Job Faires Always End in Tears[Yaksha/Meilin]

Yaksha sauntered purposefully amongst the people, his gestures and every word larger than life, seeming to give off a sense of vibrancy and delight that was out of place, even amongst the performers.  The others seemed...happy, certainly, and were quite content to engage with the younger crowd or make a few small jokes, but Yaksha seemed almost...driven.  He was humming to himself, tipping an invisible hat at each and every person he passed, even stopping for a short time to engage in what could generously be called a dance as he stood next to a gazebo, with several musicians inside.  His very sense of humor seemed infectious, leading everyone present to giggle and smile just a bit.  It was exhilarating, being alive again, being...a part of this beautiful shared delusion.  And he was going to milk it for all it was worth.

He finally reached his particular stage, resting on a patch of ground just a little bit away from the actual area of performance, resting his hands on his knees and settling into a familiar position that could've almost been called meditative, drawing on his own thoughts.  He could smell so many souls in this area, a few stronger than others.  Perhaps none of them were truly spiritually aware, but there were enough who had an inkling of understanding about the true nature of things, enough people that might just be able to see between the lines of his performance and understand what he was telling them.  And they'd come flocking, almost certainly...approaching, ready to be inducted into this new world that they'd had the barest glimpse of.

A world that they would need a brave, patient guide for.  A world that he could easily carve out a place in, no matter his...pecuiliarities.  He inhaled slowly, hearing the gentle susurrus of people waiting with baited breath for something they weren't entirely sure.  Yaksha let it go on for another long count of ten, then jumped to his feet with every ounce of speed he could muster, clapping his hand as he did; to many, it likely appeared as if he was simply sitting one second, and standing in the blink of an eye, ready to begin his performance.  Already he could see a few of them rising, shaking their heads slightly at this absurd display.  Perfectly fine...let them go on wasting their bright futures.  Those worth his time would shine out in the crowd.

He walked towards the stage, hands flopping about with an odd boneless grace, clearly the sort of thing no human being should've been able to perform.  He began his machine-gun banter, allowing the sight of a man's arm swinging downwards, almost seeming to elongate as he grasped his leg, lifting it high into the air, high enough that there -should've- been a painful-sounding crack.  He could see a few of them giving sympathetic winces, even now.  Just perfect.

"Helllllooo, everyone!  Our show will be beginning in just a bit, I simply need to get my warm-up routine out of the way.  I swear, I get so many kinks lying on my bed lately.  If there's one thing I've got too much of, it's kinks.  But that's nothing.  I went out with this contortionist from a circus for a few years...circus chicks?  Oh, man circus chicks are kiiiiinky.  I almost felt a little jealous.  Especially when I saw the kinds of things she'd do with those elephants..."

The wave of laughter came to him, sounds building on one another, lifting his spirits, leaving him beaming ear to ear as he reached a hand down, grasping his own shoulder blade and twisting in a distinctly painful gesture, the shoulder visibly popping out of the socket, with a loud crunching noise.  Still, he hardly even seemed to notice.

"Call your friends, tell them to stop by!  This performance is -not- one you'll be wanting to miss!"