Afro was silent as the others spoke, ironically praying for the prayer to be over. The lad dared to wonder just what exactly this man was planning to do, considering that everyone in the room was supposed to have special abilities that ordinary people did not. Did this rag-headed man have the ability to answer prayers? What if…--

His thoughts were interrupted upon the command relating to eyes being closed to prevent blindness. He didn’t understand at all what that meant but his eyes were already closed, so he hopefully didn’t have to worry about that. Though, even through his closed eyes, he could tell that something was out of the ordinary in terms of the lighting in the room, a bright flash touched his eyelids.

His head didn’t feel quite right, but Afro was quite sure that something was out of place. The air felt...thicker. It smelled odd. They were no longer in the same building as before, and his notions were only confirmed when he opened his eyes to look around. Afro retracted his hand from the circle and drew away. His glance stuck on the rag-head man. 

As it seemed, with his following statements, they were now at the location that they were supposed to be. With this being the case, Afro still wasn’t sure if the man could answer prayers, but at least some form of instant transportation was within his range of capabilities. While interesting, with so much going on, the boy’s brain was going doubletime to analyze everything in the room.

The one that seemed to capture his attention first, was the one named Miss Alice. She was beautiful, like Miss Sofia, though, she didn’t seem to be as nice. At least not to Afro. As it were, she was introducing this factory as their headquarters. He wasn’t sure of how much sense it would make. Apparently, the rag-head man’s name was Haji, thus it was banked into his memory. The lad didn’t seem to have any real problem with the man’s behavior, though, what was more, Afro didn’t know him.

Afro was particularly attentive to her voice, opposed to the room, when she mentioned that something different was planned. As he had heard, there were others with abilities that worked against the Queen, which was to be expected, considering the circumstances of the city. 

When he had worked under Mister O’Neil, he often was forced to do things that he knew local authorities wouldn’t approve of, much less the Queen. However, he wasn’t too phased by the statement of them getting right to work. He already had three days of rest. Afro’s promise relied on this task. He couldn’t fail.

His fingers grazed the shawl around his neck instinctively, and his eyes clicked over to where he saw doors opening. From out of it was a darker skinned woman, clearly standing out from the others within the room, especially with her glowing eyes. She seemed to radiate a form of familiarity that visibly comforted the lad to some effect. His tension eased some. She reminded him of family, though, he was sure he had never met her before in his life. He would have remembered a name such as ‘Yoma Jang’. It was much different than the typical english names.

It was amidst this abnormal feeling that he almost missed what the woman was actually saying. A circus…? What was a circus? Easily being able to connect the dots, it was clear that the music that followed had some form of correlation to what this ‘circus’ place was. He didn’t like this at all. 

May Amai be watching over to help him be brave…