A Barbecue Down By the River

[Markarth]

"Yeah...sorry. First time I ran into other Lost I got my ass kicked for strolling under the wrong overpass," He lifted a hand and rubbed his neck. "Still getting used to being in a new city and around all new people. Rhodes was pretty nice, but in a 'I'll bury you headfirst if you cross me' kind of way? Which I guess fits since he's the Autumn King and all? Never would have guessed a Flowering though, that through me for a loop."

Markarth munched on his burger, and drank some of his water but wouldn't touch the liquor. "I joined the court because they study Fae Magic closer than the others, that and I've never liked the summer heat...uhh...no offense."

[Sonnie Wu]

"Goth?" Whatever joke Circe was making, Sonnie didn't seem to get it. She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders at the Summer elf, "Starlight? Um, not that I've noticed, why? Titania is Titania." While she liked the Larcenist, Sonnie sometimes found it hard to follow what Circe was talking about, sometimes. Typically, the parts in Italian.

Now, the Beast looked at Markarth and smiled, "What were you expecting for an Autumn King? A vampire? A guy with a jack o' lantern for a head?" She eyed the giant feather curiously, "Can you tickle people with that?"

When Blaire got her attention, she turned away from the Elemental's weapon and gazed up at the Ogress with a smile, "Who, me? I enjoy a little monkey fu, and sometimes I hit things with a big stick. Usually coconuts. They can be stubborn."

[Circe]

Circe snorted, "Ya saw me in a bikini Markarth ya wouldn't complain about the heat. Unless it is metaphor then a summer knight would say ya insulted their honor," she bites her burger. After a moment she adds, "Good thing I'm just a dramatic Queen."

Circe nods with Blaire, "Good idea Blaire, and a approve of yer choice," she gives the cook a thumbs up, "At weapons. Though Marakath will need ta be careful of protestors depending on the colors he uses ta hide the feather. Me though?" she thinks on it, "Pistols and kabar knives are easy ta hide. Bigger guns fer when ya say fuck subtle. Shotguns close up, rifles at range. Ya know standard FPS rules pretty much. I think. FPS is first person shooters right? Don't really play them."

The Fairest ate more burger as she caste a sideways glance at Sonja. She forgot about the muscle car aftershow? And as for Titania talk from her and Abraham, "Oookay," Circe sighs, "Very diplomatic descriptions of T."

"Toolin' up my car and guns but that's par ta the course Abe," she shrugs before Circe perks up, "Oh and I'm fixin' up a aura camera ta see if that ghost huntin' shit works on us. Just ta make sure no idiot mundies land themselves in the Hedge ya know," was her answer to Abraham's question, "Thermal and electromagnetic don't show jack shit by the way. Oh ho ho ho, I might get those ghost hunters I found ta fund the projects fer me so there is a plus."

[Markarth]

"I"ll keep that in mind, not even sure what kind of feather it is," The man gave the end of his spear a look, eyebrow raised.

Markarth blinked at Sonnie, "I guess a Jack O' Lantern one was on the list of options," He looks from her to the spear and back again. "Tickle...bu...why would you...oh. It's a joke," Markarth, ran a hand down his face.

I really need to lighten up. He thought to himself.

"Just outside Rosemont," He answered Abraham. "I wondered near there when I found my home was empty."

The Elemental again cocked an eyebrow at Circe's words, "Why is the bikini a token of some kind?" The implication flew slightly over his head. "Protesters? Oh if I accidentally end up insulting a courtier or the like?" The man let out a long sigh. "Maybe I should have gone with plan B and been a recluse, course I was told on numerous occasions that leads to insanity." Not that he was all there, not that he could ever leave that Spear out of his sight, not that right now his hand went to it. He didn't grip it, but just to make sure it was still there. That it wasn't being lifted up by another hand.

[Sonnie Wu]

After chowing down on her burger, Sonnie eyed Markarth's feather some more, then spoke up after swallowing a mouthful of meat and bun, "Maybe it's from a giant chicken? Oh! Or a giant parrot! Can you imagine the size of the crackers he would want?"

"Rosemont?" Her eyebrows went up, "That's not far from here. Must be bridge trolls," the Beast nodded, musing on the idea. "Did they demand a toll? Were there any goats around? Gruff ones?"

[Circe]

The blue Larcenist shrugs, "I've no fanculo idea if it works Abe. Best fer us ta know and if it don't then its a party trick," she thinks on the answer to that, "Thus far? Some college guy who said he had others at another meetin'. Only saw him and he was talkin' about ghosts, swords with heritage power, and leylines of all things, oh ho ho ho."

Circe stared in shock at the feather wielder. Then smiled widely, "Well I think ya could call bikini a totem since plenty of men adore what they adorn, oh ho ho ho!" It takes her a moment to calm down the laughter, "Okay, okay ha ha ha," she waves her hand. "Good. Heh heh heh. Good. And nah I mean idiot mundies that like ta protest, uh, I don't fanculo know or care. They just slow down deliveries and put more cops on streets," clearly the elfin Fairest wasn't a fan. Circe thens points to Abraham, "What he said too. Bash brothers are better fer yer soul then alone wolf."

"Sonny I love the idea of a super chicken sword but how about a giant crow? One that shouted nevermore," she suggested to Sonnie. Then she takes a bite but stops. She looks at Sonnie. She quickly swallows, "So ya think somebody is tryin' ta make a troll bridge? Hafta set GPS ta avoid troll roads. Eh? Eh?"

[Markarth]

Markarth was silent for a moment while everyone else spoke, he wouldn't admit it outloud but it was nice to be around others. He finished his burger, and leaned back. The other's voices oddly comforting all those years he spent stuck in that blasted inkwell and not once can he remember his keeper speaking to him. Perhaps that was for the best, he doubted it would have been a kind word.

Coming back into the conversation, "Safety in numbers eh, good a reason as any." As was finding your fetch.

The inked man glances up at Sonnie, "Probably a red Macaw in that case."