. It wasn't long before Parasite neared her brother while taking incredibly careful steps while she cradled a wooden box to her chest. She placed onto the ground gently before opening the lid and pulled out a stick of brand new dynamite. "Parasite found where you hid the explosives!" she giggled in amusement. "Can we help the nice people and let them burn now?"Tapeworm smiled down at his sister. "Of course. Tapeworm will set up the explosives around the living quarters and while sister will release all the chimera's from their cages." he ran his fingers through her hair. "Meet Tapeworm at the Big Top." Parasite nodded and ran off towards the cages. It didn't take long before she was in the stable and was quickly unlatching all of the cages. In order to urge all of the creatures out she started a small fire in the center. If that didn't send the monsters running, what would? Tapeworm, on the other hand, stood in front of a tent. He believed it belong to a kid named Iyokou, but he couldn't be sure. Oh well. Whoever was staying here before was gonna be out of luck. Lighting the fuse, Tapeworm tossed the dynamite into the tent before he jogged away towards the Big Top. As the sound of an explosion echoed through the circus grounds, Tapeworm grinned as the explosion took out several surrounding tents. He was going to take over Noire. It was going to be his personal playground. And it was going to be beautiful.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 6:44 pm
((feel free to ignore the first two paragraphs. The last two are all that really matters))
When Ace had began to request for his help, Mr. Twist was absolutely flabbergasted. It would have been a disaster if he'd attempted to remove the reptilian woman from her perch on the illusionist. He tried not to picture it, lest he become paler in the face than he already was...if that was even possible. Strangely enough, in the heat of the moment, Mr. Twist had even taken a step forward and extended his hand to Ace, despite his better judgement. What a relief it was to see the snake-charmer settle down instead. Though, perhaps settling-down wasn't the proper term for it. After all, she hadn't stopped asking questions ever since she arrived, and to Mr. Twist, she was going a mile a minute. He hardly had time to process what she'd said to him before she jumped right over to the next topic.
A question about the events that had occurred at the circus was something that caught his attention. He too was in the dark about the reasons for the fire. It was a horrible topic to dwell on, and Mr. Twist found himself not wanting the details. He'd already reassured himself that it had nothing to do with him. If there was evidence that he was the target all long, he preferred to be in the dark. He grew tired of it all. Tired of running, tired of being afraid. But if he wanted to live, that was what he had to do. For now, ignorance was bliss.
As the one-person conversation went on, Mr. Twist decided he would definitely leave the two of them alone, undecided about it before. Being lonely sounded more appealing than being startled numerous times by the same person. "Yessss, my name issss indeed Mr. Twisssst." he paused as soon as he realized that he'd been mimicking her voice expertly without even thinking about it. His cheeks again gained a spot of colour as he lightly blushed due to his blunder. "P-pardon me. I was just leaving." he stuttered, back to his regular voice. He turned from the two as quickly as his legs and cane would allow, hurriedly reaching into the paper bag of his coat and retrieving a raspberry mint throat losange.
It was then that he heard the explosion. His un-beating heart seized up in his chest as if it were about to start convulsing once again from the shock. He stumbled, falling to his knees, eyes as wide as they'd been the night his life was destroyed. "Sie haben für mich gekommen!" he exclaimed to himself, far too terrified to remember the two behind him. It didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore. Mr. Twist was going to be killed. If be-heading wouldn't be the cause, then scorching flames would be his murderer.
(("Sie haben für mich gekommen!" means "They've come for me!"))
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2012 11:46 am
“I don’t!” Ace blurts out loud when Sin tries to insinuate there was something between them. He tries to push her away by the shoulders but his hand ends off slipping from the fresh scales of her skin (didn’t want to put a grip on her since she looks fragile at the moment). He quickly thought of going for her stomach, since it’s covered in cloth, but doing so would make it look like he IS into her if looking from the side. Placing a palm right on her face would be nice, but that’s just too rude. In the end, he just yells out “Get-off-of-me!”
With Sin finally letting go of him, Ace’s body loosens up as he sighed in relief. Now was a good time for him to just leave, but leaving the troublesome lady with Mr. Twist would be too cruel (even though it seems the guy didn't even offer to help when he asked for it), so the magician just look to a side when she starts talking to other man. When he hears Sin blaming her problems on Ace, Ace tenses up again. “M-My fault!? You’re-“ Before the magician gets to finish, the ventriloquist replied to her question with exact same manner/tone/etc, causing Ace to pause to blink a few times. Oh, he nearly forgot about Mr. Twist's talent, mimicry. The young man was about to ask Mr. Twist not to leave him alone with Sin, but the snake charmer reverts her attention back at Ace again, causing Ace to take a few steps backward away from her. “Nyeeeh...” He wasn’t too sure what Sin wants from him this time.
The snake charmer asked him what had happened over by the big tent, why it’s in such a poor condition (simply because she was asleep at the time). “Uh... Well…” Ace wasn’t too sure what to say, eyes looking away. Back in his mind, the reasoning is just ridiculous. Tent going on fire all of a sudden… …for no reason at all. “Hey, what are you-“ The magician was going to look around when Sin quickly went behind him. Before he realized it, she groped him in the behind. “!!!” Mouth agape, eyes wide, Ace jumped back away from Sin, still facing her. Oh god, what did she – harassment! Vile creature! She deserves the wrath of – “!!!” Bunch of thoughts runs through his mind, but nothing came out of his open mouth. He could feel his face burning very red, like a cherry tomato. He hopes that Mr. Twist didn’t see that (he probably didn’t since he was facing away from them at the time).
Boom! The earth beneath the magician rumbles from the direction of nearby explosion. Oh my god… Did that just came from Iyokou’s tent? Even though Mr. Twist was on the ground, Ace manages to stay standing. Taking a quick glance at the other man to make sure that he’s okay, in which he is since he’s yelling something out in German, Ace quickly ran toward the source of the explosion/sound, hoping that no one over there was badly injured. It wasn’t long that Ace manages to spot a few chimeras running around, and bumping into a stranger…
“HEY!” Ace yelled out toward a stranger who seems to be familiar. Catching up to him/her, Ace placed a firm grip on the person who’s slightly shorter than him and turned him/her around to meet face-to-face. The magician quickly recognizes the face belonging to that of Nelle Stelle’s twin, clothing wise, male, so, Tapeworm. Without giving the person even a second, Ace grips harder on the young man’s shoulder, letting vein/claw-like purple light to wrap around Tapeworm’s body quickly, trapping the young man in place. “Why are you here?” Ace asked him angrily after making about couple of arms lengths distance away from the Nelle Stelle person. Ace doesn't recall seeing Tapeworm’s name appearing on the front gate's list, so obviously, he must have snuck his way in here somehow.
A person’s life is not something to play with, and honestly, Sin knew better than to do something as dangerous.
“And where is your-“ before Ace gets to finish, he quickly realized that the chimeras he saw just now was probably related. “Damn it!” He kicked the air in frustration. “Mwee!” Ace looked up and saw Bee flying back to him. “Bee,” he said. Before saying anything further, Ace give Tapeworm a glance, and returned his attention back at his own companion. In rabbit tongue, Ace says “Check around the Big Top area. See if his twin’s there.” Ace was going to say chimera’s cages, but from the direction Ace saw Tapeworm was heading, chances are that he was going to meet up with his twin after he sets off that explosion (assuming that he's the one who made it).
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