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 Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 10:31 am
Of all the curiosities that surround Cirque du Noire, the most obvious one would have to be the troupe’s boss and Ringmaster, Mademoiselle Silencieux. As of late, Noire’s ringmaster has been rather reclusive, keeping to herself, and only emerging from her tent for practices and performances. She takes all of her meals in her tent, and only bothers to speak with the other members of the troupe when it becomes necessary. Naturally, her troupe begins to worry about their boss. What could cause her to be so introverted and isolated like that? Obviously she needs a good pick me up! But how? What would be the one thing that would make someone like Silencieux happy?
Your mission:Sneak into Mademoiselle’s tent while she is away and find her journal. Its hidden somewhere in her tent, but it may just hold the key to figuring out a way to cheer up the woman. Information:Silencieux doesn’t leave her tent often. However, lately she has been traveling out, while everyone has been asleep, into the woods by herself. Why she does this is another mystery, which can probably be solved by finding her journal, or following her. If waiting for the Ringmaster to leave wasn’t enough of a problem, there stands an even bigger problem – her pet. Silencieux keeps one of the chimeras that she uses in the shows in her tent, as a pet and a guardian. If you want to get to her journal, you’ve got to get past Veli. This will definitely not be an easy task, as Veli does not tolerate anyone but his mistress in the tent. By the way – food will not work as a distraction. Once you find the ever elusive journal, you will have to make sure you get the information you need, and return everything to its proper order before Silencieux returns. She is particular about the placement of things in her tent, and she will be aware if anything is not in it proper place. Good Luck, troupe members, and remember, don’t get caught!~
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 2:52 pm
Ace sighed. It been days since he been hearing Cirque du Noire members talk about Mademoiselle Silencieux. Her secluding herself from everyone is something Ace got pretty used to, but seeing and hearing about her doing that for nearly a week worries him. Ace pushes the wood chair away from the studying desk, and start pacing around the room. He went to his cabinet first, about to open it to take out a book, but he decided not to. He turns around and walked up to his houseplant, checking to see whether it needed some water. It didn’t need any, so he looked through the flap of his sleeping tent’s window. The sun outside is shining brightly, and there’s not a single cloud in the sky. Disappointed that there's nothing to distract his attention, he starts pacing around the coffee table that's located in the dead center of the room. His friend, Bee, watches Ace in silence by his bed.
After few minutes went by, Ace gives up and pulls out one of the coffee table’s chairs and sat on it. Nothing’s going to solve by itself if he doesn’t do something. Staring out the doorway, Ace start thinking about how he’ll confront Ringmaster Sil. First, it has to be casual, he thought. “Hm,” straightening himself up and putting a smile on his face, he starts acting out the scenario he had in mind. “Wow, it’s a nice day today. Isn’t it, Madame Sil?” After a few seconds went by, Ace shakes his head quickly at the thought. Mumbling himself, “Okay, now that’s just silly.” He crosses his arms and tilts his head to a side, I could just go ahead and say that I’m having trouble with one of the members again, he thought. He then frowns, “No, that’ll just make her more irritated.” After thinking through multiple of other discussions he could talk to Sil with, Ace hangs his head. This is a lot harder than I thought it’d be…
Bee’s sudden appearance on the coffee table made Ace jumped from his seat, and he apologized quickly after hearing Bee’s long rant about how Bee's being bored and lonely, and Ace wasn’t being a very good friend. But because of Bee, Ace quickly got himself another idea. “Bee!” Ace said happily. Bee raised both of its ears, curious about where this is heading. “I just got a great idea, ” Bee’s eyes lowers down, staring intently at Ace. There’s trouble down in the horizon, and Bee can definitely smell it. “See, I want you to go and speak with Sil-“ before Ace gets to finish, a sharp "NO!" came out of Bee’s mouth (in Bani tongue, of course). Sil may be someone Bee can trust in not harming Bee, but Bee do not want to be used by Ace for something so petty as asking her about how she's feeling.
((OOC: Oh Ace, you poor thing. rofl ))
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 4:37 am
For some reason, Eli Piper had never feared these Chimeras, these beasts that acted only under the command of their Madame Silencieux. They were wild, strong and fierce, most likely able to rip a human apart with ease, but for some reason, whether it was when helping Sin with the tedious chore of cleaning out their muck-infested stables or simply watching them from afar, Eli had never truly feared them. Perhaps it was plain stupidity, or perhaps a deathwish. The blonde had been accused of both before, so it would not be a surprise if that truly were the case. Perhaps it was because they were so feared, that Eli dared question exactly how fearsome they actually were, just to deviate from the norm. After all, when you manage to escape the most basic boundaries of normality such as gender, there isn't much of a reason to conform to normality anymore. Or perhaps Eli just felt like raising a bit of hell and see what would happen. Sin was definitely becoming a bad influence, though it wasn't as if the Juggler had ever been a model citizen.
In any case, as the blonde watched Veli from afar, a cheeky smile spread across Eli's face "One day, just one day. I will ride that thing," The juggler whispered to no-one in particular. The adrenaline, the excitement from being able to achieve that dream would certainly be worth dying for, not that Eli had any doubts as to being able to survive the experience. The beast itself was nothing to fear, but the repurcussions recieved from Silencieux were a completely different matter.
Deciding not to approach the magnificent creature yet, Eli turned around and looked up towards to sky."If only, if only," The Juggler murmured, lost in dreams of rodeo-like glory."One of these days."
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 3:59 pm
A muffled and soft knock came to Ace's tent. -God knows how you can knock on tents- "It's Alexander," a dead-pan voice introduced before he himself stepped inside.
He had already predicted that Ace would notice the changes of the mademoiselle, as would the rest, but was expecting a quicker response time to act to the situation. It was all from simple logic and knowing Ace, and not from his gifts. After all, Ace was fairly simple in many senses of the word. But, Alexander supposed it what made Ace far more easier to trust and rely on.
In fact, Alexander had not done a real reading of the future since two weeks ago before he had a week long binge and took another week to recuperate from all the stupidity during that long week. And it was of a simple weather forecast, nothing serious or anything of the such, as he usually avoided such information.
Pulling out a chair for himself, as Alexander was already an irregular visitor of Ace, he took a seat near the other man. "Something has to be done." Before Ace could ask about simply reading the future, Alexander continued. "And I'm too buzzed to see into the future." Alcohol numbs pain and other sensations. Not that Alexander could feel the sores and aches of his seven days of fun. But it was a good excuse to drink some more while still recovering.
Luckily, he could at least tell when his body has a limit and stopped after a few glasses.
Pulling his scarf a little to breathe just a little easier, he waited for anything from the childish man. Alexander was fairly patient, finding things would come when they were destined to, but this involved the mademoiselle. He'd rather have the entire event blow over as quickly as possible before returning back to the nebulous but close-knit family of the circus.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 12:15 pm
The soft knock at the tent’s door caught Ace’s attention before he reacts to Bee’s rejection. Hearing Alexander’s voice gave Ace a sense of relief. “Oh, Alexander,” Ace greets Alex in a friendly tone, trying to keep himself from sounding too happy or desperate. “What brings you here?” he asked curiously while Alex takes a seat in front of him, “Is there something you need of me?” Usually, whenever someone enters Ace’s tent, it would be a short visit, passing along info here and there for the upcoming rehearsal or performance, or asking for a hand on unfinished chores. Rarely do people come to Ace for a chat. What with the majority of the crew being made up of troublemakers, Ace's kinda grateful for the lack of chatting sessions.
After hearing Alex confessing that he’s too toxicated to predict the future, Ace sighed and leaned back against his seat. “Well, you’re always like this…”, which is pretty much true. Just to make sure that they’re on the same page; Ace asked, “Are we talking about Madame Silencieux’s recent behavior? If we are, I asked Bee to lend me a hand.” Ace leans forward and reaches a hand out to Bee, whose ears are now laying flat on its sides and eyes lowered in irritation. Feeling the touch of his hand on its head, Bee pouts and turns its body to face away from him. Disappointed, Ace pulls back his hand. “The little fella refused before I even get to finish. At this rate, I might have to use a bit of magic to get her off guard.”
Before settling on the idea of using magic, Ace look at Alex to get a second thought on the matter. Is he asking for too much from the semi-drunked man? He’s not too sure how Alex feels about Mademoiselle as a person, and everyone in Cirque Du Noire seems to do their own thing. The only one who seems to care for her well being, openly, is the Illusionist himself. And when it comes to him needing someone to lean on, the first person he would go to is Sil since she has the experience and authority over people. Next would be a much sober Alex which is probably wishful thinking, but toxic Alex isn't too bad. Last would be the Eli Piper, the Juggler, but he fears that she’ll somehow let the word out to the Snake Charmer Sin, and Sin’s someone Ace would love to avoid at all cost (or, at least spend at least amount of time with her as he could). Sin’s dead set on breaking every single law there is out there, and if he's stuck with her majority of the time he's here, he will definitely going to grow silver hair before he hit the late 20s or early 30s.
((Sorry for the change in post style. I find my blank one too blocky for my tastes. >w>;))
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 6:46 pm
Much to anyone's surprise if they had entered the tent, Silenxieux was resting on her plush bed. She was laying ontop of all of the sheets and blankets, with her body curled up around a pillow she was holding close to her chest. Her hair fell over most of her face and despite what she was doing, she had a pleasant, relaxed look on her face. She seemed to actually be having a peaceful sleep, which was miraculous, at best. She had only planning on resting on the bed. She was trying to clear her mind, think some plaguing thoughts through, but obviously her body argued that a week without any sort of sleep was definitely enough.
Outside of the tent, the chimera was doing much of the same as his master. He was basking in the sun, letting the scales that ran from the tip of his muzzle to his tail collect the rays. Veli shifted his shoulders around a bit, opening his eyes to scan the area around the tent. Veli was the only chimera not kept in a stable or on some sort of restraint, for whatever reason Silenxieux decided to keep him loose. He didn't run about attacking the other troupe members, however. He just stuck around the ringmistress like a loyal little puppy dog.
Veli's gaze caught sight of the resident juggler, and instantly the creature looked more annoyed. He could feel Eli staring, which lead him to assume that they were either plotting something with him, or with his master. In any matter, he was not going to have it, and got up to his feet. Exhaling a snort from his nose, the chimera turned, nudging the opening to the side slightly with his muzzle and going inside the tent.
The current state of Silencieux's living quarters was a little sad. The woman prided herself in keeping her tent neat and relatively spotless. However there were things strewn across the floor. Clothes, books and various other objects were scattered about haphazardly, looking as if someone hadn't picked up their room in a while. Her vanity looked like a complete disaster though. Bottles were knocked over, some of them on the floor, the seat was tipped over onto the ground and the mirror was turned to face the wall. If one were to flip it over, they would see it cracked and almost shattered at the bottom. In fact, looking around the room one could easily make an observation. Any reflective surface in the room had either been covered or turned over.
Veli lumbered over to his master's bed, looking to the woman for a moment. With a grunt of a sigh, he laid back down on the floor, half expecting her to cry out in terror at any moment, which was the norm.
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 1:33 am
  x x x x x x x x xMαʏвє ι'м drєαмιnɢ...x x x x x x x x x
Alexander paused for a moment to think and process Ace's words. Ah, yes... He hadn't exactly told everyone or anyone about his odd power to sense people's... wishes? dreams? Whatever it was, Alexander usually had an uncanny edge of knowing more than what's revealed. Strangely enough, this was an innate ability and one not effected by the state of his body, which explains his anti- and at times, asocial behaviour, as he would much rather not see the plethora of whimsies and aspirations of the stupid or the young.
At Ace's comment of his near-constant drunken state, he played with one of his silver bracelets, clicking it gently against the other ones, twisting it back and forth. "I know." he said with hardly an inflection to hint if it was a confession that he just may as well be an alcoholic. His eyes diverted from the absolutely interesting plain bangle to Ace's face, almost a dare, almost a curious stare. Alexander always wondered why Ace never really questioned his drinking habits... not that he minded or wanted him to speak about it. Afterall, Alexander would most likely skirt around the question and answer with a vague response, which he does often anyways.
He watched Bani squirm and pout, finding it extremely fascinating that an animal would react and behave so very much like a human. Alexander couldn't help but feel like he's lost hope for all of humanity, but there were always the other creatures of Nature. Reaching out, he petted Bee's small and furry head. "Mademoiselle. It's Mademoiselle. She's not married yet... And yes." Alexander wondered if Ace knew of the true nature of the beasts of the circus and just what the Mademoiselle was planning. A tale of revenge never ends well, but he found no reason to stop the woman he loved from a path that would most likely lead to her own destruction. Afterall, he didn't understand the affection and found it superficial anyways. And, this way, Ace would remain in the dark, keeping his hands clean of the entire matter.
"So is that your plan? Alexander had every intention of helping Ace, but if it involved magic, he was just as useful as a lifeguard at the mall. He's just stand around doing nothing.
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 5:04 pm
Too focused on Silencieux’s recent behavior, Ace didn’t notice the stare Alexander was giving him when they talked about Alexander’s condition. If Ace had noticed, he would’ve looked back with a confused expression, wondering whether he had said something too personal. The stare could have made Ace felt uncomfortable, and he would want to quickly change the subject to Silencieux’s. So, in the end, both ways would have leaded their discussion to the topic of their ringmaster.
“Really?” was all Ace say. He expected Silencieux would have married when she created Cirque du Noire. Faes have long lifespan, and she looked like she’s in the mid twenties. So, why wouldn’t she? The answer came easily to him, the bad treatment she had while being trapped in that cage and her main goal is to show the world of the ugly side of the circuses, she doesn’t have a reason or time for romance. I guess I should have known… he thought, sadden by this. Watching the Tarot card reader touching his friend, Ace wondered whether he was also in the same situation as she is. Everyone have their own way of how they cope with their troubles, but not sleeping or drinking isn’t going to help much, right? That’s what the young Illusionist thought.
Bee seems to be soothed by the touch, its body relaxes and eyes closed. How intriguing... His coworker is unable to perform his job well due to the alcohol, but is he at least is able to hold a conversation and make Bee calm down. That’s a feat, right? Ace wasn’t too sure. There’re so many things in life that he doesn’t know about. Even though he couldn't see its face, Ace smiled anyway, happy to know that Bee’s not in a bad mood anymore. He gave his gratitude.
"...I wouldn’t call it a plan. I thought of it just now.” Ace replied. The Illusionist went back to deep thought, wondering whether there’s any way for him to get some info from Silencieoux without having to be too direct. Ace sighed and stood up from the table. “Being straight up direct with her is the way to go,” he decided. Catch her off guard while she’s outside with a bit of fire away from the tents, and go on from there. He brought up one and hand and rubs his fingers together. Steam starts to form and turning itself into smoke. He continues to rubs his fingers, and a spark comes out. Keeping at it, a small fire appears above his forefinger. It’s size is like that of a candle stick’s. Aaaahhh... I gonna need a bit of a bigger fire for this to work...
"Hey Alex. You don't think she dislikes fire, do you?"
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