Chibi Jollin--
The ship hit the docks with a resounding thud. The passengers seemed just as excited as the people who had waited for its arrival. Many colorful characters crowded together on the deck of the ship, fighting for a look at the edge. A burly man with only a small tuff of lime green hair called down, "Eh, you Americans aren't so great ya know! I think Ir'lands much prettier!" His accent was extremely thick and it seemed the mass of people around him on the ship who murmured their agreement had the same sound to their voices.
"Agreed Tank!" one female voice called above the rest. A woman with purple hair tied up in a loose bun pushed her way through the crowd, "They think they're better than the rest o' the world. Well, we're here to show 'em what Ireland can do."
"Shush Penny," a teasing voice sounded, "Don't want 'em to hurt you..."
The crowd of passengers burst into boisterous laughter just as the steps to lead them off the ship were lowered. However, the strange Irishmen weren't the first things to exit the ship, but a couple of lions, tigers, horses, and other exotic creatures followed by the first human who was holding a leash with them all on it. Whenever one of the animals started to get riled up, he would seemingly growl, roar, or whinny at it and it would stop.
Then out filed a very strange looking bunch, all with bright hair, strange clothing, and an obscure personality to match.
A man with a sash over his chest reading mayor left the crown of onlookers and met the group of travelers, "We have heard so much about you, and are happy that this is your first stop on your first world tour!"
The next morning a huge red big top seemed to have been set up over night on the beach. It was surrounded by brightly lit rides and smaller tents with colorful signs above the doorway. A tall fence surrounded the area and a gate was in front with a giant red banner over it. The purple haired girl from the ship stood in front of it. She wore a chain mail dress that ended halfway down her thigh and a red leather tunic was set over it with a gold trimming. Her leather boots crunched in the sand as she paced back and forth, sword resting on her shoulder. Her green eyes glared as she saw the first crowd of people heading for the gate.
They stopped in front of her and eyed her weapon. "What?" she snapped, her accent just as thick as it was the day before, "Do you want in or something?"
The people simply nodded quickly, frightened.
"Oh!" she said and smiled. She raised her sword and the people cringed. Then quickly she turned around and slashed down on the metal chain that was around the gate doors.It seemed a second of suspense passed after the metals clanged together, and then the chain fell apart where the sword had hit it and the doors swung open to reveal the colorful people inside. Some doing handstands some riding animals and their laughter filling the air.
The purple haired girl took a step backwards through the gate. Her smile widened and she flourished her hand to the wonders behind her, "I'm Dramatik, and welcome to Cirque des Trèfles!"
The Ring Master played a different part in this particular circus - he was a conductor, but instead of signaling shifts in notes he brought in the different acts at the perfect, most exciting time!
The show started in a wonderful chaos, multiple acts going at once. Tank was wrestling with an elephant and winning, a young girl dressed up as a clown was speeding around the room at unimaginably fast pulling pranks on the other performers, a man did flips on the tight rope with ease, and the trapeze artist seemed to fly across the tent! The crowd was in awe. But as amazing as this performance was, it was time for a different act.
The stage emptied, except for the clown who was caught in the center with a spotlight. As she up at looked at the audience in confusion, a knife went through the clown's hat! The rest of the stage light up as a loud crunching of boots was heard approaching. Dramatik entered the light, looking sinister and full of rage. And this angry woman had in her hand... five blades. The clown tried to back away in fright, but she ran into something. Her back was against a circular board that looked suspiciously like a wheel. Dramatik smiled nefariously and threw all the knives in one clean motion...
Two caught on the clown's sleeves, two on her legs, and one on her already punctured hat, holding her to the board. Then mysteriously, the board started to spin all on its own. The poor clown was turning in circles ever so fast and Dramatik threw knife after knife at her. It was impossible to see where the weapons had landed.
Finally, Dramatik ran out of knives and the board came to a stop. Knives outlined the clown perfectly, but none had touched the skin. The clown tore her bright clothes as she pried herself from the wheel and fell to her knees. Satisfied, Dramatik started to walk off the stage. But when her back was turned the clown stood up suddenly and wrenched a knife from the wheel and threw it directly at Dramatik... The purple haired woman turned around, her face showing no fear... and she caught the blade between two fingers... She walked out with the clown staring at her in surprise.
The crowd, which had been silent during the whole suspenseful act, burst into cheers.
Then the Ring Master spoke in an unearthly loud voice over the applause, "And finally, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome... the magician... ELBARODA!"
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