Sirius - Ring of Evil

[antiXtobi]

The great carnival of chaos is about the size of a city now. The most maniacal display in all of Prim. The ring features many talented performers as well as the freakiest of fiends. The spectacle is not to be missed, and it tends to leave some audiences with deadly levels of excitement.  

[Keimiku]

"Well that was quite the escapade. I seem to have been summoned here after my shop teleported. I wonder why I was drawn to these parts. No matter, the circus is in town, and I have not seen it for a while. I might as well stick around for the show" said Damara.

 

[Vivant Reve]

"And what a marvelous show it will be!"

To the left in her left peripheral vision a top hat that once sat on the ground rose up into the air beside her head. As the top hat floated upward a man appeared from his shoes up and the hat came to rest upon his black white streaked hair.

"Why hello there and welcome."

He slips her a sly smile

"Oh such a bright color, what brings you to this place?"  

[Keimiku]

I have no idea. I was just conversing with a rude aristocrat from Jego and when I was done, I suppose I thought of this place at the last moment. You're quite... flamboyent?

 

[Vivant Reve]

He looks at her inquisitively as if entertained by what he saw before him. Smiling again, he puts his hands together.

"I shall take that as a compliment, after all, one who means to cause laughter and excitement must be a bit eccentric....clearly the circus called you here, perhaps there is something you seek? All lost things can be found here in the ring."

He looks at her knowingly

"Or perhaps it simply meant to provide you with a means of escape"  

[Keimiku]

It was a compliment, sir.
I think it was, Jego is quite the bureaucratic place.

 

[Vivant Reve]

"Not one for bureaucracy then? Well here one only answers to his heart.....and the ringmaster occasionally."

He nonchalantly reaches his hand into his hat and pulls out a cane which he stands straight up on the ground. He then sits down upon the handle and looks up at her as he laxly laid his foot atop his knee

"My apologies I have yet to introduce myself. You may call me Oliver, and what is your name?"  

[Keimiku]

My name is Damara. Looks like you've got everything in there, don't you?

 

[Vivant Reve]

"I wouldn't quite say everything."

He grins and hops down off the cane.

"But I do have some lovely assortments of tea, and mints. The show won't start for some time. "

Replacing the cane, he pulls a small step stool out and places the hat upon it, gesturing toward it.

"Would you be offended if I offered you some while you wait, Damara?"  

[Keimiku]

"No not at all Oliver."

She places a coin in his hat for the tea.

"So are you new around here, I haven't seen you in the show before."

 

[Vivant Reve]

"Most splendid, right this way then, but watch your step."

He takes his left leg and steps into the hat. He continues to talk as he reaches back with his right arm to politely take her hand.

" It is funny you should ask. I am new here indeed. The ring has been my home for only two months now, and I have grown to love it here."  

[Keimiku]

"A normal person would be much more cautious, but I can see that you don't wish to harm me... not yet anyway."

 

[Vivant Reve]

"I didn't think you were a typical visitor, and right you are, no harm will come to you from me."

He guides her toward the hat so she may step down ahead of him  

[Keimiku]

"I said yet. I never said at all, I doubt you could predict your own intentions so far ahead. Thank you, you are quite the fine gentleman."

 

[Vivant Reve]

"You're very confident in what you say so I will assume you can see things I cannot but let us hope that my intentions never stray to such things."

They step down a small flight of stairs into a large, brightly lit room. As they enter he reaches outside and grabs the rim of his hat and pulls it in, placing it on his head. In the center of the room is a white table set with two wooden chairs. At the far end of the room, nearest the table, is a large fireplace with a mantle above it. The mantle holds several strange objects one of which seems to be a skull with a flute draped across its teeth. On either side of the room are two book cases overflowing with novels from books on alchemy to recipe journals. In front of one such book case is a bar, made of oak wood. A stove sets beside the bar. The walls are painted peach above wood siding, and on them hang all sorts of pictures and trophies from less than legal ventures. One might notice that the crown molding and the crystal lighting really are most exquisite and add a look of fragile elegance to the strange room.