Agatha took a deep breath when she heard her stage name, and turned her face into something that looked somewhat blank. Her eyes had an ominous sheen to them, and made them appear to be like black, lifeless orbs as she slowly made her way around the corner and peered about the crowd. With each step she lurched forward a bit, hunched over to enhance the idea that she was something mysterious yet dangerous.<br/><br/>Suddenly, she whipped around and met her eyes at a woman in the crowd. She kept up her slow march, right until she got in the woman's face; the poor thing was absolutely petrified. Agatha stared for a few very tense seconds, and then, in a flash-<br/><br/>"Aaaaah!"<br/><br/>Agatha spread all six of her arms wide from under her poncho and contorted her face into something that was terrifying to behold, her mouth open wide with her fangs bared, hissing like some kind of unnatural thing that should not be. The woman promptly fainted, and Agatha caught her in her arms. Quickly, she dragged her from the crowd and, using her other four arms to pull and twist together a cord made of silk, held it in one hand while she then hopped on stage and clambered up to the top of on of the tall signposts. From there, she wrapped the woman in the cord and attached it to the post, making sure to reinforce it with layers of webbing at the point of contact.<br/><br/>By then many shouts and screams of fear and worry were coming from the crowd. The noise stirred the woman to consciousness, and as soon as she realized where she was, she regretted ever opening her eyes. Agatha, perched at the top of the signpost, had bent over until they were nose-to-nose, Agatha's upside-down black eyes meeting the woman's light brown ones. "<span style="color: purple">I wish you were mine,</span>" she whispered softly. "<span style="color: purple">I would keep you with me, never leaving my side, always held in my loving embrace.</span>"<br/><br/>Agatha's eyes began to shine in a different manner, one of longing; she'd perfected that expression, though, she sadly had to admit, it was not out of practicing her acting skills. "<span style="color: purple">They won't let me do it, though. They never will. But I can and will always remember you, just as you will always remember me.</span>"<br/><br/>She quickly pressed her cheek against the woman's, and held onto the web cord with one pair of hands while severing the base of it with another pair. Using her free hands and her legs, Agatha slowly climbed down to the stage, where the woman fell to her knees, legs like jelly. Agatha then cradled her like a large child and brought her to the crowd again, tearing apart the web and leaving her to be held up by the others. They all stared back at Agatha with a mix of fear and disgust, and Agatha then took that as her signal to leave. She did just that, backing slowly out of the area and going behind the stage. As soon as she was out of sight, she planted her butt onto the ground and began to breathe heavily, the rush of her finishing her act hitting her like a ton of bricks. One hand went to her chest, clutching at her heart as she looked upward, seeing a trail of smoke in the distance. The Ringmaster was here, and so she knew that she would have to recover fast. Her actual job was about to start.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>