♦♛♦ Cirque De Mortifica' ♦♛♦

[Jihae]

◊ Inside the train. → Bed. ◊
◊ Restless & Negative. ◊

Ugh.
No matter how hard she tried, she would never get her husband to stop smoking. But now that she has looked upon it more, she can't change him. No matter what. It isn't right to change someone for your own benefit, especially someone who was so dear. She loved him for who he was, so she just let the situation be. For now. Margaux let off a sigh of bliss as she saw Thomas throw his cigarette out the window. No fires for tonight, but a barbecue sounds absolutely amazing. Now his cigarette was just a lost opportunity. Damn.

The ringleader was having a ball of energy that she was trying so hard to contain. But it wasn't the kind of energy that would make you run around the world, smiling as you reach the most beautiful scenery you've seen as your legs whiz past your vision. It was the kind of energy that made you lay on your bed, look up at the ceiling, and just think about your life as the night goes on and when the sun begins to shine through your window, you realize that you have been wasting your life, and just thinking about the years you have had since birth was a perfect example of how plain and useless your life is.
Margaux was in silence as her contemplating brain started to take over. Plain silence was a bit abnormal for the woman. The ringleader had a loud mouth, and that could be taken in both the attitude way, and the carnal way. It wasn't until her partner in crime began to speak Margaux looked at the Beast with a distant look in her eyes. T's voice in the background, her eyes on the new member, and her mind in the puzzle box that is life. Good thing Mar was a good multitasker. She heard every single word uttered from her lover's lips, but the frequencies were ocean waves her brain was pushing away. She tried to make it sound like her full attention was on him by nodding and giving him occasional glances, but no use. She needed to think. She needed to waste her energy.

The feeling of her husband cupping her face was all it took to snap her out of contemplating, but she knew it wasn't going to last long. After one brief kiss, Margaux started to get angry at herself. Angry for not being good enough for her husband, as she knew very well his lips were being placed elsewhere. To relieve the anger, Margaux scoffed at her husband as he walked off to bed. She then put her hands behind her arms and rocked on her heels before walking slowly towards the Beast. Her nimble hands grabbed at his arms, giving him a tight squeeze before moving onto his shoulders and pushing down on them. Then, she cupped his cheeks and looked into his eyes with a squint. Was the newcomer worth sharing the deadly news? Of course he was. Beast was now family. He deserves to know. But Margaux's brain was just begging her to leave so it can take over. So she just smiled, ruffled his hair, and began to walk away.
"I'll tell you the details later, kid. Welcome to the family."
And on that note, she walked to the shared room her and T have grown quite used to. She quietly opened the door to prove her theory right. Her husband was sound asleep. But he took up the whole damn bed with his body. The female sighed softly before walking over to the edge of the bed, looking over her husband deeply. So cute.
After she made sure her husband was asleep, Margaux's body just dropped to the floor. Her heart aching, and her mind racing. Her mental energy was now starting to flow out of her in the shape of tears. The ringleader had a silent mental breakdown in a shared room, overlooking the years she has had. The pain she was put through. The heartbreak she has felt. The shame she put on her family.
It was just too much.
Margaux was holding back dry heaves.
She was tugging on her hair in quiet misery.
Her voice muffled with white knuckles.
She was a train wreck. An absolute mess.
And not a single soul could know about it.
Margaux spent the rest of the night letting her heart shatter into unfixable pieces like the last time, and letting her evil mind take over.​

@Ali
@Crono​

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[Crono]

- Name: Nexxus "Nexx" Amadeus
- Location: Inside the train
- Mood: Happy and Curious

Nexx nodded obediently when he was spoken to, eye facing the floor when the his new masters showed their affection. The drawn man left, he mentioned- um... what was that word he said? Gruesome, the Beast felt like he should know what that meant but he didn't. He felt rather dumb for it, the drawn man said many words he didn't know, but Nexx got the general gist of what he was saying. So far his masters seemed nice, much nicer then the white coat men, and that made him happy.

Nexx then turned to the woman. He liked her hat, it looked pretty. Oh, she pulled him down to her hight. It was rather odd looking, as the tower of a man had to basically bow to his master for them to be even. The Beast didn't know what to expect, was there something in his eye? But then the woman left, welcome to the family was what she said. "T-thank you. Good night Miss." He gave her a small wave as she left.

Nexx then looked around. Alone again. Was that why he chased the big fast monster? So lonely for so long... He couldn't take it. Hmm... The drawn man had talked about rooms in this part of the beast... Nexx found them, they were like the rooms except bigger and warmer and with cool slidey doors. He walked into one and instead of laying down on a bunk the Beast curled up like a dog and quickly fell asleep with a smile on his face. Warmth, friends, a coldness was there but the people seemed to make him care about it less.

Welcome to the family Nexx. Enjoy your time.



I'm sorry to say it was limited.

Name - Callic Mac Williams
Location - Kitchen, Inside of train
Mood: Questioning life choices​

Callic was briefly distracted by the scorch mark the gout of flame that came out of her pipe had made on the ceiling. "Jesus Christ I'm a fire hazard..." She then looked back down to attempt and comprehend exactly what happened. It was clear something went down, the members were all too quick say that nothing had. Callic wasn't about to play detective, she would just make sure whatever it was was resolved.

Oh look Morticia is flailing about like a headless chicken, screaming about salt. And now Dactrin poured baking powder on her and is hugging her. Callic sighed, this was horribly normal for her. That must say something about her life. "Look. I should care, but I don't. Just get yer loony asses to bed already. We'll be arriving soon." She shook her head and made her way back down the train to her room. She couldn't sleep, no matter how hard she tried. Eventually soft tunes drifted down the train, from the engine room to the bodies.

 

[Blox]

Dactrin L. Cooper - Kitchen/Sleeping Quarters - Exhausted

Despite feeling Morticia relax, Dactrin remained tensed, ready to react if she was still loose off of her handle. He knew she wasn't human but he didn't know her well enough yet to understand who, or what exactly she was. Perhaps one day she would be able to explain herself. She pushed him away as she freed herself, causing him to stumble back and bring himself to a standing position. Callic had no patience and thankfully didn't pursue the situation. Apparently they were close to their destination and the team needed to rest for the final leg of the trip as they prepared for their performance. Dactrin dusted himself off from the baking soda, warily watching Morticia as she said goodnight to Prince before leaving the kitchen, Callic already out with out even caring who would clean up.

Dactrin glanced to Prince before moving to the supply cupboard, grabbing a broom and pan to sweep up the baking soda left across the floor. As he swept the mess he spoke to Prince. "Watch your back. It sounds like Morticia is a little too fond of you." He placed the filled pan in the trash and put the supplies away, scooping up his food from the table and heading for the door. He turned back to Prince "you are quite the mime, huh?" he said with a grin, referencing to his recent vocalization. With that he left the kitchen and headed back to his room.

Dactrin came to a stop by Nadya's door, looking at the closed entrance with the desire to enter. He wasn't sure what he would say to her, or what he would do. Perhaps he could just offer her company. But no, she had pushed him away. He was better off trying to reach out to her again later. A pain twisted in his gut and a gurgle fluttered from his empty stomach, his body reminding him that he was still quite hungry. Turning from Nadya's door, Dactrin continued to his room, entering and sitting himself down on his bed. Thankfully Xavier and Nico hadn't yet made it to bed. He ate rather quickly, basking in the comforting silence. Once he scarfed down his food, washing it down with a large glass of red wine, he plopped himself down on his covers and closed his eyes. His last thoughts were of him hoping the boys wouldn't enter the room loudly and wake him up; he hoped he could get a decent sleep before they arrived to their destination.

Sleep came quickly. His dreams were intense and he rocked restlessly, yet Dactrin slept in a deep enough sleep to not be woken until the train had reached their performance destination.



@Crono
@DANAsaur
@darkflames13
@ILovePandas

 

[darkflames13]

{ Prince Ashworth }
`Location: Kitchen → Cabin◞ ♦ `Mood: Bloody relieved◞

Relief soared through every muscle in his body when Morticia snapped out of possessed reverie. At least no one was vying for his head -- or rather tongue -- now. Prince felt even more relieved at the words the harvester or souls uttered upon walking towards him and rubbing his throat. "Mhmm. Thank you. Rest well Morticia" he whispered to Morticia before she left the scene. It may not have been what he wanted to hear exactly, which was that she'd be able to revert him back his quiet mime state of being able to control when he speaks or not, but hearing that she's actually able to fix him was a relief of it's own.

"Look. I should care, but I don't. Just get yer loony asses to bed already. We'll be arriving soon." Callic's words brought his attention to her once more. Before he could say goodbye, the conductor left off to catch some sleep he presumed. "Perhaps it was for the best that she didn't hear me say a word" he mumbled to himself as the thought crossed his mind. Prince looked to the last person left in the room, Dactrin; his saviour... who was now cleaning up the mess that was made. "Watch your back. It sounds like Morticia is quite fond of you." Confused, Prince began to think back to the events of the day. Somehow he doubted that Moritica took special interest in him as what Dactrin had suggested -- or at least that was what he'd interpreted from his words. "Wha--" before he could inquire about it, Dactrin spoke once more, a grin gracing his face as he did. "You are quite a mime, huh?" Prince watched as Dactrin left the kitchen.

"I wasn't even able to thank him" The mime sighed and proceeded to returning to his quarters as well. As soon as he got to his cabin, Prince crashed on the bed. "Who knew talking was so tiring" With those final words, his eyelids closed and his breathing slowed; he was now asleep.

Characters Mentioned
Morticia Crevan (@DANAsaur)
Dactrin Cooper (@Blox)
Callic Mac Williams (@Crono)

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[T E R R O R]

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Walking with Dolores | Irritated --> Neutral
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⋙Alfie groaned a little bit under his breath, he didn't really like the fact that Dolores found it amusing to bring up a guy around him. He didn't get jealous easily, but it did get irritating after a while. Though that was true about him, sometimes he just doesn't even pay attention to half the things shy usually says to him about others. It wasn't that he was being mean or didn't care to listen to her, it was the fact that he could care less about what compliment she gave other guys or even girls if it ever came around to that. He blinked at her then thought for a minute about who this Prince was, certainly someone who he hardly knew of. After a while, the name finally jogged his memory and made him gasps just a little bit before nodding his head slightly. He didn't really socialize himself with the male, but it wasn't because he disliked him or hated him. It was simply because he really felt no need to at the time, though it there was a time that they met each other face to face then he would see no reason to not because friends or something with the shorter male. Alfie rolled his eyes when she mentioned him being cute again, "Yeah, ok. Whatever you say dear." he told her before smirking and going back into his thoughts. It was when she had spoke up once again that it grabbed his attention and made him focus on the female once more. "Follow you? So it seems as if you do not need anymore help hm?" he asked then she followed up with another comment. "Yes, I know you thrive on attention more than you should. I shouldn't bless you with it though, seems like you've had enough of that anyway." he told her then chuckled just a bit. Alfie then grunted, did she really think he would invade privacy like that just to sneak a look at a woman? If so, then she truly didn't know him all too well. "I'd rather just let you have at it, I'll be outside if you need me...Not that you will anyway." he said and shrugged before letting her go. He saw no reason to keep helping her walk since she probably was able to after a while, she sure didn't have any problem hinting at it though.⋘

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Mentioned: Prince & Dolores
Interactions: Dolores @N/A​

 

[Justin]

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♦Bed⇒Sleeping♦
♦Exhausted⇒Upset♦
"Okay, that was fun Mina and Nico...we definitely have to play cards again." Xavier, Mina & Nico had played a few friendly hands of Crazy 8's...his favorite card game, now he was ready for bed. He jumped into his bunk, going under the covers. You would think someone who was literally fueled by fire would never get cold, but Xavier did get cold at night. Right when he touched the bed, he fell straight to sleep. Xavier was relaxed for about five minutes and then...he started to move around, another Nightmare was starting up.

You see a little boy in the middle of nowhere, he's searching for something or someone. You see a man walking away from him, but why? "Pappa!" The little boy screams out to the man...who doesn't even stop to turn around and notice the little boy. "Pappa! Why are you leaving me!" The little boy tries to run after the man, but he seems to get farther and farther away from the boy. "Pappa! Why won't you take me with you!" The boy trips over a rock...dirt covers him now. "My Pappa doesn't love me..." The man vanishes from the boy's sight. The boy sits there, crying and yelling Pappa!

Xavier turns and turns in his bed...this was one of his bigger nightmares...

The boy is now a ten year old kid, this time he sees the man again...but he doesn't yell after him. The man seems to be following HIM now. "You don't love me...so go away." The ten year old turns away from the man. The man grabs the boy by the shoulder...in a drunken voice he says, "You are right, I don't love you...you're a disgrace to your people." The man vanishes again...the ten year old falls to the ground, he cracks his head open...shattering into little pieces.

Xavier now has tears streaming down his face...he is still asleep, but the tears keep falling. The tears evaporate because of the fire inside of him. The only thing he says now is, "Pappa...why..."

I: @ILovePandas
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[Ali]

♤♧♡♢ Goofy, Awake, Ready to Go ♤♧♡♢
◤Campsite → Ringleaders Carriage (Outside)◥

It had been nearly two hours since the tattooed ringleader had awoken from his deep, gravely needed slumber. Though it was true demons didn't need to sleep, mortal bodies did. To house such power and not fall apart with little to no sleep was a feat most couldn't overcome, and that was why -occasionally- T endeavored in the activity that was rest. It was nearing 5:30am, and contrary to popular belief, T wasn't the only one of the circus awake - true, he was the only one currently awake (aside from those that don't sleep) who hold the rights to performance, but the circus' "helper monkeys" -as Margaux called them- were busy setting up the campsite. T had found a small area with multiple boxes stacked in haphazard piles; his makeshift seat was of the box highest off the dirt flooring of the campsite area in which Callic had chosen to rest the mighty beast they all traveled in. T was personally relieved to have the train in a sleep mode of sorts, seeing as it was his animation magic that keep the thing in a suspended state of travel. Callic was the true master of the train, however, she merely steered the beast, her need-f0r-speed, sometimes took T for surprise, though he quite enjoyed the excitement it bestowed upon his wife when she experienced the rush of air blasting her face and body atop the trains indomitable roof. T had a cigarette resting in his inked hand, and with his mind on other things, his digits began skillfully twirling the small stick of tobacco around his pointer, middle and index fingers. It mimicked a rhythm of sorts, almost like baton twirling. T inhaled deeply, the smell of burnt wood and musky air filling his lungs. It was no surprise the morning weather had taken such a bleak tone, recently, fires had sprouted up all over London, due to the sudden heat wave. Fire, was a dangerous thing, leading to immediate destruction if one was not careful.

T tilted his body back, leaning up against the singular stack of boxes only about two-heads higher then the one he was currently sitting on. He carefully leaned into the precarious stack, watching the dark sky turn from shades of black and blue, to yellows, golds, pinks, and oranges. The sunrise was truly a sight to behold, and to miss out on it was unforgivable in the Ringleaders mind. T sighed, watching as the large, muscular men lifted box after box to different locations around the campsite; at this point, nearly everything had been set up aside from the kitchen and dining area, but that did always come last. Thomas had always preferred the campsite kitchen to the trains; though it was regal in appearance, the one that was set up each time they preformed somewhere new felt more like home, it was... messy, and had a touch of welcome to it that only a demon could lack in it's life. The man lept softly from his pile of boxes as two, rather tired looking women came up to him in attempts to grab the boxes they had previously put there for set-up. Surely, finding Thomas atop them wasn't a surprise and with a morning scowl, the two grabbed multiple boxes, stacked on top of each other, moving away to different areas of the dirt land. T stood there, seat-less, with a mock pout lining his face. He had half a mind to assist the women and men, however, his mind was now set on a new idea, one that he hoped would gain him some points in the wife's tally book, rather than a slap for waking her up so early. Perhaps she was already awake? That would make this a lot easier - though, after her transformation yesterday, T doubted his assumption very much.

Tattooed fingers dropped the smoldering butt' of ash to the ground whilst his loafer-clad foot punched out the remaining ashes with one final blow. He approached the metal beast that his beloved 'family' slept in, finding the carriage he knew all to well due to appearance. The outside was painted with shaky hands, T's hands to be more specific. This was the only carriage of the train that differed from the rest in aesthetics, giving it a look of preeminence to the rest. His eyes shifted over the many different points of interest, some of angels, bleeding on a cross, others of flowers and children. There was even a strange, small little addition of a fairy, however this only made complete sense to the demon, as that is what his wife embodied - it was odd to recollect this painting however, seeing as this had been done to the carriage before Thomas and Margaux had purchased it many years back. Perhaps it was a sign of fate.. perhaps Margaux wasn't to give up on T quite yet.
He came close to the hollowest part of the carriages shell, which happened to be just below the massive singular window that broke any and all possibility of a 'closed carriage'. T brought his hand up to the metal and with a mischievous grin on his face, whacked his bare knuckles against the metal in a fashion that represented a classic childhood code:

Knock. Knock knock knock knock...Knock knock.
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Characters Interacted With:
Margaux (@Commander Cheesecake)​

 

[Jihae]

◊ Ringleader's Carriage. (Inside.) ◊
◊ Exhausted & Playful. ◊

. . .
Oi vey.

After attempting to rest for a mere hour, a thin ray of sunshine glared through the carriage's window and hit the floor, where the female ringleader happened to "sleep" for the night. Sleep being in doubt since Mar didn't sleep at all, she just closed her eyes when the sky turned a sliver blue and let her mind roam freely with curiosity and acceptance.
Margaux flipped her body over so that she was laying on her stomach. She could feel the icy temperature from the early morning seeping into the floorboards. Refreshing, in a way. The female then began to stretch, not even knowing if T was in the room with her or not.
Her arms stretched out quite widely and so did her legs. Her back arched in a very peculiar U shape and the ringleader let out a monstrous dinosaur groan. Nobody looked attractive when doing this. Nobody. Plus, the noises coming out of her throat were unnerving and just plain weird. But it just felt so right. Some of the bones in Margaux's body even cracked to her morning dinosaur stretches, popping in unison as the blood started to flow through her body.
This was just enough to give her a nice amount of energy for a couple of hours, even if she is running on no sleep.

Margaux rose up from the floor and peered at the bed to see if anyone was accompanying her and saw that just happened.
Nope. Go figure. T slept earlier than she did, and she didn't even sleep at all. Without even looking in the mirror, she could tell that her eyes were puffy from the lack of sleep and tears in her eyes, and her head was hurting a bit from the amount of times she pulled on her hair. T really slept through all of her shenanigans?
Damn, she's good.
Margaux lifted a dainty hand to her face to prove her appearance theory right. She found that her makeup was running down her face and it was wet to the touch. Tears were recent. God dammit. She's going to look like a mess.
Not without the help of a T-Shirt she's not!
To try and wipe off the runny makeup staining her face, the ringleader took off her shirt and began to wipe her cheeks to remove the remainder of eternal tears and imperfect makeup.

Feeling the cold run through her spine and stroke at her arms, the air picked the ringleader off her feet and the first thing she thought of in the morning was,
"I am really. Fucking. Hungry right now. Eh, no matter."
She plopped her entirety on her bed and not even a minute after she heard a wonderful knocking melody.

"FUCK OFF WHOEVER YOU ARE. TOO EARLY FOR THIS NOISE FROM HELL."
Just because she was hungry and a bit energetic, doesn't mean she was going to be a big meatball in the morning. Margaux let off a small sigh as she reminded herself that she was going to try and be nice. Try is the key word here. She got off the extremely comfortable bed the two couple shared and headed for the door, not even caring about how the end product of her shirt wiping looked like.
Thomas. Her fucking asshole of a lover. The female plastered a fake but kind smile at the man before engulfing him in a loving hug.
"Good mooornniing baaaaaaaabe.~"
Yikes. She's a mess in the morning. Margaux then stood on her tippy toes to give her husband a very sloppy, tired, exhausted, pained, loving, good morning kiss.
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Character Interaction(s):
@Ali​

 

[ILovePandas]

Madam Nadezhda

Nadya was up at the crack of dawn, as usual, unable to sleep through the ruckus of the circus being unloaded. Nadya herself did not need to unpack because she always worked out of her compartment on the train. Working out of her compartment allowed her to keep all her things in order and avoid the loosing or breaking of anything that that constant moving would bring on. And with the train being a little ways off from the main tents gave her clients quiet and privacy during readings. Nadya smirked at the thought. Reading her clients deaths days or moments before they were murdered never got old. Although she kept the truth from some of them, others she told of their impending doom. Sometimes moments before she sank her claws in their throats. The looks on their faces never grew old. Of course some of her clients were her fellow cirque members and in that case there was no killing involved. But it was just as pleasing to impart to them that they would indeed be sucessful in their impending conquests: in short, that they would succeed in murdering their targets.

However, these joyful memories were short lived as the memory of last nights reading came crashing into her mind. After Dactrin had left, her scrying had only showed her much the same things she had already seen. In sleep her enhanced visions also had not given her any new answers. She was hoping for answers that would contradict the future she had seen, but so far she had no such luck. In fact it troubled her how clear and constant the visions continued to be. Dispite the paranoia she felt she refused to let any fear set in just yet. She was hard pressed to believe that any visions could be so concise. She would hold off from telling anyone about it just now, mainly T and Margaux, and would simply watch and listen for now. Also getting another reading off of Dactrin would be a good idea too. But she had the idea that that would not be hard to achieve. She would probably have trouble keeping Dactrin away, if anything. In light of that notion, she had several different kinds of teas brewing at that very moment. Perhaps the 'mind altering' herbs he so loathed would keep Dactrin at bay.

She poured herself a cup now, sweet smelling jasmine straight from the orient. She grasped the fine china cup within her hands and stepped into the fresh morning air. It was cool, but smokey and cloudy. A few birds cawed and a slight wind ruffled the trees, the grass, and the tents. A few carriages up from Nadya, T and Margaux loitered in the doorway of their compartment. Nadya inclined her head toward the ringleaders, her fellow early birds.

"dobroye utro, good morning." She greeted them in her lilting, accented voice. "Would you care for some tea?" she gestured toward the open window pain of her carriage on which rested her assortment of teas. They could easily get some down in the dining tent but their was something special about Nadya's brews. Whenever they broke a new camp she broke out her assortment of teas and laid them out for all who wished to partake.

Interacted With
@Ali -- T
@Commander Cheesecake -- Margaux

Mentioned
Dactrin -- @Blox



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[Blox]

Dactrin L. Cooper >> In and Out and Back In the Train Again >> Somewhat Refreshed

Dactrin woke with a small gasp, eyes blazing a bright blue, sweat sliding down the side of his temple from his perspiring brow. His hands were stiff at his side, handfuls of his sheets wrapped tightly between his fingers. The glow from his face subsided as he came back to reality, what restless sleep he had clung to quickly faded away. He blinked a few times before allowing his body to relax, chest rising and falling slower and slower as he got his breath back.

Dactrin didn't even pay attention to his bunk mates, whether they were sleeping or not, as he made his way out of his cabin and down the hall of the train to the nearest side exit. The Massive Moving Beast had finally come to their destination and now was his chance to clean up before they began prepping for their show. He filled up a large bucket of water and moved to a quiet area behind the train to water himself down. He stripped his clothes off and began using a smaller cup to pour water over his face and down his body, washing away any dirt and possibly the built up stress from the insightful yet disturbing reading from Nadya. He finished up his washing and used his towel to dry himself off. He wrapped the towel around his waist, picked up his clothes then began his walk back to the train, not bothering to be as seclusive on this route.

On his way back to his cabin he came across a small gathering of the performers: T, Margaux and...Nadya. Gripping his clothes with his left hand, his right hand moved to grip the fold of his towel, ensuring the tucked fabric wasn't going anywhere any time soon. Water dripped from his hair down the side of his face and neck; the cold water had given him some form of refreshment and, despite the rough night, he looked a least somewhat refreshed.

"Morning guys..." he said, looking between the three of them. He glanced warily towards Nadya, wondering if she had shared anything from earlier with them. He then looked to her tea, a routine that was normal for her, and was inwardly glad for at least some form of normalcy.

Then a flash of realization hit him and he realized, although his back was turned from the group, his mottled and scarred skin was exposed. Usually he took care in keeping this part of himself hidden from others. Although Nadya saw a flash from his past she had yet to see his reality. He took a step back, trying to minimize the chance of any of them seeing his back, wondering how he was going to leave the conversation without revealing his scars. Already, some of the healed wounds around his arms were visible.


@ILovePandas
@Commander Cheesecake
@Ali

 

[ILovePandas]

Madam Nadezhda

"Morning, guys."

Nadya turned to face the newcomer, although she already knew from his voice who it would be. Dactrin. As she turned she thought up some coy response about why he should drink tea and not spirits for breakfast. But the retort died on her lips when she saw Dactrin's brazened attire. She was slightly perturbed. Apparently even with all the trust issues he had laid out before her last night, he had no problem being open and revealing with their cirque family. Nadya debated weather she found this amusing or annoying. Although it wasn't a bad look for him. Clearly, the many years of knife throwing had been kind. He was as chiseled as if someone had carved his form with one of his own knives. Although, he must be freezing even if he did look refreshed. It made Nadya herself want to take a dip if she could find some secluded body of water in the woods. Generally she didn't need to bathe because her werewolf temperature ran about 10 degrees hotter than a normal humans. You'd think that would give her the need to bathe more often, but you'd be wrong: the sweat, dirt, and grime simply burned right off of her. But that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy a little swim every now and again. She could use the freezing effect even if he couldn't.

Nadya grabbed a fresh cup of tea and held it out, beconing. "Have some hot tea before you catch your death of cold." she scolded, amused. But he had already turned to leave. At first, Nadya didn't see them. All she saw was a regular looking back. But then, as if someone had pulled a veil or lens away from her eyes, she saw them. Nadya did a double take as the scars came into focus. For a moment she was discombobulated. You know the feeling, like when you look at something completely ordinary seeming and then suddenly without warning the image shifts and your mind perceives a whole new picture.

Creek, creek.

Crunch.

Snap!

Something hot was running down her hands and arms, mingling with a dull pain in her palms. Even more surprised, Nadya tore her eyes away from the labyrinth of scars and looked down to see tea mixed with blood all over her hands. Bits of porciline were embedded in her hands while the rest of the teacup was scattered in the grass at her feet. Tea cups were delicate enough without her added werewolf strength. She must have squeezed the cup until it shattered. Nadya wasn't really embarrassed: she was more surprised than anything. Surprised to see that Dactrin was so scarred, surprised that, yet again, she'd lost control and accidentally broken something. It had not escaped Nadya's attention that there were fresh marks on his back where her claws had accidentally broken the skin.

"Well, this tea wanted to be drunk by you about as much as you wanted to drink it." she gested, not wanting to draw attention to the fact that she had broken the cup in the surprise that followed seeing Dactrin's scars. She bent down and began carefully gathering the broken shards of cup into her skirt. There were still some slivers embedded in her palms, but the bleeding had already stopped. She was glad for the oppertunity to look away from both Dactrin and T and Margaux.

@Blox
@Ali
@Commander Cheesecake

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Mina

She'd been awake for about an hour now, staring at the celing. She could never stay asleep after light peeked in through the carriage window and birds began to sing. That and the mesmerizing rocking of the train had stopped. They'd been still for hours, and by this time the camp had been set up. Mina sat up on the bed. She'd fallen asleep there last night in the middle of cards, so Nico had left her there and taken to the spare cot on the ground. Every one else was probably starting to stir anyway, so she might as well get up now. She'd heard someone leave the carriage a short while ago, and now that she was sitting up she saw that Dactrin's bed was empty.

"Nico." she flapped her hand around in front of his face. "Get up." Nico groaned. She slapped him a couple of times, but still no change. Mina 'hmped'. She stood up and stepped over her brother then leaned over the bunk where Xavier appeared to be sleeping. "Xavier?" she whispered, "Did you have nice dragon dreams?" No answer. Either he was asleep or pretending to be. Boys. Always sleeping in. At this rate Nadya already had some tea set up. Maybe she should bring some back for the boys. That would certainly wake them up--especially if she poured it all over their faces. An impish grin spread across Mina's face. If she was going to wash their faces in tea she might as well graphitii them first.

Gleefuly but silently Mina shuffled around in Nico's sparse drawer of things and found an inkwell. Trying not to laugh and give herself away she carefully leaned over Xavier's still face and dipped her finger in the ink. He would look good with a moustache.

Shattered♦Secrets™​

 

[Jihae]

◊ Inside Nadezhda's Carriage. ◊
◊ A tad bit emotional. ◊

"Dubroye utro, good morning. Would you care for some tea?"
The female ringleader could recognize each and every member of the circus from a mile away, and at this point in time, the peppy, annoying, voice came from none other than Nadezhda. A werewolf who predicts the future. How charming.

Margaux wasn't a people person in the morning. Quite frankly, she wasn't a people person at all. But, in the mornings, her voice usually stays in her head rather than going out and shouting at people for no apparent reason. The ringleader put on a nice, bright smile at the woman's voice before stepping towards the fortune teller's carriage, and away from her husband.
It's not the first time she's ever walked away from the people she's cared about.
Before speaking, that smile of hers immediately faded, there was a casually strict look on Mar's face. A normal sight from the people in Cirque De Mortifica'.
"Good morning. I don't usually take anything in regarding food and drinks in the morning. Sorry, about that."
She was quite hungry to begin with, but she decided it was best not to eat at this time.
Margaux stepped into Nadezhda's carriage and looked at her with an irritated glare as if saying, "Shouldn't you be doing something else, other than tea and wasting your god damn time?"
Margaux just walked around the woman's carriage. She wasn't sure why, but she just did. Black heels clacking against the carriage's floorboards, Margaux turned her head towards the other female in the room.

Then, she realized.
Her shirt wasn't on, and she MUST look like an absolute mess.
Instead of overreacting, the ringleader simply sighed and pursed her lips.
"Sorry. Didn't particularly sleep well last night. Didn't sleep at all, really."
Without another word, Margaux lifted her white T-shirt above her head, sliding it down her slim and malnourished body. To be honest, she didn't care if there were people watching her put on attire. Cirque De Mortifica' was a family she never had.

"You don't suppose you have anything in this.. Room.. that could be used as a mirror?"
On the word room, she looked around Nadezhda's carriage, just in case she missed any reflective surfaces. Her eyesight wasn't particularly good to begin with, but just to double check.
Margaux's head turned around so she could once again look at Nadezhda, with polite eyes this time. She raised a gentle but brutal hand to her face, in case there was makeup. With two swipes of her fingers, Margaux looked down at her hand to see if there was any makeup that embarrassed her a couple minutes ago.
Nothing. So far so good.

"Morning guys.."
Well if it isn't the knife thrower. Margaux simply looked at Dactrin and nodded, acknowledging his existence. She stayed silent during Dactrin's entry surprisingly enough and made herself busy by cleaning her nails.
Margaux's head looked up just in time to see it.
Dactrin's scars.
She didn't have anything to say about it, so she just stayed silent. Scars were a norm for a woman like Margaux. Whether that be emotionally or physically, almost everyone has scars. Except for babies.
The only physical sign of reaction that Margaux made was a small purse of her lips.

Snap!

Bloody hell? Margaux looked around to find that Nadezhda broke her own teacup.
"How pathetic. Please do clean that up before someone gets killed."
The female ringleader merely rolled her eyes and spoke with an unamused tone.
At least she's picking the pieces up. Knowing that it would be pathetic of her to ask if she needed help, Margaux remained silent. Again.
Mornings were weird. This morning in particular, was quite cold.
Margaux crossed her arms from the morning weather and stared at the floor.
No use in looking at other people. Especially when you're still a bit heartbroken.​

Character Interaction:
@ILovePandas
@Blox​

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[darkflames13]

{ Prince Ashworth }
`Location: Cabin → Dinning Hall → Medical Tent◞ ♦ `Mood: Grouchy → Relaxed → Slightly Worried◞

The first signs of day had just arrived when Prince awoke with a groan. Instead of feeling refreshed like he normally did upon waking up in the morning, his back ached; something hard was poking him. Frowning, Prince slightly lifted his back off the bed and reached behind with his left arm. He pulled out a book, the one that he was reading yesterday before all the crazy things occurred. "Oh" he said to himself, still under the effect of Morticia's tea, before placing the book on the bedside table. The talking mime then rubbed his eyes and frowned once more when he saw paint on his gloved hands. groaned for the second time that morning--it really wasn't the greatest of mornings for the poor mime. Just then a brilliant idea popped into his mind: "Coffee!" At the thought, his face lit up and he bounced off bed and freshened up just a bit. First, he took off his mime make up using the basin filled of water and towel he keeps on the drawer inside the cabin. Almost as soon as he cleaned and dried his face, Prince reapplied his mime paint, same design as always. And finally he changed into a fresh set of clothes. Once he deemed himself ready, Prince took his hat and stepped out the cabin and made his way into the dinning hall tent that had been set up.

As soon as he arrived at his destination, Prince made a beeline for the coffee station. He grabbed a cup and without even waiting for it too cool he took a sip. The hot liquid danced on his tongue and went down his throat. While it probably did scald his tongue, Prince hardly noticed. The mime was accustomed to drinking such hot liquids that he no longer feels the scalding sensation on his tongue. "Perhaps I should become a fire breather instead." Hearing his voice, Prince immediately covered his mouth with his free hand. Blue eyes looked around the area and he felt every muscle in his body relax. No one was supposed to hear him speak, no one. Mimes weren't supposed to be talking after all. So far the little secret was limited to only three people's knowledge: Him, Morticia, and Daactrin. While Callic took a peek into the kitchen last night, he was pretty certain she didn't hear him say a word--he hopes he was right about it. "I need to get myself fixed immediately before someone else finds out." With that said, Prince placed downed the rest of his coffee--as much as he wanted to enjoy it for a bit longer, he knew he needed to pay Morticia a visit first, who knows just how long it'd take to fix the involuntary speaking he's acquired. He then placed the cup down and began to make his way into the medical tent in hopes of finding Morticia inside.

Upon arriving at his second destination for that morning, Prince took a peek inside. "Morticia?" he accidentally called out without even checking if there was anyone else around to hear him. A little too late to undo what he just did, the mime hoped that no one new--new in the sense of knowing that he could now speak, albeit involuntarily as he merely blurts out his thoughts--heard him just now.

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Characters Mentioned
Morticia Crevan (@DANAsaur)
Dactrin Cooper (@Blox)
Callic Mac Williams (@Crono)​

 

[DANAsaur]

NAME: Morticia Crevan
LOCATION: Kitchen → Bedroom → Medical Tent
MOOD: Feeling crazy as usual

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Sunlight shone under the lid like a ghoul's grin, yet gave the opening a halo of golden rays. The new morning was a sinner and saint, just like Morticia. Waking was a hammer swung with gusto, a painted "x" on her skull. Sleep drags her backward until a new thought can penetrate -She has to fix everything she did yesterday if she moves now. The coffin lining was warm, the wood cold, yet her feet swung outward into the hard floor, her coffin now fully open to welcome the wretched sun rays.

With a groan and a hand in her face, Morticia sluggishly went to her basin to wash her face. The memories of last night were still fresh on her mind, and she knew she needed to explain herself. She also needs to patch the mime up. "Too much to do..." she whined, drying her pale face and walking into her closet for a new black dress and top hat before heading out, her stomach growling and gnawing.

Morticia was not in the mood to eat her breakfast, especially with her head pounding. She always hated when one of the souls takes over and leave her with a headache. When a migraine struck, Morticia was its prisoner, quite helpless in her cage of pain. She was blinded with flashing colorful spots and craved darkness, quiet and stillness. The nausea overwhelmed her and she felt like she wants to vomit. Pain throbbed so violently around her skull that she wondered why it didn't just crack open. Shaking her head and trying to ease the pain, it only became more painful. "My... such an interesting morning.. So..much...pain.. I.. I love it.." she said between pauses, a creepy smile coming to her face as she started to laugh maniacally.

Arriving at her dimly lit tent, Morticia gently ran her fingers on one of her coffins. Oh, how odd her tent is with unlit silver candelabras on each post and jars loitering around the tables. Her seats and beds are made out of coffins that gleamed in the early morning light that streamed through the tent windows. It was expertly crafted not to bring comfort to the departed but to soothe living. It was built with love to be the final resting place of one who had been so adored in their lifetime. It's faux-gold handles and polished sheen helped to reduced their trauma to wracking waves that were at least more manageable. Morticia just had to see her clients in something of beauty, something that showed what they meant to her. "My, how beautiful my workplace is~ Oh, I can't wait for my very first patient~" she cooed, her headache slowly vanishing from her system.

"Now, what to do.. what to do.." Morticia said to herself as she sat on one of the coffins, lightly drumming her fingers on the table as she tried to think of something. She was trying to figure out the solutions for Prince's little problem, and so far she got nothing. It was truly exceptional that her tea somehow made him talk, and its the first one she encountered for so many years. Of course, she couldn't tell Prince that she didn't know the solution, she would lose her credibility. "What to say.. what to say.. what to say.."

Morticia then remembered something and quickly grabbed a quill and a black journal, scrawling down some notes before she suddenly heard a voice. Oh that familiar voice. He really is excited huh? "ah, just in time" she giggled, writing down something incoherent before looking up at Prince with her green eyes sparkling in delight. "Good morning, your highness~ Excited to get fixed up I see.." Morticia greeted, patting over the coffin she was sitting on, the creepy smile never leaving her face. "Well, I'll go straight to the point since you're so excited to be fixed. Truth is, I don't know how to fix you up but, I can do experiments if you want..."

Interaction:
darkflames13​

 

[Justin]

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Xavier was still getting over that horrible nightmare of his bastard of a father. He couldn't believe he still had issues with it, he hadn't seen his father since he was ten, when he told him that he would never love Xavier. All he wanted to do was go see his mother, when he had nightmares like this she was the only one he could talk too. He knew she wasn't going to be able to help him here, right now... he just sat there with his eyes closed, thinking about what she would say to him. That made him feel a little better, Xavier didn't want to fully wake up... he hated mornings, they should just be banned from Earth. He did however, started to hear Mina talking to him... yeah nice dragon dreams alright.

She didn't know that he wasn't asleep... so Xavier would play sleep, and then surprise her. He heard movement from his bunk, so he opened one eye just to see what was going on. He noticed Mina getting something from Nico's drawer... it was an inkwell. She was going to paint his face, ha! Xavier shut his eyes again, not wanting to jump up just yet. When he heard her come back over to him, he waited for her to get close enough and then... he jumped out of the bed! "I got you!", he smirked tumbling her and himself to the floor. "You tried to prank me, but I got you first." He was laying on the ground, with her laying on his chest... he smirked at her. "Morning, prankster failure." He started to laugh, MIna was adorable... but she was a horrible prankster.

Location: Bedroom-Bedroom Floor
Mood: Amused & Somewhat Tired
Interaction(s): @ILovePandas
Mentioned: None
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[MischieviousCheshireX3]

Name: "Vi" Monroe
Location: Outside the Train
Mood: Slightly Annoyed
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Vi had been away from the rest of the circus group for at least two weeks at this point, and jesus fucking christ you had no idea what crap she had to go through just to find the stupid guy so she could off him. Then to top it off she got left at the damn station with only the train's next two locations to go off of. Thankfully she was smart enough to realize that she had no way of catching them at the first one, so instead she took a straight shot to Brenal Green which subsequently costed her a performance.

A soft sigh left her lips as she strolled up to the freshly made circus grounds, and as soon as T came into view of her chocolate eyes she instantly made a beeline towards his tattooed figure. She NEEDED nicotine right now more than anything, and currently her hookah was packed up safe and sound, so she would have to do with one of T's cigarettes for the time being. As she drew closer to the ringleader she called out to him in her thick romanian accent, and then she waved slightly with her free hand to catch his attention since the other was preoccupied with a small canvas bag that had been slung over her back.

"Oi, King mind if I pawn a cigarette from you friend? I'm in dire need of a pick me up after these last two weeks of hell. As for the man I had been after somehow or another he caught wind that someone was after his life and ran like a curvă."

M: T @Ali
I: T @Ali
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[Ali]

♤♧♡♢ Intrigued and Relaxed ♤♧♡♢
◤Ringleaders Carriage (Outside) → Walking with Vi to the practice tent◥

T smiled, watching his wife bound off in a different direction (more specifically Nadya's carriage), her distracted morning self an adorable thing to witness. He could smell the flourishing scents of different herbs and flowers roam the air, riding the morning wind, regardless of it's contamination - it reminded him of a large field the circus had once stopped in; a land filled with flowers and sheer beauty. Regardless of looking like the type to burn down a field of flowers and kill practically anything that rubbed him the wrong way, Thomas was a caring and loving individual, after-all, how would he have survived this long surrounding himself with the members in this Trope. He only grinned at the recollection of the family he had, the wife he so loved, and the circus he so cared for, it was a blessing and a curse, one T would happily live and die with.

His thoughts were cut short as one of the two resident knife throwers in Cirque De Mortifica' made himself known. It didn't take a dragon's eyes or a banshee's hearing to notice the strange off-putting chemistry between Nadya and Dactrin as he made himself present in front of the metal beast. T furrowed his eyebrows, watching the interaction between the two, finding it rather odd to see Nadya break a teacup due to witnessing Dactrin's bare and scarred back.
Though it was a normal thing, for most in this trope to have scars, Dactrin's were quite brilliant, in the strangest of ways. They always caught the mans attention, and not in such a way of admiration, but more in a sense of intrigue. One day T would have to sit down with the man and ask for his tale.

"Be careful Nadya."
T spoke with a soft reassurance as she began to collect the broken pieces from the ground before her. T's concern was interrupted by a familiar and long-lost voice to his side, followed by a styled bob of blonde and an exasperated sign. He had been used to sharing his killer habit with this woman, the two some of the only ones in the circus who indulged in the sin of tobacco. T remember once offering some to Margaux, to see if she would find it enjoyable, only to receive a blah! in return and to have the stick crushed and wasted by her foot right before him; a truly sad moment. His inked fingers reached into the back pocket of his jeans, retrieving one of the familiar cigarettes from it's box and placing it within eyesight of the female beside him, waiting for her to take it from his hand,
"That sounds awful, you most likely need one of these more than I do." He smiled as she took the cigarette from his hand, swiftly walking back to where a few boxes still remind in his spot from before. Hoisting himself up on the singular box to gain a slight height advantage, he ran his fingers through his hair in order to tame the unruly locks.
"All performers of Cirque De Mortifica', meet Margaux and myself in the practice arena as soon as you are awake, we have some announcements, promotions, and some rather interesting news." The man clapped his hands once, returning to the blondes side.
"Walk with me, my dear?" He spoke in a soft tone, still thick with Russian origin.

Continuing along the path to the practice tent, T looked up to the dawn-lit sky, watching a few birds fly overhead, breathing in the scent of burning wood. It relaxed him, almost to the point of wanting to go back to sleep, though he knew he would never be able to; the next time this body would sleep would be days from now. "Other than your targets escape, I trust you enjoyed the scenery." T's hands rested in his jeans front pockets as he watched the blonde woman walk beside him in a matching tune that seemed graceful and elegant, much like the knife throwers tricks.
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Characters Mentioned:
Nadya (@ILovePandas)
Dactrin (@Blox)
Margaux (@Commander Cheesecake)
Vi (@MischieviousCheshireX3)​

 

[ILovePandas]

Madam Nadezhda

Margaux stepped into Nadezhda's carriage and looked at her with an irritated glare as if saying, "Shouldn't you be doing something else, other than tea and wasting your god damn time?" Margaux just walked around the woman's carriage, black heels clacking against the carriage's floorboards, Margaux turned her head towards the other female in the room. "Sorry. Didn't particularly sleep well last night. Didn't sleep at all, really." Without another word, Margaux lifted her white T-shirt above her head, sliding it down her slim and malnourished body.

"Here." Nadya pushed a bowl of something toward the angry fairy woman. Nadya was in the habit of fixing her own food too, that is, when she ate human food. Which was usually all but three days out of the month. But for some reason the sweet smelling porriage, boiled in milk and dolled up with honey and fruit, did not seem appealing to her this morning. "A good meal can cure anything."

"You don't suppose you have anything in this.. Room.. that could be used as a mirror?" Nadya pulled out a declicatly carved, carefully painted hand mirror and handed it gingerly to Margaux. A woman must have her amenities. "How pathetic. Please do clean that up before someone gets killed." Nadya didn't even flinch as Margaux jabbed at her when she broke the cup. She was use to the constant mind battle the two were engaged in. A battle of fire and ice with one or the other of them trying to burn up or freeze out the other woman. They were too much alike not to clash in such a way. But Nadya never minded it: friendly fire was her language. Perhaps the most notable differance between the two was that Margaux openly displayed her feelings while Nadya carefuly concealed hers. But a bitter attitude from Margaux could easily be forgiven: Nadya's insite told her that a lousy night's sleep was not the only thing souring the co-ringleader's aura.

Anyway at this point Nadya was barely paying attention to Margaux, or anything else for that matter. The blood pounding through her head and heart was pulsing in time to her now shifting vision. As she started down at the broken fragments of china, every grain of the porciline came into focus: she could even see the white dust swirling in the air and scattered around the grass, of which she could now count every blade and see every insect crawling around its green carpet. She could smell the metalic iron of her own blood as well as the sweet earthiness of the tea. All sound was muffled by the pounding of blood in her own ears, as well as the beating of half a dozen other hearts. Somehow, she could hear the hearts off every living person on the train. And it was making her hungry. Her senses could only be this heightened if--but no, again?! She was shifiting without any forwarning, without any trigger it seemed, once again. It seemed that it had not, in fact, been the sight of Dactrin's scars that had caused her to break the cup: rather she had already begun half changing which caused her reaction to be fatal to the china cup. But why? It was a week away from the full moon, not close enough for her to spontaneously shift like this, and even then her mind and body warned her of what was to come. Now, as had happened last night, her body had betrayed her as it took on a mind all of it's own. But Nadya had not lost to her animalistc half, not yet. Not without a fight.

"Be careful Nadya."

T's voice was her saving grace as it broke the spell that was upon her. Nadya took a deep breath, grateful. She wandered back into her compartment and dumped the cup's shards into the waste bin. Only then did she realize that T had been referring to her 'being careful' about her reaction to his wife, not in reference to her being careful about shifting. How could he have, anyway? Even in the worst of times Nadya could conceal her not-so-human traits from anyone. No one else had probably even noticed her slip. A small mercy. Still, Nadya was feeling out of sorts and out of place as if someone or something else was in control of her body. Glad for T's announcement that everyone should meet in the practice arena, Nadya almost literally threw Margaux out on her spritly ass in attempt to vacate her carriage and catch a moment alone. Though, not before attempting to force Margaux to take the bowl of porriage, against all protestation.

When the room was at last empty, save for herself, Nadya hastily withdrew her tea sets, slammed the window forcefully, and nearly tore the drapes as she fumbled to pull them shut. Finally alone and in the dark, Nadya collapsed to the floor of the carriage. She felt her nails lengthen and harden and fanged teeth fill her gums. Even in the dark she could see perfectly and, in the hand mirror that lay tossed aside on the ground, she could see two bright yellow pin pricks staring back at her. Wolf eyes. In that moment Nadya knew that something was very, terribly wrong. The world seemed wrong and she was feeling it, quite literaly, in her own body. Something in the back of her mind clicked. Somehow she knew that what was going on with her had something to do with odd visions she had had about Cirque De Mortifica while reading for Dactrin the previous night. She'd had her doubts about what she had seen but now, as heavy dread settled upon her heart, she knew there was weight to them. Something wicked, veiled in mystery, was coming.

@Commander Cheesecake -- Margaux
@Ali -- T
@Blox -- Dactrin

The Twins

"AHHHHHHHH!" It was not Xavier who yelled in surprise, but Mina as Xavier pounced on her like some sort of wild cat. Ink flew everywhere as Mina's whole body jerked in surprise. Ink was all over her face, hands, and body as Xavier took them both down. The usually gleeful expression on her face was stolen by Xavier and replaced with wide-eyed wonder and surprise.

"I got you!", he smirked tumbling her and himself to the floor. "You tried to prank me, but I got you first." He was laying on the ground, with her laying on his chest... he smirked at her. "Morning, prankster failure."

Mina gaped in astonishment. "But...You were alseep...? How did you know?!" confusion turned to revenge as she realized she had ended up being the one pranked. It was like he'd known exactly what she was thinking. She wasn't use to being anticipated by anyone but Nico. "You--you---I..." she fumbled for some kind of come back but failed, "I'll get you!" She could do nothing with her hands, which were pinned between her body and Xavier's torso, but she did have some ink on her face. More than a little, acctaully. Mina growled like a wild cat herself and attempted to transfer some ink from her own face onto Xaviers. The action made it look she was attempting to nuzzle him to death as she tried to smear ink on his cheeks.

A groan filled the room, followed by, "Huh? What? Uuuuuug, who's laying on me? What is that black stuff everywhere? Is that ink? PTTT!" Nico spit some ink out of his mouth. Only one person could be responsible for this atrocity. "Mina!" Nico opened his ink stained eyes and tried to sit up. "Mina?" he said, more questioningly this time and a little dazed. "Xavier?" He looked over the scene with his eye that was not filled with ink. "What happened?" His words were slurred with sleep and it took him another minute to form and idea of what had transpired. "Mina...Did you try and kill Xavier again? I thought you knew better than to poke a sleeping dragon." Nico chuckled as Mina started at him with confused helplessness. If Xavier had retaliated then she had gotten what she was due.

"All performers of Cirque De Mortifica', meet Margaux and myself in the practice arena as soon as you are awake, we have some announcements, promotions, and some rather interesting news." A muffled but loud voice announced. Nico identified it as none other than T's. "We'd better get going." He tried but failed one again to rouse himself from bed.

"Blarg, get off me already, you two."

@Shattered♦Secrets™ -- Xavier

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[MischieviousCheshireX3]

Name: "Vi" Monroe
Location: Outside the Train >> Practice Arena
Mood: Slightly Annoyed >> Slight Bliss and Happiness
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Vi smiled slightly as she plucked the offered indulgence from T's large fingers before quickly bringing the paper pipe to her already pursed lips. Her next move had her patting her trouser pockets in search of one of her matchbooks so that she could start savoring the fresh sin she had placed between her lips, and soon enough she found what she had been looking for. She quickly tore a match out and struck it before placing the daring little flame to end of the cigarette, but once it caught she inhaled a drag deeply as she waved the lit match out. Oh sweet bliss she had desperately need this, and now that she had her mind off her craving she could actually think clearly.

"Other than your target's escape, I trust you enjoyed the scenery."

She could feel the thick russian accent tickling at her ear the whole time as she walked side-by-side with the mountain of a man, but most of what he had said had become lost on her senses. She did, however, manage to catch the last tid bit the had left the man's lips.

"The scenery? I believe I would have enjoyed it more had I not been on my own, but the countryside was breathtaking. The city on the other hand rears a rather ugly head with the manure that litters the streets and the smog that profusely hangs in the air."

Her demeanor quickly fell back into silence while she took another drag off the cigarette and let the fresh dose of nicotine work its way throughout her body. She was just glad to be back home with her ever growing family, and after their gathering she might even stop in with Nadya for a cup of tea the way she liked it best; A spoonful of peanut butter stirred into the warm liquid. Maybe she should even have a small visit with 'Mother Bird' to see how she had fared in the nephilim's two week absence . . . there were just too many possibilities, but one thing was for sure she was definitely looking forward to returning to the room that she shared with the mime Prince.

She resurfaced from her thoughts just as they came to a stop in front of the entrance to the Practice arena, and with a bittersweet farewell she plucked the dying cigarette from her lips and dropping it to the ground before grinding it to ash underneath the sole of her black boot. There was much to be done before she could return to herbed for the night, and as she started to think again she happened to blurt out something just as she remembered it.

"King, also why is it so hard to find Romanian shisha in England? Let alone any that is even licorice flavoured? I had to toss away my pair of riding boots strictly because of how unforgiving cobblestone and horse shit is, and it was all because no shop outside of chinatown sells decent shisha."

M: @Ali, @ILovePandas, @darkflames13, @Commander Cheesecake
I: @Ali​

 

[N/A]

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MMM. DD , 1885​

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The Acrobat | ☆☆☆☆☆
WITH: ? ? ? | WHERE?: Walking to the practice tent | FEELING?: Nervous
MENTIONED:
Thomas
Margaux
Others -Any interaction is open-​

" … I CAN'T { CHANGE } THE WAY I FEEL.

I'LL —L I V E» WITH IT INSTEAD.

I'VE ♥•LOVED•♥ YOU THEN, I'LL L♥VE YOU NOW--

I'LL L♥VE YOU WHEN I'M DEAD. "
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Dolores had woke up very late. Thankfully she didn't feel to hungover thanks to Alfie's 'magic' yesterday and she laid inside the tent, gasping. What time was it? The young woman jumped to the other end of her bed, swinging open one side of the curtain to see broad daylight being welcomed into her large room in the train and looked away with a pinched up face. Certainly passed early morning, thats for sure! Dolores tossed her sheets out the way and jumped out of bed, falling face first onto the floor and crawled herself back up to her feet in order to do her morning routine. This took her about fifteen minutes: Brushing her teeth, washing her face, and brushing down her hair in a rush. Her hair was surely knotted--It looked like she was ripping off her hair with the way she violently combed it down but she didn't care and grabbed a blue ribbon to tie her hair back.

"Mmm.. No." She uttered to herself, crinkling her nose as she tossed the hair ribbon onto the small nightstand, pulling on the drawer and taking out a pink one, only to also replace that with red instead. "Aweh--It'll stay Dolores! Who cares they'll say!" She waved herself off, bending down at the mirror. Then she gasped loudly. "The lady will be so furious!" she said to herself, looking up at the ceiling with her hand over her mouth."Well--But then again... The man will let me slide--right?" She giggled to herself, in a forceful attempt to cheer herself up."What do I do? No! Dolores--You will just get to the training tents!" She stated, sitting on the floor and going through a large luggage. She tossed some clothes off to the side, looking for something to wear and saw a long silk tank top--What she always often wore for training.

"Oh! Where is it! I can probably buy Margaux over in a onesie?~" Dolores focused on dressing up more 'formal and correctly' or 'more like the others' for Margaux. Sure, maybe the lady will still scold her but maybe Margaux will be distracted in her wearing a bodysuit. She always tried to find a way to please anyways and tossed on a long sleeved spandex. Soon the blonde walked out in simple flats on her way to the tend, feeling rather uncomfortable. It was her first time wearing the bodysuit margaux had gotten for her, specially made and all. She never knew why Margaux brought it for her, but the reason was simply an attempt to fully clothed and more appropriately cover Dolores out of.. Paranoia in a way. Well not the correct word desired for this situation. Dolores was in between the couple's marriage after all, It even tore her apart as she was confused and often conflicted in between Thomas and Margaux's relationship. She listened to both, and broke one side's promise.

Eventually upon arrival she saw the other members of Mortifica and gave a small wave. "Guess whose wearing a gift from Margaux!" She laughed, giving one spin."Hmm... I don't think they'll know i'm late.... Lie and say I was always here just walking around... Or should I just apologize.." Dolores uttered rhetorically. Her stomach felt empty and she sighed. She figured in the end she would have to apologize and then get food and maybe be excused.
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