Snacks after sundown

[Kray]

Sometimes you have the option of waiting, sometimes you have the option of choosing, sometimes it is just whatever the first thing that can be found that could fill the gap. As was the need to tonight. There is a small queue of people waiting to get food from the Purple pig truck, a queue that gets brushed aide by a giant that has no intention to wait. Startled looks, explanations of outrage and perturbance silenced by a deep hungry look back at those he bowled past sending one or two staggering back a step at the hungry look in his eye and bared teeth. Of course they can't, well shouldn't be able to see how bad it really is but even through his mask the ashen king has a predator presence and he is making no attempt to be subtle about it in the here and now.

The guy in van might have gone to close the shutter except a big hand leans against it while the other slams down a large amount of money, a few bills stained with something sticky and red, either his hand is bleeding, or has someones blood on it. But it is a lot of money. "Bah. Six burgers rare, six hot dogs." A lot money then that order would need.

[Circe]

Someone arrives at a jog, not their normal method of travel after a night of work.


The track suit is, well, not flattering on the Fairest. Bright reflective colors are and good for safety of someone "jogging" late. Not flattering at all. The hiking vest doesn't help either, though it certainly helps provide the needed pockets for her things. And hide the shoulder holster better than a track suit would.


What her attire had improved over her earlier garments this evening? Lack of gunpowder, narcotic, blood, and viscera residue. Who the fanuclo tries to steal cocaine, cash, and guns from guys brandishing machineguns? Dumbass, nay, dead dumbasses, Circe nods with her thoughts. Wondering if that'd happen here as well.


Circe recognizes the big man accosting a food truck. Well, she might as well see what was up. And hears his order, "What fun, what fun," the sweaty Summer whispers before she inverts her volume: "oh ho ho ho!"


The Fairest COULD help here. In so many ways she could help the situation. Or feed on the crowd's ire, which her laugh might to draw a little of, but there is a bit of fear mixed in from them. Kray does that.


Eh, she could see how this went first, taking a swig from a Gatorade bottle. She moves to get a look at what the prices are. Big tipper be Kray. And the back of the line. Drinks. Shrugs, with a smile "Fanculo, nice menu but fanculo the wait, glad I already ate, this much I state."


No need to but in yet. Yet.

[Kray]

It's the laugh that drags the giants bulbous yellow eyes away from the vendor and the food being prepared, although he keeps one large hand on the counter, either guarding the money he had put down or stopping the screen from closing. it's laugh he knows well, a laugh he has heard many times before.

To say those eyes fix on the summer queen would be a lie, there is something to unfocused about the giants stare for that, but he is looking in her direction.
Through the combination of cowed and irate people he had pushed his way past.

The great grey head tilts as a candle flame of his mantle flares into a small ball of flame, a tiny illusory sun, before flicking back to the wisp of fire. Whatever he was thinking, whatever had crossed his mind seems to reach a conclusion and wit ha jerk of that great head he gestures that Circe is welcome to join him at the front.

[Circe]

Circe shrugs and does walk up to join him, waving at the mundies on the way, "Don't worry, I ain't buyin'. No lyin', cutting in front ain't something I am tryin'. Tonight, oh ho ho ho!"


Fairest rocking the social skills, maybe garnering some annoyance as she walks up to the front to stand beside it. Yes, she joins Kray, "Sup big man?" She then proceeds to do a stretch against the truck, the folks behind her and Kray get to enjoy the view of a Fairest stretching. It SHOULD tamp down a little on the rage. Shame that, but it won't erase it.

"Ooooh," she notes the blood, "Seems we both had a fun night, huh?" She smirks at him but doesn't show teeth.

[Kray]

With the silent invitation offered his attention. what it is, is focused mostly forward, on the source of soon to be food, not a care is given to any mutterings or perturbance that might be coming from the people he had pushed past, none beyond the deepening snarl of his terrible jaw. His physical presence alone does plenty to put fear into people. "Ah. Bad night is what's up. You?" Bulbous yellow eyes wandering with some effort from the food to the stretching Circe. "Ah. No. Some brats decided to test their courage." His bloody fist flexes and perhaps worse his stomach grumbles with dark hunger. "Oh. I wanted to chew them out. So. Badly." His terrible jaw that only Circe can see the real truth works the words out. "Ah. But I kept myself to teaching." It might be becoming more apparent it's less rage the giant is contending with, it's his restraint that struggles.

[Circe]

Circe finishes the stretches as she pays full attention to Kray, still back towards the line, just in case more distraction is needed.


"Ah, how noble to grant them such an educational opportunity," she cheers. "Bare knuckle boxing as a dying sport, glad some youths are interested in keeping it going." Deflection and jest all at once, "I trust they paid for their tuition at the school of hard knocks. Teachers are so underpaid these days," she is quite amused. Though she does get the message. Kray should really consider a cleaner service if the urges get that bad. But that'd require cold storage Hollow probably.


"Do you ask if I have suffered from the aggressive negotiations of the street where folk expect to payment from a lack of equal transaction?" Her innocent smile turns quite as vicious as to be expected from a Summer. "You know NDAs in my work. I can say that I haven't taken those hits you were worried about on this rather good night. Haven't lost aught that I ought not...And yes, same sound but two different words," she is motioining with her hands for emphasis, going well with her Italian accent.


Can't really talk Freehold or criminal business whilst in front of so many mundies. Shame that. There was something else to talk about though, she could finagle it in maybe.

[Kray]

Normally, normally he would find the joke about education humorous enough, tonight is not one of those nights. "Bah. They started something they could not finish." Given the ogres predator presence, and provocative actions, cutting the queue being a prime example, it might be debated what precisely started the earlier alteration. "Ah. Price they pay for having balls bigger then their brains." And ye maybe if they were lucky lesson learnt. "Hmphf. Yeah your right. It could have gone worse for them. I could have charged." A pound of flesh a head judging by the hunger that has its grip on his appetites.

Tearing his gaze away from the soon to be ready good stuffs. To look at the summer queen. "Uh. No? Maybe? I asked how your night was going." He does know better then to ask about her criminality in public. "Uh. Not being hit is good though." Circe had been showing up having just been shot at or out right shoot a lot in recent months. That only had to go badly once. Even for her. "Ah. You look like your out for a run." Based well entirely on what the exotic blue elf was wearing.

[Circe]

Circe wasn't certain that the agitated Ogre was being fair. Scared and stupid tends to lash out in desperation. Mundies can do shit better, but a physical fight with an Ogre is no contest barring Olympic level skill. Though telling Kray it was possible her started it would be escalating things. The Summer had no reason to rile up a friend.


"Staggeringly common thing," she comments on the start what can't complete. "I believe the phrase is hmmm," she taps her chin then snaps her fingers, "Ah yes! Those kinds of idiots is something about they drop sub-common loot when defeated. Barely worth the effort," demeaning the foes/victims? Yes. It could help. Circe makes a show of looking him up and down. "Ah," she nods as she fully understands what the Gristlegrinder would likely have charged. But there are mundies about. "I know what you mean man, buuut I want to make a Pain Train joke. Ahem. Pain Train goes choo-choo, their bones go to goo."


"Good mostly. Got paid for a deal, found some misplaced stocks," she frowns and growls, "Cazzo temps man. Training noobs is worth them being competent," Circe is griping. She can't really talk about the early firefight. It was fairly quick and Kray might get hungry. Plus illegal. "Cardio is good for you and don't want to train in formal wear. Dry cleaning is a bitch to get some fluids out. Plus the better you run, the more successful you can legs it good and proper when debt collectors show up, oh ho ho ho."


Circe sighs. "Do have a bit of bad news you could say John. I'd an investment find that has an unfortunate silver lining," she sags her shoulders and head dramatically. Setting up a change in subject? Why yes, yes Circe is doing that.

[Kray]

Fear does cause all kinds of fight or fight reactions, but the dumbassediry of the fool hardy should never be underestimated either. Shame they aren't around to ask really.

The ogre himself sharply exhales a gout of air through his misshapen and squashed nose. "Bah. I do not think I'll ever understand that way of thinking." Picking a fight you can't win, a fight you don't need to have. "Ah. Maybe they thought two of them could take one of me." Two on one was poor odds for most, an the ogre was no exception that it was less favorable for him, beyond the fact he could lay a person out with one mighty blow if so inclined. "Ha. The last one on his feet didn't look so brave." Their was a dark malicious sanctification to those words. Which fades as his great gut complains again.

All in all sounds like the summer queen was doing alright. "Huh. Sounds like an alright evening all in all." Knowing what she does he does wonder, a welcome if brief distraction, what kind of temps she could be training? "Uh. Never been in a position to train temps myself." No he handled his business in the personal manner, it was important, necessary, time consuming work. "Ah. Problem there, even when running I do rather stand out." And make the ground shake a little. Even if the ogre was considerably more athletic then his obese build would suggest.

As the first two of the rare burgers are served one one is snatched with no decorum or consideration and effectively shoveled into his terrible maw, bun, patty, cheese, onions, gherkins and sauce the entire kit caboodle lasts all of a hand full of seconds before it is being chewed and swallowed. "Uh. Aren't silver lings normally a good thing, as in not unfortunate?" Very possible he didn't here all for the sentence focused grabbed as it had been by the serving of food.

[Circe]

Her grin turns smarmy. "Stupid is as stupid does," Tom Hanks had some wisdom to him. Then she laughs at the prospect, "Oh ho ho ho. I'm certain I've SEEN that look on the last muggers standing that tried to jump me. Oh ho ho ho...hasn't happened in a while," Circe ponders on that. They probably had learnt better from it. Or died. Had any of them jumped her more than twice?


She grimaces at the matter of temporary employees. "I cant recommend the experience. Extra pay for shit jobs sounds better than untrained buffoonery followed by ME having to do a harder shit job to fix it." Hiring disposable employees for jobs that could result in literally being disposed during the job was not something she could explain. Not without public membership in a legal PMC or something like that. "I get saving money, but you get what you pay for and expendables tend to be shit. I mean, I get a bonus for cleaning up the shit, but the extra work can be a pain." Travelling to patch up oops from newbies was bothersome. Took her away from the Freehold. Customers sometimes turned out to be quite hostile.


Buts she could 'borrow' guns for said extra work. Can't mention it with the mundies present, so just griping for now.


Circe has an idea for the Trollish cannibal as she sizes him up. She has a brilliant idea. "Ah!" She snaps her fingers. "I think I saw an outfit in your size, made of the right fabrics for exercise too. It was a Hawaiian shirt and matching shorts." Circe holds up her hands in defense to Kray so she can keep going. "I know, I know. You'll stand out more but think about it. What are they going to recall? Big guy in a Hawaiian shirt. Nothing else." It was part of Circe's behavior. Folks recognize the personality and outfit combo. And it'd work with the Lost too. Who is going to remember anything else about a Troll in a Hawaiian shirt aside from the fact that he was a Troll in a Hawaiian shirt?


Circe sighs dramatically as she shakes her head. "Oh, hoooo, you'd THINK that'd be a good thing. In most circumstances yes. However," she is talking with her hands, "When you discover from a storage unit a cache of heavy metal bars? Turns out that a LITERAL silver lining isn't a good thing as it can lead," she pronounces it like the metal, "you to presume riches. Be a Helluva prank for a thief though wouldn't it?"