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Lenore was flung to the side by the blow, and she landed on her back, the book costume cushioning most of the blow. She tried to get up, but found herself unable to - with the costume on, she only flailed about like a turtle on it's shell. Her lip had been split, and the small wound stung as no endorphins were released to combat it. She flailed about helplessly for a moment more before just giving up and lying on the floor. She heard the boy she had punched yelling at the boy she had kicked, but was unable to see what was happening due to her inability to turn her head.

This sucks.

Preacher saw stars as Axel slammed into her, forcing the breath from her body. She flinched when he yelled, his spit flying into her face. He was worked up about a girl? What the ever-loving ********. For the very first time in Preacher's life, she thought about screaming out her secret to the world. Well, mainly to Axel. What kind of face would he make if he realized he was holding down a girl so hard her wrists would be purple in the morning? And he was good at holding her down. She squirmed desperately, but her movement only met unyielding muscle.

She groaned as he slammed her wrists harder into the unforgiving ground. She needed a way. to get him off of her, soon. A thought sprang to her mind and she licked her lips, mouth dry from the dust. "But..." She began, innocently, almost.... flirtaciously. "You wouldn't know much about girls, judging from how hard you''ve got me pinned down." She gave a little wriggle to illustrate her point. "You've wanted me underneath ya the whole fight, haven't ya, you pervert." With that, Preacher arched her neck upwards and licked along the entire length of his jawline.

He tasted salty - of sweat and dirt and Axel, but her movement startled him. Finally Preacher was able to shift underneath him and pull her hands free. She rolled from underneath him and staggered to her feet, pasting on a cheeky grin. Just as she was about to lunge at him again (a movement much hampered by her currently dizzy state), the sound of hooves loudly echoed around them. s**t. She tried to dive for his ankles anyway.

Mythee

bring on home the Saga trainnnnn

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Forget startled, Axel was horrified.

He flinched when Preacher wiggled. He wasn't as clueless as Saga, he caught what Preacher was suggesting immediately. The lick was just too much. "Agh!" He made a noise of startled disgust and cringed away from Preacher. He didn't try to stop Preacher when Preacher squirmed away.

Axel met that cheeky grin with a flabbergasted, appalled stare, blushing furiously. He jumped back when Preacher dove for him, but not in time, and went crashing to the ground. This time he was the one squirming trying to get away before Preacher licked him again. And then he heard the hooves, and looked up to see none other than the creepy field parade marshal bearing down on them.

He scrambled frantically away from Preacher and stood to face the officer.

[Day 3 + Catching up]

"I kinda... woke up late" Cyril admitted. As he heard the lady saying what job we could do he sighed. It was either dressing in costume or toss flowers around like an idiot. At least he could himself in the ox cart while tossing flowers. "Ox-carts" He said bluntly.


Cyril was suppose to be helping the others that signed up for ox-cart duty but he saw a tiny scuffle going on. He went to see what was going on at the barge. He saw someone familiar althought he had never spoken a word to them. He tugged at person's shirt. "Hey whats this all about?" he asked the pink haired boy looking at the fight before him.

"You're still as talkative as ever." Elliot noted dryly, though honestly, it wasn't bad having quiet company either. Still, being around Shun made him feel like he talked a lot, which was...pretty odd, to say the least. Elliot was never really the chatty one--Bas and Kody had always fulfilled those roles in his life."Well. If MP is out of the question, any idea who exactly you intend on joini--"

Cutting himself off, Elliot glanced to the side as another boy--one who was vaguely familiar--addressed him. Lips twisting into a bit of a grimace, he jerked his head in the direction of Preacher and Axel. "Honestly, I'm not entirely sure. There was yelling, and then that one--"--He pointed to Preacher--"Suddenly threw himself at the other. People have been trying to help break up the fight, but...well." He gestured towards where Lenore and Zin were.

"At the very least, it seems like that fight will be broken up soon enough. Don't think I've ever caught your name, by the way...?"

"Rosalie?" Alec echoed her, eyeing her name plate. He'd take her word for it. Once the dark haired girl stepped away from what she'd read, he ran his fingers over it in 3 motions just like she spoke them. Not that it helped him any.

He could remember the name she'd spoken and call it good.

This one was equally fitting of his name. His single white star, and short blaze down his muzzle on an otherwise dark horse was striking. The letters F-L-A-S-H were on the male horse’s name plate. After several tries reading it as H-S-A-L-F, (along with several other confusing variations) it deterred him from trying further. Alec wanted to ask Shankuntala to read it too him, but was worried she would laugh. Times like now he wished he'd tried harder in school, or had less trouble with letters.

Then again..she didn't seem the type to laugh like that.. "I'm sorry big guy..not sure about your name but it’s nice to meet you." he smiled at the horse patting it gently with a gloved hand, to which Flash was clearly eager to be out and about.

"I thought I heard him say that, let's go for it!" Her pleasant attitude was easy to find inspiration from. Grabbing a saddle of his own he stepped in with his horse and with practiced ease, securely strapped him in so it wouldn't slip. Giving the saddle an experimental rustle to make sure it was set.

"Say, where did you learn to ride from?" Alec asked curiously turning to look at Shankuntala.

"I try not to say more than what's needed."

Shun took a moment to make sure the tether was secure. He soon paused to turn towards Elliot, who was soon joined by Cyril.

"Scouting legion," he stated plainly. Others might think he's crazy for it, but he had some reasons for it. Elliot didn't ask why so he didn't elaborate any further.

To be honest, he was also mildly surprised that the current brawl didn't involve him as well for once.

A hint of relief washed along the hunters face for a moment, before he gave a subtle nod in response, "yeah, I'm security too." he replied, giving a small glance around to see if any of their other fellow comrades were on their way over too. The introduction was a little surprising for Mykanos, causing him to turn his attention back to the pink haired fella, and give a pause of his own, "Mykanos." he responded back. When was the last time he'd given someone his name? felt like ages by now...

Just as he was about to ask where they were needed, and should start, Elliot had reacted to some sort of scuffle going on. Looks like they had their first line of business to attend to... Following after the little guy, Mykanos' movements were fluid and actually quite graceful, standing beside the tussling, and assisting with pulling back those who'd gotten themselves into the unsavory situation. Being the strong sort, this was an easy task for him. Holding one by the scruff of their shirt, he looked to Elliot in a sort of 'what now?' expression.