[center][color=Deepskyblue][h1][i]Juliet Fortuna[/i][/h1][/color]
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[i]Haha! It was so easy.[/i] Juliet had become adept at the art of getting snacks from the Ringmaster. He really was a caring man. Above all else, he reminded Juliet of another man once in her life. Alas, not everyone was cursed with the strange longevity of those that held contracts. Even with a contract, the most recent combative mission left the carnies with the tough realization that they weren't as immortal as they thought. Juliet shook her head to the Ringmaster's offer, though it was more so that she just needed to get those thoughts out of her mind. This was no time regrets, sadness, worries. They had a job to do. A typical expression of stoicism fell over the Little Mystic's face.

[i]Princeton, West Virginia...[/i] Juliet was at a complete loss for what Mister Magnus said after that. For the moment, she zoned out, her head filled with one confusing abstraction. [i]Why was West Virginia so... East?[/i] The entire time the Ringmaster briefed the hunters on the scenario of their task, Juliet was all too busy trying to come up with excuses. She never did know much of the eastern lands. The whole time she spent with her father was out roaming the frontier, and after that she just followed the Ringmaster's guidance and never really paid much attention to the geography of where she was going. Perhaps one day she could finally sit down and learn the things these new century folks were learning in a school... [i]Was she ever going to leave the Ringmaster's side?[/i] Juliet couldn't fathom the thought.

As her gaze rose back up to the conversing group, Juliet's eyes fell upon the rather ornate egg placed centered on Mister Magnus's teacart. [i]Michael...[/i] He and Juliet were close- or at least closer than Juliet usually got with her fellow performers. It made it all the more difficult that when her brother in arms finally fell, there was nothing Juliet could do. She was supposed to be a guardian, yet when the time came it all seemed to be for nothing. The memories of the bloody battle flashed momentarily before the Little Mystic's eyes. She was pulled kicking and screaming from the battlefield, intent on not leaving Michael behind. The thoughts haunted her more than she realized, but Juliet had become quite adept at hiding her feelings- hiding the pain.

Without hesitation or exchanged words, Juliet  turned from the Ringmaster's abode. She moved at a hasty pace towards the gates, allowing herself to enter one of the waiting vehicles. [color=deepskyblue]"It won't happen again."[/color] Juliet finally spoke up, though speaking to no one in particular. [color=deepskyblue]"I'll make sure of it..."[/color]