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When Braig noticed Markus notice Braig ((Wait a minute. . . *puzzles sentence out*)), he quickly turned his head, lifted the menu, and slouched in his seat. All thoughts of fat people were drawn from his head. He wasn't worried about Markus too much, or about Pummel, but he had picked up the thought message from Markus, and he realized Siyo was here too, somewhere. Outnumbered. Kaka-poopie. He was in trouble here. Hopefully, they wouldn't try anything here. Fat people panicked easily (And squeled like pigs biggrin ). As the waitress came by (She was fat too. . . ) he ordered a large, medium-rare steak, a salad (in the garbage. salad wasn't food. It was a promisery note that food was to come), and more water.

Markus smiled at Pummel, "He's just waiting, I wish he was afraid of us." I'm not your slave, but very well. Markus said to Siyo, he focused all his powers, and made a civilian slowly start to rise into the air. He directed him around slowly, being careful not too harm him. He manipulated the Man's voice box. "I am the amazing human butterfly!" The man declared triumphantly, Markus like a puppeteer. He made the man fly to the third floor of a building, and manipulated his hands so he looked like he was walking up the building. All the crowd of people were ditsracted.

Braig raised his eyebrows as Markus made a fat guy into the Amazing Human Butterfly. Wincing, Braig covered his eyes. Oh, my God. What the hell is this? He sat up and looked outside again, and ducked down once more. When he looked out again, he was wearing eyeglasses and a fake beard, and. . .no wait, he had switched tables. That really WAS a guy with glasses and a hairy face. Braig was sitting three tables over now, wearing glasses and a fake moustache. The unfortunate bespectacled bearded man was shot in the head. Braig dived down to the floor, out of site, and crawled away. "Get down, you fat people!" He cried, cackling "They're gonna shoot the easy targets first!" This, of course, caused a mass panic, as large sweaty bodies stampeded for exits.

Braig cursed, and tore off a fat guy's . . . whatever the frilly things people where over their tuxedos are called. . . and used it to wipe most of the stuff off, and he pulled out the bullet that had struck him. He darted into the mercifully windowless bathroom, and washed the wound under the water. When it was as clean as possible, he unhooked a shield from his back, and pulled out his spare shock pistol, and barricaded the bathroom door. Force the enemy into a bottleneck.

[[yo, idiots with the crossbow and the guy with the machinery on ur face, this isn't the place to fight. You vampires and hunters are such @$$holes sometimes]]

Ceon stood up and walked over to the table where the lady vampire sat with her date and stood next to the vampire. "Excuse me sir, may I steal your date for a minute? I need to ask her a few questions. It'll take almost no time at all, I promise." Ceon's gun slipped through his sleeve and into his hand as he held the gun under the table, pointed at the man's stomach.

Markus lowered the...portly gentleman to the ground, and kept ahold of Pummel's hand. He made a small mind shield around them, and ran through the crowd, boffering people out of the way. He walked into a small enclave, concealed from the view of the street. "It's madness out their, damn Siyo and his cack-handed shooting. We'll be safe here, Braig has probably scarpered by now." He smiled, and leaned against a wall. "It was all so calm a few minutes ago" He said miserably. "Why does everything seem to happen around us? Braig manages to find us, so does Siyo, and then I'm forced to tire myself out using damned useless powers. Then I have too heal my inevitable wounds, and it's all a mess!" He said feebly. He exhaled deeply, and sat on a small box, covered by a blanket. "It's still better then spending christmas in England though, I have to admit."

(I'm talking about Rogue. She's one of the elders and if you don't wrap it up I assure you that you will get the crap beaten out of you.))

((The guy's shooting a crossbow. I'm pretty sure mortals get suspicious when someone is shooting a crossbow at someone hiding behind fat people))