A Fire in Babylon

[Marcus Evan]

While he had just been here at the Summer Meeting, Marcus nods in appreciation as he takes a look around at Spartan's new club. He remembers what it looked like when it was just the bare bones.

Looks even better with people in it...

Seeing the new guy talking to Neil, Marcus decides to join the Fairest and his fellow Metalflesh. It really has nothing at all to do with the fact that they are standing at the bar. No, really.

"Alright, Neil? Ready to show us how it's done?"

Having seen the Dawn Courtier in action, Marcus has no illusions of his own chances against the man in a cage match. However, hope does spring eternal. After ordering a Stella Artois, the newly-christened Summer Warden gestures toward the cage as he continues.

"Good to see you again, Rook. Will you be joining in the fun?"

Unbidden, the strains of a certain Corey Hart song slip through his mind.

[Nightfall]

Noticing Justin, Neil smiled.

Inwardly, he wondered if he'd missed the Freehold announcement that Lost were now wearing sunglasses at night as a nod to... what? The glamorous life?

His hands unconsciously drummed out Sheila E's song, and he shrugged.

"That's cool, solidarity and all that. Sorry you can't get in on it, but, it's just guys whalin' on each other."

There's a subtle distaste to the statement, as if Neil doesn't approve of, or like, the fighting.

"Heya, Marcus," he greeted the Constable with a tilt of his glass.

Taking a long pull at the drink, he shook his head slightly.

"Not unless they're needing punching bags. It's Castor's place."

Being a Fairest, particularly a Treasured, Neil couldn't help but be aware of where the spotlight was, or whose stage it shown on.

"Why don't you show us how it's done?" he asked with an encouraging grin.

[Lesingnon]

This kind of thing wasn't exactly his scene. The frenzied press of the crowd and pounding music a far cry from open skies and the rushing of wind in your ears. But he wasn't about to argue with Terri's point that it was important to support a fellow Freeholder. And the support he had within the Summer Court, practically ever since arriving in Sacramento, was certainly something he valued. So...he was willing to see what it was like.

Terri's question, and the way she continued to prod at Faith like that, drew a chuckle at him. Though he put the odds of Faith killing Spartan later rather low. The odds of her trying, though, were undoubtedly much higher.

He almost introduced Sweet Tooth to the summer's as everybody gathered, before realizing he had no clue what name he used around mortals. So he'd leave that to him. Instead he finds himself glancing around the place, taking it in before turning to Spartan. "Impressive set up, how long have you been working on it?"

[Rust Mane]

Rust watched as the Freehold trickled in.

Neil, Rick and Terry. It was a pleasure to see them and see how well Spartan/Castor had done to settle himself in the Freehold after a year.
"Better then I have of late."

Rook's continued disguise draws a different reaction. Certainly Rook deserves his privacy, was it a hindrance? Was Rust too quick to give him responsibility?
The guy seems to have alot of promise. Time would tell.

The Clown is disturbing. Was it Rick's ascension or HAL's Banishment that lured the Autumn Maggots out to fester?
Maybe The Clown is a nice guy.
Rust never liked clowns.

The Beast steps in and Rust has to check twice at his mantle. Was he not a Winter? No, this guy is different. Otto's attire draws a sour frown. It was one thing to hide yourself, it was another to choose to stand out in the Crowd just to be seen.

How many were here for Spartan? And how many were here just to say they came? Rust find's Marcus' eyes and Rust nods in appreciation. Marcus would help see that this night went well.
His brother deserved as much.

With careful steps Rust moves to mingle with the Lost, his feet leading him to the threat clown first. "Hey there, your a new face. Glad you came. Rust." Rust offers a hand to shake. "Welcome to the Freehold" Rust eyes seem to say something closer to 'I'm watching you Freddie'. His tail curled up at his side from wariness, his ears laid low. A cat carefully watching a strange dog.

[Dark Passenger]

Mike Tamwood

His dogs were safe in their bench, the most moving boxes were unpacked, Mike was ready for a night out. After a little prayer to nobody he had grabbed an old shirt from his dad out of the large pile of clothes and put it on. He didn't even know AC/DC, but he thought the music style fitted the atmosphere of the Forge.

Fights start at 8? Well, as long as there were some half naked bodies to see he was fine. While maneuvering through the rough crowd with a bit out-of-the-place elegance he makes his way over the bar and orders a beer.

And there he stood, leaning against the bar overlooking the crowd. Any interesting folks in here? C'mon, show yourself magic man.

Mike

Spells

2011-06-06 02:34:52
Mike rolls 7 to Gno + Death to activate Grim Sight (10 Again)
4, 5, 3, 9, 8, 3, 6
2 successes

2011-06-06 02:35:59
Mike rolls 7 to Gno + Death to cast Entropic Guard (10 Again)
6, 5, 1, 5, 6, 1, 10, 3
1 success