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Multiple Settings 🎪 A Circusy Escapade 🎪 OFFICIAL GROUP ROLEPLAY

If the group wouldn’t let him stay, Weeld would. The clown knew that everyone has bad days, and that they could be hurt. It was always best to keep those people close, and never to shun them.

“I’m sorry that happened to you.” She replies solemnly. “You’re right about the circus, maybe everything wasn’t cotton candy and rainbows.” She gave a hefty sigh. “And since they did that to you.. that’s so.. s-so.. mean!!” She frowned angrily, she crossed her arms. “If I ran a circus, nobody would get hurt like that. I would make sure everybody’s okay..” she said quietly.

Sure she had been scared by the owl, it had flown close to her, Weeld already had a lot of worry on her mind for today.

Looking towards a bush, she noticed something in the distance. Walking over to it, she pushed the leaves and bristles apart. As the clown looked outwards, to a small town with a big clock tower in the middle. Her eyes went wide. “Whoa.. that place is beautiful..”

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*He walks over and looks down at the city as he offers weeld a piece of gum.* "Your first time seeing a clock tower? I guess you didn't get out much form the circus?" *He looks back at the group wondering something before he turns back to weeld.* "If that's the case your going be saying that a lot."
 

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*Sonnet lightly tapped Nate on the shoulder and whispered.* “She’s just a kid, let her gawk for a bit. Her old home just went up in smoke.”

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*Sonnet backpedaled a bit until she was next to Withers. She whispered in a low voice so Weeld wouldn’t hear.* “You seem to know that circus even better than the kid does. What kind of circus was that place? The more I hear about it, the less normal it sounds”
 




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Wither sighed, shrugging off Sonnet's comment. Weeld probably did know more, just wasn't fit for explaining everything since that clown saw everything brighter than what the circus really is. But once again, Wither hadn't really seen Weeld be a newcomer when he was at the circus, in fact, she's probably a senior if not for her height. She was possibly one of the main circus dancers-or maybe the director of clowns herself. Nothing was clear around here.

The upcoming clock tower seemed extravagant, but also another lead. If Weeld was right about the trail she slightly lost, maybe the culprit 'took' the tent else where as in here. But that seemed unlikely-at least in Wither's view.

"It isn't a normal place, but I'm afraid you're talking spout about my senior. She doesn't seem old, but she's been there longer than me. But it seems she hasn't been treated like most the workers. The tent loses members every year, I just so happened to be part of that batch. If it weren't for this group, I'd be thinking the tent being gone was completely fine. But Weeld seems so attached, I might as well help a bit out. But I'm not sure if following a trail is the best idea...I mean, how can a tent disappear and teleport somewhere else when it can just go through a different dimension and world. Unless it is restricted by the user of magic in the first place."

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She politely declined the gum as a slight irritated look crosses Weeld’s face. “No, it’s not my first time. I just happen to like towers like that, and I think it’s a beaut.” The jester said to him, whilst gesturing to the town. “And no, no I won’t.”

She turned to the group slightly. “Yea, the circus is VERY magical, pretty sure it was made by magic in the first place.” She rubbed her chin, thinking a bit. “Maybe some sorta evil magic took it to another universe, it’s a stretch kinda, but I dunno..”

Weeld faced the town again. “And Who knows.. maybe those folks down there know a thing or two about evil magic.”

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"Such caution friends, such clocktower people are either dangerous or of zero danger." says Pesh, right hand of such left elbow, and left hand of such right elbow. Such hands are then of Pesh and the curves of Pesh. Pesh walks quickly, then beyond such group toward such clocktower. Pesh thinks of large bells that are of some towers Pesh is fond of, of specificness the melodies of such bells. This tower, though, is of Pesh of scary vibes. Pesh hums subtly, such encouraging tune.

"I wonder if there are clues of such tower. I wonder if you shall all remain friends of me." Pesh starts, clasping such hands with eachother, similar of classical melody of branches of such tree, then looks back at such Wither, Weeld, Sonnet, and Nate, "We can exist as friends?" Pesh asks of subtle smile of closed eyes and tilted head, such expression after speaking. Pesh stumbles of large rock and then stands of such feet again. "Oops. I'm well, zero worries." Pesh says.

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Weeld gave a short gasp, her pupils widening as a grin spread on her face. “You’re absolutely right Wither, we SHOULD go in that clock tower!! Thanks for your help!!” He said kindly, then looked to the outskirts. “Well, no use dilly dallying now..” she said lowly. Starting to walk down the hill, as it was very difficult in high heeled shoes.

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"Whoa! Easy there, kid! You're liable to walk down the hill with your face instead of your feet in those shoes!" *Sonnet quickly ran down and took one of Weeld's hands so she wouldn't fall over. Internally, Sonnet was still wrapping her head around what was going on. A circus tent disappears? She goes to help to the carnies. That tracks. But it vanishing into a cloud of smoke like some kind of tacky magic trick? That was something different. And now they were just casually talking about evil magic like it was the most obvious answer in the world. Sonnet had seen some weird things on the road, but this could very easily take a spot on the podium.*

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*Then there was the friendly, enigmatic one, Pesh. The way she spoke felt ethereal or artificial, but she was very clearly warm and friendly. Just when Sonnet thought Withers was the strange one in the group. Nonetheless, she nodded and said "Sure" when Pesh talked about being friends.*
 




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Wither glanced at the tripping girl, finding it funny to see a clown in heels that tall. But that was clearly her job-to make it seem hilarious. Even so, it was rare to see a circus member in such footwear when doing performances. They mainly just put on some flats stripped in yellow and red or the theme colors. Clearly Weeld was probably doing a especially hard performance before the tent gone amidst the forest.

Luckily Sonnet held onto Weeld so the girl wouldn't fall over. Maybe he would've done the same, but that'd break his defensiveness. Though, Wither could picture Weeld as an almost younger sister-due to her tempting clumsiness.

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“It’s fine, I’m used to it. I’m a clown after all.” Weeld told Sonnet rationally, once the other took her hand, Weeld yelped, accidentally tripping herself as she rolled and rolled Down the hill. Once stopping, she wiped mud from her face, her tank top covered in stains.

Indeed, Weeld was short, though her shoes made her slightly taller. She wished she’d had Held onto her shoes instead of just walking down and falling with them. It was uncertain if she was actually clumsy, or if she was making a gag out of it..

She eventually stood up. “Don’t worry, I’m alive..” she said lowly, pulling leaves and sticks out of her hair, then, made a slow beeline towards the clock tower.

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Such watering of such flower garden, the water stains of the red and white wooden armoires of such watering, and then the cleanliness of the apartment of Pesh and the tremendous difficulty of such apartment as clean. Friendships vanished, regrets of the mind of Pesh though regrets forbidden of forbidding future accomplishment of aspirations, and money stress. Stress daunting and of muscles aching of strained eyes, then such music as subtle blessing of all such stress.

Pesh thinks of the stresses of Pesh although such is new of earth, new as the tent vanishing and earth with new brown earth opposite of elevation of earth surface.

It is Pesh trying of singing such falsetto, Pesh then of confidence of such stresses and current art of the sound from Pesh.

"It is the pink rose, dear."

Such voice is of zero raspiness, though this as zero more beautiful than one with voice of raspiness as the tremendous bravery and gift of singing beautiful of all. Pesh smiles subtly, strands of her hair tucked behind her ears pulchritudinous with such walking. "Excellent. We shall share such learning and ideas with each other soon!" Pesh says politely of Sonnet, greatly honored. Pesh thinks of such apartment that is home of the flower garden of Pesh, such tile and walls pink, light fixtures orange and yellow of retro, ombré appearance, and three unicorn paintings leaning of the floor. Pesh feels quite sleepy, though is surprised of thinking there is clock sounds of the clocktower.

"I am ready of use of magic of protection. Maybe we can alter time of such marvelous clocktower and maybe fix something broken or other, therefore reversing such of what has happened. " Pesh says, slight nod of such head, eyes pink like the rose, and unique like the flower roots.

Broken never the flower.

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Wither watched the 'young' clown dirty herself amongst the mud stained river-pooled ground. Her face and clothes itself got covered in an icky substance that he had no plans of getting near to. Yet, even so, Weeld ended up being too excited and headed straight for the looming clock tower. Sonnet was clearly trying to be the true adult around here, but Wither could see by far there were too many childish figures around here to count within the group. Maturing up before the beginning of this...'adventure', was technically a requirement.
 
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The clock tower was only a short distance away from the group. As the clown inched closer to the door into the tall tower. Pushing it open.

Inside papers were scattered, as some newspaper clippings were taped to the walls. There was a candle holder on a table nearby. Above, were spiraled steps going up and up to where the clock was located.

Weeld walked inside, showing no fear. As she picked up the candle, looking around.
 
Wither let out a whistle, a signature move some could say, through the echoing space. The clock tower's insides were spacious and dim, but huge just like it's outside. The papers gave a more librarian feel, as if the group was just settling on getting a book to check out just like one of those cheesy cartoons. In fact, he felt as if something stupid were to happen like in those types of shows-Wither wouldn't want to be caught dead in one of those idiotic stunts. The loud clamber of the doors opening sent a shiver spiraling down his spine, yet he kept his cool under these circumstances.

The fact there was so many papers around, and yet Weeld had picked up a candle made him rethink. As clumsy as she was, hopefully Weeld wouldn't drop the candle in such place.
 
She gripped on the candle, making sure to not drop it. As she looked towards the ascending steps. Slowly climbing upwards, clinging onto the railing. As she looked above, the bells could be seen.
 
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With dust bizarrely of dear correlation of fondness with Pesh, Pesh widens such eyes of breathing dust of walking with such group and adjusts such lips of left slightly of six seconds, then puts them as normal, such adrenaline of protecting such new friends beautiful of Pesh if such monster or other existence confronts them. It is confrontation Pesh often is unfond of, though this potential confrontation of monsters or other existences is similar of the hot sparks beside many fireplaces, beautiful as although Pesh is somewhat unstrong, Pesh is blossoming as protective, glimmer of pink, curious eyes lovely similar of steel fuschia shield shaped of heart of gold enclosement as subtle, such lovely gold heart of the center of such shield, subtle pyramid shaped gold shine emitting of such gold heart, then, such pyramid shine dim. Such wondrousness of protection of friends. Friendship dear of unconcluding care strenghtening.

Pesh steps safely of the stairs with her friends, hands as fists endearingly. Such circus job was of merely the money, as Pesh undoubtedly judged wrongly the audiences as it is such circus, though of current mood and such creaking sounds of clocktower starling Pesh, Pesh is wistful of the circus and such judgement and appreciation shines of Pesh dim, lovely similar of dim, light grey psychic sunray as shape of pyramid on pink roses, yellow glitter of such edges of fragile pink petals.

Petals fall of trees, and Pesh of such appreciation is beautiful similar of humankindness, the darkness of such clocktower unfrightening of the ember Weeld is with.

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Weeld had been continuing on slowly, but even that type of stealth didn't keep the bells of both of Wither's and her's accessories from jingling. The whole interior of the clock tower was enchanting, but even if the copper glow the candle gave wasn't enough. When he had looked up to see the huge bells, it gave the feeling of a phobia of big things. Wither hopped along the staircases and reached the top, the echoes of the lagging people's footsteps just behind and reaching the same point as him after a few minutes.

"Well, this is...a sight to see, no?"
 
“Yeah, it is.”

The clown replied to him, nodding. Squinting her eyes, she stared down the end of the room. Noticing something caught between the large hands of the clocks face.

Approaching closer, using her strength. She pulled a piece of paper out from it. As she went to read it, it was ripped out from a diary.. stating some things that had gone wrong from the circus.

“Hey.. This says something..! Could be a clue.” The jester shrugged.
 
"Well no duh, sherlock."

He muttered, but approached Weeld to look over her shoulder. The paper had plenty of writing on it, chiseled at the edges since it was torn. Some words had come across half written out, as if it was to be a puzzle piece that the group needed to solve. Like fill in the blank, or something. The non-clowns in the back would have more knowledge of how to do it anyways.
 
An embarrassed look crossed her face as he said that, giving a tighter hold on the paper, as she inspected it further. Taking in the fill in the blank style of the chiseled paper.

The first line had read: ‘What they seek, is the song of the _____.’

“Must be a rhyme..” Weeld pondered aloud to the group
 
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Of such beside Weeld, Pesh looked of the paper with saddened eyes. Pesh gasps subtly and of zero jaggedness of such voice. Such left hand is of front of Pesh and such face of Pesh, left hand as C resemblance, mouth of Pesh open subtly, and pink eyes of Pesh of frightened and capability of frightening water, such pink of eyes prominent and one subtle white heart of each eye of the pink beside such blacknesses of similar sides of such blacknesses of each eye signifying fright, eye facial features of regularness of Pesh, it such sadness of such eyes of Pesh with two backwards motions of the eyes of Pesh.

"I'm scared. I wish I was home." says Pesh, Pesh of zero tears falling of cheeks, sadness concluding of such healing, and left hand beside such Pesh of innovation of such paper.

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*Sonnet looked around at some the newspaper clippings around the room, seeing what kinds of stories this place held.* “What kind of clock tower is this?” *She thought to herself before following the others.*

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*As they reached the top, Sonnet looked around at the inner mechanisms of the giant clock. A steampunk marvel, to be sure. Artistic. She took out her notepad to scribble down some musical inspiration from this site before Weeld found a clue. She rushed over to her side and read the page with her.*

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*She gave Withers a quick scowl for his overly sarcastic remark to Weeld, but kept reading.* “A rhyme? Seems pretty simple. Words like peak, meek, unique, and so forth. The question is, how will we know when we find the right one?”
 
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Weeld looked around in the strange clock tower, replying to Sonnet. “I don’t have a clue..” the clown replied in curiosity.

The clown softly chuckled, from how silly the rhyme would sound with any word. “Haha, I’m actually not sure.. It could be possible that which word it is, doesn’t have to matter..” The jester told her.

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Of such beside Weeld, Pesh looked of the paper with saddened eyes. Pesh gasps subtly and of zero jaggedness of such voice. Such left hand is of front of Pesh and such face of Pesh, left hand as C resemblance, mouth of Pesh open subtly, and pink eyes of Pesh of frightened and capability of frightening water, such pink of eyes prominent and one subtle white heart of each eye of the pink beside such blacknesses of similar sides of such blacknesses of each eye signifying fright, eye facial features of regularness of Pesh, it such sadness of such eyes of Pesh with two backwards motions of the eyes of Pesh.

"I'm scared. I wish I was home." says Pesh, Pesh of zero tears falling of cheeks, sadness concluding of such healing, and left hand beside such Pesh of innovation of such paper.

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The clown turned towards her, walking over to her slowly, a concerned look spreading on her face. “Hey.. Are you okay? Where’s your home..?” Weeld asked quietly, frowning as she stared at Pesh with kindness in her eyes.

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