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Phillis Circus: Horror Train
Trixie too was convinced that the ride had busted when something spoopy eyes crept up to the trio slowly, ever so slowly. Trixie's teeth chattered so loudly they almost echoed. Just when she was about to grab onto Lute's face again, the cart bolted forward and both guilders in the front row bumped against their seat. The prankster lolled her head as the ride pressed onward, trying to ease her dizzying vision.
The horrific ride continued on for some time with similar results (and continuously threatening glares back towards Lucien from Lute and Trixie), though it had reached its conclusion soon enough. Once they were hit with the outside breeze, the protection bars lifted and Trixie hopped out immediately. She laughed forcibly as she tugged Lute out with her while he was still caught unawares. "Hahaha! Ha! We- we did your dare, Lucy! We did it like pros! Super pros! Didn't we, Lu--"
"RROROOORORORO!"
"EEEEEEK!" A last-minute zombie manikin popped up from behind the trio's cart just before the horror house's exit, causing Trixie to scream yet again. She dashed down the steps and as far away as she could get before she tripped over. Trixie had managed to dash down to somewhere yet to be explored by the Pride, surmounted in more and more of those miniature tents. The fun house was just a walk away as well.
The clown sighed, his grouchy deadpan expression still unchanged. "Don't mind Duke. He does that sometimes." In response, the zombie groaned again and reeled back into his hiding spot.
Phillis Circus: Big Top
Thanks to Aria's magicry, the illusionist and swordswoman successfully snuck around the big top and into one of its multiple back entries with no obstacles. Though the duo had heard some rather loud noises emanating from the tent, the room they were currently in was void of people - only props and equipments lied about, some littered, some organized. Multiple rooms their area was connected to were blocked off by curtains. As the duo approached them, they could hear more noises - a voice, even. Particularly a male's, muttering sharply to himself.
The voice itself grew louder and louder, as did its accompanying footsteps. Just as Aria and Estelle prepared themselves for whatever was to come, one of the curtains burst open and a man wearing a pink long-sleeved shirt within a fancy black vest top stumbled forward. He fell flat onto his face, the baseball cap atop his head flying right off. He caught himself just as quickly and rose back to his feet, dusting himself off as he did so.
The young man looked the two girls in the eyes for a moment, before gasping and sweeping downwards for his cap. Then he looked the duo in the eyes again - though this time the panic was much more apparent. Worry lines etched along his eyes and forehead. "Nuts - please - please don't - ahgh, no I'm not running away, hah - hahaha! Why would you think that?? I'm just - I'm just finding a portapotty to puke in. Ate your nasty lunch too quickly and - nuts - please don't castrate me! I'll be ready for tonight's show, I promise! Chef's word!"
Light suddenly poured into the room from behind the trio. The curtains wafted open violently, and a tall silhouette filled the spot between where Estelle and Aria stood, landing on the firebreather. He gulped.
The overbearing figure wasted no time speaking. "And just what do you think you're doing here?"
"Nothing sir, sorry sir! I'm uh, I just uh, I just got off my lunch break and I'm--" the firebreather chattered before turning back around. "I'll be on my way, thank you sir!" With that he poofed behind the curtains in an instant, leaving nothing but a trail of dust.
Now that left the two clown-clad girls with red-coated ringmaster. The guilders turned to face him as he continued to speak, this time to them. His eyes were low and narrow, reflecting the seriousness in his regal tone of voice.
"And you two." Keeping his chin up, he eyed them top to bottom quickly, raising a brow. He had recognized that they were new faces - which worked in the guilders' favor, as many of the staff members tending to the attractions outside were also clowns. "We don't pay you louts to wander about. All meal breaks have come to an end by this time of day. Cease this lollygagging and return to your duty stations at once. Do not make me ask again."
With a distempered frown, he continued forward into the room and into a room different from the firebreather, his coattails dragging along with him.
