"Like a Circus." (Lyney & Steambird Journalist! Reader part one
"Like a Circus." (Lyney & Steambird Journalist! Reader part 1
I've been obssesed with him for going on two weeks. (Now that I wrote something for him I can continue writing other things.)
References: to the Show & Movie : "Now you see Me" and "Black Butler Circus Arc."
Series: Adventures with the magician from a quiet village
Written before 4.0 Release
Written before Lyney Release
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2/21: I was having a difficult time trying to figure out how to do chapter 3, seeing that the original 2 chapters were a bit ooc. I just tweaked the plots in the original two chapters a bit.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our show." The ringmaster's presence caught everyone's attention. He spoke, his voice echoing throughout the opera house as he introduced himself and gave his greeting.
The ringleader Lyney, and his sibling Lynette were known throughout Fontaine for their magician acts. The eldest often drew in audience members with his charm, while his siblings drew in others from their small disappearing acts.
Usually, these types of shows are not your forte, and you would avoid them.
Performances such as those of the twins, have a high probability of going wrong. Unfortunately for you, your job requires your attendance here.
Pulling out your notepad and pen, you prepare for the performance.
"Today we have quite the act in store for you." He eyes the audience, stopping briefly to make eye contact.
He gives a small smirk before addressing the audience once more. You blink at him, confused, before going back to your notes.
"Starting off, we have the beautiful Lynette on the tightrope. Will she make it to the other side?" Lyney's eyes sparkle with excitement as he gestures towards the spotlight, illuminating the tightrope.
The audience holds its breath as they wait impatiently to see Lynette's daring display of grace and balance. Your mouth drops while watching her performance. The report given to you mentioned there being a new act; you have yet to see it, however.
Charlotte, a manager of yours, assigned you to attend one of the siblings shows. It was her job to attend; however, due to her reputation for her "unique" writing style, Lyney has always denied her an interview. When she heard that they were performing a new act, she turned to her last hope for the information, which was you.
"There's a new act that they're putting on." Charlotte said, handing you the flyer.
The article mentioned a new act they were putting on, and renovations that was being made to the Opera Eclaisse.
"They do the same tricks every show; what am I going to write on it?"
"Try finding more information on them, like interviewing them per se." She holds her notebook, pointing the pen in your direction.
The cheers from the crowd broke you from your thoughts. Lynette waved down to the crowd almost robotically as she was given a round of applause.
You note that down on the paper. Rolling your eyes, you tap against the paper, hoping this will be over soon. This was just their normal routine; why would there be a new act if they're doing the same thing? You let out a huff as Lyney walks back on stage.
Lyney staggers slightly towards the middle of the room.
The next act reveals a water escape tank. You eye the act, writing it down on your notes. Finally, something interesting instead of a boring acrobatic routine.
A second assistant you've never heard of walks onto the stage, walking towards the tank. Once he was at the top, Lyney begins a countdown. At 1, the assistant drops into the cage as the time begins shortly after.
The young man wildly looks around, trying to navigate the key. Drool from crocodiles fell into the water as he tried to locate the key.
The timer drops from 2:45 to 1:59, still not key insight.
You continue watching, engrossed in the act, with your article forgotten.
The time keeps trickling down as the assistant looks for the key.
Eyes focus on leaning forward as the audience tries to look around, signaling a clue for him.
10 seconds near the end, he finds the key by slowly unlocking the chains, forgetting the impending death that awaits him.
8. Children begin yelling frantically, telling him to hurry up.
7.. The adults begin talking among themselves, a bit concerned at how long it's taking him to get out of the water tank.
6, He has the key inserted into the other leg chain, slowly getting it from around his leg.
The crowd began to get up, with some running to get help while others try to approach the center stage.
" Ladies and gentlemen, I assure you, my assistant Freminet will be alright." Lyney tries to de-escalate the situation from becoming worse.
The timer dings, and crocodiles drop into the tank as people begin to rush down the stairs. Some run around trying to break the glass to get him out. Lyney stares blankly at the situation, almost as if his assistant wasn't harmed at all.
His youngest assistant approached from behind, unscathed. The crowd looked on in shock before clapping. The assistant nodded and bowed before running back off stage.
"Ladies and gentlemen, he did it. Give him a round of applause!"
Heartily clapping echoes through the opera house. Parents who were yelling retake their seats. Once everyone was reseated, he called upon his final act.
"For my final act, I need an audience member, please." Hands hesitantly went up. Lyney looks through them, shaking his head.
"No, sorry kids, I need someone a bit older. Maestro, please pick someone from the light."
The lights within the tent go black. A spotlight shines through the crowd, landing directly on you. Everyone glances in your direction as you turn around.
Clearly, he must mean behind me.
You check behind you, unfortunately, to see no one.
"You with the Steambird badge." Everyone stops staring in your direction. Slowly, you make your way up the stairs, stopping next to him.
You look at the crowd nervously as they clap politely. The blonde, noticing the tension, puts a hand on your shoulder.
"You'll do fine, it's nothing bad." He whispers, giving a small smile.
He leads you to a knife throwing wall from the side of the stage. You side eye him and the wall. The indentations look recent and almost concerning, given the giant tear in it. To be honest, it worries you about how the act will go.
“Please stand back.” He gently straps you into the chains, so you don’t fall. He gives it a small spin, leaving you upside down.
“Ladies and gentlemen! Please welcome back Lady Lynette to the stage.” The cloud cheers as a younger girl walks onto the stage with a box in hand.
He leaves her view, allowing a clear position to throw the knives.
Internally, you were panicking, you were supposed to write an article, not join the act.
The world starts to spin as a knife wedges itself next to your face. You look up in shock, seeing Lynette throw each one neatly near your limbs. The crowd gasps at seeing the last one in her hand.
Nervously, you eye her, hoping she doesn’t miss. The wheel turns three times before the dagger wedges itself between your bang and your ear. The crowd gives a cheer as Lynette takes a bow.
“Wasn’t she amazing?” Lyney cheerfully greets the audience.
The audience erupts into applause, their excitement evident as they cheer for the incredible display of skill and bravery.
As you join Lyney on stage, you feel a bit shy about getting attention. A gloved hand grabs yours, dragging you down into a bow as the cheers continue.
"We'll see you next time." Lyney, Lynette, and you exit the side stage, going towards the backrooms of the opera house.
The siblings led you to a room where Freminet was waiting for them. He noticed you enter before briefly leaving the room.
"Are you here for an interview about the incident?" He brings out a chair for you to sit in. You take a seat while he settles into the opposite chair.
"Go right ahead." You take out a notebook and a pen.
"Can you please tell me about the incident and the new act?" He nods and begins to explain the incident.
The cannon apparently malfunctioned, which is why he was shot through the air so high.
"Was there anything else?" He gave a right smile allowing you to continue.
You nod, asking more of the questions Charlotte provided you. Before proceeding, he let out a tiny sigh of what you thought was irritation. Did he know that she sent you to interview in her place?
Halfway through a question, Freminet returns through the doorway, glancing at you before taking a seat. You stare at the blonde boy curiously, as the person you interview interrupts.
"Oh, I'm sorry; it appears that we have run out of time." He returns his gaze to you after a brief peek at the younger boy.
"Oh, we have." You check the time, seeing that it's gotten a little late. Lyney stands, guiding you to the door. You look at the scenery backstage as you make your way to the stage exit. The props that he used were sitting by some of the stage doors.
"Did you enjoy the performance?" He gives you one of his charming smiles as he pulls out a small rainbow rose from his hat. You take it as you give him a slight nod.
"That's good, you seemed nervous when the performance began. I thought that your job traumatized you by forcing you to be here." You freeze as he smiles cheekily, hitting the nail on the head.
"It's not that. It's that, uhm," you cut off as he lets out a laugh. He glances towards you unphased by the rude comment that you left.
"I know not everyone likes my performances; too many bad things can happen. Especially with the disappearing acts and the girls from Fontaine going missing." You walk in sync with him almost calmly now. His demeanor calms your nerves.
Opening the door, the cold night air pricks your skin.
"It's been a pleasure." He gives you a small bow as you pass him towards the exit.
"Thank you, M. Lyney." He gives another smile as he closes the door to the Opera Eclaisse.
Part Two
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