[center][b][color=9e0b0f][h3]Gara Kashani[/h3][/color][/b]
[i]"It's hard to find some peace of mind when I'm not the only one in my head."[/i]
([b][color=0072bc]Belial's text[/color][/b]) ([b][color=9e0b0f]Gara's text[/color][/b]) 
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[b][color=0072bc]You know she isn't actually interested in you, right? She's interested in Gara the Enlightened, not boring, schizophrenic, Gara Kashani.[/color][/b] 

Belial's condescending voice echoed in Gara's mind, causing an almost unnoticeable tic to spasm his left eye. The young man was currently leaning against an unattended popcorn machine in a less congested area of the circus. In Gara's field of vision stood a woman who looked to be in her early twenties. The girl had approached him after his latest performance and machine-gun fired questions until Gara's brain hurt. Not only was he becoming bored with the interaction, but it was becoming harder and harder to dodge the more difficult inquiries. 

"So how long have you been working here?"

[b][color=0072bc]18 years.[/color][/b]
[b][color=9e0b0f]"Long enough to know what I'm doing."[/color][/b]

"And what is it that you do exactly? I've never seen a performance like that before."

Gara scoffed and looked away, she was a persistent one. 

[b][color=0072bc]You swindle consumers out of their money by entertaining them with the powers I gave you.[/color][/b]
[b][color=9e0b0f]"It wouldn't be magical if I told you my tricks."[/color][/b]

The woman puffed her bottom lip out, resembling a child who didn't get the toy they wanted. Gara shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest to show the subject was off limits. Why was it always like this? People were never satisfied. Why couldn't people just come to the circus, have their minds' blown and then leave? Gone were the days of mystery, everything needed an answer in this day and age. 

[b][color=0072bc]Gara have I every told you how smooth you are with women?[/color][/b]

Gara sighed, Belial had a way with making a good day turn bad. And it was obvious this girl wasn't going to let up, he had to do [i]something[/i]. Making up his mind, Gara decided to give the girl what she wanted. 

[b][color=9e0b0f]"Fine. Give me your hand."[/color][/b] He exasperated, holding out his palm. The woman hesitated, then hesitantly took a step closer, slipping her hand into his. Gara closed his eyes and focused, calling upon the power welled deep inside his soul, or what was left of it. Slowly, Gara began to levitate, taking the woman along with him, a small gasp escaping her lips. Once they were a couple feet off the ground, the girl looked down and instantly reached out completely and clung to Kashani as if the fall would drop her into the pits of hell.

"B-ut, how?"

[color=9e0b0f][b]"Not everything has an answer."[/b][/color] Was Gara's only elaboration as he stopped the little parlor trick and slowly dragged them back to the ground. [color=9e0b0f][b]"Have a wonderful night... I never got your name..."[/b][/color] The woman, for the first time in their conversation, smiled. 

"Jenna."

[b][color=0072bc]Well played Kashani.[/color][/b]

Gara nodded, before dipping his head and sauntering away to his tent. He needed some rest, his act was over for the night and he could just relax for once. At least, that was the plan until the fattest pigeon Gara had ever seen in his life, bombed a steaming bird shit onto his shoes. 


[b][color=0072bc]I take that back, even karma doesn't like you.[/color][/b] Gara threw his hands up in distress, a choked sound escaped his lip as he shook his foot. [color=9e0b0f][b]"Well fuck me sideways..."[/b][/color]

Not wanting to kill the damned thing, Gara instead chose to glare death into it's dumb, beady eyes. The pigeon cocked its head before flapping off in the... Direction of the Ringleader's tent. [color=9e0b0f][b]"Only Magnus would recruit pigeons to play messenger... I'm gonna need to change my shoes."[/b][/color] [b][color=0072bc]Looks like your night just got longer.[/color][/b] Gara shrugged to himself once again, and trotted off towards his leader's tent. He could already feel the adrenaline beginning to flood his body, he always got like this before an assignment. Every hunt felt like his first, still being relatively new. He still hadn't decided if what they were doing was worthwhile. Of course, in small areas it helped immediately, but overall? Who knew? If there were always daemons, and only a finite amount of hunters, then there would always be death, he would always be on the losing side. 

[b][color=0072bc]Stop overthinking.[/color][/b] Belial sure was snappy tonight, Gara often wondered what it was like for her inside his head, if he was in her position he'd probably act the same. Taking her advice, Gara brought himself back to the present moment, just in time to open to the tent flap for Aurelia and Octus. 

[color=9e0b0f][b]"Looking good Octus, you too Rel."[/b][/color] He grinned and motioned for them to enter the tent with him as caboose. Gara wondered if Octus even remembered him tonight, most days it was a hit or miss. Which is why Gara did his best to say something nice to him every time they crossed paths, hoping his face would begin to stick.