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"Oh come on, how hard it can be?" the Faun said merrily, while stroking his short goatee. "Besides its not like I have too many options. Except Eliza, and she charges a fortune for anything."

edited 20th Nov '16 10:37:30 AM by Sijo

San Lorenzo, Cornelia's Shop

Cornelia shrugged "Well... the layout is certainly different... anyhow, if you are sure then okay, please let me take a few measurements then, after all it should fit you."

Downtown

When the police had showed up, it had started acting up: a feeling underneath Roisin's skin and a chill down her spine that would stay until it had enough of a hold on her to force her to start screaming, this time until the death actually happened.

It hadn't gotten strong enough that she had started keening- which meant, hopefully, that whatever death was coming could be averted.

"I've got one," Roisin said before jumping off of the horse. "You guys keep going. I'll defuse the situation- without blowing out any eardrums this time."

The banshee ran back to city hall, slowing to a walk once she was close enough to be seen.

Roisin waved, somewhat awkwardly. "Hi. I, uh, I'm here to turn myself in for disturbing the peace and ruining that guy's hearing." She raised both her hands. "No weapons, see? No need to do anything hasty."

Downtown

Ironfoot stared at the pale girl. She didn't really look like a monster, but that, of course, meant nothing. Disappointing. He had been looking forward to punching monsters. He instructed one of his deputies to put her in iron handcuffs.

"Now, eyewitness accounts say that three monsters attacked. Where, if I may ask, are the other two? Trust me, you're going to want to answer."

As he said this, Ironfoot made sure she got a good view of his prosthetic iron hand.

Downtown San Lorenzo

Patrick was now directing the horse away from the cops. He turned his head to Jack. "Alright, lad, we better get going!" He tried to get the horse going. The beast huffed, and began trotting away.

Downtown, on a Horse

"We can't just leave her there," he argued. "We need to go over and explain what happened. She'll get arrested, and I doubt they'll treat a monster kindly. We can get help from Monster Support Groups- they'll be all over this. Monsters attacked at a Anti-Monster rally?"

Jack gestured back towards her. "And I mean, come on. Do you really want to let them arrest her for protecting us?"

Downtown San Lorenzo

Patrick kicked the horse's side to get it to stop. It did, but it was huffing frustratedly. He turned his arm to look at Jack. Thinking over what he said, he groaned. "You've got a point, mate," he said reluctantly. He patted the horse's side with his leg. "C'mon, let's get her out of trouble."

The horse went off towards Captain Ironfoot reluctantly, with Patrick coiling his spine whip, just in case.

Cornelia's shop

After getting measured for his new pants, Seawell said "Ok, I suppose I should be back later to pick them up, right? OK, then. See ya!" and he walked out.

Outside, he checked his list. What was next? Groceries. Going to the market would mean passing by City Hall again, but it could not be helped.

After making sure his disguise was on place again, the Faun hooked an earpiece to his Iphone and put on some relaxing music, then started walking downtown.

What he didn't notice tough, was that despite the earpiece, music floated around him as he walked, and everyone who heard it, became visibly relaxed....

edited 21st Nov '16 7:28:55 AM by Sijo

Outside City Hall

Roisin grimaced a little at the handcuffs. Iron or no, those things were just uncomfortable.

"What makes you think I know?" she asked Ironfoot with a dismissive sniff. "Just because some monsters were in the same place doesn't mean we had anything to do with each other. They probably ran off somewhere."

He was trying to intimidate her. Even if it was kind of working, she wasn't going to let him see.

"This is kind of public for an interrogation, isn't it? Why don't we go somewhere more private, and I'll answer all of your questions. You can even keep me in handcuffs." She winked at him.

Downtown, in Front of City Hall

This was probably going to go badly.

Still, Roisin was a friend. Well, he assumed she was his friend. They had just met and all, but she had been rather nice, and they all got along rather well (even if he didn't like Patrick's horse, he liked the Dullahan.) And she would probably get arrested if he just left her there.

Once the horse got them close enough, Jack slid off and walked towards them, making sure that his true self was hidden behind his disguise. While his Aura of Nervousness would undoubtedly affect the Police, he didn't think that revealing himself to be a phantom of sorts would help any.

"Excuse me!" He called, walking over to them. (He made sure not to hover. That would be bad.)

Downtown

Ironfoot addressed Roisin.

"Well, besides the fact you were all seen chatting immediately before the attack? One monster reportedly took a blow for another. That doesn't seem like something you'd do for a perfect stranger. And are you actually trying to seduce me right now? You just attacked a peaceful protest! And we're not even the same species!"

Then another guy approached them from behind and made his presence known. When Ironfoot turned around, he struggled to keep from laughing. From the trenchcoat to the face-concealing hat and bandages to the sense of uneasiness that radiated from the man, everything about the guy just screamed "I am a disguised monster". But Ironfoot decided to play along.

"Whadda ya want? If you couldn't tell, we're kinda busy here."

Downtown San Lorenzo

Patrick hung back, getting off the horse and trying to keep out of sight. If someone saw a spirit of death around here, it would be bad. He tried to get the horse to bug off, giving it a gentle slap on the rump. It huffed, and shook it's mane before sulking away into an alleyway. Patrick turned back, trying to find both his spine whip and reattach his head before he was seen.

Outside City Hall

While Ironfoot wasn't looking at her, Roisin mouthed "Get out of here now I have this under control" at Jack before addressing the captain.

"It was all a misunderstanding. I saw one of them coming for the big guy and I panicked. Would I have come back to turn myself in if I was really in cahoots with those guys?

"And yeah, we talked. That doesn't make us collaborators or anything. Some monsters might buy into that brotherhood crap, but I'm strictly a solo act. I'm looking out for myself, and I figure I'm safer in custody than out."

San Lorenzo, Cornelia's Shop

Cornelia wanted to show some styles too but before she could the Satyr disappeared... oh well, seems she could choose one. Looking to the slime she gave a nod "Well, I now have work to do, if you want I can show you your room though."

As Seawell walked by City Hall, he spotted the police. Looks like things had turned violent there. Again, he was unsurprised.

He noticed old Ironbutt harassing a pale skinned girl, who might or might not be a monster. There was also a wrapped up guy that was even more likely to be a monster. Seawell felt bad for them but there wasn't much he could do. He thus continued to walk by, trying his hardest to not attract attention.

He was still unaware that he was broadcasting music like a loudspeaker. As people around the street heard the notes of a rather famous song, their feelings would suddenly be affected. Anger and hate would drain away, and they might even find themselves questioning their motives in the first place.

edited 21st Nov '16 2:02:28 PM by Sijo

Downtown

Ironfoot was having none of what Roisin was saying.

"Solo act, huh? Then who the hell is this bozo?" He said, gesturing to Jack, "A 'Good Samaritan'? And you," he said, turning to Jack, "You couldn't be more conspicuous if you tried. I mean a trenchcoat, really? Could you get more cliché?"

Suddenly, a strange music drifted through the air. Ironfoot felt all the hostility and tension drain from his body, and his deputies experienced much the same.

"Why was I so angry again? I mean, nobody got hurt. Well, except for that guy." He said, pointing to the asshole on the ground, who had by this point passed out from the pain, "And by all accounts, he was asking for it. Look, consider this a warning. I don't want to see you stirring up trouble again."

With that, he had one of the deputies undo Roisin's cuffs, and started to walk back to his police car.

Cornelia's Shop

Sammy decided to take Cornelia up on her offer.

"Oh, thank you very much! I really hate to impose like this."

This was the nicest anyone had been to her since her transformation.

"Also, do you maybe have anything I could eat? It doesn't have to be food, just anything you don't want anymore. It's not like I have a sense of taste."

Downtown, Astonished

Jack stared after him, stunned. "Are... are you serious? Did he just leave?" He whispered, looking at Roisin and back at the Police Officers. "And I like my trenchcoat. Is it really that conspicuous? I mean, it isn't like I can just put on regular clothes and walk around. People tend to panic when I do that," he griped.

He was feeling calmer, too. He wasn't really super angry in the first place, but he had been a little annoyed. Jack wondered what had brought on this sudden change in mood. Even his Aura of Nervousness had been counteracted. How odd.

San Lorenzo, Cornelia's Store

Cornelia gave a nod "Well, just follow me up the stairs... j-just err... maybe you should walk first... I'm still not fully used to using them like this." She pointed to her horseback. As Sammy said something about food she thought about it, it was of course out of the question that she used trash - although it might even work. After a while she shrugged "I will look through the storage for stuff that can't be sold anymore, maybe some leftover fabric from earlier tailoring stuff."

Downtown San Lorenzo

Patrick suddenly felt rather calm. He could hear music.....soothing music....he felt like he could listen forever.

The braying of the horse snapped him out of it. He turned to see it staring at him, nostrils red with small flames. It wanted him to get on. Sighing, Patrick walked over, and did so, with the horse immediately setting off to the woods. Patrick knew why it was doing this. It didn't want him to listen to the music. He wondered why he decided to go along. Shouldn't he have said good bye to Jack and Roisin? But as he thought about it, he decided to was best for everyone if he left. A Dullahan always signaled trouble for ordinary humans.

Outside City Hall

Roisin smiled almost shyly as her hands were freed.

"You won't see us again," she called after Ironfoot's retreating form. Because we'll make sure not to get caught, she thought.

She swung an arm over Jack's shoulders. "Since I'm not going to jail anymore, maybe we could find Patrick and see if any of the stores here have something that doesn't make you look like a flasher."

City Outskirts - Songs Florists

One long, uneventful walk later and Leith found herself back on familiar ground. With tired legs she carried herself the last stretch up to her apartment, situated above a florists and owned by an elderly couple who had, thankfully, not flung her out onto the street after her mutation.

She unlocked the door and dumped the messages inside, mindful as always of the silken threads that adorned her home. A bad habit, she knew, but helpful in the case of attempted break-ins. There was only an hour or so before she went out again- she needed a proper computer and the library was open late- but until then she was content to curl up and do nothing.

Well, just about. She did fish out her old mobile and use its meagre internet to check in on the support group. They seemed to be talking about the City Hall protest- it had been broken up, or so said the vampire observing from her window. Leith wasn't particularly interested, but was too tired to do anything else besides watch the conversation scroll by.

Outside City Hall

Jack snorted. "Please. I look more like a stalker than a flasher. My trenchcoat is creepy, though." He admitted. "I feel like ditching it might make me look less like a monster. Like, a human monster," he clarified.

"Although shopping would be fun. I haven't been clothes shopping in a longgggg time, though. Side effect of the change."

Singing your way Downtown

Seawell, completely unaware of his influence on surrounding events, continued merrily on his way.

Eventually he reached the market. After buying his groceries, he walked back to his apartment.

After making himself something to eat, he logged online (under the name Old Goat) and started surfing for something fun to read.

Outside City Hall

"No kidding," Roisin said. "Still, no time like the present. C'mon."

She made her way away from city hall, gesturing for Jack to follow her. She momentarily stopped to get her guitar and its case from where she had left it.

Cornelia's Shop

Leftover fabric sounded way better than a lot of the things Sammy had digested over the past six months. Some of which she very much didn't want to think about.

"That sounds great! Thank you so much. For everything."

With that, Sammy took on her next challenge. The stairs. She didn't want to admit it to Cornelia, but she was a little out of practice on the whole "legs" thing. She'd only figured out how to form legs stable enough to walk on about a week ago, and definitely hadn't used them to go up stairs.

Sammy started slowly lifting her armor's legs to ascend each stair individually. To her surprise, she actually made it to the top without incident. And then she tripped on the last step and fell on her face at the entrance to the 2nd floor.

edited 22nd Nov '16 9:08:46 PM by PossiblyQuiteInsane