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"Congratulations! You have just become a part of the greatest show on earth! You should feel proud!"

Skydancer wasn't willing to go that far yet but she nodded her head anyway. Anything she did she wanted to be the best at and anything she was a part of, ultimately, she wanted to be the best. She was a novice now, however, and understood that being the best took a great deal of time and effort. It was effort she was willing to put in, of course, but she couldn't expect such things to happen instantly. This circus was a start and, thus far, the only circus she had seen; thus it was the best she had been to thus far. That didn't actually mean it was the best but time and experience would tell that story.

When Will O' Wisp jumped back at her extended hand, Skydancer looked at him quizickally. Did he really have cause to be so paranoid? Then again, she knew how difficult it was to be a visible mutant and her visible mutation wasn't even a particularly intimidating one. She was just purple and hairless, he was some kind of disturbing monster. When is spiked taile came up to meet her hand, this time it was her that jumped back. In her startlement, several tubes burst from her skin and raced towards him, though she was able to hold them back before they did anything regretable. "Sorry, they have a mind of their own sometimes." She let out a nervous laugh and let the tubes remain hovering around her head, piercing sharp tips clearly visible.

"If you get to know me a little better I might let you know my real name... if I don't kill you first I mean. You know, poison your food or all that."

"Stage name works," Skydancer agreed. It was kind of a mutant thing anyway, from what she had been able to glean, going by a different name. It occured to her to wonder if Will O' Wisp actually thought Skydancer was her real name, which would have been a rather odd one to have. It was the one she most often went by, the one that most represented who she was since her mutant transformation, but it obviously wasn't her real name. Or at least she thought it was obvious. Maybe circus performers just weren't very bright, or maybe they were so used to such an unusual life that they looked at things a little differently than the outside world might have.

"If you get to know me a little better I might let you know my real name... if I don't kill you first I mean. You know, poison your food or all that."

That was a comment Skydancer was less inclined towards simply accepting. She gave her fellow mutant a long look, not entirely certain if he was being serious or not and deciding maybe it was best that she just avoid him when eating, if possible. Amazing performer he might be, but she was beginning to get the impression that he was not what she would consider to be a nice person. It was entirely possible that he might be something far worse than a nice person and she was suddenly thankful for the fact that she had her tubes out to protect her, if need be. Spiked and able to ignite on fire he might be, but she had a few tricks of her own if it should ever come to that.

As Skydancer waited for Aura to arrive, she took an interest in watching the people around her. A woman came up to the desk to order something and she swore the woman had to be half squirrel. She had a big, bushy tail and everything and it took Skydancer a surprising amount of willpower not to run up and start petting her. Something told her that would probably be seen as rude. If she had to be one of the freak mutants, why couldn't she have at least ended up fuzzy?

When Aura finally arrived at the shop Skydancer rose and extended a hand to her. It felt a tad surreal to be meeting her under non-stressful circumstances. The first time she had been living on the street and while there hadn't been any immediate danger around, it was nevertheless not a good time in her life. The second time involved a cult trying to sacrifise her to some crazy god or another and that was an even less good time in her life. Nearly being sacrifised was something she preferred never to have to repeat. It was only because of Aura and Jirou that almost being sacrifised hadn't become actually sacrifised.

"It is good to see you under better condition's"

"The feeling is definately mutual. Care for a coffee?" The money she had brought with her technically wasn't hers. Soon, once she started performing, she expected to have money of her own but for now she was relying upon the generosity of those who ran The Mansion. It was something she hated doing, but was was necessary for the time being.

Skydancer couldn't imagine what it would be like to be on fire, but she was guessing that Will O' Wisp didn't feel any real discomfort from it. Or at least, it looked like it didn't feel any discomfort from it but she wasn't about to ask stupid questions like it. It was probably just the sort of question that he got all the time and she wasn't going to be one of those annoying fan girls; especially not if she wanted to actually get into the business of circus performing. Stupid questions, she was guessing, was something she'd probably have to get used to if she actually managed to follow through with her plans.

"I'm glad you found enjoyment in it, and I'll find m y enjoyment from the small bit of money that I earn out of you,"

"I'm happy to help," Skydancer answered. The fact that it wasn't really her money but rather Mansion money was something she failed to mention as it didn't really seem all that important. For that matter, she wasn't sure that this was the sort of thing she was supposed to use funds for, but that was besides the point. The money was going towards a good cause and, if all went well, in the very near future she'd be able to make her own money and not have to rely upon the generosity of others any longer. It would be a good feeling to finally become independent.

Once Will O' Wisp left, Skydancer was left alone with the man who ran the circus. The conversation started out with something of a lack of confidence on her part, but the more she talked, the more her confidence returned. Yes, she could perform tricks due to her years of gymnastics training. No, she had never been an acrobat before. Yes, she was willing to work for cheap. Yes, she was more than willing to learn and put in hours of work doing so, if need be. Yes, she was willing to illustrate what her mutant power was. In the end, a trial period was what she got and that was all she really could have asked for. Now that she had her in, she was certainly she could cement her place there. Dedication had always been a strong suite.

Once the arrangements had been made to meet the people who would help her adapt and learn a few new skills, Skydancer went outside, rather more pleased with herself than was properly modest. Modesty was overrated anyway. Once outside, Will O' Wisp wasn't difficult to spot, although his appearance was no less unnerving than it had been when she first arrived. "Thank you for introducing me," Skydancer spoke once she got into hearing range. "I'm Skydancer and, once again, your performance was amazing. I can only hope that one day I will be able to do something half so impressive." She extended a hand for shaking.

Skydancer wasn't really sure what to expect of the circus. Despite her years of gymnastics training, something of a sister skill to acrobatics, she never really paid much attention to that side of things. Every waking moment, it seemed, had been spent either at school, sleeping or training. When one trained for the Olympics, it really didn't leave much time for anything else. Driven was the one word that virtually everyone had used to describe her, either that or obsessed and she coudln't exactly disagree with them. What little she did know of the circus was gained through watching TV.

The longer the show went on, the more Skydancer was certain that she had made the right choice in coming there. As a teenager, she never could have predicted that her life might go in that direction; but then, she never could have predicted that she'd one day wake up purple. It was different than her gymnastics had been, with more of an emphasis on theatrics and less on actual competition. There were similarities too, however, and the roar of the crowd was one of them. It was something that she sorely missed hearing; the adulation of fans as she engaged in amazing feats of physical fitness.

It was the mutant doorman that Skydancer was most interested in and she gasped in awe, just like everyone else in the crowd, when he burst into flames. Even knowing that it was most likely something to do with his power didn't stop the feeling of awe and admiration that welled up inside of her. The way he leaped into the air and the feats he performed with the beam were simply amazing to behold. For a while Skydancer forgot why she was even there, so absorbed was she in the pure spectacle of the show. In a way it was even better than being a legitimate athlete; as an athlete one really couldn't afford the attention to play to the crowd. As an athlete it was all about the competition, excelling at what you did in order to defeat your opponents. The circus, it seemed, was different. The performers were no less athletic than the men and woman she used to train with, and yet there was something extra there too, something mesmerizing. It was a world that, in that moment, she was determined to become a part of.

As the show wound to a close and Skydancer stood up and applauded with the rest of the crowd, her nervousness returned. What if she didn't' have what it took? Or, even worse, what if they weren't even willing to give her a chance to prove herself? She wasn't used to the feeling of being out of her element, of being a complete novice and yet that's exactly what she was when it came to the circus. Her whole life she had dedicated to the pursuit of one single activity and that activity was not what she meant to pursue now. Still, there was only one way to rectify that fact and she did her best to force down her discomfort.

In what she hoped was a confident walk, Skydancer approached Will-O-the-Wisp and the man he was talking too. "I really enjoyed your performance out there. It was positively amazing." The words were heartfelt and enthusiastic.

Welcome to MRO. Very cool character.

Sounds good. I think that about covers it. I don't usually like to plan out my threads in too much detail. Get it started and link me?

Sometimes being a gymnast wasn't so different than taking part in an obsical course. In both instances dexterity and physical fitness were very important, as well as being able to think on your feet. Of course, as a human Skydancer had real competition on both cases, as a mutant not so much. She had advantages that no human could ever hope to compete with and even the idea of competing on that level would have been innately unfair. Mutant powers were cheating. Unless, of course, one was competing with a fellow mutant, which Kyle was.

"I look forward to seeing what you can do," Skydancer answered. She didn't have a clear idea of what, exactly, his power was but given the eagerness of his little suggestion, she had a feeling it was something that would help him with such a game. Whatever it turned out to be, she was certain it would prove to be interesting.

Keeping up was the name of this particular game and keeping up was exactly what Skydancer intended to do. As soon as Kyle sped off, she was quick to follow, two tubes coming out of her shoulders. She sped to the end of the roof and leapt, not even thinking about the ground far below her. A tube wrapped itself around a pole on the roof across from her and pulled her safely to that rooftop. She didn't let go, instead allowing the moment to spin her in whatever direction Kyle led.