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Kurtis Scarlet

And ladies and Gentlmen, she has vanished! And no, she probably won't be returning!

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a character in “Welcome To The Family Cirque”, as played by JokerofSpades

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Please Welcome To The Stage: The Magician!!!
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I was born as Kurtis Mortimer. Scarlet but, you can call me Morte, Kurt, the Scarlet Caster.
I was born on October 31 and in the year 2012 I’ll be 19.
I really love Magic/Witch craft, Writing, and Pulling Pranks.
I can’t stand Scientific people, Pop, and Technology.
I’ll never tell anyone but what really sends me into a panic is Thunder and my Blood.
Don’t get me wrong I like you and everything but I’m Straight, I hope you’re okay with that.
Some say that when they look into my eyes they see
Mischievousness but, all I see is Grey.
My Long hair makes rainbows cry with its Blackness.
I got into the cirque because
my tricks aren't fake, but I'm a too talented to go to jail for life. So, now I’m the Magician and they wont let me leave!
What do I think about the Ringmaster? Ha! I think she’s
Great! Needs to loosen up a little though and Too full of herself.
But the new guy? Don't know him that well, but he seems to be alright. Cool name though!

So begins...

Kurtis Scarlet's Story

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It was interesting to watch how many people truly hated the cirque, while Kurt was one of the few that signed up willingly, and probably for the simplest reasons: He was bored. Sure, the threat of going to jail for murder was another possible factor, but he probably would have joined this wonderful little place regardless. He sat near the back of the tent, leaning against the bannister and leaning away from where the Siren sang. Stormy truly did a marvelous job with her voice, but she heard that all the time from the men that were bewitched by her song. He was practically immune to most of the freaks and other specialties of the circus, since he knew what he was dealing with. As those scientific fools say, mind over matter. Stormy was one of those people who obviously hated being in a cage. Oh well. Can't make everybody be like me.

He heard the footsteps of Adriella as she finished her song and headed back to the cage. He had an entire deck of cards floating above his head as he stared at them, wondering what he was going to do with the next performance. Unlike most of the lovely people here, Kurt was one of the few that actually carried on a life. He rarely practiced, as he never felt the need to: Improvisation was how he did things, and they usually rocked the house. Not that that mattered to him though, he just loved having fun with the audience, making a person literally disappear and bargaining with them for her back, or fooling them with card tricks that no average 'magician' could do. A few ideas came to mind, but he just pushed them into his mind and continued to watch the others while the cards continued to float. The only reason they could float was the witch's circles on the back of each one, or else they would be boring and useless.

He could see the Animal tamer Dezi and her pesky brother Ian going at it again, trying to get a routine right that was obviously failing, which was probably the reason why Shae was having to help them. Er... the Ringmaster, I mean. Calling her Shae was just one of the ways that Kurt played around with the cirque people, pranking people, breaking codes and such. He was good at it, since that was what he did: Warlocks such as himself broke traditional physics, science, and humanity's concepts of life. Sure, for his performances he made them look like he actually wasn't doing any real magic, but he still had fun doing it.

Then there was Casper, with his cute little dolls. He was probably the only person, save for Euclid, that Kurt enjoyed talking to the most. Not saying that talking to anybody else was fun, but Casper was different. He broke laws, and was completely batshit crazy. It made Kurt giggle just thinking about the last time he messed up one of Casper's dolls. Kurt doesn't remember how long Casper gave him death threats or evil stares, but it was funny none the less. Just as Kurt was going to doze off, a Clown showed up and snapped his finger.

"Kurtis? I know you don't like to practice, but it would be a good idea if you did for the next show. Miss Shae wants everyone at their best, you hear me?" Kurt stared at him with his dull, grey eyes (Unlike Shae's soft, yet piercingly strong eyes, mine are a little more... flat. I'm not sure if it is genetic, or a warlock thing, but my grey eyes are like the color of boring bleh. Kind of sucky, if you ask me.). Honestly, Kurt could do without that damn clown reminding him to practice. The last one he had was a bit more humble, but this guy just wouldn't let up. He sighed, and stood up to stretch. His long black hair - which was longer than some of the ladies of the cirque, which was an odd accomplishment - flowed off the floor and tangled itself as it swayed while he stretched. It nearly reached to his waist, ending a little below his abdomen. A few feathers still stuck to the ends of a few of his hairs, but he paid no mind to them: he quite liked birds, and their feathers were very cool. Maybe he should write a poem about them next time he actually decides to enter his trailer.

"Fine, little clown man, I'll do something. But if somebody ends up missing, don't blame me!" He smiled mischievously

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Toan

Toan ran as fast as he could towards the pole in the center of the tent, ignoring everything and everyone around him, he had to remain focused, one false step and he could seriously hurt himself. Milliseconds before he ran into the pole he placed a foot on the vertical surface and proceeded upward, as if defying gravity.

"Higher, I'm sure I can do it," he thought to himself but knew it was no use. Just like every other time, after seven steps upward, gravity reclaimed its hold on him, forcing him to backflip gracefully, clothes billowing in the breeze and land crouched on the ground, one leg outstreched and both arms in the air.

"One of these days I'll get it," he muttered to himself, standing up and stretching his neck to the side before leaning back to place his hands on the ground, bringing his legs up till he was doing a handstand.

Before he could complete the slow flip a clown came up to him insisting that he try the high wire next. Toan's blood ran cold, he didn't mind throwing himself around like a ragdoll but the high wire was something he couldn't handle, for as long as he could remember he'd had a fear of heights, of course that wasn't something that could stop the show, countless times he'd had to push past the paralysis of his fear for the sake of the Cirque.

"Come on Twig, hurry up," said the clown as Toan completed his flip and slowly walked towards the ladder leading to the high wire.
With a deep breath he began to climb, keeping his eyes closed untill he reached the top. The ring spread out around him, he could see everything and everyone, Dezi and her brother Ian, the magician Kurt and the puppeteer, Casper. He was sure that everyone was looking at him, waiting for him to fail.

"That's a stupid thought," he whispered.

Turning his attention to the tightrope infront of him he tried to will his body forward and begin the routine.

"I can't do this!" he thought, closing his eyes and cradleing his head, "But I must."

Before he could think again he leapt into the air, landing on the tightrope, perfectly balanced. He began to walk along untill he reached halfway where he threw himself to the side, hooking his foot on the rope, allowing momentem to swing his body round in a full circle. For the next few minutes he continued to practice all of the acrobatic tricks in his routine before gladly climbing back down to earth.

"How did I do?" he asked the clown but he didn't wait to hear the answer, he was shaking from the effort it had taken to stay on the rope for that long. Silently he sat down in an empty chair and drew his knees to his chest. He hoped that nobody could see the tears streaking down his face.

Reina

She sat watching the others practice, the same two words of a song had been bouncing around her head for hours ever since Twig had shown her the dance he had learnt for it.

"Kalinka, Malinka," she sang quietly to herself. Kalinka, wasn't that the title of a russian folk song? She was sure of it.

Unbidden, the chorus burst into her mind.

Kalinka, Kalinka, Kalinka of mine,
In the garden a berry grows so sweet on the vine


Shaking her head the verses dissappeared. Things were definitely looking grim if she couldn't escape the noise even in her own mind.

"Rain, come and practice with us," said one of the other clowns, "It's meant to be a team effort remember?"

With a sigh she stood up, why did she have to be a clown, she didn't think she was that funny, he skilled didn't lie with jokes, it was with riddles.

"Why is a raven like a writing desk?" she asked of nobody in particular, quoting one of her favorite books.

"I dunno, why?" asked the clown who'd told her to join in.

"Well they're both flat of course," answered Reina, "My research showed that a ravens call is flat. Fascinating don't you think?"

"Yeah...sure" said the clown, "I didn't think that was meant to have an answer."

As the clowns began to practice their skit, Reina's thoughts began to drift again.

"Perhaps instead of being a clown I can be something else," she pondered, "I mean, my costume makes me more of a harlequin anyway, perhaps I could be a mystic or fortune teller."

She quite liked this idea, she knew she'd be able to brush up on or learn the skills for anything other than being a clown. Spotting Shaelynn from across the tent she began to make her way towards her, passing Victoria and several of the other "freaks" on the way. Freaks, what a dreadful name, calling the beings that made up the freakshow was about as wrong as calling her a clown which was to say in no way right. Finally she reached the ringmaster.

"Shaelynn, I was thinking about my role in the cirque," she said, "perhaps I could be something more than this."

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Kurt sighed as the masses of the cirque began to enter the tent. He didn't understand why they had so many god damned employees in the cirque, since some of them ate like fricking fatties. But that was the ringmaster's decision, and hers alone. Kurt watched as the acrobat kid was scared out of his mind, how the harpy lady Victoria got her revenge against those retarded clowns, how the Ringmaster was being asked a question by probably the oddest clown in the entire bunch Reinna. Life in a circus was hectic, but the more people there were the more people he could have a little 'fun' with. He smiled, and drew a circle on the ground where he was standing. He pretended like he was facing a grand audience, and began to practice his abnormally vocal voice. He lifted his hands into the air, and addressed the fake crowd.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! I am Kurtis the Scarlet Caster, at your service of entertainment tonight. By the end of the night, you will be questioning your humanity and science til your head hurts!" He laughed to himself, and pushed on. "For my first act of complete wonder, I shall tell you a little story. Most magicians usually suffer from some form of mental illness. Mine is depression. And when your depressed, like some of the freaks here.." He added that little part in a softer voice so Shae wouldn't come over and yell at him again. "you end up doing something like this!"

Kurt pulled out a knife from its sheath, which was attached to his back, and lifted it up. He smiled to the crowd, and yelled a quick. "Hope you enjoyed the Magic act!" And stabbed himself in the head. He could imagine the screams of horror, shock, and fear from the crowd as he fell to the ground like any dead person would, limp and dead. He stayed on the ground for a bit longer than he usually would, and finally a clown came over and draped a white cloth over him like he was actually dead. Then, he slowly rose from the ground under the sheet until he stood back up in his original position. He did a little 'oooh' ghost immitation to freak the fake crowd out a little more, then ripped the cloth off.

The knife was now in his hand, covered in his own blood, but he kept his eyes off of it at all times. He was hemophobic after all, and his blood made him completely nauseous and scared completely. The things he did to entertain the crowd. He began to laugh like it was all just a joke, and said his conclusion to the trick.

"Now, suicide isn't normally allowed on stage, so I had to come back you see. Don't want the Cirque to be out of a Magician, no?" He imagined the thunderous applause he normally recieved for a trick like that, and he smiled. He didn't need to do any other tricks, but he probably wouldn't be able to anyway: He was starting to shake from holding the dagger. When the image of the fake crowd left his mind, he quickly whipped the dagger over to the clown, and steadied himself from the constant shaking. His breathing was coming shallow and fast, like he was hyperventilating. He even broke out into a cold sweat slightly. It took him a while to calm himself down enough just to say out loud

"Dammit, is it too hard to ask for a simple card trick instead? But no, I have to keep getting more creative or the damn crowds start getting bored..." He panted out. He didn't care if the freaks laughed at him for having a fear of his own blood, or even being slightly scared of just blood in general. No, he always got the last laugh in the cirque, even if the Ticketmaster thought he did. Kurt didn't need to appear strong, he just had to do his job. It wasn't in his contract to become some manly dick.

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"Are you alright?"

Kurt looked down to see the one girl that just seemed to appear near him. Arella, the Mimic, if he recalled correctly. Her voice sounded just like that of the violin she was playing, soft and sweet. The violin continued to play after she asked the question to him, as if to mock him slightly without it even knowing. Needless to say, he hadn't heard her speak to many people, so her voice was a new thing for him today. The shaking in his body slowly began to calm down, and his heart rate halved in speed. Apparently now being questioned by a little girl helped him get over his fears. Heaven help him if she was around when it started to thunder, or everybody in the entire damn Cirque would be laughing up a storm just as loud as it would be outside.

That slightly peeved him, being consoled and cared by a girl visibly younger than he was. I mean, now I'm going to grow into a big ol' softy that loves children and wouldn't dare to hurt anybody. And people would question how I even killed somebody. He laughed in his head for a while, and gave a soft smile to the girl.

"Yeah, I guess. I just don't deal well with blood, especially my own. The irony of it all." He laughed softly before giving a dark stare at the clown who still hadn't cleaned off the dagger yet. He was careful to avert his eyes from the dagger, hoping the clown wasn't doing this on purpose, or he Kurt would turn him into the 2 of clubs: Useless and pointless. "Thanks for the concern though, Miss... Arella?" He fished for her name visibly, hoping that he had been right on his first hunch. She was a newbie, so he hadn't done anything to piss her off yet at him. Good.

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Character Portrait: Arella Eagle Character Portrait: Shaelynn Ashford Character Portrait: Dezi Skye McKinely Character Portrait: Ian David McKinely Character Portrait: Kurtis Scarlet Character Portrait: Euclid Character Portrait: Toan Eros Character Portrait: Reina Seiko Character Portrait: Quiller Lenn
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Quiller


Quill flinched as a roar pierced through the drone of noise before going back to rocking back and forth, cheerfully sucking on his lollipop as Euclid explained the book. It sounded pretty interesting untill he started talking about women in the eighteen hundreds, that part had escaped meaning to him.

"No doubt Rain would understand," he thought to himself, "Or soon would after researching."

But that was the thing he liked about Euclid, his conversations often inspired Quill to go and look up the meanings of what he said, it was a great way to learn new things. His thoughts on what he might learn from Euclid next were interupted by Dezi coming over to greet the both of them.

"There's a man who's a square," he added as Euclid asked if she would like to hear about it too.

He couldn't help but think that being a simple shape like a square would be a very odd experience, no matter how hard he tried he simply couldn't think of what a square would do for fun. A feeling nudged at the back of his mind like an itch, there was something he was meant to be doing, he was sure of it. With a gasp he realised what it was.

"I'm really sorry Euclid but I have to go," he said guiltily, shuffling his feet and scratching the side of his arm, "I'm meant to be practicing, I just forgot when the lion asked me for help."

With his spirits down he said goodbye and turned away, dragging Dezi with him, he needed her to oversee everything and make sure he didn't screw up.

"By the way, Dezi," he said as they walked, "Is Fang ok? I heard him roar before."

Thoughts of the Animal Trainer's brother came into his mind then, Ian as the magnificent beast performing in the ring before a huge crowd, the bright lights shining down on his fur. Then there was his human form, the pale skin and the dark hair.

"It's not fair that he and any of the others have to stay in the cages," he declared, "Especially Ian, I like him, his hair is cool."

With dismay he discovered that he had finished his lollipop without having the chance to savour the last of it, it always made him upset when this happened but he was determined not to cry over something so silly infront of Dezi.


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"Success!" she thought as Shaelynn finished outlining a deal, "I have a chance,"

Thanking Shaelynn she walked over to a chair pondering what she could do for her act. That was the problem, exactly what could she do that would impress the ring master? Her gaze shifted from one person to another as she took in every member of the troop. Everyone had some sort of special skill, there had to be something that she could do. Finally her gaze settled on Kurt who was talking to Arella, the magicians tricks had always fascinated her and she'd done enough research to know that his act was the real deal.

"It's not like I haven't read books on witchcraft before," she reasoned, "I'm sure I could pick it up easily."

But then another thought pushed its way into her mind, what if magic was a skill one had to be born with. She could do all the reasearch on magic in the world but if it required an ability produced by genetics then she would have no hope of performing the wonders that Kurt could.

"It couldn't hurt to ask," she said, walking towards the magician, "Perhaps he could teach me, although I wouldn't hold my breath."

As she continued on her way a story that her grandmother used to tell her swept into her mind. The tale told of how there had once been a race of people that could control the elements, they had been a very fair and gracefull people and had admired beauty above else and were well known for their unparallelled skill in art. Her grandmother had claimed that their family was descended from these people and even now the power ran through her veins. Reina had always laughed it off as something her grandmother had told her to make her feel special but now she wasn't so sure, she vaguely remembered the old woman dancing and beautiful things happening, though what she couldn't tell. Perhaps she wouldn't be lost if Kurt refused to teach her she thought as she finally reached him.

"Hello Kurtis," she said politely, butterflies swirling in her stomach, "I'm sorry to interupt but do you think it would be possible for me to learn magic? Is it a skill I could learn?"

She stood silently, eagarly awaiting a response.


Toan


Toan wiped the tears from his face and searched his pocket for the MP3 he usually carried around. Ramming the headphones in place he scrolled through the list of songs untill he found one that he knew was upbeat, Speed Over Beethoven. As the first notes began to play he willed his muscles to relax while trying to picture a scene painted by the music.

"I'd probably be a dancer if I wasn't in the Cirque," he mumbled to himself with his eyes closed, "Then again, I don't suppose I'd ever know."

To tell the truth, he didn't really miss his old life that much, the Cirque was a fun and vibrant place to be and the only thing he particularly disliked was the high wire.

"But I'd have that fear regardless of where I was," he considered, "It would be nice to have the option to leave though."

Shaking his head he scolded himself, he was letting his thoughts go dark again. Perhaps some exercise would fix that up. With a leap he jumped onto his chair.

"Hey guys!" he shouted, "Anyone feel like a break? How about a game of tag, I bet you can't catch me though."

He fell silent and froze, that had been very unlike him. He usually tried to avoid drawing attention to himself but there was no use worrying about that now, the challenge had been thrown down. He half hoped and half despaired at the thought of nobody accepting his challenge. Nervous jitters began to race through his body as he waited. Only time would tell.

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Ian's eyes shot open when Shae began to speak and he immediately fixed his posture, sitting as if he were leaning against a board, his back perfectly straight. It was obvious from the expression on his face that he was very disappointed in himself because he could tell that she definitely was. I understand, Mrs. Ashford...It won't happen again." He hund his head, his eyes full of sorrow intermingled with slight worry. It was very hard for him to restrain his anger at all. Being a wolf, it was the hardest for them. The littlest things set them off and any snide remark could force them to phase and attack whoever was in his way if he was mad enough. Now, however, it looked like he would need to be taking some sort of instruction on how to keep his cool in times like that. God knew he struggled with his emotions more than anything else. He sighed and dropped his head into his hands. He really, really hated seeing her so upset at him. He wanted to immediately prove to her that he was trustworthy, that he could be depended on. It would just take time. He would have to show her that he was able to keep calm even in the toughest times, but he needed a teacher. There was no way in hell he could do it on his own, yet Dezi was always so busy with Quiller, taming the animals and training them and himself, well, she had a full plate and she hardly got enough rest as it was. So who could he come to? He definitely didn't want Shaelynn instructing him. If it were going to be a successful teaching he would need to come over hardships and that would mean people would be ragging him and bashing him and he didn't even want to think about getting angry at her, especially not hurting her. He didn't want to hurt anyone in the Cirque, but if it came to that, Shae was one of the last people on that list.
Then he had an idea....He thought it over for a moment, then began nodding to himself, approving this thought. Kurtis seemed like a proper teacher, and if anything happened, he would be able to take care of himself, even in the worst of situations. He would have to remember to ask him about it later. If not him, he would have to find someone else to help him, and quick. The show was later that night, and he didn't want to risk anyone's neck. Although he was always pretty calm during a show, and nothing really ever bothered him all to much, at least nothing he could not handle.
Meanwhile, Dezi was looking into the glass of Euclid's tank. She nodded to the creature inside smiling. "Actually, I have read that before." She said, her lips pulling up to show her perfect teeth when she grinned.
"It's a romance of many dimensions." She joked, grinning and giggling. "Didn't they make it into a movie? I heard it wasn't half as good as the book." She shook her head. "Pity that movies cannot be as in depth as the stories they are created from. I love when the sphere comes in." She was happily talking about the novel until Quiller began tugging her away. She was still facing Euclid and waved him a goodbye.
"We can talk later, I guess. Have a wonderful day, dear!" She called before turning around and removing Quil's grasp on her arm.
"You know that I do not like to be pulled against my own will. Now, for the hundreth time, will you please not pull me around like a puppy." She halted in her words and looked back up over towards Ian, hoping he had not heard her. She saw him sitting there looking pitiful while Shaelynn stood in front of him, probably telling him what he did was wrong. Well at least she wasn't the only one who had to play "mommy" with him. She was tired of always feeling like a downer because she was forced to scold him like a child and supposedly "suck the fun out of everything".
She shut out all of the other noise around her and focused in on him alone.
I need to figure out who can help me. I just get so mad when people disrespect me, but especially Dezerra...I swear, if anyone here ever did anything to her...There would be hell to pay, but more than that, even... She came out of it, shaking her head. She felt bad for him, but he caused it himself. She agreed, though, that if anyone would be able to help, it was Kurtis. In her opinion he was one of the strongest one in the Cirque, mentally and physically. At the same time, she wasn't in his head like she was with Ian and looks can be deceaving. Everyone had their own inner strengths and weaknesses.
"Ian will be fine. He just needs to get ahold of himself...You see, being a werewolf, well, it makes all of your emotions maximized. Like if he is ever sad, he is majorly depressed...Like on the verge of killing himself. When he is mad, he completely explodes..But when he is in a good mood, he is ecstatic and caring and loving as can be." She chuckled when the smaller boy mentioned that he thought Ian's hair was "cool". "I am sure he will appreciate that. And why especially him?" She asked, curiously tilting her head, looking down at him as they continued towards the cages.
She noticed that Quil looked a bit disheartened and she knew it was because he was out of candy, but she was in luck. She dug around in her pocket and found the Tootsie Pop she had been saving, it was even her favorite. Cherry. But he seemed like he could have better use of it.
"Here." She said, holding it down to him. "Hope you like cherry." She smirked at him.
Ian's thoughts were interrupted by Toan's request to play. Although he really needed to focus on what to do about himself, the idea of letting loose for a little bit would surely help his mood. He had his routine down, so he didn't see the harm in playing for just a little bit.
"I'll play tag." Ian said, giving a devilish smirk, just daring him to agree. There was no way he could be beat by an acrobat, since he planned on being a wolf.

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Blood is a nasty thing to deal with... I should know." Interesting statement coming from a little girl... Kurtis smiled smugly to himself while he listened to her speak. She sounded like his elder, the ones that taught him not to dabble in necromancy, not to go switching body parts of other people around, that kind of thing. But this girl was probably slightly taller than half his size, and his hair could be longer than her entire body. Not that he wanted to try, that would be kind of weird.

"No problem. In a place like this... People need to look after one another. But it's kinda sad, the role reversal happening at this place." Once again... odd. Kurtis was quite confused, but understood what she was going on about. You had to make your allegience clear in the very beginning: You either liked the Ringmaster, or you didn't. There were a few, such as Kurt himself, that got away with both, but that was because many of the clowns and freaks hated him just as much. But he generally got along with everybody in the cirque, so her statement was an odd one to him. She continued with something that caught Kurt off a little thought. "Call me Ave, not Arella. The name Arella gives me creeps . Ave's spelled like the abbreviation for avenue, but pronounced Ah-vay."

Kurtis raised an eyebrow at her little comment about her name. Why would she care so much if he called her Arella, and why did that give her the creeps? AAAAAND where on earth did she come up with a nickname for herself? Most normal people recieved their nicknames because of a habit, or past experience. At least, that was what the elders told him about human society. He didn't really live in the city with people. Apparently they feared him. Or something boring like that. Kurtis shrugged, and said in a nonchalant voice, "Whatever you say Arella, or Ah-vay" He slowly pronounced her nickname. "Names are irrelevent to me, so I usually give everybody a nickname a few months into being with the Cirque. Don't worry though, they usually aren't that annoying, or embaressing." He smiled like a little devil child, until his focus was averted in the weirdest way: A clown approached him. But he knew this one by name: It was Reinna, the slightly insane Clown. (Or was it Harlequin now? Hm... questions for later.). He smiled as she began to speak.

"Hello Kurtis, I'm sorry to interupt but do you think it would be possible for me to learn magic? Is it a skill I could learn?" He waved his hand, and gave a little smirk. "You do not have to apologize for asking an intriguing question. One, I might add, that is quite... entertaining, to say the least." He stared at the sky, pondering her question. She was probably the first he had every met to approach him and ask to learn magic. Most people avoided him and the topic all together, or even shunned him for it. But this girl, she was interesting.

"I shall lay it to you straight: Yes, you can. However, one that isn't born into it has a few more disadvantages than we do." He was recalling on what his uncle had told him before he left to explore the world. "For one, it takes a crap ton of stamina and energy to pull of any spell, which makes some of the harder illusions nigh impossible for normal humans. For example, the stunt I pulled over there would be impossible for you, but say.." A card, a Joker that was dressed in completely red and was only juggling diamonds, appeared out of thin air in his hand. "Making cards appear? Child's play, even for mundanes. Its all in the circles, enchantments, that sort of stuff." He smiled brightly to her.

"Hopefully you can pull it off, it would be fun to have another magician around." His smile held a little mischievousness, as it always did when he got talking about possible pranks.

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Toan looked up at the sound of Ian's voice, he had been sure that nobody would accept the challenge but now that someone had, he felt excitement begin to course through his body.

"Ok, sure thing," he said with a smile, he was sure that he'd be able to stay out of Ian's way, "Just give me a ten second head start."

With that he ran away, passing Arella who was watching him. With a leap he vaulted a barrel, twisting in the air to land facing Ian. He knew that speed was never the answer to winning tag but rather evasion, he was confident that with his agility he'd run circles around Ian.

"See if you can catch me within three minutes," he said, bouncing on the balls of his feet, "If you can then I'll treat you to cotton candy...or something."

Limbs relaxed but ready to move he waited for Ian to begin.


Reina


She watched as the card appeared in in the magician's hand. So it was possible for her to learn, however, what he had told her did not sound promising, certainly it wouldn't be enough to make an act to show the Ringmaster, still, it would be something worth working on.

"Thank you for your time," she said watching Arella walk away, "You've given me quite a bit to think about, I'll look into it and let you know how it goes."

Turning away she began to think of her other option, all hope lay on that one story her grandmother had told her. Exiting the tent she made her way to a secluded part of the circus and began to focus on the dances her grandmother had performed when she was little, after a moment she was sure that she had memorised one of them perfectly. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath and began to move her arms in graceful patterns, she felt and energy rise up within her like a river flooding its banks. Opening her eyes she swayed to and fro like a tree in the breeze, with a gasp she saw water begin to rise up out of the ground in elegant tendrils, moving in rhythm to her dance, twing around, crossing over and joining to make beautiful designs in the air.

"I don't believe it," she whispered, "It wasn't just a story."

As she brought her dance to a stop the tendrils of water broke apart into a fine mist that cascaded around her, catching the rays of the sun like thousands of tiny prisims. Never had she felt so peaceful.

"Well it looks like I have an act to show Shaelynn," she said.

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Ian was busily running basic circles around Toan, sometimes getting distracted by either looking at his sister and Quil observing the game or by Arella's adorable laughter. It was hard to concerntrate with on-lookers.
Time was running out and he would stop at nothing to at least put in good effort and try his hardest. He wanted that kiss most of all, he didn't even care about the sweet treat he would receive.
However, the person that would have distracted him the most he tried to imagine him not being there. He shook his head, flipping around to see Toan on the ground from a bad land and he knew this was his last chance before he was out of time. With all of his remaining energy he barreled forward as fast as he could, accidentally tackling Toan to the ground and basically pouncing on him. The large wolf was heavily breathing from the constant running and he was sure looking up into the mouth of such a massive creature could be somewhat terrifying so he stood back, knowing he had one.
He only laughed in triumph, the noise coming out as a sort of cough, but if you knew Ian, he was laughing from absolute delight.
His purple iris's were only on Casper now and he was glad he was not in his human form, like this he at least did not look as eager as he truly was, but he was actually partially nervous. Why? He was just another guy and it was just a crush, but they had barely even brushed shoulders much less something that remotely resembled a kiss in the slightes. With intense and waiting eyes he followed the dolls with his eyes, trying to make it not completely obvious he had beenb staring and smiled when Casper leaned down to his level and the group counted down to plant the "trophy".
He walked over to Arella and nuzzled her, basically thanking her for supporting the two of them in the competition.
She should join next time for fun. He thought, turning around to get his clothes and catching the slightly red-pink tone on Casper's cheeks. Had he done that? He didn't want to elaborate his thoughts on it because he usually got his hopes up about things and he didn't want to risk the disappointment if they only stayed friends. Which he obviously did not mind, but at the time, that was not all he wanted from this man. It had been a long time since he had even had a relationship and he had only had one other with a guy so it would be interesting, indeed.
He shook his head again, almost violently. He was thinking about it, not even meaning to. He tried to replace the idea of the possibilty with his act, his sister, anything.
He went behind the stands again and shifted back, changing into the same clothes as he had worn before since they were still clean. He had only put them on maybe a hour ago, anyway.
He stepped out from being hidden, entirely composed and trying hard not to look at Casper, but now that he had shared a small moment between the two of him, it was hard not to be even more attracted. He felt like his crush was expanding more-so. He really needed to talk to someone wise about this, but Dezi was probably busy and he had no idea who to ask about relationships.
He decided to go to one of the very few people that he actually looked up to and respected that worked in the Cirque.
Skeptically he made his way towards Kurtis, makin sure he was by himself when he motioned him away from the crowd to talk to him alone. He figured he would follow, mainly because he would probably be curious.
He stuffed his hand into his pocket and retrieved a cancer stick, slipping the slim product into his mouth and lighting it quickly, taking a long drag and exhaling a long flume of smoke.
He was trying to put the words together in his head before he found himself looking troubled and tripping over his own words in front of Kurt.
He was looking at the ground, absent-mindedly kicking clumps of dirt with his foot as he spoke.
"So...erm, I have a question. And it is totally going to be so random for you...It's seriously been too long and I am..way rusty." He let out a nervous chuckle to try and ease himself into the next thing he was going to say. He felt so foolish, especially asking another male because women tended to be better at this sort of decision, but he had faith in who he had chosen for advice.
As he asked Kurt, his eyes were scrunched shut, mainly because he was anxious about what he would hear and overall the assumption of possibly who he could be talking about. He had a feeling that it was up in the air about his sexual preferences, but he didn't mind that much.
"I like this guy and..urgh..what do I do besides straight up tell him, like not make it obvious?" He peeked out of one eye which was still scrunched, it seemed like he was nervous to even spit it out before he offered a half grin to lighten the tension he mainly felt. He wondered what he thought about all of this...
Dezi slowly nodded, watching Toan and Ian spring about. If he looked slightly more vicious, the audience would be eating out of their hands and it could be the cherry on top of their routine. It could lead into Toan's as well, so she would have to make sure it was fine with him, but he was a sweet kid, she figured he would not mind.
"That is an interesting idea. I don't know why I would not think of that when it is happening in front of me.." She trailed off, thinking deeply and not paying attention to the beast in front of her. Quiller saved her from loosing her hand.
"Whoa! Thanks Quil." She ruffled his hair then stood, turning stern on the creature that had just had an attitude with her.
"Bad! Bad Lucian!" With a quick flick of her wrist, her whip uncurling and snapping sharply against one of the bars of the now closed doors.
"You don't want me to hurt you, do you boy?" She asked in a soothing, sing-song voice. Her angelic tone was enough to have men fighting for her but she mainly saved it for the untamed animals that she could control.
The lion now stopped looking as though he were on the attack, his shoulders lowering into a more relaxed state, but still on edge because he kept eyeing the whip.
She coaxed him towards her with a finger, holding her whip behind her back with the other hand as the lion closed the distance between the two of them, resting his massive head into her palm.
"There you go, baby. That's the good boy I know. Did you not get a good enough whiff that it was your momma?" She grinned as she scratched the beard-like fur under the cat's head.

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Ian looked up from the ground towards Toan. He had mentioned the cotton candy and his interest was pricked so he apologized sheepishly to Kurt and held up a single finger to tell him he would be back in a little bit.
He went to Toan and put his arm around the shorter boy, giving him nogey and grinning down at him.
"I can be treated now, if you want." He smirked, but then out of the corner of his eye he spotted Casper and had a sudden urge to go and help him. He looked awfully beaten up, like he was sick or something.
"Well, actually, we can eat later, I am going to do something real quick." He patted his head, in another apology, but at the time, he had one thing he had set his mind to.
He jogged towards Dezi's trailer, knowing she would not mind and he knew where she hid the key, he was definitely tall enough to reach it anyway.
He unlocked the door and pushed inside, rummaging around numerous cabinets, drawers and checking under things looking for medicine.
When he found what he was looking for, he returned the key after locking the door and jogged back towards Casper, somewhat hesitantly approaching him.
"Uh, you don't look so good. You should take a couple of these." He handed him the bottle in his hand and smiled at him.
"They are good for pain, headaches, respiratory problems and what not. Should work just fine for whatever your experiencing." He raised a hand and rubbed the back of his neck, still holding out the bottle.

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Ian stared off into space, somewhat expecting a reply from Casper but coming up short of what he wanted. He glanced towards the other male, brow raised when he began speaking to an unknown voice that had Ian whipping his head side to side as his eyes circled around the trailer for who it might have belonged to. He was sure that it would be one of his little dolls, but the pitch and tone coming from the female puppet had him wanting to shake, it was creepy nonetheless.
He watched Casper, slightly ammused as he checked under the bed and continued in the conversation which he was completely out of the loop of. Now his other brow joined his other as they knit in the middle of his forehead. He certainly was an interesting specimen, but maybe that was why he was so attracted. Ian definitely was not simple in the least bit, so it seemed obvious that he should be intrigued by someone at least as complicated.
Ian snickered at Arella's comment about him being a nurse. If that job discription defined anyone, it would be his sister. He needed to talk with her before the act started tonight, but he was so preoccupied with Casper that she was put on the backburner.
He was surprised, his eyes widened with concern as he was shoved out the door by the smaller male. Glancing back over his shoulder as he watched himself being shoved outside and the door quickly shut behind him. His brows, in turn, lowered completely. He did not understand what the rush was about, he had been trying to help and he hadn't even been spoken to and now he was rudely kicked out. She scoffed and kicked a rock with his foot as he started walking to wherever. He actually still wanted to talk to Kurtis, but after lifting his head for a moment away from his only entertainment, he could not find the magician anywhere in sight.
He sighed and continued walking.
Dezi's smile brightened when Arella called her darling. It was utterly adorable in her opinion and she watched the two young girls set off towards Toan, but the human's attention was still glued to her and she seemed absolutely mesmirized. Not like the usual people who would cower or question, but was that actual awe that she saw on her face?
Dezi's eyes crinkled at the corners when she grinned, now, and although the girl had said absolutely nothing to her, it had made her day entirely.
She felt like giving her a small performance, but that would seem like bragging so she restrained herself and stayed sitting on the ground, finding a twig which she began drawing shapes and doodles in the dirt around her indian style posture.
Once she had finished the portrait of a sunny and cloudy day above a raging ocean with a dolphin and a couple of other detailed mishapen drawings on the side, her eyes were greeted by Toan.
Immediately she popped up, fully erect and beaming again.
"Yes, actually. I did." She chuckled lightly and put her arm around the acrobat, leading him away from her embarrasing art skills and back towards Quiller and the cages.
"When I was watching you and Ian interacting it sparked an idea between my assistant and I." She let her arm slide off of his shoulder and she turned to face him, her head lowered to look him in the eye. She had a smirk on her face that was slightly smug but also interested.
"Well, how about for the last part of our act we could incorporate you somehow, maybe make it look like you were about to get pummled or something and at the last second I could fly you up to your stand or something to save you from the big bad wolf? We would have to ask Shae, of course, but if she approved how would you feel about that?"

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What nobody had actually noticed, was that Kurtis had been in his trailer for the entire time that the events of the story that moved on without him happened. He had been contacted by his elder Warlock, and had been in a telepathic debate, along with a really boring meeting that he couldn't worm his way out of. It was weird for many to believe that Kurtis was truly a member of the Cirque, since even after signing the contract that made him stay he would frequently get 'phone' calls from the elders complaining about something. He couldn't get out of them, especially since Sven, the man who raised him, was an expert telepathic Warlock and could track him down anywhere. That really wasn't a fun highlight for Kurtis, especially when he was called upon at random hours of the day.

He finally stood up from the floor of his trailer where he had been sitting in a massive circle, complete with charms and inscriptions to rejuvenate and strengthen his body. He didn't know how long he had been sitting there, but all he knew was that he really needed to stretch. Sitting cross legged really put tension on the muscles after a few hours. He quickly grabbed a shower, mainly for his hair, which was starting to get a little wonky instead of flowing. After he had fixed himself up, he stretched out his arm, made a deck appear in his hands, and pushed open his trailer door to the outside world. Light hit his face as his smiled happily to be back outside once again.

"Hope nobody missed me." He said to nobody in particular, just a general statement, as he began to walk around the cirque once more.

Ian's question popped into his mind as he walked, and he had to smile sadly. "I like this guy and..urgh..what do I do besides straight up tell him, like not make it obvious Kurt wasn't an expert on relationships and such, but he knew that they usually ended in disaster for oddballs. It was hard to get a date when your hair was longer than hers, and your hobbies included witchcraft and pulling pranks. He sighed, and should probably come up with a decent answer for him. Something along the lines of 'Don't give up' or 'Just be yourself' or the ever shitty 'Just try acting natural, and let things work out themselves.' Damn, why is this so hard...

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Character Portrait: The Ticketmaster Character Portrait: Victoria Porter Character Portrait: Casper Jetlude Character Portrait: Shaelynn Ashford Character Portrait: Dezi Skye McKinely Character Portrait: Ian David McKinely Character Portrait: Kurtis Scarlet Character Portrait: Toan Eros Character Portrait: Quiller Lenn Character Portrait: Kayleen Mae Johan
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Dezi and Ian shared a horrified and worried stare towards Victoria. Dezi's related more to the terrified expression. She already knew who had caused her to be in such dissaray and annoyance. The Ringmaster. She shuddered to herself and eyed Toan now, putting the scene out of her head before they reached the tent and she watched Victoria leave.
"Poor bugger." Her eyebrows lowered in a shared compassion for the girl, although she did not like Ian, she could not help but to feel sorry for her. She couldn't imagine the horribleness of loosing her own wings. She touched them lightly and they fluttered as if they weren't attached to her body and had a mind of their own.
"Sorry, spacing out." She told Toan, focusing on him again. It seemed like everyday in the Cirque had something crazy happening at least a couple of times throughout the evening, not including the shows.
"He will be find with it, I'm sure. I will go and talk with Shaelynn." She smiled at him and patted him on the head, then glanced towards Quiller.
She liesurly walked towards the cage, putting her hands on two bars and pushing her face between the iron.
"It's time to wake up, baby." She called to the smaller boy. She smiled and watched as Lucian slowly opened his large eyes and looked rather sleepy himself. The giant cat yawned and rested his head on his paws again, not disturbed by the prescense of the boy in the slightest.
Dezi turned back around to Toan and nodded to him.
"Yes, she can be a bit difficult to track down, but it should be fairly easy for me." She half smiled, half smirked before lifting off of the ground as her wings began flapping vigerously. She was nearly to the top of the tent, her eyes scanning over the whole of the area and found it to be empty of the ringmaster so she soared out of the tent and outside towards the setting sun, going lower to view the grounds before finally spotting her not far off under a tree. Two smaller human girls were heading in after she left as she landed lightly in front of Shae.
She gave her a small head bow and smiled.
"Hello, love. I have another question, if you're not too terribly busy. If so, it can wait until later and we could try the idea I have in mind in the next show."
Ian stared after Victoria. He felt really bad for her, but did not let his thoughts linger on the poor girl. There wasn't anything that he could do to change what had happened.
He sighed, then as he turned saw Casper running up to him. He was slightly taken by surprise, thinking before he didn't want him around. He gave him a lopsided grin when he thanked him and lifted his arm up and over to rub the back of his head while still giving that goofy smile.
"Hey, it was no problem. You obviously needed some help, but the real thanks should go- Victoria? I think she went...." He was interrupted yet again by a series of manic laughing sprees. He raised his brows skeptically, and in turn, not understanding the joke. He let his eyes wander to the ground before it was just too awkward for him to stand there while the puppeteer laughed like crazy and he didn't make a peep.
He scooted back slightly before turning around, sighing again and dropping his arm to his side.
He found Kurtis and was glad that he had come back around.
"Hey! So..." He glanced back to see Casper still enjoying whatever he had missed out on and he turn sheepishly back to the magician. "that advice? And it's not like I can just...flat out say it either...This person's...different to say the least." He let out a large breath and Kurtis's eyes with his own violet orbs. They seemed to sparkle with the hope that he was asking the right person.

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Kurtis nearly face-palmed when Ian approached him. He thought he was being stealthy, but he should have assumed the worst case scenario and just used a charm or something, cause apparently he sucks at stealthy. Must be his freaking long hair. Most likely, but it didn't change the fact that he still didn't have a suitable answer for the dude. He watched as Ian turned to look at Casper, and the pieces clicked together nicely. A small smile slowly formed on Kurt's lips as Ian spoke. that advice? And it's not like I can just...flat out say it either...This person's...different to say the least. He chuckled a little at the statement, which seemed to wrack his body. Kurtis had no idea how tired he really looked, with his hair not really properly groomed, his eyes having dark circles around them and his demeanor looking extremely tired. Thing was, Kurt didn't know that at all, and felt mostly himself, to some extent.

Kurtis looked straight at the eyes of the guy, who he couldn't figure out how this guy was 9 years older than he was. Ian acted like a child at times, which was quite weird for somebody in their late twenties. The smile stayed on his lips as he began to speak "To be brutally honest, I wasn't even sure you could approach a guy like him without flat out saying it. However, Casper is quite..." He paused for effect, since it was built into his system by now. "perceptive at times, and he may find out on his own. My advice? I don't know, keep talking to him? Go out of your way to help him, or stuff like that. Little hints, ya know? No offense, but I'm not the kind of guy that does wonders with relationships." He chuckled once, and only once, in a slightly annoyed tone.

"Though my true advice? Don't come to me with personal information. If you don't know by now, I have a bad habit of..." He tried to find the right words. "Exploiting those kind of things. Just so you know now!" He turned around, and raised one hand. "Unlike me, dude, you can't just use an illusion if you eff up, so I guess another pointer is to plan before you do something really stupid. Ciao." He waved that hand and left Ian's company, starting to feel the effects of telepathy kicking in. He wished he could have been more help to the guy, but what was a secluded warlock supposed to know about relationships? Back when he was in high school, he may have cared and attempted to go after women, but he wasn't in high school anymore, and it was before he was being charged with murder.

He rounded the corner, and realized something before noticing Alicide come out of the tent: He had no friggin clue what the day was. It could have been days before he came out of that meeting, and he wouldn't know any better. It had actually happened earlier on when he joined the cirque back when he was 16 - or was that 17? - and was getting used to everything. The elders gave him a telepathic call, which resulted in a 3 day long meeting, along with guests, and completely boring ceremonies. By the time he showed back up, he was pretty sure half of the cirque was ready to strangle him to death for missing a show, AND a few thought he had somehow deserted the cirque. That took a lot of explaining to do. He walked over to Alicide, who was having a smoke - which wasn't a bad idea, even though Morte only smoked warlock cigs made by himself - and posed his question. He still wasn't aware that he looked extremely exhausted, and that if he probably sat down he would be sleeping for a loooong time.

"Hello there Mr. Jester. Could you tell me if we have a performance tonight? I don't even know what day it is today. Warlock meeting and all..." He smiled sheepishly, which made his face look a little too ghastly. "Oh, and Reina.." He noticed that she was inside the tent, so he turned his focus to her. "I hope you still are thinking of taking of magic as a side project. Trust me when I say, it is quite enjoyable, and having another person would be quite handy." By now, he really wanted to sleep, but he needed to know if there was a show tonight or not, or else he would run the risk of getting yelled at again by somebody important.

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"I think a violin would be perfect now that you mention it," said Reina, smiling. A violin would help to draw out the subtle tones of sorrow in the song.

Alcide seemed a little frightened at the idea of joining her performance tonight in front of Shaelynn, it was the smile that had given him away.

"Well, I think Shaelynn would want to see the whole thing and it'd be more impressive with music. I'd really feel better if you were there with me," she explained, "But it's ok if you don't want to, I know it's asking a lot at last minute, it's not really anything important anyway."

But deep down she knew that it was, right now she felt as if she'd fall apart during the performance for Shaelynn if he wasn't there with her. The truth was, she was scared of being rejected and wanted someone to be there incase it all went wrong. Luckilly, her train of thought was interupted by the arrival of Kurtis asking if there was a show on tonight. Patiently she waited untill Alcide answered the question before she spoke.

"You look dead on your feet Kurtis, have you not been sleeping well?" she asked, "I'm definitely thinking about taking on magic as a 'side project' as you called it, I believe it would be something I could sink my teeth into, so to speak. However, I have something I'd like to show you later on if that's all right, it's for the act I'm going to show Shaelynn, I'm curious to know if it's of a magical nature or not and I thought you might be able to tell me."


Quiller

Quill stirred at the sound of a voice telling him to wake up.

"Five more minutes...I don't want to get up," he slurred, snuggling deeper into the warmth that surrounded him.

Suddenly something wet rasped across his face as the lion licked him. His eyes snapped open as he sat up, rubbing his face with his arm in disgust.

"Eww! Lucian, that's gross," he exclaimed, "Your breath smells of fish and meat, you need to brush your teeth."

He began to giggle as he imagined Lucian trying to hold a toothbrush. Carefully letting himself out of the cage he greeted Toan before hurrying off to wash his face.

"I guess it was Dezi that told me to wake up," he thought, splashing water on his face.

The cold water seemed to wake him up more as well as cean off all the lion saliva, for this he was glad, he didn't want to be half asleep during the show.

"It might be a good idea to eat something sugary though, "he said with a grin, "Just to be on the safe side."


Cadenza

Cadenza had been sitting in one of the stalls waching people pass by, it was one of his favorite things to do. For each person he tried to make up a secret life story in which they went through incredibly amazing quests and trials. He had just finished adding the final touches to the life story of one of the clowns where they had been raised as an assassin from birth when he noticed the magician walk in.

"Handsome, hair that doesn't seem to end and you positively reek of magic," said Cadenza to himself with a smile, "Just my type, then again, what isn't my type."

Of course he didn't mean this, Incubi weren't meant to have types but if they were then someone like Kurtis would have been his. Of course, the magician was probably straight which would make him unobtainable but still, it never hurt to try and he knew his father would finally be proud of him if he managed to sway someones sexuality. Taking a deep breath he walked over to where Kurtis stood, talking to Alcide and Reina.

"Well hello there good looking," he said to the Magician when he was sure they had all finished speaking, "I saw you from across the room and just thought I'd say, you look superfi..."

He froze, eyes locked on to Kurtis's. He had just felt the type of magic that surrounded the Magician. His pulse began to race, this was really bad.

"How could I be so stupid," he mentally cursed himself, "All this time I just thought he was a hedge witch or something like that."

He knew he couldn't really blame himself, he had never seen Kurtis perform or been this close to him, if he had then he would have been able to work it out. Kurtis was a warlock.

"Could this get any worse?" he asked himself, "A warlock like him will be able to tell what I am, I'll have to find a way to shut him up."

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“A violin it is.” He smiled to his self. He continued to smoke she went on about showing her performance to Shaelynn. He lowered his head for a moment as he thought about it for another moment. “No,” He looked up with a smile, “I can't let you down. If you want me there I'll be there,” He'd just have to deal with his nerves when the time arrived. “Besides,” He glanced around, “It's not like I have anywhere to be or any real obligations.” He gave a short laugh before putting the cigarette between his lips.

Kurtis' voice caught him a bit off guard. “Huh?” He quickly turned to look at the magician while he asked him about the show. “Yeah, there's a show in a couple hours...” He ruffled his brow as he took in how tired he looked.

Alcide looked over at Reina for a moment and then at Kurtis, “Yeah... are you sure that you'll be ready for the show?” He asked as he stomped out the cigarette. His attention went back to the conversation and he remembered how “magical” her dance had been. Magic did seem like the best explanation... not that he was an expert. Maybe she was some sort of non-human being like Ian or Victoria. Now his curiosity was getting to him. He'd have to ask her what the verdict is after she showed Kurtis her dance.

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Kurtis didn't mean to startle the jester, but apparently he was a scary and random person. Oh wait... “Yeah, there's a show in a couple hours...

Kurtis nodded his appreciation, and mentally cursed to himself. He would have to prep himself up, use some illusions or magic to get him through the next show without messing up and getting attacked by either the Ticket or RingMaster. He should really warn somebody when he does a 'conference call' that he may look like crap for the next show, or maybe he should lay down the line with his Elders and tell them his schedule so they STOP calling him at random hours or near show times. He gave a little sigh as Reina asked a question.

You look dead on your feet Kurtis, have you not been sleeping well? I'm definitely thinking about taking on magic as a 'side project' as you called it, I believe it would be something I could sink my teeth into, so to speak. However, I have something I'd like to show you later on if that's all right, it's for the act I'm going to show Shaelynn, I'm curious to know if it's of a magical nature or not and I thought you might be able to tell me. He smiled bleakly as Alicide asked him as well if he was going to make it, to which he smiled to both of them

"Yeah, I should be able to whip something up to make me look a little more presentable for tonight, and possibly kill this exhaustion. And for you info, I have been sleeping, but have a telepathic meeting with a bunch of old croons for a few hours drains everything from you, making you turn out like this afterwards." He chuckled a little, which turned to a little wheeze. "Sorry bout that. And Reina, I'm happy that you decided to take on magic so eagerly. Not many do anymore." He paused, smirking slightly at her idea and confirming whether it is magic or not. "That sounds kinda interesting actually, though you may not be able to show me for an hour or so, I seriously need to make myself look a little more presentable..." He sighed unhappily. "Well, confirming if your 'magic' is magic or not is quite easy, I just have to ask you two questions and then see it. One, are you using any circles? And two, do you feel slightly drained afterwards?"

He would have waited until she answered his question, until some person he hadn't really paid attention to much. Cadnez? Carmen? Something like that... Well hello there good looking, I saw you from across the room and just thought I'd say, you look superfi... Kurtis raised an eyebrow, and began to speak in a bored tone, one that was laced with a little sarcasm and slight shock.

"Hold up there dude, no offense but I don't-" Kurt finally zeroed in on the guy, and a small smile began to form on his lips. While the guy looked human, he certainly wasn't. Kurtis could see an underlying figure, slightly blurry, but just enough of one to know that he was using illusion magic, and quite potent stuff at that. Kurtis could usually see easily through most illusions, but this one even made his sight blurred. That smile continued to get larger, one that was slightly sinister, coniving and completely mischievious. Oh, I'm gunna have fun with this guy...

Still with the smile on his face, but letting it fall to a simple one. "Sorry man, I can't and don't swing that way. Thanks for the compliment thought... Mr.. Caden? Cadenz? Can I just call you Caden?"

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"I don't think I use a circle," said Reina, "At least, not one that I knowingly drew out but there is a little bit of a drain afterwards."

She walked off, lost in her thoughts, forgetting that she had just been talking with others. Was the drain from her dance anything that she wouldn't expect if she had been dancing normally? She couldn't be sure. There were more questions she needed to answer though, for example, the legend had involved all four elementd, did that mean she'd be able to do similar things with fire, air and earth and if so would that also mean she could control more than one at once. With a sigh she sat down and waved her arm dramatically as an experiment hoping something would happen to the ground beside her, but nothing happened. Clearly she'd have to do a lot more research into this, it made sense that the other elements would respond to a different style of dance.

"After all, each element has it's own personality," she muttered, "Movement like what's in my water dance wouldn't apeal to fire at all."


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Cadenza's heart fell as he watched the smile spread across the Magician's face, clearly he had already worked it out and he could tell from the man's last comment that there was no way he'd be able to seduce him.

"It's a pity," he thought, "He would have made a nice boyfriend. At least coming out as an incubus wouldn't be difficult."

He was trying to convince himself that he didn't care but knew that deep down he was disappointed. Cadenza crossed his arms wondering why he had been born an incubus when he clearly wasn't cut out for the job, he didn't have the right body and now he was having genuine feelings for another person. It didn't help that the person in mention was capable of blowing his cover.

"It's Cadenza," he said, trying to keep himself calm, he didn't want the warlock to know how nervous he was, "As in the musical term but I'm fine with you calling me Caden. Zen works too."

He wanted to confront the warlock now, just to know where he stood but knew that the time wasn't right. Reina may have walked off somewhere but Alcide was hanging around. He needed to get Kurtis alone somewhere and fast, before he could start spreading secrets.

"I had the feeling you were straight but I figured I'd try anyway," said Cadenza, "It was worth a shot. Do you mind if I ask you something? In private?"

Cadenza hoped that this would work, he was a little worried that the grinning warlock might refuse just to spite him. He knew that if he needed to he would drag the man away by force, it was an unpleasant thought, with luck it wouldn't come to that.

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"Good, I don't think I would remember a name that was such a mouthful." He smiled, and then paused when Caden asked him if he could speak to him in private. He was going to agree, but he knew that this guy would probably try something shady like attempt to cut out his tongue or something. He then heard the Ticketmaster shouting, and he swore. He knew what that meant, and so did everybody else: the doors were open, the people were entering, and Kurtis could only get about 5 minutes of sleep. His shoulders slumped sadly, wishing he could have had a bit more sleep before getting on stage, so that maybe he wouldn't look so groggy, but that was what magic was for.

He grabbed a funny looking object, of pen-like shape, only there was no ball point, and no ink coming from it. "Sorry dude, but you know what it means when Ticketman starts yelling. But I may come visit you for a while afterwards to discuss whatever seems to be on your mind." His smile was back to that mischievous and blackmailing smile, and then he made a simple gesture to Cadenza: He put a single index finger to his lips, and made the international 'sh' motion, still smiling. "I'll keep quiet about your... differences for now." He turned and began to walk away, and started drawing circles onto his already circled hand, adding onto the one already there.

"Please don't try any funny business, okay man? I would rather this not get ugly, or violent." he chuckled a little before placing his hand onto his face, and when he lifted it off his face looked like it was completely well rested, even sparkling a little. It was obviously an illusion, and would wear off by the end of the show, but he needed to look his best for his audience. After all, with freaks and acrobats that bring about possiblities, it was his job to deny reality all together, just to amaze the crowd. Kurtis headed towards his trailer to grab some last minute supplies. You know, such as knives, dynamite, a slug, the works.

Gotta love the cirque.

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Relief swept over him as the magician formed him that he would keep the secret only to be replaced with annoyance when he added "For now."

"Me? Try anything? You've got to be kidding," said Cadenza.

How Kurtis found the nerve to say such a thing was beyond Cadenza, as if he would be the one to let things get messy, Warlocks were the ones you couldn't trust, their very name meant traitor.

"You missed a spot," he said coldly as the warlock placed an illusion over his face.

He didn't mean it of course but Kurtis had annoyed him, as much as he wanted to deny it, the warlock's remark had hurt him.

"In any case, good luck with the show," said Cadenza before walking off to prepare.

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Kurtis had a big grin on his face as he exited his trailer and headed towards backstage to drop the box of things he was carrying. He was going to have quite a bit of fun at tonights performance, but he knew that he would have to watch himself and not get too excited. The last time Kurtis was really excited for a show, he sawed a lady in half and refused to put her back together until he sawed her into 9 different pieces. Needless to say, many people were very unnerved, and he was pretty sure the RingMaster wasn't happy about it. Never the less, he had a wonderful show lined up tonight, and he was dressed for the part. He put on a black and white striped top hat, with jacket and pants to match with the pinstripe theme. This was his a little more eccentric look, since looking like a warlock in the middle of nowhere wasn't the most appealing. Now a guy that looked like he had a stripe complex, that was interesting, at least to him anyway.

He dropped all of his equipment off, which included 2 swords (No stabbing this time! Phew...) and a very large, venomous spider. And that was just for the opening. Then he had some fruit, his classic saw and sawcut box, his shrinking box and he even felt like bringing out his silhouette moon (light is cast on it, and the person behind looks like a shadow.) He was so giddy for tonight's performance, he didn't even badmouth a single person, make any wise cracks or even taunt the clowns while he was there. That was rare.

He then, breaking the protocol of not showing an actors face before the performance, proceeded through the main tent (the big one where everybody is sitting, if you weren't sure) towards the main gate where the Ticketmaster was standing. He had two reasons, really, for going to the entrance. The first was to scout out possible people he could ask to go on stage. He didn't want to be unprepared, and just ask any random person, No, he had to pick a variety of people, some that looked like extreme logical people, while others he needed people about his own age or younger that were still amazed by illusions. The second reason was to ask the Ticket master a series of serious questions. The first was about that Cadenza character, which Kurtis was getting bad vibes off of, and the second was mandatory for him:

He had to ask how graphic he was allowed to go ever since that incident, which had been quoted earlier. Ever since then, he had to ask how violent and graphic he could go, and even how illegal he was allowed to be. It was a real pain in the ass, but he had to, since his levels of giddiness sometimes exceeded the legal limit, which ended him doing something... illegal. You know, fraud, kidnapping - wasn't his fault the last time he made somebody disappear, they were really snotty - the works.

He passed a teen girl whom he had heard of before, and instantly picked her for one of his acts, and then passed a two teenagers (they would be Kaylee and Sara.) who seemed very enthusiastic. A small smile crept to his lips and he remembered their faces for later. He finally made his way to the Ticketmaster, and tipped his top hat to him before asking in a dull question, which he had to say quietly enough that the crowds couldn't hear him "So, how graphic am I allowed to go tonight? Are there a bunch of 4 year olds like that last time which I will apparently 'scar for life'?" His tone was so bored, he almost felt himself getting tired.

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Ian could tell that the moment he walked up that Kurtis was not in the least bit excited to have him joining his presense. He sighed and watched the ground with uneasiness, waiting while he was thinking. He most likely made it completely obvious whom he had been talking about when he had peered over his shoulder, but it did not really matter now.
He met the magician's eyes as he began to state his opinion on the subject.
He gave a small nod of agreement that it did seem best to just tell him, but this was already getting under his skin. He hated expressing his feelings and he was always used to the women or men approaching him. Only once had he made a forward offer and it was only to ask for a dance. He sighed again when Kurtis had said "no offence" and shook his head to inform him that none was taken in the slightest. The only reason he had asked him was because he seemed like the most wise, knowledgeable, and mature of men on the subject, but he slightly seemed to have failed at that.
He slightly cringed when he was reminded that Kurtis was always the jokester and he hated the fact that he may, now, be put on the spot about his crush. Maybe even in front of everyone. The idea unnerved him and he shuddered on the inside just thinking about his reaction to such a horrid thing, but of course he would jump to conclusions about it. He shook his head, now hating himself for even mentioning anything. He could have easily just done it on his own and he was sure, almost positive, that Dezerra would be listening to him and critisizing him for not coming to her about dating advice. She had always helped him before, kept him on his toes and remind him when he needed to be proper and when it was okay to relax.
She really was like the mother they never really had and he scolded himself. He was supposed to be the big brother, not the older sibling who didn't even know how to handle talking to someone. He swiftly thanked Kurtis with a mumble before watching him off.
He peered over watching Dezi take flight and following her with his eyes before she zipped out of the tent. He curiously tilted his head, wondering where she was heading off to.
He figured that the show would be starting soon, it was getting close to seven and he needed to go and change before the show so he would not ruin his good clothing. He had a set aside wardrobe that the clowns often lent a hand in repairing that he used to rip out of just for the shows. The audience always got a kick out of it.
Dezi's attention was taken away from Shae when she heard the call about the show. She bowed her head for a moment and apologized, but she figured that the ringmistress would understand her need to hurry.
"We can just set it for tomorrow's show or something." She chirpped before skipping into a run, using her hands to push her muscles into a sprint.
She caught a sliver of Ian's thoughts and part of her wanted to chuckled while the other half wanted to scoff. He seriously had asked Kurtis for some sort of inspiration to talk to Casper. She could not admit that she was not surprised, though. Lately he had been more stand-offish around her and had tried to keep more to himself, which in turn just made her more eager to know what was going on in that mind of his. It wasn't like he had the ability to hide anything. She knew the second his mind was made up about anything and she was greatful because she had stopped him from hurting others. Mentally and physically.
When she swung the door to their trailer open she bumped into Ian who apparently had just entered as well. She pushed past him, even though it seemed like a challenge to move the huge guy, she didn't care right now. The show was much more important than his relationship status.
"Dezi....C'mon. Don't be like that, please-" "You need to get ready." She stated in a hard tone before swiping the curtain shut that divided the two sections that they shared when he was allowed to stay with her, which was rare, but she had the feeling that would be changed now.
She pulled off her regular, everyday clothing and pulled one of her favorite blue dresses which she enjoyed because it complimented her curves well. Once she had adjusted it onto her body she slipped on a pair of silver heels. She removed the curtain and stepped out, hearing Ian's whistle of approval she smirked, but it fell fast. He was wearing simple clothes, which was to be expected. A pair of baggy jeans that hung off of his waist slightly matched with his long sleeved, plain v-neck.
She shrugged and strutted out, leaving him to walk on his own and he hurried to catch up with her.
"Dezi, please." She stopped to look at him and he could not help but to look down at her shoes. "How you can walk in those, I have no idea. You better not fall and break your neck or I'll be short one sister." He laughed and she rolled her eyes angirly and began walking again, but he held onto her shoulder and stopped her.
"If you are seriously stopping to me to talk about my outfit, just leave me the fuck away." Ian was bewildered as she started off again but Ian stopped her with his thoughts.
She hates me. She turned on heel and stared up at her ignorant brother.
"You seriously think that, Ian?" She asked, basically scolding him. She sighed and he shook his head.
"No, but I feel like you can't even look at me right now." She shook her own head and went to him and held onto his arms.
"Just don't even worry about it, kay? Let's just do this." She slapped his arm and continued to walk towards backstage and met up with the others. She came up to Arella and looked down at the small girl. "Hello there, doll. Will your friend be in the audience tonight?" She asked as she glanced towards the entrance seeing Ian walk in all clumsy-like, tripping over the tent fold.
"He is really bugging me right now." Which was not really unusal, however she mainly just stated the fact to herself, rather then Arella.
"You look pretty in that dress, Ave." She gave her a grin.

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The Ticketmaster nodded his head to the young girl, Marie and continued handing out tickets. He spotted another future addition to the cirque and his grin grew. “Enjoy the show.” He handed both of the girls a ticket, “Be sure to stick around afterwords to meet with some of the talents,” He spoke so that only Kayleen could hear. Then he continued handing tickets out to the other guest.

“You know better then to show your face outside of the tent,” He spoke to Kurtis without looking at him keeping the smile planted on his face. He was almost like a Cheshire cat since it was rare that the smile ever faded. His eyes darted in Kurtis' direction when he spoke. He remained quite while the warlock spoke to him seeming to ignore him as he continued to greet guests. “There aren't many children this evening,” He watched the line dwindle down to just a few people. “You may be as graphic as you wish to,” He turned his body to face Kurtis, “However,” He held up his index finger, “humans must leave the stage intact and alive. Also,” A small chuckle left his throat, “Anyone you make vanish must return...” His words trailed off as his smile grew even more, if that was even possible. “The girl... Kayleen,” He turned his eyes to the sky as he thought. “Make her vanish and bring her to me after your performance.” He ordered the man darkly. It wasn't like he'd allow him refuse his offer. He simply needed to get the girl away from her little friend.

The Ticketmaster returned to taking the tickets from the last few people in line before closing the money box. “Anything else? We have to start the show.” His smile shrunk down a bit as he waited for the magician to speak. He knew that he wasn't done with the questions. The Ticketmaster didn't care, he just wanted to get the show going so that he could figure out a way to get Marie to join the cirque. “You,” He glanced over to a clown, “make sure that all of the freaks are in their cages... Can't have them running around loose can we?” The clown gave a shiver before running off to make sure that all of the freaks where locked away.

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You know better then to show your face outside of the tent, Kurtis was getting scolded again, but he didn't mind it. The Ticketmaster may scold him, but the Scarlet Magician was useful for one real reason: Anybody that the Ticketmaster wanted in the show, he just made them disappear and have them reappear later for the Ticketmaster to get them to sign the contract. Grim and dirty business, but it at least gave him something to look forward to. Though that usually meant that the newbies that he made disappear hated his guts for the first few months, if not longer. He sighed out of annoyance and listened to his words. The great part about the Ticketmaster had to be his smile, Kurtis thought to himself smuggly. May creep most people out, but it is pretty sweet, and the sneakiness of it all! Reeks with it.. “There aren't many children this evening, You may be as graphic as you wish to.

Kurtis was pumped. He didn't have to worry about frightening little children with his spider, or scarring toddlers with his effects. He was totally ready for this, until the Ticket master just had to go and say “However, humans must leave the stage intact and alive. Also, Anyone you make vanish must return... Kurtis made a face. He just had to go and remind him of when he made that one lady disappear when he got too excited. Damn it, he really hated being reminded of that, cause ever since then less people came to the cirque, he had to change his name slightly - his stage name used to be the Crimson Magician - and he was lectured for hours about it.

"No fun..." He mumbled to himself, especially about how the humans had to be left intact when they left. He once had a very annoying man believe that he could make his hand return after he left. Kurtis then proceeded to vanish and not come back, making the man believe that his hand would just come back later. The fun of it all.

The girl... Kayleen. Make her vanish and bring her to me after your performance Kurtis raised an eyebrow, with a little 'Hmm?' coming from his throat. It had been a while since he had asked him to do this, make somebody vanish for good under the cover that she was all part of the act and returned later. He tipped his hat down, his well known mischievous smirk already on his lips. "As you wish, Mr. Ticketmaster" he said in a slight mocking tone, but he meant it in a way as well. The TicketMaster was pretty cool in Kurtis' eyes, even if he was a jerk and really cruel to the freaks. He turned around, hearing a rustling in the woods. He raised an eyebrow before departing, slightly confused.

Onlooker, or just a stray, I wonder?