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Tehra sighed as she finished up her drink. There was little action here, save for the people that seemed to be entering and leaving and reentering. She felt a muttering under the surface, like something was going on, ripples that would become a wave. Tehra wasn't sure, but the urgency with which the boy had left with the cop and the girl who had entered just moments before exited with the strange girl with glasses. She drew in a breath, wishing the crowd would get excited. Tehra wanted to go pull out her outfit and blade so badly, but it was definately not the right time for that. So the girl stood up and began to walk around the room, looking for interaction.

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For a second, Kailey didn’t think Danielle intended to return, but she did. Thankfully. “Follow me!” Kailey exclaimed with appreciation. She led the girl outside the club and into the back lot.

The one where nobody ever went to, because it’s not mentioned in the description of Pacific Unity…

“It’s limited to animals,” Kailey began, “But I guess it’s kind of cool, if you can get passed the freaky part.” That said, Kailey bent forward, her figure shifting, gaining deep, shimmering grey fur. She wheeled around and snarled playfully at Danielle. A wolf.

The wolf circled Danielle a couple of times, slowly, not intending to intimidate, but making the point. And then she leapt at the girl, inches from her face transforming yet again, this time shrinking incredibly, sprouting wings and an antenna. A butterfly. Gracefully, Kailey fluttered away from Danielle.

She returned back to her human form, laughing. “I love wolves,” she said. “I’m sorry, it’s sort of a freaky thing, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

James Cross looked around to see if anyone was watching. That was a negative so he slowly took a deep breath and got up, walking towards the bathroom. He entered the bathroom and closed the door behind him. James knew that this boy was suspicious of him. Hell! If someone had come up to James and demanded to talk with him immediately James would be suspicious too. This was important though. Very important.

James thought over how he should start this conversation. He didn't want to just suddenly start talking to the boy about it. Then he thought of exactly how to start of the conversation. He was an idiot for not thinking about it sooner. "I know this probably is all very strange to you," James started. "And I am sorry if I am freaking you out a bit. Perhaps I should explain myself. But first, my name is James Cross and you are?"

"That's quite something! You know, I've heard it's really just a small step from animal forms to human ones." Danielle laughed, genuinely happy to finally meet someone else her age with such a remarkable ability. "I just wonder what happens to your left over mass when you transform-" Danielle's reference to an inside joke was cut short, however, when she heard the drumbeat coming from inside the PU. It was a series of long and short beats; morse code.

It was very bad news.

"You need to go somewhere far away! Somewhere where you can't here them play," she shouted, running back into the Pacific Unity. She flew back up to the booth, slammed the door and secured it with a chair. She hadn't expected them to play "Riot," so she hadn't bothered reinforcing the door. Without extra protection, there was a fair chance the crowd could break in. She just needed a few minutes to-

Her brother began playing a deceivingly soothing tune on his guitar. The crowd laughed, swaying to the music. At first, they swayed in different directions; clearly goofing off. Soon, however, they began to sway in harmony. Everyone's eyes glazed over as they moved in unison to the gentle rhythm of Andrew's guitar. Then Brandon cleared his throat at the mic and Danielle cringed.

As Jesin surveyed the floor, the drummer started up an interesting rhythm, then the guitarist started playing a smooth riff that started the crowd swaying. She couldn't help but sway along, relaxing into the sound of it. She'd always thought there was something powerful about music. Even crappy music. More powerful in good music than crappy music, but that didn't matter so much right at the moment.

The music probably would have kept her swaying if not for the cool feeling that started to run up her arm. Curse her scaliness! She snapped out of the trance, glad she still had her jacket on and the scales weren't up to her face. She wished she'd gone with a hoodie, though. What if her face started breaking out?

Pulling back from the dance foor seemed like a good idea, so she started to back away, glancing around for some shadows or something to hide in. In her glancing, she noticed Cait and Jay, and also Tehra, all of whom she sort of recognized from school. She waved a little bit, although she didn't especially expect to be recognized or greeted. It was dark, after all.

The music was still pulling at her. Even as she moved away from the dance floor, her head still swayed a bit...

James Cross stood there in awe. The boy, whose name was "Thomas Cane" just booked it. He couldn't believe his luck. He was so close to getting answers. Why was this stupid kid being so stubborn? James gave himself only a moment to think and then sprinted after the boy. Just as James opened up the bathroom door, he saw the boy making his way towards the other side of the club. James put distance between them and slowly started to follow him, making sure that when this "Thomas" sent glances his way he would duck behind someone of something.

The crowd was becoming insanely into the song that was being played and James could tell because it seemed like virtually everybody was swaying, almost too much, with the music. James even felt himself sometimes stop what he was doing and just rock back and forth to the sound of the music. Ever time this happened he had to shake his head and continue his search. Finally James saw the boy stop at a table with a black haired girl. The boy threw his hood over his head, probably to stop James from seeing him, but the boy was too late.

James became frustriated with this wild goose chase. I mean c'mon! If he really wanted to he could arrest the kid, bring him back to the station, and juice him for information, but that would not be right. James decided to try his luck with this boy one more time and started making his way towards him when all of a sudden the sway started to pick up and James could tell because the people swaying were so powerful that they knocked him over. James fell flat over, but the weird thing is that the fall didn't hurt. It didn't even tingle. That was weird. Usually a fall like that would twist an ankle and bruise something... but it didn't even seem to hurt! James got up but was again knocked down by the surprising swaying of the people, but this time their feet were starting to move... and move rapidly. James thrust himself up with all the power he could and stood his ground.

Looking at the crowd as a whole was now like looking at the Delmor ocean right before a storm. This crowd was starting to mosh and when that happens... a riot is soon to start. James had been educated enough in his studies at Gilligan's Police Academy to know the signs of an upcoming riot and he needed to put an end to it. James looked back at the boy known as "Thomas Cane" and made a quick mental note of where he was. 'I will have to come back to you later...' James thought as he started pushing his way as best he could towards the stage.

Cait looked at the boy standing in front of her and blinked for a second, trying to understand what he'd said. He looked familiar, and probably attended DUHS with her. It was too noisy in the club and though Cait couldn't understand what he'd wanted, the look on his face and the sudden appearance of a hoodie said everything he had and more. "Trying to get out of a bad date, Eh?" Cait shouted, and laughed, "Of course you can sit here. My friend's coming back with drinks soon, so you should blend in just fine."

Tehra had perked up as she'd heard the crowds screams cease when that particularly soft music came on. She turned her head, strangely unaffected by the music. Tehra gave her newfound race credit for that. She stood up and was making her way through the crowd to the exit to retrieve her blade and outfit.

Damien sensed the riot as well. His eyes instantly went to Tehra, her pink hair making her obvious to him. She was walking outside. He didn't want her around here alone. It was time to make his presence known. He drew in a breath as she pushed through the crowd, even though they didn't seem so riot likely now. He was tired of waiting.