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Post by rene1 on Sept 20, 2012 15:32:06 GMT -8
 terpsichoretwenty five | male | player | light | Muse BlancoThe Character
He breathes the night air; chill, but refreshing on his sweaty skin. The stars were bright, and so were the torches that surrounded the small stage. It was a dark blue sky, and if he had a little longer, he could admire it more. Maybe after the show. Maybe, when the hoops stopped spinning and the crowds went home, he could stop to admire the sky.
Not tonight. Not tonight.
Muse climbs the pole and thinks of Spain; his homeland, and where he’d be returning in a few short months. Not to visit his parents; they were a little crazy, in his own humble opinion, though maybe he’d wave through their window or something. The crowds cheer as he climbs five feet, ten feet, twenty feet into the air, supported by only a hollow metal tube and four men with harnesses that keep the thing from toppling. Four untrained men from the crowd who he pointed to and picked, because they looked able.
He stands on his hands at the very top and the crowd cheers; a marvel at the busker festival. Surely he’d win this year, as he did the year before last, right? Surely the light hearted acrobat from Spain would win this year; he’d come so far to the final rounds.
Muse juggles fire; he spins himself through twenty five pound hoops and balances on impossible balls stacked on top of each other and holds himself horizontal with the few muscles in his arms. He’s an acrobat; born to give birth to muse in others. Inspiration. He travels the world to street festivals and busks; doing acrobatic, gravity-defying tricks is his only job, and he lives well.
And he smiles. That’s his job too. He smiles day and night, chatting with the crowd, telling jokes as he spins yet another hoop of flame around his waist while standing twenty feet in the air. He could die, but he doesn’t. Why? Because he just doesn’t. He’s a brave man for taking these shows on; ones that could kill him if one person slips up, but why not? Carpe diem, and all that.
Few people know all of Muse; he meets thousands a day at one of his shows, small talks and chats with many of them, yet by the end, they throw a twenty in his sack and are on their way. He’s no celebrity, but he’s no anonymous drone either. He’s stuck in between, and that’s how he likes it.
He’s lazy when he’s not doing a show. He’d still complain that he feels tired after ten hours of sleep, but tell him he’s next up in a show, and he’ll act like he’s had energy pills and red bull both at once. He has motivation, but it’s all in his acrobatics. He has zeal and it shows, except when it comes to getting out of bed. Some people wonder how he keeps up; Muse smokes more than a chimney does, yet he’s able to do all those amazing feats. Most wouldn’t guess he’s amazing at math and physics either, but he needs to order all his own props, and he needs to understand what would succeed and what would fail before he puts his life in danger.
The game, he thinks, only extends his network. He reaches more people then; instead of having to physically go to Japan or Turkey or Mexico, he could put on his shows in the digital world, where everybody can see. Between his jet-setter lifestyle and morning to midnight shows, he dips his feet into the other world and performs as well. How could he not?
Because, they say, he’s that light hearted acrobat from Spain, balancing on a thin metal pole and doing the splits in the air while holding himself up on one hand. Whether he’s in the real world or this new AI, he’s still the same man; too enthusiastic, too cheerful, too lazy.
But he was born to be a muse; awe-inspiring in quite a few ways, and so he never quits.
The RPername Renegade!
face claim fate/zero, lance
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