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Andrew finally snapped out of his mini heart attack and tried to calm himself. Wanting to get to the middle of the circle of vans and wagons. Somewhere safe, away from the creatures. He turned quickly and realized that Raphael was standing behind him, Andrew frowned at him. "No, you can't help me." He said truthfully, no one could help him he knew.

He looked down at his arm realizing that there was blood seeping from underneath the leather sleeve. He ignored it, he wasn't about to turn around and face those things so that he could wash his arm. Wasn't worth it in his opinion, he brought his arm closer to his side, hiding it from view.

(( Omg, Andrew should so go crazy :O .... Nvm I don't want to make him go crazy just yet X3 )) 

((-Limps back from tennis-))

Dravius had to think a bit after Nylat's questions, his brows furrowing. "Mmmm, not much, actually. Break dragged Silverbane out of my van, Alto put her back in, then I went to sleep. A little later, I wake up to see Break with a clearly defined boot print on the back of his head and Maya gone. Then Break left, the police came and we left. That's....it." The co-master seemed a bit unsure about the end of his statement, his eyebrows moving closer together.

"I don't know, really. I don't usually sleepwalk. What'd I do?" Dravius asked, worriness creeping into his voice. "Correction, what did Break tell me to do? I forget, have you met Break before?" The teen added this last question, sitting cross-legged on the ground. Dravius knew this had to be serious, and he was about to start hyperventialting becasue he couldn't remember doing anything recently that would have deserved a talk from Nylat.

((Yes, Nylat, you are a rolemodel.))

Blinking in slight surprise, Raphael could only look at the stranger with a curious face. Who the hell was that guy anyway?... He most definately was not a member of the Circus... "May I ask your name?" He asked.

Scratching a temple, he had to glance over his shoulder at Spider as he distinctly heard the sound of hunger. With a slight sigh, he turned to face the white haired Spider, gesturing to one of the larger vans that resided in the field. "If your hungry, you can find something to eat over in that van. They have plenty of choice." He said with a slight smile.

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Frowning, Maya stood, simply watching the distraught Alto. She still harboured that nagging fear, clearly alerting her to go and get Raphael or someone, rather than put herself right in the way of what could clearly be a dangerous situation. Unfortunately, the previous days events still stung, and as such, Maya seemed to be carrying around a certain boldness that was probably very unhealthy. Though admittedly, half of that came from her concern for the demon kid and the way he looked.

She was torn between walking forward and backing off, remaining stood where she was, violet eyes searching Alto's face.... He said he'd kill her?... Killed who?... She shuddered inwardly, her instincts pretty much screaming for her to back off, not that she paid any attention to it.

"What have you done, Alto?..." She asked, her voice mixed with concern, warmth and something very similar to fear, but not quite.

((Poor Maya. DX))

Nylat laid her ears back, shaking her head.
"He seems familiar, but no, I never actually met him face to face. Why do you ask?"
She had a bad feeling, and knew that what Dravius said next would probably either confirm or deny her suspision. Feeling slightly more at ease, she raised her ears, and took on a more caring and normal appreaance, curling her tail over her feet. However, her face was still serious, her eyes still hard.

"Andrew... Parker." He replied quiet awkwardly, no where near used to human interaction. He didn't expect Raphael to remember all of the circus members' names, there certainly was quiet a few to remember. He kept his eyes trained on Raphael, refraining from looking down or away. He needed to convince that he didn't need any help so that he would possible leave him to tend to his arm.

Usually the pain wasn't this annoying, and it never bled this long. He must have done something wrong. Or maybe it was his current panicked state that was causing this. He clenched his fist tighter, not letting the emotion show. 

((I'll post once nao for Maya. Must go sleep. Dx And no, she's not close enough to be heard. xD))

The golden haired teen had very little time to react to Alto's move. Had he not been moving as inhuman speeds, she would have made a very quick bid to get out of the way. Her ex
pression was strangely detached as she listened, cursing the fact that anyone had thought he had full control of his demons... Raphael had been somewhat right to be concerned.

Wincing visibly at the Demons grip, her body seemed to want to take an automatic step back, witheld only by her will. Moving anywhere at the moment was impossible, and she didn't particularly wish to aggrivate him more. It was only when he reached for her face that she made the first desperate move to try dislodge herself, ignoring the ache running up her arm. Her movement meant that Alto's claws barely scratched the surface of her skin above the jawline, but the neck was a different matter; The wounds there bleeding freely as she glared openly at the Demon.

Before she had much chance to do anything else, the Demon applied extra pressure to his already vice-like grip, and naturally, with the sound of snapping bone, came a scream of nothing but severe anguish and pain. Running entirely on instinct, the very second Alto released her arm, she threw her wings forward, pushing her body a good 20 feet away from the Demon.

Landing haphazardly on one knee, Maya glanced at her wrist, noting with a strange surrealism that it didn't actually look broken,. Unfortunately, her inability to move it, and the severe, shooting pains up her arms said otherwise; As well as what was probably going to be a very nasty bruise. She also noted the deep cut running from halfway up her upper arm, to just below the elbow.

Standing up, she held her forearm just above the damaged wrist, her face pale and her breathing heavy as she stared at the Demon, her eyes strangely accepting of the sitaution, as she fought to keep herself from yelling in pain again.

"Don't be stupid," She hissed in reply to his declaration, her voice quiet and laced with agony. "I've never killed anything in my life, I refuse to change that for you,"

((*clings*  Don't leave us Grayvs!))

Kioko had taken a few steps away from the van when she realized someone was speaking to her.  A man with black hair and dressed in a leather jacket had paused a few feet away from her, asking if she was alright.  He stood stiffly, as if he wasn't used to asking about the well-being of others.  "Yes, I'm fine.  Just a bad dream."  Kioko rubbed at her puffy eyes as she replied.  When she looked back at him, she saw he was no longer paying attention to her, but was instead looking over at a boy who was speaking to Raphael.  "Is he a newcomer, too?"  she asked, gesturing toward him.

[[I suppose I could stay for you 'Elle. D: *squish*]]

 Tired of standing and twitching he glanced back towards Raphael, to see that he sounded a bit exasperated. Naturally he blamed himself, immediately, not thinking that perhaps the new guy he was interrogating could have anything to do with it. It was his stomach wasn't it? He hated that rude blasted thing. Who was that Raphael was talking to? Was he bleeding? That almost made Spider forget he was hungry-- ugh the sight of blood was going to make him-- He closed his eyes and looked around at the van.

Spider fidgeted. Just... just go over there? If Spider had been someone else he might have just bounded off on his own. But he wasn't Someone Else, as lucky as that fellow may be. He was Spider, and he felt uncomfortable having to go anywhere alone. He gurgled inaudibly for a moment, but then noticed Kioko. He skittered over to her. "Good morning, Kioko!" He chirped. "Are you hungry? Mister Raphael says we can get something to eat over there." He pointed at the before mentioned van, and rocked on the heels of his feet.

"Oh, good morning, Mister Julain." He added, as an afterthought, to the man who was also examining the bleeding one. He thought maybe now was not the time for such happy greetings, and wondered if the stranger-- Andrew he said? If Andrew would feel left out. He hoped not.

"Mmm. Just before we met you, I lived with Break. He's the same age as Raphael, and not the most compas.sionate person." Dravius sighed and took the cloth from his face, his lip split cleanly down one side. "He's probably the one that contributed to my lack of people skills. Uhm, I don't remember much before Raphael got ahold of me. Kind of a blank space. Break pretty much controlled my every move that I made. I don't know if that's transitioned over all these years, but I'm in trouble if it has."

"You know, if Break wants me back, he'll probably get me. If he gets me, I'm not coming back." Dravius sighed again, ripping afew blades of gras.s from the ground, braiding them swiftly and tossing them back to the ground. "I doubt anyone'll be able to stop me."

((^o^ YAY!! *squished* XD))

"Good morning, Spider," Kioko softly replied after he had skittered over and greeted her.  He pointed over at a random van, telling her about Raphael had said about getting food.  "Are you hungry?  Mister Raphael says we can get something to eat over there."  He rocked back on his heels before greeting Julian as well.

The mention of food caused Kioko to remember her empty stomach.  She hadn't had any thing to eat since the day before yesterday, and she had somehow managed to forget about being hungry in the middle of all the chaos of joining the circus.  Not to mention the incident after she had come in contact with Break.  But now that everything had started to calm down, Kioko realized she was starving.  

"Actually, I am a bit hungry," she told Spider.  "Want to get some breakfast with me?" 

Raphael's eyes focused again on the stranger who had introduced himself as Andrew, his ex
pression split between slight concern and caution. When Spider moved over to Kioko, The Ring Master glanced away only once.

"Mmm," He turned back to Andrew, crossing his arms. His eyes read the boy in seconds, then he sighed, allowing his arms to fall and placing his hands in his pockets. He figured asking the guy what was wrong probably wouldn't work, he was clearly trying to avoid such a scene. Unfortunately for him, Raphael was more than just a little stubborn when it came to dealing with people like him. "You should get that arm treated." He said, his eyes flickering to the kids injured limb, having spotted the injury before he had a chance to hide it.

Julian shook his head at Kioko's question. "I don't believe I've seen him before, he isn't a member of the Circus." He glanced back towards the white haired Kioko when Spider spoke to him, and he nodded in greeting, a small, fleeting smile on his features.

Andrew blinked,the thought of backing away had crossed his mind in the second that Raphael looked away. But he had turned back too quickly for Andrew to even attempt movement. Then, he surprised him by addressing his arm. How did he notice so quickly? He thought, sneaking a glance down at his arm, then back at Raphael. "I am aware." Andrew said simply. Letting go of the fist that he was holding and letting his hand relax.

He sharp pain shot up his arm quickly, making his flinch. Being interrogated wasn't going to help his arm stop bleeding, and he wanted to get away from the looks that he was receiving. He would would fix his arm the way he always did, clean it then stitch it back up. It anyone looked at his arms which were always covered with leather sleeves for a reason and his hands shielded by leather gloves. They would discover the multiple scars and welts that had formed on them. A result from years of cutting himself and then patching himself up again, not allowing a proper healing process to occur before cuting himself again.

Andrew blinked, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, his Katana rubbing against his back and he did so. Pushing the pain away, he liked the pain, knowing it kept those creatures away from him. And them saying he was not a member of the group made him feel a certain sense of accomplishment that he blended so well with the background and didn't cause attention to be drawn to himself successfully.