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Emet:
South Broad is alive with sound and light, as it is most nights. The traffic crawl, however, has been encouraged by a little bit of magic to cooperate in perhaps the most audacious flash concert of this kid's career. This Kid being Charleville, the Syndic of the Free Council.
He's up on the flat bed, bobbing and spitting and egging on the crowd as the flatbed and the crowd surrounding it begin pushing their way up from Locust towards City Hall.
These sorts of disturbances are simply not that unusual, especially not in this part of the city, and this close to city hall. It doesn't cause a panic in the Police, it doesn't even really cause much of a worry. The officers milling on the south perimeter of city hall begin mumbling into their shoulder radios, and the Mark II units on the corner directing foot traffic begin to lumber out into the street to redirect traffic coming south to the east and west, down Market and away from the disturbance.
It puts the cops into a familiar and reactive stance for now while they wait to bring in their reinforcements and pretend this isn't about to be what it's about to be.
The energy is frenetic, one part coiled spring, one part loaded gun.
Klaire:
Klaire was dressed plainclothes today, a hoodie (one of Ylva's that she stole forever ago) and jeans. She wasn't quite comfortable in the crowd, but with the hood up it was near impossible to tell anyway. She kept an eye on Charleville, as well as the approaching Mark IIs. She wasn't used to being part of a crowd, or not having Rook, or being asked to use her powers for a plan...much less being asked to use her powers in the first place. She was taking deep breaths as she could.
Jeremiah:
Jeremiah moved with the crowd as they were ushered towards City Hall, the magic woven into his pattern allowing for a full 360 view of the pending madness. He remained close to
Klaire as they walked, both to keep an eye on her and to be there as reassurance when the crowd got too close for comfort. "How're you feeling?" He inquired, nodding his head along to the music.
Klaire:
She looks up at him, taking another breath. "Nervous. Just waiting on Charleville now I guess...don't want to do it before there's enough of them."
Emet:
Charleville's send up to Joe Strummr is fire. Way louder, way, way, way more fucking angry than the original.
"Joe Strummer's been dead for too damn long,
And now we're all just numb to what's gone wrong
Hiding in our homes, 'Don't talk to them'
We don't fight, we don't riot,
Even when this war's outside our door!"
It's a hell of a hook for a city sick to fucking death of the boot. And as the crowd surges north past Locust, the sound of approaching sirens from the east and west implies the kettle is on. Corkers are already plugging the access east and west up Locust, mostly Antifa black bloc sorts keeping the corners clear so the normies can keep the crowd pushing further.
There's already a bit of swinging on the fringes when some bike cops get a bit too close to an Anarchist with a tennis racket and an umbrella. It is becoming spicy, if you know where to look for it out there.
Although Klaire and Jeremiah cannot for certain see it all it is doubtless from the signs that this is about to get closed in on by the police. Just a matter of minutes, really.
Olivia:
Liv weaves through the crowd like it's second nature to her, looking over the sea of faces as she moves with the mass of people towards City Hall. Her eyes come to rest on one she recognizes quite well. Jeremiah Hamilton, her boss. Though she's jostled a few times, eventually she makes her way towards the pair.
Jeremiah:
"You got this, and I'm right here with you." He said with a smile, looking towards the flat bed as Charleville spun the crowd up in earnest and the police presence responded to it. "We've got a minute or three before things get particularly spicy."
Spotting Olivia moving towards them in the crowd earned a brief flicker of concern across his face before he gave her a smile, the moment going as quickly as it came. "Hey Liv. Come to check out the show?"
Klaire:
Klaire was watching the faces, the anger. Her currently magically enhanced empathy running loops through her head. The energy building a bit in her too. Sympathy was a hell of an emotion booster. But she needed to stay calm.
"Let's wind our way near some of the Mark IIs then, but not too close, noise doesn't affect how well I can read someone." A turn and slight surprise at the young woman. "Oh hello there." Her eyes flick to Jay about the new person.
Olivia:
The Courser smiles gently. "I heard what was going down around here and I figured I'd see where things go. If I need to get out of here, I can, don't worry. Could probably carry one of you on my way." She flashes a grin. "Hello to you too. Name's Olivia, Liv for short. Jay's my boss."
Emet:
The anarchists and street kids in masks, they seem to be keeping to the edges of all of this. And further out, still, there are legal observers in green hats and arm bands. One or two conspicuous PRESS vests are tucked in near the main stage, too. Live streamers are popping up, and flood lights begin to flash here and there as the world wakes up, bit by bit, to what's about to be trending on Twitter.
With about four blocks to the east and west to play with, and the police forming lines about five blocks out to the east and west, the kettle is effectively forestalled. There will be another block to push through, however. And now there's a line of bike cops forming up. A token resistance to a crowd this size, but it will hold things up, potentially for too long unless something happens up there to break the line.
The Mark IIs begin their alarm chirps, one by one. The network starting to relay this as the civil disturbance that it is. The machines lumber forwad more decisively now, reinforcing the bike cop line.
"THIS HAS BEEN DECLARED AN UNLAWFUL ASSEMBLY. PURSUANT TO PHILADLEPHIA CODE, YOU ARE HEREBY ORDERED AND REQUIRED TO DISPERSE TO THE SOUTH."
It's not a sound you hear. It's a sound you feel in your fucking bowels. Good old DJ LRAD blaring out of the face of a metal monstrosity. The thunder of it literally stops the front of the crowd cold. The enthusiastic zealots who know no better, that is to say.
"THIS HAS BEEN YOUR FIRST WARNING" Chirp Chirp.
Pop. Pop. Veterans of this sort of thing will recognize the sound of pepper balls going off and spattering against someone's body. The shriek that follows sends the tension up another seven notches or show.
Charleville's answer is to stand up on one of the monitors and scream back.
"We make nervous jokes and whispers,
About the sexts we're sending out.
And these fucker's always listening,
I wonder if they're turned on?"
The crowd approves of that one.
Titania:
Titania is leaning against a wall to the side of an alley. Wearing a modern outfit for once and she has left her pets at home.
For now she is just letting it all flow around her. Taking it in. Eyes closed.
Jeremiah:
Jeremiah let out a low whistle as the rather forceful announcement from the Mark II units rippled through the crowd, half-tempted to weave a quick shield around the trio to keep it from impacting them again. "There we go..."
"Let's move." He nodded to Klaire, glancing towards Olivia. "Things might get sporting in a minute. Be careful, yeah?"
Klaire:
Klaire for one is slightly shaken by the announcement, not used to being on this side of things. She nods shakily to Jeremiah. "Indeed...lets get closer. Please stay careful Liv."
The sound of the shrieks make her flinch, but she starts walking towards one of the Mark II's, eyes trained on it.
Olivia:
Liv nods at them both. "If things go south, just say the word." Her eyes keep darting side to side. If either of them could see under her Mask they'd see her wolf-like ears twitching towards each new sharp noise. The Lost is alert as ever.
Emet:
"YOU ARE ORDERED AND REQUIRED TO DISPERSE TO THE SOUTH. FAILURE TO COMPLY WILL RESULT IN YOUR DETENTION UNDER PHILADELPHIA CODE."
Beat. Just long enough for the nausea of it to subside.
"THIS IS YOUR SECOND WARNING."
Charlie climbs up onto the top of the cab pulling the flatbed, stripping off his 76ers jersey and spinning it over his head as he keeps on rallying the troops with the sound of his voice.
"We been chompin at the bit all summer!
Working til this winter come back!
We all know the flood gon'cometh!
Who gonna build that ark?
Burn it from the top down, brother!
We can sow seeds in that ash!
We waitin for the spark that starts it!
Like a strike anywhere match!
Like a strike anywhere match!
Like a strike anywhere match!
We waitin for the spark that starts it!
Like a strike anywhere match!"
The thrum of the music is heavy, loud, and positively scalding. The crowd presses up agains the police line, and the blows start flying. The police line breaks its first rank so the second can leap out two at a time to snatch individuals and throw them face down onto the asphalt, stepping on their necks and shoulders to hogtie them like cattle right there in the street, tossing them back to the rear ranks to drag to the cells in City Hall.
That is, assuming the crowd doesn't get through that line with pocket knives. Stranger things have happened.
Pop. A hiss through the air leaves a trail of vapor arcing through the air to clatter at the feet of some of the protesters. CS gas begins wafting out of it like stink from dogshit.
Pop. A second cannister flies overhead and clatters onto the semi's stage.
Ella:
-Ella makes her way onto the scene, violence is easily her least favorite thing to witness. She looks around trying to find the source or leader of the mob before things really start to get out of hand.-
Titania:
Titania spots Klaire walking forward and heads her way. She has met Jay in passing but the other one is a mystery to her. She doesnt touch Klaire just gets close enough so that she is known to her.
"You good?"
Jeremiah:
Jeremiah cut a path through the crowd for the trio to get Klaire within range of the Mark IIs to do her thing, pausing briefly as his stomach rolled from the LRAD blasting through the crowd. While his eyes were on Klaire - and eventually on Titania as she approached - he kept watch of the crowd as the fighting against the police line began in earnest.
Ella:
-Ella looks down at her phone then blinks a few times and facepalms before shaking her head. Then looks over towards where Titania was- "Well imagine running into you here."
Klaire:
Klaire takes a deep breath, but needs to pause at the noise, then looks into the mind of that Mark II, what looks like maybe a few seconds gets her all the information she needs, and she starts moving again. "Not now Titania, unless you can get me through the crowd to be able to see the next one."
A look to Jay, lowering her voice and knowing this will be reset so discretion isnt as important. "I found the warehouses, this one is hiding things and is...being rather thorough in annoying ways. Do you see any that look like they're directing?"
Olivia:
Liv trails behind, not saying anything to the stranger to her that had not introduced themselves yet, waiting to be spoken to or interacted with and otherwise just keeping an eye out making sure nothing hostile comes the group's way.
Emet:
"DISPERSE IMMEDIATELY. THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING."
It is, at best, a technical warning. Because the second the warning comes, the Mark IIs begin lurching into motion. Almost as one, their arms begin to reach out and zot individual protesters, causing them to twitch and drop amid sudden screams from those around it. They're quick when they want to be. It's a Spock light touch, but bodies are starting to pile up around the units, and the unirs are starting to wade forward through them.
Charleville, the kid on top of the truck cab, stops spitting once things start going this sideways. He screams back down at the cab, "Yo, B! Act, brother! Fuckin' go! Go!'
The guy in the cab, an older black guy with a massive afro and nerdy glasses puts the truck back into gear and gives it the gas to start the truck creeping forward. It separates the two sides of the crowd, but it puts the grill of the truck up against the Police line. Ethos bails out of the cab through the roof hatch when the Mark IIs begin bashing on the hood and tearing out the windows.
The Free Council's finest are thinking the better of what they've just bit off.
Charleville rides this out in a surfer's crouch, then pulls a flare gun out of his pants and fires the thing right at the optics of the nearest Mark II.
"THAT ONE'S FOR MEEK, MOTHAFUCKA!"
Titania:
"I can get you to one if you need. But it isnt going to be pretty if we get that close to them?" she says to Klaire her voice rising.
Ella:
"Excuse me." -she looks to the people gathered- "I know this is a strange request but can any of you provide me with a way to simply speak to the Lt on site? This could be through a phone line or through a walkie talkie."
Jeremiah:
Jeremiah winced in sympathy as the Mark IIs started moving and taking down the protestors, shaking his head at Ella's request. "Bit late for that, I think, and I don't have that kind of connection."
"We'll keep her safe." He replied to Titania, scanning the crowd for the closest unit that wasn't in full cattle prod mode. "Sooner we get moving the better."
Klaire:
"No, I don't need to be next to one, this is fine. Just let me focus for a moment." She ignores Ella in favor of her task.
Olivia:
"Whatever you need to do, do it now, we need to go." Liv starts scoping out potential exits, taking into account her own... wide range of skills.
Emet:
The flare smacks the face of the Mk II and, of all things, sticks. It's odd but not impossible. And the odd but not impossible happen around the Free Council the way magic does around other people without sleepers around. Ahem. The machine tries to wipe the flare from its face, and Charleville laughs at it as he and his brother start backing off the cab.
The techne yantra completed, the spell in the flare goes off and a prime deadening field radiates out of it by about fifteen feet. Only a couple of the units are taken out by what amounted to a magical EMP, but it fucking worked. It worked a little and Charleville and Ethos are shaking each other and jumping up and down like two kids at the science fair.
One of the things even falls backwards onto its back, pinning one of the uniform cops underneath the chassis with a scream that sounds uncannily like a guy named Wilhelm's.
Then the still standing units crest the top of the cab and the two brothers look up with wide eyes, shriek, and start running over their equipment for the back of the flat bed. They are not retreating. They're realizing there wasn't a plan for after their test was over.
Klaire:
"Titania, I need a favor. Liv, you go, no point in getting arrested. Jay, can you help Charleville or would you rather stay here?"
Titania:
Titania watches Klaire concentrate and then tilts her head. "What do you need?"
Olivia:
"I'll leave but I'm taking someone with me." Liv breathes in and her muscles tense. In one motion she springs forward through the crowd, her Bestial instincts kicking in as she weaves left and right through the sea of rioters toward the panicking brothers. She could only grab one of them before the MK II's got to them, but there was still time.
Jeremiah:
Jeremiah's attention snapped towards the flatbed as the flare went off, blinking as it seemed to work and the Mark II keeled over. "Well shit." He said with a small smirk, although that mirth faded as the other units began to swarm towards the pair of Libertines. He started to reply to Klaire when Olivia zipped through the crowd, focusing on the Syndic as she went after his brother. A soft muttering in High Speech and a push of will later and the Acanthus vanished from the units' sensory arrays, giving the young mage some room to breathe and get the hell out of Dodge.
Klaire:
Klaire looks to Titania, entirely deadpan. "I need you to stab me and play along so I have more time. Make them ignore me for a moment, or stop to help. I need them to not taser me."
Emet:
If you've never seen an Acanthus who has played a fair bit of Dance Dance Revolution evade three massive deadly robots trying very hard to reach him? It's quite the thing. The first robot makes a massive swipe with its clawed hand, and the kid just falls down onto his back like he planned it. A second of the robots comes leaping in with a two fisted smash, and the kid spins up in a windmill kick, spins up to his knees, and then dives over a nearby amp as the wood platform splinters under the slam of the Mark IIs fists. He's nearly to the end of the flatbed when the third leaps down onto the ground in front of him, cutting off his retreat.
"Oh, shit." It's the genuinely surprised sound of a kid who up to this moment thought himself immortal. "This is normally when--"
And then the Acanthus just isn't there.
"--that." And then he's off running, invisible. Self-delusions in place.
But it's already on for everyone else. The crowd is screaming, and the robots are in full Mage Rage. Even the cops are starting to not see the sense in playing back up to these things any longer, and the bike cops have begun pulling back. Some of them even pulling one or two protesters away from the robots out of suddenly discovered human fucking compassion.
The trio stand atop the wreck of the stage, claws exposed, red singular eyes sweeping the crowd for a face. Any face. They've smelled blood. But there's nothing with gnosis they can see. And while they're eliminating targets from their threat registry one by one, those targets are staring the truth of these things in the face. With cameras running.
The popping of the pepper balls on the sidestreets is getting closer, though. They don't know what everyone just saw here tonight. They still think the old rules apply in this town.
Titania:
"Okay."
With a shrug Titania gut punches Klaire. Now she said stab but. Ya know. Gut punched to put her hand inside Klaire. That'll get the job done.
She tilts her head, bloodlust coming up for a moment then withdraws her hand. Hiding it in her cloak and applying pressure to the wound.
Olivia:
The powerful Changeling grimaces as she realizes how she probably appears to the Mage she has just picked up and is now running with. She figures though, save lives first, make introductions later, and she continues to sprint as fast as she can while carrying a human towards safety as she prays the MK II's didn't have enough time to get that good of a look at her.
Klaire:
Klaire coughs up blood. "Fucking...thanks." She lowers to the ground, focusing on the bloodthirsty robots on the car, a different one. Lets try this one last time.
Emet:
Ethos screams shrilly the entire time. Just the whole time. It takes about seven seconds for him to realize that Olivia isn't a Mark II. It takes him about two more seconds to realize she isn't his brother. It takes him mmmmaybe a couple more seconds to realize he should definitely ask her for a phone number.
"Uh. Hi." He says it with his arms around her neck, glasses sort of skewed on his face. "I. Uh. I just did anarchy science. Do you read Bookchin?"
Jeremiah:
Jeremiah let out a quick sigh of relief as the spell took hold, only for that sensation to fall away fast when Klaire asked that favor and Titania went through with it. He gave her a look as he moved to crouch down beside her, keeping her upright while the Kindred covered the wound. "We need to have a talk later about keeping you in one piece." He quipped, watching Klaire with a look of concern slightly marred by the small smirk on his face.
Ella:
"You are . . . lucky to be conscious. Titania that was a bit hard." -She says softly being able to spot a fair amount of damage that was done to Klaire- "I can take care of that when you need it."
Titania:
"She asked to be stabbed. I put an object through her."
A shrug.
Klaire:
She rolls her eyes, and keeps focus on the Mark II's despite bleeding profusely. "Almost done...where is Charleville? I'll be fine."
Emet:
The corkers are collapsing in, now, and they're shouting for people who want out to get out from the near corners of the riot. The medics aren't pulling out yet, but they're getting injured out as quick as they can and coming back for more. The kids that just came for the show? Most of them have been gone for a minute. Mostly it's the street grit in the red and black and the people of the nearby neighborhoods that are sticking it out.
The tangle of cops and protesters up front is actually starting to heat back up. Because the absolute first thing some of the Anarchists do when the cops start acting human is to begin de-arresting people. So now there are bike cops and anarchists beating on one another with clubs and fists, all intermingled, all mixed in. The fact that everyone's mixed in and that everyone wants away from the Mark IIs is that the crowd that isn't rushing south to get away? Is rushing north, straight at City Hall. That's going to be an interesting set of events literally nobody is going to want to be around for.
Before that happens, though, the corkers are pulling out. It's becoming a free for all. Anyone that's left? They're here to win the block. It's about that now, and it will be until they hose off the blood.
But everyone, it seems, got away at least. And the world has one more reason to hate these things.
Olivia:
Olivia grins. Once she and her 'passenger' get to a place that can be reasonably assumed to be safe, or at least far enough away from the commotion to breathe for a moment, she gently sets down the Mage on his own two feet. "Hi. Sorry, wasn't enough time to introduce myself. Those things were about to... well, I don't want to think about that. I'm Liv. As for the reading, I'll give it some thought. You should get out of here in case they come looking for you."
Ella:
"Take this. It's not much but should alleviate some of the pain for now." -She says to Klaire as she briefly moves to block sight of her extending a hand to grant the other some pain relief
Jeremiah:
"I gave him some cover so he could get away from the bots." Jeremiah replied, watching the crowd as chaos truly began to reign. He eyed Ella curiously as she did her own magic on the wound, filing away the questions that arose for a less hectic time and place before looking back to Klaire. "We need to get out of here. Think you're able to move, at least to an alleyway or something?"
Emet:
"Oh, no, it's cool. I bet you pick up all your dudes this way, hey?" Ethos is, at the very least, somewhat smooth in his recovery. Once he's on his feet he takes a moment to right his glasses and then look Olivia over to make sure she's not hurt. Shit's flying all over the place, you never know.
"Hey. Uh. Good looking out. Uh. Liv? Cool. Ethan. Uh. Listen. I'm gonna-- yeah. I'm gonna. You know. The felonies and all? So." He hunches his shoulders and begins backing away without a phone number, because he is many things but he is not the cool brother.
"Gonna. Just. Uh." Hopefully she'll stop watching him leave soon.
Titania:
Titania leans down scooping Klaire up and moving them away.
"I got it."
Klaire:
Klaire looks relieved at the pain relief, but grunts as shes picked up, in pain but ignoring it. "No, get me to Charleville, not to an alleyway. Where is he?"
Olivia:
Liv chuckles and shakes her head as she returns to the rest of the group, seeing if they need help.
Emet:
Charleville is leaning next to Klaire on the wall, smoking a joint. He's sweating, heaving with exertion, and absolutely on fire with his own bullshit at the moment.
"Where I need to be. Sup, Dopelady? You good? Get what you need?"
Klaire:
Klaire's head whips around to him, a grimace. "I told you not to call me that. I have a lot but some was blocked. Go ahead and do the spell to undo all this. Get us out."
Jeremiah:
Jeremiah nodded to Titania when she moved to pick up Klaire, allowing himself a small smirk as Charleville Acanthus'd himself to the right place. "That was impressive. You're welcome for the cloak, by the way."
Emet:
"Oh shit that was you, homie? No lie, I thought that was Balm looking out for me, yo. Fuuuuuuck, dude. You're Sirius, right? One serious motherfucker, right here. Fuck, man. Thank you. For real. For serious, right?" Charleville tosses a wink, then just grins over at Klaire.
"You want me to undo this?" He lifts his hands and gestures around himself. At his city, alive, fighting for itself. Winning. Somewhat. Kind of.
"It's not gonna go no where, Klaire. But back in the fuckin' bottle. But." He lifts his hand, readies a snap. "Say the word, white lady."
Klaire:
Klaire looks at the destruction around her. The injured people. How she, herself was injured just to be able to stop things like this from happening.
"Titania, put me down." Whether or not she obliges, Klaire gets to her feet, using the wall as support as she looks at the Syndic. "You say this was bound to happen. One way or another. What about all those hurt people, were they worth it, Charleville?" Its pointed, but not judging. Getting his perspective. Seeing how his mind thinks about this situation.
Emet:
"Why you askin' me like I'm the one sayin' yes or no here," Charleville responds, putting the absolute dead full weight of this choice right the fuck back on her shoulders. Nope. Nuh uh. Not how the game is played.
"I didn't see you leaping in to de-arrest no motherfuckers. I didn't see you step in front of a cop with your pretty white face and say 'I have a lawyer'. Nope. So what about the people that got hurt, Klaaaaaaaire. You don't think every block with a cop on the corner in this city hurts someone every fucking day? Just now you're seeing it. Now it's in your fucking nose and you don't like it, because it bought you something you wanted that you wanted for free. And thought you could have that way. But nah. Sorry. The price is a choice. Yes or no. The press, the media, the buzz. The proof. The proof your clever ass brought about. All of that. For them." He points over to city hall. "You feel some way about it, join the fucking bail fund like a goddamned socialist and lean the fuck in."
"Now. Yes or no."
Klaire:
Klaire fumes, but holds her head high. "No. I've come to see that we see the world quite differently, Charleville. I am glad you have the willingness to see others hurt for this, I am not. But no, if this is the future you want, than keep it. I am going home to write up everything I can before I forget, and then I am leaving the Free Council. This is not the right group for me, and you are not the person I wish to talk to about this."
She turns to leave, hand pressed against her side as she looks back against the wounded masses. Her enhanced empathy letting her feel every ounce of pain others suffered because of her idea.
Ella:
"If you'd allow it, I'll heal you one more time before you depart." -She says to Klaire followed by a glance to Charleville- "A moment of your time before you leave, if you can spare it."
Emet:
"Yeah I'm sure the passive consumption of your life as an American under Capitalism hurts nobody, Klaire. Have a nice life." He is fuming and shaking his head in annoyance. He thought he was done, but he keeps on going. "It takes a special kind of person to say no to undoing all of this and then put that shit on the person offering to undo it for you. Like, that's a real trip."
Scowling, he tosses Ella a chin up. "Cool."
Jeremiah:
Jeremiah had remained silent throughout the exchange, frowning quietly as Klaire made her declaration and turned to leave. "Thank you for setting this up, Charleville." He said at first to the Libertine, letting Ella step forward to further mend her wounds before turning to Klaire. "Let me get you home, at least. Please."
Klaire:
"Yes, you may. I hope you make it back to your home or the Freehold alright." HUH! Ella had in fact not mentioned being a Ling the entire time. Klaire just seemed to know.
At Charleville's taunting, Klaire's hands clench, and the concrete around her cracks, metal and debris nearby bending in a sphere out from her. She shoots daggers from her eyes but turns and keeps walking.
"I'm ready to go home, yes. Thank you for coming, Jay. Can you remove your spell? It is giving me a headache." A partial lie, but she did want the spell gone.
Ella:
"I can stop by if you wish and relay something to Ylva?" -Is her response with a small smile. It does seem like she is asking if that's what the other wishes-
Emet:
"I'll get Arminius and Esther'n them on it." Charleville ticks his head towards the north, meaning the people being beaten and kettled, gassed, tased, peppered, and cuffed. "Most of 'em'll be out in the morning if they didn't take a swing. The ones that do, well. Miracles do happen, you know?" Said the Acanthus.
"Not gonna leave any dicks swinging out there if I can help it."
Klaire's display earns a sidelong glance. He adopts what can only be called his White People voice. "Oh my I don't know about these urban youths today with their uncontrolled anger and inability to manage their emotional range. Let's imply our moral judgment is superior to his and then break poperty about it. It's not like you live here or anything."
Titania:
Titania for her part has been watching the goings on of the Riot. Eyes still shut grimacing slightly but knowing she really can't engage that.
A smile at Charleville's words as she walks off into the night without a word to anyone.
Jeremiah:
Jeremiah paused as Klaire's anger made itself manifest, giving her a nod. "It should wind down by the time we get you home."
Charleville's rather pointed response led him to put his hand on Klaire's shoulder and give her a "not now" look, both stern and understanding in equal measure. "Come on."
Klaire:
A nod to Ella. "Yes please. Please tell her I miss her greatly but I am okay. I know she can feel when I am hurt. It would not be smart for her to check in on me after this."
She looks away from Charleville, no longer acknowledging him, letting Jay lead her off.
Emet:
"Got a new name for you, Klaire. Since Dopelady's no good for you. Gonna call you Rent Hike. Get it? Do you get it?"
"Do you get it, Klaire?"
He beats his chest and screams at her back, "COS WE DO!!!"
Furious at lord knows what, the skinny little musket shoves his hands into his hoodie and stalks west towards where this city tells him he belongs.
Ella:
"I will let her know." -she nods briefly-
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