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[b][u]Phillis Circus[/u][/b]
[i]"I found something else that might be more to your liking."[/i] Xan suggested. [i]"I'm sure you'd be able to win."[/i]

Moira span furiously away from her horribly failing game to look back to the Highstriker. Oh. Yeah, she had seen that earlier. And to be honest... she didn't really fancy it today. Any other day and she would be all for it. But right now? Something or rather [i]someone[/i] was missing, and she really didn't feel up to her normal bolshy self.

"Well yeah probably, but look at all the shitty people the guy's roundin' up," Moira shrugged dismissively. "It probably ain't even a challenge. Look at 'em! No, I gotta game to finish."

She turned back to the stall, where the stall owner was now cowering in a corner. "You throw hard, love," he groaned, his eyes darting across his stall. The large crack in one of the sticks. The ring now embedded in the wooden backpanel. And worst of all, [i]she still had one ring left[/i]. He stared, wearing the expression of a terrified man trying his best to maintain excellent customer service regardless. A hero in his own profession. "One more!"

"Yeah, and this baby's gonna win me a prize," she whispered loudly, touching the ring to her lips for good luck and leaving a bit of a red smear on it. Then suddenly, she swung her arm back...

...And the ring slipped out of her grip, flying at a terrifying velocity before miraculously striking the Highstriker right on the bell. DONG! An absolutely tiny little girl, no more than five years of age let out a cheer, her father having just helped her tap the hammer on the stiking pad. She had done it! She won!

Well, Moira had done it for her. "Cor," she said in mild amazement. Even Syed blinked a couple of times, before turning back to the others from his position looking out over the crowds. Which was a job better suited to him than most at ground level, really. "Blimey, I think that was the Gods' will, right there," he breathed, clutching at his pendant. "Don't you think?"

"AAAAAAND YOU WIN A PRIZE!" the stall owner suddenly exclaimed, shoving the nearest thing he could grab at the berserker. "Why don't you try there next?" He pointed to a temporary structure, where a young blond girl was leaning by the door, the words '[i]FUN HOUSE[/i]' emblazoned over it in glitzy letters. The girl absent-mindedly tucked her long hair behind her ear as she read a book - although they weren't close enough to tell, the book was in fact upside down.

Moira scowled at her prize. Oh fantastic, it was one of those hideous hats. She threw it over her shoulder to Syed, who looked ecstatic and immediately plopped it over his thick curls. Oh, Lucien would love this! "Oi! What about these two!" she pointed towards Xan and Eric. "They wanted prizes too-!"

"THANK YOU, NEXT CONTESTANT PLEASE!" the stall owner shouted as loudly as he could, intent on ignoring both her and her companions. A little money meant nothing if his stall got demolished!

"Oh fuck you then!"