Thread: The Traveling Show (deerpoob and Mim)

Tink Tink Tink A rhythmic metallic sound greeted her as she went backstage, among the mutterings and whispers of the rest of the cast of the circus as they awaited their turn in the spotlight or simply watched the others. Tink Tink Tink The sound continued and she would soon discover its source. A young man was hurling knives up into the air, 6 now, as each came back down it would land perfectly on either the blade or handle of the last, stacking on top of one another, the bottom held with a point pressed into the fingertip of the mans left hand. It was all very impressive, or would be to human eyes, but this trick was not for such eyes, it was too fake, too unnatural, but their were no wires, no magnets no secret latches to hold them all together, everything was done with only what the man was born with and the knives themselves, just as Natasha had saved herself from plummeting, so too did Daniel balance the knives with an ability that was more then human. he let them fall and the all landed blade down into the dirt ground and he grinned at Natasha as she past Barry screwing around again? he teased a bit, he did not worry as Natasha did, most people would assume some fakery or they would be so caught up in the suspense they would miss the bigger picture. He began collecting his knives, one at a time they would lift off the ground and fly up to his hand, he'd then replace them in the small bandoleer he wore over his shoulders, Daniel was the knife thrower in the circus and while he didn't have a beautiful assistance at which he'd lob his deadly tools he never failed to impress the crowds with tricks that weren't quite as stupendous as the one he had just casually pulled off. Of course it was not stupendous to him, merely a bit difficult, Daniel could manipulate objects at a distance and after years of practice controlling something the size, weight and shape of his knives had become like breathing, the most difficult part of his trick was maintaining the hold on the knives in his finger. It was a trick he had wanted to do for some time, he could imagine the crowds breath holding as each knife completed it's arc in the air, stunned silence as each knife landed again and again on top of the other, but alas the trick was simply too impossible and the crowds would never accept it, he stuck to throws that were slightly slapstick and entertaining, tossing a knife up and seemingly getting ready to catch it, only for it to bonk him on the head with the handle, knocking coins out of the air, things of that nature. He was a freak, they all were, nearly everyone had some power that made them unable to be themselves among humans, they were different and humans didn't like different, unless they came to a circus where different was the thrill of the day. Daniel took a seat on a chair nearby, it was in front of a mirror for someone to do their makeup, he glanced around and listened to the ringmaster announce the next attraction, he was third after Natasha, so their were still two more acts before he'd show his skills to the audience. You ever feel like we're wasting our time? he said softly, Daniel liked people...well mostly, he wanted to work he wanted to feel useful, but if he wanted to get a job in a more mundane setting that meant suppressing his abilities, not working to his full potential and he simply wasn't sure if he could handle that, so for the time being he tried to enjoy his work here, at least he got to hear the crowds cheer and laugh as he put his abilities on display for all to see, funny how that worked.