OoC: Ack, this really took forever. X-x Terribly sorry.

BiC:

Andrew's immediate response was, “Why, yes, yes I have!” He turned to Orama and smiled, “You really can't say you haven't. I mean, it's the complete opposite of what any sensible person would wear and it screams fashion disaster.” After those slight words of wisdom, he nodded solemnly and began to walk. “To the circus tent.”

The duo shuffled off, walking side by side to the bright orange and red tent which so crazily swayed in the slight breeze. It was one of those things that, even if you were clinically blind, you probably wouldn't miss. Not only was it incredibly wide, but it stood at nearly the same height as the ferris wheel. “Not too hard to find, eh?” the woman standing next to him chuckled a bit upon seeing the gargantuan thing loom over them.

“Not too hard at all!” he flashed another smile and his stride became more grand, if at all possible. This whole challenge was just another opportunity for him to impress any females that happened to be standing with the general vicinity. Lucky for him, he seemed to be working his magically brilliantly with his partner. Oh, yeah. I'm on the top of my game.

It wasn't long before they reached the flapping pieces of multicolored cloth that made the entrance to the big top. Andrew stepped forward, holding a piece back and waving his arm to usher her in gentlemanly. “Why, thank you,” she said, entering with a smile.

The demon couldn't help but smile to himself as he entered, knowing full well that he was a lady's man and proud of it. Ducking as he entered, the swordsman followed her, suddenly being bombarded by sounds, sights and smells the nature of which screamed 'fun'.

His ears suffered from the loud screaming of the crowd and the bright colors which were so vibrantly put up for all to see. Elephants were parading around with girls in tights so easily forming a pyramid on their backs. Men on unicycles spun around him, honking horns which emitted a shrill 'honk'. “Hey, Orama,” Andrew began, not able to hear himself over the roar of the audience, “Orama!” He yelled out, placing a hand gently on her shoulder, “Let's find that clown before we lose our sanity!”She nodded, vigorously, though with a grin that showed she wasn't entirely hating this.

The pair of warriors traveled through the crowd awkwardly, stumbling every few feet due to the immense about of squirming within the tent. The walls were line with people, only a few stands provided as seats. Most of them were scattered on the ground, packed, body to body. Normally, the demon would enjoyed this thoroughly especially given the number of females in the group of people, but not today. Today he was on a mission. Not a particularly important mission but a mission none the less.

“Move it, people!” he pushed through each clump of people, occasionally stopping to nod to a cute girl or two. And, after a few huff and puffs, they had breached to the other side, standing right before the performance itself. He lept onto the elevated stage and stormed over to the clown, which seemed to have been jumping up with excitement a moment before. “Okay, you! I found you!”

He had an accusatory stance and a finger was pointed at his nose. With a lunge, his fingers gripped around the clown's bright red circular nose. His face bore a malicious grin, “Why do you wear this nose?”

All the clown did in response was honk a horn situated on his shoulder and stare at the demon wide eyed. Everyone had stopped cheering and turned their attention to the fiasco Andrew had caused. Even the balancing women on the elephant fell.

“That answer isn't good enough,” he retorted and plucked the nose right off, only to see a small roll of paper fall down. “Huh?” Dropping the nose and bending down, he picked the paper up with his thumb and forefinger. Carefully, he unrolled it, only to see another clue that read: “What do you want to eat that's sweet, sticky, and melts in your mouth?”

He couldn't help but think, Obviously something that's not in my diet...

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