It seems that Eleana had interrupted some a conversation as she enters what served as the mess hall. There was only Sasha and Jean, seems everyone else was already out and about with their duties. She smiles to them both, though she didn't always feel friendly toward the shift-shaper. Very charming in appearance, but there was something about him that made Eleana uneasy. "Hello boys, did I miss first meal?" She still had the cigarette between her slender fingers and Eleana takes this opportunity to take a drag from it. The end lights up bright red and she drops the ashes in a plastic cup abandoned on the table.
"Meal or not, is it already if I hide in here a bit, I don't like humans mucking about and sticking their nose everywhere."

Dawn continued on her path, her handbag to her side, heading towards what appeared the main tent. There was no one around her, the isolation of the area chilling. Suddenly, she heard something. At first, she believed it to be her imagination. She stopped, listening closely before continuing on. Then she once again heard it again, the sound of footsteps... Footsteps that mimicked hers and were following behind. She reached into her handbag, her hand laying on her pistol. She turned quickly, ready to withdraw the pistol, but was met with the sight of nothing.

Her grip on the weapon relaxed as she glanced around. After checking her surroundings, Dawn reaches into her bag and withdrew something. It was a booklet of notes she had made over the case. As she was glancing at her small booklet, flipping through the soft pages trying to make connections between the characteristics of the murders and monsters she knew about, the pages suddenly caught fire. It took Dawn a moment to register what happened before she yelped in surprise, throwing the book to the ground and stomping on it repeatedly. She glanced up quickly, the charred remenants of her case notes beneath her shoes, as Dawn looked for the cause. Something did this, but was it a warning or just malicious? Dawn kept her handbag close, ready to withdraw the weapon at any moment, as she continued on.

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Blake watched the woman disappear behind a tent. He sat in silence for a moment before cackling loudly, his obnoxious laugh unmistakable. The Imp truly had no idea who that woman was, nor what she was carrying, but who would believe her if she told? Her book spontaneously combusted; that would make her look like a loon. Blake took a bite of his cotton candy, the mischievous grin still on his face. It was a good day so far.

"Well..." Vladimir sighed. "Nobody's believed me yet, but I'll tell you. It was a few nights ago when I heard a noise. It was really loud and I am not the heaviest of sleepers so I got up and went to investigate. That's when I see this shape, touching the person's forehead and this blue light shinning from where the figure was touching the victim. The victim collapsed and the figure bent down and did something to the victim. I am assuming cutting their throat because the body was found with no blood in their body. I had a flashlight with me so I tried to get a good look at the figures face. All I could see before it ran at blinding speed were a bunch of tattoos inked on it's face." Vladimir finished his 'story.' He felt impressed with himself. He was able to pull that story from nowhere. Vladimir knew for a fact Djinn were quite uncommon in these parts. There had been one or two attacks, but never any deaths. Hunters had always stopped them just in time. Vladimir thought leading the hunters on this wild goose chase would give them enough time to get away from them. Vladimir wanted to finish tonight's show and get to Paris as soon as possible. "That's what I saw. It was an odd predicament. I've never seen anything like it."

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Jean finished cleaning up with Sasha. "Well it looks like we're done here in the kitchen. Everyone else should be hiding things as well. Damn...This is tense." Jean hung his head. There was a sight pain in his head. Jean then heard a voice of a Woman walking in. "Oh..." Jean said a bit awkwardly. "Sorry, but I don't know what Phoenix's eat, but we have human food out. Feel free to hide in here. Mostly everyone is cleaning up or hiding somewhere else...I think that's a bad idea, It's easier if we make everything look like nothing's out of the ordinary." Jean sighed and looked around. He directed his gaze at Sasha. "Sasha...I'm getting tired of cleaning duty. I know I'm one of the newest members of the Circus, but do you think if I asked Vladimir and you gave him the Ok I could be apart of the kitchen staff helping out in here? Setting up my side show act takes twenty minutes so I can put a lot of attention into Kitchen work." Jean Then looked back at Eleana realizing something. "I'm sorry, I've heard of you around, but I don't think you know me since Fia does the same sort of thing as me. I am Jean-Jaques Brouillard. It's nice to meet you madame." Jean said kissing her hand, a French custom.

Nixon looked forward at the lifeless possessed body before him with a comforting ease as she explained her powers. After a while of being a supernatural himself Nixon was used to pretty much anything weird. He perked his head when Fia suddenly looked off in the distance. When she got up to open the door, Nixon's eyes followed her, taking a moment to realize that he should probably get up too. "Ah, right, well I guess I can't really relate unless I had special vision but hey, teleporting is fun too so I can't really complain," he shrugged as he got up from his chair and stepped over to the door. Other guest to entertain? Nixon wondered as he stepped out of the door and turned back to Fia. He gave her a nod and grinned. "If I have any questions I hope that I can afford the cost, but I'll take any freebies if you have any."

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Phillip perked his head at Vladimir as if mystified by what the manager had said. When Vladimir was finished Phillip breathed and wrote a fast note down. "Alright, thank you, that could potentially help with my case." Asking the other staff would help too. So, it was djinn he was after. Great, Phillip hated those things. Tracking one would be easy, but if it was an employee it would make it much harder judging by all the costumes and makeup the circus used. The hunter got up from his chair and nodded his head to both of them. "Thank you for your time, I'll try to find this killer as swiftly as possible. If I have anything else come up I'll inform you two when I can." Which is usually never, he thought. Phillip turned towards the door and exited, emerging back outside. He came out to see Dawn not far away stomping on what looked like a book. Funny, what was she doing here? "Dawn? Is that really you?" Phillip called out, walking over to her.

"Hello Eleana," Sasha murmured almost coldly. He was just a quiet individual though and the words he used were not out of bitterness, just uncertainty. Phoenixes' were grand creatures, he had heard. Though he did not pry. He looked at Jean.
"Do you have much cooking experience?" He blinked. He'd spent his entire human life studying fine cuisine, there were few out there who had as much culinary knowledge as Sasha and that's why he took the time to cook for everyone's very specific needs every night. "I would be glad to help you get out of cleaning duty. Blake does a good job of that..." He'd never spoken to the imp though he did have to say he did good work, even if it wasn't cleaning kitchen duty. "You're just on it because you are green. I can show you the ropes if you truly desire."

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Rosalind visibly relaxed as the hunters left. Her eyes red, she looked at Vladimir.

"Good thoughts, putting them onto the Djinn trail. Sad it won't get them far..."

There was a hiss from the parted lips of the woman, and mentally Rosalind scolded Medoh for speaking just as the hunters left. She looked at Vlad again, her eyes of a chocolate shade. "What would we do if they figure out that it's no Djinn?"
Her arm wrapped possessively around his shoulder.

Fia closed the door to her cart when Nixon was completely out. Pulling a key out of her sash she locked the cart. After the key was put back into her sash she raised her hand to the crow that still sat on her shoulder. Knowingly the crow stepped onto her arm so that she could place him on his post by the door. Her crow would be serving as a warning system for anyone that would try to sneak into her cart while she was away. When her security was in place she looked back to Nixon. "Freebies are not allowed. The living get greedy when they are given something for free. They always expect it again."

She dusted off the bottom of her robe to make sure she hadn't got any ashes on her from her inscents then looked back up to him. "My payment though is not expensive or our patrons would not be able to afford me. I take anything that is small and looks nice. Jewels, coins, and small children are effective payments." She took a breath to fill the lungs of her body, now that she was out she must remember to do so. "Now for your payment.. if you do not have any of the above I will take a secret or a showing of your ability." She stared at him intently wondering what he would choose. She saw many paths, but they were only paths. He had to pick which one. "When you decide you may tell me. As for now I am on my way to scene of the death to take a reading. You may accompany me or not." With that she decided to start walking toward her destination making sure to avoid the hunters as best she could.

All those notes she had made.. All of them were gone. What a waste of time. Dawn turned, her name being called out suddenly. The face was unforgettable, mainly due to the fact that the man yelling for her was the one who saved her life and revealed what was actually going on in the world. What was he doing here? Working a case? Maybe the same one Dawn herself was on. Without her notes, she was going to look like a fool. She would talk around, get some insider information about the murders, make up for the lost facts. She met Phillip halfway, leaving the charred book behind. Then it hit her that she hadn't seen him since the night when he rescued her. She had been on about 5 hunts since then, but she felt confident in her abilities. But he wouldn't have known about her hunting, or whether her abilities were enough to pursue this life. But it didnt matter what he thought. She was here now and whatever burned her book would probably be back in hiding, realizing it was outnumbered now. Dawn gave Phillip a smile and spoke happily, "Phillip? It's been a while!" She approached him, giving him a hug whether he wanted one or not, without expecting him to return the hug.

Nixon followed behind Fia, acting like a curious child. While he was disappointed in not getting it for free, the payment seemed quite easy. He had no riches nor small children in his tent so he couldn't pay like that, but secrets were things he had no cares about and showing off his ability was something he did everyday. How could either of those turn out bad? "Sure, I'll do one of the alternate payments, I can pay whenever you want," he said, not realizing the consequences to what he was saying or even fully thinking about what he was doing. Nixon supposed he needed to hang around so they could do it, but he figured it would be after she checked on the body site. "So how does it exactly work?" The vampire asked, speeding up to walk alongside Fia.

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Phillip took a surprised look as Dawn hugged him. It was a gesture he wasn't used to and certainly didn't even think about it. After standing like an idiot for about five seconds Phillip finally returned the hug, then quickly pulled away. He gave a brief nod to Dawn and tilted his head, confused about her being there. It was obviously Dawn, no doubt about that, but what was she doing here? She certainly didn't look like she was just spending her time at a circus because she could, and there were supposed to be no guests at this time. Then if she's...oh. Dawn must be working a case like him, and probably the same exact one. "Well, I can certainly say it's been a while. Are you-" No, he shouldn't say something like that in a place like this. "Working?" It should be subtle enough for her to get and for others to not draw interest in.

Jean felt exuberant in hearing Sasha's words. "Well as you can tell. I happen to be French...Well my human form, so I am sure I can cook perfectly." Jean laughed at his joke. When nobody laughed back he continued, "Of course if you can teach me how to cook like a true French person, that will make me very happy." Jean smiled. The pain he perviously felt in his head faded away. "I am sure, Monsieur Blake would love to clean. I heard people call him, 'midget demon' so i guess his height makes him succumb
to cleaning." Jean returned his gaze to Elena. "Well Mademoiselle, please, tell me about yourself. I've heard of you and your kind, but have yet met one as grand as yourself. Tell me about you."

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Vladimir stood and gazed into Rosalind's red eyes. "Medoh always reckless..." Vladimir thought to himself as Philip closed the door to his carriage. "Well, Medoh, I appreciate the compliment. You and I both know good lying comes with age." Vladimir decided incase Philip was listening he waited before answering Rosalind. "We'll be far away. I the Paris show will not happen. The land that we were suppose to have been on was sold to a Monsieur and Madame Cousteau, meaning I no longer own it. Of course we don't need to own the piece of land to preform, it's just illegal not to, as we are considered a business. That's never stopped us before, but with these hunters here it's better if we skip Paris. What a shame too. Paris was one of the biggest audiences we have had in the past." Vladimir sighed. "Instead we're going to Zurich in the North East. Then Austria, Germany, Poland, until we Reach Russia. It'll be safe for us there. My connections will help us out until the hunters get off our trail." Vladimir smiled. "It'll be fine Rosalind...I've never let you down, Have I?" He embraced Rosalind reassuringly. "I'm going to the mess hall. Gather everyone when you can for me, but after 'he's' gone." Vladimir exited his carriage and went into the mess hall.

"Yup! Fifth job!" She grinned, swaying a bit like an excited child. She held up her badge, grinning ear-to-ear. "See? Badge and everything! Are you.. working as well?" She face-palmed inwardly. Of course he was working. Why else would he be here? I hope he doesn't expect me to leave. The fact that he actually hugged her back made her day, as she was used to being told to get away. Well, she was told that in a less polite way. "Have you already talked to the owners?"

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Blake burst into the mess hall, cackling loudly. It wasn't enough to distract the others from their conversations, but enough to let them know he was here. He knew they were probably used to his entrances. He approached the table quickly, stifling his laughter for a moment. He then sat down, putting his wiry arm around Sasha before turning to him and speaking. "Man, I gotta tell you what I just did." He was barely able to get his sentences out as he spoke. "There was this lady, and she was looking through her daily planner or something. And she was just standing outside, and I saw her so-" He took a breath, continuing with his story, "So I just snapped my fingers and her book caught fire. Then she kinda sat there for second, staring at the fire until she was all like-!" He mimicked someone panicking, throwing his arms up in the arm and letting out this muted scream. "It was," He laughed loudly, "hilarious!"

Fia kept walking for a moment before she decided that she was going reply back to him. Nixon did not seem to understand that showing ones ability without the other doing the same gave the advantage to the other party. She would be able to see what he was capable of while he still did not know anything about her abilities past her being a clairvoyant. As for his secret.. she would know if he was lying about a secret with just being near him. If she concentrated she could glimpse into his past, but as of the moment that was not important. "I will request the payment when the time is right." As they walked she looked to the side seeing the hunters through the small gap of the carts and tents. "As of the moment another showing of our 'skills' might put others in danger." She was referring to the display she had 'seen' from Blake in what he called Good Fun.

She didn't slow to look upon the hunters any long than she had to, she was looking to avoid them. She had been tossing around the question he had asked in her mind trying to figure if the question was harmless enough to not cost anything. "Very well." She stated what now seemed out of the blue. Approaching the site of the murder She reached down to her knees to smooth the fabric down as she knelt. "A reading is done by feeling the earth. It works exactly like a found camera. Develop the film and decipher the story." Fia removed her glove to show her pale colored hands. Honestly she did not have to take them off since this body wasn't her, but if any one was to approach she would look more normal. "A sample of blood, hair, skin will give a vivid showing." Her hands combed the ground gently as if her touching it might break it. Images appeared in her mind of what all had happened in this area, images that spanned years back. Now it was time to pin point what she was looking for. A piece of the human or the creature involved would greatly reduce her search.

Phillip almost gaped but stopped himself before he did it. Dawn's fifth job? "Yeah, I'm on the case too and I've spoken with the owners. The only leads I have is of a strange but specific event the manager witnessed," Phillip explained, still thinking about Dawn being a hunter. He needed to talk to her privately about this, and this circus was certainly not a place for that talk. He wished he could do it now but Phillip still needed more information before leaving. Phillip folded his arms, hiding behind a stone cold face. It would only make things worse if he built a better relationship with Dawn. "Right, before we go somewhere to talk about that we need to either check on the crime scene or have some interrogations with some of the workers," Phillip said, deciding to talk about her being a hunter later today.

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Nixon walked alongside Fia, pausing slightly to look at the hunters. "Yeah, I don't really like 'agents' snooping around the place, I've had my own encounters with them before, one was actually quite recently," Nixon said, reminiscing over the last couple of months when he was alone. When they entered the scene of the murder Nixon walked around but when he noticed Fia inspecting the ground he stepped back towards the entrance. He didn't see anything, the police had cleared mostly everything earlier, but maybe he missed a few things that Fia would find. "So, you can put your hand on the ground and you can suddenly tell what happened?" Nixon thought about that for a moment, thinking of several useful ways he could profit from a power like that. "Seems quite helpful," he grinned, then noticed some blood spots on the ground. "Would those be useful?" He asked, pointing at the blood.

There was a snap and a rustle of leaves as a mass of bright red, curly hair and the head it was attached to burst forth from one of the leafy boughs of the outlying trees near the Circus grounds. Blaire settled herself into a sitting position, leaning against the pale grey trunk and tilting her head back, nose in the air. She took in a deep breath and scowled, making a gagging noise.

Blaire squinted at the brightly coloured tents with a look akin to disgust. She glanced down towards her similarly bright-haired brother, calling out lowly in a thick Scottish dialect. "I don't know if ye can smell it too, Malcom, but it -reeks- o' Hunters over there."

She lifted up a pale hand, pointing idly to the massive main tent. "Silver, smoke, and the blood o' thousands. Nae other way to figure out who's a Hunter and who isn't, using yer nose. Are ye comin' up here to have a look, or must I drag ye up in this tree?" she asked, grinning.

“Hunters? I thought I caught their scent… maybe it wasn't a wise idea to come here in the first place,” he responded cautiously. Malcolm, like most supernatural beings, didn't have a good… relationship… with the Hunters. At least their hate for them was justified, while vice versa it’s because they were just different from everyone else.

“And I will come up on my own accord. The McKennen Clan wouldn't let me hear the end of it if they heard my little sister had to drag me up a tree, would they? It would look bad on my record,” he added, placing his gun back into its holster on his belt before climbing the tree, the occasional snapping of branches being heard as he climbed up.

Upon reaching the top of the leafy boughs of the outlying trees, he narrows his eyes towards the Circus as he gently ruffles Blaire’s fiery red hair, much like his own, in a playful manner. Scowling after a few seconds he proceeds to place himself on a different branch, as their weight combined would most likely make one snap, with his gaze focused upon his sister.

"Well, now yer up here, I dinnae want t'be!" she chuckles, getting her hair ruffled. Smiling up at her brother briefly, her gaze snaps back to the circus grounds curiously. "Now, here's the plan...We go in, find who's in charge, an' figure out how to throw those blokes off our trail." Blaire nods firmly, clearly not having enough foresight to figure out the majority of issues that could arise from such an idiotic plan.

"Oi, can ye hit one o' them from over here? If they got out? Then again, we might end up hittin' one o' our new coworkers and that would be -very- awkward..." mused Blaire, rubbing her chin.

Malcolm chuckles as he scratches his chin, pondering on her question. "I reckon I would have a good chance at hitting something at this distance. How about you go down there and put an apple on your head so I can get my eye in and make sure?" he asks, grinning as he carefully makes his way down the tree. "Let's go and find out who's in charge then, but let me do the talking this time around. I still have memories of you getting us both in trouble a while back when you did the talking."

"That was -one time-, and how was I s'posed to know they were policemen?" sighed Blaire. She twisted her body a little, snatching a final peek down at the circus before disappearing down the branches. Her hand shot out, grabbing the lower branch before she fell flat on her face in the dirt. Blaire looked across the beaten path, glanced up at Malcom, waved, and started jogging down the path towards the Circus.

"OI?! WE'RE LOOKIN' TO SEE THE MANAGER!" Hollered Blaire. 'Subtle' doesn't even seem to comply with Blaire's dictionary.

Vladimir walked into the mess hall. He saw a few people standing around. Jean, Elena, Sasha and Blake. Vladimir was unfortunate enough to hear Blake boasting loudly of his shenanigans of burning a woman's daily planner.. Vladimir wondered who this woman could be..."You idiot!" Vladimir yelled. The straw that broke the camels back would of course be Blake being an idiot. That woman was probably human. Most of the Circus' residence rarely wrote a thing down, besides from Vladimir and his dear Rosalind. He grabbed Blake, and lifted him off the ground. "You are so stupid. I made it clear to be cautious around our guests did I not?" Vladimir snarled baring his fangs at Blake.

Jean looked up Vladimir's out rage with great shock... "Sasha...Is this normal for the manager to get this mad?" Jean was worried for Blake's safety. "Vladimir could rip Blake apart" Jean told himself. He didn't know if he would be able to stop Vladimir if this confrontation escalated to violence.

Vladimir hurled Blake across the room. Jean, closed his eyes as his head started to pound. He started to hear whispering from somewhere. "Don't..." Jean try say, but he couldn't make his voice heard.

Blake yelped in fright as he was lifted from the ground, Vladmir screaming in his face. Blake tried to explain himself, explain that it was just a joke and didn't hurt anyone. But at attempts would be in vain, made clear by his body being thrown across the room like a rag doll. His wings useless at this point, Blake hit the ground, the skin on the cheek of his glamour being torn away. He lay there for a moment before attempting to stand up.

Before Blake could recover Vladimir sprinted at his full speed and punched Blake square in the jaw..."You Bastard!" Vladimir cursed hitting Blake again. "You ignorant fool!" Vladimir bashed Blake's face in. "You disregard my rules!" Vladimir slammed Blake's head against a bench. "You Damned, Midget DEMON!" Vladimir yelled his last word, kneeing Blake in the chest at his full strength.

Blake could do nothing as he was repeatedly hit. As his head hit the bench and Vladimir's knee collides with his chest, Blake couldn't even protest. He played jokes all the time, and they were leaving soon. As long as no one got hurt, everything would be fine. Blake simply fell over, a sniveling on the ground.

Vladimir glared at Blake on the ground. "Cleaning duty...Affective immediately. It's also permanent until I say otherwise." Vladimir said attempting to control his anger. Vladimir then spun around on the spot. "You." He said pointing at Jean. "You're off cleaning." Vladimir looked at Sasha, "Take care of him. Give him a Job." Vladimir said pointing at Jean. Vladimir gave Blake one last kick. "Get your sorry ass off to Hammond. He'll cover the bruises and cuts up so nobody thinks you look suspicious." Vladimir then heard his name being called. "Dammit." Vladimir stormed out of the Mess Hall. He followed the voice of the person asking for The Manager. He found two people a man and a woman looking around. "Shut up. Come with me." Vladimir said in a whisper." He pulled the two away from the center of the circus and ushered them inside his carriage. "State your names, reason for being here, and why the Hell were you so loud, is that just a trait of a Wolf? Yes I can smell it on you. Purebred as well....hmmmmm. Why have you visited?"

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Jean walked over to Blake. "Let's get you to Hammond mon ami." Jean lifted Blake up off the ground and had him drape an arm around his shoulder. His head had returned to normal. Jean exited the Mess Hall. "Was that person, the woman, was she a human?"

"Maybe.. probably." Blake's' normally obnoxiously happy voice was flat. "Vlad seems to think so."

"He's on the edge. These hunters...They're making him loose his mind. I'm sure he will come to his senses and apologize. He would never do something like this under normal circumstances." Hammond's tent was just ahead in the distance. "Maybe we should talk to Rosalind about this issue?"

"I don't know if we want Medoh weighing in on this issue.." Blake's mind flashed back to up on the rafters, to the accusations. Was that Medoh or Rosalind... Or both? He winced, his cheek stinging from the injury.

"Nevertheless...She can keep Vladimir in line. I would talk to her. Have a little faith in her." Jean opened the flap to Hammond's tent. "Hammond we have a major issue!" Jean called out.

"No, Malcolm, let's jes' go." Murmured Blaire, glaring at Vladimir. She absently grinded her teeth together whilst following the Manager. The moment the three of them were behind closed doors, Blaire let loose onto the vampire.

"I know it's not my place to say anything, but ye have to calm down. What with yer other guests, scarin' yer coworkers like this will jes' make 'em suspicious. Granted..." Blaire inspected the vampire critically. "They've got a bloody good reason t'be scared of ye, don't they?"

Without the slightest consideration for how rude she was moments before, Blaire stuck out her hand with a big grin. "Blaire McKennen, pleasure to meet ye, despite the current circumstances. We were wonderin' if ye wanted a hand? We've jes' travelled from down south, so we can throw those hunters off the trail a wee bit."

Blaire glanced over at Malcolm significantly. Her look was one of reluctance to tell Vladimir why they were really there, not yet. Blaire still had mixed feelings and doubts about the vampire.

"Wow, that was really close!"

Lithuania stiffed a laugh between her fingertips as the tattoo's of a djinn, hers a bounty of glowing blue roses across her arms and cheeks, regressed backwards to their root at her core covered beneath a long, rugged shirt- it reached to her midthigh, where it's brown rough material would cut off half of another tatto upon one leg- it looked 3D and realistic, as if she had 'Decorative black holes' cut into her legs. After calming her shrill laughs at the clueless people who departed with the first body she'd just put under her posion, she ran her fingers over her temples and the black tattooed stars that ran in an arc over the outside of one eye to brush back a lock of dirty blonde hair misplaced when she had managed to hide from the others who had spotted the body. Her cool blue eyes chilled back to a rusty brown- as for now, she looked like a human with tattoos in particular places who really didn't have a sense of style in clothes.

" Oh, hehe, they're so dumb! He's isn't necessarily lifeless he's just living in his own nightmare landscape....than he'll be lifeless, unless he commits suicide in his own dream." Lithuania chimed, being notorious for mumbling to herself. The leaves rustling against the constant wind became her only audience- this was common for the wandering djinn-hellhound, scorned from both worlds of her orgin since she was no pureblood. She had no years of 'ancient knowledge'- she looked 17 because she was 17.

"I should really go tell them how to reverse the effect. I really only put the lad under a nightmare because he came at me with a knife. But i feel empowered by his energy i fed off of. I think i feel almost-guilty." She puckered her lips in a pout, trekking through the forest towards where most of the noise was at. Her eyes scanned the surrounds for someone similar to who'd she seen before, stooping in a group of bushes until she felt like she could travel to the entrance unscathed, swirling sporadic patterns of circles in the dirt beneath her. Without thinking twice about it, she emerged from the bushes, walking close enough until she could stoke the outer walls of the circus's structure and stare at it doe-eyed. She'd never seen anything like this- most of the homes she came by were animal burrows, caves, and ran down villages. Eventually she found an entrance, hesitantly raising a hand to knock. She stopped just before her knuckles would touch to make rapid knocks that would echo, her hand dropped back to her side, she listened, mumbling a soft greeting before sticking her head inside. "Helloooo? I'm Lithuania merrel....er Elena for short? I'm looking for a body." She said innocently, oblivious to how mysterious she sound.

Anyone outside of the circus would be invisible to her as she had grown to depend too much on what she saw, not what was unseen and unheard of.

Malcolm rolls his eyes in frustration at Blaire's introduction to Vladimir. "I deeply apologize on my sister's behalf," he says quickly as he places an arm in front of his sister and pushes her back gently so he can stand in between Blaire and Vladimir. This, ladies and gentlemen, is why Blaire doesn't do the talking and Malcolm does! "Our names? Malcolm McKennen and Blaire McKennen respectively, and we have visited because we wish to join your circus and be among people like us so we can properly fit into a society, so to speak."

Malcolm spares Blaire a glance over his shoulder, rather annoyed at her for possibly getting them into trouble again, before looking back to Vladimir. "Though I must ask... Hunters? We caught scent of them in the outlying forests. What is their business here, and more importantly, are they a threat?" he asks, deciding to change topic for the time being.

Sasha went with Jean, having shrunk back from the force of an angry Vladimir when he came, and aided Jean into Hammonds tent. He looked around and spotted Rosalind, having just exited Vlad's carriage to see what the commotion was. He waved her over silently and she walked as quickly as her multi-layered skirts would allow.

"What happened?" She asked, pressing into Hammond tent, seeing her newest victim of choice was injured. Her eyes narrowed and she remembered seeing how disheveled Vlad was speaking to the newcomers. "Did Vladimir hurt you?" Her voice did not altercate to Medohs, instead it merely took on the icy sound of a womans wrath. Her brown eyes glanced at Sasha, who remained silent and gestured with his eyes at Blake, who he would allow to tell the story if he so pleased.

Hammond quickly turned his head away from his desk, quickly standing up as he saw Jean and Blake come in. "Oh, what have you gotten yourself into Blake? Come on now, I just renewed that for you!" Hammond scolded, sighing as even more people came into his tent. The trickster turned back to his desk, stuffing the hexes he was creating into a drawer. Hammond carefully analyzed everyone in his tent. Jean, Blake, Sasha, and Rosalind. Seeing nothing wrong with anyone else he stared back at Jean. "Get him on the desk, I don't usually work inside my tent but it'll do." Hammond opened up another drawer, grabbing a needle and a small clear can that was filled with a white cream. Anyone that was used to the usual glamour additions knew the white cream to be an annoying substance that Hammond used whenever he renewed their glamour. The Trickster set the objects down on his desk, waving his arm along for Jean to quickly place Blake on the desk.

Blaire looked like she had more to say before Malcom swept her behind his back, apologising to the vampire. She bristled with indignation, folding her arms and pushing her bottom lip out in an annoyed pout. This feigned anger makes way for some real irritation when Malcom glares at her - Blaire lifted her lip in a snarl, briefly revealing her fangs, and making sure that Malcom sees them before taking a few deep breaths and calming down. The last thing anyone would've wanted right now is a werewolf on their hands, and there were two standing in the Manager's caravan.

Since she doesn't exactly have the longest of attention spans, Blaire soon became bored of listening to serious conversation that she isn't allowed to take part in - such is the case in almost every conversation, and listening to her brother's posh refined accent used to be amusing long ago, and the punchline for many jokes on her behalf, but now meant that she had half an hour or so of waiting to do. She reached for one of her throwing knives before realising, with a pang, that they're all in her bag. She reached for her bag before realising that her bag was up a tree near the circus. She reached for the doorhandle before realising that walking out would be rude, and opted to simply go and stare around the caravan, plodding around aimlessly, ignoring both Malcom and Vladimir as they discussed certain things.