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"Hear what?" He visibly started looking for sounds,putting his hand up to his ear despite there being a helmet in the way

Regina pointed. "It's coming from over there, sounds like someone is building something." She crossed her arms, frowning slightly. "I can't recall any construction going on-I'm going to check it out." She started walking torwads the source of the noise.

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As the two apprentices moved forwards, the world started shifting around them as the cosmos began taking form, the meaningless abyss slowly warping into the shape of the palace corridors, the walls were colourless but small light particles of various colours filled the room "This is lingering magic" Opal said "it's reminants of previously casted spells, they don't stay for long" they said as they walked. Mid way through the corridor they noticed their own bodies sitting down, they were motionless, as if they were corpses as Opal spoke "Don't touch your body unless you want to get bolted back" they finished as the kept walking. (If you do something in between, please add in, I don't want to take your chance to look at yourselves away), they quickly began their tour, showing off basic rooms which the apprentices would need along with shortcuts around the palace. All that seemed cool until they got to Opal's work station. It was colored purple, the same hue as their transparent teacher, probably due to the amount of magic casted inside it. "After that we will check on the king's areas, the colours there are rather lively" they added with a smile.

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William waited patiently and then a smile formed, “Look closer Noah” he said while motioning towards the paper floating around him. He tried to grab one gently but his hand passed through. “I see, this is quite interesting” he said.

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"Oh that? Yeah, we ought to see what's happening!" he said excitedly, following around an alligator's length behind his General

Regina walked to the noise and was greeted with the sight of two young street urchins hammering papers to the sides of buildings. She caught one when they noticed her and tried to get away. Holding him gently by the shoulder, she said, "Tell me, boy, What are you doing?" The boy gulped. "We was just excited about the circus, miss." Regina cocked her head. "Curcius?" She looked at Phillip. "Did you know about this?"

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Εven though she did wait a bit before actually going,Tirik didn't say much probably because of his frustration that Joy didn't listen to him. "Make sure to meet Mother at her garden!!" she exclaimed as she was skipping towards the circus area.

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Charmer glances backwards and frowns. There was somebody heading towards them. Peter pauses too, noticing that Charmer was no longer by his side.
"Why hello!" Charmer greets Joy warmly. "You are a bit early, the circus isn't going to start until [insert specific night here]"

"Ah! Hello. I'm not actually informed about the time schedule or anything, I didn't even know there was going to be a circus performance!" she exclaimed. "Well,either way, I just wanted to express my gratitude to the organisers for blessing our kingdom's people with entertainment." Pausing for a bit,she took a look around the place. "It's coming along quite well,or so it seems."

Having only a Summons to complete before he was ready to meet with the Queen and possibly foil a plot to rob the citizens of their wealth, Tirik did not feel all that rushed. His Summons choice had a few names, although two were repeated in history with more than a little fear in context. "Beelzebub" and "Lord of The Flies." He knew what the Summons would appear as, and he knew what it would do. It was a Marid of the upper classes, and would appear as a large, floating hulk of grey flesh and thousands of eyes. Taking a breath, Tirik sat down hard. The circle had been complex, large, and painful. His right hand ached with the efforts, but nonetheless he grabbed the open book beside him. Reading through a few passages, he adopted a stance as the book recommended, then lifted his left hand so it grazed the invisible barrier above the circle. Then he started to speak, the words becoming soundless as they were chanted. The Mage was speaking with as much power as he had, though. The sheer power coming from the Other Side of the circle was absorbing all sound, using it to build the Lord of The Flies.

"In Beelzebub eicio, ad propinquos meos, et vota, in diebus vitae meae fidei, ad propinquos meos vota."

The incantation was complete, the entity was taking shape. All sound and light in the room was pulled towards the center of the circle, and a mass of grey matter had started forming, slowly expanding as time went on. After about a minute, the grey mass expanded rapidly, filling the circle to the maximum. Thousands, maybe millions of small eyes opened, taking in the room all at once. A large voice sounded, as if from a planet. Seven tentacles slithered out from the entity.

<WHO SUMMONS I, THE MIGHTY LORD OF THE FLIES, BEELZEBUB OF THE SEVENTH CIRCLE?>

Taking a breath of air, Tirik spoke. "It is I, Tirik Aon of Aeraya. I have summoned you to assist me in the destruction of a plot against this mighty Kingdom. I charge you to obey my orders until I dismiss you at the end of the Fifth Sunset." The mass of eyes and flesh seemed to ponder over this.

<YOU ARE MERCIFUL, SUMMONER, GIVING ME BUT A SHORT FIVE DAYS OF SERVICE. DO YOU HAVE A VESSEL TO PROVIDE ME?>

Of course he did. Tirik had read the book more than seven times, and knew higher beings required a vessel to exit their circle. A simple decorated coin could be an example. Or, in this example, a hat. Not only did it offer the entity better coverage of the area, it gave it a better idea of what the Mage might be thinking. Plus, it would hold the entity far better than a small coin. As a Marid, the entity held an immense amount of power. So much that it left a trackable trail of magic wherever it may go. Although Tirik did have a terrible headache, he spoke and moved with certainty. Holding out his hat, Tirik watched as the entity seemed to shift through different stages of existence. Slowly, it was siphoned into the hat, before it was fully absorbed with a seemingly satisfied slurp. Putting on the hat, Tirik spoke. "I must meet with the Queen of this Kingdom before your work is needed, Beelzebub. You may put yourself at rest for the moment." Although there was no response, Tirik could feel the hat "settle down" as the entity relaxed within the borders of the object. Stepping out of the curtained room and out of his workshop, Tirik made his way towards the gardens, where he knew the Queen would likely be.

Her eyes flickered. Marigold shook herself and gritted her teeth. Shifting uncomfortably against the usually-comfortable-grass beneath her, the Queen looked upon a wilting plant. Bruises withered into pale skin in response, eyes narrowed to focusing slits. Her arm twitched. The urge to rip at the plants was stronger than ever, to scatter the petals and shatter the vines like glass; She didn’t know why though. She searched for her shadow for reassurance.

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Turning a corner, Tirik found himself at the Gardens that Queen Marigold was so fond of. Trotting out into the area, he called out. "Your Majesty the Queen? It is Tirik Aon, your Royal Mage. You asked to speak with me?" He didn't know where the Queen was, but he knew she would show herself when ready.

Marigold stood up like a deer staring at a blazing torch of a hunter at night. “Greetings Tirik, I would like to discuss the nature of the spirits, I do not know their names. I apologise,” She put that sickly sweet smile everyone had come to know her for. “Please explain them to me, their natures, loyalty, just all the details.” She paused to breathe, the smile flickering. “Um.. please.”

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Tirik was silent for a moment. "At the moment, their loyalty is to their holders, your family. No matter what, so long as they're in the physical world, they'll protect the Royal that they were assigned to. They have a nature much like a beast of burden, but with an immense amount of intelligence. They could care less about their charge, but they have to protect them if they'd like to be dismissed." After a moment of silence, Tirik spoke again. "Anything else?"

"Of course, it's our pleasure to do such a thing" Charmer replies with a smile. "I'm quite surprised with the turnout as well, I have a feeling I'll have to expect my team to work this quickly everytime! But I don't blame them, we want to be ready by tonight"

"Tonight? I didn't expect a performance so soon!" she said as she kept strolling and observing the place. "I'm sure there will be a lot of people who'll watch your show. And so will I probably..." She couldn't remember if she had anything planned for today but she also didn't want to stay too far away from her father.

"Who's the head of the circus? Will they also take part?"

Her gaze dropped with the weight of steel tools. “What about,” She recoiled, probably thinking of the correct words to use. “How far they can get from who they were assigned to. For combat reasons, obviously.” It obviously wasn’t combat reasons, she was an awful liar. It looked like she was struggling communicating, fidgeting with her hands and twitching nervously.

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Ava had gotten too restless at this point and pressed their ears against the door again, but sadly couldn't catch anything. This time they started to worry about the lack of noise coming out. They knew the king could have some spell that keeps things quiet but they couldn't figure out why he would want to use it. They knew they can't barge into the room uninvited to find out, either. They weren't really presented with any choice other than to wait, though they didn't want to stand around the door like some lost puppy as it would destroy their nerves more. After a bit of pondering while they rocked back and forth they decided to go back to their Silly Chamber to do something they knew would get them distracted, if even just a little.
They stretched their arms and walked over to a corner in the room, almost teeming with blankets and tapestries on the floor, which would be the case for the entire room if no one convinced them to tidy it up a tiny bit. The corner had a little cushion plopped in the middle with a very small table in front of it, setting a candle, a bottle of ink and a quill. They opened their bag and dug inside to get a piece of paper, starting to flap it around to get the glitter off. They hadn't thought about how this entire operation would leave the floor. Glitterful. "Oh sh... fiddle.. sticks" They kicked the glitter off a little and scattered it around more widely so it seemed less messy, but that is relative. Nonetheless they continued, closing the door and any curtains in the room. They sat on the pillow, lighting the candle on, and then put the paper on the table and started writing.

It seemed whatever they were writing did let off a load in their chest. They looked over the letter once and twice, adding little hearts around the glitter that couldn't get off the paper. A perfect touch-up. "Great, awesome, exquisite." They whispered to themselves and sighed, then stretching their back. "Gods I should work on my posture" They rubbed their back and sat up, very less hunched, now. They stared at the letter again and brought their right hand over it. With a deep breath, they flicked their index finger against their thumb and the letter floated for a second, engulfing itself in a tiny purple-pink flame, which spread from the corners to the center, and disappearing after it was all 'burned'. They knew it was considered too early for this in their schedule but they couldn't get things off of their mind otherwise. This may be helpful to him, too, so they just shrugged the weird timing off. They'd all understand.
They blew out the candle, got up and opened their curtains again. Another deep sigh escaping their chest, they went to walk around the castle again. They were still a little fidgety and maybe this could get them back to themselves.

Charmer laughs at this. "I hope so! It would be a shame for us to work so hard and have nobody show. I do hope you can make it." She doesn't react to Joy's next question, she was use to people assuming that she wasn't the ringleader. "I'm the ringleader" she replies proudly. "Of course I'll be taking part! The more the merrier!"

"Oh,excuse me then." she said as she curtsied. "I'm Joy." she didn't really know what to add. Did she already know she was a princess? Have they been to this kingdom before? At the back of her head was still the threat her father received so she opted to leave it at that,even though her appearance gave it away. "Then I'm glad I expressed my gratitude to you directly. Who knows what words would be put in my mouth,not everyone is trustworthy these days." she chuckled a bit to lift the serious atmosphere.

"I'm looking forward to your performance!" she added,trying to change subject. "Do you perhaps have any sort of flyers I could have or...?"