forum It's 3 AM, what better time for a circus rp (Large group)

Started October 05, 2021 by Deleted user

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(If I get overboard, just let me know. Oni does a lot of insulting and dirty jokes. He also does curse a bit, but right now he’s being mellow in that regard)

After a moment to watch his surroundings, Oni snickered and walked past the tower while Abel was still stunned. He snatched the dagger from the tower and tucked it away.

He then noticed Enrique and Luca, bursting into laughter.

“There goes the bull rider! And that’s not all he does with him!”he called.

He glanced back at Abel, waiting for the inevitable reaction.

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Eschar added a few more details to his play, then headed for the tent to rehearse. He would act this time, but during the actual performance, it would be real.

A sly smile came to him as he entered the tent, looking for Oni. He overheard the man’s cry, and fought hard to keep his smile up at the sound of irritating man’s voice.

Abel watched the performer with narrowed eyes, a wide grin spreading on his face when Oni had stolen one of his daggers. The knife thrower laughed, tossing a blade in the air before catching it by the handle and hurling it mere millimeters away from Oni's nose. The knife stuck into the bleachers behind the jester, metal blade vibrating from the force. "Watch where you're going, Onny!" Abel laughed, tossing and catching another blade in his hand. "Would be terrible if there was an accident." Abel's smiling expression never wavered, their singular blue pupil contracting in size.

Enrique nodded politely to Saoirse. “Gracias, Saoirse! I will be back at the sound of your call!” He claimed before pulling Luca along, looking at Oni as he passed by him. He was a bit surprised by the sudden knife throw by Abel, but it was all good.
“No idea what you are saying but I’d rather not have Luca’s horns be stained with disgusting blood today,” he smiled innocently despite him actually meaning for it to come out as a threat. “Ten cuidado con lo que deseas, amigo,” with that, he and Luca left the tent, passing by Eschaton on his way out. He was simply going to just sit with Luca outside, maybe upping the stakes of his act by cleaning and sharpening Luca’s beautiful horns. Though… he was definitely not waiting for a certain someone to walk out and read him a poem or a story. No, definitely not.

(snickering. Chaos)

Oni paused at the sight of the knife, then grinned.

“That’s Oni to you! Besides, I get in accidents all the time,”he laughed.

He snatched the dagger that had nearly hit his nose and eyed it for a moment. He then heard Enrique.

“Do you not get a dirty joke? Have you no brains in regard to riding a bull, or does he ride you?”he called to Enrique, completely unfazed by the threat attempt. He then noticed Eschar.

“Well, hello, my dear playwright! What do you have?”

Eschar smirked and shook his head, pointing at Abel. Oni sighed.

“Oh, alright, old man.”

Oni moved over to Abel, holding out the daggers, hilt first.

“Remember, knife thrower, if you are going to cause an accident, don’t announce it. It ruins the fun,”he said, his eyes flashing with mischief.

A big grin then split his face and he snickered.

“But, here you go, ol’ Eschar over there won’t show me his play unless I play nice,”Oni added.

Dakota stretched their arms up, working away the sleep that clung to their limbs. They had spent the night and most of the morning with one of their precious lions, Garcon, training him in a new act for their next show. "Good morning, amoureux!" They called into the tent as they walked in, Garcon and another lion, Poulet, close at their heels. "How are all today!" The animal trainer asked in their heavily accented voice, reaching behind them to scratch behind Poulet's ears, the lion purring like a housecat.

Silas sighed. It was getting a bit too crowded in here for his liking. He stood up, putting a red slip of paper between the pages where he left off. He began walking, holding out a hand for Grev to hop onto. He began to walk out of the tent, tucking the book under his arm and letting Grev perch on his shoulder. He noticed Enrique and Luca sitting outside, and slowly walked up to Luca to pet him. He didn’t know a ton about mammals, but he knew how to not get attacked by Luca. Silas gave him a gentle pat on the head before waving at Enrique.
“How’s it going?”

Luca huffed out when he was pat but he didn’t attack Silas just because Enrique would be upset at him if he did.
Enrique turned to Silas before smiling brightly. “It is going okay, Silas,” his smile remained the same as he pat the space beside him, wanting Silas to come sit with him. “Free space for you,” by free space he meant the already empty space on the ground. “Grev can sit on Luca.” He smiled, his cheeks slightly flushed. If he was a canine, his tail would probably be wagging vigorously at this point because of how excited he was.

He nodded, sitting down next to him. Grev sat atop one of Luca’s horns. Silas started reading once again, his left foot tapping on the ground.

Enrique peered his head at the book before he frowned. “I can’t read it…” he murmured before he looked at Silas. “Can you read out loud to me what you’re reading?” He asked, smiling brightly before he made himself comforting by laying his head supinely on Silas’ lap. “Don’t mind me, cariño,”

Silas blushed a little, nodding. He opened his book to one of his favorite poems. “This one’s called Antigonish, written by Hughes Mearns in 1899. When I was little, I always thought it was a play on the word antagonist, which means villain, but Antagonish is actually a town in Canada. I’m not sure exactly why Mearns decided to name it that.”

“Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
I wish, I wish he'd go away…
When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn't see him there at all.”

Grev hopped back onto Silas’ shoulder. He liked mirroring his behavior. Silas wondered if the crow could read the poems, or if he just liked being close to him while he read.

”Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
Oh, how I wish he'd go away…”

Abel laughed, grabbing the knife from Oni's hand. "It'd certainly be a shame if the surprise was ruined, huh?" They winked at the jester and, without looking, threw the knife into the wood, the dagger completing a perfect circle of knives on the wood.

"Anybody wanna have knives thrown at them?" Abel called, the smile on his face now replaced with a serious expression, eyes narrowed and searching the crew. "And I'm going to need to borrow somebody's fire."

Enrique listened to Silas’ poem, understanding certain parts but for the most part, he was clueless what each part meant. He looked up at the other man with an innocent smile on his face. “Can you tell me what the poem means? I don’t quite understand how to interpret it,” he said, as oblivious as can be which was perfectly normal in his case.

Peppermint climbed up to the tightrope again, deciding to practice jumping off. She clicked the button on her parasol again, and the fire went out.
Tiptoeing to the middle of the rope, she leapt off, twirling in the air and holding her parasol above her. Her fall was slowed, but not enough for her to safely hit the ground, so in midair, she hooked the top of her parasol over the tightrope, dangling from the handle for a moment before unhooking herself from the rope, closing the umbrella as she fell, and landing on the trampoline.
The girl bounced safely to the ground, giggling with glee. “That was fun!”

Ray leapt up to get to work on warming up on trapeze, body arching as he threw himself across the gaps between bars, turning flips and somersaults as he did. Lor continued to warm up on the ground, stretching and blowing fire from her lips, gaze narrowed in concentration.

“Hmmm…everyone interprets poems a different way, that’s what I love about them. Most people interpret ‘the man who wasn’t there’ as being a ghost, or some sort of being that isn’t human. Others interpret it as the narrator’s hallucinations.”
He closed the book.
“I like the flow of the poem. It contradicts itself a lot, and I have a liking for things that can’t be explained. Anomalies.”
Silas tapped his foot faster. He was getting excited. He loves strange things like this. He probably wasn’t going to stop talking anytime soon.
“Like the God Step! It’s a biology term for the step between a nonliving and living thing! Scientists can replicate nonliving things, and replicate living things, but they haven’t been able to figure out how to turn a nonliving thing into a living thing!”

Abel laughed, grabbing the knife from On'nyosh's hand. "It'd certainly be a shame if the surprise was ruined, huh?" They winked at the jester and, without looking, threw the knife into the wood, the dagger completing a perfect circle of knives on the wood.

"Anybody wanna have knives thrown at them?" Abel called, the smile on his face now replaced with a serious expression, eyes narrowed and searching the crew. "And I'm going to need to borrow somebody's fire."

Dakota clapped her hands. "I would be more than happy to have the knives thrown at me chere!" He pet behind Garcon's ears now. "Though I do not know how the kitties would erm… react to me hurt! But I am sure you are skilled!"

Saoirse was still entertaining herself, twirling her stick like a baton, when they heard Abel. Getting a bit bored and having the conversation peak her curiosity, Saoirse trotted over to where Dakota, Abel, and Oni were.
"What's this I hear about getting knives thrown at us? Do me too!" They said excitedly as they clasped her hands together and jumped up and down, imagining how much fun it would be to have knives hurtled at her.

(Sorry about the length, got a little carried away)

Oni admired the circle of knives for a moment, grinning. He then bowed deeply at the offer.

“I would love to, but I am afraid I must pass for now. After all, dear old Eschar awaits me,”he politely declined.

He set his hat back on his head with a flourish and sauntered away. Eschar waited for him with a smirk.

“That was a very stupid move to steal that one’s knives, you know that right?”Eschar asked.

“One must always be ready for the dangers of our trade. Now, tell me about your play. Is this the one you promised I’d be a part of?”Oni replied.

“Yes,”Eschar replied with a grin.

“Well, tell me already! You know I’ve been wanting a part in one of your extravagant plays!”

“Fine, but you’ll owe me for spoiling it,”Eschar said with a feigned huff.

Oni’s eyes narrowed. Eschar sighed.

“Alright, you win. You will be playing the royal fool. I will be the king. We can recruit a few others for parts, but we’re the primary characters,”Eschar explained.

“Ooh, you know me too well,”Oni said with a snicker.

“I won’t say anything on plot until later.”

“Damn it!”Oni burst. Eschar laughed, but quickly composed himself.

“Now, the other characters are the Queen, the Princess, and the Captain of the Guard.”

“Bring on the women!”

“Not that kind of play,”Eschar immediately replied.

Oni moaned dramatically.

Eschar snorted,”You know my work. I’m all for the dark things. But, to make it up to you, I’ve got a stash of good booze from home. You and me can have a drink later.”

“Women?”Oni couldn’t help asking.

“Maybe.”

A big grin appeared on Oni and he walked away, appraising those he could see. Eschar watched him, then noticed one of his belt pouches was gone.

“Damn it, Oni, give that back!”

Oni paused, laughing, then turned around and tossed the bag back.

“You’re getting slow, old man,”Oni called, before continuing on his way.

Eschar caught the bag, glaring at Oni’s back.

(Sorry I've been caught up in school-) Mary walks back towards the area the others were in, pulling some cotton candy out of the bag she was holding and putting it in her mouth. Cotton candy has always been a favorite of hers, and living in a circus definitely fostered that. She was just walking around, saying hi to a few people, finding it nice that a few of them (according to their words) were most excited for her act. As she nears the tents she overhears something about knives, getting thrown at people? For a minute she's confused, but honestly she should probably be used to stuff like this by now. "Y'all better not hurt yourselves, whoevers gonna patch you up probably won't be too happy about that" She calls out, putting another piece of cotton candy in her mouth as she stops next to the other four people. Maybe she used a bit of her signature mom voice there, just a hint.