Tyki personally loved the cookhouse but during performance week he spent little time there. It was on stage in one of the side tents, with all eyes on him, where he spent most of this evening time. There was much to offer but when he performed and word of mouth got around Gold would find lots of seats taken to see the magicians do their acts. It was the wonder of magic and what both had to offer that led crowds to come see them.
Strange had his literal smoke and mirrors. Tyki had his tricks. He was far more engaging with the audience with his performance starting with a golden light bathed over a water tank with no body within it. It's then that he'd descend from the ceiling in a sky walk over the audience and with his 'magic' he'd walk down from the air to the stage as if he was descending a flight of stairs.
From there he'd take to that water tank after engaging the audience with a warning that often hyped the crowd, usually about how long he could hold his breath. Bound and restrained he'd enter upside down and with small struggles he'd build that tension to the last minute before escaping in a grand reveal on top of the water tank itself.
He's soaking wet and wiping himself down with a towel as he bows to the audience. He catered to both those that came for the edge of their seat experience and his good looks while dripping wet. There was no real trick, no curtain thrown over the tank, no escape hatch. It was only those that could see his magic being performed that could see the trick.
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Strange had his literal smoke and mirrors. Tyki had his tricks. He was far more engaging with the audience with his performance starting with a golden light bathed over a water tank with no body within it. It's then that he'd descend from the ceiling in a sky walk over the audience and with his 'magic' he'd walk down from the air to the stage as if he was descending a flight of stairs.
From there he'd take to that water tank after engaging the audience with a warning that often hyped the crowd, usually about how long he could hold his breath. Bound and restrained he'd enter upside down and with small struggles he'd build that tension to the last minute before escaping in a grand reveal on top of the water tank itself.
He's soaking wet and wiping himself down with a towel as he bows to the audience. He catered to both those that came for the edge of their seat experience and his good looks while dripping wet. There was no real trick, no curtain thrown over the tank, no escape hatch. It was only those that could see his magic being performed that could see the trick.