Demyx pushed past the gates as well making his way to the Freak Show tents. These tents were a set of four all put together. Within, Vexen ran the show. He prides himself in being "in charge" of a part of the circus. Lexaeus, Zexion, and demyx work with him in this area. Vexen is usually busy creating more... Freak attractions for his show, so not many have the courage to actually enter his tents. Xion is one of his prized creations: a living marionette. Demyx is still confused as to how Vexen managed to do that. Opening his mouth wide, he puts the whole rest of the ice cream in his mouth, taking it off of the stick. With a yelp, he holds his head quickly getting what he now knows is brain freeze. Hopping from foot to foot he looks around for Zexion as per Axel's suggestion. "MMMZZZEEXXIIOMMMM!" He hollers with a mouth still full of ice cream.
Zexion cursed under his breath, taking a moment to calm himself. It seemed he was always getting interrupted. If not, someone needed him for something. Not that he minded terribly, but he does like his share of solitude. Still, he stepped out of his tent and scanned the area for the source of the noise. He put his hand over his eyes for a moment. "What happened?" He asked, concern marring his features now. He glanced around, looking for another person to hopefully explain something. He glanced at the stick in his hand. "Does your head feel funny? Does it hurt?" He asked, gesturing with his hands. "Well, er…" He squinted a little an held up his left hand. "Listen, okay? How on earth…? What did you do to your face?" He shook his head. "Take your thumb, and press it to the roof of your mouth. Like…well…" He demonstrated, though his cheeks flushed a bit. He felt silly doing that when he clearly wasn't in the situation. "There. Now do it how I showed you, keep it there for a few seconds. It….seems weird but you should start to feel better soon." He sighed, turning his head quickly every which way to be sure nobody had witnessed what he just did. "Come with me, then." He pointed to his tent. Vexen would be quite upset if Demyx was left to perform tonight covered in wounds.
Demyx nods quickly, doing just as Zexion said, and followed him into his tent. He started trying to talk with his thumb in his mouth, but it just sounded like strange warbling. This didn't stop him from trying to explain what happened.
Zexion sighed, pulling a chair from the table, motioning for him to sit. He rummaged around in various cabinets and drawers for some shred of medical supplies. He removed Demyx's hand from his mouth gently. "Here, now speak. What happened to you?" He asked, choosing to sit at the foot of his bed neatly, awaiting a response.
Demyx sits down and touches his cheek, breathing in sharply at the sting. "So... Axel and I went out advertising today... and... and everything was really cool until some bad people threw stuff at me..." At this he looks down. "Zexion... I-I don't think the people in this town like people who are different. You should be careful if you go outside." He pauses and thinks for a moment. "Oh! But you could bring Axel along! Cause he saved me from the mean people!"
Zexion bit his tongue, trying to keep track of the things he was saying. He dabbed at the cuts with gauze to stop the bleeding, relieved to find that they were shallow. "We cannot make everyone like us, friend." He murmured, giving a nod in reassurance. He knew he'd be fine if he left the grounds, but for Demyx's sake, he gave him his word. "That was very good of Axel then, wasn't it? Finally making himself useful, isn't he?" He said with a smirk. "Are you set up for the night?" He asked, eyeing the boy carefully.
Demyx jumps and squeaks at the question. "Ahh! I need to tune my instruments! It's gonna sound so bad if I don't. Thanks for remindin' me, Zexy, you're a lifesaver!" He smiles and wiggles eager to get back to his instruments before the show.
Zexion's eyes widened. 'Zexy'? did he hear him right? He muttered out a 'you're welcome' and quickly dropped the subject, scrambling to put his medical things away to keep his room tidy.
"Zexion!" a small voice called, causing him to visibly jump and swear aloud. He turned his head to the source of the noise. Roxas. "Do you need something, child?" Roxas shook his head eagerly, patting a messenger bag about two times too big for his small frame, glass rattled inside. "Nope! I'm all set." He grinned. "But, the crowds are startin' to roll in, just a heads up." And with that, he was gone.
"AHHH! Gotta go! Thanks again!" Demyx hollered while he nearly fell over the chair he was sitting in as he ran from Zexion's tent and back to his own. Scrambling from instrument to instrument he began to tune them as quickly as he could. "Piano? Check. Tambourine? Does that need a check? ... Check anyway! Guitar? Check. ...Theres one more... " Talking to himself he climbs the ladder on the side of the large tank of water that serves as his room/stage. Jumping in the water and coming back up to lean on the giant plastic lily pad at the top, he summons his Sitar to check the tune on that as well. Once that is all finished, he eagerly awaits the children to come visit him.
A small wiry-haired boy marched through the doorway to the tent, the scent of treated water filled his lungs. He practically dragged his father behind him, who was clearly worn from their day. The boy went on about the room they stood in, his eyes lit up as he spoke, trying hard to get his father to move faster, wanting to get a seat as close as possible. The child sat eagerly, grinning from ear to ear. His father however, looked less amused.
Demyx quickly dove back underwater. He sat at the bottom of his tank on the colorful rocks cross-legged. Tapping on the glass to get the child's attention, he waves and smiles when he does. To pass the time, he blows bubbles playfully under the water to pass the time while waiting for the rest of the seats to fill.
The child bounced in his seat, tugging at his fathers sleeve, making sure he was paying attention. He waved back enthusiastically and elbowed his father gently, to coax him into waving too. The Man gave in, giving Demyx a half wave. The boy turned to his father and tugged at his sleeve. "Those are pretty rocks, huh, dad?" his brown eyes grew wide. "When I grow up, I wanna do what he does." He said, matter-of-factly. His father finally spoke. "Watch," He pointed, barely moving his hand to do so. "You'll miss it." That was all it took, the child obediently listened, turning the correct way in his seat to watch. The seats began to fill, causing the boy to scoot closer to him. the man was silently thankful for having such a close seat, not having to deal with many people obstructing their view of the show.
Demyx swims to the top of his tank and leans his arms over the sides watching his crowd. He smiles widely and says, "Hey guys! Are you ready to see something cool? I've been practicing this one for a while!" He blows a few rainbow bubbles to see what their reactions will be. The bubbles float through the crowd bouncing on the children's heads.
The children hopped and cheered, hardly staying in their seats trying to catch the bubbles as they bounced, the parents joined in a little as well. The boy's father, though he didn't want to admit it, he was beginning to enjoy himself as well.
Leaving the bubbles in the crowd, Demyx climbs out of his tank and down the ladder. He sat at the edge of the stage and began to speak, "So. I want you all to meet a friend of mine. She's really shy, but she's really fun!" With that, Demyx hops to his feet again, picking up a bucket next to his tank. He reaches up and scoops as much water as he can into the bucket. "Her name is Nellie the Elephant!" Throwing the water into the crowd, it stops in mid-air, and twirls through the air back to Demyx. The stream of water dances around him before landing in front of him taking the shape of a small elephant.
The wiry haired boy clung to his father's arm, practically vibrating with excitement, looking back and forth between Demyx, and his father's face, spewing all kinds of comments and questions. The rest of the children spoke eagerly, as if to reassure Nellie, that it was okay to be shy. Some of the parents joined in as well, encouraging their children to interact with the show. The child's father blinked rapidly for a few seconds. His eyes widened half in horror, and half in amazement. It really looked like the water had come to life before his eyes. Surely, it must just be the old 'smoke and mirrors' trick, right? This was meant for children. He shook the thought, feeling his son tugging at his arm.
Nellie raised her trunk happily and trumpets for them. Demyx laughed and said, "Nellie says hi! She also wants me to play a song for you!" The children cheer and wait eagerly as Demyx picks up his guitar and begins to sing Nellie the Elephant. During the song, his small water elephant marches through the rows of seats, occasionally touching the children with her watery trunk. With the last few notes of the song, Demyx's bracelet starts to glow. The crowd is so entranced that they hardly notice the last few moments of their life with emotion slipping from them and into the piece of jewelry. Their smiles fade, their faces go blank as they leave the tent slowly, as if nothing happened. With a sigh, Demyx sits down and pouts, "They never ever stay...do they Nellie?" The elephant tromps over to him and falls apart into a puddle. Another show ran without a hitch.