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 Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2018 6:27 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2018 6:27 pm
★ Please be respectful of all players participating.
★ Please send all questions / concerns to my starpatched account.
★ Please do not harass other players during this event; this includes godmoding.
★ There will be status effects that occur throughout the event. If you are uncomfortable with this, please let me know beforehand.
★ If you have something you want to happen to your character in this event, please inform me BEFOREHAND.
★ Please do not power up unless specifically instructed to do so.
★ You can still enter after the event starts! Signups will be open the entire time, however please make sure to post here so that I can keep track of things!
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2018 6:29 pm
YOU ARE IN THE CIRCUS.
Your character currently has zero memories of their current life. All they know is their circus life. It is HIGHLY ENCOURAGED that you branch out and make new friends / relationships / etc, or plot past histories with people, because you never know when you might need an ally...
Your character is now a CIRCUS PERFORMER.
If you are a Mauvian Guardian - you can still communicate with people. HOWEVER - there is some disconnect somewhere down the line. A talking cat isn’t unusual. It’s normal. It’s how it’s always been. No one looks twice. It’s not weird. It’s not weird.
★ If you're confused, please go here first!
★ The next prompt will be posted Sunday, February 25th, at 9PM EST.
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2018 6:32 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2018 6:36 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2018 11:00 pm
Olivander Ferrand rubbed his temples, unsure where his sudden migraine had come from. Perhaps the tittering on of some of the more vapid acrobatic artists had set him off, who could say really. Looking down he was surprised he had his medical supply bag with him, unusual of him to forget what he'd been doing or lose his train of thought, but he shrugged it off and assumed he was on his usual rounds to patch up any cuts, bruises, or other mishaps the performers might have accrued from practice today. There was a seemingly neverending supply of minor injuries for him to tend to, and he took his job very seriously. The circus was a family after all, and as its medical professional on hand, he had a duty to take care of each and every one of them like they were precious gems. The show simply wouldn't work properly without all its pieces in working order and in their exact right place when the tent closed and the lights shone brightly. It was usually thankless work, but Ollie's chest puffed with a small amount of pride at how necessary and fulfilling it was to quietly be part of something much larger than himself.
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2018 12:43 am
Nadia was excited and prepared for the show. She was a baton twirler though she'd been wanting to work her way up to fire batons. What was best about her routine was that not only did she do her batons, but she did a sort of gymnastics act while she was at it, doing fancy twirls, spins and cartwheels while keeping her baton going. She was quite proud of her work. Even if she wasn't THE BEST yet.
Fixing her leotard she made sure everything was in order and looked about. She had been doing something before this, hadn't she? Giving a shrug she went about making sure her batons were all there and double checked to ensure her fire batons were separate from the rest. Didn't want to grab those before she was ready.
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Accalia was currently with one of the Tigers that was to jump through a fire hoop. Had she been doing something before this? She felt like something was creeping at her mind but brushed it away, she had things to do. "I know tyberius, I don't like the fire hoop as much as you but I don't make the rules." She said doing her best to reassure the animal that everything was going to be alright. The Tiger whipped his tail around in agitation more than anything but she wasn't super concerned. She'd had along standing relationship with this particular feline. At least she felt like she'd known it a while.
Looking around she wondered when the show was going to start.
(both are open for interaction, just quote me!)
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2018 7:53 am
Rhona's cot lay tucked away within the maze of cages holding various birds of prey. She lay atop it, dressed in her costume of aluminum armor atop cotton and pleather under clothes. Across her eyes in a solid strip from temple to temple was a block of blue paint. The same color was used to paint whorls on her cheeks and dots across her forehead. Her hair had been teased and adorned with feathers and greenery. She looked, in a word, savage. But it was a carefully cultivated appearance that belied the delicate white bedside table that held the unicorn-themed lamp atop it and hid away the lace-and-frill adorned notebooks and anthologies of love poetry within. She was Mother to the raptors resting in their habitats but she was Goddess to the small shadow that slipped down from the rafters and rested on the point of her booted feet, delicately resting on the footboard of her cot as her legs stretched out languidly, crossed at the ankles. He turned his head from side to as he landed with the whisper of feathers. Was she still sleeping? He knew that she was due any minute for her act. And the others weren't out of their cages yet. Some of his brothers and sisters even snoozed along with their mother. She had been awake at some point, of this the bird was sure. She was dressed and made up, and he recalled her mumbling and stumbling hours earlier... SQUARKRhona stirred in that moment, but she did not open her eyes. She jiggled her foot and the ink-black bird resting on the toe lifted into the air for a moment before handing again. He considered her for a long moment with one shiny black eye and clicked his beak. Oil-spill feathers ruffled and settled several times while the bird seemed to consider his options before he opened his beak ******** off, Alois." Well that wouldn't do. Alois hopped down onto her leg and began the trek up the long, lean line of Rhona's body, stopping to peck at the hands folded across her belly. When she pulled them away he continued on, pecking at her lips, and when she brushed him away returning to pull at her hair. Her eyes opened in a flash of deep and earthen green and for he made a small sound of victory. But instead of getting up, Rhona grabbed Alois in both hands, ignored his angry squealing and tossed him away like a sock. Well alright then. Alois landed on the cage of the bearded vulture, his sister Rhona had named Clawfoot for reasons unknown. The second she hatched from her egg and rolled into Rhona's palm, that was the name that fell from the woman's lips and baptized the bird. Had that been the way Rhona had named him? With her own voice but words that were not her own? Had be been baptized in devotion the same way be had seen all of his siblings be blessed into life? No time to wonder. Rhona was going to be late. Alois began to pace across the top of the cage until Clawfoot awoke and looked up at Alois. She mimicked his chirping and squawking as best she could, feet beginning to stir under her and the communicated in their secret and strange way. Alois fluttered down to the door of the cage and began working while Clawfoot watched, her red eyes inspecting her brother's actions. Alois began pulling at the lock, or what could be called a lock and slid the deadbolt out of its position. Once that was done, he fluttered back to the top of the cage as Clawfoot nudged the door open with a touch too delicate for a bird of her size and made a beeline for her sleeping mother, beautiful in her repose. Alois fluttered off, probably to awaken more of their family, but Rhona was Clawfoot's concern. She murmured, head cocking from one side to the other, and pulled lightly on a hand dangling from the cot. Rhona pulled her hand away and turned her back to the bird, which Clawfoot found understandably insulting. So what else could she do? She took a few steps back, tossed back her head, and let forth a screech so bone-shatteringly terrible that Rhona started awake so fast that she tumbled off the side of her bed with a shriek of her own. Clawfoot settled back down, preening the glossy brown feathers of her wings as she waited for Rhona to fully awaken. In that time she was joined by a few more of her larger siblings. A bat hawk named Jezebel and her brother, Gamorah. The old gryphon vulture named Churchhill plodded over and crossed behind the cot to begin yelling at his mother. The only one who dared besides Alois. Smaller raptors, now freed by the mischivieous crow, cluttered the tops of surrounding cages and muttered expectantly until Rhona finally rose, patted Churchhill's head, and said, "Alright... it's show time." OPEN FOR INTERACTION! Feel free to assume any relationship, just PM / DM me the details!
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2018 10:01 am
Gisela had been awake for who even knew how long. Sleep had never come easily to her, and as she gazed into the blackened, she sat at the altar in her living room and she wondered how long she'd been in the state. Hours? Days? She felt like something had slipped through her fingers like sand, but she couldn't place what the sensation was called. Or what had been lost. It was such a strange sensation... perhaps from her lack of sleep? It had been days, it felt like, but after a while, the time melts together in a blur of activity... it was difficult to say. Not that the mirror was helping any... Gisela breathed a deep and greedy lung full of the incense burning on the table before her, the scent of bistort, frankincense, and camphor filled her to the brim before she emptied the smoke out into the universe. These were supposed to help but... they weren't. Even the white candles flickering on either side of the scrying mirror were doing nothing to lend clarity to her visions. Within the blackness of the mirror, Gisela only saw the same things over and over again. A crystal with a meandering crack running through it, surrounded by dark clouds. Below it the flicker of a flame, small and weak, but it was there all the same. She knew the flame and the clouds, but the crystal... that was new. It threw off everything that she usually would read. Clarity, perhaps? As in crystal clear? The crack would imply that she is not as clear as she would usually be. Would her readings be somehow difficult today? No... the discomfort ran deeper than that. She knew what off days felt like and she knew what the mirror would show during that time. This was something else something... more insidious... She blew out the candle suddenly and smothered the incense. She wasn't going to get a good reading from the mirror today. She was either distracted or her spirit guides were elsewhere. But there was one process that never failed her. Was always clear. Was always right. And so she carefully put the pieces of her ritual away and began setting up for this one. She knew she was running out of time before she was due with Christabelle but this needed to be done. She quickly set out a candle that she anointed each reading and used only for her bone throwing behind a black bowl of clear, filtered water. Light it only with a match her grandmother whispered into her hear. Hello grandmother. Gisela felt the smile against her skin. She smiled back as she spread out the goatskin across the table and spilled a circle of salt in which to cast her bones. Well... bones was, perhaps, a misnomer. Within the soft confines of the hand-stitched bag were bones, yes, collected by Gisela herself and processed with love and devotion, but along side those bones were dirty coins that called to her, almost never from the same nation (somehow yen coins had found their way in along side ancient Roman and russian counterparts), a yellowed die about the size of her pinky nain, the arm of a baby doll, shells, a bell, and other various curios she's picked up along the way. She whispered into the bag, the fabric still laced with the scent of her grandmother's perfume. And well it should have, she wore that housecoat every day until the day she died. Hellow my darlings. Are you awake? Can you speak to me? What is the mirror telling me?They awoke in her hands and she could feel the vibration from the objects even though the patchwork cotton. Yes... this would lend her clarity. With a sure hand, Gisela reached inside, grasped a handful of objects, and tossed them into the center of the ring of salt. The first thing she noticed was a gleaming black feather from one of Rhona's birds sitting in the middle of the circle. An ill omen or a message? Perhaps it was an omen since she had seen the dark cloud in the mirror. Beneath that was a ticket stub from her first show at the circus to which she now belonged. Why was the feather obscuring the ticket stub? The yellowed dice was next, at the top of the circle. Normally, the number displayed was the number of difficult choices that she was going to have to make... so today it would be four? Four difficult choices in her future? That would explain the fire in the mirror she supposed. A trial by fire and all that. But the crystal... that was still a mystery. She saw it again in the curios. A shard of clear quartz lay closest to her, a message from the past, bisected laterally by a brown chord. But what can it mean...?
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2018 12:21 pm
Khaleel Dahers - Tiger Tamer
It had been almost 4 years since Khaleel had left the reserve where his parents had been tragically killed in an accident. It had been 4 years since the circus, who had seen a lost teen and his two milk brother tiger siblings in cages, where he proudly defended them from being sold to the highest trophy pet owner. Zeus and Thor were his friends, and they were more then just common pets. They were....they were his brothers.
So it had been 4 years since the circus bought them, all of them, offering them a safe home and a place to train within the acts of others. Zeus and Thor were good tigers, who wanted nothing more then freedom. They weren't caged, they had large acres of land for the tigers to romp with other ones, and Khaleel had his own large tent that they slept in. Zeus, the white large tiger took well to everyone (especially a certain magician that Khaleel mained his act with) and Thor took to everyone as playful. There had been incidents at first but now....Khaleel and his tigers were so adjusted to the circus, it was all they knew now.
As such, They walked around the bustling large tents, all set up like a colorful city of their own. Nobody looked at him weird, and his tigers were well behaved and calm, they didn't attack or growl, but instead reached up for into pets or licked at some hands. Eventually Zeus wandered off into the tent of Lilith, the magician and rested himself against the woman's leg while Thor and Khaleel went to go find their Best bro.
"ZACCCCCCCCCCCCH~" He could see the young juggler peeking around the corner and came up to grab the dark haired youth in a noogie hug. "Are you watching her again?" Thor joined in by butting the young mans legs.
All three heads would resume to peek around the corner as Khaleel knew that Zach was looking at his one true love. Melody, the acrobat.
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2018 12:42 pm
Lace - Lilith's Familiar
Lace had only known the circus life, as she came to existence, she thought, and met Lilith. She was the woman's small cat assistant, her familiar as she called herself. Every true magician had a familiar right? Between Lilith and Melody though, the kitten thought of her more as a younger doting sibling.
She could talk to them and everything, even though Zeus, who currently invaded Lilith and Mel's shared tent, couldn't. The kitten wrinkled her nose at the large tiger, booping it on the nose. "You behave Zeus!" The kitten said before hopping down and moving out.
She could see the boys, who she knew as Stalker boy and Stupid boy who were both crushing on respective girls peeking around the corner. Going around the other way, she went to where Melody was, sitting on her haunches to also watch her friend train before calling out.
"He's watching you again!"
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2018 1:41 pm
[quote="AstoriaFallen”]Accalia Ollivanded smiles warmly as he approached the nervous tiger and its tamer. One of several resident large cat tamers, he’d had surprisingly few problems with any of the big cats and truth be told held a certain fondness for all the felines of the circus big and small. “I’m sure you can do it Tyberius. You’re a big strong boy, Accalia won’t let you get hurt and neither will I,” he smiled, scratching the tigers haunch affectionately as he passed. “Everyone doing alright today? I haven’t heard any cursing or screams of agony so I can’t imagine we’re too far off from the show,” he chuckled. Looking over to the squeaking of the bird cages he purses his lips before calling over. “Any new scratches from those devilbirds, Rhonda?!”
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2018 3:20 pm
Fleur Willis: Contact JugglingInhale. Palm to cradle. Exhale. Cradle to palm. Fleur pursed her lips, locked in concentration, now guiding her acrylic orb from palm to palm, then to her wrists, her elbows, her fist, and finally around her shoulders to her forehead. Her art was all about subtle movements and perfection. There was nothing spectacular or death defying about what she was doing. When it came down do it, she was simply playing with a ball. The spectacular had to come from her own skill. She threw herself into practice. She did windshield wipers, butterflies, ladders and charges, isolation and stalls on almost every part of her body. She did ten, twenty, forty repetitions until her fingers and arms ached. It took a surprising amount of muscle to make your ball appear still while you moved your arms around it. It was worth it, though. She wanted to be grace and beauty and perfection, but she could tell that she was still looking a little wobbly sometimes. Still, she was doing alright. She felt like she deserved a break. She went over to the equipment to get her water bottle and saw Nadia looking through the batons. "Good work so far today," she said with a soft smile. "Can I expect to see you playing with fire soon?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2018 3:57 pm
You guys can add birds and name them, just post a picture of them and bold it so that I can add it to my list heart AstoriaFallen I already told Briar, but you can godmoad any birds save for Alois, the crow. Rhona entered the emerged from the cage area with Clawfoot on one side, Churchill on the other, and Alois sitting happily on her shoulder. She began to scrub at her eyes before she remembered that she was made up for the show and made a face instead. Trailing behind her were the twin Bat Hawks bickering mid-air like they normally did. She ignored them and padded over to the pair speaking around the tiger, booted feet making dull noises on the floor. "Truth be told," she yawned, "no one has been awake long enough to do any real damage but if someone doesn't shut up and land you'll be patching up birds." The twins ignored her of course, but they did at least perch close to the tiger and continued pecking and squawking at one another. "Oh for the love of," she stooped and picked one of the birds, the brother, up and tossed him over her shoulder. "Get lost Gamorah. You're being a pest." He was always the one who started things. Alois seemed to laugh from her shoulder before taking flight to annoy the other members of the circus, swooping down to grab talons full of Ollie's hair and pull just enough as he flew away to be a nuisance. When he finally landed, it was on Accalia's shoulder. He pecked at her ear, once again, only enough to be annoying, and squawked perhaps a tad too loud right into it before settling into her neck, fluffing up his feathers as he did so. "We'd all still be asleep if someone hadn't woken us up," Rhona finally admitted, relenting to the near constant whining and nipping of the bearded vulture at her side by stooping low and gathering the giant bird in her arms. "You're about too big for this, sweetness," she grunted, jostling Clawfoot while she arranged her arms around and under her. Once she had done this, she turned her attention to the cat currently balking at the hoop before him. Admittedly, Rhona would be afraid too if she were in his shoes... paws. "Come on big guy, you still having trouble with that thing? Want Churchhill over there to give you a few pointers?" Churchhill grumbled and shifted his feet at the mention, clearly not at all happy about being volunteered for the example. "Anyway... anyone know when showtime is supposed to be?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2018 4:25 pm
Accalia smiled towards Ollivanded as he talked up the feline in a reassuring manner. "See Tyberius, we got you colored." Rubbing him under his chin in a particularly favorite spot the tiger let out a throaty purr. "Hopefully we can get the show going soon. Ty here is getting anxious and it's making me antsy." Her tone wasn't exactly forceful, more of a hearty laugh in a joking manner. "You too! You're looking really nice out there." The pre-teen was a little nervous but confident she'd be able to land anything she was thrown her way. "I really think I'll be getting to those tonight. I'm confident enough I won't catch my outfit on fire." Laughing at the thought she knew it wasn't funny but it wasn't a likely occurrence. She was highly careful and knew what she was capable of. "You going to try anything new?"
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