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"No," says Shun, unconvinced. "I... I have a wound I can't explain, and you know something. What's going on?"

He seems ready to cause a commotion

Shun narrows his eyes at her. "We get bomb threats sometimes. Skinhead punks who think they're doing everyone a favor blowing the fags sky-high. A street preacher tried to stab one of the queens once. Out on the corner. He was out of costume but glitter sticks to skin," he explains.

"This is a wake," he continues. "Bar's crowded tonight. Makes it a lucrative target for troublemakers. That protest the other day probably didn't help - got attention. Maybe the wrong kind. Jerry's always telling me I'm paranoid, but that's saved my skin more than once."

"So. Last chance."

Shun grits his teeth - and then concedes. "Bathroom's through the curtain next to the bar."

I forgot to roll and thats probably important.

Marcus gave the trio a sad smile, nodding as his knuckles hit the table." Thank you. I hope that next we can meet under well." He let out his breath and did his bext to make his smile come in full force. Morbid talks were no fun, doubly so at a wake. "Let us hope we'll see each other next time with brighter things to discuss."

Moving towards the bar he didn't shy away from the fact Liam was there, but was more curious to the two women. Namely- the twin of Temperance.
"Pardon, I hope this seat is not taken." He sat himself down, offering a hand for introduction. "Marcus Lacroix. I-" He wasn't sure what to say. 'Oh you're this places Temperance.'

He chose a better route, at least he hoped it was better.

"I apologize but, have we met before? I could have sworn-" He scanned the room for the one he was certain to have met in passing at least previously.
".....You have a twin?"

Zac: HP 21
Persuasion (bonuses negated)

“I’m just, used to being ignored, or people blaming it on reading too much.” He mustered.

“It’s just…” He glanced back towards the stage, towards the rift. Good lord he wished he knew more about explosions, he knew people could tell epicenters but how the heck they did he wasn’t sure.

“Around the stage really, maybe the stage itself. You’re as close as I want to get and believe me, I want to get closer, I want to see those dresses. But it just… it’s wrong. I did want to talk to you, it’s just the more I look at it, think about it.”

The wistful, longing tone in his voice about the clothing of the two on stage was no mockery, nor honestly was the horrible anxiety that they would be blown up, again.

“If I were younger I’d probably have done something eminently foolish like pull the fire alarm to get everyone out. It’s that kind of feeling. It's not Sybil, or Mika, absolutely not them, more that there is something 'bad' near the stage.”


He slides the card closer, blinks at the name, picks it up. "Renard Leroux." the hairs on the back of his neck prickle.
"Like Reynard the Fox, fitting, or, well I think that had a Y. Thank you so much, I'll be sure to ask. I'd love to hear what there is to say."

Marcus smiled and tried to imagine how such a thing would play out. Probably very oddly to say the least given the setting.

"..." What to say, how to act.
People were so difficult. Social parties were hard, he really wasn't thinking he was any good at this.
"Olive bet you'd be surprised if you had a twin."

He did his best.

"But really, I was wondering if you might know someone? I've been trying to find her and-" He tailed it off. "She told me her name was Sunny Shore."