Torment and Legacy---The Circus of Wayward Wonders (RP)
Azvaq sat atop Cogs shoulder working on a small gadget, his tool winding an internal mechanism, twisting twisting...
SPROING!!
"drats...that was my last thingamajig." He turned himself and started accessing the backpack that Cogs carried over his long trench coat, maybe he could find something else that would work in all his parts and pieces.
"Should I put you down boss?" Cogs deep voice, thick with his programmed accent that sounded like some sort of underworld thug, forced Azvaq to call out in a muffled voice from inside the backpack.
"No Cogs, just keep walking, we really need to work on your autonomy matrix, the fact that I have to continuously tell you what to do is really inefficient to our productivity economy" as Azvaq worked his way deeper in the sack one of his small rat paws kicked out and spun the artificial beard on Cogs face sideways, blocking his eyes "Wait...I think...I see...just...gotta get...deeper...Eureka!" Azvaq scrambled back up to a seated position just in time to see Cogs had wandered off course and was about to trip over a fairly large log. "COGS!"
Azvaq leapt from the 10ft tall Cogs shoulder and tried to roll to recover but a rock caught the side of his white furred face and the last thing he saw before his eyes closed was Cogs hit the dirt beside him, his artificially lit periwinkle colored eyes blending with the darkness behind his eyelids.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages, what a special treat we have here for you tonight, all the way from the Starstone Aisles an act which is universally hailed as the funniest act in any circus, anywhere! It is my honor to introduce, Long Whisker and Cogs!" Azvaq looked up at the bright spotlight, how had he gotten here? Where even was here? A bigtop yes, Cogs towered next to him in his normal performance attire, but had they arrived?
"Boss, it's your line" Cogs said with a bit of anxiousness in his voice
"I know it's my line you buffoon" Azvaq whispered under his breath, still reeling. "But this isn't right, we shouldn't be here yet, we just joined the Wayward Wonders a couple weeks ago. We were looking for work after I got the message that my mom..." Azvaq stopped, the memory of his mother's passing being too hard to process in this moment. He had gotten the briefly scrawled letter from Mistress Dusklight telling him he had a few days to come get her stuff or it would be forfeit to the circus. When he arrived he found the conditions abysmal and his mothers things had been rifled through, but it didn't matter, she only had sentimental things in her old age. Old flyers of the Three Deaf Rats, her old clown group with Azvaq's father and uncle, tools for her sewing, and a few odds and ends. The entire Celestial Menagerie was a poor excuse for circus, but during the couple days he was there taking care of his mother's affairs he'd heard talk of Myron Stendhal's spin off circus.
"...we haven't even done our first performance..." Azvaq ran out on the stage and began to look around desperately, the lights were too bright though, the faces of the people were obscured and he held his hand up over his eyes to try and shield from them but it didn't seem to help at all. Cogs followed him onto the stage and began mimicking his movements, even pulling a comically small magnifying glass out of his inside jacket pocket to attempt to help in whatever Azvaq was searching for.
A few moments passed of this searching before the claps stopped and Azvaq heard murmurs arise from the crowd, in talking between the seats, then one of the audience members called out, "He's not wearing any pants!" there was then an uproarious laughter and Azvaq slowly lowered his reddish colored eyes to his own white furred rat body, finding it completely void of clothing. Instantly he felt the blood rush to his cheeks and he wrapped his tail around his lower half out of child like modesty. "I...I...how?"
The Ringmaster could be heard now, "It seems the great Starwatch Captain Long Whisker has forgotten his uniform, or was it stolen by the Mischievous Marcrest?
Azvaq didn't know how to recover from this, "Boss? Boss, what do we do?" he felt the giant cold metal hand of Cogs come down on his shoulder, slightly shaking him, "Boss....Boss...?" the lights began to fade and he felt himself feinting.
"...Boss? Boss...oh there you are. You took a fall" Azvaq felt a throbbing in his temple, and once again was staring into the periwinkle colored eyes of his companion. He sat up, feeling the world spin a bit, but Cogs steadied him. He reached up and touched the throbbing portion of his head and pulled back a dry hand, maybe concussed but not a bleeding wound.
"Help me up Cogs" Cogs lifted Azvaq up with ease and set him on his feet. "Let's go." the memory of his unconscious time on stage, and of course the recalling of his mother's passing, had left Azvaq's mood soured, and as they walked away he didn't even notice that he left behind his gadget laying next to the rock, partially complete, but with a broken Thingamajig.