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[b][u]Phillis Circus - Outside Big Top[/u][/b]
[i]“Hey… aren’t they carrying…?”[/i]

Poppy initially said nothing as she strode alongside the two siblings. Instead she simply cocked her head to one side in much the same way one would ponder over a particularly difficult crossword, her eyebrows knitting together ever so slightly.

Anybody could connect the dots here. These people, these strangers had armed themselves as all hell broke loose, and were running back into the commotion. Back to where her friends were trying to defend themselves.

"Are you... attacking us?" she said, her voice softspoken as ever. Unlike the others, there was no rage in her words. No anger at all. She seemed almost serene, even amongst all the chaos and the orange glow behind her. Disconnected from reality. "Are you with Crispin? I never thought he'd do something so mean... did you two think he would do something like that?" she looked up to the stiltmen.

Then with a smile she turned back to their two aggressors. Well, if Cammie was going after these people... "I'm sorry, but this is our [i]home.[/i]"

With that she leapt forward, her eyes focusing on Trixie in particular - it looked like she was ranged with those pistols, which would be troublesome for the stiltmen. She jumped onto her hands, before flipping herself into the air... and splitting herself once more at the joints at all angles, throwing her hands forward to grab the girl's wrists...

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[b][u]Phillis Circus - Sky[/u][/b]
Moira wanted to scream.

But she could barely even [i]breathe[/i]. Her stomach screamed in agony from the continued pressure the rocketman was forcing into her body, her chest felt like her bond with Syed was threatening to tear her heart clear out of her chest. The most she managed was a pitiful cough, a little blood splattering from her lips.

She couldn't hear a thing, not her own desperate groans, not even Syed's increasingly agonised, terrified screams. But she could see, even as the lack of oxygen began to blur her vision.

The big top was rapidly shrinking in size, the people fleeing it becoming tiny as the ground moved away. Instead the sky took over and swallowed them whole, the crimson of sunset finally giving away to the deep purples of dusk. The stars began to peek through the rapidly approaching clouds.

And then they hit one. She didn't know what she was expecting - it to feel like cotton wool, maybe. But instead it just felt cold and wet and she couldn't see anything anymore. All she could see now was the rocketman's arms, her hands desperately grasping at his own in an attempt to lessen the pressure. She could see the brilliant light of his propultion, mixed in with a little blue spreading through the cloud as Syed continued to panic out of sight.

Moira's eyelids began to droop as conciousness began to escape her. She wasn't even looking for a fucking fight for once! And people wondered why the hell she stayed a Rank H for so long... some days she wondered if she just had a face people were compelled to fall out with.

Oh well. The drop was definately fatal by now. If rocketman dropped her now, at least she probably won't feel her death anymore. What a shitty way to go.

Fuck him to hell and back.