As far as Xigbar was concerned, tonight was his night off. He had already filled his quota, and he had no intentions of going back to the Circus anytime soon. Looking over the city from the roof of a building, he quickly remembered the layout of the streets. The alleys, the secret passages, the sewage routes... all the little nooks and crannies a street performer had to become well acquainted with. The sky was getting dark, and the streets were slowly becoming bare. Shuffling through the wad of tattered papers in his hand, Xigbar nods. "That should be the last of 'em... How old are these now anyway...? Must be more than a decade." Laughing to himself, he avoids looking at them any longer and crumples them into his pocket. "I'm not too fond of havin' a goddamn trip down memory lane. Jus' gotta keep movin' forward." Just as he finishes muttering to himself, he catches a large black shape dart past, in the corner of his eye. Jumping to attention, he whirls around, trying to find where it went. "Windmill? That you? Look man... I'm goin' home, ya don't need to tell me twi-" A low growl from behind interrupts him. That isn't Xaldin. Without a second thought, Xigbar starts running, jumping to the next building, and sliding down a clothesline, taking it down with him. He had no idea what it was that made that sound, but it didn't sound friendly. As he turned down each alley, he could hear the growling not far behind him, along with the scraping of nails. It was gaining on him, there was no doubting that. "Guess I'll have to cheat..." He gasps as he uses the extra souls he had stolen that day to teleport several feet ahead, again and again, finally stopping at the gates to the Circus. The shows have already started by now, and the center is completely clear. Leaning his hands on his knees, he tries to catch his breath while looking down the road to the Circus for this...mysterious thing. A few seconds go by, and nothing can be found. He squints, searching for something in the darkness. A piercing screech, followed by the pounding of feet make him turn and run again. Reaching his tent, he looks around, looking for something to stop the incoming attacker. "What the fuck is going on?!" Staring intently at the entrance to his tent, a few moments pass. Maybe it gave up? The same angry growl comes from the crack between the curtains. Then a black clawed hand. Then a skeletal face, that looked a lot like a bird. Followed by the rest of it. A big fuzzy mass of black fur enters his tent, hair standing on end, crouched low, as if ready to pounce at any moment. Xigbar's breath catches in his throat. This... thing... He recognized it somehow. Taking a step back, he searched for a name. "...P-...Parka?" The monster still looked extremely angry, digging its claws into the ground. "No... er... Portia?" Faster than it looks, it leaps through the air, tackling Xigbar to the ground, not the least bit gently. It opens its giant black maw, that didn't seem to be there before, baring its teeth, ready to bite. Then suddenly, the name was there. "Pooka?" The beast's expression seemed to change, cocking its head at Xigbar, looking him over. It seemed as if it was trying to examine him. Letting out a deafening noise, that sounded a lot like a goat, a long pink tongue slipped from its jaws as it started to lick Xigbar's face. "Aw..god.. ACK! STOP! POOKA NO! EW!" He managed to yell, despite being smothered by the big ball of fluff. Pooka stops, looking at him happily. "Did... Did she send you..?" At this question, Pooka's head perks up, sniffing the air. As quick as it came, the monstrosity bounds out the door and into the darkness. Wiping the slime off his face, Xigbar sits up stiffly. "... ... ... I need a drink."