Circo De la Luna
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Yay! A geniunely good chapter with substance and plot progression.
RI: This thing has a plot?
Me: SHUT UP IKE!
"She. Is. Not! NO WAY IN HELL CAN SHE STAY HERE!" The ringmaster rolled his eyes as he watched the blonde-haired psychopath walk back and forth in his caravan, "Master! She tried to KILL ME! She called Link disgusting! She looks hideous! How can you even stop and consider putting her in the circus? You're more fucking mad then I thought!"
The ringmaster looked at Sheik's sister, now currently bound by silk and lying face side on the floor, showing her hideous, muscle-revealing side. Samus was crouched over her, one of Sheik's favourite knives in her hands, ready to strike if necessary. But underneath her hideous side-profile appearance, the ringmaster knew what he was looking at; a woman with a lust for revenge and a spark of power.
"She's unreasonable and selfish! Proud and rude! Are you even listening you cock-face two-timing demon?" The bluenette shot a warning gaze back at her and instantly Sheik shrank back. Samus let out a laugh while the Circus Leader managed to catch a look of astonishment from Zelda. He snickered. Probably never seen Sheik be silenced before.
"Well then..." he stood up and nodded his head. The acrobat used her silk to pull Zelda's neck up, so she was staring straight at the man, on her knees, "Zelda... Zelda Harikan, sister of Sheik Harikan aged 24. You are new to the homelessness aren't you?"
"... How did you know?"
"Well... your clothes for one thing. White dress on the streets... not the best outfit to run around in; especially in sandals. Your hairstyle is another thing. I could go on for hours on how I know so much about you by just looking at you... but why say things you already know when we can get on with the show?" Zelda's left eye rolled wildly while the right eye looked like she was glaring. The red-clad man snickered again. He was in an awfully good mood.
"Why would you want me here? What's stopping me from leaving here and helping the furries arrest all of you now?" Zelda shivered as Ike touched her face and traced her burnt skin with his fingers.
"Why? You interest me." Sheik began to yell but Ike raised his hand and she was silent. "You are gorgeous... in your own way and you have great skill in magic. Your power is very controlled... too controlled for my liking but that can be remedied. I've been looking for a new act for our little circus of the moon."
"So you just want to have a little more fun? For this circus... at the risk of my life. Fuck you ringmaster!"
"There will be plenty of time for that later Sheik... but you, Zelda, you asked me 'What was stopping you for ratting on us?" the brunette tried to lash suddenly at the ringmaster, but the silent acrobat giggled and pulled the silk around her neck even tighter, "I won't kill you. I don't kill humans... but... what can you tell me about me?"
Zelda could have said nothing, but the combination of the soul-silencing voice of the ringmaster and the steadily tightening material around her neck had loosened her tongue. Her mind was wrapped around the master's pinky. No magic was used, yet she was compelled to fulfill any desire that the bluenette asked of her.
"Not much..." he moved closer to her, eyes dancing in the candle light "only that you are to be feared. You don't have any records or files to your name before you lead this circus... and that's only criminal records."
"And anything you know about me? Don't be shy girl. I don't bite," he was taunting her... dangerously and threateningly. Yet... with a sense of light playfulness as well. Not happy playfulness: the type where a kitten just watches a mouse try to run when its tail is caught in the cat's paws.
"A monster that takes people for his own sick amusement..." she finally said, "you like torturing their heads for your own amusement."
"A monster? Not the worst insult I heard," Sheik almost seemed to blush as Ike took a glance at her. He cupped Zelda's chin in his hand and forced her blue eyes to meet his almost black ones. "I am just a man that enjoys his psychology. I love the construction of the mind... and I know exactly how it works. I know how to find your most vulnerable spot... and how to exploit it. I'll rip your sanity and intelligence away piece by piece. I DARE you to try betray us... I want to play a game and hunt you down." His words were simple, but the way his tongue dragged the words out, and the glacier-creating tone he used... it horrified Zelda beyond means. Both the burnt and the beautiful sides of her face were sketched in horror as RI brought himself away from her and grinned at the other two women in the room.
"She can bunk in my room Master," the acrobat spoke up, "if she's willing to stay that is." The blonde looked at her captive and gave a tiny smirk. After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Zelda finally gave a defeated sigh.
"I will stay... and not tell of your location."
"Swear it?"
"I do." She was shaking violently. Her nervousness amused him so much.
"Seems fine with me. Let her go Samus and let her get comfy in her new room. Then come back to me afterwards so we can sort out her performances for the show." Sheik gawked.
"That's it? You're just telling her she can join? You're just taking her word for it?"
"Why not?"
"Go to hell, you overgrown pig-headed lunk! Do you want me to suffer at the hands of that bitch? I hate her! She's not even my sister! She is a hell hound. Both of you can just crawl into some little black hole and wait until you're dead! I don't give a fuck as long as I don't have to see either of you!"
"We better get out of here before Sheik breaks something... on our heads. You'll be in the caravan with the circle and lightning bolt on its door," Samus interrupted before the infuriated brunette could say anything. Zelda's long ears slightly twitched at the swearing Sheik was throwing at her and the ringmaster. "Get used to it. You'll hear a lot of dirty stuff here. The circus has as minimal morals as one can have."
The acrobat tried to assist the woman by taking her arm and helping Zelda off the floor; but the brunette snatched her arm away from the acrobat. She stared at Samus' tight blue shorts and her cleavage-filled, skimpy bra.
"I don't need help from dirty whores like you," she muttered as she walked out of the room. The blonde frowned but gave a shrug and followed after.
"So what can you do?" It was early morning and Zelda was now being uncomfortably smothered in a certain bouncing pyro's questions. She was somewhat thankful that she had a clean blue dress on (okay it was an altered sheet but it was better then her white rags) and a 'Phantom of the Opera' style, white mask on to hide her burnt face. She would have accepted these gifts and and breakfast without a word if it wasn't for a rather annoying red-haired teenager.
"Can you summon mystic demons?"
"No."
"Can you control the weather?"
"No."
"Can you escape from certain, impossible-to-avoid death?"
"Not to my knowledge."
"Pull a rabbit out of your hat?"
"I don't have a hat."
"Then what kind of a magician are you?" Roy demanded, slamming his hands on the fold-out table (causing the food and plates to jump up), "are you a hypnotist? Did you use your mystic powers to confuse Shiny? ARE YOU CONFUSING US ALL NOW WITH YOUR WEIRD GYPSY MAGIC POWERS? IS YOUR BURNT FACE THE CONSEQUENCE OF YOUR EVIL CURSE ON ALL OF US?"
"Roy! Calm down, please! She's obviously very hungry. I'm surprised why she didn't ask for any supper when she arrived last night." The brunette concentrated on the meat in front of her, her face scrunched in distaste at the vile meal and the people surrounding her. Judging her. They had no right to look at her.
"Yes Mrs. M..." the pyro pouted, sitting down on the rickety fold out chair.
"He does bring up a good point though," Zelda tried to ignore the winged teenager next to the red-head, "What exactly can you do Zanna?"
"Zelda."
"Whatever." The both women at the table frowned his manners.
"Pit, be nice... you could ask Zelda nicely what you wanted to know. Remember, she may not be necessarily comfortable with sharing." Zelda cringed. That was exactly what she was thinking. However, defiantly, she shook her head and raised it so her ocean orbs could observe the others at the table.
The half-Lucario woman: nice but vile in appearance. The red-head: idiotic and needs a shirt. The strongman: creepy angel wings but even creepier was the way he looked at her. She didn't know where the others were but she didn't care. The less she interacted with these creatures, the better. She was above them... pure humanoid. She didn't want to let the diva know they had similar mindsets.
"I am a charmcaster. My magic powers lie in different spells and hexes. Unlike a witch, I can't use runes or potions but I make it up in other means."
"Oh?" asked the strongman, "like what?" Smirking at a chance to display her excellence, the scarred woman stood up from the coarse table and brought her thin hands together.
"Din's fire!"
While the angel and the Lucario woman were startled, the red-head's eyes lit up as soon as the first tongue was visible in the stranger's hands. All of them were speechless. Grinning in smug satisfaction, the woman let loose the fireball: forcing it to spin all around the three.
"You... are... awesome. FIRE POWERS! WOW! NO WONDER MASTER PUT YOU HERE!" Grinning at the praise, the conceited lady continued controlling the fireball, letting it hop around the table and circle around the winged-teen. "Your fire is so hot!" Rummaging through his denim pockets, the fire-breather of the circus brought out a miniature bottle of vodka and a match.
"Roy! No!" Too late. Zelda was concentrating on making the fireball dance. So when Roy sent searing hot flames at the brunette, she had no time to dodge. Thankfully, it didn't scar her face any further...
It just started burning the hem of her dress.
She screamed and her fire enchantment was dropped as she tried to douse the flames.
"Drop and roll! Drop and Roll!" Peach yelled, standing up.
"Run and scream! Run and scream! Run and scream!"
"PIT! ROY!"
"Sorry Mrs. M..."
By this point, the Lucario-figure had already rushed to Zelda's aid and wrapped her in her thick black cloak. The flames died, smothered in the thick and heavy cloth and Zelda's screaming came to a final halt.
Pit wolf-whistled. The small fire had burnt up most of the dress, giving Zelda a few small burn marks and everyone else a look at her long, curvaceous legs. The woman blushed and tried to cover her exposed flesh.
"Whatz going... whoa." She whipped around to see the lion of the circus, oggling the best features of her body. Link instantly moved his eyes from her fully rounded legs and forced himself to look up at Zelda's face.
"Masterz... wants you in his caravanz so he can choozzzze circus constume..." he said, trying to articulate his words as best as he can.
"Let her stay in that!"
"Pit!"
Zelda gave a nod, and with an upturn of her nose as she passed the lion, she made her way to the ringmaster's caravan.
"Sir, we found Constable Falco. He was tied up against a lamppost in Onett." The brown furred creature whipped around and stared at the green Pokemon who'd just run in. The tiniest glint of confusion was eliminated and replaced with a near-indefinable expression in his eyes.
"Onett? How the hell did he get to Onett? We met him a few days ago in Corneia. Why the hell was he tied to a lamppost?" The Pokemon opened its mouth to speak but the furry kept talking, "You know what? Never mind. Bring him in."
"Errr... sir. Falco can't speak."
"And why not you insolent fool?"
"...sir, I'd think it would be best if you looked at him."
"You! I... I didn't expect to see you here."
"Greetings Mister Prime Minister. Some officers called for my arrival. Constable Falco was an old colleague of mine and when I heard he disappeared... I was concerned. Although... seeing him now in this state isn't comforting either."
"I see. You have extraordinary psychic abilities; can you break whatever he's under?"
"I doubt it... I was reading his mind before you came. I had barely scratched the surface of his mind before I was thrown into a nightmarish realm."
"So it's magic more powerful then you?"
"It is not magical arts nor is it psychic abilities. Besides his barely functioning body, someone has been tampering with his mind to the point where we can't save him or return him back to normal. Pokemon or technological means. I find that any of our magic could possible kill him."
"I know Falco. He was sharp and always prepared to go in action. No way was he attacked by some random thug..."
"You'll be very pleased to know that its not 'some thug'. We know who did this."
"How?" The Senator lifted its bulbous hand and moved the piece of paper telepathically. His furred companion looked at it, both taking care not to touch the note in case it had fingerprints or any little tool that could help them find the insane people who had done this.
'Catch us if you can. We'll be free and you'll be dead.
We're going to pick all of you off one by one.
Then we're going for the final kill
-CDlL'
"It's that accursed band of humans. The Circo De la Luna; more particularly the arrogant ringmaster. The one they call Ike."
"So what do we do now?"
"We play their game and go after them."
"We can't figure out where these people are going to strike next! Hundreds! Maybe even thousands of innocent anthromorphs and Pokemon- male, female or youngling- they're dying! We can't just sit and do nothing!"
"I agree. But I know what you're thinking and we do not let him know. We simply deal with these minor inconveniences."
"... that still doesn't answer my question." The purple figure let loose a low chuckle before turning away from the injured Falco and lead the Prime Minister towards a black door.
"This is one of my... favourite trackers. Recently, he's been stationed in the North but having killed any sign of rebellion there; he's come down to help us with this problem. I'm surprised with why you didn't ask for him when even ten anthromorphs died."
"How was I supposed to know they were all connected?" he muttered. The telepathic male chuckled again and the metal door slid open. The room inside was pitch-black, the only light coming from the room the two had just left.
The brown-coated leader jumped back; suddenly startled at a flying hook near his ear. Piercing eyes glinting dangerously at him from the darkness.
"Fox. I want you to meet 'Kay One-Be'. He will find this... 'horrific' Circo De la Luna and kill them"
I think its obvious who Kay One-Be is. If you can't figure it out, then this is a shout out to my deleted story: My World My Rules. If you never read that before, then you'll be quite surprised who it is.
Check my deviantart account Pikana-Chuster for the official Circo de la Luna designs and characters. There are poems and everything to give ya a sneak peak at what's to come!
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