The Shadow Carnevale (RP)

"That's more like it" Roald says as the water is becoming calm. His tongue between his teeth he tries hard to catch a sausage.
Sausage?? huh?
Just a second ago the shapes in the water were dark red, bloodred. And now, the red has turned into brown... or... were they even red to begin with? His hook catches on a duck, yes definitely a brown wooden duck.
"HA-HA" This one is gonna win me a price! With a smirk on his face he looks at the owner... where did he go?
This makes no sense at all, how can he reach the water and make waves from way up over there
"Hey! HEY! You're doing it wrong, this is not how it's supposed to go"
Looking back at his hook, it's empty once again
"Now look what you have done!"

If Lille has heard the belated pronouncement, she doesn’t appear to get the joke. She scans the tent quickly, then focuses on the man at the table. "Was there some danger in here? Where did it go?" From her suspicious glare, it’s clear that Lille is strongly considering that this man is the threat, though she doesn’t see anything frightful about him.

Lille lets out a low growl in the back of her throat but simply turns around and stalks back out the way she came. Rounding on the short person at the entrance, she points inside accusingly. "There is nothing ‘frightful’ in there." She turns without waiting for a reply and heads off with no set direction, merely walking wherever the crowds seem thinnest.

"That's right." Albert confirms. "Just beer, no bear."

"Ah, you see, my name is Albert too. That's why I answered." He waits another minute for the other guy to show up. "Are you sure he's coming? If not, I can still offer my friend's help. What's wrong with the bear anyway? I thought circuses often use bears in their show."

He walks a bit closer to get a better look inside.

Lille tries counting the tents and wagons as she passes them, trying to determine how big the Carnevale is and also distract herself from the gaze of so many eyes. But she ends up failing on both accounts, as the numbers slip from her head and the urge the bolt grows more and more pressing. Finally she sidesteps from the main flow and darts into an alley of sorts, breathing surprisingly hard for so little physical exertion.

She tries to get her bearings, as much as she can in the seeming maze of structures. She peeks into the back of an unattended wagon, hoping to get a better idea of what this place is all about.

After yet another failed attempt to catch a duck Roald furiously throws down the stick.
"This game is rigged! Where is your boss? I demand to speak to your boss"
The weird thing is that deep down he already knew most of the so called games at a carnival are a scam to trick people into leaving their money there. So why is he so upset this time?
Roald furiously throws down the stick. [b]"This game is rigged! Where is your boss? I demand to speak to you..."
The owner is in front of him once again, smiling, hand in the water. The stick is back in Roald's hand.
I need to get out of here
His breathing becomes superficial...

"I'll fight it alright, I'm a fighter, and fighters fight, that's what we do!"
Roald's fist pinches the stick, but it feels mushy in his hand. When he takes his eye off the man, he sees that he is holding a sausage.
"HA! I WON!" He yells at the owner.
- "Did ya now?" he replies.
Roald wants to hold the sausage up in the air to show the man his moment of glory. But the thing is stuck, on the other end a heavier duckling is keeping it in place. He let's go of his end of the sausage and approaches the water. The man is back at the far end of the tent. The water is still again.
Roald looks at his reflection in the water and sees the face of his father.
"no..." is all he's able to utter.
Confused he leaves the ducks and the game for what it is and makes his way to the exit.

As she goes to peek inside the wagon, Lille is distracted by the laugh of nearby fair-goers. A young couple about her age stands near the alley entrance, taking in the sights. Getting an idea, Lille turns and marches up to them.

"Why are you here?" she demands. Listening suddenly to herself, she tries again more softly. "I mean, what do you enjoy most about this place?"

"And do you feel sure of this ‘privacy’?" she asks the girl directly. "That you will be uninterrupted? Are there other parts you enjoy?" She gives the boy a significant look, suggesting that he better let his friend answer for herself.

Roald puts the duck in his pocket and steps outside. The sausage is gone and he doesn't even give it a second thought.
His 'father's' words keep ringing in his head in an endless loop.
can't even hold a knife, can't even hold a knife, can't even hold a knife,...
Without thinking he puts his hand on his dagger. '' I can, I'll prove it! ''
The bright lights of the carnival blind him when he steps outside de dim tent, there is music coming from somewhere but it's hard to hear over the sound of people chatting and over the voice in his head.

can't even hold a knife, can't even hold a knife

''SHUT UP Y0U BASTARD!'' Roald shouts out for the whole square to hear.

Elsewhere, without Albert's knowledge, his body is reunited with his staff by Theo and Ezme's doing. A jolt of courage hits Albert inside his dream. Suddenly that bear doesn't look scary at all. Actually it looks like it could use some help.

The hostler is talking to the person wrangling the horses, trying to figure out what to do next. "And if we cannot figure it out, we will get someone who can.... I promise!" He hears one of them say.
"You know what?" Albert says taking a closer look. "That is my bear!" He rolls up his sleeves. "Out of the way. Let me handle this."

He steps up next to the cage. "Hey!" He yells at the bear. "Bronda. Come here." He's not sure why the name 'Bronda' came to mind. Maybe he subconsciously read it on the label that he's pretty sure he hadn't noticed before. Now that he looks at the cage again, it definitely reads 'Ronda the bear' engraved into a metal square. "Let me take a look at you."

He turns his head to the hostler who has been talking to him earlier. "What's your name? Eh never mind. Get me a mug of honey, will you? And hurry it up." Somehow he feels like he should be in charge of this situation. "Just... let me warm up little more... Then maybe we can try something with staff....?" The man replies. "What staff? Are you not part of the staff here? I guess a few extra hands wouldn't hurt. But the honey is more important. Get to it." Albert says somewhat confused.