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And there they went. Or rather, there went Preacher.

"Oi. Take your fight away from the barges if you really need to brawl," he muttered while staring at the two. He didn't feel a particular need to stop them. Not now at least. Preacher mentioned he wanted to do something about Axel and well... here that something was now. His anger towards the blond probably wasn't going to be improving anytime soon, he felt. He had work to do right now anyway.

Catching 'Nikky's' look, he just gave a curt nod in return. Then, he took in a deep breath and began to push the barge into the canal, grunting lowly as he did so.

"Hallo hallo. I can't say I'm confident I'll write it correctly, so sure thing," Lloren said, ready to jot down the new volunteer's name.

"Since you're signing up now, I'm guessing you weren't here yesterday for the evaluations, in which case, how would you like to help? We've got security, and the costume troupe is open as always."


((Sorry I'm late!))

Marissa Carlton really was just that nice. "Go on, I'll be over here if you need anything." she rolled up her dress sleeves, already off to work. It was no wonder were her son got his even temperament from. Beyond patting the ox's down, attach some flowers to their horns she'd set outfits aside. If any new faces joined, she'd have gladly entertained them.

"I..yea!" He cast a look back to his mother mouthing a thank you. Not like he was fond of the bovines either, nor did he blame the shy girl's mistrust. They were weird..Horse riding sounded much better. Alec puffed his chest up a bit stepping forward. "Long as the horse has a saddle, I can ride just fine." He assured the older gentlemen.

"Ah thank god.." The man sighed when he saw both of them quick to accept. Waving his hand for them to follow, heading for his family stall Marigolds. Inside were two horses, both of which lifted their heads up at being approached. They were equally dark, mostly brown. The female had a white blaze down her muzzle, and white stockings up her legs. While the male had a star marking right between his eyes. They were massive, and each had a name which Alec could not make out on his own.

"...Um." He stared blankly at the words, frowning as his enthusiasm wavered trying to force himself to read.

The man was already busying himself hollering at someone nearby. "Steve! We got some kids who will ride the damn horses, tell the coordinator we can still go!" He was already walking away. "Saddles are in the stall, just make sure ya bring 'em back after ya ride." He glared suspiciously wondering if he'd regret this. "Thomas Marigolds." he grunted before vanishing not waiting to hear their names.

With that Alec stared between the two horses, then back to the copper-skinned girl. Was..this really happening? He looked on in awe. "Can you believe it?" he whispered to Shankuntala.

He had been on the verge of laying down anyways when he was suddenly aware of someone speaking up just beside him. Turning to determine whether he was the one being addressed, Elliot blinked at Mykanos for a moment before lifting his shoulders in a shrug. "Yeah, I am. Are we going to be working together, or are you asking because you need someone from security?"

...Not the latter, hopefully. He wasn't sure he'd actually be of any help, though that wasn't to say that he wouldn't try.

"I'm Elliot," He offered helpfully after a moment of pause. It seemed like he was going to say more, but his attention was abruptly drawn away by the sound of yelling. Turning just in time to see Preacher launch herself at Axel, the boy stood there and stared dumbfounded for a good few seconds before letting out a slow and exasperated sigh.

Chaos already? Though his expression had not shifted significantly, his eyes were slightly narrowed as he stared at the situation. He wasn't sure whether he should try breaking up the fight--he was security--but he wasn't going to pretend that he was the most physically capable person around.

But when Zin tried to break up the fight, that was when he turned to Mykanos and muttered a quiet "come on". Hurrying forward, the first thing he did was try and reach for Zin to pull her away, hoping to get the younger girl out of the fray. As his other hand scrabbled for Preacher in an attempt to grab her arm and drag her back, he shot a glance over his shoulder and addressed the first person he saw.

"Hey Shun, some help would be good."

Lenore balled her tiny hands into fists as she saw Zinnia's hands get knocked aside. She was reminded of her parents talking to her once when she was younger, before they left for their last mission.



"Elenore," they began. "You're a smart little girl, but there may come a time at which you need to fight to protect something important to you."

"'Something important to me'...?" The young girl had asked.

"Yes. Be it a friend, your ideals, or even the city you live in. When you find something important to you, you have to fight to protect it, okay?"

Lenore tilted her head. "Do you have something you fight to protect, Mom and Dad?" Her parents smiled at each other before wrapping the young girl in a hug. "Of course, dear. We have you."



Glaring at Preacher, Lenore darted forward and threw a kick at the older boy's leg. To add to her stupidity, she whirled on Axel and threw a punch at the boy's stomach. It was foolhardy at best - the girl wasn't strong by any standard, and the size difference was substantial. But in that moment, logical thought wasn't part of the girl's repertoire. She had to protect her friend, even if she wasn't actually in danger.

Elliot's hand scabbled at her arm and she whirled on him, throwing out a kick blindly. In the next second, Axel was taunting her and she just couldn't take it. Before she could blink, he had her pinned though, his muscled weight holding her down effectively. She squirmed under him. "Get tha ******** off me!" Preacher screeched. She bucked underneath Axel, trying to heave the heavier man off. Finally, she managed to roll, knocking him off her.

Preacher bounced up just in time to have a..... a book come barreling at her. Preacher blinked in confusion as the book kicked her smartly in the shin. Without a second thought, she swung one arm out, backhanding the lightweight tome across the face. If books had faces. Preacher didn't check, her eyes were still fixed on Axel, that b*****d. She breathed heavily. Hopefully people would stop interrupting.

"Ya don't want ta fight? What did ya call that, ya rat b*****d?! I don't expect you to have honor anyway." She spat on the ground between them. This time, when she came at him, she tried to circle him, kicking out viciously at his knees. She jumped on his back again, grabbing for any type of purchase on Axel's body. One hand found his hair, the other his shirt. The sound of ripping fabric filled the air and she pulled a little too hard. Rearing back, she punched him as hard as she could in the shoulder.

Day 2 > Day 3 (Breaking my own rules shhh)

When Saga had suggested the street rat join the military, the startled look on Preacher's face told him more than he needed to know. The rest of what she'd said confirmed it. It's not that she didn't like the idea, but that she didn't think they would take her.

Maybe that would have been the case, in normal circumstances. He knew what he had to do.

She seemed to take the parade marshal's story well. Saga furrowed his brows in mock hurt and offense as she punched in the arm; though she may have pulled it a bit less than expected. "Oof! What's that? You must not underestimate the wolfmen!
When she began to clutch her side laughing, he gasped in horror, looking around as if there were monsters lurking beyond sight. "You've a strain, I see? Vile fiends, those wolfmen. Vile! To strike even as we dance!" He laughed, and then tried to take her hand in his own. "Then I must go hunt them for you. A father must protect his dear daughter. We will see each other later, I trust!" He saluted with a childlike happiness on his face and left to attend his duties. And start writing that recommendation letter.

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The next day, Saga left the building for a patrol, astride Drakon. He didn't need to be on horseback, of course, but the dark stallion's mood took a darker turn when not taken out for rides, with pent up energy making him anxious.


((insert suspense dun dun dunn!))