emlekyl 2019/01/14(Mon)10:19 No. 917682 ID: fbdb94
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Taking a deep breath, I choose my words carefully. "There are... certain forces," I begin. "Ones that don't like me very much, and that I don't like either. They might want to kill me, maybe, a little bit."

At that, Bronwyn grins widely. "This was not the place to come to avoid being murdered, Noro."

"It's BABE now," Bashan butts in, nudging me hard and winking. "He goes by BABE. You HAVE to call him that."

"Cabaret?" Aberdeen quietly pipes up, a slight grin on their face.

"No!" I object, as Maggie and Bashan both stifle their laughter. "No, the name thing is - it's not because of that. Listen, yeah, I came here because you guys are the only people I can sort of trust. Even if that... Lars? Clown? Wants me dead for some reason. And maybe some others. I don't know."

"Oh, don't worry about her. She's fine. Tell me more about the other people you fucked over!" Maggie urges me.

"But why does she want to kill me? How does she know my name? Was she even around when I was here?"

"I stand with Maggie on this point," Bronwyn replies, looking me in the eye. "Please, tell us more about what you're running from."

"Okay, but-"

"Tell us, Babe."

emlekyl 2019/01/14(Mon)10:21 No. 917683 ID: fbdb94
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Bronwyn's gaze is intense, and for a moment I'm intimidated enough to genuinely consider telling her everything. The Black Dog. The gang that is steadily growing in power and force and taking land, security, and life from those who are unable to defend themselves. The broken legalities they use to justify their actions. The very, very important documents I'd stolen and promptly destroyed. The way I'd intentionally crushed a quarter of their operation in one hit and taken down a good few of their members on my way out, marking me as their number one target. The week-long journey and multiple near-deaths I'd experienced just to throw them off me, and the two-week journey to get here. Part of me just wants to complain to someone about it. I'd nearly had to cut off my hair.

The part of me that has a brain holds me back, but it doesn't do a very good job.

"Bad guys," I helplessly offer up.

Bronwyn stares at me.

"Bad guys who hurt people?"

She blinks.

emlekyl 2019/01/14(Mon)10:21 No. 917684 ID: fbdb94
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"I suppose you're not the first person to come here for that reason. And I know for a fact that you won't be the last."

I breathe a sigh of relief as Bronwyn relents, pulling some folded papers out of her pocket. She opens them, sifting through them with that same smile on her face that she'd greeted me with. I suddenly feel very nervous. "You've missed out on the last sleeping spot in the security cabins, Babe. You'll have to stay with the sideshow crew. I'll offer you this: you may either continue your work on the security team, doing the same thing you were doing before you left us. Or, you may stay on with the sideshow crew, displaying this new... specialized act that you appear to have developed."

"She's talking about the cabaret thing," Bashan whispers very loudly in my ear.

"I'm talking about the cabaret thing," Bronwyn clarifies. Her wide, toothy grin is impossible to read.

>>917684
She's not talking about the cabaret thing. She's gonna ask you to murder people.

Ask to talk to her in private about this. It's an important decision and you want to go over the details.

>>917684
Is there a cabaret thing? Could you pull off a cabaret thing? I guess it could be a euphemism, but I can't read her either, so I'm assuming literal.

You know you can do security, easy. And really, you're just looking for a place to lie low, so easy sounds alright.

He absolutely needs to do the cabaret thing

hey, don't bullshit the caberet thing if there is no caberet thing. but if there is then maybe do it??? but being a guard would be lower profile right? so maybe a guard is safer!

emlekyl 2019/01/14(Mon)23:39 No. 917799 ID: fbdb94
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>Is there a cabaret thing?

There was a cabaret thing. Not here, but after.

I can probably do them both equally well. Security would be easier on me, and I'd have more room to wander the showgrounds and keep an eye out for anyone who knows me. It'd also avoid bringing attention to me, although I'd be in more danger of ambush.
On the other hand, cabaret would allow me to get closer with the other performers, whose gossip would inform me if anyone new and mysterious was around. But I'd have a performance schedule, and I still don't know what kind of leader Bronwyn is yet.

Both. Both is good. Double the pay, double the play.

being a guard is safer. doing cabaret is more fun + more DRAMATIC though.

Go guard. The other option sounds like a setup for you. Last thing you need is for people to be paying attention to you if you're running from people who want to kill.

try a change of pace and go with the cabaret! get your bedazzle on, we know babe loveeees bedazzle

Do the cabaret thing. The more people you've got on your side against the Black Dog, the better. Besides, what's the point of being back at the circus if you're not going to have a little fun?

BOTH

>>917799
guard

I thought guard earlier, and even with the new info, I still think guard.

guard feels like the better option... but i'm casting my vote towards cabaret anyways bc *outfits*

CABARET!!!!!!!!!

emlekyl 2019/01/19(Sat)08:35 No. 918315 ID: fbdb94
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Having to make this decision so quickly with Bronwyn's eyes boring into me is stressing me out. It'd probably be safer to be on the security team again, but if the opportunity's being offered to me...

"I'll make you a deal," I finally respond, doing my best to shake off the residual embarrassment of my name being so unequivocally mocked. "I'll do the cabaret thing. For a while. So long as you let me know as soon as a spot opens up in security. And I don't want to just be dancing all the time. I'll do some security, too, wherever I can."

There's a twinkle in Bronwyn's eye as she nods slowly, pocketing her papers. "We can do that," she accepts. "You'll need to head to the tailor's cabin tomorrow morning, to have a couple of outfits made for you. For now, I'll have someone show you to the sideshow wagons. You'll recall very quickly how tiring this job is. Maggie, would you mind...?"

emlekyl 2019/01/19(Sat)08:36 No. 918316 ID: fbdb94
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Maggie bows exaggeratedly as Bashan immediately protests. "I was the one who FOUND him!" he says, sounding wounded. "It should be ME taking him there! And I haven't SEEN him in so LONG!"

"You'll be seeing a whole lot of him soon, baby boy," Maggie jeers, grabbing me by the arm. "You losers can catch up with him tomorrow. It's my turn."

"Good luck!" Aberdeen calls, barely audible over Bashan's continued complaints as Maggie drags me stumbling out of the big top. I catch a glimpse of Philine just before we exit, waking up and gazing blearily in my general direction until Maggie pulls me out of sight.

emlekyl 2019/01/19(Sat)08:36 No. 918317 ID: fbdb94
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"Soooo," Maggie excitedly says, finally releasing her grip on me to lead me around the outside of the big top. "On the run, huh?"

"Do me a favour? Talk to me about anything else."

"Anything?"

I realize my mistake too late. "Wait -"

"So when Bronwyn said cabaret, did she mean more murder? Are you gonna kill Lars before she kills you? How many people did you murder out there? Is that why you're on the run now? Where's your gang of minions?"

"I don't have any minions! Who do you think I am?!" I retort, annoyed at the implication. "You think I'd need minions?"

"Well, you're here, aren't you?" Maggie snidely remarks. She's always been the type to push people's buttons, and it's something I've always liked about her, but not when she turns her powers upon me. I glower at her as she continues, "Come crawling right back home the minute you have a problem you can't steal, fuck, or bash your way out of. Maybe you don't need minions, but it kind of looks like you need us right now, Babe."

Too annoyed to reply immediately, I walk with her in silence. She's not entirely wrong. For most of my life, I've believed that there are three very simple ways to resolve a situation. I'd lived on the streets for my entire childhood, then followed some dumb boy I liked to the circus and ended up staying for seven years after he almost immediately departed. I didn't actively try to take down the rich and powerful until after I left, and things are a lot more complicated out there than I might have realized.

"I need people I trust, yeah," I resentfully say, huffing out a sigh. "You're wrong about the minion thing, though. That's dumb, and you're dumb for saying it."

"But is it like a hitman contract?" Maggie inquires, completely ignoring my reply. "Bronwyn seemed pretty happy that you're back. I don't think there's anyone she wants to kill, but-"

"She meant cabaret as in burlesque. Not blood burlesque, just the regular kind," I hastily clarify, as Maggie opens her mouth to argue. "The kind of shit I used to do to get by."

emlekyl 2019/01/19(Sat)08:37 No. 918318 ID: fbdb94
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We're walking past the cabaret tent as I say this, and Maggie looks over at it curiously. "You'd be the only one doing burlesque right now," she comments as we cross over toward the seating for the animal stage. "Everything else is magic based, or a song-and-dance sort of thing. Where'd you even learn how to do that?"

"Just... around," I reply prudently. I'd learned it from someone else who'd worked here, in several extensive lessons. If Maggie didn't already know, and if they'd already left, then it was trashy gossip that didn't need to make its way around the circus. "I'm okay at it. People seemed to like it, so when there wasn't much to steal..."

"Sex sells," Maggie replies, shrugging. "Bronwyn suggested that I try it, since some of my fire dances tend to people hot and bothered, but I nearly pulled a Noro and burned someone to a crisp for pissing me off. So now I'm banned from the cabaret tent, because those losers can't handle a little bit of heat."

I sigh as we close in on the sideshow cabins, where everyone seems to be either out or asleep. "Are people ever gonna stop talking about that? I did it for a reason. I'm not an arsonist. And everyone hated the dude. I don't get why it's such a problem."

emlekyl 2019/01/19(Sat)08:37 No. 918319 ID: fbdb94
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"Probably cuz you're a murderer, hun," Maggie says simply, slapping me on the back as she walks me to the furthermost of the two cabins. It looks empty. "And that makes you kind of a hot topic. I've gotta say, I'm surprised that the place you chose to hide out was a circus of all things."

"Actually, I was going to ask that you keep the whole lying hiding out thing quiet," I sheepishly ask, my hand already on the door. Maggie stares at me for a moment, then laughs out loud.

"Oh, Babe," she sighs, still chuckling a little as she walks away. "Get some sleep. You're gonna need it."

emlekyl 2019/01/19(Sat)08:38 No. 918320 ID: fbdb94
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A vague sense of foreboding creeps up on me as I watch her walk away, and it takes me a moment to remember that I should probably get inside the cabin. I open the door - anyone brave enough to try to harm or steal from any of the people working here would be met with force - and observe my temporary home.

There are four bunks, each with compartments hanging below the slats for personal storage. The beds are made up with minimal sheets and a cheap pillow at the head of each one, but I know from experience that when the cold season begins there'll be extra rugs thrown on. As I head toward one of the lower beds, I'm suddenly overwhelmed by how tired I am. Even without the constant questioning and being thrown around by huge catboys, the past three weeks have been incredibly stressful and physically draining. I undress and climb into bed, my body heavy with the small relief that for once I wouldn't have to sleep with one eye open to ensure I wasn't taken unawares.

It doesn't take long for me to fall into a deep sleep, finally relaxed enough to give my body the rest it's needed for so long.

I don't dream of anything, tonight.

emlekyl 2019/01/19(Sat)08:39 No. 918321 ID: fbdb94
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When I wake up, I'm surprised to find that I'm still alone. I was half-expecting someone to come bursting in while I slept and start yelling at me, but I'm not complaining. I feel rested in a way that isn't entirely pleasant. My body feels fuzzy, like all it wants is to go back to sleep. I do my best to ignore it, roughly rubbing my eyes to get the sleep out.

emlekyl 2019/01/19(Sat)08:41 No. 918323 ID: fbdb94
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I have a few options, seeing as I probably won't start any cabaret stuff until tomorrow and will only be allowed to tag along with the security team, rather than getting my own work in that department.

(Choose one place to visit first.

Green = specific departments. Pink = all staff. Yellow = public area.)

stop by the tailor like the ringmaster told you to, and then: ANIMAL PENS!!!! go see some buddies who won't stress you out with talking!! fluffy mane therapy!!

FIND BASHAN HE LIKES YOU
well, you were supposed to go to the tailors too, so maybe do that first or take bashan to the tailors too but ! absolutely find bashan AND HUG HIM, DAMN IT

They've got a room full of hands? Things really got weird since you left...

get some breakfast in the dining hall, and see if you can find bashan there (to take him with you to the tailor)!

>>918323
Grab breakfast at dining hall

bringing bashan to the tailor sounds like a fun and solid plan.

Tailor and then music! Can't do a good cabaret routine without an outfit and some tunes!

Morning means breakfast. Grab a bite before you do anything else.

emlekyl 2019/01/23(Wed)09:43 No. 918663 ID: edf5c2
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Clambering out of bed, I cringe as my dirty hair falls against my back. I make a mental note to go to the baths as soon as possible. Can't have people thinking I always look this grotty.

My stomach grumbles, and I'm reminded that I haven't eaten since noon yesterday. I can vaguely recall where the dining hall is, but I'm not entirely sure that I want to be wandering around alone right now. My mind jumps to Bashan; he'd probably be staying in the other sideshow cabin, and he seems pretty excited to hang around me right now anyway, so I can safely bet on him agreeing to at least get breakfast with me. I tie up my hair, pull my clothes on, and head outside.

emlekyl 2019/01/23(Wed)09:44 No. 918664 ID: edf5c2
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There are only a handful of people out and about. It's about mid-morning, so everyone's probably either eating, warming up for the evening's performances, or still asleep. I head in the direction of the other sideshow cabin, but before I even get there, the door opens and Bashan steps out, shirtless and stretching. He notices me and mercifully decides to wave, instead of tackling me to the floor or throwing me in the air.

"It's YOU!" he cheerfully greets me, walking up to meet me. "Good morning, neighbor!"

"Morning," I reply, a little less enthusiastically. I'm still pretty exhausted. "Come get food with me."

"Alright!" Bashan accepts, falling in stride with me as I wander vaguely foodwards. "Hey, I had a dream about you last night."

"Did I do some really cool shit?"

"No. You just ate ALL my carrots."

I think about it. "That's sort of cool."

"You're WRONG, Babe," Bashan says solemnly. "That's not cool at all. Those were MY carrots."

"You'd better watch out, Bashan. Don't try and eat carrots this morning."

"You BETTER not."

emlekyl 2019/01/23(Wed)09:45 No. 918665 ID: edf5c2
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Our lighthearted banter carries on like this for the five or so minutes that it takes us to get to the dining hall, and I'm pleasantly surprised to find it so easy to talk to my old friend like I used to. I'm feeling optimistic by the time we reach our destination, and when we get inside the large brick building, I stop for a moment to take it in.

The dining hall hasn't changed at all. It's a wide, slightly intimidating space, with the kitchen and dining areas taking up the lower floor. Above us is the upper floor, full of rooms reserved for important guests, the ringmaster's quarters, and whoever the ringmaster's hired to do all the legal stuff that nobody actually cares about. The tables themselves are crowded enough to fill the place with noise, but not so much that it's overstimulating. No hush of shock falls over the room upon my entry, and hardly anyone appears to notice my entrance, but I find myself thinking that I'm okay with that right now.

I follow Bashan over to the kitchen counter, feeling a rush of affection for my surroundings and that strange feeling of being at home.

emlekyl 2019/01/23(Wed)09:46 No. 918666 ID: edf5c2
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The person manning the counter is a stranger to me, but they greet us brightly and take our order. Bashan goes first - the system here has changed since I left, and now instead of just having a lot of different food out for people to take from, we have to ask specifically for what we want. I'm a little confused as to what's available, so I just ask for the same thing Bashan's ordered and sit down with him at an empty table nearby.

"Has Perry left?" I ask him, referring to the old chef that used to run things. Bashan shakes his head.

"She's just getting old," he explains. As he speaks, I notice someone sauntering down the stairs from the upper level. They look like the kind of person who'd be more at home in one of the outside cabins, going by their simple but grandiose outfit. "She's mostly in the kitchen yelling at people in there."

emlekyl 2019/01/23(Wed)09:47 No. 918667 ID: edf5c2
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"You think I could go in there to visit her?" The way this tiefling is walking down towards the counter draws me in. It's almost enchanting, and I'm starting to feel a little distracted.

"Not if you want to live," Bashan warns me, his tail flicking in a subtle show of disapproval. "She said she'd have your guts for garters if you showed up here again. It's probably a good thing she didn't see you, or she'd probably make your food disgusting."

"I could take her in a fight," I say absently, watching as the stranger crosses the floor and starts closing the distance. "Could obliterate her if I wanted."

Bashan doesn't reply, and I barely have a moment to wonder why before he's nudging me hard and giggling quietly in my ear. "Hey, Babe, what're you looking at? What's the big deal? Huh? You thinking about something?"

"Shut up," I growl, elbowing him in the ribs. He just laughs, clearly uninhibited. "Who's the tiefling."

"I think he's the new money guy," Bashan unhelpfully says, and when I glare at him he grins widely and gives in. "Salome, or something like that. He's nice. He works with Bronwyn a lot."

emlekyl 2019/01/23(Wed)09:48 No. 918668 ID: edf5c2
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"Sounds like salami," I mutter, watching as he gets to the counter. He seems to hear me, and turns his head to look my way, a curious expression on his face.

emlekyl 2019/01/23(Wed)09:49 No. 918669 ID: edf5c2
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If I don't talk to him right this second, it's an absolute certainty that I will drop dead.

talk to him!! cozy up!!! excuse yourself frm ur friend and introduce yourself—and try to stick as close to the truth as you can! that you’ve been gone for a little but now you’re back, and a lot of things (and people) have changed so uhhh who are you, handsome? :3c

Ask him about being the new money man. He can practically thank you for being hired.

DO IT
HEY HANDSOME, I HAVENT SEEN YOU AROUND HERE :) WHAT'S UP, IM BABE AND YOURE A BABE, IT SEEMS WE MATCH :)

emlekyl 2019/02/04(Mon)11:31 No. 919988 ID: 37201a
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I rise from my seat, sauntering over to Salome with complete confidence despite my less-than-perfect appearance. He watches me with some apparent caution, seeming a little surprised as I lean against the counter next to him.

"You're a handsome new face around here, huh?" I coyly remark, flicking my hair out of my face. "Pity you weren't here a few years ago. I would've made it my mission to get to know you."

A small smile plays at the corners of Salome's lips. "It is a shame," he agrees in a quiet, low voice, before turning to the mildly irritated server. "Coffee, no sugar."

"Got it," they reply, a little too brightly. I glance her way to acknowledge their clear signal for me to stop flirting on their counter, then promptly ignore it.

"Heard your name was Salome. I like it," I say sweetly, enunciating my next words clearly. "Rolls off the tongue."

He laughs, moving away from the counter as the server loudly taps their milk jug against the wood. I follow, standing off to the side of the counter with him. "It's Sadhir," he corrects me, a subtle pride in his tone. "Salome's my surname, though, so you're almost right."

emlekyl 2019/02/04(Mon)11:31 No. 919990 ID: 37201a
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"Sadhir." I nod, committing it to memory as I give him my hand to shake. "I'm Babe."

"Ah," Sadhir responds, taking my hand. A gentle grip. "So you're the one Bronwyn was talking to me about. A very bright, very beautiful elf rejoining the circus after a few years' lapse." He smiles. "I'm grateful to have the chance to know you now."

emlekyl 2019/02/04(Mon)11:32 No. 919991 ID: 37201a
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Before I get the chance to respond to what I can clearly recognize as Sadhir returning my flirt, a regretfully familiar face appears next to Sadhir and distracts me from his visage.

"Wow," Juno sneers, looking me up and down with open and dramatic disgust. "How many days' worth of dirt are you wearing? So unhygienic. Don't you think that's so unhygienic, Sadhir?"

Sadhir appears bemused. "It's... My coffee, it's here, so..." He smiles awkwardly and walks back over to the counter, taking a tall mug from the disgruntled server and glancing over at me one last time before departing.

emlekyl 2019/02/04(Mon)11:32 No. 919992 ID: 37201a
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Fucker.

emlekyl 2019/02/04(Mon)11:33 No. 919993 ID: 37201a
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I glower at Juno before stomping back over to a clearly intrigued Bashan, unfortunate enough to be followed by the tiefling. They sit down with purposeful grace as our food is brought out. A pile of spiced meat is sat before me by a very swift server who's gone by the time I look up. Bashan is already unabashedly tearing into his food, earning himself a look of repulsion from Juno. They sniff contemptuously at it, wrinkling their nose.

"You know that comes from animals, right?"

"I'M animals."

Juno huffs. "Clearly."

"I'm a tabaxi. And we're ALL technically animals. Alive things are animals." Bashan looks contemplatively at Juno. "I thought most people knew that."

I butt in before Juno can argue. "I didn't invite you to sit here. Go away."

Juno rolls their eyes, gazing at their fingernails. "Nobody has to invite me anywhere. I'm a welcome presence everywhere I go. Because I don't ruin everything for everyone."

emlekyl 2019/02/04(Mon)11:33 No. 919994 ID: 37201a
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Oh. They're pissed off about something specific, and I'm guessing it's the fire. Why won't people leave me alone about it?

"I made shit better around here," I insist, annoyed at their tone. "Look at this. Look how much happier everyone is, except you. I made this happen. What've you ever done? A few flips on a swing?"
"We had to pick up the pieces of what you burned down," Juno says matter-of-factly. "But yeah, things were fantastic when you murdered our ringmaster and left us all for dead. How brave of you to disappear and leave it up to Bronwyn to console everyone, rebuild the entire sideshow, and now demand that she pays you good money to do something you're not even good at." Their gaze bores into me, openly contemptuous. "I don't know who the fuck you think you're fooling by pretending you're into the financier for his looks, but maybe you should try sucking up to him when you don't smell like shit and aren't covered in filth. It's not a good look on anyone, let alone you."

emlekyl 2019/02/04(Mon)11:34 No. 919995 ID: 37201a
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I don't have a good answer for that, and Juno can tell. They smile thinly at me as they get to their feet, clearly finished with their spiel.

"You're not as smart as you think," Juno remarks simply. "And there are people other than me who know that. Better be pretty fucking careful, Babe." They give me one last haughty stare before leaving the dining hall.

emlekyl 2019/02/04(Mon)11:34 No. 919996 ID: 37201a
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I scramble for something to grab onto, something to haul myself back up onto my platform of pride and immutable self-confidence, and land clumsily on derision. "God, they're still so fucking petty," I mutter, pushing some meat around my plate and glancing over at Bashan for a reply. He seems embarrassed, almost; he's stopped eating his food with such gusto, and gives me that same expression of forced positivity.

"Yeah, I guess," he concedes weakly. Frustrated, I give up, and we fall into silence as I eat what I can of my food.

I don't want to believe that there are people that didn't already hate me out there thinking that I burned down part of Lonford Circus for my own personal gain. I did it because Ringleader Smith was treating people unfairly, rolling in money while the rest of us starved, carving his castle out of our bones. If I hadn't killed him, they'd all be dead. How could they blame me for saving their lives? Even if they had to rebuild, wasn't that better than being slowly murdered?

I viciously stab a piece of meat and rip it off my fork, chewing angrily. Why doesn't anyone get it? Why is it always me that has to fix their problems? Before I intervened, we were all miserable and hungry and sick. I'd admired Ringleader Smith, seen him as family, feared him as family. It wasn't easy or convenient for me to confront him, and it was harder still to leave everyone behind and have the blame pinned entirely on me should any nearby city's guard get involved. But it didn't matter, because I burned a few things down in the process. It was for them, not me. Why doesn't anyone get that?

I grit my teeth, looking over at Bashan again. He's finishing his plate off, his tail flicking just a little in response to the tension emanating from me. I force myself to try and think about it from his perspective. The fire was probably pretty scary for everyone, especially the newer folks. A hint of guilt curls in my chest as I realize that it was likely terrifying for Silvy, who'd been something like 10 or 11 years old at that point. They'd been trying to get away from that sort of shit when they came to Lonford.

emlekyl 2019/02/04(Mon)11:34 No. 919997 ID: 37201a
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My irritation is starting to give way to shame. Unwilling to have that conversation right this second, I push my plate away and stand up.

"Sorry for getting in a fight so early," I mumble as Bashan follows my lead. He grins at me, more genuinely this time, and pats my back.

"You've got MANY more to come," he jokes, walking in stride with me as we head out the door. "We should find you a new outfit."

I cringe as I look down at my clothes. Juno wasn't wrong. My shirt used to be a LOT less stained.

"Yeah, alright. Let's go."

emlekyl 2019/02/04(Mon)11:35 No. 919998 ID: 37201a
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The walk to the tailor's cabin is short and uneventful, and the exterior is a simple brick design. The inside is impeccably organised; garments are hung neatly on long wooden racks to the right of a sewing station, where a half-orc woman is working on something that shimmers strangely in the dim light provided by the ball of light she's casting over her work. She looks up, meets my eyes, and nods.

"Heard about you," she says bluntly, putting her sewing aside. "Bronwyn came by. Said you'd want an outfit. Cabaret?"

"Yeah."

She notices Bashan behind me and narrows her eyes. "If you've destroyed one of your leotards again, I swear to Loviatar -"

"I haven't, I haven't! I was just warm!" Bashan hurriedly reassures her. She nods grimly, then turns her gaze back to me.

"Name's Yugo," she explains. "Don't call me tailor, don't call me anything others tell you to. There's nobody else performing burlesque right now, so you have a choice of three options. We can talk about more when you can prove to me that you're worthy of more complex makes, or that you'd benefit from having more than one piece."

"One outfit for every performance?" I skeptically reply, frowning. "They used to give the others three or four outfits at least."

"They aren't here anymore. I am, and I'm better than them, and I can curse your clothes, so don't try it. Understand?"

"Yeah, I - yes," I yield, a little nervous. Circus tailors aren't ordinarily allowed to weave spells into clothes, and I wonder what loophole Yugo's using to get away with it. She nods sharply and a measuring tape comes flying toward me, taking my measurements businesslike as she speaks.

"What would suit your performance style best? Something unpredictable? Something macabre? Or something loose?"

Look, this is fascinating and all, but we need to go find Juno and push their shit in. Teach them a fucking lesson.

If you're going to be using the one for all your performances, go with unpredictable.

So, you're gay?

That's cool, just want to get it out in the open as it may change certain choices.

>>920037
Yeah, he's gay! Also, to clear up your earlier question, Babe is pronounced like the cute pig movie (with a "bay" sound at the beginning, not the end). Thank you for asking!

Macabre is fun. It'll have a cape, for sure, and that's worth it by itself.

>>920065
Why tf hasnt anyone given him shit yet for getting called babe? I mean, that is like the lowest of low-hanging fruit.

babe is a fantastic name! i reckon he should go with an unpredictable outfit :>

let’s do unpredictable. i mostly just want to see what that MEANS

unpredictable sounds fun!

well thats a..lot

ok, unpredictable

>>920215
Whether Babe is a good name or not is irrelevant. What is relevant is that it would be ridiculously easy for someone to give him shit for it regardless of name quality (like a dude named Stacy or Sydney).

>>920347
They're literally circus people. I don't know where they'd get off, unless they were total jackasses like that one guy.

>>920347
He is an elf, doing cabaret, who is as gay as a cocunber. What kind of shit can people give him that isnt simply stating the truth of the matter? I am surprised he isnt called cindy or something else you'd find in cheap brothel.

>Loviathar
Aaaah, this is going to be fascinating

Bashan has been giving Babe shit for things since he got here...

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"Um." I shift uncomfortably, given no comfort by the shrug Bashan makes when I look to him for assistance. "What about the different fabrics?"

"I've told you your options," Yugo says gruffly. She doesn't clarify any further in the seconds that follow, just looks right back at me. I avert my eyes, caught off-guard by how blunt she is.

When I used to perform, it was purely so that I could eat when there weren't enough jingling pockets to empty. Most of my performances had depended on what was necessary; sometimes it was a hall that wanted something relatively classy and clean, and sometimes it was a bar that happened to have a crowd of rowdy drunkards and a big enough table. I'm used to staying versatile and in control, though it's applied itself more to my more recent career of hunting powerful, evil people that seek to hurt the innocent. I take a moment to consider the situation I'm in right now. If I had to describe that in one word...

"Unpredictable," I finally choose. "Mostly because I want to see what that means."

emlekyl 2019/03/01(Fri)10:22 No. 923858 ID: b35aa2
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"Come here." Yugo leans down and looks for something in one of her drawers as I walk over, curiously craning my neck to see what she's doing. As soon as I'm within a metre of her, she straightens up. Her hand shoots out toward me, too quickly to dodge, and she grabs hold of my wrist to pull my arm closer to her. I yelp and pull back as she positions a small needle in her right hand.

"What are you doing?!" I shout, trying frantically to yank my arm out of her grip. "Let me go! I'll kill you!"

"You won't," Yugo says exasperatedly, focusing on holding me down. "Stay still. I just need a little blood."

"Fuck off!"

emlekyl 2019/03/01(Fri)10:23 No. 923859 ID: b35aa2
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Yugo presses my arm hard against her table and jabs the needle into my wrist in one swift motion. Blood blooms from the tiny puncture wound, and I struggle against her iron grip as she closes the wound with a muttered spell and the droplets of crimson circle around the needle for a few moments before seeping into it and staining it red. Distracted now, she lets me go and casts a forcefield over her immediate area as she turns away, preventing me from doing anything to retaliate.

"It won't work without your blood," Bashan pointlessly informs me, smiling apologetically as I turn to glare daggers at him.

"I don't like giving up my blood when I don't have to," I gripe as I walk back over to him, rubbing my wrist as though it hurts. It doesn't. "This is bullshit."

emlekyl 2019/03/01(Fri)10:23 No. 923860 ID: b35aa2
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"Stop complaining," Yugo says crossly, and I look back over to see that her forcefield is down and she's holding a strip of plain black fabric. A small, survival-oriented part of me urges me to get her now while her shield is down and erase the potential of her killing me, but I force myself to remember that she probably doesn't want to kill me any more than a friend would, and choose to inspect the fabric instead.

It looks like some sort of thick ribbon choker, but I don't see any sort of clasp attached to either end. Yugo holds it out to me, and I take it, glowering at her before taking a closer look at it. It doesn't feel like anything I've felt before. Every time I think I've identified it as a certain fabric, it changes, and it doesn't reflect light like it should.

"Put it around your neck. It's magic. It won't strangle you." Yugo is staring intently at me.

"That's not comforting," I mutter, hesitantly lifting it to my neck. I place the longest section over the front, pulling the sides toward each other at the back of my neck.

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As soon as the two ends of the fabric touch, they knit together beneath my fingers, and suddenly fabric starts to web down my body, my clothes disintegrating beneath the garment forming itself around me. For a moment, it seems formless, like a sheet hanging over my body - but then it shimmers, and it begins to sink, and I can see the fabric turning almost powdery as it becomes a rich black velvet. A collar rises around my neck, and what is now a robe extends down to my feet with a deep V exposing a red bodice. I'm thrown a little off balance as my boots are replaced by red heels, but I'm too shocked by the sheer power of this outfit to really notice.

emlekyl 2019/03/01(Fri)10:25 No. 923862 ID: b35aa2
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"Good," Yugo says candidly. "Your original clothes will re-materialize once you remove the choker."

I peer at myself in the mirror nearby, unable to hold back a satisfied grin. I look incredible. Better than any outfit I've had before. They'll have to cancel the rest of the show to make room for me.

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I look over at Bashan, who seems just as starry-eyed as I am. As soon as I look at him, however, the outfit changes. I watch in shock as bright red seeps into the deep black fabric beginning from my choker and quickly dyes the entire outfit, the feathers around my collar turning black. I whip my head around to see Yugo beaming as though she's just seen her child take its first steps.

"What happened?!" I cry, highly offended. "Why'd you change it??"

"I didn't," Yugo says joyfully, sitting back down and crossing her legs. "Bashan did."

"HEY! I didn't!" Bashan defends himself, then catches my eye and agitatedly repeats, "I didn't change it! I would NEVER! Why are you blaming me, Yugo?"

She looks like she's never been so happy in her life as the two of us look to her for answers. "Unpredictable," she says blissfully. "Meaning you don't get to choose how it looks. It's up to your situation and audience."

I frown, turning back to the mirror and assessing the new look. "What, it reads their minds?"

"Something like that."

"I didn't do it," Bashan insists petulantly. "But it looks good this way, too."

"It does," I agree wholeheartedly, turning back around to narrow my eyes at my reflection. The shifting thing could be a problem. I won't be able to plan my dances as well as I could if I'd had just one normal outfit. But the idea of it adapting to the music that's played, or what the audience is excited to see, or even from a new audience member... I have to admit, it'll be pretty entertaining.

emlekyl 2019/03/01(Fri)10:26 No. 923864 ID: b35aa2
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"Thanks," I eventually tell Yugo, reaching up and undoing the back of the choker. It comes apart easily, and quickly I'm in my old clothes again. "I'll be on tomorrow, if you want to see it in action."

"I've seen enough." Yugo seems to immediately lose all interest once I remove the garment, turning back to her work. "Don't fuck around with it and I won't need to repair it."

"I won't," I say pointedly, annoyed at her rebuff. "And I'll perform beautifully in it. You'll wish you'd have come. Maybe I'll never wear it again."

"Wear what you have now. See how far it gets you."

Once again, I find myself unable to think of a witty response. Chagrined, I turn around and stomp out of the cabin, Bashan following behind me with a quick wave to Yugo before we exit.

emlekyl 2019/03/01(Fri)10:30 No. 923865 ID: b35aa2
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I'm not truly that annoyed, but I'm desperate to clean up. I mention as such to Bashan as we walk out, and he allows me to borrow some of his clothes so that I can get clean. (He does not volunteer to come to the baths with me, on account of submersion being "a HORRIBLE idea, it's AWFUL, I'll NEVER do it, not even for YOU.")

We walk to the sideshow cabins and back without event, chatting lightly again. While I'm there, I hide my choker inside my pillowcase. There's no real risk of anyone stealing it, but I don't really want anyone to get curious and try it out, either. Bashan bids me farewell once we get to the baths, and I'm finally able to get myself clean and wash my clothes.

Scrubbing my body in the first moment of proper comfort I've experienced in weeks, I find that for once my mind is clear and I can properly think about where I am and what I'm doing. It's a relief to be able to bathe in warm, clean water, for a start; I recall that the water is charmed to be constantly clean and rejuvenating, so I go ahead and dump my clothes in too, pleased to watch the dirt just disappear from them.

I feel less good about how things are going so far.

I hadn't expected to arrive to uproarious applause, but the unabashed loathing I'd received from a few people had come as a surprise. Juno has hated me ever since I'd turned up here when we were both teenagers, but it looks like they hate me even more now, having been given a reason. And that weird clown threatened to kill me. I'm still not sure what to make of that, but if it was related to the Black Dog, I'd be dead already. They're not the kind of people to bother with threats.

I sigh as I remember that if I'm going to be safe here, I'll need to reconnect with people who'd hate the Black Dog as much as I do. There are still a few people I haven't gotten around to announcing my return to. I was eager to make a grand entrance when I first got here, but since that chance got taken from me, the whole thing feels like a chore.

It'd be good to talk to the security crew to see who's still around, but if the wrong people have stayed, it'll probably end in a fight. I could also head to the cabaret tent to scope out my new workspace and note who I'm up against. As I gaze into the magical water, I consider the possibility of going to the Lucky Charm and talking to our resident warlock about some sort of stealth spell he could put on me. Maybe I can show him my new outfit, too.

Visit the warlock! Getting better acquainted with the possibilities of your new outfit should help you to prepare your show.

Id vote the stage. Need to know what you are working with after all.

Warlock! Magical solutions to problems always work out!

STAGE STAGE STAGE

stage! there’ll be people to talk to everywhere, so you might as well get down to business.

let's go to the cabaret and meet the new coworkers!

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After some deliberation, I decide to head straight to the stage. I'm not going to let an outfit someone else designed carry the whole show, and besides, I need to figure out how I'm going to use it.

I finish my business and towel myself dry, hanging my wet clothes on a rack nearby. I am not surprised to find that Bashan's clothes don't fit me well.

emlekyl 2019/03/09(Sat)11:50 No. 925162 ID: 1a4dd8
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This'll do.

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It only takes me a minute to get to the cabaret tent, and as I walk in I remember Maggie saying yesterday that there isn't anyone other than me doing burlesque specifically. It shows. There are only a few people in here right now, including several bards chatting amongst themselves and a couple of stage hands wandering aimlessly around the stage.

I also notice Philine sitting alone, throwing a knife idly up into the air and catching it with precision. She sees me walk in and smiles, waving as her knife spins in the air and then catching it easily in two fingers.

emlekyl 2019/03/09(Sat)11:51 No. 925164 ID: 1a4dd8
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"Hey," she says as I walk over to her. "Welcome back."

"Thanks." I sit down next to her, grateful for the company of someone who won't immediately overwhelm me with questions or criticism. "Your hair's gotten long."

"Yeah, my girl thinks it looks good," Philine says smugly. "Stopped cutting it a while back. You don't know her, by the way. She's not from around here."

I raise my eyebrows at her. "So she doesn't exist?"

Philine winks and lifts her knife to her mouth. I watch with curiosity, then growing realisation, then abject horror as she bites down on it hard. The shining metal crunches as she chews it with all the casual confidence in the world.

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I can't stop watching. She doesn't break eye contact as she swallows without difficulty, and almost looks surprised at my reaction.

"I'm a sword swallower." She phrases it like it answers any question I could possibly have.

"You... When did you start eating..." I'm struggling to process what she's saying. "I don't think you have to actually eat it."

Philine is looking at me like I'm insane. "I have an iron deficiency."

In a growing state of shock, I reply, "That knife looks like titanium."

She stares at me blankly.

emlekyl 2019/03/09(Sat)11:52 No. 925166 ID: 1a4dd8
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In a hasty attempt to realign myself with reality again, I change the subject. "I'll be working with you in here, on and off," I tell her, trying not to look at her knife as she tucks it into her pocket. "Bronwyn doesn't have much else for me to do."

"Nice. I heard about the cabaret stuff. Was that what you ran away to do?"

"God, no. I got the vigilante bug. Thought I'd try and even out the playing field a little, kill a few tyrants, that sort of thing."

"Cool." Philine glances over to her left as a middle-aged man holding a strange instrument starts walking over from the group of bards. "You seem way more calm, now. It's nice."

"Thanks. It's fine that you eat knives now."

"Yeah."

emlekyl 2019/03/09(Sat)11:52 No. 925167 ID: 1a4dd8
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The bard has reached us now, and he takes a seat next to me as he speaks. "Are you Babe?" he asks, shifting his instrument so that he can sit comfortably. It looks like a combination between a lute and a piano. "I was told to speak to you."

I take a moment to assess him. Philine doesn't seem uncomfortable with this guy's presence, so he's probably been in the circus for a little while. It's likely that either she or Bronwyn told him who I was, and I figure that he's probably not a threat. "That's me," I confirm, flicking my still-damp hair out of my face. "Who're you?"

"Gavin Gladewalker," he introduces himself, accompanying his name with a short piano melody. "Head of music. I'd like to talk to you about what music you'd like to use for your performance tonight."

emlekyl 2019/03/09(Sat)11:54 No. 925170 ID: 1a4dd8
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"Nice assumption there," I scoff. "I'm not on until tomorrow."

"Oh?" Gavin tilts his head to the side, regarding me as though he's trying to figure out if I'm joking. "Bronwyn told me that you were quite eager to get started, and to expect you to come by today and speak to me. You're on after the theatre act."

A hint of panic rises in my gut as I realize I never actually asked Bronwyn when I was going to start. "When did she tell you that?"

"Last night," Gavin answers, and I groan. Of course she told him last night. I should've known she'd get me with something like this. She always does.

"Alright," I sigh begrudgingly. I guess I wasn't doing anything tonight anyway. "What've you got?"

We talk for a while about my act, and he seems very excited when I tell him about my magic outfit. Philine listens in as Gavin shows me some of his music - a huge range of pieces, almost all of them channeled magically from other planes or warping sounds that his instrument makes. He calls it a lukey, and after using it to play me a good deal of his own original music, we narrow it down to four songs.

Noda
Manic Depression
Get Busy
Juggernaut

What good cabaret doesn't start off with some Manic Depression? Probably most, but this one will!

Also I'm pretty sure you can't just start eating knives. I guess it's fine unless it's some sort of possession thing.

Noda. That sounds fun. Freaking keytar...thats going to be interesting.

There is only one choice here. Get busy.

Get busy living~
When it's music that you need, and the rhythm is up to speed!
Put your arms around me when you hear the sound, the sound~

Have them play some Noda.

let's get busy!!!

definitely Juggernaut

Some manic depression leading into get busy would be interesting!

BABE! GETS! BUSY!

Hey, folks. Probably won't be another update for a minute. Moving house is a nightmare.

I do, however, have time to talk about Babequest and post my art for it.

Disthread: https://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/128610.html

Thanks for being patient with me.