|Rasui (sleepdeprived) wrote in cirque_rp,|
@ 2017-11-16 19:53:00
The days of influx of employeed minds in the Cirque came few and far between. At times within a few weeks the Cirque seemed to attract supernaturals in mass and then many months would pass with stragglers, life would equal out and many settled in as new members of the family. The Tower of London had that kind of pull, they had gained so many new minds and Issac excitingly greeted most of them in his own way. A few- like Prosper- he sought out the mind and claimed them as a friend immediately, while others he greeted on the network and waited for them to cross-paths. Eventually, everyone met Issac. In a circus full of the strange and unique he was still hard to miss purely on his outgoing personality.
Already dressed for his show that evening, Issac lay half off on the illusion tent's stage. His fake Ringmaster jacket hung over his head in his bent backwards state and his torn shirt rolled up against the vest keeping it from swallowing his face. Everything but his legs drenched in leather and red leather boots barely counted as 'on-stage.' With a deck of cards in his hands, his focus appeared to be on guessing the next card and then throwing it to the ground.
"Yay! A wild Emika lurks!" He said to no one but himself.