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Evergreen Circus Thread

The performers of Evergreen Circus start their day at sunrise.
The trope presents their acts at the evening show.

MoxxyMoxx , N Nue , ClownPope , dimensional , Meme Machine , SwissCheese , Strawberry Sirens , kirche , Scarlet SwanHunter , mourning star , Wandering Seraph ​

 

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Calista Savas
The sun had barely settled across the horizon when the residents of Evergreen circus began to stir. Sunrise meant practices and work. Sunrise meant another day was stirring and if everyone didn't wake, there would be no performance that night. It was an efficient system– and one that had long since been followed by the members of the trope.

All throughout the grounds, creatures of various origins were going about their morning routines. Music could be heard, drifting through the air from several trailers. Some groundkeepers had already found their way out of bed that morning, clearing up the litter from the night before.

In one camper, a woman sat at her vanity. A smaller figure, her daughter, sat on her lap, coloring a blank sheet of paper. Lithe fingers twisted braids into the girl’s hair, weaving the messy tresses into something more presentable. Classical music stirred from a record player, soft background music for the duo. The girl was half-asleep in her mother’s arms, although the woman didn’t mind. She kept braiding, humming under her breath to the tune she knew by heart. Her movements were simple. In no time, two braids fell past the girl's shoulders and down her back.

Calista smiled as she ran a comforting hand over her daughter's forehead. The girl, Katya, yawned before she nuzzled into her mother's stomach. Calista shook her head, attempting to keep her giggles to herself as she continued to get her daughter ready for the day. One of her hands then drifted down to her daughter’s back, waking her gently. Katya glanced up, blinking away the sleep in her eyes and scrubbing small hands over her pale cheeks.

“If you’re that tired, go back to bed, baby. I still have to get your clothes set out anyway.” Calista hummed. "Just lay on your stomach so you don't ruin your hair."

The girl scampered off her lap then. Tossing herself across the pink sheets, Katya left out a muffled sigh into her pillow. Calista watched through the mirror, dark brows raised in amusement. After a moment, she refocused on getting herself ready. Weaving the long strands into a french braid, she tossed the braid over her shoulder. Glancing in the mirror, she nodded to herself before she made her way to her closet, knowing she had a limited amount of time to get to her office that morning.

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Kamon Onruang
Further away from the big top, another member laid on the floor of his trailer. Green eyes studied the skylight above him, taking in the fading stars. Sighing through his nose, he got to his feet and set about getting ready for the day. Getting dressed was easy– as well as coaxing his long hair into a bun. However, the true fun came with the glass cages that resided throughout his camper. Reptiles of all shapes and sizes resided within, waking along with their master. Glancing at his calendar, Kamon counted the days and sighed.

Feeding day.

Kamon crossed his arms, studying the clock. He had completely forgotten he had to feed his animals that morning. Grumbling to himself, Kamon set to work. The minutes ticked away as he went from cage-to-cage, prepping whatever food the reptiles needed. Snakes coiled around his arms once he opened their cages, greeting their master with noises that Kamon knew by heart. Lizards and turtles squeaked and croaked. Kamon spoke to them, bowing his head to hear their soft voices. He couldn't help but to glance at the clock, his anxiety growing. He hated being late– yet he still had a duty to these creatures that relied on him. Kamon sighed, focusing once more on his task.

 

[Nue]

Aubrey woke that morning to sunlight streaming through the opening in her parted curtains. She found herself impressively tangled up in her blankets and on the verge of veering off the edge of her bed, chunks of her bedhair sticking out in large, ginger tufts, framing her face like a lion's mane. Aubrey was pretty good at adjusting to new schedules - but if there was one thing she couldn't stand, it was the early mornings.

She wandered groggily across the chilly floor of her trailer to the slightly-ajar window. Sure enough, already there were people dotted across the grounds, going about their various morning duties. It was impressive, Aubrey noted, that everyone seemed to know to just get up and get on with their work - as chaotic as circus life had seemed from the outside, it turned out that it ran rather like a well oiled machine, with everyone diligently doing their part as the different gears. It was with a note of slight anxiety that Aubrey wondered what her part might be.

She set about the arduous task of taming her hair, musing to herself as she attempted to coerce them into two ponytails. The trailer she stood in had all the signs of a new owner; it was still relatively neat, and barren, all of Aubrey's clothes and worldly possessions crammed into two boxes. Aubrey was indeed new to the Evergreen circus, but not new enough that she hadn't had time to unpack yet. She was just.. hesitant to do so, her previously transient lifestyle had meant that she was in the habit of keeping her items boxed up and ready to go, in case she needed to leave soon. It was taking some time and effort to fully get used to the fact that she didn't have to anymore.

After finally winning in the wrestle with her hair and getting into the first outfit she came across in her clothes box, she stepped out into the cool morning air, deciding to idle near her doorway for a few moments. To be completely honest, she wasn't entirely sure what her schedule was for today, but she was sure she'd figure it out. As she stood there, she slid her leather gloves onto her hands - she never left without them.

 

[Meme Machine]

Alvar Circe
Alvar was never really a morning person. Still, he found he had gotten used to waking up so early. Alvar sat straight up in bed with his alarm that sounded like a dolphin. It would seem odd to others, but to Alvar (who could speak to creatures of the sea) he easily translated it to ‘Get up! Time to start the day!’. He stretched a little, still sitting down, and literally rolled of the bed, straight into a handstand, before arching his back and going into a bridge. That was his morning routine. Get up, stretch, do some flips in your trailer, get ready for the day, breakfast and then more flips to get his blood rushing around camp. Alvar stood up, and cartwheeled into his dressing room, right next to his vanity. He choose a light blue top, one that came around his neck but had no sleeves, that was tight at the waist, and a pair of black leggings with white decals and swirls going down the outside of them. He went into a split and basically collapsed on the floor.


“Welp, Guys,” he spoke to his little fish tank, the one to left. It was a saltwater tank, that was tightly fastened to the trailer, and it wasn’t even that big. It held two moorish idols, a yellow tang, and two butterfly fish, all of which came from his home. He didn’t use them for his act or anything, it was just fun to talk to them. “Guess I should brush my hair and stuff, huh?” So, he did. Getting up and placing his small, ocean themed record player, (setting it to sounds of crashing waves) he sat at his vanity and brushed his pearly white hair, applying some basic makeup just for show, and fastening his circlet of gold onto his head that his mother gave him. Then he put on some bangles (false gold this time) and a small choker necklace. He smiled a little into his reflection, and turned to look out the window of his trailer, as he didn’t close the blinds because he had a screen to close off when he was changing.


Several people were already up and about, and he could here very quiet Classical music from somewhere in the camp. Probably Calista’s trailer. He liked Calista quite a bit. She was nice, but still knew how to get stuff done in a timely and orderly manner. The woman’s daughter, Katya, was super nice as well. He wasn’t really good friends with either, as he was very shy, but still tried to say hello and talk a little whenever he saw them around. Alvar stood from his vanity, and snatched an apple from the fruit bowl on the counter. He placed it in his mouth, the went into a handstand, standing as straight as he could, and as tall as he could, so his toes touched the skylight of his trailer lightly. The skylight wasn’t that big, but it was wide enough that Alvar could climb onto the roof and watch the stars if he had the time. He stayed in his handstand for just a minute, until he came back down and decided he should probably go and start helping.​

 

[Wandering Seraph]

Cassian Croteau

It was the faint sound of crashing waves and a few thumps from the trailer next to his that signaled that Alvar was awake and finally convinced Cassian to get out of bed. He sighed through his nose and rolled off of his stomach and onto his feet, stretching his wings with his arms as he stood. He had been awake since before sunrise, but hadn't had the heart to get himself to get out of bed until now. He slept in a pair of soft, cotton pants, tight at the waistband and around his thighs, but loose around the ankles. He glanced out the small window over the head of his bed and saw the first few groundskeepers starting to set up for the day. He padded over to the small vanity tucked into the corner by the door and started his morning routine. Cassian's trailer was hardly spacious, but it was one of the wider ones, assigned to him sheerly out of consideration for his wings. He used to warm up on the floor before the sun was up, but since he had given up on aerial silks, he had started waking up later and later, or just sitting in bed and staring at the wall until he heard one of the other performers stirring. The occupants of the neighboring trailers weren't often incessantly loud, but Cassian had good ears and was always tuning into the soundscape, so he could usually tell when someone else was awake.

He finished tugging a brush through his fluffy, blonde curls and turned to picking out clothing for the day. Cassian wondered, not for the first time, if the white-blonde hair was an angel thing or just a French thing. It had never seemed important enough to ask when he was actually living with his family and now his window of opportunity for asking such questions had...closed.

Cassian put on a pair of black work slacks that he knew wouldn't inhibit his range of motion much and stretched up to touch the ceiling before pulling on a white collared shirt. He tucked it in and buttoned it almost to the collar, but left the top two buttons undone. The collar of the shirt was embroidered with a delicate pattern of tiny, snaking vines and red roses. Cassian watched himself in the mirror for a moment more, admiring the careful embroidery. He thought briefly about attempting to tame his curls a little more effectively, but decided against it. He would just be slicking them down later anyway.

Cassian packed his journal, an inky pen and the set of knives he needed for his act into a messenger bag made of dark leather and headed for the door. After a frozen moment of deliberation, he begrudgingly put on his lace up boots. He'd take them off later, he told himself. There would be time to breathe and unpack before any rehearsals or other things he was needed for.

Cassian pushed his shoulders back and stepped out of his trailer and into the early morning light.​

 

[mourning star]

moon-sik choi

location: the grounds

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A figure stood against the hues of the rising sun, taking in the sky with studious eyes. The cigarette perched between his lips was almost finished, smoke billowing out from his nose. The man sighed then. It was a forlorn noise– one that hinted at meloncholy thoughts. A hand came up to brush through his bangs, threading and tugging them into disarray. His amber eyes raked over the sky one last time before he turned back to his work.

Every morning, he was expected to rise before the sun and clean his designated stations. Booths had been scrubbed, litter picked up, any damaged property fixed. Currently, he was attempting to rewire one of the lighting fixtures. His gaze drifted to the sky once more before he felt a sharp spark through his fingertips. Jerking back, Moon-sik let out a hiss of displeasure. It was always this one damned wire. Eyes narrowed, he once more set to his task. Minutes passed by, the sun rising higher behind him as he worked. He could hear the other grounds workers off in the distance, tending to their own stations.

He could sense the displeasure in the air from all around. The crowds had been particularly rowdy the night before– the things Moon-sik had picked up had been enough to curl his stomach; a feat not easily achieved. Grunting as he heaved the heavy metal lid shut, he took a step back and checked his phone. He was still early enough to creep into the cafeteria before everyone would arrive. Finishing off his cigarette, he allowed the end to die before immediately lighting another. The butt found its way into the nearby trashcan before he was weaving his way past rides and booths, humming under his breath as the sky lit up above him.

code by @pasta

 

[Lunar]

In a trailer located at the farthest corner of the Evergreen's Circus grounds rouses a rather lanky figure. As he sits up, several bottles of varying liquors roll off of his chest, making clinking sounds as they collide with the ground. A plaque above the trailer's entrance swings loosely, only held up by one screw, it reads; The Mystical Maxwell Crom! Maxwell groans as he gets to his feet, his head is bent downwards as his incredible height is far too much to fit under the roof of the trailer. A music box sits upon a dresser next to Maxwell, its eerie sing-song tunes play on repeat annoyingly. The tall man grabs his Cane that leans against the counter and slams the top of it into the box, causing it to distort the tune before stopping altogether. "Damned contraption..."

Maxwell grumbles as he stretches his arms, bumping into the walls on each side of the confining trailer as he does so. He then stumbles over to a small cracked mirror and stares in it; a pale white face with smudged makeup stares back. He slaps his cheeks and pulls downwards, exposing the bottoms of his eyeballs for a moment before letting go. Maxwell grunts and sneers before spinning around on his heel facing the messy bedroom half of the trailer. The room is decorated with many trinkets and empty bottles of elixirs, the walls are almost just as messy; above his bed is a large poster that says "RIVOLTA SILENZIOSA" and below the bold text is a picture of fists pumped up in the air. "Good times...now, where is my hat?!" Maxwell scavenges through his piles of rubbage for a minute before spotting it on the hat rack by the door. "Ah yes...of course!" He sarcastically exclaims to himself as he puts it on, he takes a few seconds to adjust it before yelling over his shoulder at two dolls that sit next to each other slouched on the couch. "Miss Strings! Anne! Watch the place while I'm gone!" He then steps out of the door and breathes in deeply. "Ah...the fresh smell of morning dew.." He purses his lips before driving his cane into the ground. "I hate morning dew!"

Maxwell marches through the camp, passing by several members of his troupe, he bids them a nod as he passes. His cane hits the ground in perfect rhythm with his steps, it makes a familiar sound that most of the cronies know; anytime they hear that tapping, the Ringleader was near! After a few minutes of waling, he arrives at his destination; a trailer with faint classical music playing. He walks up the steps and uses the top of his cane to knock on the door. "Calista! Are you up my dear? We have a busy day ahead of us, its show night!" Maxwell announces with an overdramatic tone in his voice.

Code by @Goldieloxx


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[Shinrinyuko]

Tobias;
"Hmm.." a rather exasperated sigh escaped from the airway passages of a man seated on a tree's stump and whose eyes were fixed staring beyond the horizon, patiently waiting for the first streak of ray from the Sun. A small amused smile formed on Tobias' face at the thought of the sunrise's timeless beauty. "This never gets old.." he whispered the thought while still tracing the slow, snail-like ascending crawl of the Sun. "Ah, will you look at the time.. still haven't had a wink of sleep. But I probably should get ready for today." Pushing himself up with his cane, kind of like an old man, Tobias straightened himself and walked back to his trailer. On his way there, he saw Maxwell, at his usual self, as he walked on his way to Calista's trailer. Tobias smiled at the sight of the always seemingly cheery Maxwell before heading back inside his trailer to make himself a cup of coffee.

Waiting for the kettle to boil, Tobias heads for the showers to take a quick refreshing cold bath to get his muscles up and contracted after spending the night just sitting out on that old tree stump, looking at the stars and getting carried away in reverie of his life before. But being a 270 year old demon had its perks, sleep wasn't really something he needed - but he does enjoy it quite a lot when he decides to. Stepping out of the shower, Tobias proceeded to prepare himself for the day - of course, after he finished his hot cup of good coffee.

He then steps out of his trailer, wearing only a plain white shirt and his black working jeans, before proceeding to the center of the grounds. Situating himself beside a post, he leaned on to it with his both hands on top of his cane as he called out his day greetings to Maxwell who was outside the front door of Calista's trailer.

"A beautiful day, isnt it Max?" He said with a smile.

 

[Meme Machine]

Alvar Circe

Alvar opened the door to his trailer a little, taking a deep breath, and stepping out. He closed his trailer door behind him, his blue eyes scanning the grounds to see if he could help anywhere. Tonight was a show, which meant he couldn’t get hurt at all, and he needed to help in any way he could. He smiled to himself as he heard Mr. Croms staff against the ground. As he took a deeper breath, he could smell the humidity in the air. While he lived it, he knew the ring master didn’t. Maxwell Crom might be scary to most people, but to Alvar, he was very nice. He had taken him in to the circus as a kid, and he would never forget that.

Alvar twisted a piece of hair on the back of his neck, and slightly waved to Mr. Crom as he passed. Alvar didn’t think he saw him, but that was alright. He knew Maxwell would be going to Calista’s trailer, so he decided to go find a place where he could be of more use. Halfway across the camp, he relized he forgot to feed his fish, and he gasped. He ran back, and threw open the door to his trailer.

“I’m so sorry, guys! You should have reminded me....” Alvar gushed as he poured enough food in for his fish. They gave him pointed looks (as well as fish could) and spoke back to him in bubbles.

“We shouldn’t have had to remind you anyway, Alvar! Your so airheaded...” One of them spoke to him. Another ran into their side. “Hey, give the kid a break! He was busy getting ready!” The fish (sort of) smiled at Alvar, and Alvar smiled back. “Ignore him, Alvar. Your doing fine.”

Alvar rubbed the back of his neck guilty, and said sorry again, before finally exiting his trailer. ​

 

[Nue]

Aubrey had finished her idling outside her trailer and was now making her way over to the enclosure where the animals were kept, to begin her routine of feeding and checking up on them. Since she was so new, she wasn't really supposed to be performing until she'd gotten a little more adjusted to life in the circus, and so for now she was simply supposed to care for the animals. It had been a pretty intimidating experience at first; given that she previously lived in English cities, the rarest animal she'd ever ran into was a deer, and here, she was expected to establish a bond with animals that could tear her apart into shreds if they really wanted to.. but, it had worked out surprisingly okay. As terrifying as a tiger was up close, once you manage to create a bond with one, you come to find that there's little difference between them and the common house cat. In fact, she mused to herself with a smile, she'd met kittens more vicious than some of these wild cats.

She carried on her walk, pausing to try and get a hold on her surroundings again. Audrey wasn't blessed with the greatest sense of direction - she could get lost going in a straight line, most likely - and was struggling to remember exactly what direction the animal enclosure was. She heard Maxwell's voice from somewhere nearby and briefly considered asking him.. but quickly shook her head. She respected Maxwell a lot; in fact it was one of his previous circuses she'd attended at a younger age that had even given her the idea to join the Evergreen Circus as soon as she left the foster home, and it was clear to her he was a man with a lot of dedication to his craft.. buuuut he was a tad intimidating up close. She didn't really want to admit to her boss, essentially, that she was still getting lost.

She spotted Alvar exiting his trailer. When she had first came to the Evergreen circus, she'd expected to be amongst the youngest performers there, and had been surprised to find out there was one almost 3 years her junior. They hadn't really spoken much - she hadn't spoken to many people yet, actually - but as she'd heard, although he wasn't an animal tamer, he still had the ability to communicate with aquatic animals, and she'd never really met anyone else with abilities like her. On a whim, she decided to ask him for directions.

"Hello! Alvar, was it?", she called out, approaching him.

 

[Meme Machine]

Alvar Circe

Alvar jumped when someone called his name. He looked around, until spotting one of the members of the circus that he didn’t really know. Her name was Aubrey, and she was a animal tamer, if he remembered correctly. He saw red hair, paired with some odd clothes, but then again he couldn’t say much. He dressed kind of like a girl. He pointed to himself, as if to confirm she was actually talking to him.

“Me?” He asked simply, unsure shyness creeping into his tone. He rubbed one of his ankles with the other, his bare feet against the grass. He was kind of hoping she was talking to him, as he didn’t know much about her. Alvar raised a eyebrow as well. He spoke less with words, and more with gestures or body language. That was just a habit from being underwater all the time as a child. ​

 

[Wandering Seraph]

Cassian Croteau​

Cassian watched his fellow performers trickle out of their trailers one by one, getting ready for the long day ahead of them. He lingered by his own trailer, not wanting to face the day quite yet. Cassian's enthusiasm had fled since the incident that had left him with a twisted wing. Not to say that he didn't enjoy performing with his knives, but flying was like breathing. He had been without that air for far too long.

Cassian leaned against his trailer for long enough to watch Alvar rush past him, make it almost halfway across the scattering of trailers, then turn right back around and rush across the green and back into his own dwelling. While Cassian didn't underestimate the younger boy, he did know that Alvar sometimes got lost in his own head. When Alvar exited the trailer for a second time, Cassian was about to offer a halfhearted wave, when he was beat to the punch by a girl with two puffy, ginger pigtails. He recognized her, of course, but she was one of the newer additions to Evergreen and he hadn't had much of an opportunity to get a read on her. He watched Alvar reply, startled into shyness. Cassian would let them talk for a moment longer, but he wanted company on the walk to the ring. He didn't do too well on his own in the mornings, and while he and Alvar weren't exactly close, they had worked as acrobats together for a while.

 

[Nue]

"Yep!"

Aubrey nodded enthusiastically, waving a gloved hand and quickening her pace until she was in front of him. She had faltered a little upon noticing the uncertainty in his voice - was his name not Alvar? She hoped it was, she didn't want the awkwardness that came with so clearly getting someone's name wrong - and upon closer inspection, he'd seemed a little anxious speaking to her.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you! Don't let me stop you if you're busy, but the thing is I'm sort of in a bit of trouble," Aubrey began, hurriedly. If she was being a bother, she wanted to make sure she wasn't keeping him too long.

"I'm supposed to go to the animal enclosure, but the thing is, I've sort of, well, you know-", she grinned sheepishly, "Ahh, there's no good way of putting it, but I've forgotten the way there. I was hoping if you're not in the middle of something, you could give me instructions? I'd ask Maxwell, but I'm a little afraid of how he'll react if I tell him I still don't know my way there yet."

 

[Meme Machine]

Alvar Circe
Alvar blanked for moment, before smiling softly. He grinned, and rubbed the back of his neck, twirling a piece of hair around his finger. He did that a lot.

“Of course! I’ll show you the way. Maxwell wouldn’t mind, though. He’s not as scary as people think he is.....” Alvar trailed off after noticing Cassian. His smile widened a little, and he waved at the winged boy. “Cassian! I was just showing Aubrey the way to the animal enclosure. Want to walk with us?”

Alvar looked at Cassian, knowing that he didn’t like to walk alone. He was never told that, but reactions and gestures said a lot. He stood straighter, putting his hands behind his back and smiling to Aubrey again. She kind of reminded him of the Wendy’s mascot, though he would never ever admit that for fear of making her mad. ​

 

[Wandering Seraph]

Cassian Croteau​

Cassian inclined his head, a gesture of acknowledgement and crossed the few yards between his trailer and Alvar's to stand next to the acrobat.

"I'd like that," he said easily, eyeing the redheaded girl.

Aubrey, Alvar had said. One of the animal acts then, Cassian supposed. He met her eyes and offered her a sweet smile as he sized her up discreetly. She was taller than Alvar, but that wasn't saying much. The dryad was almost a head shorter than him and Cassian wasn't all that tall, himself. The girl gave off a warm vibe that Cassian kind of liked. She was no threat.

"Cassian," he said, extending a slender hand for Aubrey to shake, "I don't believe we've been formally introduced yet."

 

[Nue]

Aubrey returned Alvar's smile brightly, then turned to face Cassian. As much as she didn't want to stare and come across as rude, it was almost impossible for her to stop her eyes from sliding to the impressive pair of wings sprouting from his back. Were they genuine? Aubrey supposed they'd have to be; it seemed like it'd be a pain to put on such a heavy pair of wings when the show wasn't till tonight. Then again, Alvar already seemed fully dressed for it, too.. Next to both of them, she felt a tad under dressed. She eventually managed to bite back the urge to ask if the wings were real, although that didn't stop her curiosity.

"Hello, Cassian!", she shook his hand with vigour. Both of her hands were clad in thin, leather gloves, not fancy enough to be a fashion piece, but not bulky enough to be the kind of protective gear you'd wear whilst handling animals, either. "Nah, don't think so. It's nice to meet you!"

Aubrey was glad she was finally talking to people. She was in no way shy, but so far she'd found it difficult to strike up conversations with her fellow colleagues, as they'd all seemed to busy with their own duties.

 

[Meme Machine]

Alvar Circe

Alvar tilted his head in the direction of the animal area, and did a few cartwheels in the direction. He still wasn’t too awake, and doing flips and such helped the blood rush to his head, waking him up. He was aware of how odd it looked, but he didn’t mind. Most people here knew him well enough to understand that he needed to do that.

“So.... w-what’s your power?” Alvar asked, trying to make small talk with Aubrey. He mentally kicked himself after he asked. You can’t just ask someone what their power is! That’s rude.... He went into a near perfect handstand, looking from Cassian to Aubrey.

Alvar had to admit, he had liked working with Cassian. Acrobatics wasn’t easy, but when you find someone on a similar level, it’s gets way more enjoyable. Alvar shyly smiled at the two, half embarrassed from his question, and half from his ‘wake up routine’.​

 

[Nue]

Aubrey followed Alvar, watching with interest. Seeing the acrobats of the circus move about like that with so much ease always made her feel exhausted, although she had to say it was impressive.

If she was offended by his question, she didn't seem to show it. "I'm an empath," Aubrey replied casually, "I guess I'd say it's kinda like being a mind reader, but instead of thoughts, you read feelings? If that makes any sense.."

She fidgeted absent-mindedly with her gloves as she spoke. "Ah, I'm only good with animals though. Humans have way too much going on in their heads for me to make any sense of it." She chuckled, "Hence, animal tamer. What about you? I can tell you're an acrobat, at the very least." Aubrey smiled.

 

[Wandering Seraph]

A smile quirked at the corners of Cassian's lips as he watched Alvar cartwheel in the direction of the stables and animal enclosures. He couldn't remember a time when Alvar wasn't tumbling. Cassian slung his bag over his shoulder, shook his wings, hoping to rid himself of some of their morning stiffness, and followed Alvar and Aubrey. He didn't frequent the enclosures, partially because he had little reason to, but partially because there were horses kept there. Cassian did his best to avoid horses. He fell into step next to Aubrey as she followed the still-bending Alvar.

Cassian listened attentively until the word "empath" left Aubrey's lips. His eyes found the gloves he had idly wondered about after shaking her hand. Cassian let a slow, steady breath out through his nose. His knee-jerk discomfort was hidden for the moment. There was no way an empath was coming too near him. His emotions were something he sought to control and even the thought of letting someone else thumb through them like pages of a book made him nervous.

 

[Meme Machine]

Alvar Circe

Alvars eyes widened, and he fell out of his handstand when she said she was a empath. Just as he was about to hit the ground, he saved it by going into a bridge and standing up. He looked intrigued, if anything else.

“For real? I’ve never heard of that. I mean, a human having a super natural power. That’s... really cool!” The shorter male ended up walking in between Cassian and Aubrey, holding his hands behind his back almost like a higher up. His whole demeanor went slowly from intrigued to shy, as he relized his random outburst. He looked down, before looking back at her.

“I’m a dryad. Hence the markings.... and gills. I can breath underwater and stuff. Oh! And I can talk with fish! They’re way more.... mouthy than you’d expect.” Alvar looked ahead, with a small sigh. Talking to fish could be just as stressful as talking to humans. “So, uh.... what type of animals do you work with? All of them, or just a specific type?”

​

 

[Nue]

Aubrey let out a surprised yelp as Alvar fell back, and was about to ask if he was okay before he sprung back up. She glanced at Cassian, who she thought she'd heard make a noise, but he seemed relatively composed. Once she'd seen that Alvar was fine, she replied.

"I hadn't heard of it either, which is why it was a pretty nasty shock when it started mainfesting," Aubrey said with a light chuckle. "A dryad, huh? Sounds cool! It's nice to meet a fellow, uh.. animal whisperer, too, I guess!"
She'd never tried communicating with fish before - it required touching them, and they felt way too fragile and slimey for her to be comfortable with it - but she'd always imagined they didn't really have much to say, so Alvar revealing otherwise was a surprise to her.

"All of them, I guess! Although I gotta admit, I've been getting along best with the tigers."

She looked back at Cassian again. He seemed fine, but he'd gone rather quiet. "What about you, Cassian?"

 

[mochi bun]

Calista Savas
Calista had just finished shrugging on her jacket when the knock of the door was heard. Tilting her head, she listened to the voice beyond her trailer. Dark brows raised as surprise swiftly engulfed her. Her gaze snapped to the clock, blanching as she realized she had taken more time than usual that morning. Stepping away from her vanity, she silenced the music with a flick of her wrist. Her daughter lifted her head as she passed. The girl's ears perked, eyes trailing after her mother. Lifting a hand to ward off any questions, Calista ran a hand through her bangs. Squaring her shoulders, she opened the door. It was no surprise as to who was standing in the doorway– the man was almost an impossible presence to ignore.

Putting on an air of nonchalance, Calista smiled. "Good morning, sir." She greeted, hands settling on her hips. "I've been up– I was just looking over some of the paperwork for some of the newer members. Salaries, contracts and all that." Waving a hand flippantly, she turned to glance over her shoulder. Katya had scuttled closer during the conversation, perched on the end of the bed with wide eyes. Somehow– much to Calista's confusion– her daughter had taken an interest in the demons of the trope. It was odd; while Calista had been afraid of other demons at her age, her child loved them.

Clicking her tongue, Calista beckoned the girl with a wag of her finger.

In a moment, the girl was leaping off the bed and barreling into her mother's legs. Calista didn't flinch– even when the girl leapt up and clung to her back. An arm shifted, pulling the girl closer to her. Katya giggled, cerulean eyes staring at the man still standing in their threshold.

"What do we say, hara mou?" Calista murmured, patting the girl's knee that was currently wrapped around her diaphragm. Katya gasped, sharp teeth bared in a smile. "Good morning, Mister Maxwell, sir!"

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Kamon Onruang
Kamon sighed as he stood from his crouch, closing up the last enclosure. It had taken him quite some time to feed his pets, the minutes ticking away as the sun rose higher in the sky. His eyes drifted towards the clock, shifting on his feet. He still had some time before they were expected to arrive, he mused, but ultimately, the fear of being late won him over. Sighing through his nose, Kamon made his way towards the door. He easily slipped on his shoes before he descended the steps. His eyes surveyed the grounds, taking in the steady stream of workers that were already setting out that morning.

His gaze landed on the small trio of young performers as they passed, brow raising. Although he didn't work in their departments, he still tried to be polite. Deciding that they were too wrapped up in their conversation, he offered a wave and a smile in their direction before continuing on his way. Long legs wove between the trailers, greeting those he knew. There were many people he was unfamiliar with; although, he knew most of them were busy to pay any mind to him. As he passed the booths that led to the big top area, he noticed a lone figure following the same path. Kamon perked up upon recognizing the man; Moon-sik, one of the stagehands that worked on most of the lighting and engineering for the show.

"Hey, voodoo man." He greeted as he neared, flashing the witch a fanged smile. The two fell into step with one another; a mismatched pair under the morning blue skies. The smoke the filled the air made Kamon cough, turning his head into his sleeve. Green eyes studied the cigarette, mouth twisted into a frown. "Those are awful for you, you know." He pointed out, glancing down towards the other with a concerned expression.

 

[Lunar]

Maxwell takes a step back as the door opens, revealing the circus's second-in-command; Calista Savas! "Good morning, sir! I've been up I was just looking over some of the paperwork for some of the newer members. Salaries, contracts and all that." She says to Maxwell before beckoning her daughter over, the girl then scampered up her as if she were a playground set. "Good morning, Mr. Maxwell, sir!" The youngling exclaims with a toothy grin. Maxwell returns her smile with his own, though his is much sharper and wider. "Ah and good morning to you as well, mademoiselle." He replies with an overexaggerated bow. After his courtesies, he straightens up and makes eye contact with Calista, his piercing turquoise eyes seem to almost glow. "Well once you are finished with all of your paper what-nots, do prepare for tonight's show. It would be favorable to look your best and, dear, if you would kindly, please put on a dance act for our patrons as they find their seats. Try your best to...entice some of them to be a bit more generous with their contributions...if you catch my drift. Consider it an appetizer for the audience!, Nothing too crazy my dear, save the grand theatrics for the opening act, I do expect you to deliver a marvelous dance with some of the others whilst I do my singing." He finally finishes, seeming to have never taken a breath throughout the entire tangent.

Maxwell clears his throat and pulls back his sleeve, revealing a wristwatch with a black leather strap. "The show starts at seven o' clock tonight, that gives us about thirteen hours to prepare, set up, and practice! Do make sure that the others aren't slacking, we mustn't ever put on a boring show!" Maxwell states, pulling his sleeve over his watch again. It may seem that Maxwell dumps most of the tedious responsibilities onto his partner, but he does go around and supervise, helping where he can and ensuring that the show will be of upmost quality, he hasn't had an unsuccessful show in years and with the inclusion of Supernaturals, he expects not to ever again. Maxwell then refocuses onto Katya. "As for you my little Storge, perhaps Alvar would let you play with some of his fish for the day!" He jokingly says.

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[Wandering Seraph]

Cassian considered Aubrey's question for just a fraction of a moment too long. Did he tell her that he used to be an acrobat? He certainly didn't look like he worked with knives.

"I'm one of the knife acts," he replied smoothly, "It's seems kind of dull until you see it on a show night. It's all in the theatricality."

Cassian was fluent in English, and having learned it as a second language when he was quite young, he spoke it with a good understanding of slang and differing levels of formality. However, his accent was especially prominent in the early morning, before he had eaten. He wasn't shy about it and actually enjoyed telling his stories of Marseilles and the French countryside to younger performers and guests, when they hung around camp. Anyway, he reckoned he'd rather tell French stories than angel mafia stories.

 

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Alvar Circe

Alvar looked at Cassian, a smiled kind of sad. But it turned up a bit when they reached the animal pens. He stretched his arms above his head, and looked to Aubrey.

“Yeah, Cassian used to be a acrobat, like me. He was pretty fun to work with.” Alvar smiled at Cassian, brushing some hair behind his ears, before looking back to Aubrey. “I guess we’re here.... we might wanna get to work before Mr. Crom gets onto us.”

Alvar laughed a little, before bowing his head and bending his knees in a slight bow to his newest friend. He stood straighter, and smiled up at the two. Literally up. He was pretty short, and he knew it. But he didn’t mind.

“I need to get to work as well. I’m pretty sure I overheard Mr. Crom was saying tonight is important. So, I’ll probably need my water filled tools and glowing ribbons.” Alvar had specific equipment for when their night show was a important, so he figured he should use it tonight. They need to be filled with water, polished, tied, safety tested, and more before he could use them. ​