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[b][u]Morris Circus: “Shrine”[/b][/u]

Ignored, again. Man, this dude sure knew how to give the cold shoulder. “I don’t think we should be in this area,” Lute sighed as he followed Eric along with the rest of the group. Thankfully there weren’t any people this side of the circus to see them trespass, and although Lute wasn’t foreign to doing lawless acts, he still had a feeling that they should keep from doing suspicious things so long as they could. “And nobody’s listening to me. Surprise, surprise,” The virtuoso mumbled to himself as Eric and Syed entered a vibrant red tent. He shook his head then stepped in after them. 

His first reaction was that it was all too [i]same[/i] everywhere. The scents, the flowers lilting down from the ceiling, not to mention that maddening shade of red; it was too much all at once. Lute covered his nose and the scowl on his lips with a hand, the other one fanning the air in an effort to get this heady odor away from him. “Talk about weird,” He mumbled as his eyes took in the neat rows of dolls lined up after another, discomfort visible in his features, and mustered the nerve to approach the far left of the tent. Porcelain ladies with vivid wedding gowns adorned this part, complete with a motley of blurred pictures fanned out above them. [i]‘Remind me why we’re here again? This place screams crazy, pal. Better hightail it out of here unless, y’know, you like dolls? And, speaking from experience, I know you don’t. Unless you’ve had a change of heart, now that would be something,’ [/i] Delilah murmured and the virtuoso turned towards his companions, spurred to leave before the owner of the tent caught them rifling with his/her possessions. 

“That’s sick,” Lute’s eyes widened as he approached the painting. He didn’t realize that Syed was glaring at it, nor did he feel his own face twisting up in disgust. A by-the-book approach would have him leave the tent as soon as possible, but personally… He shook his head. It wasn’t good, forming an emotional attachment to the mission, and yet when he thought of his [i]sister[/i] garnering this same sort of attention… Nobody should have to go through this. When ribbons of electricity slashed through the items in the tent, the virtuoso didn’t make a move to stop the destruction, only wringing his arm when a stray bolt grazed past it before hotly crashing into a glass doll. “Are you finished?” Lute evenly asked Syed when it looked like he had calmed down, and then turned for the exit. “Let’s go. We can’t have any of the staff apprehending us for property destruction and,” He paused and then added, “when we find out who made all this, it would be satisfying to see their face.”

Without further words, Lute returned to the field and walked towards Eric and Xandra. “Is it time for the main performance yet? Let’s go check out the other tents over there,” He beamed and directed them towards the other plainly-colored tents. Now, these ones hardly looked special and were probably only involved as dumping places for supplies, but it didn’t hurt to be sure. Lute disappeared inside the biggest one, darkness spilling out from within when the tent flap was raised, and the sound of someone hitting the floor immediately resounded.