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[u][b]Phillus Circus-Big Top[/b][/u]

Aria had ended up sitting in the middle few rows, a similar distance from the stage at Xan but nearly halfway across the top from her. Everybody had ended up scattered around the top but perhaps it was better this way- it means that they would be able to cover any area of the circus if anything happened. Lulu had ended plopped down besides her, giving her the chance to explain what Crispin had said was going to happen later in the show.

"- and that he was going to set fire to the tent during his act, giving a chance for other performers to bust out of here." 

Lute had muted those around them, giving them the chance to speak while the acts were going on. It was unlikely that any others could hear them over the loud circus music playing, and somehow Aria had managed to relay most of the information while only being distracted by the acts now and then. She recognized some of the performers from running into them earlier- literally in the human cannonball's case.

She nearly missed glimpsing Xan's departure from the tent in a hurry, and while she wasn't quite sure why the illusionist knew that she could trust her friend was doing something very important. Xan had always been better at coming with ideas than she was. 

Her attention shifted briefly back to stage only for her to do a double take. Was that guy juggling animals? And oh Gods was that an elephant? The man must've been at least on par with Moira's strength- she absentmindedly rubbed the developing bump on her head with a wince- if not more. 

What she was most nervous right now was when exactly Crispin's act was. He hadn't been the most specific, and Aria much disliked the idea of having to be on edge waiting for something to happen. 

"I don't suppose they have a flyer with the acts in order," she mumbled to Lute with a sigh. As wonderful as the show was, it was also making her very nervous. Right now the scary lady from before was standing on the platform, but there was no sign of the next act. Would it be the fire-breather's? Or was his at the very end? She wrung her scarf, attempting to not seem too nervous in case people noticed but stared intently at the ring's entrance that the performers entered in and ready to leap into action at a moment's notice.