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Well, here he was in Elbion, and he was planning a nice attraction. Jonathan really did need performers, and gold. His aim was to find more performers. While he and Hob made a lovely spectacle of themselves....Jon needed to grow this business. He had a vision. A large permanent theatre space where people could perform, mashed together with a hotel where people could live. A nice living space for himself and Hob up top, and decent quarters for everyone. Maybe a communal kitchen. It was a fond dream, and an ambitious one. He needed more people in his employ to make that dream come alive, and perhaps share it.
Jonathan had to spread word about himself first, and hopefully, what he was rigging up at midnight would do just the thing. He had taken over a small park in the middle of Elbion. A gigantic black paper tube dominated the middle of the display. It was thick, and covered over with tissue paper. It could neatly fit a man inside, like a paper tube used to house fancy bottles of whiskey for transport, but this one was filled with something quite spectacular.
Jon was skilled in the creation of fire flowers, mixtures of oxidized metals and sulfur that, when ignited, gave of series of colored sparks and made terrific noise. The large fire flower, which he was affectionately calling the Rose, had taken roughly two weeks of hard work to build. It had taken a lot of sulfur, and all the rest of the metals he had. Hob stared at it, ears up, and one eyebrow raised. He circled it, both pairs of arms crossed over his furry chest.
Hob was Jonathan's partner and companion. The pooka was one of the oddest, and rarest, fae Jon had ever seen. An eight foot tall mixture of rabbit, man, and monster. While Hob's face clearly said rabbit, his lips could peel back to reveal a black-fleshed mouth of enormous fangs all jammed together like people at a concert. A strong, horselike neck led to a lean and muscular torso. His legs, jointed like that of a rabbit, ended in large paws. Each extremity was darkened by a fade of black fur, while the majority of him was white. His fur seethed like pinworms, and Jon's creation had set them to a flurry.
"Don't be so nervous." Jon said. "It's just a big version of the small ones." He unspooled the fuse, hemp twine soaked in pitch and sulfur. While he had every faith his plan would go off without a hitch, and the spells he'd bought would do their work, safety was still a priority.
'You've gone mad. I understand advertising, but this is....you'll set the whole city on fire.'
"Fuck's sake, have some faith." Jon chided, clearing his throat. The pooka shook his head and padded over to him, arms still folded. His large, cunicular ears flopped back down. Jon grinned, and struck flint to tinder. A little dried kindling applied gingerly to the fuse, and a loud hiss of sparks flurried in his face. Jon dropped the fuse with a curse, stepping back as the rope twisted and burned, lighting up the path to the gigantic fire flower.
For a second, Jon held his breath when the sparks disappeared into the fire flower. The Rose was silent. Utterly and completely silent. Jon blinked, and deflated. Hob's choking laughter hit his ears. The pooka sounded like someone was attempting to strangle a horse with a wounded cat, doubled over in mirth. 'You made a three hundred pound paper weight!' Hob howled. Jon glared at him, and opened his mouth to say some choice words.
An explosion of light drowned out anything he was about to say. The percussive noise shook the trees and rattled windows down the street. Stones jumped on the ground around Jon's feet as a bright orange and pink ball hurtled up into the atmosphere. The bloom of the fire flower was three fold. First, a large supernova of white and pink sparks. Then a burst of green. Each came with rippling crackles loud enough to wake the dead. Finally a burst of azure that could put a summer sky to shame. The next ball that came hurtling out of the tube was the size of a man's head, and burst at a much lower altitude. This time the sparks held their form, and coalesced into the shape of a rabbit's head. The sparks rippled and crackled like Hob's fur, kept alive and together by the magic Jon had bought.
The rabbit head swooped through the streets, trailing multicolored sparks. 'JONATHAN BURR, THE AMAZING MASTER OF STARS, SEEKS PERFORMERS! APPLY AT THE BIG TOP IN ELBION!' the rabbit boomed, repeating its message over and over as it swirled through the streets. Two more loud bursts came from the Rose, then a multicolored flurry of smaller explosions. If the entire city wasn't awake before, it sure as hell was now.
Jon couldn't help but giggle, rubbing at his ears. Hob had vanished in a swirl of wormy fur; the noise had been too much.
Fuck, he'd better get out of here before he was arrested. The magician cackled, running away as more sparks lit up the sky, along with three loud whistles. They were helplessly shrill, and screamed into the sky as they trailed sparks of azure, green, pink, white, and orange. Well, he'd better get back to the tent before the sun rose...he was sure to have a crowd!
Jonathan had to spread word about himself first, and hopefully, what he was rigging up at midnight would do just the thing. He had taken over a small park in the middle of Elbion. A gigantic black paper tube dominated the middle of the display. It was thick, and covered over with tissue paper. It could neatly fit a man inside, like a paper tube used to house fancy bottles of whiskey for transport, but this one was filled with something quite spectacular.
Jon was skilled in the creation of fire flowers, mixtures of oxidized metals and sulfur that, when ignited, gave of series of colored sparks and made terrific noise. The large fire flower, which he was affectionately calling the Rose, had taken roughly two weeks of hard work to build. It had taken a lot of sulfur, and all the rest of the metals he had. Hob stared at it, ears up, and one eyebrow raised. He circled it, both pairs of arms crossed over his furry chest.
Hob was Jonathan's partner and companion. The pooka was one of the oddest, and rarest, fae Jon had ever seen. An eight foot tall mixture of rabbit, man, and monster. While Hob's face clearly said rabbit, his lips could peel back to reveal a black-fleshed mouth of enormous fangs all jammed together like people at a concert. A strong, horselike neck led to a lean and muscular torso. His legs, jointed like that of a rabbit, ended in large paws. Each extremity was darkened by a fade of black fur, while the majority of him was white. His fur seethed like pinworms, and Jon's creation had set them to a flurry.
"Don't be so nervous." Jon said. "It's just a big version of the small ones." He unspooled the fuse, hemp twine soaked in pitch and sulfur. While he had every faith his plan would go off without a hitch, and the spells he'd bought would do their work, safety was still a priority.
'You've gone mad. I understand advertising, but this is....you'll set the whole city on fire.'
"Fuck's sake, have some faith." Jon chided, clearing his throat. The pooka shook his head and padded over to him, arms still folded. His large, cunicular ears flopped back down. Jon grinned, and struck flint to tinder. A little dried kindling applied gingerly to the fuse, and a loud hiss of sparks flurried in his face. Jon dropped the fuse with a curse, stepping back as the rope twisted and burned, lighting up the path to the gigantic fire flower.
For a second, Jon held his breath when the sparks disappeared into the fire flower. The Rose was silent. Utterly and completely silent. Jon blinked, and deflated. Hob's choking laughter hit his ears. The pooka sounded like someone was attempting to strangle a horse with a wounded cat, doubled over in mirth. 'You made a three hundred pound paper weight!' Hob howled. Jon glared at him, and opened his mouth to say some choice words.
An explosion of light drowned out anything he was about to say. The percussive noise shook the trees and rattled windows down the street. Stones jumped on the ground around Jon's feet as a bright orange and pink ball hurtled up into the atmosphere. The bloom of the fire flower was three fold. First, a large supernova of white and pink sparks. Then a burst of green. Each came with rippling crackles loud enough to wake the dead. Finally a burst of azure that could put a summer sky to shame. The next ball that came hurtling out of the tube was the size of a man's head, and burst at a much lower altitude. This time the sparks held their form, and coalesced into the shape of a rabbit's head. The sparks rippled and crackled like Hob's fur, kept alive and together by the magic Jon had bought.
The rabbit head swooped through the streets, trailing multicolored sparks. 'JONATHAN BURR, THE AMAZING MASTER OF STARS, SEEKS PERFORMERS! APPLY AT THE BIG TOP IN ELBION!' the rabbit boomed, repeating its message over and over as it swirled through the streets. Two more loud bursts came from the Rose, then a multicolored flurry of smaller explosions. If the entire city wasn't awake before, it sure as hell was now.
Jon couldn't help but giggle, rubbing at his ears. Hob had vanished in a swirl of wormy fur; the noise had been too much.
Fuck, he'd better get out of here before he was arrested. The magician cackled, running away as more sparks lit up the sky, along with three loud whistles. They were helplessly shrill, and screamed into the sky as they trailed sparks of azure, green, pink, white, and orange. Well, he'd better get back to the tent before the sun rose...he was sure to have a crowd!
