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It was a letter that drew General 007n7 out to some middle-of-nowhere baseplate. Grey in all corners across the horizon, the only thing telling of Noli was the small circus tent that seemed like it would barely fit him if he crawled inside. Was this some cruel joke from the jester? To drive him out all this way for this? To be honest, 007n7 wouldn’t put it past them.
He stared down at the letter again, with inked, loopy handwriting and various meticulously detailed black inked stamps asking, in simple terms, for him to visit them to ‘discuss anomalous plans’.
The two c00lkidd soldiers he had brought along with him seemed equally as bamboozled as he did.
“Alright, lets see what they left for us,” he grumbled, getting down to peak his head inside the tent, expecting something cheap like a flower that would squirt water in his face or one of those red punching gloves to pop out.
What he didn’t expect was for there to be a whole ass circus inside. He double checked by peeping his head out, and the tent was still the same size.
”What the fuck-” he absently mumbled in shock.
He turned to one of the soldiers, “42, remain on guard outside. 68, you’re coming in with me.”
2 “yes boss”’s were spoken and c00lkidd #68 followed 007n7 inside.
Once they stood up inside the large circus tent, a black skinned robloxian approached them. They had a large red nose and a clown-adjacent costume on.
“Oh you’ve made it! We didn’t expect you to come!” they said.
“Alright, do you know where Noli is? I’ve been told to-”
“GREETINGS!”
“FUH-!”
The warm toned jester seemed to appear out of nowhere, a bright smile on their face, “And you’ve brought a guest too, oh how wonderful!”
They stood up straight with exaggerated movements, #68 wanted to aim their gun right at Noli’s skull for their approach, but settled for just gripping the weapon ever so tighter.
“You wanted to talk, let's cut to it. Have you got a meeting room or anything?” 007n7 asked sternly.
“But you two are guests, no? Why shan’t I treat you two! We’ve got a show, a-”
“I’m stopping you right there. If you wanted to drag me into something else, you should have wrote it down in the letter you made.”
“Oh loosen up Sevvy!” Did they seriously have to call him that? “We can have all that talk later, I’m sure a small break in your schedule won’t blow up the world!”
“Noli, you asked for-”
“No circus show, no talk! Those are my rules!”
007n7 wanted oh so badly to turn heel and walk straight out of that circus, to groan under his breath about how much of a waste of time coming all this way was. Yet, he knew the valuable intel the masked jester had about the inner-workings of some vital systems upholding Robloxia. Having access to that intel could change his plans drastically, giving him an upper hand.
So with a sigh, he pinched his brow and looked Noli in their eyes, “What is it you want me to do exactly?”
“Is that a yessssssssssssssssss?”
“Reluctantly.”
“Oh how goody!” they laughed and jumped with frankly far too much energy for his liking. He was dragged along, the c00lkidd soldier trailing behind.
“No need to look so sour, friends! The show is about to begin!” they turned to holler somewhere across the tent, “Aspx! Raspx! Get the lights ready!!!~”
Once 007n7 and #68 were led to their seats, Noli practically seemed to disappear, despite 007n7 swearing they were right behind him.
The lights dimmed and a spotlight came to the centre of the circus, a voice echoed, one that did not belong to Noli.
”Ladies, gentlemen, boys, girls, neithers, boths, and in-betweens! Welcome to the show of your life!”
“What have I gotten myself into,” 007n7 groaned in his seat. All he could do was hope this entertainment would go on for too long.
The show was, in his honest opinion, not his exact taste. Noli and the two other performers did a variety of tricks, some seeming nearly impossible. But he could reason it to some expert code manipulation, another reason why inquiring them would help him.
It was empty, just him and the soldier on the many seats. #68 had the manners to clap when prompted to.
A long period into the performance, Noli was swinging around on a trapeze, rather unimpressive in the general’s eyes. Nothing a /fly command couldn’t easily replace.
What he didn’t expect was for Noli to swing directly overhead and grab him right out of his seat.
“GAH!” he yelped.
“Ueheheeeee!” they called out.
C00lkidd #68 lunged upwards, but their gun upon fire leaked silly string, which they were certain had not been loaded in prior.
“PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT YOU HEAR ME?!” the general shouted.
“No need to be afraid! All stunts are safety tested beforehand!”
“This was NOT part of our deal!”
“It is part of the show!”
‘The show’ this, ‘performance’ that, all too extra! Then again, what was he expecting from someone who dressed as a jester and ran a cult disguised as a carnival.
His adrenaline levels were through the roof, and he felt disorientated from the swinging and upside down nature causing blood to flow to his head.
When he was tossed into his seat again, landing thankfully safely, he gripped it tightly and knew the second he was getting back to his base he was going to lie down with a pint of ice-cream.
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Once the show had ended, Noli stuck to their deal. The two talked in a tiny room backstage, laying out information and exchanging offers. It went well, 007n7 thought.
By the time him and #68 left, 007n7 felt confident with the intel that Noli had given him. They exited the still shockingly small circus tent, and saw #42 sitting, though in a way they could easily get into action if need be.
“Did everything go well, General?” #42 asked, “That was quite a long time you were in there.”
“Don’t need to tell me twice. Nothing out here I assume?” he asked, with the soldier giving a quick headshake.
“Let’s make our way back, then,” 007n7 turned to look at the circus tent one more time, but it had already disappeared in the short span of time.
That was a unique experience, he’d give them that.