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It felt like the cold was one of the few things that could get under Isaac's skin. Isaac's performance outfit was simple. When he got on stage for whatever show the others around the circus could think up he would be clad in little more than tights against his legs and naught else. Hiding his skin prevented people from believing that he was unbreakable, or at least that's what people told him.<br/>
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He wandered around outside for now. One set of his arms clutched around his chest to keep him warm as the others swayed at his sides for balance. Isaac's stature was impressive, at almost seven and a half feet tall he towered over many people. But it was the extra set of arms jutting from his shoulder blades that really tied in the illusion of the colossus. <br/>
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As he lumbered through the outside of the circus his eyes caught sight of something bright and he headed in that direction before seeing Mistress Lucille standing outside of her caravan. "Mistress." He muttered out nodding his head to her in acknowledgement.</span>