Pique (The Freak Circus OC)

[cirquedupique]

"Oh that? That's just fake blood... I /assure/ you..."

Pique, whilst being a member of the circus worthy of his own tent and a minor attraction, much preferring to play the role of a fool. He willingly and eagerly assists Jester in any way he commands, even if it involves helping other members. Often using his rather persuasive tone on guests who get a little too curious at how the performances are done. Outside of performing, He is often found in either a small, faded maroon and black striped tent placed close to Jester's tent if he is allowed to as he admires Jester the most when he started at the circus, or wandering silently through the town offering tickets and flyers to the circus. Due to his persuasiveness on guests, Pique often stays voluntarily quiet or speaks with large gaps to avoid using his skill, unless there's something he wants. He is unsure if this work on other monsters or not. (ultimately with Rping it will be done with OoC consent and if the rp partner wants that!) He is 7'0" when he stands up straight but spends most of his time hunched forward, so he looks more or less like Doctor's height. When standing straight, if guests question his height, he simply tells them he's on stilts.

He is intrigued by the canon cast of TFC but definitely sees himself more on the same level as a fool compared to them or other performers unless expressly told.

Mates:

[None as of yet]

Friends:

@opus-figaro #cotton floss [figaro]

@egofocus #let me take a selfie [capitano]

@batsby-midnight-rounds #a talon-ted bat [batsby]

Other Character Tags:

@r0yalj3ster #the one running the show [jester]

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[r0yalj3ster]

“Jester? Out of curiosity… on a scale of one to ten… how bad would it be if a lone guest pulled off one of our hats and saw horns…?”

Pique quietly asked, at least this time he’s trying to make eye contact.

@cirquedupique

very. Bring them to me and I'll make them forget what they saw

[cirquedupique]

Pique stepped aside, revealing a guest with a rather vacant, almost hypnotised look in their eyes.

"I managed to get them before leaving... I told them... they had a mark on their ticket, for a special performance... and they followed."

He reached up to readjust his hat, making sure it was even more secure than it was before.

"I.. shall be more careful in the future..."

[r0yalj3ster]

you better. We cannot afford such risks. *He takes the guests hand, looking them over.* Hmmm.. The do appear to be healthy. Good.. That means the meat is in good condition. *He then tilts their head back and slits their throat. The blood pours out from the incision. He is quick to latch on and drink what he could from the dying human before tossing them to the ground.* Clean this up. *He wipes the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand and licks it*

[cirquedupique]

"...I will do all I can to make it up to you."  He bites back his urge to explain why it was an accident. Knowing fully where he stood on the proverbial ladder of the circus. "I would not dare offer you... food on poor condition." Pique silently crouches, hunching over the discarded pile of meat that was still dazed, probably not even realising that it was dying.  Pique carefully moved the limbs so that when he lifted them, if anyone glanced at the tall man as he passed, it would look like it was a guest who had simply fallen asleep. The spilt blood would be easier to clean after disposing of the larger piece of evidence with the rest of the food if he worked quickly. Knowing that supplies were kept between Jester's tent and where the meat storage was kept, he'd done it plenty of times when he was alone. It was the way he survived so long. Pique silently swore to himself that he would work harder as clawed gloves pierced into the bicep and leg as he lifted the human off the ground. "As you wish... I will make it like no one had ever stood there..."

[bunnies-in-bloom]

"Hi hi, well aren't you a cutie!"

A general sweetheart, Java is able to balance work and play depending on where they’re at and who they’re with. They’re super open to chatting with new people, never wanting to leave anyone out of things. They try and express their full range of emotions openly and easily, though when upset themselves they will clam up and self isolate. An open book and a (not so) secret chaos gremlin, she knows when to pull back and will always over apologise with both words and actions if they were to ever slight anyone because of their actions. They adore anything soft and comfortable, with a lot of their aesthetic both at home and clothing being cottage core-esque, with a penchant for anything bunny.

Java is a Jackalope Fae who has been parading around in the human realm for a little while whilst on an extended sabbatical of their dream realm duties.

Their human guise is Java Brookes, a travelling librarian! - The Freak Circus AU - Java works as an entertainer and does both acrobatics and basic juggling.

Gender / Pronouns:  Genderfae | They/She Orientation: Demi Romantic | Pansexual  Age: Appears late 20s ( is ???? old )

Java is also capable of transforming into a jackalope - however the cloak they use to do this (think selkie ruling here) is kept hidden from the public in a safe lockbox.

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[r0yalj3ster]

“Jester? Out of curiosity… on a scale of one to ten… how bad would it be if a lone guest pulled off one of our hats and saw horns…?”

Pique quietly asked, at least this time he’s trying to make eye contact.

@cirquedupique

very. Bring them to me and I'll make them forget what they saw

[cirquedupique]

Pique stepped aside, revealing a guest with a rather vacant, almost hypnotised look in their eyes.

"I managed to get them before leaving... I told them... they had a mark on their ticket, for a special performance... and they followed."

He reached up to readjust his hat, making sure it was even more secure than it was before.

"I.. shall be more careful in the future..."

[cirquedupique]

with their father now staying with a friend of his, the 3 bataven siblings wanted to go and show off their new forms to some performers and the first one they chose was the newest one, Pique

Larkspur walks up to him first, his chest puffing up like a proud older brother, both of his hands being held by the other two. Brair is hiding behind his back, peaking with shy curiosity, and Thistle is just casually sucking her thumb.

hi Mister Pique! Look at us! We look just like Father now! He gave a proud little spin, his black hair swaying behind him as his feathered bat wings spread just enough to show them off.

see? i'm even taller too!

When he first heard the voices, Pique was confused, not recognising them at first, but they clearly knew him. So he decided to crouch to their level. Once his eyes cast down to the wings, his whole face lit up. A single finger carefully reached out to gently tap the children gently on the top of their heads as he spoke softly to them.

"Larkspur... Briar... and little Thistle, yes?"

He starts to clap as Larkspur spins and shows off his wings.

"If you keep growing taller like this... Next time I see you three, you'll be taller than the tents! What are you three doing all the way out here?"

He looked around for signs of the trio's father, deciding to keep an eye on them for him for now.

[batsby-midnight-rounds]

hehe, no we wont. if we were as big as the tents, then we would be waaaay too big! how would Father carry us then? Larkspur says as he raises his arms high in a fit of giggles. while Brair quietly spoke up about where their father was, fidgeting with the sleeve of his shirt

father is hurt... h-he's staying with a friend till he gets better...the friend is helping him rest

Thistle nodded, already leaving her older brother's side, and with a delighted squeak, she wrapped both arms around Pique's leg in a tight hug, her little bat wings fluttering so quickly they buzzed behind her.

father misses you, and we did too

[cirquedupique]

“You could carry him then!”

Pique chuckled at Larkspur’s energy, He turned his attention to Brair as the middle child spoke up. That certainly explained with he wasn’t with them. One arm reaching out to pat the the little one’s shoulder

“He is not too badly hurt I hope… and that you three are unharmed too.”

The performer was already checking them over even though he was certain that if they were even scratched, Batsby wouldn’t let them stray so far from him.

He carefully placed a hand on Thistle’s head, smiling away.

“I miss him too, and I am glad you came all this way to see me… hmm…. Your father said he makes you little figures… now I don’t have acorns but I know where to find buttons and fabrics and threads… gifts of the circus… if you three would like, we could go hunting and make Mr Batsby some Circus Figures to keep him company as he recovers?”

[batsby-midnight-rounds]

father was hurt pretty bad..but hes okay. Larkspur only had a broken wing, the rest of us are fine

Briar answered quietly, his small hands folding together as his ears lowered. As he gestured to where there were faint signs of healing on Larkpur's left wing

when Pique mentioned making figures for their father, she gave a little jump in excitement, pulling on the performer's clothes as her purple eyes sparkled up at him

ohh caaan we? i really want to make Papa smile again! he likes it when we make things for him!

[cirquedupique]

Pique looked at the wing, angry that someone or something would harm Larkspur in such a way, but he quickly pushes that down. Not wanting to scare or worry the young in front of him.

"If that is something you three would like to do... However I don't know how to make things so you'll have to teach me."

Pique stands, already planning a route for them to take, the best out of sight paths, the paths people seemed to like dropping items, scrap material storage and the like.

"I know... I am not your father but if you preferred being carried... one can go one shoulders and I can hold the other two in my hands?"

[batsby-midnight-rounds]

hehe, we love teaching people! father taught us lots and lots about making things!

Larkspur says excitedly, beaming a wide smile as he claps his hands.

he says making things takes patience... and love! if you rush, it won't come out right!

Beside him, Briar smiled shyly and gave a small nod.

mhm... father's really good at it...

When Pique asked if they wanted to be carried, Thistle's eyes immediately lit up. She eagerly threw her hand into the air before either of her brothers could answer.

hehe yes we wanna be carried! but i wanna ride on your shoulders though!

[cirquedupique]

"It sounds like we need to find the best of materials...If your father is really good at it and he taught you three, then you must also be really really good right?"

As he spoke, Pique carefully picked Thistle up and placed her on his shoulders, not letting go until he was certain she was balanced. "Hold on, but be careful of my hat... It's against the rules for me to take it off."

The performer then looked to Briar and Larkspur. Holding out his arms, if they wanted to be carried they could easily sit on the outstretched limbs, but if they wanted to walk they could simply take his hands.

[batsby-midnight-rounds]

all three of them nodded, as the brothers climbed onto Pique's arms and held on as tightly as they could

yeah! we're good at it, we promise!

Larkspur declared proudly, puffing out his chest.

Meanwhile, Thistle busied herself with the dangling ends of Pique's hat, giggling quietly as she absentmindedly twirled the fabric between her little fingers. She was curious, but unlike her usual self, she resisted the urge to tug it off.

it's all floppy... i like it!

[cirquedupique]

Once he had a good grip on the children Pique slowly stood up and started his wandering, actively avoiding areas where they might bump into people.

"Oh you don't need to promise... Hmm I'm thinking Buttons, Fabric, thread, sticks hmmmm oh beads get dropped a lot too... We don't have things like acorns sadly"

He wiggled his head slightly as he walked, not enough for it to be super noticeable, but more than enough for the bells to flick and jingle for Thistle.

"I like it too, It was going to match my gloves... but I think this colour looks better."

[batsby-midnight-rounds]

hehe… do you have pretty horns like the others do? papa told me that some people here have them!

she asked gently, her bright eyes sparkling with wonder as she lightly tapped a finger against her chin.

meanwhile though, Larkspur and Briar pointed at different spots where they saw some beads or sticks lying around

Those would look nice… don't you think?

[cirquedupique]

“I don’t know about pretty but I have a pair yes… if you gently poke the left cone or the right cone you might be able to feel them.. I truck my hair into the middle cone.”

His voice was quiet enough so only the trio could hear, he still wasn’t fully sure on the rules of the circus so he wasn’t sure if he could talk about them.

Whenever Larkspur or Briar points out some treasures, pique would kneel down to let them hop off to collect them.

“You two are very perceptive to find so many from so high up! I think they look perfect and Mr Batsby will think they look very nice.”

[cirquedupique]

with their father now staying with a friend of his, the 3 bataven siblings wanted to go and show off their new forms to some performers and the first one they chose was the newest one, Pique

Larkspur walks up to him first, his chest puffing up like a proud older brother, both of his hands being held by the other two. Brair is hiding behind his back, peaking with shy curiosity, and Thistle is just casually sucking her thumb.

hi Mister Pique! Look at us! We look just like Father now! He gave a proud little spin, his black hair swaying behind him as his feathered bat wings spread just enough to show them off.

see? i'm even taller too!

When he first heard the voices, Pique was confused, not recognising them at first, but they clearly knew him. So he decided to crouch to their level. Once his eyes cast down to the wings, his whole face lit up. A single finger carefully reached out to gently tap the children gently on the top of their heads as he spoke softly to them.

"Larkspur... Briar... and little Thistle, yes?"

He starts to clap as Larkspur spins and shows off his wings.

"If you keep growing taller like this... Next time I see you three, you'll be taller than the tents! What are you three doing all the way out here?"

He looked around for signs of the trio's father, deciding to keep an eye on them for him for now.

[batsby-midnight-rounds]

hehe, no we wont. if we were as big as the tents, then we would be waaaay too big! how would Father carry us then? Larkspur says as he raises his arms high in a fit of giggles. while Brair quietly spoke up about where their father was, fidgeting with the sleeve of his shirt

father is hurt... h-he's staying with a friend till he gets better...the friend is helping him rest

Thistle nodded, already leaving her older brother's side, and with a delighted squeak, she wrapped both arms around Pique's leg in a tight hug, her little bat wings fluttering so quickly they buzzed behind her.

father misses you, and we did too

[cirquedupique]

“You could carry him then!”

Pique chuckled at Larkspur’s energy, He turned his attention to Brair as the middle child spoke up. That certainly explained with he wasn’t with them. One arm reaching out to pat the the little one’s shoulder

“He is not too badly hurt I hope… and that you three are unharmed too.”

The performer was already checking them over even though he was certain that if they were even scratched, Batsby wouldn’t let them stray so far from him.

He carefully placed a hand on Thistle’s head, smiling away.

“I miss him too, and I am glad you came all this way to see me… hmm…. Your father said he makes you little figures… now I don’t have acorns but I know where to find buttons and fabrics and threads… gifts of the circus… if you three would like, we could go hunting and make Mr Batsby some Circus Figures to keep him company as he recovers?”

[batsby-midnight-rounds]

father was hurt pretty bad..but hes okay. Larkspur only had a broken wing, the rest of us are fine

Briar answered quietly, his small hands folding together as his ears lowered. As he gestured to where there were faint signs of healing on Larkpur's left wing

when Pique mentioned making figures for their father, she gave a little jump in excitement, pulling on the performer's clothes as her purple eyes sparkled up at him

ohh caaan we? i really want to make Papa smile again! he likes it when we make things for him!

[cirquedupique]

Pique looked at the wing, angry that someone or something would harm Larkspur in such a way, but he quickly pushes that down. Not wanting to scare or worry the young in front of him.

"If that is something you three would like to do... However I don't know how to make things so you'll have to teach me."

Pique stands, already planning a route for them to take, the best out of sight paths, the paths people seemed to like dropping items, scrap material storage and the like.

"I know... I am not your father but if you preferred being carried... one can go one shoulders and I can hold the other two in my hands?"

[batsby-midnight-rounds]

hehe, we love teaching people! father taught us lots and lots about making things!

Larkspur says excitedly, beaming a wide smile as he claps his hands.

he says making things takes patience... and love! if you rush, it won't come out right!

Beside him, Briar smiled shyly and gave a small nod.

mhm... father's really good at it...

When Pique asked if they wanted to be carried, Thistle's eyes immediately lit up. She eagerly threw her hand into the air before either of her brothers could answer.

hehe yes we wanna be carried! but i wanna ride on your shoulders though!

[cirquedupique]

"It sounds like we need to find the best of materials...If your father is really good at it and he taught you three, then you must also be really really good right?"

As he spoke, Pique carefully picked Thistle up and placed her on his shoulders, not letting go until he was certain she was balanced. "Hold on, but be careful of my hat... It's against the rules for me to take it off."

The performer then looked to Briar and Larkspur. Holding out his arms, if they wanted to be carried they could easily sit on the outstretched limbs, but if they wanted to walk they could simply take his hands.

[batsby-midnight-rounds]

all three of them nodded, as the brothers climbed onto Pique's arms and held on as tightly as they could

yeah! we're good at it, we promise!

Larkspur declared proudly, puffing out his chest.

Meanwhile, Thistle busied herself with the dangling ends of Pique's hat, giggling quietly as she absentmindedly twirled the fabric between her little fingers. She was curious, but unlike her usual self, she resisted the urge to tug it off.

it's all floppy... i like it!

[cirquedupique]

Once he had a good grip on the children Pique slowly stood up and started his wandering, actively avoiding areas where they might bump into people.

"Oh you don't need to promise... Hmm I'm thinking Buttons, Fabric, thread, sticks hmmmm oh beads get dropped a lot too... We don't have things like acorns sadly"

He wiggled his head slightly as he walked, not enough for it to be super noticeable, but more than enough for the bells to flick and jingle for Thistle.

"I like it too, It was going to match my gloves... but I think this colour looks better."

[cirquedupique]

Pique silently emerged from a tent he had been assisting in. It was late, final performances were long since over, and there were only a few guests remaining, wandering the circus grounds. Taking the opportunity to take in the crisp night air, Pique stood to his full, unslouched height to stretch, his head tilted up to the sky to look at the moon, which he greeted with a smile behind his white mask.

A smile that soon faded when he felt a harsh tug on his hat, followed by feeling a breeze run through the hair that was usually hidden in the middle point. The monster took a few seconds to realise what had happened; he grabbed his hair and quickly bunched it up to hide his two horns, his eyes wide as he tried to think of something, anything, to maintain the charade of the circus.

"It's rude to spoil the trick of a future act of mine. I think you should visit the pink tent before you leave."

After hopefully persuading the guest to go somewhere they’ll permanently forget the interaction. Pique fled back towards his tent, hat still abandoned on the ground.

[egofocus]

Pique had been wandering around the circus for the best part of an hour, delicately holding two tickets, a deck of cards and a spoon tightly in his grasp. He had even stood up to his full height as he tried to catch a glimpse of the shades of red that made up Capitano’s costume.

When he thought he had found him, Pique made a beeline towards his target, almost knocking a Fool over in the process. Once the tall performer was certain the Fool was alright and back on their merry way, Pique cautiously approached his mark.

“Capitano…? Are you…busy?”

Capitano has just finished guiding a couple of guests to their desired tent, his boistrous energy following him as he turned at the sound of his name, only to subdue just the tiniest amount as he looked up to the much taller male. Not out of avoidance, but to somewhat match the energy of the quieter one.

"My friend, no more than usual! Why? Is there something I can help with?"

[cirquedupique]

He relaxed and hunched back over again as Capitano turned around holding the objects out. He wasn’t sure what was easier to learn with so he brought all he could think of.

“I… wished to learn ticket tricks…to amuse the guests.”

He looked at the guests trailing off into the tents.

“I have some free time if you do?”

[egofocus]

Capitano looked to the items in his hands, mulling them over before it clicked in his brain and he looked up at him, eyes wide as if he was given a gift, metaphorical tail wagging.

"Why of course!! Helping a friend out with developing their skills is the least I could do!! I did offer after all!"

"Was there any particular trick you wished to practice first?? You say ticket, but you brought other things too!"

[cirquedupique]

"I would like to know the ticket one most but I didn't know if card tricks or bending a spoon would be easier to teach."

He was speaking at more of a normal level, as if Capitano's excitement was raising his confidence, shuffling a little closer.

"I didn't want to spend time on a really hard trick if there was a beginner step I should look into first. these seemed good enough to learn without frustration early on. I also brought multiple, you said I needed all the pieces available, yes?"

[egofocus]

He tapped his masked chin, nodding to himself before he gestured for Pique to follow him to his tent, if he were to teach tricks it wouldn't do well to break the magic where guests could hear or see.

"We can start with cards first, learning simple movements first until you're comfortable with how to hold them before moving onto the tickets! Easy transference of skills! Many levels of card tricks, each more sly but I will help you learn the basics!"

[cirquedupique]

Pique quietly followed looking at his deck of cards in his hands. When they both approached the tent, Pique dipped his head to walk through the entrance.

"Cards first... got it, I'd be happy to learn anything." He reached out to tap one of Capitano's lower arms gently. "Thank you for doing this...I don't know why I keep dropping them instead of them changing."

[egofocus]

The touch to his lower arm had him glance up at the tall one before following him into the shared orange and black tent.

He hummed, eyeing the space within the tent and the lack of the familiar scent— Figaro must have been out. That was okay and Capitano pulled two seats for the both of them to sit in, a crate between them for Pique to lay his things down on.

"No problem at all! Its really just learning how to palm the cards and how to hide them- divert attention away from the hand doing a trick. Card tricks are that plus making it look like you're doing more than you are with subtlety."

It wasnt really how he learnt it originally, sleight of hand, but card tricks at least were easy enough for him to learn.

"We can practice with them, and I even have a larger coin that is good to learn basic movements too, for palming practice."

[cirquedupique]

Piques carefully took his seat opposite Capitano and placed his things down silently on the crate, trying to not take up too much room in the other's space, before picking a deck of cards back up and looking around also noticing Figaro wasn't there, There was some curiousity as to where he had gone off too but Pique turns his attention back to Capitano.

"So you hide the card? and get them to look somewhere else whilst you swap them...?" Pique rephrased quietly to himself as he carefully took out two cards randomly from the deck to use as his practise cards, a seven of spades and a four of clubs.

"A coin sounds interesting too, I have seem people make them appear behind ears and all sorts." He placed one card in the palm of his left hand and held up the other in his right.

"I think I'm ready."

[cirquedupique]

with their father now staying with a friend of his, the 3 bataven siblings wanted to go and show off their new forms to some performers and the first one they chose was the newest one, Pique

Larkspur walks up to him first, his chest puffing up like a proud older brother, both of his hands being held by the other two. Brair is hiding behind his back, peaking with shy curiosity, and Thistle is just casually sucking her thumb.

hi Mister Pique! Look at us! We look just like Father now! He gave a proud little spin, his black hair swaying behind him as his feathered bat wings spread just enough to show them off.

see? i'm even taller too!

When he first heard the voices, Pique was confused, not recognising them at first, but they clearly knew him. So he decided to crouch to their level. Once his eyes cast down to the wings, his whole face lit up. A single finger carefully reached out to gently tap the children gently on the top of their heads as he spoke softly to them.

"Larkspur... Briar... and little Thistle, yes?"

He starts to clap as Larkspur spins and shows off his wings.

"If you keep growing taller like this... Next time I see you three, you'll be taller than the tents! What are you three doing all the way out here?"

He looked around for signs of the trio's father, deciding to keep an eye on them for him for now.

[batsby-midnight-rounds]

hehe, no we wont. if we were as big as the tents, then we would be waaaay too big! how would Father carry us then? Larkspur says as he raises his arms high in a fit of giggles. while Brair quietly spoke up about where their father was, fidgeting with the sleeve of his shirt

father is hurt... h-he's staying with a friend till he gets better...the friend is helping him rest

Thistle nodded, already leaving her older brother's side, and with a delighted squeak, she wrapped both arms around Pique's leg in a tight hug, her little bat wings fluttering so quickly they buzzed behind her.

father misses you, and we did too

[cirquedupique]

“You could carry him then!”

Pique chuckled at Larkspur’s energy, He turned his attention to Brair as the middle child spoke up. That certainly explained with he wasn’t with them. One arm reaching out to pat the the little one’s shoulder

“He is not too badly hurt I hope… and that you three are unharmed too.”

The performer was already checking them over even though he was certain that if they were even scratched, Batsby wouldn’t let them stray so far from him.

He carefully placed a hand on Thistle’s head, smiling away.

“I miss him too, and I am glad you came all this way to see me… hmm…. Your father said he makes you little figures… now I don’t have acorns but I know where to find buttons and fabrics and threads… gifts of the circus… if you three would like, we could go hunting and make Mr Batsby some Circus Figures to keep him company as he recovers?”

[batsby-midnight-rounds]

father was hurt pretty bad..but hes okay. Larkspur only had a broken wing, the rest of us are fine

Briar answered quietly, his small hands folding together as his ears lowered. As he gestured to where there were faint signs of healing on Larkpur's left wing

when Pique mentioned making figures for their father, she gave a little jump in excitement, pulling on the performer's clothes as her purple eyes sparkled up at him

ohh caaan we? i really want to make Papa smile again! he likes it when we make things for him!

[cirquedupique]

Pique looked at the wing, angry that someone or something would harm Larkspur in such a way, but he quickly pushes that down. Not wanting to scare or worry the young in front of him.

"If that is something you three would like to do... However I don't know how to make things so you'll have to teach me."

Pique stands, already planning a route for them to take, the best out of sight paths, the paths people seemed to like dropping items, scrap material storage and the like.

"I know... I am not your father but if you preferred being carried... one can go one shoulders and I can hold the other two in my hands?"

[batsby-midnight-rounds]

hehe, we love teaching people! father taught us lots and lots about making things!

Larkspur says excitedly, beaming a wide smile as he claps his hands.

he says making things takes patience... and love! if you rush, it won't come out right!

Beside him, Briar smiled shyly and gave a small nod.

mhm... father's really good at it...

When Pique asked if they wanted to be carried, Thistle's eyes immediately lit up. She eagerly threw her hand into the air before either of her brothers could answer.

hehe yes we wanna be carried! but i wanna ride on your shoulders though!

[cirquedupique]

"It sounds like we need to find the best of materials...If your father is really good at it and he taught you three, then you must also be really really good right?"

As he spoke, Pique carefully picked Thistle up and placed her on his shoulders, not letting go until he was certain she was balanced. "Hold on, but be careful of my hat... It's against the rules for me to take it off."

The performer then looked to Briar and Larkspur. Holding out his arms, if they wanted to be carried they could easily sit on the outstretched limbs, but if they wanted to walk they could simply take his hands.

[egofocus]

Pique had been wandering around the circus for the best part of an hour, delicately holding two tickets, a deck of cards and a spoon tightly in his grasp. He had even stood up to his full height as he tried to catch a glimpse of the shades of red that made up Capitano’s costume.

When he thought he had found him, Pique made a beeline towards his target, almost knocking a Fool over in the process. Once the tall performer was certain the Fool was alright and back on their merry way, Pique cautiously approached his mark.

“Capitano…? Are you…busy?”

Capitano has just finished guiding a couple of guests to their desired tent, his boistrous energy following him as he turned at the sound of his name, only to subdue just the tiniest amount as he looked up to the much taller male. Not out of avoidance, but to somewhat match the energy of the quieter one.

"My friend, no more than usual! Why? Is there something I can help with?"

[cirquedupique]

He relaxed and hunched back over again as Capitano turned around holding the objects out. He wasn’t sure what was easier to learn with so he brought all he could think of.

“I… wished to learn ticket tricks…to amuse the guests.”

He looked at the guests trailing off into the tents.

“I have some free time if you do?”

[egofocus]

Capitano looked to the items in his hands, mulling them over before it clicked in his brain and he looked up at him, eyes wide as if he was given a gift, metaphorical tail wagging.

"Why of course!! Helping a friend out with developing their skills is the least I could do!! I did offer after all!"

"Was there any particular trick you wished to practice first?? You say ticket, but you brought other things too!"

[cirquedupique]

"I would like to know the ticket one most but I didn't know if card tricks or bending a spoon would be easier to teach."

He was speaking at more of a normal level, as if Capitano's excitement was raising his confidence, shuffling a little closer.

"I didn't want to spend time on a really hard trick if there was a beginner step I should look into first. these seemed good enough to learn without frustration early on. I also brought multiple, you said I needed all the pieces available, yes?"

[egofocus]

He tapped his masked chin, nodding to himself before he gestured for Pique to follow him to his tent, if he were to teach tricks it wouldn't do well to break the magic where guests could hear or see.

"We can start with cards first, learning simple movements first until you're comfortable with how to hold them before moving onto the tickets! Easy transference of skills! Many levels of card tricks, each more sly but I will help you learn the basics!"

[cirquedupique]

Pique quietly followed looking at his deck of cards in his hands. When they both approached the tent, Pique dipped his head to walk through the entrance.

"Cards first... got it, I'd be happy to learn anything." He reached out to tap one of Capitano's lower arms gently. "Thank you for doing this...I don't know why I keep dropping them instead of them changing."

[cirquedupique]

with their father now staying with a friend of his, the 3 bataven siblings wanted to go and show off their new forms to some performers and the first one they chose was the newest one, Pique

Larkspur walks up to him first, his chest puffing up like a proud older brother, both of his hands being held by the other two. Brair is hiding behind his back, peaking with shy curiosity, and Thistle is just casually sucking her thumb.

hi Mister Pique! Look at us! We look just like Father now! He gave a proud little spin, his black hair swaying behind him as his feathered bat wings spread just enough to show them off.

see? i'm even taller too!

When he first heard the voices, Pique was confused, not recognising them at first, but they clearly knew him. So he decided to crouch to their level. Once his eyes cast down to the wings, his whole face lit up. A single finger carefully reached out to gently tap the children gently on the top of their heads as he spoke softly to them.

"Larkspur... Briar... and little Thistle, yes?"

He starts to clap as Larkspur spins and shows off his wings.

"If you keep growing taller like this... Next time I see you three, you'll be taller than the tents! What are you three doing all the way out here?"

He looked around for signs of the trio's father, deciding to keep an eye on them for him for now.

[batsby-midnight-rounds]

hehe, no we wont. if we were as big as the tents, then we would be waaaay too big! how would Father carry us then? Larkspur says as he raises his arms high in a fit of giggles. while Brair quietly spoke up about where their father was, fidgeting with the sleeve of his shirt

father is hurt... h-he's staying with a friend till he gets better...the friend is helping him rest

Thistle nodded, already leaving her older brother's side, and with a delighted squeak, she wrapped both arms around Pique's leg in a tight hug, her little bat wings fluttering so quickly they buzzed behind her.

father misses you, and we did too

[cirquedupique]

“You could carry him then!”

Pique chuckled at Larkspur’s energy, He turned his attention to Brair as the middle child spoke up. That certainly explained with he wasn’t with them. One arm reaching out to pat the the little one’s shoulder

“He is not too badly hurt I hope… and that you three are unharmed too.”

The performer was already checking them over even though he was certain that if they were even scratched, Batsby wouldn’t let them stray so far from him.

He carefully placed a hand on Thistle’s head, smiling away.

“I miss him too, and I am glad you came all this way to see me… hmm…. Your father said he makes you little figures… now I don’t have acorns but I know where to find buttons and fabrics and threads… gifts of the circus… if you three would like, we could go hunting and make Mr Batsby some Circus Figures to keep him company as he recovers?”

[batsby-midnight-rounds]

father was hurt pretty bad..but hes okay. Larkspur only had a broken wing, the rest of us are fine

Briar answered quietly, his small hands folding together as his ears lowered. As he gestured to where there were faint signs of healing on Larkpur's left wing

when Pique mentioned making figures for their father, she gave a little jump in excitement, pulling on the performer's clothes as her purple eyes sparkled up at him

ohh caaan we? i really want to make Papa smile again! he likes it when we make things for him!

[cirquedupique]

Pique looked at the wing, angry that someone or something would harm Larkspur in such a way, but he quickly pushes that down. Not wanting to scare or worry the young in front of him.

"If that is something you three would like to do... However I don't know how to make things so you'll have to teach me."

Pique stands, already planning a route for them to take, the best out of sight paths, the paths people seemed to like dropping items, scrap material storage and the like.

"I know... I am not your father but if you preferred being carried... one can go one shoulders and I can hold the other two in my hands?"

[cirquedupique]

Pique quietly stepped out of the black tent for a moment, having spent the past few hours entertaining and assisting the guests inside, his gloves had a few darker red marks spotted over them.

He took a deep breath as he stretched, standing a straight and tall as he could, looking up to the night sky.

[cirquedupique]

with their father now staying with a friend of his, the 3 bataven siblings wanted to go and show off their new forms to some performers and the first one they chose was the newest one, Pique

Larkspur walks up to him first, his chest puffing up like a proud older brother, both of his hands being held by the other two. Brair is hiding behind his back, peaking with shy curiosity, and Thistle is just casually sucking her thumb.

hi Mister Pique! Look at us! We look just like Father now! He gave a proud little spin, his black hair swaying behind him as his feathered bat wings spread just enough to show them off.

see? i'm even taller too!

When he first heard the voices, Pique was confused, not recognising them at first, but they clearly knew him. So he decided to crouch to their level. Once his eyes cast down to the wings, his whole face lit up. A single finger carefully reached out to gently tap the children gently on the top of their heads as he spoke softly to them.

"Larkspur... Briar... and little Thistle, yes?"

He starts to clap as Larkspur spins and shows off his wings.

"If you keep growing taller like this... Next time I see you three, you'll be taller than the tents! What are you three doing all the way out here?"

He looked around for signs of the trio's father, deciding to keep an eye on them for him for now.

[batsby-midnight-rounds]

hehe, no we wont. if we were as big as the tents, then we would be waaaay too big! how would Father carry us then? Larkspur says as he raises his arms high in a fit of giggles. while Brair quietly spoke up about where their father was, fidgeting with the sleeve of his shirt

father is hurt... h-he's staying with a friend till he gets better...the friend is helping him rest

Thistle nodded, already leaving her older brother's side, and with a delighted squeak, she wrapped both arms around Pique's leg in a tight hug, her little bat wings fluttering so quickly they buzzed behind her.

father misses you, and we did too

[cirquedupique]

“You could carry him then!”

Pique chuckled at Larkspur’s energy, He turned his attention to Brair as the middle child spoke up. That certainly explained with he wasn’t with them. One arm reaching out to pat the the little one’s shoulder

“He is not too badly hurt I hope… and that you three are unharmed too.”

The performer was already checking them over even though he was certain that if they were even scratched, Batsby wouldn’t let them stray so far from him.

He carefully placed a hand on Thistle’s head, smiling away.

“I miss him too, and I am glad you came all this way to see me… hmm…. Your father said he makes you little figures… now I don’t have acorns but I know where to find buttons and fabrics and threads… gifts of the circus… if you three would like, we could go hunting and make Mr Batsby some Circus Figures to keep him company as he recovers?”

[cirquedupique]

with their father now staying with a friend of his, the 3 bataven siblings wanted to go and show off their new forms to some performers and the first one they chose was the newest one, Pique

Larkspur walks up to him first, his chest puffing up like a proud older brother, both of his hands being held by the other two. Brair is hiding behind his back, peaking with shy curiosity, and Thistle is just casually sucking her thumb.

hi Mister Pique! Look at us! We look just like Father now! He gave a proud little spin, his black hair swaying behind him as his feathered bat wings spread just enough to show them off.

see? i'm even taller too!

When he first heard the voices, Pique was confused, not recognising them at first, but they clearly knew him. So he decided to crouch to their level. Once his eyes cast down to the wings, his whole face lit up. A single finger carefully reached out to gently tap the children gently on the top of their heads as he spoke softly to them.

"Larkspur... Briar... and little Thistle, yes?"

He starts to clap as Larkspur spins and shows off his wings.

"If you keep growing taller like this... Next time I see you three, you'll be taller than the tents! What are you three doing all the way out here?"

He looked around for signs of the trio's father, deciding to keep an eye on them for him for now.

[r0yalj3ster]

a warning

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[r0yalj3ster]

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[r0yalj3ster]

The rather tall performer quietly approached leader of the circus, unsure if now was a good time or not.

"Are... there any requests or requests... you have? Any Fools who have... made a mess?"

He couldn't look Jester in the eye, Pique was still getting used to the do's and don't's of circus life.

@cirquedupique

a mess you say? Hmm my fools are rather efficient. They do not make mistakes. *He smirks* are you shy?

[cirquedupique]

"Ah... Perhaps not yours exactly... I just... have seen them... spill blood elsewhere."

He gulped. He knew the pecking order or at least his interpretation, and unfortunately Pique was still used to the eat or be eaten world he came from.

"Not shy... exactly. A small amount of nerves?... Maybe."

[r0yalj3ster]

there is no need. I won't bite you unless you want me to~

[cirquedupique]

“I…” He clears his throat, standing a little taller, raising his gaze a little higher. Trying to steel his voice despite the image now running through Pique’s mind causing him to become slightly flustered.

“I am not used to such forwardness, not that I am against it.”

[r0yalj3ster]

*he chuckles* but to answer your question, sure you can assist in helping the guests in the black tent.

[cirquedupique]

Pique lowered his head again as if the mask could show just how heated his face had become from their short interaction. "I... I will do my best for the taller guests..." Pique had yet to properly set foot inside the black tent, a few curious glances inside before they opened or after they closed the circus for the night, certainly, but never while guests were inside. He couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle in response. "I suppose my height and costume colours will help me fit in there."

[cirquedupique]

Batsby perhaps being taller than Pique. 8'11" is his exact height hehe

(( FINALLY SOMEONE PIQUE CAN LOOK UP TOO YAY!!! ))