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Scorch was almost shaking in rage at what had happened to their God. He was plotting all sorts of fiery revenge for whoever had done this, and as soon as someone mentioned patrolling, he immediately spoke up. "I'll patrol," he says, turning without another word to leave the tent.

Kriss blinked. "I'll go with you," he says to Scorch, knowing full well the hothead was likely to try and leave and do something stupid. Scorch didn't act like he heard him, and just stormed on out, the illusionist barely keeping up.

"Uhm...." Flash mumbles to himself, wondering what to do. He also wasn't so good at the prayer thing, since Venezia always seemed to be around to talk to normally if need be. Finally he shrugs though, and settles down out of the way of those tending to the God's wounds to try and mimic the others in prayer.

Ivrea opened her eyes when she felt a tap on her hands. When she heard Espia speak she blinked. "Ah... of course. That's a wonderful idea..." She felt a smile slide its way onto her face as she placed her hand in Espia's then offered her other hand to Silk after tapping his hands gently to get his attention. "Let us all pray together."

Sekan watched Scorch leave and frowned a bit. He would need to be watched closely to make sure he didn't do anything stupid. Looking towards Gyspy and Alistar he tipped his hat to them. "Go take care of the defenses you two. And please keep an eye on Scorch~ We don't need that hot temper burning him~" He winked then looked towards the others tending to Venezia. They seemed to have that situation under control. A voice spoke out behind him, one of confusion. He turned to look at Uliad. "Hm..? Of course~ You may either go join the partol, pray to our Lord, or assist those tending his wounds, perhaps they need fresh water or supplies?"

Gypsy tensed upon feeling a hand on her shoulder. She honestly wasn't expecting it and she would have swiftly tried to kick Alistar if she didn't realize who it was shortly after getting spooked. "Bells, its you..." She sighed in relief and nodded. "On it, Sekan!" She bowed and proceeded towards the tent exit. "Coming, Alistar?"

Mimiko appeared besides Sekan and placed her hands to her cheeks, opening her mouth in a shocked manner. The demi-goddess was unable to speak, a natural born mute, but she simply titled her head after and drew a question mark in the air. When Sekan informed her, perhaps without thinking, to send a message to Hexynia, she nodded and was off.

Italia was still struggling to come to terms with what she saw in front of her. She snapped out of it when Sekan called her name and told her to accompany Mimiko to go to the Hellhound Goddess. "...But I..." Her voice faltered and she didn't move until Sekan assured her Venezia would be fine in their care. With indecisive footsteps, Italia stepped back and headed to follow the demi-goddess. She glanced back at her father twice before shaking her head and hurried up to catch up. She had to be brave. She had to be strong.

Zevneia continued working on what he could to clean away the blood. He discarded the now bloodied ribbons and flicked his tail anxiously. "I'm more of a thief then a healer but I know that where there are cuts there should be bandages." He offered with a weak smile towards Skullbash. They had to keep their spirits up otherwise this whole place was going to end up in a panic of sobbing and wailing..least thats what the jester cat feared.

Gilbert made good time making his way to Venezia's domicile. He stopped outside though and looked the place over before creeping inside. He just needed to get the mask and make his way back!

Alistar looked vaguely amused at Gypsy. He supposed he should have expected her to react with surprise after seeing such a shocking sight. His head lifted, and he nodded curtly at Sekan. "Consider him watched." He promised, then trotted after Gypsy. He gave a soft chuckle in an attempt to keep his spirits up. "Of course. How about a ride?" He offered her while holding his hand out. Carrying her would save him the trouble of being distracted over the urge to keep a eye on her as well as looking for any potential threats. His eyes darted off, and he called out. "Hey Scorch! Wait up would you? I have a few ideas!"


Espia smiled when Ivrea understood what she meant. Grasping her hand firmly, Espia turned her head to the others that began to approach the circle that was forming around Venezia. She lifted her hand and offered it to Apple Spice when the merchant came to join. She waited for the gathering carnies to take their places, then with a firm nod of her head she began to pray aloud. "Lord Venezia. God of Carnivals. Patron of our family in heart and spirit. We pray unto you. God who offers us shelter and direction. Lord who shepherds our whims and whimsy. We offer to you our heartfelt desire for your recovering. We offer to you our love and share with you our desire to see you rise anew. You who we love, you who we cherish above all others. Hear our voice and know our hearts. For it is you who we love." Espia prayed aloud, her eyes shining with hope while gripping her fellow carnies hands. Once her prayer was finished, she simply began to repeat it.

Silk lifted his head and blinked at Ivrea when she touched his folded hands. he hesitated, then unfolded his fingers. With a faint flush of shyness, he placed his fingers lightly into the fancy females. He noticed Jangles for a moment before his partner headed out to do what he was best at doing. He heard Skullbash mention healers helping, but he had already joined the prayer circle and didn't want to leave. This was where he felt he belonged. Swallowing nervously he waved his hand at Flash to invite him to join beside him in the prayer. He blinked and glanced as Espia began to pray aloud, and with hesitation he began to echo her words.

Roisin continued to hold Venezia's unresponsive hand. Blinking her eyes, she flicked her ears and looked around. Did she have any healer skills? Not particularly. She looked to the prayer circle. While she didn't move to join them, she began to whisper the repeated prayer to her God while moving a hand to stroke over his fingers.

Uliad pulled his gaze away from those caring for their lord to cast a glance the group prayer. He had never been good at the group thing, and felt that he'd just get in the way of those caring for Lord Venezia. He gave a jerky nod at Sekan. "Supplies, that I can do." Nearly tripping over his own feet, he hurried out to collect bandages, and to raid water bottles from Spice's beverage stand.

Apple Spice plopped down in a rather ungraceful manner, swaying in spot before grasping Espia's offered hand. Some pithy remark came to mind, but he bit it back. Now was not the time for making japes, now was the time for him to be serious.

Jangles gazed after others who'd gone out to scout before seeking out the highest peak he deemed he could reach and climbing. He found himself a suitable perch and set to keeping watch, the wind toying with bells, causing them to softly jingle.

Zevneia continued his work on cleaning and wrapping wounds. His attention ad never been so focused before. He found himself mumbling the repeated prayer being chanted by the prayer circle.

Gilbert kept Sekan's warning in mind about dallying inside of Venezia's private domicile. keeping his attention focused, he located one of the spare masks, then scampered back out. Clutching the mask to his chest like a vulnerable infant, he ran on slippered feet back to the tent. "Ah! I'm back!" He gasped as he held the mask up. Should he place it himself or... No...Instead Gilbert offered the mask to Sekan. It was far too important a item in reference to Venezia. Plus, he didn't feel comfortable brushing away the shattered mask to replace it with the new. it seemed like a action someone like a demi ought to perform.

Alistar had a look on his face that said that under better circumstances he would have had so many flirty remarks to make to Gypsy at this moment. Instead he made certain she was comfortable on his back as he cantered after Scorch and the small group that were set on protecting the gates. With a slight wave to Kriss the centaur attempted to prance around in front of Scorch and block his path. His eyes were narrowed with a scowl on his lips. "Your not the only one outraged Scorch. The best way to make sure we go after the right person is if we wait for Lord Venezia to waken. " He didn't look down at the fire on the others fists despite the urge to look down. His head nodded slightly towards Gypsy on his back. "Gypsy is right. We will do more harm then good if we go looking for a fight without more direction. We don't even know where the fight happened. Whoever hurt our Lord will be in just as bad a condition as him at least. So they probably are hidden somewhere licking their wounds. We won't find them running off without a idea where to look. We need to set up a perimeter. Protection is more important the vengeance right now. We need to protect the carnival while Venezia is vulnerable."He tried to convince the flaming boy of a better focus for his rage then just running off.

Espia was tempted to close her eyes as she chanted aloud. She felt her heart beat racing as the others around her joined in her prayer. When the voices melded into one, it felt as if their voice was her voice, and hers was their. One unified voice, just as she had suggested. The jester kept her eyes open, as she did not wish to miss the moment when she was positive Venezia would rouse and hear them.

Silk grasped Flash's hand when the other pockettu joined him. His head instantly bowed and the shy dancer began to whisper the words of the repeated prayer. He glanced from time to time at Venezia. It was hard to see him so torn up and hurt. It seemed so wrong and unreal!

Roisin listened to the voices of the praying followers while looking helplessly at those tending to Venezia's wounds. She blinked slightly when Sekan knelt down beside her and spoke to her. Nightmares were bad, she was certain it would be counter productive to their attempts to bring him around to wakefulness safely. Roisin managed a weak sort of smile as she attempted to keep her spirits up with a slight joke. "Well, the story of the sleeping princess comes to mind. You could try kissing him and seeing if that wakes him up." She suggested, then peered down at Venezia. Her smile faltered as she moved her hand over Venezia's once more. As a carny she felt she ought to always have a spark of laughter and merriment inside her. But all she felt now was gnawing worry. "I wish there was a God or Demi that could affect sleep or dreams. Then we could ask them to go into his dreams to help him wake up... I...Suppose we could try to stimulate his other senses. Fill the air with the scent of carnival food. Have music playing along with the prayers. Shine a spotlight on him? Surround him with the elements of the carnival in full swing and hope that these things can reach him into his dreams?"

Zevneia frowned at the wounds. He was too busy checking some of his bandages to even realize Sekan was replacing the mask. All of a sudden Venezia seemed to leap up. His ears pinned back and he stared at Venezia. "But...the only ones here are us. How can't it be safe?" He asked his God and in part the carnies around him.

Gilbert bowed respectfully to Sekan, then backed away a step. he kept his eyes averted as the shattered mask was replaced with the one he had fetched. It seemed silly but he felt as if Venezia had been returned half clothed, and now with the mask in place he was decent once more. The masked carny looked up just in time to see veneza awaken. "Ah!" He declared with delight at first, then echoed his cry with dismay when his Lord would act...more out of sorts then was normal. Gilbert stumbled back a few steps and raised his hands in front of him as if to ward off some potential backlash to their gods awakening.

Alistar was pleased with Gypsy backing him up. He pawed the ground nervousely and glanced towards the gates of the carnival. His mind was already spinning off ideas and thoughts on how best to protect his God if need be.

Espia was so relieved to see Venezia move! Restored of his mask, she pondered if perhaps it's replacement had been the catalyst to draw him back to wakefulness. There was a moment of cold shock that traveled down her spine and to the tip of her tail. When Venezia ordered them to stay away, that it was not safe around him, Espia closed her eyes tightly and focused on her prayer. She did not hesitate for even a beat in it's repeating circle. She hoped that the repeating prayer might help ground her beloved Lord and bring him the calm he needed to collect himself.
Silk was positive that in some small way the group prayer had helped Venezia awaken. Yet his response, the summoning of the dagger and being yelled at stay back...at first Silk thought perhaps Venezia was just confused. Thinking he was still in battle with his oponent. His praying faltered in confusion when Venezia insisted it was not safe around him. It was Espia's voice, remaining srong and unfaltering that helped the little dancer resume his own praying.

Roisin respectfully averted her eyes when Sekan replaced the mask on Venezia. Her mind was already pondering ways to bring the life of the carnival closer to venezia. "Popcorn." She mused. It was a common scent that stirred up thoughts of the carnival. "Isn't there a--" Roisin lifted her head to look at the prayer group, then froze. Venezia was up! But he was... "No." Her voice was small at first. As Venezia was now standing, she pushed herself to her feet. She lifted her hands towards her God and took a very small tentative step towards him. "My Lord. Please. Calm yourself. We are here to help you. We have all been so worried over you." She managed a small smile as she added. "And why wouldn't it be safe by you? You are our God. If you are not safe for us to be around, then we will make things safe for you instead. "