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During the preparations, Beata and Guillon stepped into the tent, where Guillon once again donned Ars Magna, and Beata, after some hesitation, put on Dark Harlequin, but arranged her acrobat costume so that it was within easy reach and she could quickly change between acts. Now they have two extra outfits... Who knew, who knew... Only yesterday she was chatting carefreely with these people, admiring their talents, and today they are gone. And all because of some psychopath—Rinze should be his bride!
This is not the first time people in her circle have perished. Not the first time people have died because of her, after all. True, it's one thing when you kill an unknown victim or a jerk who drove you to your breaking point, and quite another when good people, toward whom you wished no ill, become victims of your lack of foresight... The same thing happened in the summer when she almost lost Guillon. The same thing happened now.
Snorting angrily, Beata brushed her hair off her forehead. No time for reflection. Time to work.
- Beat, we're here, - Guillon called out to her.
Noticing Laikos and the Queen entering the tent, Beata almost kissed them with joy that they had actually come; only the boundaries of propriety and the memory of the strongman's love for social distancing forced her to limit herself to a wide smile.
- Guys, I'm so glad to see you! It's great that you came, thank you, thank you!
She hastily calls out to Erephir and Alaria.
- We have a force majeure today; we're performing with a reduced cast and will be improvising on the fly, but don't worry, I'll take most of it upon myself! Our main mission is to please the audience, and it will be accomplished no matter what! Get ready, the schedule remains in effect, minus the animal trainer and knife throwing; as planned, I'll split the acrobatics into two parts, phew... - she took a large gulp of coffee left over from the night. - The rest is as we rehearsed. Music... There won't be any, so just keep the rhythm in your head, count like we did during the first run-through, and everything will be fine. An artist's main skill is to put on a brave face despite a bad game; if something goes wrong, pretend it was intended that way—smile and wave, even if a fat polar fox is chasing you... no, boss, not you, another fox. That's the situation we have now. Boss, Garrett, by the way, you could wear tights; they'll look more appropriate on stage than armor, since we've had this force majeure.
She looked out of the tent. People had already gathered. There was no turning back. With music or without, with a shield or on a shield—this damn circus performance will happen.
- Well... Sink or swim. May Mother Anuzish be with us.
Beata smiles widely and exits the tent. She no longer heard Erephir's words—she had fallen into a meditative trance where nothing existed except her goal. Despite the absence of musicians, a melody was still playing in her head.
As for circus music, I only know Joker's OST, sorry; at least there's more than one of them, lol.
- Ladies and gentlemen! Ladies and gents! Madame and Monsieur! Señores andjuniors señoritas! Comrades! Welcome to our circus performance dedicated to the coronation of Her Majesty Empress Naria es Diesra Arual! Hurrah!
Waiting for the responding "hurrahs" and applause to fade, Beata continues.
- First, let's get acquainted! My name is Beata, and I am a warrior of the glorious organization "Carneol," serving Her Majesty with faith and loyalty! But service to the crown can take different forms. I am not only a skilled crossbowwoman ruthlessly striking down the enemies of the empire, but also a circus artist! Which means it is in my power to bring not only grief to the enemies of Welfern, but joy to its residents—that is, you! - she spreads her arms in a gesture embracing the crowd and smiles radiantly. - But I could never have managed alone, and soon you will meet all my friends and colleagues with whom we prepared this wonderful show! Each of them deserves your attention; for now, I only want to introduce my loyal friend and partner—Guillon!
- 😳😅 - Guillon, who was leaning against the tent wall, did not expect such a setup.
- This performance happened not least thanks to him, and even now he fulfills his duty as our staff physician! Applause!
Beata makes a heart with her hands, turning toward Guillon. He smiles bashfully.
"Well, at least she didn't start talking about her feelings in public again; gods know how awkward I feel with the attention of a crowd... Okay, fine, I'm dressed and I'm not being used in any own improper way by suspicious individuals, everything is fine."
- There are many rising stars and debutantes among us today, so don't be stingy with your ovations! And if you feel like throwing a rotten tomato or a spoiled egg at someone, I am at your service—but hit me first, ha-ha!
She waves her hand toward the donation box.
- As you have undoubtedly noticed, entry to the performance is free, but exit will cost a thousand rem... Just kidding! Please pay attention to the donation box. All collected funds will go toward the restoration of the city center and Kridear!
"Since we've got our own money now, and there are fewer hired artists, at least some things have become easier."
- And a friendly reminder that it is currently cold season, so please do not cough on each other! I allow you to cough on those sitting in front of you, but only if they are blocking your view! - Beata grinned widely.
She paused for a second, biting her lip. She should say something else, right?
Meanwhile, Guillon, sticking his nose into the tent to make sure everything was alright, finds their entire troupe in the company of an unfamiliar Lunarian—to his luck, a light one, so the stupor wasn't too long.
- This is... Erephir, this... You found us a musician?! Arivell, nice to meet you, my name is Guillon; Beata is rambling on stage over there, no time to explain, Erephir, your act with Garrett is first... - he shook his head desperately, inviting everyone toward the exit.
Beata noticed the commotion at the exit of the artists' tent out of the corner of her eye. Guillosha... Boss... Garrett...
...some Lunarian...
...with a drum?!
With an incredible effort of will, she suppressed the urge to let out a triumphant scream and throw herself around either Erephir or their new find.
Later, all that later...
- And also, let's welcome our musical accompaniment in the person of...
- ...in the person of the incomparable and talented Arivell, your applause! - Guillon stepped in, stunned by his own boldness.
- Applause for Arivell! - Beata clapped her hands, joining the cheering.
Waiting for the Lunarian to move to her designated spot, Beata smiled triumphantly.
- Imagine! A dangerous combat mission, you've clashed with the enemy in a fight to the death! The enemy is incredibly strong, and at stake is nothing less than the fate of the world! Would you like to be there? Fine, I'll ask the question differently! Would you like to watch it from the sidelines? Aha, I knew it! Well, rejoice, for you have that opportunity! A breathtaking combat dance performed by the warriors of Carneol—Erephir and Garrett! Please welcome our artists!
Beata clears the stage and joins Guillon in leaning against the tent wall. Her heart is beating wildly somewhere in her throat.
- Thank you, - she whispered to Erephir as she passed her.
- Thank you, - she whispered to the elf, jumping up to her for a second.
- Thank you, Mother Anuzish, - she whispered, looking up.
This is not the first time people in her circle have perished. Not the first time people have died because of her, after all. True, it's one thing when you kill an unknown victim or a jerk who drove you to your breaking point, and quite another when good people, toward whom you wished no ill, become victims of your lack of foresight... The same thing happened in the summer when she almost lost Guillon. The same thing happened now.
Snorting angrily, Beata brushed her hair off her forehead. No time for reflection. Time to work.
- Beat, we're here, - Guillon called out to her.
Noticing Laikos and the Queen entering the tent, Beata almost kissed them with joy that they had actually come; only the boundaries of propriety and the memory of the strongman's love for social distancing forced her to limit herself to a wide smile.
- Guys, I'm so glad to see you! It's great that you came, thank you, thank you!
She hastily calls out to Erephir and Alaria.
- We have a force majeure today; we're performing with a reduced cast and will be improvising on the fly, but don't worry, I'll take most of it upon myself! Our main mission is to please the audience, and it will be accomplished no matter what! Get ready, the schedule remains in effect, minus the animal trainer and knife throwing; as planned, I'll split the acrobatics into two parts, phew... - she took a large gulp of coffee left over from the night. - The rest is as we rehearsed. Music... There won't be any, so just keep the rhythm in your head, count like we did during the first run-through, and everything will be fine. An artist's main skill is to put on a brave face despite a bad game; if something goes wrong, pretend it was intended that way—smile and wave, even if a fat polar fox is chasing you... no, boss, not you, another fox. That's the situation we have now. Boss, Garrett, by the way, you could wear tights; they'll look more appropriate on stage than armor, since we've had this force majeure.
She looked out of the tent. People had already gathered. There was no turning back. With music or without, with a shield or on a shield—this damn circus performance will happen.
- Well... Sink or swim. May Mother Anuzish be with us.
Beata smiles widely and exits the tent. She no longer heard Erephir's words—she had fallen into a meditative trance where nothing existed except her goal. Despite the absence of musicians, a melody was still playing in her head.
As for circus music, I only know Joker's OST, sorry; at least there's more than one of them, lol.
- Ladies and gentlemen! Ladies and gents! Madame and Monsieur! Señores and
Waiting for the responding "hurrahs" and applause to fade, Beata continues.
- First, let's get acquainted! My name is Beata, and I am a warrior of the glorious organization "Carneol," serving Her Majesty with faith and loyalty! But service to the crown can take different forms. I am not only a skilled crossbowwoman ruthlessly striking down the enemies of the empire, but also a circus artist! Which means it is in my power to bring not only grief to the enemies of Welfern, but joy to its residents—that is, you! - she spreads her arms in a gesture embracing the crowd and smiles radiantly. - But I could never have managed alone, and soon you will meet all my friends and colleagues with whom we prepared this wonderful show! Each of them deserves your attention; for now, I only want to introduce my loyal friend and partner—Guillon!
- 😳😅 - Guillon, who was leaning against the tent wall, did not expect such a setup.
- This performance happened not least thanks to him, and even now he fulfills his duty as our staff physician! Applause!
Beata makes a heart with her hands, turning toward Guillon. He smiles bashfully.
"Well, at least she didn't start talking about her feelings in public again; gods know how awkward I feel with the attention of a crowd... Okay, fine, I'm dressed and I'm not being used in any own improper way by suspicious individuals, everything is fine."
- There are many rising stars and debutantes among us today, so don't be stingy with your ovations! And if you feel like throwing a rotten tomato or a spoiled egg at someone, I am at your service—but hit me first, ha-ha!
She waves her hand toward the donation box.
- As you have undoubtedly noticed, entry to the performance is free, but exit will cost a thousand rem... Just kidding! Please pay attention to the donation box. All collected funds will go toward the restoration of the city center and Kridear!
"Since we've got our own money now, and there are fewer hired artists, at least some things have become easier."
- And a friendly reminder that it is currently cold season, so please do not cough on each other! I allow you to cough on those sitting in front of you, but only if they are blocking your view! - Beata grinned widely.
She paused for a second, biting her lip. She should say something else, right?
Meanwhile, Guillon, sticking his nose into the tent to make sure everything was alright, finds their entire troupe in the company of an unfamiliar Lunarian—to his luck, a light one, so the stupor wasn't too long.
- This is... Erephir, this... You found us a musician?! Arivell, nice to meet you, my name is Guillon; Beata is rambling on stage over there, no time to explain, Erephir, your act with Garrett is first... - he shook his head desperately, inviting everyone toward the exit.
Beata noticed the commotion at the exit of the artists' tent out of the corner of her eye. Guillosha... Boss... Garrett...
...some Lunarian...
...with a drum?!
With an incredible effort of will, she suppressed the urge to let out a triumphant scream and throw herself around either Erephir or their new find.
Later, all that later...
- And also, let's welcome our musical accompaniment in the person of...
- ...in the person of the incomparable and talented Arivell, your applause! - Guillon stepped in, stunned by his own boldness.
- Applause for Arivell! - Beata clapped her hands, joining the cheering.
Waiting for the Lunarian to move to her designated spot, Beata smiled triumphantly.
- Imagine! A dangerous combat mission, you've clashed with the enemy in a fight to the death! The enemy is incredibly strong, and at stake is nothing less than the fate of the world! Would you like to be there? Fine, I'll ask the question differently! Would you like to watch it from the sidelines? Aha, I knew it! Well, rejoice, for you have that opportunity! A breathtaking combat dance performed by the warriors of Carneol—Erephir and Garrett! Please welcome our artists!
Beata clears the stage and joins Guillon in leaning against the tent wall. Her heart is beating wildly somewhere in her throat.
- Thank you, - she whispered to Erephir as she passed her.
- Thank you, - she whispered to the elf, jumping up to her for a second.
- Thank you, Mother Anuzish, - she whispered, looking up.
А, вот почему.
🏹🎪+⛓️♿=💕
🏹🎪+⛓️♿=💕