[Sodium_noir] At the Carousel

[SN Storyteller]

"Looks like you're outnumbered now, huh? Best be heading on home before you 
get hurt."
 
Quaid's amused looks slides of his face like blood from a wound, almost as if the light drizzle washed it away. His companions bristle gleefully at the expectation of a rumble but he merely glares down at his shoe. Completely ignoring Kast and the others now he is almost shaking with fury.
 
"THAT.." he snarls with barely supressed rage "... was .. really ... fucking ... stupid! Stupid in a way only some
 silly little bitch could be if she'd had her head smacked against a bedpost too many times while fucking diseased Thallian for a crack pipe!"
 
He pushes himself off of the carousel and brings himself to his full height. 

Ariñe waited and if Sachiko kept moving she grabed her arm gently but directly and shook her head, not saying anything and her eyes never left Quaid. If the guys had any sense in them they'd let that girl to the wolves, though may be they knew her, for all she knew they did but still. Even if they did... sometimes people desrve what they get and that... that deserved it all.

Nyx seems unfazed and unimpressed by Quaid's tirade. Her eyes are cold and fixed on the Redcap. She focuses on his every move and as he begins snapping his fingers out the Satyr explodes into a lighting fast blur of action as she launches her attack. 

The Redcap and the Satyr are wreathed in a chimerical haze as they both summer the benefits of cantrips. They move too fast for the eyes to see but after dissolving ibnto a blur the tussles ends with Quiad holding Nyx by the throat while she is wreathed in the dancing colours of the Dragons Ire. Magical flames flicker in her aura and dance across her exposed flesh. 
 

Sachiko muffles a groan, and sighs, looking at Arine before whispering to her.  "Why do satyrs keep getting themselves into trouble?  And why am I about to do this?"

The eshu steps forward, waving her hands up and down as if in an attempt to calm everyone down as she interrupts.  "Hey, hey, gomendasai (I'm sorry), but don't you think all of you should just count and think about what is about to happen.  I know a brawl is good and all, but come on, are any of you Seelie?  Just saying because I'd think you can handle a shot at honor; I mean isn't there some thing about picking your battles?  Not saying who'd win or anything, but still, a ballroom blitz is probably a really bad idea, ne?"

A part of her would have loved a good fight, but they had work to do, didn't they?

(Persuasion 2 + Charisma 4 to try to get them to calm down, but if it falls on deaf ears...  I'll continue)

We will say that Quaid pauses while Sachiko speaks, at least listening to her. If Nyx pushes her attack he will probably not act yet (sucking it up). Frank is free to have Nyx push her attack though. The rest of you ought to decide what you do next and if the fight continues befopre Sachiko and Arine decide whether to leap in or not ...


Quaid turns his attention fully to the weapon in her hand and grins manically. The flicker of Glamour dances in his eyes as calls upon his birthright.


A spat of Italian and she takes a step back, looking at Arine.  "I'd say we should be hauling out, don't you?  Just a hop, skip, and a jump if you want."
(If the fight does break out, she is using Fae 2, Scene 1, and Hopscotch to get them jumping... if Arine agrees to it.)



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