The Ringmaster was visibly confused by her reaction. As was the rest of the circus troupe.
The girl let out a sharp whistle and nodded towards the Ringmaster. <span class="mu-r">“Benga, Benga! You’re up.”</span>
You looked back towards the Ringmaster, only to find that a young girl with dark skin was now standing behind him. It seemed to surprise the rest of the RIngmaster’s cronies as well. When they warned him of her presence, he turned around sharply, backed up a few steps and gripped his cane like a baseball bat.
Despite this, the new girl boldly stepped forward in an almost casual manner and reached up towards his face. It was slow at first, and the Ringmaster was just about to swat her hand away, when it suddenly blurred!
For a split second, you actually lost track of it, and you momentarily forgot that you were surrounded by prospective enemies as you leaned in to get a better angle.
An anguished scream filled the air, and the Ringmaster fell onto his back, clutching his face and crying pitifully. Tears of blood came streaming down his face, and his circus troupe gawked at him, at a loss for how to react.
Slowly, everyone’s eyes went back to the new girl, and then focused on the two bloody, black and white orbs in her hands. She glanced down at them impassively, juggling between her fingers as if they were a pair of colorful marbles. Her expression hadn’t shifted in the slightest at any point during the event. She was like a sphinx. Even more so than Hill or Pandora.
Actually, no. That was wrong. She was expressing the slightest feeling of displeasure at holding the fake eyes. Less because her hands were covered in blood and gore, and more because she seemed averse to staining her white hoodie.
As the Ringmaster’s cronies rushed to his side, the one known as “Benga” looked around the room until her eyes locked onto you. She raised her hands slightly, apparently…offering the eyes to you to hold?
Didn’t she care that the other goons were closing in on her while she was distracted?
What will you do?
>Accept the eyes. It was gross as hell, but you could probably find a use for them later.>Deny her offer and point towards her friend. You don’t want to fucking hold those things.>Ignore the offer and take advantage of the momentary distraction to dispatch the remaining criminals.>Fire a pair of weblines at the boat prop dangling overhead and pull it down on top of the elephant.>Sit back and watch. You were curious to see how competent these guys were. If it started to look like they’d need your help, then you’d step in.>Write-in.Pastebins:
Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip 