The fact the manager had seen something intrigued Dawn, who was hoping to hear his story. She glanced around before speaking, "I've got something that might help, but later." She did not feel comfortable talking about this stuff in the open. People would either think she was crazy, or worse, the creature would hear her. "Welp, we might as well go talk to the employees. Might give us more of an idea of what we're looking for." She grinned and extended her arm, telling him to lead the way. She was unsure if Phillip even wanted a partner for this job, and due to his experience he would most likely be the one to stay. Maybe if she built a friendship with him, he could help her learn some of the tricks to being an actually hunter.

Vladimir glared at Blaire. A glare few have ever seen. "You don't know anything about what happened. Those Hunters aren't in the circus, they're probably at the scene of the crime. They saw nothing. If you really want to help Blaire, Sit down and shut up." Vladimir decided to tap into his powers to see if they were hiding anything from him. "Dammit..." Vladimir thought, "Wards. What should I have expected from purebreeds though?"

Vladimir's expression changed as soon as Malcolm started to ask him questions about the hunters. "You really don't get it do you? Hunters have, and always will be, racist, as humans call it, and dangerous. They've been hunting us supernatural from day one. They don't know the circus is full of Supernatural...In fact they think a Djinn is hiding out here. They're trying to find it, but we'll be long gone by the time they realize there is no Djinn." Just then, Vladimir heard a knock and someone new stuck their head in. "Helloooo? I'm Lithuania merrel....er Elena for short? I'm looking for a body." They said. "Vladimir looked up. "Shit..." He cursed under his breath. He recognized the scent. Djinn and...Hellhound. "Come in, Elena." Vladimir said flatly. He was having the worse day possible. "I'm the Manager of This Circus, Vladimir Kalkovhich." He motioned for her to sit down as Blaire got up. "Malcolm. If you want to help, you're help would be appreciated. I need to take care of Elena here, so go talk to Rosalind, the Ringleader, or Hammond for a job. Tell them I gave you the OK to help out. They should be in a big tent near the main one. It's the second biggest tent here. Can't miss it. Have Rosalind come to me as soon as possible as well. Thank you, you two are dismissed welcome to the circus. Also, Blaire, if you screw up and let something slip...I won't hesitate to give you a 'haircut'" Vladimir finished putting quotation marks around haircut.

"Now Elena, how may I be of service to you?" Vladimir asked. His mood was looking up a bit. A Djinn/Hellhound had just walked through his door. She could be put to good use...No he would never do that to another creature. He vowed to protect...Not exploit. His mood dampened again. He wasn't himself.

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Jean Placed Blake down on the desk. "Vladimir went Psycho...Rosalind, has he ever done something like this before? He could have killed Blake if he didn't stop. He was furious."

As soon as Lithuania was invited in, she entered the circus daintily, stepping onto one toe as if she was going to see whether the floor would cave in beneath her before stepping inside, pushing the door closed behind her. Her eyes gleamed with pure excitement and her lips pulled up into a toothy smile, revealing a set of small canines in her mouth. This place smelled of humans, other supernatural, anger, and fear! Such delicacies would any djinn be willing to feed on and absorb. She had no intentions of doing harm to anyone [i] yet /i], her hellhound blood adding a sort of control for not rampaging in and taking over innocent bystanders- on the down side, it heightened her sense of smell since hellhounds mostly functioned to hunt someone unto their death. Lithuania gaped at the place in awe for a few seconds after taking the seat Vlad at pointed to. If Blaire was slow to move, she would stand behind the group of people.

“Hi….” Right after the first word, she clasped her hand over her mouth and nose, gaping at Vlad, his bad mood was like a tempting bite of one’s favorite dessert. The permanent tattooed arc of stars next to her eyes glew blue and just for a second, tattoos on her arms became visible with the small blue before they disappeared. She giggled, knowing that she looked funny. “I’m sorry, by your smell I can tell you’ve had a very bad day. It makes your thoughts all the much louder to me, while others are a distant murmur. All i ask for information and….that you see to that I’m not killed by those hunters you were just talking about….” She said, her bubbly personality burning through. Her hand dropped to a side, an observant eye would see a small frown take the place of her toothy grin. “ A huge past story would be for another time…. But I ran into a young man who attacked me when I tried to say hi, I swear that’s all I wanted to do. Maybe he was a hunter….whatever the case, I did the first thing I thought of and…used my powers on him. I think someone came for his body…whatever the case, I hid and lost it. I think I’ve caused an uproar. But it is not too late to revive his body, but he looks really dead to everyone when he’s just in a really bad dream that he will die in if we aren’t fast enough. So I was just wondering if you’ve seen a body!” She accents her last word in a way someone would speak when they were excited. In a way, it made it eerie since danger wasn’t oftenly spoke of in that manner. If one could compare her personality to an animal, it would be the dog, who is happy to meet and be petted by any passing by stranger- such was a hellhound without direction. She pursed her lips, her right hand resting on her waist. “You aren’t going to attack me, right? I’d be surprised if anyone can pronounce your last name.”

Blaire stared right into the eyes of the vampire as she was addressed, taking the brunt of the glare head-on. Admittedly, it managed to get into her head that maybe she didn't say something right, but she grinned back nonetheless - especially when she was told to shut up. Her eyes conveyed the fact she was intimidated and clearly understood the message, but her body language refused to co-operate. She looked away when Vladimir started talking to her brother, flexing her fingers nervously.

Just then, she picked up an entirely new smell mid-conversation with Malcom, and threw her head over her shoulder to peer at the door where it was coming from, tensing up. A high-pitched, childish voice came from the entrance and Blaire decided that whoever it is, she didn't like them. She noticed the shift and the tattoos, pointedly stating to Vladimir - "I found yer Djinn" - with a glance in his direction.

Once Vladimir finished talking to Malcom about what to do (and frankly, Blaire had tuned out of the conversation a fair while back) she heard Vladimir address her directly, so she twisted again to peer at him curiously. Ah, she loved how much faith the manager had in for her. Throwing two thumbs up and a big, sincere smile, Blaire chimed "My hair's getting a bit long anyways, mister!" and stepped out of the caravan, making sure to rudely bump shoulders with this Elena person that she didn't like for no other reason other than her voice. She didn't even apologise, either.

"So, Malcom, what are we doin' now? I was too busy trying not to gag on the stink of that woman-ugh..." she stops mid-sentence, putting a hand over her nose. Now that they were closer to the main tent Blaire could smell the silver off of the hunters, and it was nauseating. Coupled with the headaches that she constantly received from Malcom's silly silver bullets, Blaire was forced into a bad mood.

"Aye, listen...I'm jes' gonna go get our bags. Won't be long." she mutters, going at a jog towards the forest again. She needed some time to actually prepare herself for whatever lies ahead.

As Malcolm listened to Vladimir talk, he folded his arms behind his back and waited for him to patiently finish, feeling like the vampire's own patience wasn't to be tested at the present. Like Vladimir, Malcolm and Blaire both knew how dangerous hunters were and how much they hated the supernatural. The McKennen Clan themselves had more encounters with them than they could count, so he could understand what he was currently going through with the hunter's presence.

"Understood, Vladimir Kalkovhich," he says after catching sound of him introducing himself to Elena. "I hope I pronounced it correctly? Anyways, I'll go find Rosalind and give her the message after we have introduced ourselves properly." Malcolm then politely bowed his head and walked out slowly, choosing to ignore the threat to his sister as he felt she deserved it after getting them into trouble again, and stepped out of the caravan.

"Blaire. I think that is the tenth time you have gotten us in trouble this year alone!" he says, half joking and half serious, narrowing his eyes towards the main tent. Malcolm's nose was good enough to smell the silver, and making a calculated guess who decided that the hunters were located within the big tent. "Listen, Blaire. I'm going to find this Rosalind. I trust I will see you there--" he starts saying only to cut himself off after noticing his sister has already dashed off to the forest.

Malcolm sighed heavily as he shook his head, wondering what they had gotten themselves into this time. Nonetheless, Blaire wanted this to work, so he would be damned if he didn't at least give it a try. And with that thought in mind, he wondered off towards the big tent near the main tent to find this Rosalind.

Fia nodded her head to his question. "Basically. The hard part is with using the Earth is the ground changes with every gust of wind." She lifted her head to see where he was pointing. Leave it to a vampire to find what she was looking for. Having him tail along wasn't such a bad thing. Her hands went to the blood and gently she scooped it in her palms. Turning the dirt and blood into one of her palms she reached into her robes and pulled out a small bag. She poured the contents of her hand into the bag being careful not to using her powers just yet. She didn't need to be caught up in an in depth reading out in the open. Fia stood looking at Nixon. "You proved to be useful to me." Fia was fair, even though she was a demon. Going back on her word was not something that she was fond of. "I have received payment for one question. Choose carefully. I will only answer one question."

Her head turned as she heard people yelling. Even though her face was covered the aura around her could be felt intensifying. She focused in on the two new strangers then a third. More guests. She turned back to Nixon her calm voice subsiding a little and loosing a small bit of its feminism. "There is to much happening." The future around the circus was changing to rapidly for her to decipher everything.

The caw of her crows could be heard as a few of them landed around Vladimir's cart. They were equally curious of the new quests that had arrived. They relayed information about the people that had made their way in through out the whole camp to each other. Fia listened to their excited calls. Without warning she stood up and started to walk to Hammond's tent to see what was happening herself. She was focused, more focused then she normally would and her aura was colder than usual. Something that uncommon for Fia since she was one to keep herself in check and aloft in most situations. Fia walked into Hammond's tent unannounced and looked at the scene that was happening. No wonder everything seemed to be going crazy, everything was crazy. Fia stepped out of the door way making room for another to enter. Even through her veil it was noticeable that her attention was fixated on Blake.

She mumbled something in a demonic tongue that spoke her discontent, another thing that was strange for Fia to do. The feminism of her voice had dissolved in one that was torn between male and female.

Rosalinds nostrils flared in anger and her fingers trembled, Medohs 'claws' expanding into black points which she dug into her palms, allowing them to bleed. Sasha winced at the smell, and at the aura of his Ringmasters anger before retreating closer to Hammonds side to help if he can.
"Thanks," Rosalind said to Jean before leaving the tent. She looked at her bloody hands and nodded to herself as she sauntered not unlike a predator to where she saw Vladimir standing. She noted him speaking with another supernatural being, so when she approached she had no trouble feeding her anger into Medoh, who greedily devoured it and returned the favor. When she spoke, her voice intertwined with Medohs.
"Vlad, We Need To Talk." If her words weren't prevalent enough then the stench of her blood, the anger that caused her eyes to become bloodshot, and the twist of voices would be enough to show the urgency of the matter.

"No I won't attack you." Vladimir said consolingly to Elena. "Anyway, about that body. He was killed by something else. You may have knocked him out, but he was murdered by another creature. By what? I have no clue. I had to lead the Hunters on a different trail, so..." Vladimir sighed. "I told them a saw a Djinn attack the man. To make matters worse another body showed up." Vladimir looked like he had betrayed Elena. He sensed Rosalind was coming towards him in a red hot rage. "Damn." Vladimir muttered "Elena. I'd love to protect you, and I want to promise you that I can, but I'd be lying. These Hunters are looking for a Djinn and, well, you're a Djinn. I'd love to extend the offer for you to say at the Circus. You're welcomed here of course...." Vladimir was interrupted by Rosalind.

"I know Rosalind!" Vladimir yelled back. He spun on the spot. "I screwed up, I know!" He glared at her. He wanted nothing more to get his anger that had been boiling up since day one of this whole ordeal. "Elena...I'm very sorry, please stay if you want. You're welcomed here of course. Follow those English brother and sister to Hammond. He'll put you to work." Speaking to Rosalind he said, "Carriage." Vladimir walked towards his carriage. He wrenched open the door and it barely stood on it's hinge from the force Vladimir exerted on the door. "I know what you're going to say!" Vladimir glared at Rosalind. Who was she to lecture him? He had saved her. He had done everything for her. He had acted in her favor for all these years. "I screwed up I know! I understand what I did and will make up for it, but in my defense...." Vladimir curled his fist and slammed it on his desk splintering it. "That dumbass Blake broke my one rule of secrecy. Playing his dumb prank might of doomed us all." Vladimir yelled. "I can't take this!" He rested his head against the wall of his carriage. "I cannot stand any of this! Why?...Why can't we just live in peace?" Vladimir sighed.

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Jean looked at Hammond who was helping with Blake's wounds. "Do you need my help with anything? Or should I return to Sasha in the kitchen?" He asked cautiously. This morning was turning out to be quite a fiasco.

Seeing that her little plan had worked in getting Vladimir alone, Rosalind silently thanked Medoh for the theatrics of her little act and closed the Carriage door behind her as he went on his spiel and rested his head against the wall. Next thing the vampire would know her arms would be around him.

"I Know...." She spoke softly.Her bloody hand trailed through his hair and gingerly pulled him back from the wall. She held his hand and pulled him to his coffin. She sat against the headrest and laid him down, resting his head in her lap. "Calm yourself."

As she said this she pressed her bleeding hand to his lip, encouraging him to drink to relax him. Men were awfully cranky when they were hungry, after all, and she noticed that he hadn't eaten any breakfast. She waited until her friend decided to nurse on her hand before speaking, her chocolate eyes watching him. "Blake is a prankster, yes, but don't you think that exposing your super strength, injuring a valuable member of our circus, causing all this ruckus and making poor Hammond work his ass off to reglamour the imp makes it any better?" She scolded him, but scolded him gently. "Vladimir, you need to remember to feed more or your only going to have more of a temper. Shame on you for not eating and making such a fuss. You're like a child..." She chuckled softly, shaking her head and all the while wondering what she was going to do with him.

"I know you are trying to protect us, Vlad.... and you will always be the most noble among us for that. But you should not severely injure those you wish to protect. It's quite counter-intuitive."

Hammond grumbled as even more people entered his tent, giving them all a harsh stare. "Unless you are here for my direct help I want this place cleared!" He barked, eyeing all the spectators. The trickster turned his attention away from everyone else and focused on Blake. "Now, let's try to fix this as best as possible, this isn't going to be easy. Quick healing followed by a glamour cover-up is not a peaceful process," Hammond muttered, grabbing several bandages. Hammond opened up the white cream and dipped the needle in it. It didn't seem significant, but it was essential to setting up glamours. Grabbing Blake's hand, Hammond slowly stabbed the needle into it and muttered several phrases under his breath. Blake's glamour went completely out for several moments, then faded back in starting from his hand. Hammond gazed at Blake for a while, then stabbed the needle in several more parts in his body to fix small errors he noticed. Nodding with approval, Hammond stepped back and gave a final check. "Well, that'll leave you drowsy for about an hour. Go ahead and take the bandages, see if someone is nice enough to help you. I on the other hand have other work to do." The trickster indicated the entrance and sat back down on his chair, already forgetting everyone else.

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Nixon smirked as Fia collected the blood and accepted it as payment for a question. "So, is the next question I ask count as a question? Like that one? Or this one? Or the one twice before this and this specific one?" Nixon quickly asked, then frowned with curiosity as Fia suddenly walked back outside. "OK then." I guess if none of those questions counted I should probably stay with her. Nixon's logic seemed astounding to him. The vampire followed Fia for a while, wondering where she was going, but his attention was quickly turned to the new guests they passed by. Nixon studied all of them carefully, and almost laughed as he watched Vlad and Rosalind get in an argument and storm into a carriage to continue the fight. Looking back at the guests, it seemed like the girl was the only one left. Smirking, Nixon blinked in front of the tattooed girl, giving an overexaggerated wave. "HIIII, new here or just never came out of tent? You don't smell that bad so I would guess the first option." It was a nice opening question to a completely unawkward conversation.

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Phillip gave a small nod, checking their surroundings to decide where to go first. "Keep an eye out for strange blue tattoos." It was subtle enough for others not to tell what he was speaking about, but hopefully Dawn would get the message. The hunter suddenly began walking in what seemed like a random direction without mentioning anything to Dawn, scanning around the different employees, looking for someone that seemed out of place.

"Jean, you have to stay." Blake looked up at the shapeshifter. "You're my witness. I am an endangered species and I deserve to be treated as such." Blake liked Jean, and so he silently nominated him to help with the bandages if he needed them. "Hammond, you're always a bundle of joy. If you have any complaints, take them up with Vlad. It was a prank and he overreacted. I could've unglamoured, showed myself, and caught her on fire." He rolled his eyes. "She didn't even see me." Suddenly, he felt more eyes on him. Blake turned towards the door and saw Fia. He could feel her watching him, and she was speaking in some language Blake didn't understand. "Okay, I'm gonna be honest." He sighed, "I have no idea what you are saying and you're staring is freaking me out."

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Blue tattoos? Blue tattoos...? Dawn's mind quickly went through her mental notes. A Djinn... So that's what it is, or what Phillip thinks it is. But what kind of Djinn can use fire? Or maybe it's something else? She needed her books from her trunk. If she had those, she would have been able to answer her own questions. Dawn said nothing, whistling an unknown tune. After neither spoke for a bit, Dawn finally spoke up. "Maybe we should go check the tents? I mean, I doubt we are just going to run into someone out here."

Fia tilted her head to the side when the imp spoke to her. If he did not understand her then it wasn't her problem. In her mind he should be well brushed in demonic tongues. He was a midget demon after all. She was still annoyed with how everything was shifting around her suddenly with all the new faces. Her eyes were still focused on Blake. The glamour was a good enough disguise to hide him from the humans. Fia approached Blake letting herself get a little close for most people's comfort. " 'Freaking' people out is what we are all about, no?" The smell of her perfumes and decaying body filled the air for a moment before they were masked completely again.

Fia pulled back from Blake just ask quickly as she had spoke and approached Hammond. "Glamour, If you will." Her tone had shifted back to her normal feminine tone as she spoke to him. "With Hunters around I do not think this body will help if they wish to see my face."

Malcolm placed his hands behind his back as he walked around the grounds, taking into account the layout and making sure to avoid the main tent, at least for now, because of the hunters. What was more concerning, however, was the mention of the hunter’s investigation into a certain crime. It didn't help the fact he and his sister were werewolves, and often received the blame for a lot of things. Shaking his head, he continued and walked into the large tent.

“Rosalind,” Malcolm said to himself as he entered the large tent. “I think I should have asked the vampire for a physical description…”

Hammond narrowed his eyes at Blake. "Vladimir had every right to punish you like that. I wouldn't be the least surprised if he banished you. What if whomever you messed with was a hunter? They could look more into this circus and find out what this place truly is," Hammond commented. "And if I were him I would've gotten rid of you in a heartbeat." As Fia approached Hammond turned away from Blake. The demon had been frequently helpful to him before and he appreciated her common sense unlike others that were here. He pulled out the cream and the needle again. "Right, if I'm doing this correctly you'll need to lift your veil for a time so if you will remove it I can get this over with quickly."

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Phillip continued walking as Dawn said her question, considering it for a moment. "Sure, it seems like everyone's keeping to themselves here," he said, walking off to the right. Catching a worker off guard could potentially help them and if there was no one he could talk privately with Dawn. Going up to a tent Phillip pressed his ear against the wall and listened. Hearing nothing Phillip slightly opened up the thin cover and saw no one. "Empty," he muttered then walked in. "Come on, we can talk more about the case in here."

Vladimir sighed. He sat on his bed. "I know what I am doing is very counter intuitive. It's wrong. I'm not me...I'm loosing my head Rosalind. This isn't good. I just need to clear my head before I act irrationally again." Vladimir stood up making his way to the door. He looked over at Rosalind once again. "I sent some Pure Breed's to you. They need a job and I just can't deal with anything. You're in charge for awhile. I'll be back in a few hours." With that said, Vladimir exited his carriage. He needed to go for a long walk to clear his head. It was killing him. This situation. Everything had been ruined. He had made things worse. Vladimir entered the woods. He kept walking listening to the wind blown melancholily. He felt calmed by the wind. Even if he was in broad day late he felt weak, Vladimir felt stronger than ever in solidarity. He then tripped over something. He fell to the ground and quickly looked to see what he tripped over. Another body. Human...Been dead since last night. Fresh...So fresh...He could smell the blood still in the man. Vladimir came to his senses. Needed to hide the body. So He picked it up and started to run farther than he ever had before. He laid the body down on the outskirts of a village and made the long trek back to the Circus walking.

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Jean looked at Blake, "sure I'll stay, but you really have no use for me. Hammond is the main guy around these parts in regards to healing. I wish I could be of more use."

Rosalinds eyes dulled in tiredness, watching him leave again.

"You always leave me Vladimir..." Rosalind murmured after her friend had watched her friend leave the tent. With another sigh, only echoed by Medoh, Rosalind left the Carriage, making her way to the main tent. She flippantly tossed open the side flap and stroke in, her dress hugging her figure.

"I understand someone here is looking for me?!" She called, scowling. Why didn't Vlad ever tell them where she would be or who she was?

"Rosalind? I presume?" Malcolm asks, approaching her. "Vladimir told me to come find you for some work? My Sister, Blaire, is also looking for work and should be around shortly." Malcolm then proceeded to places his hands together behind his back and put on his best smile. It, after all, did help to be polite. Something which he needed his beloved sister to understand.

Blake looked deeply hurt by Hammonds words. Hammond was the one he looked up to, and hearing those words come from him was like being punched in the gut. "Jean, you're fine. You can go." Blake stood up, giving Jean a slight smile before he exited the tent. He slowly sulked to his normal sleeping spot, contemplating what Hammond had said. Did I really mess up? I never meant to put anyone in danger. He glanced around before climbing up to the top of the large prop. He sat on the edge, swinging his legs lightly as Hammond's and Jean's words ran through his mind.

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Dawn lightly stepped into the tent, glancing around before relaxing. She turned towards Phillip and quietly asked, "So.. What do we know?"

Rosalind let out a sigh. There was s much to tend to to set up for tonights performances. "Fine," she said, crossing her arms. "Show me what you can do."

Fia gave a slight nod when Hammond told her she would have to lift her veil. She turned her attention to Jean for a moment. She wasn't one that like to show her appearance that easily for certain reasons. Though.. Jean had the same kind of abilities that she possessed. If he wanted he could possibly see what she looked like by seeing her past or may even her future. Honestly she did not know how in tuned with his abilities he was, Seers had an interesting way of hiding abilities from each other. She turned her attention back to Hammond and positioned herself so that Jean would not be able to see her clearly.

Fia reached up and lifted the veil from her face and folded it back over her head. She wore the face of a young woman, maybe twenty three. The skin was a bluish tent from the lack of blood and the lips chapped. Though the body was obviously dead, one could tell that the girl was once what humans would call pretty. The only true outstanding feature was her eyes. Hammond has seen them before when he had used glamour on her and he knew she did not want others know about them. Honestly she would like to keep the human's eyes, but since the eyes were mostly liquid they dried up quickly. She opened her eyes and looked at Hammond so that he would apply his glamour. They were an eerie white. Solid white with no indication that there was ever an iris or a pupil. Having her eyes like that made people nervous since they couldn't tell if she was looking at them or away. "I will owe you. Please allow me to repay you upon your request."