Revision as of 20:40, 28 April 2016

Participants

• Angus
• Fayrmune
• Fenris
• Galatea
• Iorek
• Kilani
• Molly

Date

28/4/479

Log

The crowd in the square starts to congregate around the stage and the lone figure on the stage. This could be a good show!

Iorek smirks slightly, understanding slight of hand he's not really impressed by the appearance of the flowers, but he looks like a showman, this could be a laugh at least. Leaning heavily on the cane he wanders closer to the stage, joining in the crowd as it grows.

Angus slips into the crowd, snerking as he watches the magician perform 'wonders!' for all to behold. He reaches up to put his hand before his mouth to hide the smile, laughter hard stopped before it can be heard, his tail flicking behind him before he notices Iorek among the crowd, his ears perking for a moment.

Well, this was different. Magic isn't exactly an unfamiliar thing, but this wasn't your typical magic, it seems. Curious. Kilani places herself fairly near the stage, hoping to catch a gleam of whatever seems to be causing the bird phenomenon.

Trailing footsteps eke out on the cobblestone, as Galatea looks up to the Church, it's superimposed form looming over the square. She smiles to herself, before her amber-hued eyes pinpoint the bat. "Is something the matter?" she asks in a dulcet voice, approaching slowly.

The stage magician waves and bows at the mild applause, then beckons the audience to come nearer. "Draw close, friends," he calls, spreading his hands wide, "And I will stun and amaze you!" He points dramatically out at the audience. "But first! I will need the help of one of you!" he proclaims, "Who among you will assisst me?"

Iorek smirks as his tail give a brief, involuntry wag. He used to love these magic acts as a kid, but he's probably a bit too grown up for this. 'Yeah, I'll let one of the kids or someone volunteer. Maybe vonunteer their parents.' he thinks to himself as he looks around at the nearby crowd, inching forward slightly to make sure he can get a good view.

Angus slips through the crowd, stepping up beside Iorek as he watches the Magician. "So, hows the leg? I take it the cane means you haven't fully recovered." He asks the Lab, giving him a quick once over look before focusing back on the magician. A volunteer? My this would be an intresting show, the smile still hidden behind a hand.

A volunteer? Sure, why not. Kilani calmly and quietly raises her hand, the tall and thin bat easily sticking out from the rest of the crowd. I mean, it's certainly better than watching, and perhaps a closer look can be gleaned. She continues to eye the magician's glove and hat, determined to seek out whatever rune summoned the birds.

Galatea watches on silently as the volunteer steps for the stage, and she purses her lips.

Molly skipped into the square in a hurry, her dress bouncing with her jumps as she makes her way through toward the church. The beckoning and call of the magical feline catch her ears, however, and she quickly changes course to watch the show. Being so small of stature, she takes on a pattern of constant hopping up and down to get a view. In doing so, a certain labrador catches her eye, and she pauses her hopping to scurry beside Iorek and begin hopping there instead. The raised hands in the crowd catch her attention as well, and she joins them, frantically waving a hand at the peak of her jumps.

Fayrmune arrives dressed in one of her best courtly dresses instead of her usual flexible travel robe. She still carries her dai-sho on her of course, even if her social soul somewhat hinders her ability to use them presently. "How fun! A show!", she exclaims to no one in particular as she weaves her way gracefully through the crowd, looking for a good seat.

"Why don't we let fate decide?" the magician asks, grinning. He raises his hands into the air and dozens of playing cards shoot forth from his sleeves and spin and flutter over the beings in the audience, somehow never settling to the ground! The cards all float and dance in the air, ranging to and fro across the square until they start to slowly gather in a cloud above Iorek! The cards all start to rain down on the dog's head. "You there!" the feline magician grins, "Come! Join me on the stage, my friend! Bring your friends!"

Iorek turns to Angus when he hears his name, as he goes to answer, looking a little hesitant as he rubs the back of his head, the barrage of cards rain down on him. He gives the magician a dopey "Wha? Me?" kind of look before looking a little excited, before turning apprehensive. He's been trying to stay out the spot light, but I doubt anything will happen with Lord Solacious standing right here. With a shrug, he hobbles towards the stage using the stick, tail wagging occasionally as he tries to hide his excitement, badly.

Angus watches the bunny jump up and down in place, contemplating how exactly to help them with this issue before Iorek is singled out in the crowd. "...Well, I guess it would be amusing to see how this facade works itself out hm?" He states, sweeping his hand towards the stage in an indication that he would be accompanying Iorek for the trick.

Molly watches in awe as the cards shoot over the audience, grabbing at the air to try and catch them as they hang above - only to start pouring on her canine companion! She squeals with excitement, thumping a foot off the ground before starting off to scurry after Iorek, sticking close to wade through the crowd with him in hopes of finding a better view.

Fayrmune claps her hands as the cards fly every which way. She cheers when the magician--or rather card cards-- choose someone from the crowd. "Wooo! Show us some more tricks!", she shouts excitedly as more people join the magician on the stage.

"Good show," Galatea murmurs to herself with a languid smile. She softly applauds as the cards unfurl in the air.

The grinning magician welcomes Iorek, Angus and Molly up on stage, then waves a hand to the wings of the little stage where a pair of black foxes wheel out a large box with slots cut into the sides along with a rack of long swords. "Behold!" he cries out, "The box of DEATH!" The cat waits for his stagehands to place the red box in the middle of the stage, then opens it theatrically as they leave again. The box is, of course, completely empty, though it has a hole in the top, ostensibly for someone to poke their head through. "See, my friends," he says, waving the trio closer, "Nothing hidden here! No tricks!" He steps languidly into the box and pulls it closed. "I will thank you to latch the box and start stabbing the swords through!" he says, grinning from his place in the closed box, "You will find that they are quite solid and very real."

Iorek taps one of the swords on the gtound resulting in a satisfying *clang* showing they are indeed real, before he shrugs again, closing the box and latching it closed before he stands to one side, leaning on the cane. Hesitating a little to what will likely lead to the magician encouraging him, he stabs the first sword through the first slot, slowly.

Angus snerks, stepping away from the box to allow Iorek to continue with the show! "Why yes, they are true blades, let us hope our friend within the box does not become skewerd by them." He exclaims loud enough for everyone to hear. He himself did not care for such cheap thrills, but he would not ruin the fun for others when it wasn't necessary.

Molly gasps, covering her cheeks dramatically at the reveal of the box of DEATH. She scurries over to take a sword from the rack.. struggling with it in both of her hands as she grunts and aligns it with one of the slots, thrusting forward! ..And smacking just next to the slot, huffing and puffing as she lifts it just a bit to catch on the slot and slide in. She seems very, very concerned about what she's doing, but trusts the wisdom of a magician.

Fayrmune scoffs to herself when the magician mentions "real" swords. She pats the equisitally-made blades on her hip, knowing what folly that statement was. She does join in the suspense with the rest of the crowd despite her satire, oohing and aahinh as necessary when the blades are pressed into the box.

The black cat magician cries out as the first two swords slide home. "Continue!" he moans, "Do not stop!" There are four more blades and four more slots that will criss-cross through the red box. A rippling murmur runs through the crowd as they watch Iorek and Molly impale the poor magician.

Iorek getting caught up in the show, Iorek briefly juggles two of the blades one handed, before catching one with his tail. Sliding them both in at once slowly, one with his tail, the other with his free hand, even trying to add an evil laugh to add to the drama, but it comes out rather giggly

Angus starts to clap a bit, staying upon the stage as his smile grows. "let us see if he can escape this in time! Or if he bleeds upon the ground." His ears flick and twitch at all the sound, his gaze roaming over the spot for a few moments before his attention afixes upon the magician once more.

Molly returns to get another blade after she's pushes the first in fully, timidly scurrying back and forth from the rack, the tip of her blade dulling as it dragged across the stage behind her. She grunts nad huffs yet again, reaching to catch the tip of the blade on the slot, before gently sliding it in, shutting her eyes and wincing. She murmurs something about loving magic shows, hopping from foot to foot as she steps back from the box, standing beside Angus as she waits for Iorek to apply the final sword.

Fayrmune gasps, as no one could squeeze that much to avoid the swords, fake as they might be! Surely the occupant must be dead now!

The magician shrieks and moans as each sword slides home, skewering the narrow red box completely, the tips dripping with red. . . "THE LAST SWORD!" the black cat shrieks, "DO IT!"

Iorek picks up the last sword letting it flip in the air before catching it, he steps menacingly towards the box and thrusts the sword in viciously with an evil smirk "ah Ha!"

Angus watches the red drip from the box, he could not fault the magicians showman ship in the slightest. As the last blade sinks in he gently pulls the brim of his hat down in mock shock, before looking back once more as the thunk of it sliding home is heard.

Molly covers her muzzle, standing still as she could as she waited to see how the magician pulled off his trick. Though.. Iorek's showmanship did elicit a giggle from her, the rabbit's fingers tightening over her mouth to hide it.

Fayrmune's eyes are wide and she subconsciously tightens her grip on one of her blades. The suspense is high and she finds herself leaning forward in her seat, eagerly anticipating to see hwta happens!

The magician screams as Iorek thrusts the final sword home and begins to shake and convulse, continuing to shriek! The swords too start to shake and rattle in the slots made for them and slowly, agonizingly start to slide out. Suddenly, the blades all jettison themselves, clanging loudly to the stage floor, all sparkling clean! The latch on the side snaps open with a click and the box springs open, allowing the black cat to step out with a flourish, raising his arms into the air and stepping forward out of the box, his coat and person immaculate and untouched! The crowd erupts into applause!

Iorek joins in with the applause, genuinely impressed by the swords shaking out on their own and everything being clean. He grins at Molly and Angus before standing around slightly akwardly, wondering what to do now.

Angus claps in turn, a marvelous performance! "Well done, well done." He comments for the black cat, and for Iorek's help in the matter with a bit of a chuckle.

Molly cheers and claps, hopping up and down as she sees the magician walk out unharmed! "Oh, my goodness!" she squeals, hopping forward next to Iorek - though, it seems she doesn't know what to do with herself, as she quickly stumbles back to stand with Angus.

Fayrmune stands with the rest of the crowd and applauds the fantastic performance! "Amazing!", she shouts. "Well done!"

The well dressed black cat grins and bows at the audience and turns once more to Iorek. "Perhaps you will help me with one more trick, little friend?" he asks, leading Iorek to the center of the stage while his stagehands quickly remove the box and the swords.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen!" the magician says, waving to Molly and Angus to stand on either side of him, "I shall make my very helpful assistant here on a trip through the aether! He shall vanish before your very eyes as he goes on an ethereal jaunt!" The cat holds out his hand to a stage hand and accepts a wide hoop draped with red silk. "Now!" he says to Iorek, "Be still and prepare yourself for the trip of a lifetime!"

Iorek grins a little, his tail wagging as he gets caught up in the show, he nods and follows the stage hands directions slowly, still limping on his leg with the cane. He stands where instructed holding still, winking at the audience with a smirk.