The redhead drew a breath, dreading the taste of Methanol. He had just hoped that he wouldn't swallow any more of it by accident. He stood in the center of the makeshift 'ring' by his tent. The chatter of voices filled the air around him, causing him to smirk. Opening night looked like it was off to a good start. The temperature had been much more forgiving compared to earlier in the day. He sent a silent 'thank you' to the sky, a lot more eager to perform now knowing it wouldn't be so ungodly hot and humid. He had tied his hair back, as much as he could of it, anyway. It had become very unruly, but he managed. A handful of patrons had already slowed to a stop, unsure if they wanted to enter the ring to sit. Axel had really just been standing there, not bothering to speak a word. Unsure of what he may do, they waited. He moved to pick up a small bottle, really no bigger than his thumb and brought it to his lips. Taking whatever small amount of liquid into his mouth, he closed his eyes involuntarily and tossed the bottle away. The sun finally dipped down past the horizon, making the sky darken by the minute. More people began to crowd outside of the ring, springing questions and whispering to one another. What was this guy doing? Just standing shirtless, completely silent like that? He flashed a toothy grin at them, opening his mouth just barely. He curled his tongue backward to keep the Methanol in place. Though it wasn't much liquid, he didn't want to risk swallowing it, or spilling it, because he hated the taste. He slipped the tip of his thumb under one of his canine teeth and added pressure to it before bringing his hand quickly out in front of him, as if he were lighting a match. A small flame sprang to life at the tip of his thumb. The group of people that had gathered at the ringside gasped. Axel winked, flashing another toothy grin. The group swarmed the entrance, filling a section of the seats eagerly, awaiting his next move. He brought his thumb to his face, drawing a breath. Leaning his head back a little, he exhaled, keeping his lit thumb at his mouth for a few seconds, fire began to make it's way into the air. He expelled the Methanol from his mouth as well, making the fire expand upward threefold, turning it a somewhat 'ghosted' blue color. He moved of his hands away, keeping the rising pillar of the strange blue flame suspended in the air with an added roar of laughter, at the shrieks of amazement from guests, piling into the benches by the second. With that, the flame vanished, just as quickly as it came. "Well, I mean, now that I have your attention," He finally spoke, taking a pair of dyed harakeke ropes from his beltloops. "I'm gonna show you guys something, but keep it between us, 'kay?" He nodded, holding up a finger as if what he was about to do truly was a secret. The crowd went quiet, leaning forward and listening close. He held a rope in each hand, both affectionately dyed red. White and orange sparks sprang to life at the ends as he flipped them into the air, making sure to keep them securely laced in his fingers. He didn't need *that* kind of accident to happen again. He shook the thought. The sparks had an almost eerie glow to them, etching their way into the air around him in strangely fluidic patterns. Axel dug his toes into the sand, appreciating the cool texture. The ropes arched high as they spun, an impish smile tugged at his lips. He shook his head slightly at the crowd before him. He was somewhat thankful he didn't have to talk to them, they were drawn in enough. He brought the harakeke ropes down quickly to the ground, eliciting a collective gasp from the people gathered around him. Fire crackled at his feet and began seeping upward from the ground, taking the shape of two Zhulong dragons. The crowd cheered and whistled, though some shrieked in fear. They opened their jaws and let out an eerie hiss, weaving around Axel for a few seconds, as if they were being led by the ropes in his hands. The cheering began to slow, causing him to smirk just slightly. White and orange sparks flew off of the dragon's bodies in sporadic directions, fizzling out before actually reaching anyone in the crowd. The threads of the harakeke began to glow a strange silverish color. Axel crossed the ropes for a moment before raising both of his arms high, causing the dragons to follow. He brought them down with some force, the dragons opened their jaws once more and let out a crackly roar. An odd grey mist began to form, seeping slowly over to Axel's Harakeke ropes. The crowd rapidly began to disperse, melding back into the mass of people outside of the ring, wandering the circus grounds. He repeated the movement, sending the dragons colliding into the ground once more. In a bout of bright orange sparks and fire, they disappeared, dissolving into the sand he stood in. He grinned, shaking his head at the empty seats before him. "Hook, line, and sinker."