[Mousen]

"I'm sure Annabelle has some medical supplies in her pockets, knowing her. She thinks I'm going to end up killing her one of these days." Morte laughed and shook his head.
"You almost did." She frowned slightly, despite the fact she was over her initial bad mood at the juggler.
Choosing not to answer Morte turned to Seth. "We can always use a few more acts. We're rather small as it is. Nevertheless, once you've spoken to the rest of your troupe, fell free to join us."

After a moment of rummaging in her pockets, Annabelle placed several plasters, a length of bandage, and some anti-septic cream in the woman's hands. She just shrugged indicating it was normal for her to keep half a first aid kit in her pockets.
"Paranoid." He muttered, humour on his voice. He clearly found Annabelle amusing.
"Pfft. Apparently not" She said, jerking her head toward Cirilo. "It might have helped if you'd been a little more careful the first time you'd preformed that trick." Clearly that was a below-the-belt hit, whatever had happened when Morte had first attempted the juggling sword act had not gone well, judging by the way his jovial face took on a sour expression and the sudden air of tenseness around him.

Though as soon as this change in expression was there, it was gone, replaced by a slightly unconvincing smile. Whatever was troubling him he clearly wanted to forget it. Annabelle shot him an apologetic glance and he gave her a half-hearted smile.

(Sorry. DDD: Super, super fail. D:)

[Elektra]

"Thanks," Cirilo said, taking the bandange from her.  And yet, when she removed the hand that had been pressing down on the knife slash, there was nothing but a somewhat ugly scab there.  Then it hit her. "You little son of a mother duck..." she said, trying to watch her words.  That pesky little bleeder chose one of the scariest moments of her life to actually be helpful.  But then again, she couldn't say that she was mad.  

Looking over to the other two, she simply motioned at the Bleeder, as if that was all they needed to know to figure out how that slash had suddenly healed.  "He's so annoying, but occasionally he'll use that brain of his for something productive.  And, well, do you think I could come along?  I don't have anywhere else, and the little money I had was in the caravan..."

[Mousen]

"Naturally, I assume you assumed that the invitation would extend to you as well, Madame." Morte said, inclining his head ever so slightly. "If I may be so bold, could I suggest that we all move over to Whisper forest? I'm under the impression that you'd all like to see the circus before you work for it?"

Annabelle took this as her moment to annoy Morte. "Silas will determine your wages upon how much the circus makes and how skilled you are at what you do, if you improve and make the circus more money then your wages will go up, also whatever tips you make are entirely yours though if the circus has had a bad year and we're slipping under it's common courtesy to help with the rent, that however, is your own choice. If Silas feels you are skilled enough he'll allow you to take on an apprentice such as myself, you will get 40% of whatever they make, excluding tips, until they have finished being taught by you, they can decide for themselves when they are ready to leave, though often times they'll seek permission from you first." That was Morte's usual speech, aside from a few bits she'd changed to suit her. Morte just let out a soft growl.

"If we hurry we can make Whisper forest in good time, I'd really like to begin training Annabelle how to juggle fire."

Amelia frowned. He always got his own back somehow.

(I'll start something up in Whisper forest if that's allright with you guys?)

[ShadowStitches]

Seth looked over at Morte when he made his suggestion, and nodded. "That would be great...a first look is always good" he would still have to show his carawan the Circus before deciding anything, but a first impression on his side could spare them a lot of time and trouble...He listened closely to Annabelle's rundown of the payment and rules of the circus, He tilted his head slightly, thinking about it. The part of helping with the rent in had times was natural to him, since the biggest part of his income usually was pumped into the caravan to keep it going. Actually, he rarely really had money for himself...this sounded promising, for all of them. "Sounds fair" He smiled "Sounds pretty good, actually"
he smirked at the little about Mortes comment. The two of them really seemed to have a sort of
competition in outwitting and overtrumping eachother...nothing too uncommon, He just hoped
they wouldnt push  it too far, for both of them. "Sure! the faster we get there
the better"

(we already talked about this
just send the link to the new rp in a pm to us or something :3)