Phillip leaned against a cupboard, looking up at the top of the tent before starting. "The manager of this circus claims he saw something that could only be a djinn. It's the only lead I have so far but I haven't questioned any other employee yet. I suppose there could be a djinn working here since the tattoos will seem normal in this kind of place and now it just screwed up in one of its murders. I need to check the murder scene to confirm this lead first but we should also talk to anyone on the way," Phillip informed, pausing for a moment. "But first, I want you to tell me why you started hunting."

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Hammond glanced over for a brief moment at Blake as he walked away. He didn't regret saying those things, the imp needed to figure out when he should be messing around and when he shouldn't be. The trickster looked back at Fia and looked over her face. "Right, I suppose I'll restore your face but change it slightly so no one who knew this girl would recognize it," he said aloud, then began his work, applying the cream in several places and then using the needle. When he was finished, Hammond muttered a few words and the glamour was fully complete. "There you are, good as new. Now on repayment I'll speak with you later about that as I do have something in mind," he said, turning away to put his tools back.

Malcolm arched an eyebrow at her request, unsure, at first, on what to say. "Well, I can shoot fairly decent, however, I'm unsure if I should demonstrate in such a... closed of environment. I don't want to cause more trouble than there already is," he says, thinking it might be best not to attract the unwanted attention of the Hunters. "Maybe I can show you outside the grounds. My Sister, Blaire, should be able to show you her own skills too."

"If, of course, it's alright?"

There was a whistling noise in the large tent, followed by a dull thud. A sturdy dagger had opted to bury itself into one of the wooden poles in the tent after just skimming Malcom's face, quivering in the wood. The thrower stomped inside sulkily, carrying two travelling backpacks, one on each arm. The feat itself was rather impressive due to the hinderance of the heavy backpacks, but judging by the way Blaire was holding them, one wouldn't think they were heavy at all. another knife rested in her free hand ominously.

"I throw knives, he shoots bullets." she reported, dumping Malcom's bag beside him. "Silver bullets. Bloody cheeky, it is. Dangerous too." she added, retrieving her throwing knife from the wood. "Sorry about the pole, missy. Didnae mean to leave a mark, but the only other two targets weren't gonna like it if I demonstrated on them."

Blaire tossed her own bag at Malcom's feet as well, clearly expecting him to do the lifting from now on. She leant on the wooden pole that she recently stabbed, her mess of red curls partially obscuring her face, but not obscuring enough to hide the playful little grin on her features. "Blaire McKennen, miss. Pleased t'meetcha."

Rosalinds eyes narrowed. "We won't hire you if your talents can't fit inside of the circus tent. The Ring is only so big." She gestures to the circus tent they stand within. "Now, Mr. Malcolm, do I need to ask again?"

Fia stared at him the whole time that he worked. His face was focused on his task as he applied the glamour and spoke. Hammond had earned respect from Fia with his skills over the time that they had known each other. He had saved many of their lives and a great deal of the time seemed to be under appreciated. Since Fia had had respect for this trickster she did not allow herself to dwell on the images she received from him when he touched her, instead she pushed them away.

When he was finished she stood up and casually touched her face. It felt the same, she would have to keep them from touching her. It was an easy enough task, most people did not like being to close to strangers. Raising her hand up higher she pulled the veil back over her face. "When you are ready to inform come and find me." With that Fia turned and left Hammond's tent to give him time to himself.

Fia walked through the ground sure footed and seemingly on a mission with her quickened pace. There was a lot she needed to look into. New people, deaths, hunters and even the show that had to be preformed. Even though the show rarely involved her unless they wanted to really spook the audience with her crows and 'mind reading'. She did not like the crowds though, except for the children that came.

Blaire scoffed. "Och aye? Seems like a lovely idea to start shootin' in the presence o' Hunters! They'll flock to us like bears to a pot o' honey. And once they find the silver bullets, there's gonna be questions, isn't there? The hunters are in the main tent, I think, and if they're in there and we're in here than this place is prob'ly a wee bit smaller than the main tent. On top o' that, he doesnae have any targets."

She tossed the dagger in the air idly, glaring down Rosalind with one of those irritatingly smug looks on her face. "Ye dinnae have to ask again because I bet the answer will be 'no' until the Hunters go an' shove off. But, seein' as though ye seem to be second in command around 'ere, I bet ye already thought about that." she finished sarcastically.

Malcolm slowly nodded his head in agreement, opening up his revolver's holster and taking it out. "Look, Rosalind. I would rather not cause unwanted attention with our, well, unwanted guests to be frank," he said after his sister explained on his behalf. "If you insist... I will demonstrate. We are just being cautious." He then placed his revolver back into the holster attached to his belt, sparing his sister a glance as he knelt down and picked up the bag, which she so lovingly tossed at his feet, and slung the strap over his shoulder.

"But first, I want you to tell me why you started hunting." Dawn wasn't shocked to hear him ask, but she hadn't been expecting it so soon. She had never really actually considered why she had started, it was just something she did. She was silent for a moment, her eyes locked on his, until she finally spoke.

"How could I not? After what happened, after seeing what's really out there.. Do you realize how many people could get hurt if we don't do something, if I don't do something? All I can think of is my family back home..." While everything she was saying was true, she knew the real reason but she kept quiet. "Why did you?"