Zirkus der Träume - (1x1 Xpherix and Kimber)

A Mysterious Clown

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A silent stirring filled the tent as the lights dimmed once more.  Anticipation swelled within the fabric confines as dull murmuring mixed with the low music.  It was quickly snuffed by the abrupt spotlight flicking on to center stage.  It was the clown, tall and clad in monochrome.  The spectators silenced upon his sight.  There was excitement and uneasiness in the air.  He outstretched his hands and smiled evenly, "Before this final act, everyone here at Zirkus der Träume would like to thank you for coming all this way and allowing us to perform for you.  It is all like one big dream turned into reality and so we shall delve further into the mind," a thin finger pointed at his head, "We want to bring you closer to that land and make all those vision come true."  The last bit of the clowns words seemed a bit ominous.  The lanky man clapped his hands together then there was a puff of smoke and what appeared to be a large hand-cranked music box hung from his neck.  He gripped the handle and began turning it.  The soft almost hypnotic tune echoed throughout the tent quieting everyone, absolutely everyone.  The false stars twinkled in the fabric sky.  Lights on the stage faded in over the clown in swirling black and white stripes.  The entire thing was yearning and very...melancholy.


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"We can make all your dreams come true."

Poppi remained silent as she watched the stage. The music was somewhat calming, but her sour mood continued to linger, as her hood stayed over her head, and her arms were now crossed over her chest. She sat in the chair and looked out a bit until the clown made his grand appearance. Poppi sat up a bit, in order to hear him as he gave his thanks to everyone who had arrived. It made her think a little, was everyone led here? Did they find it by mistake? Did they find an entrance, or was shown inside, much like Poppi was? It rose many questions in the girl's mind, as her thoughts drifted off to a somewhat melodic tune that began to play. When she came to, she saw the clown turning some sort of handle that was connected to him, emitting the sound, and most likely atmosphere, for the last act. The melody made her heart feel sad for some reason, but at the same time, mesmerized, and calm. She continued to look out and wait for whatever would come for the second act.
     


"Sanity? What's that? Can I eat it!?"
 
 
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There stood the clown turning the music box.  Turning, turning.  The lights spun around with the spiral of black and white.  The tune floated through air in a somber dance.  The clown's mechanical turning like it was a doll itself held up by threads like a marionette.  The tune grew faster as the clown cranked the handle quicker and quicker.  This was no longer a comforting tune but an unsettling one.  The lights spun quickly matching the music.  Faster, faster.  The audience was no longer silent.  Distressed murmuring resonated throughout the cloth structure.  Then there was a bright flash from the center stage.  Brilliant, blinding.  The music stopped.  The shimmering light dulled and it gave way to fantastical colors.  Bold and striking, more so than before which wasn't thought to be possible.  But there standing center stage was the clown.  Adorned in colors just as striking with a demeanor that contradicted the somber clown they had known.  No, the clown was now bold and outstanding with a wide cat-like smile stretching for ear to ear.  In his hands was no longer a music box but a sleek cane.  His wardrobe even looked altered.  He fell into a deep bow then stood back upright.  "I am Mephistopheles!" he announced, "Ringmaster of Zirkus der Träume and the magician."  There were murmurs.  "Please allow me this final act," he said with an unwavering even smile as his dual colored eyes scanned the crowd.


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“Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit,
His waxen wings did mount above his reach,
And, melting, Heavens conspir'd his overthrow.”

Carnival

Poppi was sitting in her chair, sighing softly, as the music increased with speed and anticipation. She watched silently, waiting for the main event to arrive. What happened next, someone surprised her... And didn't. Was this circus full of lies? She huffed softly and looked at the Clown, until the clown suddenly turned into a man, as florescent, if not more so, than Poppi herself. She blinked a few times and soon sat up in her chair. Unique. Different. Odd. Strange. With each word, her smile grew just a tad bit bigger. Weird. Colorful. Unnatural. She leaned in slightly, and started to mumble softly to herself, without meaning to.
 "Different... Off... Not... Same-No... Weird... Strange...    
She continued to mumble softly, to only where she could hear it, as she watched the surprisingly colorful man stand up tall. She wondered what his talent was?


"Sanity? What's that? Can I eat it!?"
 
 
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