(1106) Summer Festival

[Lesingnon]

Well at the very least Rust could claim he'd spread anger...not that it was in any way that could possibly be considered productive.

Sweet Tooth reminded him of just why he'd appointed the ogre Fool of the First Frost, Nightfall spoke more plainly than he really had the luxury of doing, and Alice more eloquently than he could hope to. Even if she probably did misrepresent how Autumn viewed fear slightly. But now was hardly the time to quibble over such things. His viewpoints on the matter had already been expressed by others, so there was no need for him to add in his own voice and repeat what had already been said just now.

Though he was concerned. First HAL, as Sweet Tooth had pointed out, and now Rust. Two Sovereigns fallen from grace; letting the emotions of their court rule and subsume them, instead of controlling and using those emotions. And he hadn't seen it coming in either case, none of them had until it was too late. Though at least they'd been able to head off Rust's madness before it could do any damage. Still, it was...disconcerting, to say the least.

[Nightfall]

Nightfall moves next to Marcus, holding a hand up for a moment.

He speaks softly, his words intended for Rust, even if Marcus is close enough to overhear.

After a few quiet words, he grabs Rust's shirt.

[Al-Adin]

Al-Adin knows Nightfall can back himself up, and yet, when he sees his best friend start to get close to pissing off someone whose already way too angry, Al-Adin steps up behind Nightfall, ready to help out anyway he can.

Nightfall wasn't a coward. Al-Adin didn't want to see anyone hurt, but Rust needed to say he was sorry.

[CyledyrWyllt]

Marcus nods in agreement with Nightfall's words. Although he doesn't turn his face away from his monarch, the Summer Warden does extend a cautioning hand toward Spartan to let him know that the Dawn Courtier isn't causing a problem. In fact, based on the metalflesh's expression, he seems eager to hear his king's answer.

[Fu]

Fu watches Rust put down his crown and make for the exit. Inside he sighs relieved his friend of sorts had taken the smarter course. A scowl remains on his face though, Summer had been insulted and looking happy at the moment wouldn't do. Stone grey eyes turn to regard Rook and Fu almost calls out the Summer before Nightfall approaches Rust. Watching what happens Fu walks over to Spartan. "I will not challenge you, I have no desire to lead unless it is necessary." He tells the armored changeling quietly. "Though this cluster has to end."

[Terri Nutkins]

Terri was speechless as she watched the freehold she had loved for over two years seemed to disintergrate around her but her mouth practically drops open when Nightfall grabbed Rust's shirt and it seemed Marcus wasn't stopping him.

He must have a plan, she thought before another thought creeped into her mind in an effort to counteract the seriousness of the situation.

Did I really ask him to give me away? Oh dear God, will he have a Dad-to-Son-in-Law conversation with Rick?

She stiffled a giggle. The obsurdity of this festival was outstanding.

Terri needed air. In fact, for the first time in a while, she wanted to climb away, which quickly quelled the laugh. Finding Rick, she glided up next to him and took his hand, watching the drama unfold.

[ParanoidAndroid]

"No one asked y-", she starts to snap at Nightfall before he moves in closer to the king. She takes a step forward, stalking towards him, but Marcus's hand appears to be a sufficient deterrent. Instead she's content to glare at the other Fairest's back, like she's earned the Contract of Lasers or something. Nothing to be done there, not without a whole bunch of unwanted crap. And while she specialized in unwanted crap, that wasn't what concerned her right now. There was another target for today's annoyances.

Her would-be-murderer-boyfriend; Yeah, he had some answering to do, too. She stalks towards him, and grabs him by the arm, forcefully demanding attention. "You weren't really going to f**king try to kill him, right?", she hisses in his helmet-ear. Her eyes say he had better not. Fu just gets a "And what about you?", the same blistery look, briefly, before her eyes turn back to watching Rust and the others. If those idiots speak up again like that...

[Matt]

A small breeze picks up within the hollow commons, carrying a faint voice on the wind. "Where are you going Rust?" The voice sounds oddly familiar. It was as if you had heard this voice hundreds of times but for some reason fail to recognise it. The wind and source of the voice come from behind the crowd of changeling's.

The breeze dies down as soon as it had carried the voice. Members of the freehold that turn to look will see no one, there is no one behind them.