Danny was beginning to feel a bit awkward, the way she always did as big dinner parties went on. Soon the small talk turned into awkward pauses- that was the way these things always worked.
But then- THEN something marvelous happened. Absolute chaos broke out. If there was one place Danny thrived, it was in chaos.
"YAAAAAY!!!" she screeched happily, picking up a pie and throwing it at the person sitting across her at the table. After throwing the pie she began to do a happy little dance. Fun!! Happy!!
As if Cyril's actions weren't bad enough, more trouble had soon sprung up from an outside source. Some street gang had decided to come by to try and take whatever they wanted. Sure. Fine. Whatever. But then they started to trash the damn place and getting food everywhere. Bits of pie flew into his shoulder as chaos erupted.
Slowly, he clenched his fists and stood up from his seat. He still held onto his dinner knife as he turned towards the perpetrators. If they were simply stealing, that was one thing. But now they were wasting a lot of this food. And most likely, they wouldn't stop until they had their kicks. This wasn't a matter of feeding themselves. They were just causing trouble for the hell of it as far as he was concerned. Besides, given how he was technically military now, he supposed he should do something. They've pissed him off, anyway.
Narrowing his eyes, he soon shot a glance towards Lenore. Over all, the gang was outnumbered by the patrons... if others actually did something about this.
"You wanted a fight? Well you have one now. Help stop these shitheads before they waste the rest of this ******** food," he hissed before flinging his steak knife at one of the gangsters. He had his own blade if need be, but he wasn't about to throw that away.
Rikki was actually kind of enjoy the dinner, awkward as it may be. The food was good and at least his table was trying to talk and be friendly. That was good enough.
Mostly the food did it.
So when some guys walked in like they owned the joint and started wrecking the banquet, he was understandably upset. He stood up from his seat with his fists curled. "You can't just waltz in here and ruin an event," He said, shoving a guy in the chest towards the exit. "You're taking food right out of people's mouths for your own selfish reasons, you asses."
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[ Sebastian Schneider | Table 1 | Receiving a Pie to the Face ]
It never failed that some idiots would decide to simply ******** things up for the fun of it. Bas grew concerned as a group of hooligans meandered into the banquet, and even more so when they announced their intentions to take everything. Really, he didn't see the point in causing such a ruckus, but his first instinct was to grab some of the people at his table and slip away before the gang decided to take violent action. These sorts of things always ran the risk of becoming more, and Bas was full enough on food that he'd be more than happy to take his leave and just let this gang run amok until they wore themselves out. With any luck, they'd just glutton themselves and pass out like idiots.
Sebastian sighed warily, and began to sit up from his seat when he suddenly had a pie flung at his face. Danny's aim, amazingly, was spot on as the cherry pie smacked him head-on. Bits of cherry filling and pie crust ran down his face, and for a moment the red color could make it seem like he was bleeding. Almost.
He stared across the table to Danny, looking completely and utterly dumbfounded. Anger wasn't the first thing he felt, especially when she was doing such a happy dance! He sighed again, wiping some of the pie filling off of his face as he rounded the table over to Danny's side. "How about we go throw food somewhere else?" It was like talking to a child!
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[ Cecilia Allegri | Table 2 | Attacking ]
For a while, things had been going so well. Sure, her table didn't consist of the chattiest of people, but she had found their company to be welcoming nonetheless. Honestly, there was little more that she could have asked for--she had had food, people to bother company, and had been genuinely enjoying herself...
Until they showed up.
Bad guys.
The switched in her brain flicked. At once, she suddenly went from regular ol' Cecilia to heroine Cecilia, which really just meant that she was about to make an utterly stupid and not very well-thought out decision. As expect, the girl abruptly leapt out of her seat, running towards one of the troublemakers...
And then she launched herself at them.
"Go away, you no good doers!" She cried, attempting to cling to the individual's back like a monkey, "Cease your villainy at once!"
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[ Danny Fitz | Table 1 | Pie-ing Rikki too ]
A long pause.
"YEAAAAAAAH!!!!!!" Danny excitedly picked up a plate of mashed potatoes and tugged Bas to come along, aiming to go take out Shun. Shun's surprised face would be hilarious, and it would be fun to share a laugh later among friends.
.....
Okay Shun looked scary right now, but Rikki only looked midly irked! That was good enough! She smooshed the plate right into his face and then began dancing once more, giggling with the joy of a five year old. "Your turn Bas your turn!!"
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[[Adalwolfa Westhofen || Table 1 || Defending with a, uh... Spoon? ]]
s**t hit the fan in no time. Adalwolfa's mouth dropped in awe with a bit of food falling out as a posse of thugs maneuvered their way into the building and suddenly proclaimed the mass amount of food as theirs. While that was enough to get her blood boiling (they were stealing the food she was going to steal; not fair!), they were also wasting it by making them airborne projectiles. Thinning her lips, she kicked herself from her chair to standing. The seat clattered to the ground as her fists balled.
"Aw, hell no," she growled beneath her breath. "Being a d**k is one thing, but when you-"
Kersplat!
And just like that, she was silenced with an apple pie to the face. The grey-haired girl's growl became throaty and audible as the dessert's sticky interior slid slowly from her features leaving behind clumps of cinnamon and fruit across her cheeks, brow, and parted bangs. Enough was enough, she was going to help put an end to this.
"C'mon you creeps, show me what you got!" she shouted.
This instigation had to catch one of the thugs' attention, right? Unfortunately, the girl didn't have any experience under her breath unless a fight was verbal. That didn't stop her from slapping a hand on her plate and clawing up one of the utensils.
"I'll cut you into ribbons with a... spoon?" The girl quirked a brow. s**t, this didn't look good...
[Farvardin Wyman | Table 4 | "Slapping" a thug with her bow]
Farvardin listened to what Andrea and Alec were saying about one of the games. It sounded challenging! And there was nothing she loved more than a challenge. She'd have to find it some time and play.
"Oh cool. I would love to see what they've done to make a hunting range. I bet it's better game than what I usually hunt." She commented. She then spotted the apple pie at their table and just stopped. Apple. Pie. She had to have some. She was reaching out for it when the commotion occurred.
She looked up to see a bunch of thugs start stealing food and then throwing it to the ground and at guests. "Hey.... not cool." She then saw a hand move towards the pie she wanted and turned to see one of the punks grab it. The punk then threw it to the ground and laughed.
Farvardin shot out of her chair and picked up her bow. Her mind was blank as she was so furious about her dessert being trashed. A couple of steps brought her right behind the guy who ruined her dessert. "FOR THE PIE!!!!!!!" She screamed while swinging her hunting bow at the punk's head like it was a stick or bat. It was probably a good thing that her quiver on her back was devoid of any arrows. Things would really get out of hand if it had any in it.
No, he was supposed to be leading Danny away from danger, not towards it! But, really, he wasn't doing the leading. Danny could be quite forceful when she wanted to, and Bas was dragged alongside her by his arm as she made towards a new conquest. Okay, the wrong sort of person. Shun looked completely pissed off, and both Bas and Danny seemed to realize that at the same time, because as she turned her adorably vicious eyes towards Rikki, Bas was suddenly in complete agreement with the choice.
"Nice eye, there!" he complimented the young woman as she flung her mashed potatoes at some poor unfortunate boy. It was better than aiming at one of the actual punks who had started this mess... Though, looking to the side, he could see one of them coming his way.
He had actually picked up a plate of noodles to join Danny in her game, but instead stepped a few steps away from Danny and aimed a punch square at the wannabe gangster's face. Better stop any malicious intent before it started! Danny didn't look like she could defend herself, and for some reason he immediately looked back over his shoulder to make sure she saw that he was participating in the game.
...a little more violently, of course.
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[Cyril Lor ll Table 3 ll Attacking a gangster]
As the tension between Shun and Cyril started to escalate something else came to interrupt them. This time it wasn't Danny blocking his punch. It was gangsters stealing food and trashing the place. Cyril wasn't exactly a saint himself having caused alot of trouble in the town but he had his morals and these guys clearly didn't.
He saw his table was surrounded as they were taking their food as well. Even the little potato that he threw at Shun was snatched. "Jeez these guys are deserate" Cyril said.
Hearing Shun's words he decided to attack one of the gangsters himself grabbing Lenore's steak knife since he wasn't about to pull out his own knife and bring attention to himself. It was better to use something that was blatently there. "Heh, you don't gotta tell me twice" he said to Shun. Cyril decided that he would have to work with the man he'd been quarelling with throughout this whole festival. He knew stopping these guys was more important and he knew that him and Shun were more than capable of causing damage.
[ Alec Scott | Table 4 | Be applaud and yell like they care ]
He was actually about to get up and grab that roll he'd been wanting when he was confronted with a bunch of idiots making asses of themselves. His table mates had been fine, easy enough to speak with..but this was a god damn ******** s**t storm. Were people this seriously daft in the head? The young teen looked miffed, uttering a swear as they made waste of the good. The chaotic situation made his throat tense, and an uneasiness settle in his gut. Going off his displeasure he opened his mouth before he could think. Of all the lowest things a group of human beings could do...
"Are you ******** kidding me whats the matter with you?!" He glared, a bit of a shake to his stance but stubborn set to his jaw. Not much in height nor stature, he pushed back his chair, passing by Jarrell and Andrea in-front of them already advancing towards one of the thugs.Were they seriously THROWING good food? The red head was baffled, and namely out raged. While his first natural reaction was too run, it was Farvadin screaming and charging into battle that prompted the small teen to get up..defending himself with the knife he'd been eating with.
"You aren't just going to get away with this..." he pointed his makeshift weapon at the thug giving the guy a shove with his other hand as she/he broke a plate. He'd try and stop them. Although Alec was certain it wouldn't end well he was still by the girl with the bows side dealing with his own singular thug. If they actually swung back he might go running..but for now his out rage out weighed his desire to take cover.
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[ Deacon Prevost | Table 1 | FIGHT ]
Besides the fact that Deacon might have been trying to urge anger at his own table to result in flying fists, it had been a small scale of disturbance that he'd imagined possible. Small. Miniscule. Insignificant.
Then suddenly someone was plucking food from their table, and in the moment it took for what was happening to click a newcomer had plucked a messy handful of food from the table.
He reacted in a swiftly ignited rage, pushing away from the table and bolting from his seat. One arm aimed an elbow for a thug's jaw as he rose, other hand grasping for the back of his chair with the full intentions of breaking it over someone's skull.
"Where'd you boys learn your ******** manners?!"
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Axel was pissed. He was most definitely not falling for some irritating little street punk's charms. He was quickly losing his temper. The newcomer egging them on didn't help matters, either. The fact that he was sitting at a full table, in full view of the feast's overseers didn't matter. His lip curled in an expression of mingled disgust and anger and he shoved his seat back from the table.
He was standing, ready to either storm out or punch Preacher in the face (he hadn't decided on which, not yet) when chaos broke out.
It was, in a way, the perfect solution to his dilemma. The raggedy a** urchins looked pretty much like the infuriating Preacher, but they had even worse manners. They would make the perfect target for his foul mood. Irate, Axel whirled on the nearest street rat with his plate in hand, ready to smash it against the side of the thug's head.
Jarrell had, possibly, been not paying attention when the others introduced themselves. Or perhaps he just wanted them to address him directly. Maybe the food had just been too distracting... Either way he was content for the moment to sit and hear about their slightly wealthier table partner and he could only wonder what brought her down to this festival. Surely the food she got at home was comparable, if not better, than this event feast?
He'd had his mouth open, questions about her home just on the tip of his tongue, restrained jealousy clawing slowly at his mind, when the thugs arrived. It was actually a pleasant distraction from his own feelings on their classist system. Food started to fly, others from different tables were launching themselves into the throng.
Jarrell sat quietly and watched, his hands folded in front of him. A piece of cutlery flew past his head and he barely even blinked.
Until a piece of carved meat was flipped and slapped onto the front of his vest. Unreasonable anger bubbled inside of him. These nice things he owned were tended carefully, maintained by himself in effort to not look like someone from the poor districts. Other's blatant disregard just couldn't be tolerated.
He rose slowly, approached the culprit, and gave him a hard shove.
