Multiple Settings 🎪 A Circusy Escapade 🎪 OFFICIAL GROUP ROLEPLAY

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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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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.

Pesh giggles.

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  Wither narrowed his eyes, _________________

  
  

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  "And there she's at it again, mentioning magic. But that must be the answer to our problems anyway. Yet it's not like we can wield any either. Are we going to be searching within these tall buildings holding the features of clocks, or are we going to just veer to the very outskirts and pay not attention to what the clocktower might hold?"
  
  His pupils dilated despite the time of day-or, well, night. If there were to be more people around here Wither most likely wasn't going to like it around here.
  
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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.*