The Circus is in Town! (Invited)

[Feathers]

In Jump City Park

A girl with dark brown hair, was having her evening jog down at the park. Wearing a purple jacket, with a light-blue tank top. Matching purple sweatpants with yellow edges and a purple pair of sports shoes.

It has been a stressful week in college, with the assignment pilling up till her nose. Dreaded. She decided to get some fresh air and get some work out done. In times of great stress or adversity, it's always best to keep busy, to plow her anger and her energy into something positive, like working out.

Enjoying the cool breeze, blowing against her face. She was rudely interrupted when a flyer smacked in her face. Irritated. She pulls the dumb-flyer off and caught a glimpse of its advertisement.

'Circus Gothica…'

She was soon answered when she heard a fade song, playing in the air. It sounded like an eerie version of the ‘Circus is in Town’. An eerie version that something that Marilyn Mason who had composed. Curious. She pin-point the music, where it seems to emitting from the middle of the park. Seeing a large number of people, gather around. She was quite sure, she was in the right place.

“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls...”

A man who looked like the Ringmaster greet the crowd.

“I am Freakshow, ringmaster of the Circus Gothica, where your nightmares will come alive”

He wore heavy Goth make-up, with heavy black eyeliner and all. Dress in a fully traditional ringmaster customer with a heavy taste of Goth. Dark and gloomy.

“Circus Gothica, where the clowns never smile.”

A gloomy clown with sharp teeth appears, howling with demented laughter.

“Circus Gothica, come and get your freak on, with real freaks”

Heavily pierced man in an iron mask appear next.

“Circus Gothica! Is finally here in Jump City…”

He twirls his staff with glowing red orb

“I dare you to come and cross over to the dark side.”

He gave his crowd a creepy smile, sending down a cold shiver down her back even from a distance.

[Emma]

All was not well in Jump City. Teens had been disappearing off the streets. An outbreak of runaways the authorities said. But Kaden thought it was more than that. In the past week the young offenders crime rates had sky rocketed. Dozens of robberies perpetrated by youths. Not to mention the body count. 8 teens found dead this week.

Naturally Kaden had brought the issue to Robin’s attention, but with everything else going on, the Boy Wonder had waved it off. They didn’t have time to waste on wild goose chases, trying to find some imaginary big bad mastermind when the city already had dozens running around in broad daylight.

So Kaden decided to take on the case alone. 2 days ago he traced the highest concentration of criminal activity to the area around the park. Donning his trademark white mask, Kaden did a midnight recon trip. Finding a goth circus in the middle of the grassy plain let him know he was on the right track. They’d arrived at the beginning of the week, right when the youth of Jump City started to get into trouble. They had set up camp in the heart of the criminal activity zone. And, well, the place just screamed evil.

The following night Kaden stayed to watch the show, scouting out ways to get backstage and do some real investigating. It turned out he needn’t have wasted his money on the entry ticket, for his entrance strategy was pinned on blaring obvious white paper in the sea of black that was the outer tent.

WANTED:
Skilled acrobats
Animal tamers
Fire breathers
Janitorial staff

Sure, anyone could be a janitor. But why apply for that job, when he was much better at being an acrobat than cleaning up child vomit.

Having seen the types of stunts the acrobats performed, Kaden was confident in his ability to join them, thus gaining access backstage. So he returned for a third night, false resume in hand, wearing gothic clothes and makeup, and a fake excited naïve grin plastered across his face, he stepped inside Circus Gothica.

Kaden never saw the girl get it in the face by the flyer, but she likely saw his back as he passed through the arched tent flaps to attended his tryouts session.

401


Kimber


Urgh this is terrible, I’m too tired haha. Sorry ^.^

[Feathers]

OCC: Sorry it took me to so long to reply these. Busy.

Circus Gothic promoted a week of show with free admission. She couldn’t even be more thrills. She even got into the Goth mood. Painting her nails black, wore (cute) black boots, highlight her hair blue and wore pants-skirt trousers, matching with a white top. She didn’t realize how much fun it was to dressing up in Goth.

Shopping earlier. It felt it was a little daunting at first. She pops into a Goth store to shop for some accessories, looking like a ‘goldfish out of water’. A shopper assistant (Goth Whispered) was nice enough to introduce her, to the world of Goth. (Okay, part of it. Just in between the line of the Goth clothing line). But she fell in love with all the lace and black that Goth has to offer. She partly now understand what was the rave about. The clothing makes crazy sick fashion statement (in a good way). It wasn’t all that bad then she expected, and had it own impeccable taste.

Excited. She actually got loss and stumbles across a trial or a job interview, if you could say that. Watching hopefuls perform, hopping to get the eye of the Ringmaster and the job. She particularly liked the Asian fella (who looks pretty cute by the way). He caught everyone attention and their breath. Performing daring stunts and flips, none dare to perform. She didn’t know if he gotten the job or not before being shoo away. But he indeed gotta her vote.

She finally finds her way to the show-tent. She jumped, when the light went off. Only one spot light was left open, where the ringmaster, Freakshow slowly steps out of the shadows. Revealing himself. He bows when everyone gave him an applaud.

“Greetings, fellow outcasts. I am Freakshow, your master of ceremonies. Are you ready to smile, relax, and forget all your troubles amid the pleasant diversions of the circus?”
“YES!”
“NO!”

Embarrassingly she was the only who said ‘Yes’. A couple of Goth kids, sitting beside her gave her an odd look. She replies with a sheepish smile. While she mentally kicks herself and wished she could dig a big hole and buries herself, out of shame.

“Then you've come to the right place! Prepare to be disturbed and appalled by the bizarre and abnormal world of Circus Gothica”

Soon, the spotlight turns to a woman emerges, crawling on the rope much like an insect, the crowd gasps. A man balancing on a ball and juggling skulls rolls out, a heavily-pierced woman within an iron, spiked wheel follows, and an incredibly tall man in a skeleton suit emerges last. As the crowd cheers, the performances make way for the Ringmaster to perform. Twirling his staff and perform simple cheap magic trick. Yet somehow her gaze landing on Freakshow's staff, and becomes mesmerized.

She could even hear his words in her head.

“Open heart and mind to me, and show me your true colours! And when I say "colours," I mean "all black. Make the whole world see your dark side!”
“Make them see us for who we are….”

The rest mumble and recital Freakshow at every word he said. She included with everyone's eyes turned red (even her choker turn red). Tricked. Falllen a into Freakshow trance and control. The crowds went wild and cheered Freakshow as their… master.

[Emma]

So it turned out that Kaden wasn’t the only circus freak hopeful to show up that night. A lady who’s face was more piecings than skin pointed him around back, where lo and behold, a small flock of weirdoes had gathered. Running a trained eye over the bunch, Kaden noted that whilst 2 had potential in the future to be skilled athletes if they put their mind to it, none were anywhere near him in skill level. Silently he watched with a calculating eye, his expression molded into the perfect imitation of a serious acrobat critically appraising the routines of his competition. This eye did not miss the young woman emerging from the crowd, the gentle crease in her brow the typical trademark of one who had stumbled into the unknown. But Kaden paid her no real mind. Someone from the circus would send her in the right direction, besides, it was his turn to perform.

“You. Yah up.” The large balding man grunted, jerking his thumb first at Kaden, then at the patch of cleared grass where the others had already strutted their stuff. From what he could tell, this man was likely the stunt coordinator. In charge of choreographing which performer would do what and where during the show. His bulk and sweaty chain smoker image ruling him out as an actual performer himself… unless his act was sleazing on women and catching various items thrown by the crowd with his plumber’s crack. The Ringmaster had walked past earlier, and Kaden could see him in the distance, glancing over every now and then to eye up the potential talent, but otherwise trusting Sir Excessive Armpit Hair to handle the recruiting.

Giving his future boss a curt nod, Kaden dropped his papers, rolling his shoulders to loosen up as he took position. Taking a steadying breath he launched into action, kicking things off with a tight double back flip. Letting his momentum roll him over as he hit the ground, Kaden did a backwards somersault before swinging himself upright into a handstand… on only his fore and middle fingers of his right hand. Finding the balance between up force and gravity Kaden held his pose for a moment, before letting gravity take hold, pulling him into the rest of his routine. Flips, twists, high kicks, and immense feats that showed just how strong his wiry body was all followed, until, 3 minutes later, Kaden’s feet once again came to rest upon the ground.

“You’ll do. The rest of ya’ll beat it and stop wasting meh time. Ringmaster’s invited ya to watch the show, even though ya’ll don’ deserve it.” The coordinator drawled, turning on his heel and wheezing off towards another tent further behind the main one, giving Kaden a bored look to let him know he was expected to follow.

Leaving his resume for dead, Kaden stalked after the man, subtly trying to slow his breathing rate back to normal after his exertions. His earlier thoughts on the lost girl were forgotten as his mind focused on the task at hand.

McSmokey led him into the performers tent, ignoring the hustle and bustle of last minute preparations around him, making a beeline for the prop corner. Pulling out a large ball and half a dozen skulls, he tossed them all to Kaden.

“Trust ya know how to juggle with all ‘em fancy other skills ya got? This is ya trial run. Get on the ball and toss ‘em skulls ‘round. You’ll be headin’ out second after Ruby over there. If ya manage not to cock it up we’ll see ‘bout gettin’ an act more suited to ya skills tomorrow night.” And with that oh so enlightening speech done, Kaden’s new boss departed, his wheezing sighs disappearing into white noise that was last minute rehearsals.

Stepping up onto his ball, Kaden tested his own skills, settling on comfortably being able to juggle 5 skulls and still maintain his balance. Rolling into position behind Ruby as she started to entwine herself around a rope.

Moments later the noise in the main tent died down, signaling the show was about to start. Ruby passed through the tent flaps and out onto the stage, soon followed by Kaden.

Most of his mind occupied with keeping his balance and not dropping a skull, Kaden didn’t notice the ringmaster join them on the stage. However, he did notice when the audience’s eyes turned red. That was definitely not normal.

But there was nothing he could do now. Revealing himself now would be pointless, he had no idea what the red eyes meant, nor for what purpose they were created. He’d be leaving here just as empty handed as when he arrived. Better to wait and see what happened next.

Trying to draw as little attention to himself as possible, Kaden played along like the other performers, acting like everything was fine. But as the show drew to a close, Kaden’s plans were already formed and ready in his mind. He’d spotted that lost girl in the audience, her silver hair making her easy to track. Now that his equipment was away and he’d made his excuses to leave blaming a family emergency, Kaden took to the rooftops, tailing the girl through the streets. Other audience members soon joined her, and Kaden’s danger-o-meter spiked. Something seriously fishy had happened during that performance, and hopefully whatever this group of strangers were going to do would give Kaden some clues as to the cause and reasoning behind all the mysterious happenings in Jump City lately.

973


Kimber


Sorry for lateness and not giving you much to work with here. Figured you had more of an idea as to what hypnosis induced activities Kimber will get up to than me haha.

[Feathers]

Stanley Burriensten

In a dark room, Stanley Burriensten was counting his money on his desk. Desk surrounded with goods from money to golds. More decorated around his trailer with stolen goods. He licked his lips as he counted the money again. He couldn't get over the fresh-sweet-aroma-new-money-smell, and the sound it makes. His lips curl when his minions deposit more ‘vew moeny' beside his desk.

Who knew Uncle Larry own the family sceptre? The sceptre that’s allowed a Burrienste’s to control animal’s. To think, all this time he believes it was all a myth. He shook his head. He could still remember the days and his surprise when the old man dies and he, Stanley Burriensten inherited it as his next kin. His ancestor was foolish and stupid. With it’s untold power and all they could think to do was to entertain the masses! Whereas he has found a much more profitable use instead. By fine tuning it’s power, he manages to tap into the sceptre power to not only control the animal’s, but the human mind too.

But who knew it's power would affect metahuman too.

He lifted his head when the door open. He smiles. Came in with a girl with silver hair. Dropping another money bag beside his desk. Getting up. He walks towards her and started to play with her hair. She couldn't protest or say a word, not she is still under his control. Unaware of what was going on around her.

“You, my dear shall be my new star line up for my next show…”

He could imagine the possibility he could do with her and her silver power. He even had a title line up in his head, the magical silver girl. His newest puppet and arsenal.

Kimber

She gasped as she sat on her bed when her alarm clock ring. Waking up for a creepy and scary nightmare. She couldn't remember it clearly but only a creepy voice ringing in her head. Slamming down on the alarm clock. She growls as she tries to crawl out from her bed. Literally. She never feels so exhausted and tired in her life. Even rushing for the finals and last-minute paper didn't leave her, so fatigue.

She was so tired. She mistaken her face wash as her toothpaste and her toothpaste as the other. Was she feeling sick? If she was, there must be a sick-bug flying around campus because she wasn't the only feeling tired. Her classmate, her college mate and everyone she knew was having it. It all started two days and what getting really freaky was. Everyone was having memory relapse. Having no clue what happen to them after 6.

All she could ask was, what the heck is going on?

[Emma]

KADEN RYDER
THE GRIN REAPER

"My only goal is to make up for what i've done."

MALE
NINETEEN
TEEN TITAN
PROFILE

wibbly wobbly timey whimey stuff.

Crap, crap, crap! Were the only words rushing through Kaden's mind as he heard the tent flaps open. The jig was up. He was caught. Sure he might be able to lie his way to safety, but right now his brain was too busy running in circles like a headless chicken to bother coming up with a plausible excuse for being in the ringmaster's tent.

Subtly dropping the stack of papers he'd been ruffling through back on the table, disguising the motion by swiftly turning around to face the intruder, Kaden slapped a dimwitted foolish smile on his face.

"Hi there! You scared the living daylights out of me friend. These tents flaps are like the ninja's of the door world. They don't squeak, you can't knock, and i'm pretty sure slamming a tent flap behind you ain't nearly as satisfying as slamming a big ol' wooden door, am i right?" Kaden gushed, the nonsensical babble flowing from his mouth like a river of drool. It was only when he paused for breath that he managed to clench his teeth together, stopping the word vomit. The newest resident of the tent was not the ringmaster that Kaden had feared. It was just some kid.

Once again, his wits abandoned him. So, Kaden went back to grinning like an idiot, trying so hard to look like he had the IQ of a doorknob that he could have sworn he had just teared a smiling muscle. He didn't know if this kid was friend or foe, better to play the part of a lost fool than a snooping Teen Titan.

~~~~ 2 days earlier ~~~~

Landing with an almost noiseless roll, Kaden commando crawled to the edge of the roof. From his vantage point 3 floors up, he had a great view of the crimes unfolding before him. He had followed the silver haired girl after the performance, and, much to his surprise, she had proceeded into town... with a group of other audience members. Silently he watched, a knot of unease quickly developing in his stomach. The group had just broken into a jeweller shop and were currently in the process of putting all the goods into bags. But, disturbing as it was to learn that whatever the ringmaster had done during the performance had turned the crowd into a bunch of thieves, it was more disturbing to learn the secret behind the silver girl. She had powers... and she had no issue using them to assit in the break ins.

As the night progressed, Kaden followed her to and from about a dozen robberies. The ringmaster's aim soon became clear, his pawns bringing all the loot back to his tent. But Kaden still had no idea how he was controlling the audience. Eventually the silver girl went home, and the ringmaster headed to bed. With much to consider, Kaden retired for the night as well. He needed more information before he confronted the ringmaster. Obviously he was controlling the audience and getting them to rob the city blind, but did this relate to all the teen suicides currently sweeping Jump City? Or was there another villain lurking in the shadows, using this circus as a cover? But most importantly, Kaden needed to figure out what had affected the audience in the first place, or else he could be the next addition to the cirque de freak crime gang.

The next day passed in a blur of activity. Choreographer Steve made it his personal mission to run Kaden to exhaustion. He claimed he was trying to get a feel for Kaden's abilities, and figure out a more suitable and permanent act for him. But Kaden thought it was much more likely that the ringmaster had told Steve to keep him distracted until he got around to hypnotising him as well.

Eventually the day did end, and after the show packed up for the night, the newly indoctrinated audience going off into the city to pilage for their ringmaster, Kaden decided to do some investigative snooping. Bringing us back to the ringmaster's tent and the foolishly grinning Kaden. He had gone in to see if he could find evidence that might identify how the ringmaster was controlling people, but instead he had gained a companion, one who had yet to reveal their motives for entering a tent that was usually off limits to everyone but the ringmaster and his pawns.

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The young shifter had learned of a rash of robberies and with the circus in town he knew it couldn’t just be a coincidence. Mimic was just wandering about the streets just outside the park. That night he was out of uniform because he was just out roaming around not really on patrol, but like usual he had his armor close at hand inside a briefcase and all he had to do to get it on was say the magic phrase, ‘armor on,’ in Euremian. He wore a red t-shirt with a black vest and dark blue jeans with a light blue hoodie. The hood of his hoodie was up covering much of his face. Hands deep in his jeans pockets he strolled down the streets blending in perfectly with everybody else.

But a poster pasted on the wall of a building caused him to stop. He recognized the picture of the ringmaster; Stanley Burrienstein, his old boss and he rather figured he was up to no good. No doubt he was vexed that his star attraction escaped. What Mimic did not yet understand was how Burrienstein was now able to apparently control the masses into doing his bidding. Last he recalled he did not have that ability lest he would have used it on him. But, after a closer look at the poster Mimic noticed something different about the old ringmaster. He uttered a soft gasp and his eyes widened as he took a few steps back. “So, that’s how he’s doing it. He got himself a fancy staff,” he observed with a soft hiss. It was almost impossible to trick the strong minded shifter.

Feeling this was enough to warrant a little call to his oh so wise leader, he pulled out his T-comm. “Yo Rob I got a lead on those robberies! It’s Burrienstein! He’s back! And I am pretty sure he is the mastermind behind the sudden rash of robberies and the robberies did not even begin until his circus arrived. I have an idea of how he is doing it too, but first I need proof. Just please hurry and get here. Burreinstein’s dangerous and can’t be trusted! Even I know I cannot handle him alone. But, for now I am going to go on ahead and infiltrate his circus and get me some proof. Mimic over and out,” informed Mimic before he stuffed his T-comm back into his jean pocket.

Then a groan emitted from him as he slid down on the ground, back up against the wall as he sat there contemplating his next move. From his spot he watched as many a passerby walked right past him. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was looking for, but figured he’d know as soon as he saw it. And there it was a goth chick who appeared to have bought some souvenirs from the visiting circus. Suspicious, he stood and followed her. “Hey, wait up!” he called causing the girl to stop mid-step.

Turning around she flashed him a dirty look. “What do you want, kid?” she demanded.

Mimic was used to this reaction due to his young age. People always ended up underestimating him just because he was a kid. Annoyed, he rolled his eyes. “Was just admiring your jacket. That real leather?” he questioned with an innocent smile on his face. Mimic was good at making up all kinds of crap just so he can get at the info he really was after.

Accepting his compliment the girl smiled looking her jacket over as if showing it off. “It is. So nice of you to notice.”

“Well, it’s kind of hard not to. It just seems to give off this glow. Where might I find such a jacket?” he inquired.

“Why, aren’t you just so sweet and full of compliments? Ya know it is too bad you are not at least a few years older. You seem to really know how to treat a girl not at all like my stupid ex. Got the jacket at Circus Gothica. Just be careful if you are thinking about going to it. It’s full of weirdos and sadists,” she answered.

Mimic nodded. “I figured as much. Did you just come from there?”

The girl narrowed her eyes at the rather inquisitive kid. “I did. It was fabulous. Go there and enjoy yourself,” she said before turning on her heel and walking away.

Mimic watched her leave before heading for the park. ‘That girl must be one of the brainwashed people,’ thought Mimic as walked quickly. Upon his arrival, spectators and performers gave him all kinds of weird looks. Looking himself over he supposed he should have dressed for the occasion, but it was too late now. He was already there, but until he got to the bottom of this he had to keep a low profile lest Burrienstein recognizes him. He kept his hood over his head as he slowed down to a slow walk in the hopes of blending in with the crowd.

‘That chick wasn’t kidding when she said this place was full of weirdos,’ Mimic thought as he walked amongst the crowd. Some of the goths looked a bit high even. Mimic just forced himself to smile at them and move on. He even high-fived a few of them.

At last he spotted where the tents were and he rather figured Burrienstein was in there with his stupid staff. Unfortunately, they were under heavy guard by a couple of large guys. Getting a sneaky idea to get past them without incidence he shifted into an RC helicopter and flew over their heads. Though, the guards did look at the RC helicopter curiously they did not make a move to grab it and Mimic supposed it was because they assumed the toy was part of the circus entertainment. You know, kids just love those little toy helicopters.

Once within the tent area, the toy helicopter flew about searching for Burrienstein’s tent. But a loud sound emitting from one caught his attention. So, shifting back to human form he followed the sound to one of the tents. He slowly opened the flap revealing a boy not too much older than himself, snooping about. Mimic had no idea this was actually the ringmaster’s tent and naturally assumed the boy either an employee or a performer. At any event Mimic’s sudden appearance more than startled the boy causing him to jabber on. Suspicious, Mimic crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at him. “You’re nervous and have perspiration dripping from your face. Something wrong? Just what is it you are doing in here anyway?” he noted acting as though he worked there. And there was something else. The older boy wore an idiotic grin as well and Mimic wondered if that was on purpose.

In order to find out, Mimic dropped his little act. This boy acted much too nervous to be a legitimate employee anyway. So, clearing his throat Mimic lowered his voice to that of a hushed whisper as he walked further inside the tent. “Look, I need to know where to find Burrienstein’s tent. It’s urgent,” he asked unaware that he was in the right place. His eyes wandered about the tent and they landed on the dropped papers on the ground. He wondered what they were.

[Emma]

KADEN RYDER
THE GRIN REAPER

"My only goal is to make up for what i've done."

MALE
NINETEEN
TEEN TITAN
PROFILE

In case i'm being too subtle, the alarm has been triggered by Kimber robbing a place, and Robin and BB will catch her in the act as they respond to Mimic's call. Whilst you guys fight it out, Kaden and Mimic will talk things out, and maybe do some more snooping.

If it wouldn’t have looked so suspicious, Kaden would have face palmed. His brilliant plan to play the village idiot had backfired, the kid instantly deducing that Kaden was up to no good. For a moment the Teen Titan felt a flash of self-assurance, realizing that he was just too smart to pretend to be stupid. But that moment quickly passed, replaced with a growing pit of panic and slight hysteria.

Opening his mouth to lie profusely, Kaden mentally threw together a mighty tale about how he wasn’t really trespassing. Steve had sent him here to pick up a package, but, since Kaden the idiot could not find the package, he had decided to wait until the Ringmaster returned, so that he could inquire about the true location of the imaginary package.

But, before Kaden could utter so much as a peep, the kid interrupted with a conspiratorial whisper. He was looking for Burrienstein’s tent… this tent.

Instantly Kaden became aware of several things. His cover had not been blown, this kid was snooping about just like him. The kid was obviously new to the scene as he was unaware he had reached his desired destination. And, most importantly, Kaden now had the upper hand.

The idiotic grin still glued to his face, Kaden decided to remain in character for now. Best to play along and see what the boy wanted with the Ringmaster before revealing his Superhero identity. After all, the kid could be working for H.I.V.E., or the cops, or any number of other organizations and causes that would likely respond with fortuitous violence to Kaden revealing his affiliation with the Teen Titans.

“Oh, well you’re in the right place friend. I was waiting for the Ringmaster myself. Thought you were him when you snuck in. Gave me a right fright you did. Steve sent me over to pick up a package. But, well, you know old Stevo, bit of a useless git when it comes to anything but coaching. Figured I’d look through them papers, see if the thing had arrived yet. Heart nearly jumped outta me chest when you walked in. Thought the Ringmaster’d caught me snooping. You won’t tell him nothing right? Bro code and all.” Kaden drawled mindlessly. He’d gone to all the effort of thinking up the story, might as well tell it to the kid. He trailed off at the end, his face scrunching up a bit, making it look as though a thought had occurred to him, with a great deal of effort put in by his 3 brain cells.

“Say, you ain’t meant to be here neither. What do you want?” He called, confidence filtering into his voice as he took his turn to be the suspicious one. A frown formed on his brow and Kaden stood straighter as he tried to play the part of dutiful Circus employee.

Since the kid had dropped his own act and confessed he neither worked at the Circus, nor had he been let in by the guards as evidenced by not knowing which tent was Burrienstein’s, Kaden was hoping that he would open up a little more and spill a little more info about his plans. Once he knew the kid’s aims, Kaden might consider revealing his own identity and joining forces to stop Burrienstein.

~ ~ ~ ~ Meanwhile… ~ ~ ~ ~

A security alarm broke the silence of the night, it’s high pitched wail echoing off the buildings of the inner city block. Located conveniently surprisingly halfway between the circus and Titan’s Tower, anyone responding to a certain message from Mimic would likely stumble upon the crime scene.

The details are hard to see, the night is so dark. But an unmistakable flash of silver hair can be spotted every now and then, whenever a certain girl wanders too close to the street lights.

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Mimic kept his arms firmly crossed across his chest and his eyes narrowed as Kaden drone on with a story that Mimic couldn’t tell was true or not. But, one thing was for sure, either this guy had blind faith in the Ringmaster or he was lying. Mimic prayed it ends up being the latter or he’ll be screwed. If this guy turns out to be a true blue employee then he could get in big trouble for snooping about or worse… The Ringmaster might try to recapture him for revenge since he got away last time.

When the other boy had finished speaking Mimic frowning just shook his head. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, do you? Burrienstein is a horrible coach and an even worse judge!” exclaimed Mimic taking a huge risk in slandering his former boss’s name.

The shifter then closed in on the older boy, getting right up close to his face. “I’d get out now if I were you friend,” Mimic warned though it came out as a threat. “Now then,” he said, walking over to the papers. He picked a handful up and then flipped through them. “About these papers…” he said, looking at the elder boy suspiciously.

His eyes then fell back onto the papers in his hands and he took a good, long look at the first page. At the same time, the elder boy spoke up again, this time demanding to know why he was there and what he was doing here. Slightly annoyed by how the other boy was asking, a sigh escaped his throat and he purposely dropped the papers back onto the table.

He whipped back around to face Kaden with a large smile plastered on his face. “What do I want?” he repeated in an innocent, childlike tone pointing at himself. Then he glanced around the room as though distracted.

“Oh, I don't know. I want a lot of things actually. A new skateboard, candy, rock concert tickets, and oh one more thing… Ah yes, I wanted that insufferable ringmaster gone! He is an insult to the circuiting world! An insult I hope to eradicate. Fact is Burrienstein’s mad with power and is crazy in the head. He needs to be stopped and if you won’t help me then…then I’ll just fight my way to his staff. And if you dare stand in my way then I will fight you too and don’t you underestimate me either. I may be young, but I can totally fight. I was hand trained by Euremian warriors,” answered Mimic in monologue fashion hopping into his alien fighting stance. Like Blackfire he was proficient in alien martial arts.

[Feathers]

FEMALE EIGHTEEN TEEN TITAN PROFILE I hope you don't mind me copy-and-paste your lines. xP Creds to Emma! Overhead view of a bank at night. Smoke pours from behind the outer wall and the shattered front entrance. If these clues are not enough to indicate that something very bad is going on, the blaring klaxons and sirens settle the point decisively. Two guards runs in through it. Kimber steps forward and into the light. Instead of running away, she challenges the guard. Showing them no sign of fear. Her eyes was clouded and face emotionless. Looking entirely different as she once was. Tying her silver hair back. She wore a dark purple corset with an open cropped jacket. Match with a black jeans and dark purple gloves. “Hold! Puts yours han…ARGH!” Both guards dropped their guns, when they were struck by a silver daggers each. Kimber just pointed and a small groups swamped the guards. Disabling them by kick and punches them. Knocking them out like a light. She then turns her attention to a device beside the vault. Conjuring a sword. She makes a double slashed on it. Destroying the control and opening the vault. That was just so easy. She thought. No wonder people love to rob banks. “Don’t just stand there you, dolts.” She turns to her people. Turning the sword into a whip, using it against them to get them moving. “Get your butts into gear and start stashing those money for...our master…” She turn to the surveillance camera and winked at it. Fully aware that Stanley Burriensten was watching through it. Watching his new star perform for him, by robbing a bank.

[Silv]

The Boy Wonder was working on a lead when his communicator rung. He jumped, tearing his masked eyes away from the computer and pulling out his T-Comm. Robin was instantly greeted with Mimics face. “Robin here.” he said, unnecessarily. “What's th-” but he was cut off as the younger boy started babbling on about some name that reminded him of bears and that something was incredibly dangerous. Then that he was going in alone.

“Mimic no-” but it was too late.

The younger boy was already charging full speed ahead into danger and Robin hadn't even been given a location. Scowling, Robin set to work triangulating Mimic's position using his communicator. Luckily (or rather, tactically) since the Slade escapade he and Cyborg had made sure there was a state of the art tracking device installed within each communicator. It was easier to keep the team safe if he could keep track of them all.

While the system was locating Mimic, Robin went back into research mode, this time looking up Burreinstein. He was actually surprised when he found a file on the man. Apparently this guy was trouble, and some of the Titans had fought him before. The man reminded Robin of Brother Blood, using mind control to force people to work for him. It wasn't anything they couldn't handle.

Most of the other Titans were on missions or patrols, but he knew of one Titan who would be free right now, mostly because they had been scheduled to patrol together later. The young leader flipped open his communicator.

“Beast Boy-”

He never got to finish his sentence.

“Trouble.”

The alarms went off, blaring red and screaming warnings, the boy jumped to his feet and slammed his laptop shut before racing out of his room and heading for the stairway to the garage. Beast Boy would be able to spot him on the road. He was kind of an iconic figure who didn't exactly blend in.

Mere moments later Robin was roaring out of the garage on the R-Cycle. He raced along the roads, winding dangerously between traffic on his way towards the bank. As he drove he wondered if there was a correlation between the robbery going on now and the frantic call he had gotten from Mimic. “Nearing coordinates,” he told any of the Titans on the active line, which was probably just Beast Boy at the moment.

When the R-Cyle roared onto the scene the boy didn't even stop his vehicle before he vaulted over the handlebars and landed on the sidewalk at a run. Like anyone with more courage than brains Robin ran straight into danger. Luckily, he had been trained to do this. Behind him, his bike parked itself and went into lock down mode.

“Freeze!” Robin demanded the bank robbers once he was close enough to get a good throw in. Of course, it had been pure puntasticness coincidence that he'd thrown a freeze disk at the nearest robber.

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Thump. Thump. Thump.

Beast Boy had been tossing a small green stress ball against the ceiling for at least ten minutes now. He was just sitting on the top bunk of his bed, bouncing a ball, because he obviously had nothing better to do with his life right now. He was due for a patrol with Robin sometime tonight, but waiting for patrol was just boring. To make things worse, not a lot of Titans were around the Tower to entertain him provide some form of distraction until it was time for him to leave on patrol.

Maybe he should just go and cook some tofu. Yea. He could do that.

No sooner had he ditched the stress ball and leaped off of his bed, however, then his T-Comm began to bleep. Oh, now Robin was ready for patrol. Figures.

"Go for the green machine. I--" Alarms. Alarms everywhere. If Beast Boy wasn't used to the Tower alarms screaming to life at any given moment, he probably would have jumped out of his skin by now. As that wasn't the case, he instead set about cracking open his window, pocketing his communicator, and shifting into an animal that could fly. His bones hollowed and skin was replaced with feathers as a green raven flapped out of the window and into the night.

Beast Boy didn't need coordinates to know where Robin was going to pop up. He hovered over the underground entrance to the Tower, and it didn't take long before a red, yellow, and green shape streaked out and began weaving through traffic like there was no tomorrow. Yep, that was Robin. The green raven flew after the Boy Wonder, keeping up with little effort, and before too much time had passed they had arrived at the scene of a bank robbery. A really weird bank robbery. Since when had all the goths in Jump decided to band together and form their own crime syndicate?

While Robin was busy shouting puns and throwing freeze disks, Beast Boy decided to make things a little easier for his fearless leader. The green raven suddenly ballooned in size, its feathers vanishing in the wake of thick, leathery skin. A stegosaurus slammed into the asphalt, blocking the street with its girth and bellowing loud enough to scare the pants off of any normal adolescent. The teens would be left with two choices; try to get past the giant green dinosaur and his spiky tail, or try to run around Robin with his many weapons and puns.

[Emma]

KADEN RYDER
THE GRIN REAPER

"That awkward moment when a terrorist becomes a hero..."

MALE
NINETEEN
TEEN TITAN
PROFILE

Fair bit of talking in this one. Might be best to save your great unveil of being a fellow Titan until after Kaden finishes speaking. Otherwise half of what Kaden just said might not make sense haha. Sorry, if that's a little God Modly >.<

Kaden was so busy pretending to look like he was putting every available inch of willpower into thinking, he purposefully acted as though he barely registered the boy invading his personal bubble to tell him to get out. As it was, it seemed the kid was speaking in a figurative sense, in that Kaden should get out of the circus before things went pear shaped, not get out of the tent right now. Or, maybe he was inferring the latter, but abruptly changed his mind and tangented onto the attention seeking papers Kaden had dropped back on the desk.

Either way, Kaden the idiot had put so much effort into coming up with an original thought, he just had to say it, even if the conversation had apparently veered off in a new direction. Chest puffed up with self importance, eyes narrowed in suspicion, Kaden played the dutiful circus employee and turned the accusations back onto the intruding child. 

Whilst he appeared to be the babbling idiot on the outside, internally Kaden was still his usual intelligent, level headed, self. He listened keenly to the boy's sarcastic monologue, gauging both the reliability of the kid's information, as well as his aims and the potential for them to become allies. 

So far prospects were good, but the mention of a staff caught Kaden's attention. The Ringmaster's staff was one of Kaden's top suspects as the man's source of power for controlling his audience. This kid seemed to not only similarly suspect the staff, but firmly hold it responsible. 

The time for games had passed. Kaden had heard more than enough to come to the conclusion that the boy was not a foe. Whilst he was less informed in than Kaden in certain areas, such as the inner workings of the circus and the location of important people's tents, he was more informed in others, such as seeming to have done some serious research on (or maybe having a history with) the Ringmaster. 

The kid dropped into a fighting stance at the same moment Kaden dropped his act. In barely a moment he completely changed from the puffed up, suspicious, dumb as a door post circus employee. His body standing up straight, eyes regaining clarity and focus, face dropping from an idiotic grin into a stern businesslike frown. He was Kaden the idiot no longer. Once more, he was The Grin Reaper, Teen Titan, and proud protector of the peace.

“Seems like you and i have a common goal. The name's Grin Reaper, i'm with the Teen Titans.” Kaden said confidently. He was quite old for a Titan, and with his age came an air of authority. He may be new to the whole superhero thing, but he was a natural leader. He had more real world experience than most his age, and his big brother nature made him a trustworthy, solid guy. 

“There's been some strange things going on around Jump City lately. Suicides, youth crimes, disappearances. All of them seem to lead back to this circus.” He continued quickly in a hushed voice. He didn't have time for the kid to prance about with questions and doubts. The Ringmaster could return to the tent any moment. He needed to fill the boy in as fast as possible, then they both needed to leg it to a safe location away from the hypnotising Ringmaster. Hopefully the kid would catch onto his controlled sense of urgency and keep his questions until the running away part of the plan.

“I've been undercover as an acrobat here for a few days, and it seems the Ringmaster is hypnotising the audience during the show somehow. Unknowingly, these people have then been robbing this city blind for him.” He explained in as few words as possible, stealing a quick glance at the tent flaps to make sure no one had snuck in.

“You want to bring Burrienstein down? So do i. But first i need to find out how he's controlling people, and if there's any way we can reverse the effects.”  This really was turning into a speech and a half, but Kaden was talking so fast only about 20 seconds had passed. 

“You mentioned his staff. I believe he had it on him during the performances. Could that be his source of power? You seem to have a history with him. Please, any information you have could be of the upmost importance.” Kaden finished quite abruptly, glancing again at the door. It was pure luck that no one else had joined their secret party yet. But sooner or later someone was bound to walk in on them, blowing Kaden's cover, and no doubt putting both him and this kid in serious risk of being hypnotised. A fate Kaden would desperately like to avoid. He knew what his power was capable of. In the wrong hands he could do much worse to Jump than he accidentally had back at  the parade incident. 

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Mimic was about to attack when the elder boy spoke once more introducing himself as the Grin Reaper and a fellow Teen Titan. Mimic's pure white eyes blinked in confusion. "Huh?" he whispered out of shock. Although, he was still suspicious (after all anyone could lie and say they were a Teen Titan and make up a hero name on the spot) he straightened up, dropping his fighting stance. But then again what kind of her name was the Grin Reaper anyway? The name sounded kind of cheesy to the young shifter. Mimic deemed the elder boy lucky that his introduction caught his attention. Still, he promised himself that he'd keep a close eye on this so-called Grin Reaper until he earned his trust.

The guy seemed to have much more to say then his name because then he went on to point out the obvious. Hoping to humor him Mimic nodded. "Yeah, no kidding. how about you tell me something I don't know?"

As though on cue the Grin Reaper revealed that he had been undercover for the past few days and had witnessed people getting brainwashed by Burrienstein. Well, Mimic supposed that would explain why the elder boy went out of his way to act like a circus employee. He gave another nod to let the elder boy know he understood and gestured for him to continue since it appeared the boy had much more to say and Mimic could use all the info he could get.

Mimic frowned at the Grin Reaper's query because he had no idea. Back when he was a circus performer, Burrienstein did not have his fancy wancy staff. Like the Grin Reaper he just assumed the staff was where Burrienstein's power came from. "I wished I knew," he said with a sigh and a slump of his shoulders.

He let out a soft gasp when the Grin Reaper confronted him about having history with the evil ringmaster. Normally he would not want to admit such to a stranger, but because it is necessary for his potential ally to know such in order to rescue the brainwashed and bring down Burrienstein Mimic made an exception. Eyes to the ground he nodded. Obviously, he was still embarrassed for having had once been one of Burrienstein's little performers. "It's true," he said through clenched teeth. "I was forced to work for him. You don't need to know why. Only that I did and that I hated every minute of it," the young shifter revealed. "But yes, the staff is how Burrienstein's been controlling people. It is not a natural ability otherwise he would not need his precious staff and the fact he has been using it at every performance leads me to believe that it is the staff and not him. Well, not entirely him anyway. He obviously knows how to use the staff," explained Mimic.

He then glanced nervously around. "Come on, we need to move. We're sitting ducks here if this is truly the ringmaster's tent as you claimed earlier during your little act; which I have to admit was a damn good one. But uh yeah I'm a Teen Titan too. They're the ones who rescued me from Burrienstein's thugs because I had ran away and they were chasing me," he mentioned with a toothy grin. He cocked his head at his new ally. "How come I've never seen you around the tower before? But yeah we can talk while we high tail it out of here," he suggested anxious to leave.

[Feathers]

Kimber growl when she turns to see 2 very irritating presence, the Teen Titans. Her irritation becomes frustration. She face palm when the bird boy took out 2 of her members. Now annoy that her scout and herself, has to deal with a dumb green Stegosaurus. Just went things was going so well, but no matter. They were still outnumbered and out power (kinda). "Take care the dinosaur. Well, I’ll take care of blaster bird boy…" Her team nodded in reply and when for the offensive. Good thing, they stopped at the weapon store before robbing the bank. Making a circle. They surrounded the dinosaur, and held out their Taser gun. Turning it to the max and started firing at it. The green dino may have a thick skin, but how long can he keep with a continuous Taser attack? Not for long, if you ask her. "And now for you…" Grabbing 2 silver bells and turned into a BO staff. She pauses for a moment and tilted her head. Receiving an instruction from her master, and she replies with an eerie grin. "My master would love to add you to his edition of the army. Are interested in switching sides? If not, I might have to take you to him by force. Like this…" She lunges forward towards the heroic Titan, who (Kimber) was obviously at a huge disadvantage against a master of martial arts. A young boy Out skilled and easily outsmarted, but she was beyond of control of her body and mind. Yet, there was a hesitation in each of her attack. Leaving a rookie-amateur-opening to her defense, as if she was in the mist of hesitation. Hesitance and indecisive of her own action and attack. Even mumbling in between one of two of her assault. If anyone had a sharp hearing of a bat (or something), her mumble kinda sounded like a plea of help.

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