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Silva had no such qualms. He stopped in front of the boy, moving Soho behind him with one large wing, then looked down, chewing on his toothpick for a moment before looking over. "He's on your team, old man!" He called over.

"Of course." Aleric said as he walked over. "My name is Aleric, this beautiful child is Galatea, and you've met Soho, it seems. You are?" He asked.

Aleric nodded. "The pleasure is mine, Brunswick. We were just playing a game of football. Would you like to join us?"

"Should improve his speed. Unless darlin' knocks you down as quick as she did Nick." He added, glancing over his shoulder at Galatea, with a hint of pride.

Soho peeked around his wing, grinning at Brunswick. "Football is fun! I'm a cheerleader." She added.

"And a very good one, at that." Aleric said.

"Wait! I'm here! I'm here! Don't start!"

A small blue-and-red blur landed with a minor thwomp on the ground and ran - with rather excessive speed - to stop neatly next to Soho, hair only mildly mussed. "I'm here to cheerlead! I finished a bunch of the fliers - hey, baby!" Nothing loath, the new arrival kissed Soho full on the mouth before turning to the others. "Aww, you started! Well, so long as you haven't finished. There's a movie called "But I'm A Cheerleader", it's about cheerleaders who are all like lesbian, it was awesome. Dee's not gonna be here, she's doing lesson plans or something mega boring - Gally! You made my sister even more mega boring than usual! Hey, Silv! Al! Hey, who's your cute friend?"

Finally, the redhead turned to Brunswick. "I'm Marne!" she announced, and by way of introduction, stepped forward and kissed him on the mouth with depressing alacrity. "You're cute! Come to our party! You're totally on The List. Okay, I'm ready. Hey, I should totally call Silva 'Pop'. Okay!"

"Well, you can do it now," Marne said complacently. "I just prepped him for you. I bet he tastes like apples now, I put on that gloss today. If he doesn't I can kiss him again and kind of smear it, I'd have to stick my tongue down his throat, though."

"Game. NOW." Silva growled. "And try not to make out between cheers, darlins. We're trying to concentrate here." He added with a sigh.

"Okay, Mister Silva Demon!" Soho called. She gave Marne a dirty look. "I wanted to steal his first kiss! It was going to be romantic and daring and--" She stopped, sighing happily. Then she shook her head. "You need pom poms!!"

"Well, Brunswick, have you ever played football before?" Aleric asked the boy.

"It's easy. Try not to get killed." Silva said as he took his place.

"I didn't French him," Marne was still arguing in the background. "I mean, you can steal his first French kiss. I bet he's been kissed before anyway, and you can romantically, like, bite him - You're no fun, Pop! - Hey, I could just be a kick'n'wiggle cheerleader, not a pom-pom cheerleader. Goooo, Gala! C'mon!"

Brunswick smothered the impulse to scowl. He was no longer in the mood to face Silva on -any- field of combat. Lying expertly, he told himself that it was just because he would much rather have gotten his hands on the purple girl feien. A part of him knew the reality, though; he did not relish the thought of being forced to eat dirt and grass while three very pretty little things watched. Nonetheless, he took up his position opposite the much taller feien.

Meanwhile, Galatea obediently stood in front of Nick and smiled shyly. "Thank you," she whispered to him, not sure if he would understand what she was thanking him for but knowing that it was only polite to do so. She had not been particularly enthused at the notion of facing off against that new feien. He looked like he might not play by the rules and -grab-.