[b]"No matter how charming you may be, my services are quite costly, darling."[/b] A soft giggle from the female figure, as a gentle kiss was bestowed upon her snow white hand. The lips, upon parting from the maiden's hand, curved upward into a confident smile. Thomas, to whom the lips belonged to, raised his hand to the side of her neck and caressed it lightly. Ah, how the temptation was too great for the man, once called Jack the Ripper, to taint the lovely neck of this [i]filth[/i] with a vivid scarlet by a single slit of his knife. But the blond was to remain patient for the reeling of his target to be successful before any rash actions were to be made.

The two figures were located at a less populated area of the circus grounds but precautions were needed to be taken nonetheless, causing a ruckus even with the wards to take care of the witnesses' memories would still cause quite the trouble for the circus. Besides, the serial killer would not allow himself to have a witness of sort ever catch him in the act, though it was a different story if a poor circus crew ever peeked into his personal tent to see what remained of his horrendous acts.

[color=9e0039]"My lovely lady, worry not about the fee I will have to supply later, let us enjoy this wonderful evening together. It may leave you [i]breathless[/i] at the joy we'll be having. Shall we move onto a more private setting?"[/color] Thomas' arm directed towards his personal tent as the two slowly walked with his lead, a forced chuckle released from his lips while the maiden flashed a bashful smile. Along the path towards their destination, the number of people thinned, as well as the lively noise from the crowd of customers softened. [i]Almost there. A little more and she'll be mine.[/i]

Upon reaching the front of his tent, Thomas grinned in a slightly eerie manner as his hand rested on the female's shoulder. The knife concealed within the sleeve of his black long coat slowly crept out as his other hand made gestures behind him to take control of the metal. Before the knife thrower was able to escort the lady inside, a bird constructed out of paper came fluttering down to his eyes' range, much to the man's disappointment. The grin soon was wiped from his face as Thomas clicked his tongue in irritation before pressing the maiden's shoulder away from the entrance of his tent.

[color=9e0039]"Tsk, how unfortunate. Milady, forgive me but it seems I have an appointment to attend to. Please take your leave as soon as able as well, the circus will be closed for the evening. Farewell."[/color] As rude as it might seem, the circus performer turned on his heel and left the confused woman before she could have any say on it. He did not hold any regard to what she may have thought or would have reacted since the act was pointless if Thomas could not perform the [i]finale[/i] with the blood of the prostitute on his hands. The paper bird continued to fly along side him with no clue as to what happened, before a knife diagonally slashed the poor messenger in half. The remnant of the bird descended to the ground as the knife thrower continued to pace towards the front gate.

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[i]X. Wheel of Fortune. In its upright position.[/i]

[color=92278f]"...... A dramatic change from the established order... How soon will such change take place?"[/color] Purple gaze stared down at the resulted card before her in thoughtful silence. The last customer of the day had long gone before Charlotte started to set her tarot cards to foretell the current fate for the circus. Now, she was troubled by the result of her own foretelling, the accuracy of her fortune telling were always spot on after all, even with how vague they were. The fortune teller's lips parted again to speak, as her eyes shut close, [color=92278f]"And would the change be in our favor... or [i]theirs[/i]?"[/color]

[color=92278f]"Alright, I shall be on my way to the front gate momentarily. Thank you for the message."[/color] Seconds before the paper bird entered, the violet haired lady already knew exactly five seconds ahead of his entry. Figuring it could be related to the conflict against the Harlequin's minions, Charlotte prepared a shoulder bag and a waist strap full of healing and harmful potions, as well as charms to boost fighting luck. After seeing to it that she was fully prepared, she motioned for the bird to follow her as the maiden quickly made her way to the front gate. The fortune teller noticed another crew member walking at their own, slow pace in front of her until she caught up to realize it was the knife thrower. [color=92278f]"I assume you've gotten Yulio's message as well, Thomas?"[/color]

[color=9e0039]"Hm? Ah, why, if it isn't miss Charlotte! And as I've been reminding you, Tom would suffice. Or [i]Jack[/i], if you'd prefer for humor's sake. We are crew mates after all, no need for formalities. And that's right, but I've gotten rid of the pesky bird similar to yours."[/color] The blond knife thrower casually responded as he continued his slow pacing to which the fortune teller had to adjust to, to be able to converse with him side by side. The front gate was already at sight from where they were, a couple of the circus members were already on stand by. They were to join them momentarily but Charlotte replied before raising her pace once more to reach the gate.

[color=92278f]"By this point in time, I'm adjusted to addressing you as Thomas, unfortunately. But if it bothers you, I suppose I can try Tom from now on. But poor little one, do consider next time that someone put effort into creating them. ...And stay alert for tonight's conflict, I feel a bad omen around this evening."[/color]