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Im still here!

I'm simply waiting for the shows to end.
Diedra felt Madame Sombre's darkness suck out the life from the room, but her resolve was resolute; she would not fall. Not to this woman, not again, or ever again for as long as she still breathed. And as the darkness started to envelop the tent, Diedra thumbed her bright clothes, reminding herself that she still held onto the last scraps of life and they were touching her skin and giving her strength.

The pair were the complete opposites of each other; one stood for everything dark, souless and hopeless, whilst the other represented colour, life and hope.

"Careful, you might be scaring my audience out there. They search for power, and this isn't the first time...why, I wouldn't be surprised if I know how this circus came to be, Monochrome. No consequences for this chat, though, hmmmn? I don't want to be snuffed out like those stage-hands, and I think you think I have a plan if that does happen, and I can assure you; like this new-found electricity that you incorporated into my acts, this circus will need -two- batteries to run." explained Diedra in a low and thrilling voice...it was moments like these that she lived for; the real risk of danger.

"Long ago, back in Al-Andalus, the Christians tried to over-run my people with talk of their own belief, and naturally I faltered in my own long enough to listen. As you know, I was never good at...holding to promises." purred Diedra, leaning forward a little as her violet eyes bored into the endless black of Madame Sombre's.

"The Christians spoke of those who sinned; those who reached too far and became dark, and how these people, enveloped in one of their seven sins, would have to pay the price. Before I became one of your little puppets, I was lustful, and wanted more; hence your appearance, your trickery, and my downfall." murmured Diedra. She placed her most heartfelt emotion into each and every syllable. One of the few ways to avoid losing hope is to remember what one happens to be fighting for, and Diedra only stumbled against the strain of Madame Sombre's power, continuing to push against it.

"But we are all sinners here, are we not? I dare say you may have wanted something badly too, and it mightn't have been myself, but perhaps power - power that the stagehands were seeking. And you were given power, but forced into slavery by the forces of this circus. Don't you dare think that I am as heartless as you; I can tell, I can see you're just as much of a slave as I am, and we're bound in the same irons. You did not ask me, remember, how I think the circus to have arrived. Perhaps it was always there, long before man was even aware of it. You asked me why, and my theory is simple - we, the blessed with our magical gifts, or cursed with our destructive power, are too sinful and too strong to remain in view of the others." Diedra paused, pulling her features into a cat-like grin.

"It's a holding-cell for the wretched, Monochrome. That's what I think. We are never allowed to leave but we must never be allowed to waste our gifts. Our power drives the circus, the circus drives us around the world a thousand times over. But it doesn't explain the missing stage-hands, and it doesn't explain why you, of all people, chose to finally meet me in person so urgently too."

Diedra leaned back once more. Perhaps it was a good thing she was forced to sit down, else she would've been moving about all over the place by now restlessly and passionately gesticulating with her words. "So, let's try this again, then. If I got the answer wrong, then enlighten me, or don't, it wasn't what I asked you for anyway and it would be a nice little gift to know the origins of my 'hell'. But the stage-hands clearly did something that they should not have done, and clearly you wish to keep it quiet else you would have never bothered to see me at all. Think carefully about your answer, and include the fate of the men who died in a circus that does not allow death."
Diedra paused. For a moment, the silence in the backstage was deafening, as she gazed upon Madame Sombre and she gave her one of those endearing little smiles that won her over in the first place...but this, this was different. Madame Sombre knew of Diedra's long-dead feelings for her and every time, she seems to try and re-spark them with each of those little smiles, and for the slightest of moments it works and Diedra doubts herself. But, soon after, Diedra remembered the stage-hands, and her expression hardened into a coy, challenging grin.

"There is a reason why I avoid you, Monochrome...you're simply not my type anymore. I prefer someone with a little more...life, to them." Diedra commented, twirling a finger through her own hair teasingly. "Besides, those days are long over for me...you killed them, remember?" she added, with a coldness that nipped at the end of the sentence like a hungry dog.

Diedra reacted automatically when she was forced to sit, smoothly reclining and folding her legs as if it was her intention to sit the entire time...her reaction times were uncannily quick. Perhaps that is what one's reward is for dealing with horses and pushing your luck for around 700 years. Her steady violet gaze pierced Madame Sombre's, as she listened intently to what she had to say.

"I love the way you assume that I am always speaking highly of you," purred Diedra; she had a knack for being brutally blunt as it is; no need to tell her to do something that occurs so naturally to her. "Let's get one thing straight; you and me, we're both quite alike...and we have the same goals in mind. You have Tanner, and I have Caius, but this? Let's just have a girl talk. You...and me. It doesn't have to leave this room unless it's dearly necessary, hm?"

Diedra also leaned forward, the coy smile on her face fading. "The stage hands. Be honest - you know I can tell when you're lying - did you kill them? Do you know where they went?" asked Diedra seriously. At that moment, the music for her performance boomed out of the speakers, as the horses started to repeat their act to a cheering audience without their master controlling them. "You can either be as blunt as I am, or you can be vague, and I can assume the worst and spread rumours that'll cause much more trouble in the long run than a few measly murders."

Diedra smirked at Madame Sombre, steepling her fingers together smugly.
MissCapnCrunch said
Sigh D:

Where are you Garland!?




Don't wait on him no mooooore!
Posteeed. Scarlet, do tell me if I'm moving along too fast; I wanted to leave plot progression until the the dawn so that everyone gets a chance to move around and suchlike, get the new people into the circus. However, it's not like Diedra to sit around if people were dying...her headstrong characteristics mean she'll charge right into battle and probably get the snot beaten out of her. xD
The horse. The horse was the first and only warning.

Diedra paused, the music had stopped; someone was out there, and she felt the blast of fear from one of her horses. "Panic!" it said to her, and Diedra quickly kicked the belly-dancing dress to the side, still topless as Tanner seemed to melt through the curtains, not bothering to give note of his entrance. Diedra glanced over her shoulder at the man, seeing the cold mask and the dark coat, instantly recognising him.

The panic that her horses felt at Tanner's touch hung around her form like a stink, but her true emotions were seen sharply and clearly by Tanner. At the core of it, is that uncomfortable, agitated feeling of fear around Tanner, pulsating with Diedra's fast-beating heart. But (and this was especially notable when Tanner started complimenting on her appearance) this core-feeling of fear was washed over with waves and waves of anger, hatred and disgust.

Diedra was a curious person. When something made her scared, she got angry and annoyed at the source for doing so. But when it comes to Tanner and Madame Sombre, it's always the same reaction. She resented them both with such a fiery passion that, sooner or later during the conversation, Diedra's fear will ebb away, crushed by her own fury. Even now, her violet eyes narrowed and her lips pursed as she quickly gathered her dress over her breasts, arching her back and becoming stiff and tense.

"My eyes are up here, Tanner." gently reminded Diedra, her voice dripping with malice. This was strange, even for Diedra; by now, she would have been flinging insults and shouts at the man, but she was holding back. Tanner did not know Diedra's thoughts on the missing stagehands, but the fear took on a new shape; wariness. She was consciously holding back, for some reason or another.

She hasn't been wary around Madame Sombre or Tanner for centuries.

Outside, her horses stamped their feet, snorting loudly. They, too, were engulfed in Diedra's anger, and Diedra herself let loose a derisive scoff at Tanner's eye-colour change; such parlour tricks weren't going to scare her like they used to anymore. As well as the anecdotes; Diedra saw through them, starting to pick out the truth. She recoiled at the insults, and her mouth opened for a retort, but she stopped. She stopped again - this was very certainly not like Diedra at all.

It was when Tanner was leaving, that Diedra couldn't help herself anymore, and called out at his back "Wait!" desperately. Praying that he was just beyond the curtains, Diedra's voice hissed with disgust. "If the enchantments around here are breaking, and don't say they are not. We know of the stagehands." started Diedra, making sure she had his attention. A rat like him would love to scurry off to Madame Sombre and repeat it.

"This has never happened before. So give Monochrome a warning, from her most-loved performer. I want to speak to her, in private."

The fact alone that Diedra is applying rational thought instead of throwing insults is a plain hint that Diedra is concerned - either for her own safety, or for the well-being of the other performers. "If she is, as she likes to put it, 'too busy', then I'll only continue to stir things up until she has to speak to me. I want to speak to her at dawn this evening. That should give her plenty of time to...prepare. You can come back to me with her answer any time between then." ordered Diedra, turning around with her chin held high as she fixed on the headpiece of her costume. She left Tanner to stand there, half-expecting the man to come in and punish her for having the gall to order him around like that.

It didn't matter, to Diedra; she had to, even though she hated to, speak to Madame Sombre and find the root of the issue before anyone else goes missing, or gets killed. After all, the two of us have the same goal...keep the performers alive, reflected Diedra. She felt the bile rise in her throat as she compared herself to that witch of a woman.
Tanner creeps me out, big-time.

I love it. I'll post soon.
Mad Scarlet said
Nope. That's normally when they would start packing up and putting it on the buses that they use. Although, I think that the show may stay in New York for a couple of nights rather than just the one, just to make it easier on everyone.


Staying in New York is a good idea; I think I might get really thrown off if we move right away.

Also, where's Madame Sombre and Tanner off to? I want some "catch-the-slacking-circus-members" action!
MissCapnCrunch said
Thankyou ^^
Fear not, I'm definitely still here- just standing by.


I'm also on stand-by as I wait for darling Princess.
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