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[b][u]Phillis Circus: Big Top - Onstage[/b][/u]

Well, talking his way out was obviously wasn’t an option anymore.

Also… Wasn’t Heaven supposed to be bright and cheerful? Where are the naked babies flying around with their widdle cloud wings? The rainbow-colored unicorns guarding the massive buffet table? Or maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t quite there yet since the transportation decided to take a pit stop. Whatever the case was, Lute concluded that he was dead and that was that since dead people weren’t supposed to reason about these kinds of things. The agitated screaming of a certain familiar woke the virtuoso to the doubtable fact that he was still alive, and even if Delilah took pains to make him understand that he wasn’t a cold corpse just yet, Lute himself had trouble believing that he survived the sudden pain that wracked his back and then that shocking and altogether pitiful flight through the Big Top. At the memory of that fresh experience, his entire rear body started throbbing again, most especially the center of his back where it seemed like two fist-shaped holes had been drilled through his skin. Lute cursed his ancestors and blearily opened an eye.

There was a girl draped over his upper half and she started ruffling his hair. By now, Lute had destroyed his previous paradigm of attempting a diplomatic closure to the proceedings, and was all but gaping at the woman who [i]really[/i] seemed to like his hair; at least, that was what it appeared like to the poor virtuoso who still felt like everything was swimming around in circles. “Er… Thanks. I have a really good shampoo,” Lute awkwardly quipped before a roar pierced his ears. Oh great. “That chick won’t rest until I’m torn to pieces, huh?” He muttered darkly to himself, his lips twitching down into a frown as he caught sight of the blurry figure of a lion racing towards him. Since Lidya was still far away and the virtuoso wasn’t sure where to go, he glanced around, only to see a bunch of toys jumping around a prone figure which a giant turtle… thing was also waddling towards to. That feather scarf…!

“Miss, let go of my wrist,” Lute told Poppy, but she didn’t do so. With a grimace, the virtuoso backed up until he was half an arm’s length away from the acrobat, and then waited for the lioness to lunge. He got up on a crouch and focused on creating a short-length sound barrage… One that would most definitely stun both Poppy and Lidya enough for him to go and assist Aria.