The Dark Circus is based on a silly RP with some friends, though the story itself has been tweaked for the sake of consistency and a more thorough plot, since there were a few loose ends. Nonetheless I tried to keep it as close to our shenanigans as I could.
While it may seem to be of little sense as to why Shirlain doesn't just bake another batch of cookies, well, it would suffice to say that there's more to those than meets the eye.
As a bit of explanatory backstory, the Dark Circus is an underground organization, one believed to be the epicenter of all major black market ongoing and exchanges. Like the spider that sits still and patient, looming in the center of its giant web. Furthermore, their world runs on a completely different system from our own.
One example would be the duality their world revolves around. All sentients are born a pair, twin souls, though such twinship identity is usually held in secrecy. Furthermore the method by which they switch (sometimes called reversal) is unique and generally exclusive to each pair. For Shirlain and Tiral, their switch is of a consensual type and needs only that of a reflective surface to fulfill the criteria necessary to do so. Such conditions are not the same for all pairs however. In one such case, the Diurn and Nocturn exchange, specifically termed so for those whose reversal is influenced by the cycles of day and night.
On another note, one does not always get along with their pair nor have a healthy relationship with them as Shirlain does with Tiral, just as one is not always in agreement or get along with family. Another note is that in reference to Shirlain and Tiral, though consensus makes the swap easier, one or the other can force a swap, though with much more difficulty and mental duress. Likewise, reversals can be resisted, though the stress of doing so is of great burden.
Synopsis: When something precious is taken from her, little Shirlain Lovell embarks on a journey to find out just who it was who stole the cookies from the cookie jar. Unbeknownst to the little redhead, her path will take her into the heart of the underground terror known only in hushed whispers as the Dark Circus. But she wont be going alone. Unlike that which we know, Shirlain's world is one of ingrained duality. Born of one body but housing twin souls, her other half is Tiral Harlowe. A moody and disillusioned realist, a sharp contrast with her merry and affectionate chipper self. Though Tiral is less than enthused about their venture, he nonetheless consents, albeit grudgingly, to their plight.
Preview:
Shirlain gasped and tossed her messenger bag on the couch, the contents all but forgotten as she took in the scene. There on the counter was the jar, its lid carelessly discarded on the counter and large container on its side.
"Oh..." she let out a keening whine, the little redhead had worked so hard on those earlier that day.
Fearing the worse, she swallowed dryly and forced herself to take in the scene. One step at a time, one foot in front of the other, she drew closer. Now up close she could see the damage in its entirety.
It was as she feared.
Not a single one left but some scant crumbs clinging to the bottom of the jar.
Someone had stolen the cookies from the Cookie Jar.
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