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Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Lucien could tell, just by expression alone, that Illyana knew exactly how bad their situation was, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. He knew her well enough. He didn't mind the silence that followed, letting Illyana continue to contemplate. He didn't want to rush her on this. Her opinion was important to him. The addition of the fortune teller had allowed him to find plenty more people for their circus. It wasn't just about the show. It was a lot more than that for the ringleader. This was their home, to some, it was all the family they had. That was why this situation was a lot more stressful for him than he outwardly showed. He didn't want to worry everyone.

When Illy finally spoke up, he let out a small sigh. He averted his gaze briefly, aware that accepting this would be difficult. "I understand that. You know it was why I dropped it. I do trust your instinct, but I honestly do not know what else I can do.." Lucien was not particularly sure if his words would be enough to get her to agree to this. After all he needed her help if they would even have a slim chance of finding him. Without her cooperation this would get them nowhere, and he didn't want to force her into it either.

His expression grew pensive as he weighed his options. A reasonable agreement for both of them. He did not want his desperation to lead him into making a decision that could put the rest of the members at risk. These were his people, and he was responsible for them. He was quite determined to protect them. He lightly tapped his index finger against the top of his desk as he contemplated his options. Perhaps if he reassured her of with how he planned to approach this, she might be more inclined to agree.

Finally, the nephilim broke the silence. "I do not wish to be reckless about this. First of all, we do not even know where he is. If he's too far for us to reach him with our current resources, then it's not worth seeking him. Could I at least ask you to pin point his current location? If he happens to be close, then I wish to go find him. I want to judge for myself what kind of man he is. If I feel he is too dangerous, then I will not ask him to join us. If he isn't then.. I'd like to give him a chance. You know I do not do this for greed. It's out of necessity, Illy. Too many people rely on us." He glanced toward one of the windows in his trailer at he spoke, vaguely seeing a couple of the carnies going to aid in finishing taking down one of the larger tents. He wanted to give these people their best chance, and that was not something he could do if he could not even afford to feed them or provide them with a decent wage.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Lucien leaned back on his chair, simply waiting for her to arrive. Even though it had only taken a couple minutes, it felt like much longer to him. There were too many things for him to consider at the moment. Their destination, for one, was a very important one. They couldn't afford to make a mistake this time around. They needed a successful set of shows. If finding this magician could get them this then, he'd be willing to take the risk. Golden eyes shifted toward the door, hearing the familiar knock. He didn't have to say anything, as the door then opened, revealing Illyana.

"Come on in, please, do take a seat." He said, motioning over to one of the chairs across his desk. His trailer didn't hold many unnecessary things. There was the 'office' side to his trailer, holding his desk, a couple chairs for visitors, and a few filing cabinets for organization's sake. He liked to keep things organized. Aside from that, all he had was his bed, and a simple, comfortable couch for him to do his reading in. The ringleader had a modest life growing up, he didn't really see the need to have more than he needed.

"I assume you already know what this is about." He told her, eyes trailing to the financial statements he had previously been reviewing. He pushed them slightly in her direction so she could look through them herself, and let out a small sigh.

"It's not good. We've never had a deficit this large. Even if we hit the next town.. I'm afraid we might not make enough to feed everyone, and cover travelling expenses on top of that. I cannot let things continue like this, not this time. I know that you are not a fan of the idea but.. We need him, Illy." It was clear that this was not incredibly easy for him to ask. It hadn't been the first time he had played with the idea, but he didn't know what else to do. It wasn't even for the fame and fortune, he knew something like this was necessary, and getting someone as well known as him was one of the best ways he could think of to grab the public's attention.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

The ringleader let out a small sigh as he looked through the financial statements for these past two weeks. His name was Lucien. He was a decently tall man, with fair skin. His jet black hair went a little past his ears, with a few longer strands reaching his shoulder-blades. Some could say he had a been of a feminine look to him, somehow allowing him to pull off being 'pretty' and handsome at the same time. To this day he still didn't know how to feel about it. One of his most striking features were his beautiful golden eyes, not to mention an incredibly charming, charismatic smile. That smile however, was nowhere to be found at the moment.

The amount he had added up was a lot less than he would have liked. He had grown used to having such a small amount of profit.. with the current financial situation, there weren't very many people going out of their way to go see carnival performances. They had families to feed, for that he couldn't blame them. However.. he also had people who relied on this money for survival. He too had mouths to feed, and it wasn't looking good. There just wasn't enough surplus.. and they also needed money for travel. The recent loss of their acrobats did not help the situation. Granted, he was happy that they had decided to start a family, leaving the circus for that was a wise choice, so they could seek a much more stable income, but it was not particularly the best time for them.

They needed something more. They needed a new act, one that could attract people to their shows once more. Something that would make it worthwhile for them to leave their homes in the current financial crisis. With how tense the situation was.. he wanted nothing more than to be able to put a smile on people's faces, give them a reason to smile, even through the harsh times they were going through.

It was not the first time he had contemplated this. A few months prior, Illyana, his fortune teller and right hand when it came to decision making, had a vision, of quite the famous magician. At the time, he had highly considered looking for him, but Illyana had been incredibly against it. She had never steered him wrong before, so he had trusted her word and let it go but now.. they were a little more desperate. Perhaps the addition of someone as famous as he was what they needed.

Another heavy sigh escaped him. The nephilim rose from his chair and headed to the door of his trailer. His eyes scanned the area, seeing one of the humans, the carnies that worked here.

"Alex." He called out. "Would you be so kind as to go fetch Illyana for me? I wish to speak with her."

"Course', be back in a jiffy." He said before running off to find her.

With that over with, Lucien went back inside, and waited. He knew that she would probably not be pleased with his decision but.. at this point, their options were limited. For everyone's sake, he had to do something. He was not about to let his people starve.

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Name: Ivory Evangeline Alistair
Age: 22
Birthday: Born May 4th, 1913
Nationality: American, has very slight english accent
Languages Known: English
Height: 5'8
Position: Lancer de couteau
Race: Dhampir
Abilities: -Being half human, half vampire, her abilities vary depending on whether she has had ingested blood or not. Normally, she simply has enhanced senses, but a dislike for the sun. When she drinks blood, she gains more of the vampiric abilities, such as greater speed, strength, and faster regeneration.
-Knife Manipulation: She can create, shape and manipulate knives, shaping and combining them as needed, and moving them with telekinesis.
Background:
Before there was Ivory, there was Claire Angelina Alistair, a beautiful English woman who had many potential suitors, being from a decently well off family. She had long, jet black hair, and piercing blue eyes, and a body most would have called 'perfect.' Of all of the men she could have chosen however, she had allowed herself to be deceived by the worst of them. He was an incredibly handsome man, charming, charismatic, it was hard to resist him, as if she was under his spell, wrapped around his little finger. In a sense, she really was, because this man was no ordinary human, he was a vampire. A vampire who wanted this gorgeous, unattainable woman. She was deceived, and once the vampire had gotten what he wanted, he disappeared without a trace, but not before leaving Claire a little gift. A little baby girl, and that baby was Ivory.

Having this child had essentially ruined Claire's life. Her parents disowned her, calling her a cheap whore who threw away her chances at a bright future. They left her just enough to get by, and threw her out. Left with no choice, she was forced to keep her daughter, the risk of an abortion having been much too great. Ivory had been hated from the moment she was born. For a moment she thought maybe she could drop her off at some orphanage, but she was born different. She held pure, white hair, and when she had been born, she cried like any other baby would, but when she opened her eyes, they were crimson, the color of blood. Claire was horrified, knowing this child was not normal. Then, as if nothing had happened, the eyes shifted to the same piercing blue color as her mother's.

As Ivory grew up, she began to look more and more like her mother, but the only thing Claire saw was the striking resemblance to that damned man who had ruined her life. She never bothered to personally raise her, having the midwife handle all of her needs, and essentially neglected her while she went out and did as she pleased. Over the years her hatred for her daughter only grew, to the point she began to keep her locked up in the attic that had become her new 'room' where she would never have to see her. Her albino-like appearance was not typically accepted in those times, Claire was afraid people would think her to have bore the child of a devil, which she herself came to suspect. Just catching sight of her daughter threw her into a rage, causing her to throw things, or shout at her to disappear from her sight. She found whatever excuse she could to not stay home, having resorted to seeking the company of rich men, hoping one could pull her out from the nightmare she was living.

Ivory had come to comprehend why her mother hated her so. She had been deceived by that man, and she was born into this world because of that mistake. By the time the girl reached the age of eighteen, she had begun to sneak out of the house whenever her mother wasn't around, having grown tired of having to live a life in seclusion. She'd wear a cloak to cover herself. The girl hadn't wanted to be out long, she just wanted to see how normal people lived, to see what it was her mother was forcing her to miss. She was tired of living hidden away, having to act like she did not exist. One night upon returning, her mother had come home early, her 'date' had seemingly not gone well. She was intoxicated, and having discovered her daughter had sneaked out, her anger boiled. Ivory pleaded for her mother to forgive her, but she was simply too angry to see reason.

"Why don't you understand! You are not normal! They know you're not normal! I'm so sick of having to hide and take care of you. I just want to live my own God damn life! I wish I had never given birth to you!" She shouted, firmly grasping a knife from the kitchen counter and running at her daughter. Ivory was shocked, falling over as her mother pushed her down. She grabbed onto her wrists, trying to stop her mother from piercing her as she tried to reason with her. She was just angry, she was just drunk, she tried to tell herself, but it was a lot more than that. Her mother refused to listen to her words. Ivory's eyes glowed crimson for the first time in years as she fought for her life. It was in that moment she realized she was stronger, and roughly pushed her mother off of her, attempting to scramble to her feet.

With one last desperate attempt before Ivory could get away, Claire threw the knife. The girl flinched, closing her eyes to prepare for the impact that never came. When she opened them, the knife had stopped just a few centimeters from her face, trembling in midair. Ivory was in shock. There was a mixture of hurt, disbelief.. but most of all anger. Anger that only grew as her mother screamed profanities at her, calling her a freak, calling her the child of a devil. Her mother.. truly wanted her gone. These thoughts clouded her mind, and before she could react, the knife turned, and shot in her mother's direction, and buried itself into her. The sweet smell of blood began to fill her nose, but she was in too much of a shock at what had just happened to care. Alone and afraid of what it was she was feeling, but most of all frightened of the fate that would await her if she stayed, Ivory ran out of the house, and never looked back.
Appearance: More Vampiric Look
Alternate Solo Outfit
Big Top Show Outfit

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Name: Aurel Valerius
Age: 25
Birthday: Born 1910, date unknown, given birthday October 3rd
Nationality: German
Languages Known: German, English
Height: 5'10
Position: Charmeur de serpent
Race: Half-Naga
Abilities:
-Extremely good sense of smell, can see very well in the dark
-Quick reflexes
-He can talk/communicate with snakes, it's very easy for him to get along with them
-Venomous Fangs: Possesses fangs that are coated with or secrete natural venom, which can extend to the victim when said victim is bitten by the fangs. The venom can have a variety of effects, ranging from sedation, paralysis, mutation and instant death.
Background:
As far as the boy's first memory went, he was no one. He had no idea where he came from, or if he even had a family. His earliest memory came from an orphanage he used to be in, located in Germany. Apparently some people had found him in the woods, not even old enough to even walk, and dropped him off in the nearest place they could find. Growing up the other kids were always scared of him, saying he was strange-looking. They weren't wrong. The boy had bright green, almost snakelike eyes. There very small patches of what appeared to be scales that had begun to reveal themselves on his skin over time. The strangest thing about him however, was the fact he had a small, forked tongue, unlike any other human would have. The older he became, the more defining and obvious these features became. It only drove him further into isolation. The staff of the orphanage were always irritated by how uncooperative he was, never wanting to leave his room and hardly ever eating. He was very sickly due to lack of nutrients. It reached the point where they grew tired of having to care for him. They thought if they kept him around, the child would die under their care and they would be blamed for it.

On the day the boy turned six, the orphanage decided to get rid of him. They drove him off to the middle of nowhere, to the Black Forest, located in southwest Germany, bordering France. They told themselves this boy was clearly a freak, inhuman. It was somewhere like this that the boy had been found, it was only right that they returned him where he belonged. The boy had not even bothered to fight them, he simply did not have the strength. Still, that did not stop the fear that shook him being out in the forest all alone. Distraught, cold, hungry, and utterly alone, the boy weakly walked through the forest, just wanting to find someplace warm to sleep, but he was completely lost. At long last, he found himself a tree with a large, hollow trunk, and slept there for the night. When he awoke, he found that he was not alone, but in the presence of a smaller reptilian creature, with scales that mimicked his own.

"You're in my home." It hissed, startling him slightly as he had not expected it to speak. He felt he should be startled at this new presence but he wasn't. There was.. a comfort in it, but it did not stop him from being apologetic. "I-I'm sorry.. I just wanted somewhere warm to sleep.. I-I'll go.." He muttered, crawling out of the trunk. The snake tilted it's head.

"You.. can undersstand me? Human child?" The boy nodded in return. "You are not an ordinary human.. it sseems. You are a lot like uss." It responded, revealing a similar forked tongue to his own. The boy was momentarily confused but.. he understood it. They shared a lot of similar features. He felt he had more in common with this snake than anyone else he had met back at the orphanage. In that moment the snake made a decision. He decided to take the child in, teach him what he needed to know to survive. He was taught more in his time out in the forest than he had ever learned in that dreaded place. Out here he met a variety of different snakes, all who had became quick friends with him. He no longer felt alone. He felt like he had friends, a family, who actually cared and looked out for him, and as he grew older, he also tried to do the same for them, protecting them from other predators that they couldn't fight off on their own. It was throughout one of their travels that he caught wind of a bunch of noise. The snakes didn't like it, but it made him curious. He made his way to the forest's edge, through the bushes he saw things he had never laid his eyes on. Big, colorful cars, bigger than he had ever seen before. There were a lot of people gathered around outside, they seemed to be stopped for the moment. The snakes warned him to keep away, but the boy was simply too curious, after all these people looked strange. They were dressed in colorful outfits that stood out in compared to what he had seen other humans wear. It was when he had finally decided to take heed to the snakes' warnings that he was spotted. A tall man dressed in black approached him curious of finding a small ten year old boy out here all by himself, with no one but the snakes he had with him.

He expressed his interest in him, feigned worry, told him that if he came with them, he could be among people who were strange just like him, that he was sure people would love to see him 'perform,' and if he came along with him, he'd have a place to calm home. The man's smile appeared kind, but the snakes warned him to turn back, but the boy could not help himself. The offer was too tempting. As long as the snakes could come with him, he agreed to the man's offer. Everything was fine, at first. He simply had to appear in front of a large crowd with his snakes, and he was praised, eventually having been given the 'name' of Snake. It was frightening, to be in front of so many people, having not been accustomed to such company in so long but.. he managed. His time of peace however, did not last. The ringmaster told him that what he was doing was not enough, that he needed to stay in a place where people could see him all the time, to appreciate his features. It was what was in the best interest of the circus, he said. Something only he could do. Snake accepted, a decision he quickly came to regret. The place he was put into was a black cage, with just enough room for him. The ringmaster warned him to not allow the snakes to bite anyone, or there would be trouble. He didn't understand why they would, but the reason soon became clear as the first day of the attraction passed. People crowded around him, poked at him with sticks. Kids tugged at his hair, demanding to see his snake-like tongue, or asking to see more of the scales on his skin.

The single snake that had accompanied him sought help. At night, other snakes would come and bring him food, and attempt to keep him warm. The ringmaster had noticed the increasing amount of snakes in the cage at night, and demanded to know if he could speak with them, and whether they would listen. He wanted him to tell the snakes to do tricks to entertain the audience, because it would bring in more money. It was when Snake had refused that the harsh punishments began. Saying no got him whipped, and if the snakes tried to help him it only got worse. Finally he was forced to agree, and out of worry, the snakes complied, doing as the ringmaster wanted. They began to stay with him in his cage, afraid of what would happen if they left him alone. Sometimes birds would fly down and attempt to carry off his snakes, but he would protect them with his body, doing what he could to scare the birds off so they wouldn't take his family away.

There were some good days, and there were bad days, when Snake would simply give up. Hope that someone would come and get him out of this place. Those days were the worst, and his state of depression would ruin the moods of the performances the ringmaster forced him into. Whipping was no longer an option, scarring him further would only continue to lower his value. Instead, the ringmaster forced him to drink alcohol, a way to mellow him out. For a boy just barely twelve years of age, it didn't take very much to do just that. The so called performances he could give in his drunken state were much more captivating to some, with his long, flowing golden hair and his completely flushed expression, a specific set of people found themselves desiring him. One in particular, attempted to buy him for a hefty sum of money, wanting to spend a pleasurable time with him. The ringmaster hadn't hesitated in accepting that offer, but in the night he attempted to take him away, the snakes went on a frenzy, biting and lashing out as he attempted to take him out of the cage. He was forced to give up, incredibly displeased at having to return the money he had been paid. Snake began to fear what would happen to him if he stayed here any longer. He continued to cooperate, trying his hardest to keep a clear mind with the alcohol he continued to receive, hoping that one day someone would notice his misery, and come to save him.
Distinguishing Features: He has scales distributed among his body, which reflect a greenish shimmer in the sun. / Whip lashes across his back that were inflicted upon him in his previous circus, some other minor scars from getting pecked at by larger birds.
Appearance:

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

Name: Lucien Varon
Age: 42 (Appears mid 20's)
Birthday: Born March 16th, 1893
Nationality: French
Languages Known:: French, German, English, Irish (Speak only)
Height: 6'1
Position: Meneur
Race: Nephilim
Abilities: -Stronger/faster/higher regenerative abilities than the average human
-Divine Healing: The user can heal others by using divine energy/power.
-Invulnerability: He's invulnerable to any damage caused by human-made objects or weapons, but can be wounded by supernatural means.
-He has a Relic from his angelic father that allows him to create barriers, and use his divine powers to exorcise/seal away evil beings.
Background: Lucien's beginning was not particularly a happy one. He was the result of a union between human and celestial, an angel, of all things. How it came to be, or what the story behind it was, the boy never got to learn. From the moment he was born, Lucien's mother knew that the boy was special. She knew exactly what her lover had been, and she knew that her son could bring about miracles to the world. Instead of keeping this to herself however, she had shared the news with her neighbors and friends. Whether it was a grab for attention, or whether she genuinely wanted people to know of the wonders her son could bring, Lucien never learned the reason behind it, though anyone he would have asked would have gone for the former. His mother had not taken too kindly to those who called her a liar. Insults were thrown about, and she was accused of simply trying to make up excuses for the fact she had given birth to a bastard child. Her outbursts eventually caught the attention of the authorities, as neighbors had begun to gossip that the woman was beginning to go mad. Thinking she would prove to be a danger to her child, they locked her up in a sanitarium, and dropped off the child at a nearby church, where the priests there were expected to take him in.

At first the head priest and the people thought him to be a simple, ordinary child. No one believed the mad woman's tales after all. That was, until the priest received a revelation. Lucien's father appeared before him in a moment of prayer, and attempt to prove the boy's heritage genuine. He told them he could not be allowed to be there for his child, because the union he had partaken in was forbidden. Being near him would only put the boy in danger. The priests had been in complete, utter awe at the sight of this benevolent being. The angel warned them of what could happen if the other humans discovered what he was. He tasked the priest with protecting his child until he was old enough to look out for himself. He gave the priest a relic, a gift to his son, that would help keep him safe from evil. With the promise secured, the angel scattered into the wind, leaving only a single, white feather behind.

The boy grew up in the safety of the church, hidden away. As he grew older, the more clear it was that the angel they had seen was indeed his father. Lucien gave off an aura of pure innocence, and as he further developed, beautiful white wings began to grow out of his back. This put the priests in a panic, worried that he would be found out, they told him to hide them, to never show them to anyone. The boy seemed incapable of being harmed by simple things like a scrapped knee. In fact nothing seemed to be able to make him bleed, and as they discovered one day, when Lucien had seen an injured animal in the church courtyard, the boy also had an ability to heal other people. The priest understood just how much danger he could be in if someone with foul intentions caught wind of this child. Even as he grew into his teens, and to age of young adult, they still worried, as he had grown sheltered and was naive of the cruelties of the world, no matter how much they warned him, he always wanted to see the best in people. They thought maybe they could keep him safe forever but.. when the warnings of war came, the priests knew they had to act. They could not let Lucien be dragged into the humans' war. Hoping to keep him safe, they sent Lucien off on a boat to America, where they believed he could be kept safe from the plagues of war.
Appearance:
Ringleader Outfit (With top hat, and normal tie)

Cirque D'étoiles (1x1, FxM, MxM, FxF)

It was very cold. Lucien tightly wrapped his coat around himself as he stood on the deck of the ship, looking out into the ocean, his eyes sparkling in excitement. It was the first time he had ever seen the ocean.. and he would soon be travelling through it on this very ship. Honestly.. he was completely out of his element. The man was currently twenty years old, but in terms of experiencing the world, he might as well have been a teenager, or even less. He had lived through an incredibly sheltered life. The man was no ordinary human, no. He carried divine blood in his veins. He was what many would call a nephilim. Son of a union between a human woman and an angel, neither of who he had ever had the chance to meet. He had heard the unfortunate tale from the priest who had taken him in. His mother had been thought to have gone insane from having thought she had given birth to a miracle child of the angel, and had been locked away because of it. By the time he was old enough to have gone to see her.. it was simply too late. She had left this world, without him having ever been given the chance to speak with her.

To this day, Lucien was unsure of what to feel of what the priests had told him. Part of him resented his father, for having abandoned them.. but another understood the danger he had attempted to keep him from. Most of his resentment.. came from the fact that his mother had not survived the sanitarium long enough for the man to have ever met her, because of the cruel conditions of the place the authorities had placed her into. All he had left were the priests who had taken care of him. He was grateful to them, he truly was.. but there was only so much of the world he could see from under their sheltered care. They were always so overprotective of him, panicked at the possibility that anyone could find out what he truly was and use him to fulfill their greed. It was that same fear that drove them to the current situation. The tensions of war filled the air.

They were afraid that Lucien would get pulled into the situation by being unable to avoid the draft. If his abilities were discovered, then there was no doubt that he would be used in the war effort, and none of them wanted that. This was what drove them to have Lucien leave the country before it was too late, to get him to safety before the flames of war ran across Europe. They managed to secure passage for him to America, and why he was currently on this ship, all alone. They had given him enough coin to make it through safety, and to use in case of emergencies. There was supposed to be someone else waiting for him upon his arrival, so they could show him how things worked there. Part of him looked forward to it, but another worried he would be going from one life of recluse to another, and that wasn't something he wanted.

Despite all of that, he still wasn't sure that things would turn out that way. It didn't stop the fact that he was finally going to get to see the world, even if it might be for only a small period of time. It was scary, yes, to be out here alone, but it was because it was the first time he was able to do something like this that he was looking forward to it. No one to tell him not to do this and that, he felt like he had achieved a small form of freedom. A small smile tugged at his lips as his golden eyes scanned the horizon one last time. Even though the cold didn't bother him as much as it would a normal human, he decided it was time to go back inside. He turned away from side of the ship and began to head down to the lower deck. That was when his shoulder bumped into an older rugged-looking man, who had been in current conversation with a few other men.

"My apologies.." He muttered, not quite meeting their gaze. The stench of alcohol hit his nose, making him scrunch it up slightly. He had been warned to not catch the attention of such men. They could be.. problematic. He had wanted to take his leave as quickly as possible, but the man he had ran into reached out and grabbed his arm, not appreciating his hurry to leave.

"Oi, I dun think I could hear ya." He said, slurring his words ever so sightly.

"I'm sorry for running into you. I'll.. just be on my way.." He repeated, attempting to pull his arm away. His grip was strong. It wasn't like he couldn't try to break free but.. he didn't want to cause any problems before his journey had even officially started.

"If it ain't a fancy lil frog. Couldn't tell at first glance." He squinted. Lucien's eyes looked up at him with slight confusion as to why he was being referred to as such, but he wasn't about to ask. Regardless, he hadn't gotten the chance to. "Ye sure yer a man?" He tugged on his arm. "Quite scrawny ain't he?" He asked his companions, who laughed at his insults before they surrounded him. He felt a strong push on his back, causing him to stumble slightly. Lucien's eyes darted from the man in front of him to the one who had pushed him, unsure of what he should do. Clearly an apology wasn't enough for them. He didn't want to do anything that would risk him getting kicked out the boat. The priests had worked hard to secure him this passage, and he didn't want to let it go to waste.

"Y-Yes, I am. I'm sorry to have bothered you, I would appreciate it if you could let go of me." He attempted to reason with them once more. Maybe it wouldn't get him anywhere, but it was worth trying.