Illyana nodded as Lucien followed her out the door, and nodded again in acceptance of his request. It would be about an hour before everyone was ready to move, by the looks of things outside, she had plenty of time to fetch Aurel and Ivory and have a discussion about their prospects. While she knew it irrational and unlikely, she only hoped that someone would side with her in this. She was sure the group would decide what was in their best interests...maybe this was just her way of stalling the inevitable.

She made off in the direction of Ivory's trailer, a short walk from the Ringmaster's door. It was close quarters here, life on the road required that everyone get comfy very quickly. There had been some friction between members at first, but that was all but gone now. Family was the best word to describe them, even if they didn't always agree. 

Ivory's trailer stood out among the rest only because it was a flatter color than many of the other members of the troupe. It was a dark blue, with scrolling designs tracing across the top of it, outlined in bright red. A foreboding sight to some, which Illyana was sure 
was a conscious choice by its inhabitant. The mousy girl made her way to the front door, and smelled a whiff of laziness before she even approached it. She walked up, listened for just a moment, and knocked rather stoutly against the frame, waiting for a response. 

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Cora had been spending her days as she did most others, floating lazily in her tank and awaiting some form of interaction. This was her usual mode of operation during the pack-up, she wasn't of much use to anyone outside anyway. Heavy lifting really wasn't her forte. She had just been drifting off into a nap in the over-warm and musty waters, when she heard a rapping at her door.

Immediately, the sounds of splashing could be heard from outside of the trailer, followed by the distinct squeaking of skin against wet, smooth metal, some rummaging, and a cool clear voice calling from inside, [color=00746b]"Just a moment!"[/color] Politeness and pleasantries did not come naturally to her, this line was something she was parroting from Lucien and Illy's lessons as anyone who listened close enough could decipher from the jilted and stiff way it exited her lips. Still though, her voice always brought a calming sensation over those who heard it, as welcome as a cool ocean breeze on a warm summer day.

There was a bit of a wait, but sounds of quiet thrashing and rummaging could be heard from inside of the trailer. A giggle here, a grunt there, and eventually the door opened to reveal the troupe's resident Mermaid.

Cora was gorgeous, in a word. Long strands of bright brown hair framed her perfectly symmetrical face and porcelain skin. Her eyes were large, the color of warm honey and dancing sunlight. Her lips were full and freshly pink, and her body was slender and long-limbed. Standing, she would have been above the average height of most women of the age, but currently, and usually, she was seated in a wheelchair, looking down at the ring master with raised eyebrows. She wore a loose-fitting white gown and a blanket to cover her legs, and appeared to be entirely damp from head to foot. In fact, the gown was so wet that it was almost completely sheer. If one looked around her, they would see that inside, the trailer was a complete disaster; clothes and books were strewn about the floor, along with other knickknacks and baubles, with a clear path through the debris leading from the wall of water behind her to the doorway for the chair. The scent of mildew wafted from inside, not rot, just old water.

[color=00746b]"A meeting!? What took you so long to come and get me? I hope no one was waiting long."[/color] Cora said excitedly, her pleasantries seemingly forgotten in the wake of interpersonal interaction. Her slender hands gripped the wheels of her chair and tilted her forward down the ramp that was currently occupied by Lucien. [color=00746b]"Close the door behind me, will ya'?"[/color] She paused as the wheels touched dirt and looked back over her shoulder at the Nephilim, [color=00746b]"Oh, please."[/color] she said, and smiled wide to show perfectly straight pearly white teeth.