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Username: the semblance of unity
Character: Preacher

A parade? Perfect. While a parade crowd was usually stationary, they were also preoccupied by the spectacle. Or so Preacher had been told. Lifting was a never-ending round of profits and consequences. She briefly debated sitting this one out. After all, she had already lifted three coin purses, a few pieces of jewelry, and a finely stitched handkerchief. Maybe it would be best to wait this out... It looked as though people were still a little jumpy after the banquet.

Preacher slid over to the volunteer booth. Volunteering would, after all, give her an excuse to read the crowd closely. Nothing appealed to her, except the volunteer security. Being security meant she wouldn't be taken for a gang member should they show back up. The irony of a thief as security was just to good to pass up. A sly grin slid across her face as she touched the armband.

"Is it alrigh' iffin I sign up for security, then? I'm not sure I'd be good at much else, y'know." She grinned at the trainee.

As he was leaning up against the wall Cyril's eyes looked up when he heard a cheerful voice. She sure was loud enough to snap him out of his daydreaming. Jeez how can you be so cheerful in the morning he thought to himself. Cyril looked up at the small group not to far from him. He recognized most of their faces.

Staring over at Shun "So whats the famous "Commander Shun" doing here? Parades don't seem like your style."
he said with a smirk on his face.

A light grunt escaped him as both Alec and Elliot had decided to ask about why Danny called him 'Commander.'

"I got recruited earlier," he said flatly. He was technically military now, though he hadn't actually done anything with them just yet. Personally, he didn't think the nickname was really suitable for him currently, but he had a feeling Danny won't be stopping anytime soon.

Catching Axel's nod, he nodded curtly in turn. At least there were others who felt that getting in a costume was a ridiculous idea. He also took note that the boy had a security armband now. As did Preacher. Well maybe that might be a thing to do.

Then, as Cyril addressed him, he let out a sigh, "It's not. Someone pointed me here."

Rikki weaved through the crowd, looking for familiar faces. He happened to still be wearing the bouquet of hairpins Elliot had put on him earlier, so there were a few odd looks, but he didn't pay them any mind.

When he saw a flash of fiery hair, he raced for it. "Danny! Hey!"

He thought he saw the peach blur of Elliot as he went by, too. He was actually meeting a lot of people today. Jeez.

"Oh, hi!" Zin said, recognizing Lenore. "Oh, I dunno, I just thought that I could be the most useful here," she said, picking up another piece of trash and dropping it in her bag. "I'm going to be in the parade later," she added with a hint of smugness. Her expression cleared and she grinned at Lenore as if they were already best friends.

"Say, I didn't catch your name earlier," Zin began. She reached out a gloved hand to the stranger. "My name's Zinnia Hayes, but please call me Zin. It's nice to meet you..." She paused, waiting for the other girl to introduce herself.

Preacher raised a brow at the trainee's odd (was it pitying?) tone. She didn't need anyone's pity. Whether pity or something else, Preacher simply scribbled her info down.

Preacher Maria (Pastor Hoen told her to simply use the wall's name if anyone required a last name from her. What a hassle.)
Eastern Alleyway
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And then she stared at 'occupation'. Preacher couldn't very well put down thief or gang member or extortionist or any of the things she might have done to make coin. Instead, she left it blank. A lie of omission, she supposed. With the armband, Preacher suddenly felt dreadfully official. It was not a pleasant feeling. She rolled her shoulders and pulled her hat lower on her head. It was a miracle the damn thing had stayed on throughout the banquet fight.

"Reckon it's pretty much watchin' people, herdin' em, making sure parade runs smooth as greased owl s**t?" As she spoke her eyes wandered to the other security volunteers. She gave Shun a sloppy, two-fingered salute. From what she knew of him, he wouldn't be anywhere but here. A little birdie had told her he was recruited now. It was an odd thought, but she guessed he was alright with it. Preacher hadn't seen his gang running about recently, though. She opened her mouth to ask him when she caught sight of an unfortunately familiar blond head. It wasn't too late to change her volunteer status, but she'd be damned before she'd change anything because of him.

"You're on security detail too?" Incredulity threaded through her words as she stared at Axel. He could only be breathing and he'd rub her the wrong way. Preacher couldn't quite figure out why,. but it definitely didn't stop her from sauntering a few paces closer. "Thought you woulda been pullin' barges witcha man arms." She turned to the others standing nearby. "'Lo. Name's Preacher. Ya'll security detail too?"

Let's March!
Username: musicaloner7
Character: such a naked quest { Mykanos}

{ no tickets for me, mythee! want to give others a better shot at winning. <3 }


No member of the encasing that were the grand walls that protected humanity could be oblivious to the excitement heavily laced through the air. Every corner, and down each street -- even in the mountains! -- one would hear about the festivities that were being provided for the astounding one hundred years of peace from the tyrants that were Titans. So it was no surprise that even Mykanos, a native to the mountains and forests of the humans territory, was also aware of the celebrations being held. Not one to really partake in such events, it was in turn a rarity that he did indeed venture into the hustle and bustle of the more populated areas to take a gander at what was being provided for such a momentous occasion. It was mostly due to the fact that his mother was so insistent that he get out more, and try to socialize. Well, when she had been alive, that is. But still, he tried his best to abide by the few wishes she'd left him with.

Beautiful, glossy, straight hair streamed flawlessly behind him as he floated along the hardened ground of compacted cobblestone, the spiked strands that created a small, alert-mohawk, bobbed faintly with each step. Many looks were spared his way, those unable to identify the stranger, his exotic appearance also making him stand out, to his dismay. Caramel skin shimmered as the sunlight graced it, pale eyes sparkling, though a blank expression kept in place on his face. His own attention was drawn towards the canal, and the setting up that was clearly happening. Well... perhaps he could be of some use there...

Sauntering over casually, his gaze veered straight to the roles that he could sign up for. Sweeping... scrubbing.. he could do those. However, security did sound a little more up his alley in terms of usefulness.