A/Ns: if you're here from the interest check and read this idea's Intro post there, jump down to the bolded text.
CS is barebones for a reason.



The poster read:
'See the UNMATCHABLE magician!
The INDELIBLE illusionist!
"MASTER EffeX"!
And don't miss the spectacular
LIGHT SHOW finish you have to
SEE WITH YOUR OWN EYES!'


He wasn't world renowned, he wasn't even a household name city-wide, but if you ever caught a "Master EffeX" show, you talked about it.
Tourists to the city wouldn't read about them in brochures, but ask around for something cool to do and likely somebody off the street will speak of a "Master EffeX" show.

Inside the downtown club, the gentleman himself was just walking onto the stage.

He raises his hands high above his head in a showman's greeting to his already cheering audience.

Master EffeX was a young man, not even mid-twenties. His hair was dark brown, long enough in the back to cover his hair's natural neckline, but still short. Short on the sides. His bangs were kept a bit longer and loose. Not enough to get messily in his face, but enough for some dynamic of movement and wind-swept whimsy. His eyes were a strikingly clear blue.

The show was going on - Master EffeX had just made the very stage he was standing on disappear! It was as though now he was standing on air! He heard someone in the crowd remark to their friend: "How does he do that?"

"Oh! You want to know how I accomplish this task?" Master EffeX asked charismatically, "it's really quite simple. You could do it yourselves!" And with a snap of his fingers and flourishing direction of his hands towards the audience, inviting them to look at themselves, every chair had disappeared! The audience still felt like they were sitting on them, they could feel the chairs with their hands, but they were completely invisible!

"See? What magicians you all are!"

Preferring to sprinkle his shows with large and small tricks instead of building up, Master EffeX continued with a couple on the more basic side, then: "Hmmmm....now why is my audience looking a little blue?" Naturally they looked at each other. They didn't seem blue; some seemed disappointed at that!

"I think 'magenta' would liven things up. Who ever first coined that colour had liveliness to spare, I'm sure!" With a snap of his fingers and spread of his hands, he directed the audience to look around again. Everything in the room that had been blue, such as coats, purses, socks, d├ęcor accents, was now a lovely magenta!

A few more basic tricks followed before Master EffeX "remembered" to put back the stage and the chairs: "Wouldn't want anyone to trip, or get in trouble come inventory time!" He flashed a grin, did the finger snapping and flourishing gesture again, and the stage and chairs were back in the visual realm -- but he wasn't!

To the audience's impressed and wondering murmurs, he responded: "What? Are you saying I've vanished?" There was a pause as though he looked down at himself. "Oh my! I'd forget my body if I didn't have you here to remind me!" He "snapped" himself back into view.

"Wondering about your clothing and items? Don't worry. I assure you they'll return to their regular, appealing blueness once the show is through. It's just there's so much magic lingering in the air. In fact-"

The audience quieted or gasped with anticipation, knowing exactly what was about to come next!

"-the air is so imbued with magic, it's practically popping! Let's see that, shall we?!" He donned a pair of glasses. They looked similar to the old 3D glasses that used to have one blue lens and one red. Similar in the design, but these were made not out of paper but regular frame material. The arms were thick, completely blocking the side of his eyes. The lenses themselves were not one blue and one red, but each a rainbow mosaic, and gem-like more than plastic or glass.

The glasses on, the lights were dimmed without Master EffeX even having to request, and then the light show began:
light seemed to shoot out from the glasses themselves, taking the colour of whatever portion of lens they shot through.

They'd extend the length of a glow stick and then be arrested in mid air, more colours joining in this fashion.

Once enough were gathered, Master EffeX directed them about himself with his arms, occasionally shooting out more or making the existing ones fizzle away. They spiraled and criss crossed through the air above and a little in front of him, seemed to bounce off the roof and amount of wall that spanned the stage, but never actually touched.

Someone in the audience always reached out, beckoning the lights their way, but Master EffeX would always keep them in his personal space or at least far out of reach ~ occasionally tempting the jazzed crowd by arresting the lights nearly close enough in front of or above them to touch ~~ but if anyone shifted to try, the lights would veer out of the way or fizzle out completely before so much as a finger nail made contact.

He always ended by shooting an arch of "rods" up and out, like excitement streaks in a cartoon and these lights would pop like fireworks ~ marking the show as complete as the last fizzled away.

Well, Master EffeX didn't really count the show complete until that final applause, when he would give a showman's bow before genially waving his crowd goodbye and exiting back stage.

Or, if a backstage or door wasn't to be had, the fireworks would distract the audience from his second bodily vanishing act of the night, and he'd slip away, no bow no wave ~ if anyone wanted his autograph, well....Par for the course at a Master EffeX show; an air of mystery and wanting more.

The audience filed out of the club.

Man: "Now that was a show! Just like Birthday parties of yore-"

Woman: "Really? Don't you think Master EffeX is like, a Birthday party graduate x times over?"

Man: "Well yeah! That goes without saying I just mean - good wholesome en'ertainment! Do you remember that mutie circus that tried to set up in Central Park 5 months ago?"

Woman: "Forget that! The other day I found two of them camping out in the empty lot by my place. One was doing something like instant portraits? The other offered to keep all our lawns managed if we let them be. Right! I didn't waste time reporting them - they'll get us comfortable and before long expect to be paid. Could you imagine?!"

'If they knew what they just walked out of..' Master EffeX thought, as the two went past him without catching on. On stage, Master EffeX was a showman. Off stage,
drew very little attention to himself. Even the more magician-esque wardrobe he sported on stage vanished when he got off - it was part of the illusion.

Now, sporting a dark purple could-be-mistaken-for-black jacket, currently open, overtop a black and dark teal raglan shirt, black pants with the same teal accenting the pockets, and dark athletic sneakers with light blue accents, Xack was leaning against the building, near the mouth of an alleyway, looking through a drawstring bag for something.

Well actually what he was doing was counting his cash which he kept rolled up with rubber bands, though since he wasn't lifting any of the rolls out of the bag it could've been mistaken for rummaging. Even if someone came up lookin' for what he had inside, Xack wasn't concened - he'd just make an illusion to disguise his cash as junk.

He had the presence of mind to save most of his earnings, though for what he didn't know. Especially since.....
'Was it just five months ago?'
he asked himself, playing over what that man had said about the Mutant circus. Or coming up on a year... Xack had lost sense of time. Even seasons didn't serve as reliable time markers - he'd remember something in relation but then couldn't pin down if that was recent or further back. Just another part of the strangeness...

Xack had paused in his actions, taking on a lost look.
He sighed as he made himself shift his mind.

Looking around Xack spotted a hot dog vender across the street from the far end of the alleyway and decided he could go for one.

"Cheese and mayo, please," he ordered once he'd walked up to it.
In his mind, he could practically see his Dad's face, raising a brow at the unusual combo....he thought of BBQs at their house..his house.
He'd had one, hadn't he? Xack couldn't remember an address, anything about his neighbourhood, yet he had so many memories....

Vendor (impatiently): "Kid! Your 'dog is ready!"

"Oh - right." Xack took out some cash. "Also one of those. Thanks." He'd pointed at a drink.
Completing the transaction Xack took his "lunch" -if you can call it that after 6pm. Though it was his second meal of the day- to a low concrete wall which he got up on as a seat; the feel of more personal space with a comfortable vantage point for people watching.