The Waypoint

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Seemingly overnight, a massive circus-like structure had popped up; the area was gated, but the chain-link was decorated with balloons and paper flowers. There were four main tents, with the colors being: black and gold, black and green, black and red, and black and purple. There were two smaller ones, black and blue, and blue and white, respectively. Also, there was a seemingly empty pink one. people in pink and white striped clothes, short fool hats ("horned fool hats"), and masks with simple smiles and eyes painted on, running the area, selling popcorn, caramel apples, and more. at the front under an arch was someone in a black and white suit, their face mask-like with seemingly pure white paint, their eyes a dark blue, and they also had a similarly striped top hat. On their suit was "ticket taker."

A man warily approaches, his eyes lined with the sorrows of a thousand sleepless nights, feebly stumbling through the sandy grass on down towards the tents in the early morning. Donned in a bright-green shirt and forgettable black pants, he approaches the ticket-taker, mumbling something between his clenched teeth. 

He then repeats it once more. "You aren't supposed to be here."

 the ticket taker just smiles "im afraid i dont catch you meaning, however would you like to buy a ticket? our shows happen all evening, and the times are on the backs"

 he flicked a hand and a ticket appeared in it before he offered it to the man "and this one can be on the house for you, being the first to get one"

“I know your type. Those who come and attack a space with their spectacle. The lights and smoke will hide everything going on backstage.”

He grins, somewhat maniacally, and takes the ticket—somewhat roughly—from the ticket-taker. “So, fine. My family disappeared with your kind. But I’ll take a ticket and see if I can find them as well.”

 "im afraid you misunderstand sir" his voice shifted as his pupils seemed to narrow "we have mearly come to entertain" then as if nothing happened, he bowed slightly, his face returned to normal "i should hope you enjoy the shows. the harlequin's is first, then the peirrot, followed by the jester, then then the joker, the-" he shook his head "right shes dead, appologies, the joker's show is last of the night"

A shop has popped up in town, the only thing announcing it's arrival is a chalkboard sign out by the front door with swirly chalk-drawn words on black spell out "Crux's Curios". 

The shop is small, only one room, shelves lining the walls with a single large table in its center. The shelves and the table are piled with odd items, the skull of a brass dragon wyrmling, numerous vials filled with animal samples, towers and obelisks made of minerals, crystal balls, bones specimens, furs of all different species, an eye of a nothic floating in a jar, a strange looking plant in a large jar that glows orange, numerous stuffed animals with blank eyes, and more.

An Alligator-Folk stands near a table towards the back, leaning against the wall as he reads the newspaper in his hands. His scales are a dark green color, like the forest at night. His white button-up dress shirt is stained with sweat, the warmth of the outside bleeding through into the inner core of his shop. His claws are painted gold with elder runes etched into the paint. He wears gold jewelry, bracelets, rings, necklaces, and even gold capped teeth. 

Seemingly out of nowhere, posters appeared all over the area, promoting "the circus, a place not for the lighthearted," and below the words on the poster was an open circus tent with a fool mask visible (white mask with painted black crescent eyes and mouth)

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A shop has popped up in town, the only thing announcing it's arrival is a chalkboard sign out by the front door with swirly chalk-drawn words on black spell out "Crux's Curios". 

The shop is small, only one room, shelves lining the walls with a single large table in its center. The shelves and the table are piled with odd items, the skull of a brass dragon wyrmling, numerous vials filled with animal samples, towers and obelisks made of minerals, crystal balls, bones specimens, furs of all different species, an eye of a nothic floating in a jar, a strange looking plant in a large jar that glows orange, numerous stuffed animals with blank eyes, and more.

An Alligator-Folk stands near a table towards the back, leaning against the wall as he reads the newspaper in his hands. His scales are a dark green color, like the forest at night. His white button-up dress shirt is stained with sweat, the warmth of the outside bleeding through into the inner core of his shop. His claws are painted gold with elder runes etched into the paint. He wears gold jewelry, bracelets, rings, necklaces, and even gold capped teeth. 

 A rail-thin human in a striped top hat, big glasses, and a trenchcoat walks in, sucking on a lollypop. They pick up a stuffed animal. "Craftsmanship. I miss... I miss stuff like this." They gently pet the toy.

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A shop has popped up in town, the only thing announcing it's arrival is a chalkboard sign out by the front door with swirly chalk-drawn words on black spell out "Crux's Curios". 

The shop is small, only one room, shelves lining the walls with a single large table in its center. The shelves and the table are piled with odd items, the skull of a brass dragon wyrmling, numerous vials filled with animal samples, towers and obelisks made of minerals, crystal balls, bones specimens, furs of all different species, an eye of a nothic floating in a jar, a strange looking plant in a large jar that glows orange, numerous stuffed animals with blank eyes, and more.

An Alligator-Folk stands near a table towards the back, leaning against the wall as he reads the newspaper in his hands. His scales are a dark green color, like the forest at night. His white button-up dress shirt is stained with sweat, the warmth of the outside bleeding through into the inner core of his shop. His claws are painted gold with elder runes etched into the paint. He wears gold jewelry, bracelets, rings, necklaces, and even gold capped teeth. 

 A rail-thin human in a striped top hat, big glasses, and a trenchcoat walks in, sucking on a lollypop. They pick up a stuffed animal. "Craftsmanship. I miss... I miss stuff like this." They gently pet the toy.

 Crux looks up from his newspaper, smiling wide, his teeth glinting "I'm glad someone does! I make everything here by my own hand."

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 A rail-thin human in a striped top hat, big glasses, and a trenchcoat walks in, sucking on a lollypop. They pick up a stuffed animal. "Craftsmanship. I miss... I miss stuff like this." They gently pet the toy.

 Crux looks up from his newspaper, smiling wide, his teeth glinting "I'm glad someone does! I make everything here by my own hand."

 "Incredible! A man of numerous talents, I see!" Wiley hugs the toy, then sets it on the counter. "What do you sell these for? Money's barely worth anything these days."

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 A rail-thin human in a striped top hat, big glasses, and a trenchcoat walks in, sucking on a lollypop. They pick up a stuffed animal. "Craftsmanship. I miss... I miss stuff like this." They gently pet the toy.

 Crux looks up from his newspaper, smiling wide, his teeth glinting "I'm glad someone does! I make everything here by my own hand."

 "Incredible! A man of numerous talents, I see!" Wiley hugs the toy, then sets it on the counter. "What do you sell these for? Money's barely worth anything these days."

 "Eh, trade whatever you believe it's worth to be then it will be enough." He chuckled, walking over to a very very old cash register. He snaps his fingers, the register drawer suddenly opening.

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 "Incredible! A man of numerous talents, I see!" Wiley hugs the toy, then sets it on the counter. "What do you sell these for? Money's barely worth anything these days."

 "Eh, trade whatever you believe it's worth to be then it will be enough." He chuckled, walking over to a very very old cash register. He snaps his fingers, the register drawer suddenly opening.

 They open their briefcase and start putting various bottles of candies on the counter. The labels are things like "cocaine drops," "heroin sticks," and "chocolate morphine truffles."

"Do any of these interest you?"

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 "Incredible! A man of numerous talents, I see!" Wiley hugs the toy, then sets it on the counter. "What do you sell these for? Money's barely worth anything these days."

 "Eh, trade whatever you believe it's worth to be then it will be enough." He chuckled, walking over to a very very old cash register. He snaps his fingers, the register drawer suddenly opening.

 They open their briefcase and start putting various bottles of candies on the counter. The labels are things like "cocaine drops," "heroin sticks," and "chocolate morphine truffles."

"Do any of these interest you?"

 Crux looks them over before narrowing his golden eyes "Not to sound difficult but this all you got?"

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Seemingly overnight, a massive circus-like structure had popped up; the area was gated, but the chain-link was decorated with balloons and paper flowers. There were four main tents, with the colors being: black and gold, black and green, black and red, and black and purple. There were two smaller ones, black and blue, and blue and white, respectively. Also, there was a seemingly empty pink one. people in pink and white striped clothes, short fool hats ("horned fool hats"), and masks with simple smiles and eyes painted on, running the area, selling popcorn, caramel apples, and more. at the front under an arch was someone in a black and white suit, their face mask-like with seemingly pure white paint, their eyes a dark blue, and they also had a similarly striped top hat. On their suit was "ticket taker."

A man warily approaches, his eyes lined with the sorrows of a thousand sleepless nights, feebly stumbling through the sandy grass on down towards the tents in the early morning. Donned in a bright-green shirt and forgettable black pants, he approaches the ticket-taker, mumbling something between his clenched teeth. 

He then repeats it once more. "You aren't supposed to be here."

 the ticket taker just smiles "im afraid i dont catch you meaning, however would you like to buy a ticket? our shows happen all evening, and the times are on the backs"

 he flicked a hand and a ticket appeared in it before he offered it to the man "and this one can be on the house for you, being the first to get one"

“I know your type. Those who come and attack a space with their spectacle. The lights and smoke will hide everything going on backstage.”

He grins, somewhat maniacally, and takes the ticket—somewhat roughly—from the ticket-taker. “So, fine. My family disappeared with your kind. But I’ll take a ticket and see if I can find them as well.”

 "im afraid you misunderstand sir" his voice shifted as his pupils seemed to narrow "we have mearly come to entertain" then as if nothing happened, he bowed slightly, his face returned to normal "i should hope you enjoy the shows. the harlequin's is first, then the peirrot, followed by the jester, then then the joker, the-" he shook his head "right shes dead, appologies, the joker's show is last of the night"

"Perhaps you are different from the others. I do not believe it, but I shall see." 

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 They open their briefcase and start putting various bottles of candies on the counter. The labels are things like "cocaine drops," "heroin sticks," and "chocolate morphine truffles."

"Do any of these interest you?"

 Crux looks them over before narrowing his golden eyes "Not to sound difficult but this all you got?"

 They visibly flinch, as though he screamed at them. "Of course not! I just wanted to see if they interested you!" They place more items on the table. A box of toxic moth cocoons. A glass jar of cigars. A heated terrarium containing a sunlamp, some sticks and leaves, and a small, venomous snake. Several clean, capped needles. An ornate tea set.

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Seemingly overnight, a massive circus-like structure had popped up; the area was gated, but the chain-link was decorated with balloons and paper flowers. There were four main tents, with the colors being: black and gold, black and green, black and red, and black and purple. There were two smaller ones, black and blue, and blue and white, respectively. Also, there was a seemingly empty pink one. people in pink and white striped clothes, short fool hats ("horned fool hats"), and masks with simple smiles and eyes painted on, running the area, selling popcorn, caramel apples, and more. at the front under an arch was someone in a black and white suit, their face mask-like with seemingly pure white paint, their eyes a dark blue, and they also had a similarly striped top hat. On their suit was "ticket taker."

A man warily approaches, his eyes lined with the sorrows of a thousand sleepless nights, feebly stumbling through the sandy grass on down towards the tents in the early morning. Donned in a bright-green shirt and forgettable black pants, he approaches the ticket-taker, mumbling something between his clenched teeth. 

He then repeats it once more. "You aren't supposed to be here."

 the ticket taker just smiles "im afraid i dont catch you meaning, however would you like to buy a ticket? our shows happen all evening, and the times are on the backs"

 he flicked a hand and a ticket appeared in it before he offered it to the man "and this one can be on the house for you, being the first to get one"

“I know your type. Those who come and attack a space with their spectacle. The lights and smoke will hide everything going on backstage.”

He grins, somewhat maniacally, and takes the ticket—somewhat roughly—from the ticket-taker. “So, fine. My family disappeared with your kind. But I’ll take a ticket and see if I can find them as well.”

 "im afraid you misunderstand sir" his voice shifted as his pupils seemed to narrow "we have mearly come to entertain" then as if nothing happened, he bowed slightly, his face returned to normal "i should hope you enjoy the shows. the harlequin's is first, then the peirrot, followed by the jester, then then the joker, the-" he shook his head "right shes dead, appologies, the joker's show is last of the night"

"Perhaps you are different from the others. I do not believe it, but I shall see." 

 "ideed. the first show starts at 5 it will be a pleasure to see you there." he bowed again *wonder when the others will notice the massive circus behind the waypoint place? :)*

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 They open their briefcase and start putting various bottles of candies on the counter. The labels are things like "cocaine drops," "heroin sticks," and "chocolate morphine truffles."

"Do any of these interest you?"

 Crux looks them over before narrowing his golden eyes "Not to sound difficult but this all you got?"

 They visibly flinch, as though he screamed at them. "Of course not! I just wanted to see if they interested you!" They place more items on the table. A box of toxic moth cocoons. A glass jar of cigars. A heated terrarium containing a sunlamp, some sticks and leaves, and a small, venomous snake. Several clean, capped needles. An ornate tea set.

 Crux tilts his head, his eyes narrowing before smiling again "I'll take the snake. Always fond of the little guys I must admit." He grins 

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 They visibly flinch, as though he screamed at them. "Of course not! I just wanted to see if they interested you!" They place more items on the table. A box of toxic moth cocoons. A glass jar of cigars. A heated terrarium containing a sunlamp, some sticks and leaves, and a small, venomous snake. Several clean, capped needles. An ornate tea set.

 Crux tilts his head, his eyes narrowing before smiling again "I'll take the snake. Always fond of the little guys I must admit." He grins 

 "Take good care of him. He's very young, and he eats a lot, but he's mostly docile. His venom is very, very potent. Too potent to use." He gently pets the teddy bear again, then starts to put away all the other items.

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 They visibly flinch, as though he screamed at them. "Of course not! I just wanted to see if they interested you!" They place more items on the table. A box of toxic moth cocoons. A glass jar of cigars. A heated terrarium containing a sunlamp, some sticks and leaves, and a small, venomous snake. Several clean, capped needles. An ornate tea set.

 Crux tilts his head, his eyes narrowing before smiling again "I'll take the snake. Always fond of the little guys I must admit." He grins 

 "Take good care of him. He's very young, and he eats a lot, but he's mostly docile. His venom is very, very potent. Too potent to use." He gently pets the teddy bear again, then starts to put away all the other items.

 (baal need you to do something on Feabreak, plz and thanks!)

A man, seeming to be in his twenties, walks toward the Californian Hotel. His hair only goes down to his shoulders and is a scarlet red. His left arm is not flesh, but instead metal. He is wearing a large and black baggy coat with one big rose pink stripe. The left sleeve is rolled up and he seems to pressing buttons on it, frustratingly. Before he finally just mashes his fist into to with anger, as he bumps into one of the tents. He looks up at the tent, confused.

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A man, seeming to be in his twenties, walks toward the Californian Hotel. His hair only goes down to his shoulders and is a scarlet red. His left arm is not flesh, but instead metal. He is wearing a large and black baggy coat with one big rose pink stripe. The left sleeve is rolled up and he seems to pressing buttons on it, frustratingly. Before he finally just mashes his fist into to with anger, as he bumps into one of the tents. He looks up at the tent, confused.

*technecaly he would hit the fence first, but i can work with it*

as he does so, a person(?) in a white and pink striped costume, with a curcular mask, with painted on crescent eyes and mouth, and a fools hat, matching the others walking around approaches him, its voice emotionless and hard to identify behind the mask, though the body shape is vaugly female "hello sir, im afraid the circus is not open yet, and will not be until 5. however if you wish to purchase a ticket at the entrance you may." she(?) lightly grabs his arm and pulls him towards the entrance

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 They visibly flinch, as though he screamed at them. "Of course not! I just wanted to see if they interested you!" They place more items on the table. A box of toxic moth cocoons. A glass jar of cigars. A heated terrarium containing a sunlamp, some sticks and leaves, and a small, venomous snake. Several clean, capped needles. An ornate tea set.

 Crux tilts his head, his eyes narrowing before smiling again "I'll take the snake. Always fond of the little guys I must admit." He grins 

 "Take good care of him. He's very young, and he eats a lot, but he's mostly docile. His venom is very, very potent. Too potent to use." He gently pets the teddy bear again, then starts to put away all the other items.

 "Tell me.. or don't, up to you, but these items you got.. you some kinda of candy maker or drug producers? I would wager probably both." He asked, gesturing to the items.

*Cut with Chara, and you PMed me that it was protected by an illusory...emptiness, no?*

"I shall...see you again. It will be a...pleasure." He spits out the last word with distaste, stomping off across the brush.