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It had been a couple weeks, and the Showmaster hadn't seen the masked figure, he was slowly loosing hope of meeting him again. Until one show, there he was. The first place he was seen, simply standing there again, spinning his cane. This time the Showmaster was going to find him.
He went about his routine, sparing the figure some looks, to gauge when he left, and he did, at the exact same time as both the other times he was watching, just before the bows.
The Showmaster went looking for him as soon as he left the ring. Sure enough, he found him. Tucked away in some far end of the building, that sometimes gets used as rehearsal space if the more popular places are taken.
There he was, looking like he was practicing, spinning, twirling, flipping his cane all different ways. The Showmaster stood for a moment, going unnoticed by the figure, watching him, slightly mesmerised.
After a moment he refocused on what he originally was here for. He cleared his throat to make himself known. The masked figure looked up, ceasing in his motions. "You were there again today." The Showmaster said, keeping his eyes trained on him, lest he dissappear again. "I was." The figure said in reply.
The Showmaster once again tried to look through the mask, once again, despite his best efforts, he was unable to. "I want to make a deal." The Showmaster started simply. "Join my circus. You clearly know what your doing, and you've made it clear that your not going anywhere. So join us." He was unable to gauge the figure's reaction, as his body language remains completely the same.
"And what would I get from this?"
"A family. Recognition. Fans."
"And what percentage of the show would I be taking?"
"Of course you would want part of the show." The Showmaster knew not to go too low, or he might lose him. "How about ten percent." The figure wordlessly offered his had to shake, and he took it. The shake was firm, his hold strong. "And what do I call you?" He's got to have a name, right?
"You can call me the Masked Master." The Showmaster nodded.
The Masked Master's hold on his hand tightened, as if it was a warning. "Do not acknowledge me. Do not mention me. Act as if nothing has changed, and I will be there." The Showmaster once again nodded, and the Masked Master released his hand. "Good." He Bounces his cane on the floor and catches it once. "Now I understand you have places to be." The Showmaster turns on his heel and walks away.