She knew it, she just<i>knew</i>it. Agatha would be the first to be suspected of killing the others. She stood over Obscura's body. Some of the blood had dried stickily, caking to the dead woman's skin and clothes. Intensely thankful for her dark clothes, Agatha left the scene hugging her poncho to her tightly as she fled from the area. She had to find a place to hide, somewhere to secure herself, and make sure that she wasn't found.<br/><br/>Aha! The big top! Even with all of the lights and music about everywhere else, she knew that she would be safe there. There were many nooks and crannies to take refuge in, and so many more available to herself than anyone else. Unless they could fly, Agatha knew she would be secluded, separate from the others. If they were to try and find her, she would have every advantage possible.<br/><br/>As she entered the place, a few of the very dim lights on, Agatha looked at her goal. The post in the middle, of it, connected to the rest of the place's framework. She smiled in relief. Reaching the pole, she clambered up it with unnatural speed, her six arms and spider-grip allowing her to make great progress. In no time at all, Agatha was at the point of the tent, hanging right in the shadowiest spot of the entire place. Nobody could reach her there, and she would make it stay that way.<br/><br/>In the meantime, Angelo was made very cautious. He'd been setting up some of his more powerful and dazzling rockets in his wagon when he saw and heard the entire circus light up. He knew that it shouldn't have come at that hour, and it made him wary. Either someone was being a complete idiot with the controls, Cid had accidentally wired something wrong, or somebody was really in the mood for screwing with the troupe. He really didn't want to take chances with whatever was out there, and so he took his cane, a couple of his more explosive projects small enough to fit in his pockets, so as to have something to help scare off whatever asshole thought that it would be fun to mess with everyone, and locked up his wagon as tightly as he could as he left.<br/><br/>Angelo walked about the area, twirling his cane for a bit before gripping it tightly in his hand by the golden handle. He was near the big top, though a few stalls further out. He saw Agatha running into the place, and tried to shrug it off as her being scared by the sudden activation of the entire place and heading for somewhere secluded to hide away for the time being. In spite of that, there seemed to be something wrong about her desperation, and so the pyrotechnician headed in the direction Agatha had come from. What he saw made him gasp aloud, and he ran towards the bloody corpse that laid in the straw over the ground. Obscura, deader than a doornail, with a huge stab wound that went from her back out her chest; it was apparent where the would had come from, as the opening at her front peeled outward. He yelled out to the rest of the circus, hoping the rest of the troupe would hear him as he took a few steps away from the body, "<span style="color: red">DEAD! OBSCURA, DEAD!</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>