Check, Set and Match

Chapter Thirtheen: (Countdown, Part 6)

"Another successful mission! We're on a roll!"

Swishing purple gems in a White Sea, matching the movements of her outfit her hair almost magically remained fixed. God damn Davi blood, they would blame it on. She whisked herself onto the couch with her head on Fayre's leg. Jasmine- who we now know as Jasper- lifted them self up telepathically and laid his head on her other leg. The lady smiled, her pink eyes closed as she patted their heads soothingly. Miguel took place in his armchair, Carlow taking the one across from him.
Ringmaster looked them over, before sitting in the centre on the throne like chair.

If you think to now, Lilacs role was never fully replaced. But Ringmaster was erased.

"So, this was our last mission together,"

"We can still decide on another plan,"

"Everyone's on board with this one. After Chao teaches me, It'll be our best bet,"

"Alright. Well, if it's our last day, let's celebrate!"

"Let's just, stay like this for a bit,"

"Alright! You're the boss- or should I say..,"

"Don't you dare-,"

"The Ringmaster!"

The Cirque members let out a laugh at the scene in front of them. Of the bubbly girl and the more sombre boy. Who were, very clearly, the best of friends. A glance at them and their childish relationship would be enough to tell you that. They were all at a high, the happiest they'd ever be. Miguel smiled, a fire sparking in his eyes that in our time was as dark as ashes. Fayre closed her eyes, letting the laughs around her fill her up and take her away to somewhere she'd never get to be again. Carlow swept a hand through his hair, gently gazing across a sight that a picture would not do justice to. Jasper placed his book down on his chest, in a body he would soon begin to change, the one change he'd never regret. At the end of the day, a hug and a farewell.

"Bye bye little star,"

A goodbye that should have never been said.

"We'll see each other past the game, don't worry,"

A lie that should have never been told.

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"Ow, son of a female chih-OW-ha that stings!"

Vala jerked back as Fayre pressed a cotton swab on her arm. Her back was stitched up, and her short sleeve revealed her arm. Bruises formed all over her body. Faint scars put her fit form in a tattered state, along with cuts and burns.

"Nice curse dodge," Hiro commented, watching as Fayre started to bandage Vala's arm. The dazzling girl made Vala even more anxious about her rough, scratched appearance.
Miguel popped into the room, smiling over at Hiro.

"It has been a very long time, has it not?" He smiled, holding out a drink for her. Soda, one of which was in his other hand for himself. She took it, nodding. A woman of few words, it seemed, but then Miguel's eyes darted towards Yusoo. The boy seemed to jump from beside Vala to behind Hiro. Using her as a human shield. Hiro simply took a step back, placing her hand on Yusoo's shoulder, staring at Miguel without a care.