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[b][u]Phillis Circus - Restricted area[/u][/b]
[i]"Are you finished?"[/i]

Syed remained standing in the middle of the small tent, sparks jumping from his body. Nonetheless he nodded from behind his hands. Lute was right. On the one hand he was ashamed by his display - he was hardly the type to lash out. But on the other he was so [i]angry[/i], and he didn't really know how the others were remaining so calm.

Or maybe they weren't, as Moira spat on the floor on the way out as they followed after Lute. Speaking of... [i]crash![/i]

"Why didn't you just wait for a light?!" she exclaimed, before somewhat hypocritically stepped in after Lute herself. Of course, she promptly tripped on the exact same thing Lute did a minute ago. Although at least unlike the Virtusio it was only the once. "Argh! Fuck!"

"Shhhh!" Syed hissed, placing a long index finger on his lips as he stood shillouetted at the doorway. They were never going to get anywhere if they didn't have any light. He could provide that. However Xan tapped him on the arm...

A girl in a dress was staring at them, with possibly the most scathingly blank look known to man. How long had she been there?! Was it her from the gates? She sure looked like her. Oh boy. Please don't come any nearer please especially please don't go near the other tent oh Vayu please...

She withdrew once more. Syed remained frozen on the spot for a moment longer, not really daring to move or even breathe til he was sure the girl wasn't coming back. When she was far enough away, he flicked his hands and began to cast for a light. It wasn't enough to explore, but it was to help them get out of the tent again easier. "Come on! We've been spotted, we've got to go [i]now[/i]."

"Oh for fuck's sake," Moira spat. She looked down at the box she rested a hand on. Ah, it looked like old, damaged performance equipment. Nothing really unusual there. She stumbled through the stark shadows, before finally locating Lute and grabbing his wrist. "I ain't gettin' kicked outta here til we found Lady's kid. She'll beat the shit outta me if I don't."

And with that, they ran. Not exactly the sort of thing an innocent person would do, fleeing the scene of the crime. But then again... they weren't exactly innocent. There was still no sign of Eric, wherever the hell he had gone. Or of any of the others. At least until they spotted a man who looked kind of like Eric, stepping into one of the public tents...

...The fortune teller's tent.