[Bah, I'm just going to jump forward here.]
Half an hour later, the newbies had mostly dispersed, some had shifts to begin, others had other business to attend too. Outside the circus walls, clouds bubbled and boiled, a dust-storm circling the circus, the elements of nature ferociously tearing itself apart, apart from the area inside and 100 metres outside the circus walls, which was simply a calm desert of black sand below and a clear view of the sky above. A patch of darkness hid the stars as a mantis ray flew over the storm, serenely floating past, it's shape silhouetted against the half-moon above for a moment before passing on. Baruch and Balthamos were situated on the closest path to the circus, the loop straight round, counter clockwise. Two other patrolled rings were around the circus, one only fifty meters from the storm, going clockwise, the last just visible amidst the edge of the storm, going counter-clockwise again. The more hardened and capable scouts there. The circus's circumference was large enough to need four watchers around it. Gorm was currently at the North position while Baruch and Balthamos at the south of the circus. Strange arachnids scuttled above the desert while stranger things moved both above and below it.
Inside the circus, the "Kit-Kat" club was beginning it's evening performances. Downstairs, the tables were packed around a hidden circular stage opposite towards the Kit-Kat entrance, two bars were open at the sides, continuous drinks being served to the customers down and upstairs. A thin crescent, the largest part overhanging the entrance, made up the upstairs, lounges and couches filled it, cigarette smoke and clinks of glasses filled the area as the upper class enjoyed their reserved seats. The downstairs customers were getting a little restless as the young aquatic siren behind the curtain picked her moment, biting her lip nervously, this was always a bit of a gamble. A smash of a bottle broke through the air followed by a yelp was enough of a signal. Gentleman. a voice said, echoing around the room oddly, like a voice in an underwater cave. Thank you for your patience, it's a delight to see a room full of faces like this. The siren was a skilled enough showgirl to actually say it like she meant it. The stone knights standing around the edges of the room were a decent dampener to any incivility, but sometimes, even if only for a few minutes, things would go nasty, the Purple Clown was also there tonight, she wasn't sure if that was good or bad, even the ordinary ones were fricking juobblik, scary. The siren was from the ninth realm, and even after a few decades of the circus, the lower realms always seemed so...rough. Interesting though, in their defence, there was a buzz in the air that made her blue gills quiver beneath long sea-coloured hair. Normally I'd gush on for a bit, but I can see from the theropian in the graxphoids headlock, let him go or you will be asked to leave the premise, that perhaps I should dive right into it. You all know what you're here for? Cries whooped and glasses were raised in response. As she began to sing, Marea and Sri were beckoned forward by the dwarf behind the bar to get out there. Customers tipped better once the show started.
In the circus, Remington had been the lucky newbie chosen to have his opening debut tonight, assisted by Nox, Sigmund and a slightly translucent man with eyes of fog and a frame suggesting he'd been built from matchsticks. Small hooded creatures were rushing around them, squeaking and flailing at each other to try and clean up the unfortunate mess left by the incredible Blob. They were having trouble finding all his pieces it seemed.
In the construction area, Michael, Benidict and William were directed towards Professor Xenon by Zeon, he directed them towards the Professor who was working at a desk, four white poles holding a roof over him as he went over papers, arguing in a language punctuated by clicks and tings with a...well, it could be described as mechanical, but it looked more like a man made up of a random assortment of cogs, gears and other metal knick-knacks. It moved much more fluidly than the clockwork professor, nails and wires moving randomly to make a finger jabbing at the desk. Two bulbs flashed on and off where a man's eyes would be while the professor's remained constant circles, red, but apart from that emotionless. The rods sticking out of his back twitching, as he was just desperate to let his limbs loose and tear the monstrosity beside him apart.
-"I'm sophisticated, charming, suave, and debonair, Professor. But I have never claimed to be civilized."