[IC] The Dark Circus

[Canidae]

The young man side-eyed the mysterious cloaked figure with the whip, giving him a slightly fearful glance. He then grabbed a broom propped behind him and quickly held it out to the small grey creature, hoping to appease it."Forgive us, spirit, this one here sounds a tad brash."

[Canidae]

Another double post -_- I'm gonna get this checked out

[Dealdric]

Quaver

"I am Quaver the Entertainer! Spokesman and Ringmaster, fire-spiter and tight-roper! Clown and buffoon! A demon grey, but of mystic human make! Ha ha!" His staff fell and plunged next to him, which he promptly jumped onto and balance on, eye to eye with the man in the suit. He popped his right eye out, which now that it was, obviously crystal unlike the other, which had a pupil. He tossed it before the man, allowing it to bounce and catch it with his socket. He jumped down and leaned on his staff, then looked into the shadows.
He cupped his hands around his mouth and pointed at the suited man. "It appears like dust with lots of musk! It snaps and snarls, but sounds like scrap and family pearls! Ain't that a drab?" He turns and grins cruelly at the man, hoping his insult worked.
He quickly grabbed the broom from the other and swept the shards away with a flick, before tossing the broom behind him, watching it tumble.

[Wh0IsThere]

The cat watched as one being after another entered its tent. The cat sighed and looked over at the shadow creature. "There I did my part. You think she'd be happy? People and creatures are coming in." The shadow creature chuckled a bit sliding up next to the floating cat. It shook it's head. "Nah You need more Cat. That funny talking goblin is pretty interesting though."

The cat looked over at the being known as Quaver with a small sigh. "There is no ringmaster at the moment. Well I might be the closes thing to a ringmaster. This is my tent but I have no intentions of putting on a show. This is just a place where the odd can meet up. The things this tent can attract makes this place a circus without putting on a show."

[Shadow Dragon]

"Do you need a Beastmaster, my feline friend?" He cracks his whip again, and large shadowy creatures crawl out of the darkness around him, sitting beside and prowling around him. He whispers to them in a growling tongue, and they "talk" back to him in the languages of their kind. "I can assure you, my creatures are the most fantastical spectacle in my world."

[Dealdric]

Quaver looks at the floating cat, shocked. Then he blew up. "No show? NO SHOW!? But if there's no show, then the only point is to do things like this!" He popped his eye out and threw it at the cloak figure, watching it bounced off his back and back into his hand. He showed the eye back into it's socket then snapped his fingers and a mound of rocks opened up next to him and several creatures similar to him, only brown and wearing rat fur, popped out carrying drums and a harp to big for them. They set up around the mound and started playing a fast passed rough tune and Quaver turned to them. "The Best show of the earth, but with no audience at all. But now that Quaver's here with worth, he's bouncin' off the walls!" The brown creatures looked at Quaver, pointed and laughed. The Netherworld jester did not enjoy this.
"The Minions brown, the brutes proud! Tougher than rocks, but just as smart! Wearin' crocs, and smellin' like farts! Bwahahah ha hah!" The brown ones stopped their laughing and brought out wooden clubs. The largest one, only 4 feet tall, pointed with a raspy, light-pitched war-cry, and all of them charged at Quaver. The grey demon's ears dropped and he cursed before turning and running in a circle around the group, with the browns chasing him. "GNARL! IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, CALL OFF YOUR DOGS!!!"

[Wh0IsThere]

The cat first turned to the beastmaster and let out a small sigh. "No offense but the kind of kocreatures that would normally find their way here on the levels of eldritch horrors. They arent something that can be manipulated so easily." It said as it motioned to the brastmasters own shadow creatures.

The cat then turned to face the being calling itself Quaver. "As for you I don't even know where to begin. I won't be putting on a show. Too much work." The yellowed eyed shadow creature rolled it's eyes and hissed at the cat. "Then let them put on a show. Who knows cat it might bring some one in You're really to give this realm away to." The cat thought about it for a moment before nodding it's head. "Fine do as you wish."

[Mogget]

"...So the purpose of this tent is like a chatroom?" The man asked slowly and unsure. He looked at Quaver's eye squelching show with some horrid amusement, "...Can...Can you do that again?" He asked him.

[Shadow Dragon]

"What is a....."chat room?" Can you only talk when fully enclosed?" He laughs. "I can control anything, given a few minutes with it." He looks at the cat and laughs softly. "Eldritch horrors? Eldritch they may be, but horrors? I think not."

[Wh0IsThere]

The cat didn't respond to either of them. It just floated off deeper into the tent to disappear for now. It's shadowy friend stocked around. His yellow scanned the room taking everyone in. "I just can't wait to see what you all have in mind. Hopefully it's good so we can draw in more odd ones. Maybe put that cat in a less grumpy mood."

[Canidae]

The young man raised his eyebrow as the theatrics continued. The goblinoid was full of tricks, it seemed. The cloaked man seemed to have dominion over the beasts, and the cat sounded like the ringleader of this whole charade.

"So...you're tryin to bring in more 'odd ones'?" the dark haired man said slowly, still trying to process everything. He wasn't quite sure that he was in the right place, but he was interested in what this shadowy man was orchestrating here.

[Mogget]

"...You don't know what a chat room is like?" The man asked, his thoughts clicked into place. "I don't even know your name." He said at last.

[Shadow Dragon]

"My....name? I can't pronounce it in this tongue. The closest translation I can think of is Shadowmaster."

[Dealdric]

After appropriately tricking his brethren home, Quaver looked at the shadow with hopeful eyes. "OH BY VESSPIAN'S MISTRESS! HURAY, HURAY! We get ta' put on a show!" He promptly does a little jig and juggles his eye and two orbs of energy.

[Wh0IsThere]

The shadowy figure chuckles a bit and leaned in real close to Quaver. "I just hope it's a good show. No one likes to have thier time wasted." It said before disappearing and and appearing next to the dark haired on with a wicked grin. "Yeah this place was meant for odd ones. It's the reason that talking cat owns this place. He's an odd one. It used to belong to a friend of the cats but she's been long gone for a very long time."

[Mogget]

"Alright... Shadowmaster." The man in the suit said, his eyes were drawn to the show once more. He was silent as he was entranced by it, then his brain realised what it should do next. His mouth worked quietly as it tried to form the words; "My... my name is Uasal."

[ReveTheDreamer]

Another stranger waltzed in, with hair the color of flames in the most ridiculous cut, shaved on the sides aside from their sideburns, which were also dyed in an obnoxiously bright shade of yellow. They had several face piercings to boot, and nothing they were wearing was free of rips, aside from their studded leather jacket.
"What's happenin' in here?" They asked in a thick southern accent as they walked further in the room. "I would say I hope i'm not interrupting, but who am I kidding, I love it if I am." They laugh and elbow the man with the grocery bag in one of his hands. He seemed to have a decent head on his shoulders, even they could recognize that. "So really, whats happening in here?"

@Canidae

[Canidae]

"I see. Do you know what happened to this friend? Perhaps I could help."
The man was startled when he felt someone elbow him lightly in his side. He turned to look and saw that there was someone else standing next to him. "Oh, uh, hey there. Didn't see you coming. I don't know if I'm the right person to ask about what's happenin', but I'd reckon that the tall shadow here," the dark haired man gestured towards the shadowy appiration next to him. "wants to gather up all these "odd ones". Haven't a clue what that means, really. Sorry." The man drawled in a low, quiet voice. "My name's Haireth, by the way." He added, shyly.

[Shadow Dragon]

He snarls, and clicks at the end. Two shadows peel off from the rest of the group, and orbit over his head.

[Dealdric]

Quaver jumps onto the fiery-haried newcomer's back. "What have we here? A doe, A deer? A Barbequed deer? With flames like that, I best hide my hat!" He popped his eye out and held it in front of the man's face. "Hmm...not much meat on him though. And enough metal to make a blade! Phewy!"