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Imma post for Est. Also, I'm not available every Wed., so I'll do my best to post before that time.


Morris Circus: “Shrine”

Ignored, again. Man, this dude sure knew how to give the cold shoulder. “I don’t think we should be in this area,” Lute sighed as he followed Eric along with the rest of the group. Thankfully there weren’t any people this side of the circus to see them trespass, and although Lute wasn’t foreign to doing lawless acts, he still had a feeling that they should keep from doing suspicious things so long as they could. “And nobody’s listening to me. Surprise, surprise,” The virtuoso mumbled to himself as Eric and Syed entered a vibrant red tent. He shook his head then stepped in after them.

His first reaction was that it was all too same everywhere. The scents, the flowers lilting down from the ceiling, not to mention that maddening shade of red; it was too much all at once. Lute covered his nose and the scowl on his lips with a hand, the other one fanning the air in an effort to get this heady odor away from him. “Talk about weird,” He mumbled as his eyes took in the neat rows of dolls lined up after another, discomfort visible in his features, and mustered the nerve to approach the far left of the tent. Porcelain ladies with vivid wedding gowns adorned this part, complete with a motley of blurred pictures fanned out above them. ‘Remind me why we’re here again? This place screams crazy, pal. Better hightail it out of here unless, y’know, you like dolls? And, speaking from experience, I know you don’t. Unless you’ve had a change of heart, now that would be something,’ Delilah murmured and the virtuoso turned towards his companions, spurred to leave before the owner of the tent caught them rifling with his/her possessions.

“That’s sick,” Lute’s eyes widened as he approached the painting. He didn’t realize that Syed was glaring at it, nor did he feel his own face twisting up in disgust. A by-the-book approach would have him leave the tent as soon as possible, but personally
 He shook his head. It wasn’t good, forming an emotional attachment to the mission, and yet when he thought of his sister garnering this same sort of attention
 Nobody should have to go through this. When ribbons of electricity slashed through the items in the tent, the virtuoso didn’t make a move to stop the destruction, only wringing his arm when a stray bolt grazed past it before hotly crashing into a glass doll. “Are you finished?” Lute evenly asked Syed when it looked like he had calmed down, and then turned for the exit. “Let’s go. We can’t have any of the staff apprehending us for property destruction and,” He paused and then added, “when we find out who made all this, it would be satisfying to see their face.”

Without further words, Lute returned to the field and walked towards Eric and Xandra. “Is it time for the main performance yet? Let’s go check out the other tents over there,” He beamed and directed them towards the other plainly-colored tents. Now, these ones hardly looked special and were probably only involved as dumping places for supplies, but it didn’t hurt to be sure. Lute disappeared inside the biggest one, darkness spilling out from within when the tent flap was raised, and the sound of someone hitting the floor immediately resounded.
Oh, okay! I'll go work on mine then~

Edit: Poooosted! Now it's time to play Who's The Big 'Ol Creeper feat. Lute, Syed and everyone else.
Hey, everyone! Just here to clarify that it's a-ok to start heading to the museum now.
I'm fine all days except Wed., but I might skip on Tue. and post on Wed. since our PolSci class got transferred to the Tue-Fri 5:30 - 7:00 PM time slot. We have daily quizzes and stuff on Wed., not to mention that it's 12 hours in school, so yeah. Either Tue. or Wed. is a shit day, but I'll most likely skip one and post in the other. Sorry for the ditzy explanation. orz
Eugh, readings. Good luck with those, Michi! :O Hope this ain't permanent.

Oooh new player.


Morris: Circus

Whoa, the man practically lifted him up with just a hand! Although he should have anticipated that level of power seeing how muscular Abram was, being plucked by the collar was a startling but fun experience for Lute. “Oh wow, can you do that ag- Oof!” Asides from effortlessly slinging lanky white-haired boys off of the ground, the animal tamer apparently packed one helluva back slap too. The virtuoso felt like one of his ribs got dislodged.

Just a bit more before Lute was about to start yet another bout of cuddling and poring over Pandu, a man with an intimidating aura entered the area and recalled Abram. With a mere gesture, all of the beasts moved away from them and made for the big tent. “Bye, have fun!” Lute made a mental note to check in on the main performance once it started, and then redirected his attention to his comrades once Abram and his ‘children’ were out of earshot.

“I’ll go follow sir Coil in case he, er, goes on a milk shake rampage and destroys his bowels again,” Lute chirped and ran after Eric. “Hey, wait up!” He managed to catch up pretty quickly and tapped the older man on the shoulder as he hadn’t really gone that far yet, “could you wait for everyone else? But, now’s as good a time as any to ask which place seems the most suspicious to you. We can start off there.” While he waited for Eric to respond, the virtuoso glanced over at Moira, Syed and Xandra. Yes, they can do their own method of investigation, but he hoped that someone accompanied him. To be honest, the man didn’t look so good. Probably had another upset stomach or something.
Oookay, I'll get my post up and (somewhat) move our group away from that area. Sorry, was pretty busy researching stuff.
Nah, it okay and I get it. The only day I won't be able to post is Wed., so I'll be able to push in something later.


Morris: Circus

“Who’s the cutest panda? WHO’S THE CUTEST PANDA!? Yoouuu are!” In contrast to his previous actions earlier, the virtuoso was now enthusiastically rubbing his cheek against the nearby panda’s head. It let out a soft grunt and bumped its nose against his cheek. “Awwww, you like me dontcha? I like you too!” Who thought that this circus would be a petting zoo as well?

From her place, Delilah had no choice but to watch and sigh as Lute cooed at the panda whom he had now nicknamed Pandu. ‘Sometimes I think you’re bipolar. Terrified of shit one second, cuddling it the next,’ She muttered. The virtuoso, true to her observation, was oblivious to her remark now that the elephant had its trunk resting down on his head like a scarf.

“DAHAHAHA! Aren’t they all so precious?”

“Yeah, theyyy areee!” Lute sat up and proceeded to intone ‘squish squish squish’ noises under his breath as he poked the elephant’s trunk as it was now ruffling his hair. “Hi, Abram! And, uh-,” He noticed the odd look Moira had on her face and stared at her. Oh wait, could she be
? Oh. Ohhhhh. Yeah, better not intrude. “Hey Syed, you think you can get up? Xan, sir Eric, could you, uh, help us?” The virtuoso poked his head over Pandu’s head at their other companions and waved. While he was doing so, Pandu bumped his shoulder with a paw and the young man turned to look at the ground. Apparently he fell on a bunch of
 leaves? Is this bamboo? He did crash into some barrels earlier
 Lute pulled it from the ground and offered it to the bear, who grunted appreciatively and sat down on the ground, allowing him enough space to stand up and look about. Pandu was, for the most part, now more engrossed in its meal.
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