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[b][u]Big Top – Onstage (East)[/b][/u]

There was just a certain amount of things he saw before Lute doubted his sanity, and the sight of that flying rainbow monstrosity just exceeded the limit. The virtuoso did a double take as the bear sunk to the ground in defeat, nearly letting go of the trusty steel pipe he had used as a weapon when the… the [i]thing[/i] opened its cavernous maw and shot missiles at them. He wasn’t quite as lucky as Aria and got at least three small dolls rapidly hitting his face in a row- [i]ratta ratat rat[/i]- before Lute had the sense of mind to start swinging the rod like it was a baseball bat. Pow! Good hit! A white rat plushie squealed all the way home as Lute sent it flying to the side and it was closely followed by the shattered remains of a porcelain doll. 

But wait, there’s more! Now there were [i]burning[/i] plushies falling from the skies! Mimicking their terrified screams with a less dignified one of his own, Lute skipped away from the area while spewing out expletives as the flaming toys grazed his skin. He was pulled away by Aria as a bunch of sticky hands came towards them, with one even managing to nab the poor virtuoso by- oh, the horror- his pants. “Ugh! Gods above, this is going to be such a pain on laundry day!” He snarled and started hitting- and when that didn’t work, [i]stabbing[/i]- the back of the sticky hand with the sharp end of his metal rod. The hand recoiled after nearly getting severed at the wrist, although it wasn’t able to escape before the virtuoso delivered one last stab, which resulted in his weapon getting stuck in what remained of the substance as the other half retreated back to the doll mutant. “Geez, it’s like a bad fantasy-themed nightmare,” He quipped as Moira slammed- oh Gods, was that Trixie in there!?- that weird doll back onstage, the loud crash resounding throughout the tent alongside the sound of Lucien screaming as he ran from the tornado.

“You know, my power’s really useless against this kind of thing so I don’t know why I’m trying to help you!” Lute ran towards the summoner with his feet aching every step of the way. As he did so, he snagged his foot at an exuberant amount of stuffing from the destroyed plushies and- screw it, there weren’t tornadoes in Thaum so the hell if he knew what to do with one- picked up a handful of it all. Although Lute chucking stuffing at the cyclone was a sight to behold, it didn’t seem to have any effect except scaring poor Lucien more, seeing that most of the virtuoso’s lobs ended up in his face rather than at the approaching calamity. 

And just then, just when Lucien had pretty much resigned to his fate- death by plushie- the tornado split again, forming yet another considerably large whirling ball of fluff. Instead of charging at the summoner, it flew at Lute instead and bowled him over. However… It didn’t fly off again towards another unsuspecting guilder; the virtuoso had plunged his hands into the voluminous creation like it was a hand warmer and rolled along with it, much to Delilah’s chagrin. Using the orb’s momentum, Lute pulled himself up and- “Wait!”- ran after the ball. It pretty much crashed into the defeated doll and spilt over its gooey tendrils, solving whatever problems they might have with the sticky hands in the future… Maybe.