Post by Phantasma on Jul 20, 2019 14:43:56 GMT -5
"I'm beginning to think I should've ignored my friends advice," Kite muttered under his breath, a grimace fixed onto him as he observed the activities of the fair ground.
Innocent advice, to have fun after a string of seemingly endless and stressful adventures. The idea was with the best of intentions, one of the captains Kite had crewed up with following his entrance into deeper parts of the crocodile route.
Currently walking around, ticket in hand, Kite was aboard one of the largest and probably sole sea-drifting circus. Rather than located on an island the establishment was formed from multiple ships being bound together and then having a majority of their upper compartments cannibalized in order to give an even amount of space for the big blue and white tent that rose to the heavens. Printed on said tent instead of the typical lines you'd associate with the big top were an innumerable amount of stars. The center pole itself was one such gleaming shape. At the periphery of the ships four sides were ladders and mores to hook ships onto, and had been a place just moments ago Kite had ventured from. Once you climbed up the ladder you waited in a felt-rope line maze and marched up to one of possibly four or five gates with a single ticket master. They put on a show, sold the place up and gave you a ticket for no more than 10 beri. Sustainable only thanks to what was probably near constant foot traffic, Kite proposed.
But what got him to rethink his adventure was the near deserted nature of the place once you really got to looking. A few carnies operated various rides and games, booths and physical rides separated into two halves but beyond that the place was obviously under staffed. Trying not to stare and being unable to dull his hearing quick enough it was common for Kite to chance hearing fighting. Through the giggles of children and the shouts of 'WINNER WINNER~' came a very, very vivid and heated argument around some side of the big top.
"I don't know-- Okay listen Dimple I'm done. Yes I'm done you little nightmare! Your dad was a hell of a lot better at the circus biz and this treatment... I'm unreasonable?! Screw. Off! Go call up some temps because you just lost ANOTHER clown!" The voice rattled off, even when walking away Kite could've sworn the conversation was getting louder.
Looking over his shoulder he just barely dodged what was very clearly one angry clown. Lacking makeup, red in the face wearing a pied suit of gold and silver the jester figure huffed past the hunter. Taking his hat and throwing it down onto the ground making speed straight towards the west moor. Running along behind him was a noticeable shorter than average figure clad in what was mostly a pure white suit stylized almost like Kites. Complete with a cravat, the monkey suit had golden bangles affixed to the wrists and a matching tipped cane that the shorter than average figure sported. Atop what was likely a mask, perfectly round with two star shaped eyes and a tiny grin, was a very VERY tall top hat that was also comically thin having to be glued onto the mask to avoid falling. Unable to catch up to or stop his flustered worker, or hers, the figure walked back towards the tent picking up the hat and staring at it in their gloved hand for a time. Tensing up and quickly jerking their head to look at Kite who was now sitting off to the side chowing down on some popcorn and drinking what was probably soda or juice of some kind.
Pretending to look off somewhere else the oddly dressed man didn't hold his gaze long. Looking back towards the big top he retreated at a surprisingly quick pace, at much the same moment a few carnival workers exited the tent flaps and started putting signs at each entrance. From what Kite could read from his little perch the announcement on the picket signs, likely to be jammed into boards, was positions for a temp job.
Apparently that clown was one of many that had left the circus, Dimples Wondrous Circus to be exact.
Not thinking too hard the young man wolfed down yet more of the hot food. It came from corn yet, it tasted nothing like it. An explosion of a particular flavor that a lot of foods just couldn't replicate as well as some other indeterminable flavor that the workers sprinkled on in the form of seasonings. There was also the soda-like juice which fizzed in his mouth and popped along his tongue in an avalanche of orange citrus-y goodness. The two flavors combined and despite being somewhat soggy tasted so good that the decent sized baggy Kite should've been nursing throughout the show was devoured in the course of a minute or so with the drink following fast. Letting loose a shielded burp the hunter spotted some sort of trash bin, nearest to one of the fountains and let go of the empty containers into the depths of it.
Noticing a near quietus of the surrounding area Kite very passively looked around him turning from left to right before spinning on his heels. Near the mouth of the bigtop a gathering of sorts had formed with the oddly dressed fellow at the center, ushering folks over with a point and wave of its hand the gaze of those twin shapes soon fell on Kite flagging him over. Popping one of his brows up and inclining his chin down as his head moved somewhat back the white haired, smartly dressed hunter moved to join the gathering.
Error was made in his dress code for once as many people in hushed towns asked if he was supposed to be up there with the ring leader. The nature of Kites pinestriped, three piece suit was on par if not of the same quality as the organizer of this troupe possessing black and whites as well as splotches of red in the forms of slips on the flanks of either side of the over coat as well as the inside of said overcoats material. Shaking his head and excusing himself it was easy enough to dispel these rumors, for now.
"Before we start our show, I'd like to ask some of our crowd to be volunteers! Temporary staff! We've had a shortage in clowns and would be delighted to take that opportunity to incorporate some of you fine ladies and gentlemen into the show. You'll be paid, you'll be rewarded and you might even find that you want to stick with my troupe. Either way, the show must go on, on to a fabulous show that will start in no less than an hour. I apologize for this inconvenience and encourage anyone to seek me out personally if they wish to take me up on my offer or ask for a refund," Undeniably masculine the short man, bearing height of around five feet, took his hat and inclined his masked face before finally mounting the thin shape back atop his dome piece.
"Do you have to wear make up?" Kite piped up, breaking the awkward silence that filled the crowd getting a few laughs in return.
"Why no young sir! This is a masquerade circus~ All troupe workers are done up to add to the flare, the mystique and the reputation set forth by our founding ship. The Wonder! Wouldn't be curious as to helping me would you?" Punctuating his statement with an outstretched Cane it didn't take long for the crowd to get into the mood and circulate the taller man up to the stage being too shocked to fight the movement of limbs and the cheering that sprang up.
'What... how?'
"Now I can't have just ONE clown, I'd need a few more. Volunteers? Volunte-He-EEEEEERS?!" Cupping his free left hand to his drawn on mask the ring master let out a whoop enthralling those around him further through some bizarre aura of showmanship or something more.
A few more unfortunate souls joined the stage, Kite was however transfixed by the ringmaster himself. Squinting and narrowing those red eyes of his to try and reason just what he was looking at.
True to his name, if it was dimple, there was a tiny little black dot over on the left side of his mask.
"That's some Charisma you've got."
Innocent advice, to have fun after a string of seemingly endless and stressful adventures. The idea was with the best of intentions, one of the captains Kite had crewed up with following his entrance into deeper parts of the crocodile route.
Currently walking around, ticket in hand, Kite was aboard one of the largest and probably sole sea-drifting circus. Rather than located on an island the establishment was formed from multiple ships being bound together and then having a majority of their upper compartments cannibalized in order to give an even amount of space for the big blue and white tent that rose to the heavens. Printed on said tent instead of the typical lines you'd associate with the big top were an innumerable amount of stars. The center pole itself was one such gleaming shape. At the periphery of the ships four sides were ladders and mores to hook ships onto, and had been a place just moments ago Kite had ventured from. Once you climbed up the ladder you waited in a felt-rope line maze and marched up to one of possibly four or five gates with a single ticket master. They put on a show, sold the place up and gave you a ticket for no more than 10 beri. Sustainable only thanks to what was probably near constant foot traffic, Kite proposed.
But what got him to rethink his adventure was the near deserted nature of the place once you really got to looking. A few carnies operated various rides and games, booths and physical rides separated into two halves but beyond that the place was obviously under staffed. Trying not to stare and being unable to dull his hearing quick enough it was common for Kite to chance hearing fighting. Through the giggles of children and the shouts of 'WINNER WINNER~' came a very, very vivid and heated argument around some side of the big top.
"I don't know-- Okay listen Dimple I'm done. Yes I'm done you little nightmare! Your dad was a hell of a lot better at the circus biz and this treatment... I'm unreasonable?! Screw. Off! Go call up some temps because you just lost ANOTHER clown!" The voice rattled off, even when walking away Kite could've sworn the conversation was getting louder.
Looking over his shoulder he just barely dodged what was very clearly one angry clown. Lacking makeup, red in the face wearing a pied suit of gold and silver the jester figure huffed past the hunter. Taking his hat and throwing it down onto the ground making speed straight towards the west moor. Running along behind him was a noticeable shorter than average figure clad in what was mostly a pure white suit stylized almost like Kites. Complete with a cravat, the monkey suit had golden bangles affixed to the wrists and a matching tipped cane that the shorter than average figure sported. Atop what was likely a mask, perfectly round with two star shaped eyes and a tiny grin, was a very VERY tall top hat that was also comically thin having to be glued onto the mask to avoid falling. Unable to catch up to or stop his flustered worker, or hers, the figure walked back towards the tent picking up the hat and staring at it in their gloved hand for a time. Tensing up and quickly jerking their head to look at Kite who was now sitting off to the side chowing down on some popcorn and drinking what was probably soda or juice of some kind.
Pretending to look off somewhere else the oddly dressed man didn't hold his gaze long. Looking back towards the big top he retreated at a surprisingly quick pace, at much the same moment a few carnival workers exited the tent flaps and started putting signs at each entrance. From what Kite could read from his little perch the announcement on the picket signs, likely to be jammed into boards, was positions for a temp job.
Apparently that clown was one of many that had left the circus, Dimples Wondrous Circus to be exact.
Not thinking too hard the young man wolfed down yet more of the hot food. It came from corn yet, it tasted nothing like it. An explosion of a particular flavor that a lot of foods just couldn't replicate as well as some other indeterminable flavor that the workers sprinkled on in the form of seasonings. There was also the soda-like juice which fizzed in his mouth and popped along his tongue in an avalanche of orange citrus-y goodness. The two flavors combined and despite being somewhat soggy tasted so good that the decent sized baggy Kite should've been nursing throughout the show was devoured in the course of a minute or so with the drink following fast. Letting loose a shielded burp the hunter spotted some sort of trash bin, nearest to one of the fountains and let go of the empty containers into the depths of it.
Noticing a near quietus of the surrounding area Kite very passively looked around him turning from left to right before spinning on his heels. Near the mouth of the bigtop a gathering of sorts had formed with the oddly dressed fellow at the center, ushering folks over with a point and wave of its hand the gaze of those twin shapes soon fell on Kite flagging him over. Popping one of his brows up and inclining his chin down as his head moved somewhat back the white haired, smartly dressed hunter moved to join the gathering.
Error was made in his dress code for once as many people in hushed towns asked if he was supposed to be up there with the ring leader. The nature of Kites pinestriped, three piece suit was on par if not of the same quality as the organizer of this troupe possessing black and whites as well as splotches of red in the forms of slips on the flanks of either side of the over coat as well as the inside of said overcoats material. Shaking his head and excusing himself it was easy enough to dispel these rumors, for now.
"Before we start our show, I'd like to ask some of our crowd to be volunteers! Temporary staff! We've had a shortage in clowns and would be delighted to take that opportunity to incorporate some of you fine ladies and gentlemen into the show. You'll be paid, you'll be rewarded and you might even find that you want to stick with my troupe. Either way, the show must go on, on to a fabulous show that will start in no less than an hour. I apologize for this inconvenience and encourage anyone to seek me out personally if they wish to take me up on my offer or ask for a refund," Undeniably masculine the short man, bearing height of around five feet, took his hat and inclined his masked face before finally mounting the thin shape back atop his dome piece.
"Do you have to wear make up?" Kite piped up, breaking the awkward silence that filled the crowd getting a few laughs in return.
"Why no young sir! This is a masquerade circus~ All troupe workers are done up to add to the flare, the mystique and the reputation set forth by our founding ship. The Wonder! Wouldn't be curious as to helping me would you?" Punctuating his statement with an outstretched Cane it didn't take long for the crowd to get into the mood and circulate the taller man up to the stage being too shocked to fight the movement of limbs and the cheering that sprang up.
'What... how?'
"Now I can't have just ONE clown, I'd need a few more. Volunteers? Volunte-He-EEEEEERS?!" Cupping his free left hand to his drawn on mask the ring master let out a whoop enthralling those around him further through some bizarre aura of showmanship or something more.
A few more unfortunate souls joined the stage, Kite was however transfixed by the ringmaster himself. Squinting and narrowing those red eyes of his to try and reason just what he was looking at.
True to his name, if it was dimple, there was a tiny little black dot over on the left side of his mask.
"That's some Charisma you've got."