Angelo gave a laugh and waved off Gabrielle's concern. "<span style="color: #b30000">A few have applied, but the standard you had set by the time we disbanded was too high for them all. Besides, Izzy wouldn't have had it any other way, even if by the grace of God someone happened to be a better illusionist than you.</span>"<br/><br/>He gave a shrug, and readjusted his hat. "<span style="color: #b30000">And the likelihood of that happening anyway is even less than Agatha's arms disappearing overnight. I would say that your position is safe.</span>" Motioning towards the place it seemed that the whole lot of them were gathering, he said, "<span style="color: #b30000">Come, I'm sure that everyone else wants to see their favorite magician again!</span>"<br/><br/>- - - - - -<br/><br/>Though she didn't at first hear or see Izzy's approaching, Agatha didn't flinch or recoil when she was handed the five-dollar note, and she gave a demure nod of thanks. Her cheeks went about as rosy as the pink streaks in her hair at the gift, but she appreciated it nonetheless, folding the bill and putting it into her pocket.<br/><br/>Deciding that it looked as though Izzy had Cid's introduction down, Agatha surveyed the place for anyone else who may have been coming. In one direction, she saw Angelo walking closer, with someone at his side that resembled Gabrielle. They were still too far away to determine who exactly the other person was, but there was no mistaking Angelo's zoot suit. In another direction, she saw two overdressed women approaching. One of them was unremarkable in build, but the other one was... oh my. Her face was gorgeous, and her thick auburn curls accented that very well. She was quite rotund, but what drew Agatha's attention the most were those huge breasts. She could have smothered herself to death in that cleavage, and she would have died happy. Her own face went from pink to red, her already wide eyes opened even further, and she gave a couple of blinks. '<i><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204)">Get a hold of yourself,</span></i>' Agatha scolded herself mentally. '<i><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204)">Just because people stare at your odd bits doesn't make it okay for you to do the same.</span></i>'<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath to compose herself and hopefully make the red fade away a little bit, Agatha walked up to the two of them carefully, and said, "<span style="color: #ff99cc">Hello there, and welcome to Cirque du Diesel,</span>" deciding to go with the name that rang well with everyone else, or so it seemed. "<span style="color: #ff99cc">How can we help you today?</span>" Though she did not hide them, Agatha did at least make sure not to emphasize the fact that she had six arms. It was amazing what one could miss if it wasn't being waved right in front of one's face.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>