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> Cybernetics Headquarters, Scientist Living Quarters Hallway If nothing, Allison was ressourceful and a good asset to any team in this building. All they did was slave away, day and night, work for their own butter and bread, live within the facility they called both work and home and wonder where the stepping stone was, that they had yet to overcome to pass into the upper echelons this side of life. Morris knew this world, not better than most but good enough to know how much enjoyment he'd ge…

Perhaps he was simply a freak and a fool for never doing things that seemed right at times and only lamenting the fact that he didn't when the situation had long passed. A maniacal, egotistical hypocrite was all Blair was. If he told himself often enough that that was the truth, maybe it, too, would stick. Delusions became reality in this circus, sometimes they did, just like Louis himself was but that; incomplete, halfed, like an apple. One side had started sprouting new roots, morphed from a c…

Excuses, deflections, whatever it took to get someone out of his hair and to make himself seem more amicable, at least in theory. Blair was used to hearing them from just about anyone, well, not Louis to be honest, but people around the two of them nonetheless. “I wish it was s-somewhat different.”, Blair lamented their state of being, a place that nobody wanted or liked to be in if they were honest - their lives were far from relaxing, fixated under the iron fist of a glutton with a taste for h…

Was it too much to ask for if he wanted to be left alone or was he making a big deal out of nothing? Blair couldn't exactly say he fancied having so much on his mind, but just like the things on his mind, some things never changed. Roy would continue being himself, no matter if he told Louis or not and Louis would try and fight his destiny - if one could call something as such a destiny - to no avail. There was no winner in a game of life, only disturbed individuals that, somewhere along the way…

Acting like everything was fine was the bread and butter of a circus, not just like theirs but really, anyones. Whoever could say if they took a gamble with the decision to wander around what felt the rims and outskirts of the world instead of being vastly stationary, or frequenting the same few towns and cities for night after night, or if they dodged a bullet by never getting too cozy anywhere, never straying too far to the suburbs of one of the larger cities, staying far out, so the twinkling…

Blair wasn’t sure what it was that he was doing, or who it really was for - all that mattered to either of them was making sure Roy didn’t pose a threat, or maybe it was more akin to making sure the ringmaster had less power over them? Was that really it? A gaze at Louis’ long face, those sunken inn eyes and the forlorn look in his eyes, revealed nothing of essence and little of understanding, though, Blair hadn’t even opened his mouth to speak just yet. What a sight that was - how vulnerable ev…

Fleeting wasn’t the best way to describe their relationship, it had never been. No rosary of sweat, formed on Josiahs wrinkled forehead and no soundless pleas, falling from pale, dry lips would change their lives now. Whatever pact with the devil one had signed, figuratively anyway, was sealed now and Josiah wouldn’t change it, not when he flip-flopped between answers like a dry heaving fish, unable to make his gills understand that air wouldn’t kill him. No, why would they understand something …

Was there any point to arguing with him? It didn't feel liike it - Louis would see the world the way he wanted and Josiah would do the same, as was customary with the two of them. Complaining and arguing only drove both of them insane, not closer to each other and Josiah felt bad, once for making Lou go through the hassle of letting himself be annoyed by him in the first place and second for being as much of an annoyance to that man in the first place. Perhaps Lucy had been right, and Lou too - …

"Don't apologize, it's just the way it is." There was no changing that, bygones were bygones and nothing was going to make that any different, no matter how many times Louis wanted to apologize for it, Jo had plenty of things he could also apologize for, yet never did. It was odd, wasn't it? This weird cacophany of a relationship that, usually upheld by at least one of them, was currently not being glued together by either. Not a flaw, not a failure but silent acceptance neither of them were arg…

"Never said you were.", he snorted, sounding halfway amused by the proposal. Lou would probably not complain even if someone told him to hold the tent up by himself, by any means necessary, he'd just do it - Josiah was the one that could learn from him, that had little to no idea how to be as selfless, but he wondered if that was something he had to get around to first, or if the ringmaster wholly expected him to be as selfless in the first place. Whatever the criteria for that mans helping hand…

"Best I can do.", he stated, matter-of-factly. Everything about him felt rigid, done over and stiff, like there was nothing to be gained from waiting on it, but also no sense in rushing headfirst into the next problem. Josiah was, after all, able to entertain himself and Lucy for an entire day, but more tasks would mean less time with her and more time to be spent in that tent, training not only by himself but also with the kids that needed it, most of them badly. Was this just another one of Lo…

What an odd man his best friend had become. Not only was he someone that Josiah didn't seem to be able to reach anymore, would he want to that was, but he also couldn't quite tell if Louis was, at all, someone that trusted him, too. Was he that unreliable that he was only useful for the mundane stuff that Lou suddenly found himself incapable of taking care of? Might have been nice to be the ringmasters favorite, that's what he'd thought plenty of times in the past, but if he would be run equally…

Ditching the circus always had felt like a distant thought but nowadays it seemed closer within his immediate vicinity than ever. That wasn’t something he should blame himself for, Josiah recognized that not too long ago, but it was quite obvious those feels didn’t just sprout out of him for no real reason at all. Then again, who’d care for the kids and try to reason with Louis? Some other fool within their ranks would surely be enough of an idiot to give it a try, until they found themselves bu…

Josiah was glued to Lucy, much like Lucy was glued to him. There was no shame in doting on her, even when he felt as if he was neglecting other duties - it was part of making the world feel less miserable, part of establishing codependency in a place where nothing like that mattered. When he finally went back to at least warming up, training a bit and wrangling the children, he felt stiff and ancient, like he hadn’t been used to anything but lazying about in weeks, which might hit the nail on th…

“But everyone else is already obedient or not someone he has need of, no?”, Blair spelled it out with a thin smile. It wouldn’t help if the two of them went in circles, nor would it make any sense to drive either of them down a street of paranoia. As much as he enjoyed spending time with Louis, Blair couldn’t help but wonder if he really was the one that should stick close to him and tell him those things, whereas the person he genuinely seemed to want to have a bond with was shoved and forth by…

Blair was a simple man, a shy one, but someone like Louis brought out the worst in him at times - he wasn't doing much to cause that, truly, but sometimes a little shove, a small push, was more than enough to make things go awry. "He doesn't need to convince them of anything, they already are his little marionettes, but you?", the blonde laid out, pointing at Louis, who simply couldn't sit idly by. Perhaps it would have been for the best if the ringmaster never interfered with any of their lives…

"You could bring him places, or would that earn you the ire of your coworkers?" It clearly wasn't manly, but who knew about Kosukes personal circumstances? Even someone like a yakuza had a daughter at times, or a son, too, and Gin figured they brought rather weird things to work from time to time, be it a keepsake or something like a Hello Kitty keychain that their daughter insisted would bring good luck and fortune to whatever field of work their father would engage. Yet, Kosuke had neither wif…

"I can't possibly keep all of them, besides, I don't think you make a bad plushie parent, you know.", Gin complimented Kosuke, earnestly this time. The two of them could be like cat and mouse if they adhered to the societal roles that they existed within but it seemed almost as if neither of them had any sort of desire to harm the other whatsoever. Nothing was gained from endless squabble anyhow and better, they seemed much too docile, as if one were a cat licking a mouse and the other the mouse…

“And you’re going to get even more where those came from.”, Gin threatened with a playful laugh. If it were up to him, he and Kosuke would be carrying matching merch around, despite each others field of work hardly being the ideal environment for plushies to thrive. Still, despite his age he didn’t see any shame in it - it was a hobby, a more or less expensive one, but one that he enjoyed and a shortterm goal he could reward himself with after a particularly shitty week. “Seems like the ideal pl…

Naivety wouldn't get them far in this world. Often times they learned the hard way, tried to flee, only to have their wings clipped, their hopes shattered and their dreams trashed and if that didn't happen, the ringmaster was sure to show them their place some other way. Louis wouldn't die from fighting that crone, not yet, but he'd make more of an enemy out of him than he'd already been. What a nuisance, huh? "Roy's old. He's been obedient enough to get his head out of that noose at least once,…