<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">One of the stage-crew helped Osran find something to wear in place of the damaged costume, and one of the braver individuals went after Vasyli, eventually encouraging him into proper attire as well. His costumes always showed off long, sculpted legs, and were generally flashy. Vasyli liked silk, silver, and golds being his favorite. When he came back out, dressed, everyone knew that he'd be in the proper headspace to entertain. As always, Vasyli went out first, starting on the ground, sweeping across the circus ring, most testing and making sure his muscles were warm and loose, showing off a range of motion.<br/>
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Osran came out when he'd be needed for the lifts, and they partnered as if they hadn't been ready to kill one another backstage. Vasyli slid into his arms like a long lost lover, always able to play into the act in front of a real audience. He considered himself a professional, after all, and his expression was almost serene despite the acidic words he whispered into Osran's ear occasionally. They typically made the human smile despite their threatening nature. Osran provided footholds for Vasyli to climb him, and then extended his arm for the tall elf, bracing his other hand for support so that he could stand, providing a pillar of support so he could slowly twist his body into a whole manner of positioning. With Osran's bulk, he was certainly the lesser flexible of the two.<br/>
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Vasyli played to the crowd, pointing higher, and making a questioning motion. He acted as if he wasn't so sure, then climbed down the man like a set of stairs. He bounded over to a pillar of support, one holding the tent, and placed his hands on his hips as if he wasn't so sure. Vasyli was always sure though, of himself at least. He didn't play around come their performances, especially with doing the stunt work. If he fell, there was nothing to catch him.<br/>
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Vasyli climbed the support pillars with ease, and once at the top, he tested the tightrope that had been set, knowing, of course, it had been tested many times before the actual performance. Osran was following him, and the elf took hold with both hands, swung himself up, and then gracefully onto his feet. He turned to his partner, encouraging, though Osran didn't need it, the confident peacock. They followed one another across, one foot in front of the other, but that wasn't enough. The crowd would want more, and they would want some measure of risk and scare. Vasyli stretched one final time, eyes connecting with Osran, before bounding back out onto the tightrope. Once in the middle, he leaned over to grab hold of it with gloved hands, lifting his legs up and over his body, to lower slowly to the other side. His hands reached their mark, taking hold of a set piece of rope that fell in line with the tightrope, but was meant to detach.<br/>
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Time for the shock. The crowd gasped when it appeared as if Vasyli was falling, the rope coming free, for him to hang from it, but he had no problem getting his lower half back up and around it. He slid one foot into a placed loop. He let go with his hands, curving his back to touch the toe of his loose leg, creating a pretty silhouette. Osran came down the rope, and Vasyli took his hand, unhooked his foot, and the human extended him down to create a line with their bodies. Vasyli contorted with the music, shifting to give Osran various limbs to hold to so that he could perform, suspended in the center of the tent, still a dangerous fall if he were to take one, having to trust Osran's strength, and hold. Vasyli came up clinging to Osran, and the human helped him back up to the tightrope, the elf acting as if he'd gained confidence enough to turn the tentative walk into more of a dance, and the two performers played as if they were courting one another, ending the performance once again in each other's arms, closing out the night.<br/>
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They climbed down when it was time to stand, and to meet their audience on a more personal level. Other performers had come in, and Vasyli looked around for Kevice, who had taken the time slot of their performance. He was much more interactive and personal when it came to interacting with the crowd. The only benefit with Osran was that he liked to do most of the talking, and Vasyli didn't have to act the part of an extrovert, though he loved performing, and hearing the crowd gasp when he looked as if he was going to fall. All of it was very controlled in reality, though not without a whole manner of bruises and aches to perfect it.<br/>
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“Better in here than performing for the small crowds outside,” Vasyli commented when he caught Kevice's eye, and there was a lull in the audience coming up to them. The unmarked elf didn't particularly like performing for anything less than full seating himself. He liked the noise they generated, and it went well with the adrenaline he felt each performance. It had been Vasyli's way of acknowledging that he'd known he had to cover for him, but it wasn't quite a thank you. The proper elf wasn't naturally so good at those, and he'd been furious beyond caring. They would always figure something out.</span></span>