[Kit Apparently]

*makes up for lack of earlier hype with very enthusiastic hype*

LET US BEGIIIIIINNNNN

[Godal the Father of Death]

(Well I’m starting this)

A train was going through the tracks and painted on the train was bright colors of animals and clowns. It was a circus train and in of the train’s cart was a single man who towered over most men. He was muscular, tall, and had short black hair. He stared at his mirror playing with his fingers as he thought a new life in the circus as Bobby . He was not like most men because he wasn’t a man at all, he is a android. His memory chip was reset to nothing and all he knew was how to talk and the concept pf life and death. He was founded by a group of teens who sold him the the circus. There he was taught many things. He found many likes and dislike but fully knows that it can be erase from his memory. On the back of the android’s neck was engraved to say, Blaze Prototype #000. He goes by the name of Bobby that was given to him by the ring master and his stage name is the Man of Flames. The train stopped and Bobby’s cart opened. He stepped outside and sees a small town where they are going to preform. He smiled and told his ring master, “Hey boss I am going to look around.” The ring master nodded as Bobby walked to the town.

(There let the hype train move)

[Irrbloss]

((Joins in on the hype train, chanting Eridan’s name. Sweet Sea Prince, ALLOW US TO ROLEPLAY TO OUR HEART’S CONTEMPT OH PRINCE OF HOPE))

[Irrbloss]

((Already then i guess someone started sooooo joining in! Prince of Hope took too long))

[Irrbloss]

The girl walked out of the baker’s shop with a basket (almost) full with sweets(since she had eaten some while inside). The pastries burst with the yummiest of flavors, and not only that but the texture was so soft whilst some crunched away, but that was what gave them each various different identities, one frostier or glazier than another. Looking at it, the Frettela was her favorite. She loved the strawberry cheesecake and the apple pie, but nothing beat the delicacy of the ‘ little balls of heaven’ or so she called. It wouldn’t be a surprise in the least to say food was a big part of her life. Kronie Hansen was unconditionally in love with food. Especially Italian food. She could never hate Italians after she tried things like the Frettela; truly a piece of heaven. The food romantic was a true sucker for- well, food, but she was also more than willing to share some of hers with others if they needed it. Thankfully, she wasn’t one born with a liking to oppress people; quite the opposite actually, she loved helping them(and just loved people overall), a big advantage on a evil world.
But food wasn’t the only thing Kronie loved. She was thankful that she didn’t take after the fat people in her family because of all the ‘junk’ she ate; looking sharp was something she had learned from her late mother,and her style was something she treasured almost as much as food. Almost.
But with clouded skirt and heeled shoes, she thought she was doing fine.
Kronie popped another Frettela in her mouth before looking about this part of town. She usually came through here to visit the baker’s shop, so it wasn’t unfamiliar, but something about that sign on the side of the road seemed off. That wasn’t there before and she was drawn to it like a fly. “Circus in town?” She wondered aloud as she read it, mouth full with Frettela. A huge grin sprawled on her face and she almost did the unladylike action of have her sugar drop from her lips. She gulped down her last bite and clapped her hands. “What a breakthrough, this is pawesome!”

[Whatsyourface]

In the town was a young girl wandering about in a dark alley. The alley is dirty and hardly anyone can see in it. Hardly the type of alley most people would walk through. Mirabelle was skipping through the alley as she saw a black rat twitching on the floor, breathing intensely. She stopped and stooped down to the rat, looking on it with some sorrow and pity in her before gleeful eyes, as if she could feel it’s pain. “It’s ok.” She says as she gently pick the rat up with her two small hands. It drooled from it’s mouth onto her hands and looked at her with one eye. Mirabelle then opens her mouth and slides the rat in. She does not chew as she swallows it whole, her jaw stretching very wide. She swallows as it slides down her throat, it visibly buldges as it does, the tail hangs off her lips and she sips it in as soon the rat goes all the way down.

Mirabelle then stands up and now walks. Where Mirabelle walks in the alley and then walks out the alley. When she leaves her footsteps make a fungus, as it begins to glow a dim blue. This fungus begins to glow all over the alley and into. Some people looked at her as she goes into the street. Wondering what this little girl seemingly fully content is doing walking through the street. Mirabelle sees a bakery and her mouth waters. She scampers over to the front of it as people walk by at her. She then stands looking at the window. She stares intently at cake and cookies her mouth watering on the inside. She shapes her hands on the window and looks inside trying to see better. She gulps the drool down and licks her lips a little. Then frowned. She didn’t have any money. She frowned and sighed as she took her face away from the window. Then walks around and moved on. She walks down the streets and sees a poster. It looks like the circus is in town. “Clowns. Animals. Man of flames….That sounds fun!’ Mirabelle thinks now smiling.

She walks around a corner scampering along searching for where this circus might possibly be when she bumps into someone and falls back on her butt. She looks up at the huge man she sits before and her eyes get wide and her mouth hangs open for a moment. He is the man of flames front the picture. Before he even helps her up she springs up to her feet pushing off her arms and almost propelling herself a few feet in the air for a second.”I’m sorry mister! I didn’t mean to bump into you! I’m sorry! Are you the man of flames from the picture?” Her words begin to mush together into one giant sentence of excitement. “The man of flames from the picture who’s gonna perform in the circus for a huge crowd OH YEAH ummm…” She slows down. “I was wondering if…ummm you knew where the circus was mister…?” Mirabelle looks down and swivels her toes on the ground a bit and puts her hands behind her back. She is a bit embarrassed at how excited she was an is a bit self conscious. She looks up at him “Your him….right?”

[Irrbloss]

Kronie saw the little girl from the corner of her eye, but paid her no mind as she stood by the circus sign and munched on some peanut butter cookies. She pondered about the circus, and how she would love to go and make a change for once in her life… not really, she had plenty of exciting things hanging but still, circuses were fun. She now noticed the girl standing next to her, looking at the same poster. “What a cutie!” She thought to herself, smiling at her for a second before turning back to the poster and sighing. She had to make plans for this. She slipped out her phone from her pink jacket, which had a cupcake on it, and took a picture of the poster for further reference. The problem was… the address wasn’t very clear, or she hadn’t heard of it before maybe because she had only lived in the area for a couple months. It would be nice if she could figure it out, or maybe ask someone who might know, but she was clueless on who, so she tried looking it up online only to find that it was a traveling circus that had no exact location of performance. She sighed again. That was very fishy, as if only a handful of chosen people were to go there. She would figure it out, it shouldn’t be that hard. Maybe it was a bad poster and there were more better ones out there. She found she didn’t have anything better to do so she walked around, eyes alert to see if she could find anything else on the circus.

[Godal the Father of Death]

Bobby stared at the little girl here bumped into him and gave her a smile. He kneel down beside her and with a 50s announcer voice, “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages.. Its the main event of the night and he’s fired up. He is the man of fire, the human torch, the hottest man alive!! HE IS BOBBY, THE MAN OF FLAMES!!” He laughed and rubs the girl’s head. He felt how oily her hair was and how messy she looks. “Well today is your lucky day little missy because the Man of Flames is in a good mood,” he said as he pulled out his wallet and took out a circus ticket and hands it to her. After put his hand up to his face then it went a blaze. A multi color fire appeared and Bobby was moving through his finger like it was nothing more then a stick. He stopped and stood up, “Just follow the sound of clowns and lions or the bright lights and our red tent.” He smiled and rubs his head, “Well maybe if you’re lucky, I can give you a chance to meet the circus crew.” He took out a random amount of money and gave it to the girl, “Here you go. I just gave you a random amount so go buy some food.” Bobby gave the young girl a winked and walked away, “See you at the show.” Poor girl, no family, no friends, and I bet by the way she look she hasn’t eaten for days Bobby only got that idea by the way she looked and smelled. On the back of the ticket was a small map to the circus.

[Whatsyourface]

Earlier Mirabelle looked back at the woman, and smiled back at her for a moment as they both stood at the poster before she left.

Mirabelle smiles her embarrassment leaving as soon he smiles at her. She smiles as he announces to her giggling through it and giggling more as he rubs her hair. She sees him pull out the ticket and her eyes get wide and her jaw hangs opens. She reaches out and takes the ticket and looks down on it and flips it over seeing a map on the back and then looks up at this large man who was standing before her. She didn’t know what to say. She watches bobby’s hand as it lights a blaze and takes a step back for a second a bit frightened. She had fire used as a weapon against her before, but she was actually beginning to understand it, especially after having witnessed it in nature. She steps forward again and looks at the fire leaning close, but not close enough to feel any heat. “Wow…” She continues to watch it until he stops. She looks at him as he stands up.

As he explains to her where the location of the circus is she nods “OK!” She sees him take out his wallet and hands her money. Wow this man is really nice! Now I can goto the bakery. I should repay him…oh my gosh I forgot to thank him! As he was leaving “Thank you so much Mister! I…I won’t forget this!” She says waving at him as he walks off into the town.

She counts the money. “Sixteen dollars. Wow. This is a lot.” She walks over back into the bakery and towards the bakery. And walks out with slice of red velvet cake, two cupcakes and some bread all in a brown bag. She eats the bread first walking through the streets and i s gonna save some for later. She spent about 6 dollars on that. The rest she was saving for maybe some cotton candy. She started to eat the bread rolls as she was saving the sweets for the show.

She closes her eyes listening. Her enhanced senses allowing her to hear the animals of the circus.She then sees the lights in the distance and starts to make her way towards the circus. She was planning on cheering extra hard for the man. She nommed bread as she walked over towards the circus in a very bright mood.

[Irrbloss]

Kronie let her basket rest at her side; she didn’t want to eat it all in one go. She had walked the same way the little girl had before, not realizing it as the people went with her and against her on the sidewalk. The shops to the sides were colorful and pleasant and she liked being around them. Walking around the curb, the opposite way to her house, she saw the little girl again with a tall man. She could hear him talking about the circus as if he was announcing it to the people around, and walked closer, clearly he knew something about it. She saw him giving her a small piece of paper that looked like a ticket, and then toy with fire as if it was nothing more than air. She gaped at a distance and clapped. When she gets close enough, the little girl is already off with the money he had given her. The act warmed Kronie’s heart and she smiled. “Pawrdon me, sir.” She started. “Would you tell me where the location of the circus is?”

[NikkiUncensored]

Geminorum landed BOOM in the middle of a huge house.
“So this is what father meant by I’ll still be royalty…. still… why’d he have to send me to this piece of crap planet.. Why did my target have to live here.”, Geminorum said as she got up slowly. “And father could have gave me a better entrance, I already said sorry for stealing his sword.” As if to reply her, a quick flash of lightning slashed through the sky. Geminorum scowled and decided to walk outside.

When she got outside, she was instantly met with laughter, “It’s not Halloween yet little lady.”, one man said said with a smile. After about ten minutes of laughter and confusing stares, Geminorum noticed that people were talking about her clothes. Geminorum sheepishly stepped back inside and rummaged through the clothes that she received to fit in on earth. She walked back outside, this time met with blushes and shy gazes instead of laughter.

[Tsukuyomi “Nichts”]

Daybreak, afternoon, the rising sun on a days journey; the walking grounds for the diurnal. The light peaks as everything is illuminated and powered by the solar reign. But what was it to the nocturnal of the stark opposite, who dwells in the night and is guided by the lunar reign? An irritation? An inconvenience? The contrast that is created can be quite soothing, but never mind reliably shadow walking when there are so many gaps created by constant sunlight, or getting a decent meal when majority of the area’s inhabitants are up and about. No, going deep into the Shadow or Dream Realm at this time out in the open would take some work, much to the Lord’s dismay. He also has to keep his energy in check, otherwise he wouldn’t have a good amount in reserve for the hunt once dusk arrives. He shuddered as he sighed.

But no one could see him, really. He was in a dark alleyway, far in the corner where it was pitch black- or perhaps it was pitch because of his presence? The Phantom had dipped in and out of the shadows, walking with the humans to get a sense of where he had surfaced when he arrived in this… reality, then quietly- and literally- retreating back into the cool shade. His interest has been perked when he noted how peculiar this, ah, dimension was. Everything felt so familiar, yet so different all the same; so much so as the light and the dark. For a good while he had manifested in others’ shadows as they carried out their day, all without a single trace or notice- well, so long as they hadn’t paid mind to their shadows being the slightest of tinges darker.

Some of the most interesting of mortals- if he would be proper in inferring so- would be a peppy little girl, who so happened to have been residing around in the dark anyway due to her rather unfortunate situation of being homeless. He couldn’t quite put it, but there was just [i]something[/i] about her that got the Lord curious. She was active, constantly wandering and constantly pondering, and he directly and indirectly followed her for some time before she found herself speaking with a man, whom also struck the Phantom as odd. He- Bobby, the “Man of Flames” as he so dramatically dubbed himself- seemed to be a part of a residential circus, quite literally bursting into flames- as true to his name- to entertain and later advertise; he had to twist his shadowed form to reflect the billowing flames as to not draw suspicion, but shadow mimicry was part of his nature anyhow.

The Lord didn’t much care for the circus itself, but while he was more or less restricted to this urban area until the night falls, he soon relented enough to reside nearby the grounds. The creature of darkness lounged about in the shade, keeping his two points of interest somewhat in his view. A strange curiosity, though, when the sky had flashed for the briefest of moments. His shadowy silhouette was partially lit in that fraction of a time as he was just skimming the boundaries between the Shadow Realm and the Overworld, where he had almost swore to himself.

But… What in gods was that- lightning in broad daylight? He scoffed to himself as some lightning-attributed figures from his home dimension jokingly came to mind. Such an occurrence was very odd indeed, and he cautiously heightened his vicinity of perception to scan for activity, the shadows serving as a radar of sorts. He didn’t seem capable to discern much to be considered “out of the norm” due to being a foreigner in a dimensional level, but eventually he managed to sense a presence he knew all too well. He wreathed and withered in agitation at the possibility of her being here because of him, and once more the form of Nichts, the Lord of Shadows, was vaguely visible as a semblance of the Phantom that he truly was.

[Irrbloss]

(good grief, what a comment. Wow bro. That was just… pawesome)

[Godal the Father of Death]

Bobby stopped and stared at the girl then rubbed his back of his neck. He smiled then took out a piece of paper and a pen, “Here I’ll write it done for ya.” Wow news around here spreads fast he thought as he drew out a small map and then put his signature on it. “Just follow this or the sound of lions or the sight of bright lights.” He hand the girl the paper and held out his hand then makes a small pink flame in the shape of a cat, “Be sure to stay for the main event little cat lady it will be pawesome.” He smiled and gave the girl a wink as he continue his walk around tonight. He looked up at the sky nice people, warm air, and the smell of bread I could just live here.

[Whatsyourface]

Mirabelle walked through the street going towards the circus when she hears a large BOOM! and she could feel light vibrations and the directions they came from. Mirabelle stands there for a moment with a straight face that convey’s neither happiness or sadness. In her head she was hearing things she tried so very hard. Loud noises, that of yelling, gunfire and explosions. Words of a past life rung in her head as she simply stands there as the crowd walks her by.

“You are an almost unearthly abomination. You think we can just let something like you run free? Something that can do the kind of things you do, a blight on the face of nature? Your existence in itself is an affront to god. If you cannot be controlled, then you must be exterminated…”

Mirabelle stands there for 2 minutes or so wrapped in thought until someone touches her shoulder causing her to snap around gasping for a second. Mirabelle sees that it is only simple man. “Hey kid….you lost?” He asks her genuinely concerned for her. How often does one see a little girl of her age walking alone in the streets, let alone standing there stare into space. “…No. No I’m not. I’m fine, really.”

“Where are your parents kid?” “I don’t have any.” “Really?” “Yes…my mom died giving birth to me and my dad….I don’t know where he is.” Mirabelle did not like telling lies, and that was not a lie. “Well. If you’re not lost then kid, where are ya headed?” The man asks looking curious. “Oh, I’m gonna go look over there, then to the circus” Mirabelle says actually sounding happier simply because he is talking to her. “You have a place to stay?” Mirabelle paused for a second, and then her reply was “Sort of, but, Mister” she smiles “I have to get going. Thanks.” She turns around abruptly and lives. “Hey kid wait!” The man calls out. Mirabelle turns into an alley and runs. The man jogs behind her “Hey kid-” The alleyway is a dead end. He stops and walks in looking around it and she is gone. “What in the….” He looks strangely about the alleyway, then turns and walks back into the street. He lets out a sigh of defeat. He walked out the alley and had not much else to do, besides continue his day.

Mirabelle sees a crowd gathered. And she sees them all looking at this girl. People were blushing and it was awfully quiet for a little bit. Was she the source of this explosion Mirabelle looked curious as a guy’s face turned red. She never quite knew what this meant. However, everyone seemed to be staring at this girl, and what Mirabelle did know was what it felt like to be stared at. “HEY!!” Mirabelle says a bit loudly. “It’s not nice to stare at people!” A bunch of people looked at this random little girl who came from appearently nowhere. Mirabelle’s face straightened and she came became a bit more nervious and passive as all the older looked at her. “Get lost kid.” It felt almost like being hit. She felt it in her chest. Mirabelle then sifted through the crowd and ran off.

Later Mirabelle is standing on the rooftop of a two story supermarket near the circus with a rather gloomy and quiet air, alone, her bags with stuff she bought earlier sitting off to itself. They’re just mean…. she thought to herself. Mirabelle didn’t really want to care what they thought, she felt only the opinions of nice people mattered. They’re just a bunch of bullies. She thought to herself trying to ignore what they thought as she crossed her arms and grew red with anger making a pouting facial expression. She had been told simply before to ignore people like that for advice. But even if she did, she stilled cared about what they thought and she wondered why to herself. However, Mirabelle looked down to her belly. And she took a seat to herself. Suddenly not much of what had happened before mattered to her anymore

Mirabelle began to cough and hack to herself. *Hack hack* She took a deep breath within herself and focused. She wanted to do this right. She resisted the urge to cough as she closed her eyes and sat there on her knees for a few seconds. She tilts her head up, her throat tingling. *BLEH* Out of her mouth suddenly a head poked out. She spat and a rat jumped out of her mouth leaping off her tongue. *ahem* Mirabelle clears her throat. This rat was the very same rat she found before dying in an ally from starvation and disease. She had decided to swallow and nurture it from inside of her and keep it in a sac. She ate so that she could provide the rat with food, water and naturally produced medicine from her body.

She stared at the rat as it looked about and scurried around in circles in front of herself and smiled to herself giggling for a second. Mirabelle knew what death felt like from her past lives. It was very scary at first, the fear of the unknown. Of where you will go. Of who will miss you. However, soon you often are swept with a calm feeling, a feeling of peace and detachment from unearthly things. It was a peace so hard to fight, and it made the fear fade away. The feeling of knowing death’s embrace didn’t scare Mirabelle much at all. However, she couldn’t bare to watch the rat die like that. Cold, alone and so slowly. She felt if she could have so many chances at life? Why couldn’t other things sometimes?

“Go. Your free now. Go on.” She knew this rat could and probably would die off on it’s own. Poisoned, or killed by a person angry that it stole their food. However, at least when it would die, however it may die, it would die knowing that something cared for it. It was now immune mostly to disease and carried none on it. The rat didn’t leave Mirabelle however. It simply ran to her and on her foot. She stood up and it ran up her clothes. “Hey hey! Haha that tickles!” It comes from underneath her dress to the front of her neck nimbly and then climbs to her shoulder giving her little nips, licks and rapid nibbles to her neck that made her giggle. She took it from her shoulder and held it in her palm as it sat up. “Ok. If you wanna stay with me that’s fine too.” She puts it on her shoulder and reaches to her bag. And gives the rat a piece of bread and she out of sight walks off the building and drops 30 or so feet the rat clinging and she lands. As closes her eyes and listens, hearing everything of the city. She listens specifically for circus animals, and begins to walk towards the Circus again.