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   Bored, bored, bored. Things had been too quiet lately; newcomers to the carnival had been few these most recent nights and not a single one had been well suited to his particular brand of trickery and punishment, leaving him to find his own amusement. There were plenty of things one could find in the carnival to keep themselves busy, if one cared to look hard enough, but the Twin was agitated and his typical comrades were all busy preparing for their own shows later that night. So the man had taken to wandering aimlessly through the back areas of the carnival, taking a swig from his flask here and there.

   So far he had yet to find anything too interesting, coming across the occasional denizen of hell lazing about or playing cards. He hadn’t even found any shiny tidbits he could hold over anyone’s head at a later date. It was a poor day in hell when you couldn’t even find something to blackmail someone over. Giving up, the Twin sighs and decides it would be best to just return to his personal tent and wait for someone to seek him out. Perhaps he would get lucky and the Smith or Hobo Clown would finish with their work quickly enough to come distract him. 

   As he was making his way through the back paths, however, he picked up on a bit of a noise a ways off. ‘Seems my luck is turning around’, the Twin thought to himself as he started off towards the sounds. Something interesting had to be happening somewhere, and the Twin was willing to bet that this particular ruckus was coming from the cages.

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   Hurried footsteps rang out through the hallowed halls of heaven as the Twin searched for anything that would help him blend in more than the prison garb he was shoved into earlier in the day. The last thing the demon needed was to get seen like this and thrown back into that little room. Searching eyes landed on a door slightly askew and, a smirk gracing his features, the Twin slipped inside. 

   He was careful to shut the door behind himself before turning to survey the room he had stashed himself away in. It seemed to be some kind of small storage space, filled mainly with cleaning supplies, sewing equipment, and one or two extra sets of women’s uniforms (most likely left there by a seven more prone to dirtying her clothing when fulfilling her duties). The Twin didn’t spare a thought to what he was doing, just set immediately to stripping himself down, shoving his striped clothing into a small opening behind the floor cleaners, and pulling on the dress and armband. It took him less than a minute to feel his muscles working beneath his skin, shifting and flexing until he had the general bland prettiness of the majority of sevens. He rolled his shoulders a few times, allowing himself to become accustomed to the newer form before he slipped back out into the hallway.

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   The return of the tent’s inhabitant goes unnoticed for a moment as the man basks in the warm glow of his hard won victory. Soon enough the lighthearted giddiness of finally finding what he sought seeps from his bones, leaving only the feeling of being watched. Knowing he was caught, the Twin turns and, while still holding the club to him as though it’s proper owner would snatch it away at any moment, he fished out his flask. He takes a swig and feels the warm giddiness start again in the pit of his stomach, spreading outwards. So not from his success then.

   Doll had a rather blank stare on her face, and the Twin felt a slight twinge of agitation at that. The man could never tell what was on her mind unless she chose to share it with him, and while it did make imitating her easier he had always been a little bitter that he couldn’t figure out the inner workings of her mind in the same way he could everyone else’s. That agitation passed quickly, as it always does, and he rose to his feet, holding his hands, and by extension his stolen treasure, out to Doll.

     “This looks bad,” The Twin states, pausing to try and gauge Doll’s reaction. “It was for good reason.”  He offers no further explanation,only begins to walk back towards the exit. He dips mid step once he passes her by a few strides, grabbing at a handful of small metal balls (chinese health balls, he thinks) and turning the action into a low sweeping bow, motioning for her to lead out of her home.

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    The sounds of the carnival, already a distant din by the time the Twin makes his way to Doll’s tent, become nearly unnoticeable once he passes through the entryway. The man tilts his head, listening for the owner of the place and after a moment he becomes satisfied and sets to work. He digs through piles of junk, searches through countless trunks filled to the brim with discarded costumes and stolen jewelry from the carnival’s guests, pulls apart wooden set pieces stacked precariously against one another to search between them, and still he fails to find what he knows is hidden away in one of these piles. 

     By the time he had searched through half of the possible hiding spots he had left the place looking like a tornado had torn through it, not that it was terribly tidy to begin with, and there was next to no chance that he would be getting away with his little search undiscovered. Never mind that though, it wouldn’t matter if he could just find that damned thing already. Growing agitated the Twin begins to pace, trying to think of a better way to find what he’s looking for than just “tear shit up and hope for the best”. Right when he was about to give up hope of finding it on his own the shine of a bauble resting in the sun caught his attention and his gaze rose to follow the beam of sunlight to it’s source, a small tear in the canvas of the tent. Oh, Doll is not going to be happy about that. But when his eyes land on the long handle of the golf club caught in the fabric a grin overtook his face. The Twin crossed the distance in a few large strides, reaching up to grasp the handle and yank the thing out, tearing the fabric just a tiny bit more in the process. His satisfaction was to be short lived though, as Doll would likely skin him alive for what he did to her home.

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    The sounds of the carnival, already a distant din by the time the Twin makes his way to Doll’s tent, become nearly unnoticeable once he passes through the entryway. The man tilts his head, listening for the owner of the place and after a moment he becomes satisfied and sets to work. He digs through piles of junk, searches through countless trunks filled to the brim with discarded costumes and stolen jewelry from the carnival’s guests, pulls apart wooden set pieces stacked precariously against one another to search between them, and still he fails to find what he knows is hidden away in one of these piles. 

     By the time he had searched through half of the possible hiding spots he had left the place looking like a tornado had torn through it, not that it was terribly tidy to begin with, and there was next to no chance that he would be getting away with his little search undiscovered. Never mind that though, it wouldn’t matter if he could just find that damned thing already. Growing agitated the Twin begins to pace, trying to think of a better way to find what he’s looking for than just “tear shit up and hope for the best”. Right when he was about to give up hope of finding it on his own the shine of a bauble resting in the sun caught his attention and his gaze rose to follow the beam of sunlight to it’s source, a small tear in the canvas of the tent. Oh, Doll is not going to be happy about that. But when his eyes land on the long handle of the golf club caught in the fabric a grin overtook his face. The Twin crossed the distance in a few large strides, reaching up to grasp the handle and yank the thing out, tearing the fabric just a tiny bit more in the process. His satisfaction was to be short lived though, as Doll would likely skin him alive for what he did to her home.

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       The Twin took a swig from his flask, eyes traveling slowly among his fellow denizens of hell. Things had been quiet lately in the carnival, hardly any damned souls had arrived that needed his particular touch and that left him both bored and antsy. At least the main tent, with it’s rowdy and varied cast of carnies, gave him something to focus on outside of the slowly building frustration in his chest. Tucked away in the shadows of the topmost stand the Twin took turns centering his gaze on the more noticeable carnies and focusing his will. With a notable rippling of the muscles beneath his scaled skin the Twin’s face morphed first into the Magician’s face, and he took a moment to silently imitate the man’s expressions, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to pull off his laugh without some hint of a hiss sneaking it’s way into it. 

      Over the course of ten minutes the Twin had moved through the most boisterous of his colleagues, imitating all of their looks perfectly, but it hardly affected his boredom. It was just far too simple an act to shift into people when he had already mastered their forms. Stealing the faces of his fellow carnies was as simple as taking a deep breath at this point and it was incredibly frustrating that he couldn’t find distraction even in this. With a sigh he dropped the facade, allowing his own face to be visible with a flash of scales, and took a swig from his flask, thankful yet again that the Smith had the foresight to gift him with a flask that would never be emptied. The man rose to his feet, being sure to grab his hat off of the bench beside him and decided to find his own amusement in the carnival.

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I watched the Devil’s Carnival last weekend, and have been rewatching it a bunch all week! So I had to pay tribute to my favorite character, The Twin!

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Matching designs made to celebrate the film ‘The Devil’s Carnival’!

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