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[meaculpable]

WHO: Lucifer Morningstar ( meaculpable ), Tank Girl ( grenadeball ) and friends.
WHERE: The Lux.
WHEN: Feb 16, 11pm
WARNINGS: None that I can think of?
SUMMARY: Tank's taking a bunch of people to the Lux! And Lucifer is only happy to oblige.
$FORMAT: Quick! Action! Para! Whatever you guys decide on.

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1 of 2. ...oops. anyway, here's entertainment for the evening, such as it is

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Trowa suppressed the oomf of being unexpectedly headbutted by the bigger female as he stood waiting, something approaching a smile creeping into the corners of his mouth while he knelt down and returned the gesture by roughly rolling his shoulder into her side, pushing her head away with a hand; one of the two males on the other side stood sniffing the air, pacing a little.

"Hey. It's okay."

He continued to crouch where he was, lightly tussling with the tiny crowd of large felines and trying not to get bowled over while waiting for the pre-assigned time to draw nearer, careful to keep any of the beasts from breaking the dark red face mask that he meant to wear while performing just as he had the time before--the suit was different, though, a tawny color instead of the split black-and-white from last time. The watch on his left wrist chose that moment to beep quietly from beneath the sleeve and he stood up, stretching, giving a hand gesture to his companions and observing as they slowly rearranged themselves into the set pattern.

True, he'd meant to show this for the first time at somewhere else besides the Lux, but... Lucifer had done well by him before, and so the young man had no intention of leaving his employer high and dry.

He just hoped Lucifer trusted him enough to listen to when he'd said not to interrupt the performance for any reason.

Trowa strode calmly toward the low-walled makeshift ring with the odd black glass and metal box on a raised and draped stand in the center, the creatures staying behind, watching with bright eyes and waiting; he approached it with the silence that he usually preferred, keeping his acts almost entirely music-free and favoring dark, subtle sounds over the typical hoots and blats of calliopes and organs when he did require musical accompaniment. He made a show of quietly walking round the inside of the ring, idly looking about for things that were not there, and paused when he came to the strange box, running his fingertips along the surface with interest.

Two slow, curious raps against the glass with his knuckles, followed by a louder and sharper knock, and the lions charged straight up the pathway to the staging area in unison, snarling and roaring, three of them spreading out at the last moment into an equal split with the first leaping right for the apparently unsuspecting boy's back.

Trowa sprang back, sailing over the the beast and causing it to miss--and he had barely touched ground when the second was there to meet him, forcing him to flip once more, onto the wall of the ring and right off again as the third attacked; he landed in a handstand balanced across the backs of two of them as they ran for him again.

"Hey--good," he whispered. "Command: sit."

Both slowed to a trot and then a halt, doing as told and allowing him to gracefully slide down to the floor, where he proceeded to sit and direct them into a wide and incredibly fidgety-looking half-circle around him.

One breath inhaled and spent aware that he could lose control if the lions really wanted to take it from him, two hand gestures unseen below the level of the ring wall and all the audience members had time to see was his mask go flying, as three of the four lions pounced their poor trainer in turn to the sound of one surprised shout, the circus ring turning into a flurry of wild gold-brown fur and savage noise.