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G. M. Dark (illustratedman) wrote in wariscoming,

Dark held Dick's hand for just a second longer than necessary, using the physical contact to get a better reading of him. He was good, usually, at determining who was susceptible to the power of the carnival through sight and hearing alone. He could smell the fears, desires and petty woes of people a thousand miles off. Sometimes he could even hear them halfway around the world! But Grayson here, he was oddly muted, protected from Dark's sights but it was a small matter should they agree to become partners. He had already gained a few souls to work the carnival. They stood waiting for opening day.

Using his cane as a walking stick again, Dark proceeded down the lighted pathways, with Dick at his side. He was well aware how uncomfortable his presence could make people. It was something both of intrigue and uncertainty.

"I don't have pink flying elephants, Mr. Grayson," Dark said, pragmatic. "I do have a shadow show." There was a brief pause, Mr. Dark glanced sideways at his momentary companion and offered a very slight smile. How interesting a man.. fishing for information. Dark wasn't stupid. He had answers for most things.

"It is entirely my own, Mr. Grayson. I built it, funded it and have served it tirelessly since its founding days. You do understand that, don't you? A man accustomed to the circus. I live to thrill people, entertain them. I give them what they so desire. It's everyone's favorite time of the year; fall. The carnivals roll into town, the smell of cotton candy and the music!" He threw up one hand, palm forward, and then the other in happy gesture.