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((Preacher || Table 1 || FIGHT))

Preacher shot Deacon the dirtiest of looks. Busybody. She was about to protest when Axel stood and bit her lip instead. It looked like a fight was inevitable now. She welcomed it; her knuckles itched. So she smirked, and when she spoke, her voice was full of ire. "Ohhh? Do try to contain your lust, Axel. You must be lone-" A movement caused her to pause. s**t. In an instant all her muscles tensed. That gang was full of troublemakers: lovers of chaos for chaos' sake. Disgusting wastes of space. Preacher's fans was not upstanding by any means, but they typically kept to themselves. These guys destroyed rather than taking. It was solely about domination for them.

And then Danny hurled a pie. "What the ******** are you doing?!" she screeched. This wasn't just a food fight, but the silly girl thought it was time to 'have fun'. Preacher didn't have time for this, and instead hissed at Sebastian. "Control her!" As the violence escalated, Preacher put two fingers to her mouth and whistled piercingly. Once, twice, thrice. The shrill noise floated above the din, alerting her fellow memebers to either flee or get ready to fight. She felt a vague sense of motion from Axel and saw him fling himself into the fight. At least there was one good thing about him.

Quickly, she emptied her pockets of any food and tied the long vest up around her waist. Voluminous clothing meant more ways to grab you in a fight. She cast a quick eye over her tablemates; Adal was using a spoon to defend herself. Preacher rolled her eyes and slid a knife across the table. "Adal, here!" And with that, Preacher plunged into the fray herself. She ducked under a table and darted between innocent townsfolk towards the instigators. Her body was a blur as she twisted and moved with an agility belied by her appearance. A familiar head appeared in front of her.

"Shun," she called out. "Gimme a boost!" She knew him vaguely. They ran in different gangs, but friendly gangs. Tinker didn't interfere with their activities, they didn't mess with Tinker's. She thought they were solely a thieving outfit. Of course, Preacher could be wrong, but at least they didn't dabble in child prostitution. Barely giving him time to react, she barreled into him and richoeted off his back, using the momentum to give her that final push to leap on a ruffian's back. He went down with her on top of him, demolishing a chair as he went. As he fell, Preacher hooked a foot around another's ankle, trying to topple two with one fell swoop. The one she had pinned was a big ******** and stronger than her, though, and it would be a fast fight to see if Preacher could take him out before he heaved her small weight off of him.

[Anton Gottlieb - Table 3 - Search for Andrea]

Anton had been enjoying himself, the food was Heaven sent and the bickering that his table mates were getting into was hilarious, he had to stifle laughter at Cyril's antics, lugging a forkful of potatoes at Shun, that guy had a death wish that was for sure.

The smile was immediately wiped off his face as he saw the gangsters come in, and not only eat all of the food, but ruin it. That pissed him off beyond belief. He could have maybe understood if it in any way was going to benefit the gangsters, but it wasn't, they were just being pests. One gangster shoved him to the ground, and that's when he had enough of this bullshit. Jumping to his feet, he yanked out two small daggers, some of the smugglers had given him for protection back in Trost. This was really nothing new to him, but he didn't like it. He kicked Andrea's stuff more under the table, if her things were taken he obviously would not be getting paid. Speaking of Andrea, he bet a rich lady had no use in defending herself, again, a dead woman would not be giving him money. He eyed the crowd for her.

For once, being relatively small was a blessing rather than a curse. Everyone about him was in complete chaos, so he sneaked through mostly unnoticed. Before he got into a skirmish with anyone, he thought he should find Andrea, to make sure she was alright. He didn't know if these gangsters were actually dangerous, but he kept if daggers out in case another tried to lunge at him. He had know qualms killing anyone one of these jerks.

gangster rolls!

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Blade Kuroda

The path of the knife was strong and true, mowing right through one of the punks long, luxurious locks that were resting on his shoulders. A sharp gasp was given, and a raised arm that was poised to toss some green bean casserole at the back of someones head was halted.
"M-My... my hair!" the gang member shrieked in absolute agony and despair, dropping all in his hands to cradle and cuddle the severed tresses tenderly, tears already starting to well up in his eyes.
Shun had managed to immobilize one of the trouble makers!

DarkHeartedSorrow

A big, intimidating member of the group of hooligans was fervently stuffing their face with what ever their hands could get ahold of, when they noticed Rikki's approach. Turning to face the other, face messy with all sorts of delicacies, their blank, eyes boring into the displeased man's face. The spouted frustrations held no effect... it wasn't until hands were placed upon the big brutes chest that a reaction was seen. Instantly... Rikki would come to realize that this was in fact no dude at all... but a dudette. A hot flush of red raised right up on the punks cheeks, and a rather girlish giggle was made. Following the momentum of the push, the lady backed away shyly, and took to the sidelines, bashfully peeking at Rikki.

Kaiyumi

Turned away, this particular individual did not see the young girl who was now clinging to his back like a baby opossum. But once he felt her latched on, his head turned very slowly, to reveal the ring that was hanging between his two nostrils. Flaring said openings, he gave a very narrowed glare to Cecilia, mouth smeared with grease. A hand slowly reached for the food nearest to him, a pasta of some sort, and grabbed as much as possible to splat right atop of the young lady's head. He then proceeded to snort hot breath in her face, before slowly lowering himself into a crouched position. From here, the guy started to buck around like a wild bull in attempts to dislodge the clingy parasite from him, even taking the liberty to go running into others near them to create even more chaos, knocking plenty onto their keesters!

NaomiNaomi

A snickering would be heard by Adalwolfa, as a rather cocky looking member of the group of party crashers simply stood there, staring at her attempts at threatening. Arms crossed over his chest, and a brow crooked, he marched right up to her and got uncomfortably close... to where they could almost touch. Leaning in so that their faces were pretty darn near pressed to each other, he lifted a finger and ran it along the side of one of her cheeks, grabbing up the apple pie that was clinging to her, before plunking his fingers into his mouth for a taste. "Mm. Not bad." he replied contently, leaning in to lick the other side of her face to get some more of the pie, before a finger dabbed along her forehead to grab up some whipped cream for an extra addition... clearly having far too much fun patronizing her, before walking off without any qualms to create some more havoc.

Bluedemonwolf

It was quite unfortunate that the thug that'd moved in on Farvardin and company's space was a greenhorn. He was just learning the ropes, a young kid, and still rather hesitant with false confidence backed by his comrades. It was probably because of his hesitance, and flimsy assertion that got him the whacking of a lifetime. He'd just been about to try scaring her with some sort of childish attempt with lifted arms, and some scary monster noise, when that bow was raised up. He could see his life flash before his eyes... before the weapon even hit him! but a solid crack was heard as it made contact, an empty look flattening on his face, as he slowly fell over like a cut tree.

Krysin

The White Knights actions were admirable, and true, to be sure! So gallant he was to defend a young miss in distress!
But today was not this knights day. The chosen thug that a hit was thrown to was a shorter fella, and skinny like a rail.... hardly intimidating at all. However, when the punch was thrown, it was so easily avoided, it was almost scary with how fast the reaction was! With a bored expression contorted on his face, the thug retaliated with pulling Bas's punching arm forward, to send the momentum further, while he kicked out the poor knights knees, sending him flying forward and crashing to the ground. "Pathetic try, kid." came a shockingly deep, bassy voice from the little thug, before he waltzed off to nab himself some cinnamon rolls!

Fantastical Jamz

Whether Cyril chose his opponent or not, it didn't seem to matter. Just as he'd plucked up his weapon of choice, and went out to aid in the defense of the party, a towering, behemoth of a man stepped right in front of the guy to block his path. The round, giant of a man growled at Cyril like a canine would, deep in his throat, before grabbing the 'scruff' of the attacking mans shirt, and slowly lifting him up off the ground. Dark eyes stared right into Cyril's, before a snap of his teeth was given, "Get outta my way.." he sneered, and gave a toss of the snatched up defender to the side.

leon_a_darkangel

Laughing merrily, kicking and stomping on fallen food, while grabbing up and crushing some in her own hand, the rude member apart of those ruining the event stopped to stare at the young kid. Smirking, she started to snicker, and fell back into some laughter again, "You kiddin' me with that, kid?" she giggled, a hand reaching out to playfully poke and prod at the extended knife, showing she held no fear towards it. Pursing out her lips slightly, she bent to get eye level with him, and cutesied up her voice, "And what are you going to do with this wittle dull knife, hmmm?" she cooed, before her other hand quickly came around fast to smash a handful of curry rice right on Alec's face, smearing it all around, "Nothin', that's what." with that, she straightened up, gave one last amused glance, and turned to continue with the reign of terror.

Hitsuzen

Chugging down a pint of wine, head tipped allllll the way back, a short, and stout little guy was having more than his fair share of the grapes bounty. Giving a loud burp, his body wobbled, and swayed a little, just getting out of the way of an incoming attack. Delayed blinking in surprise, the thug laughed suddenly and obnoxiously, before using the metal pitcher, still somewhat full, to throw at Deacon, before turning to scurry off in search of something else to get into... his path veering and swerving.

troll toll

Growling, and roaring about like a wild animal, one of said street rats wasn't really paying attention to what he was doing, or giving much care to friendly fire or otherwise. Tossing food, knocking out chairs and tossing some around, he had just picked up a few plates in passing himself, and had his arms outstretched to knock against anyone that got within his perimeter. It was the sudden crashing of smashed ceramic that drew his attention to Axel, seeing that he too had had a plate in tow as well... and that both were now shattered and on the ground, with a single shard remaining in both mens hands. Staring at Axel, then the piece still in hand, and then the pieces on the ground, he returned back up to look at Axel, before a goofy grin upturned on his face with a shrug. Looks like it was a draw!

iloveyouDIE

Feeling very smug, and arrogant about his feats, the little thug was shouting, and running his mouth with entitled comments. Spouting this and that about how his gang were the rulers here, and how everyone should bow down to them, his high pitched laughter ringing and piercing the eardrums. When he nailed that piece of chicken on his target, more of that laughter exploded from him, along with slews of insults. But that all started to teeter out as Jarrell got up and began to approach him. "H-hey back up man!" he yelled, with false threat in his tone. When he earned the shove, a gasp caught in his throat, and a look of a terrified puppy shifted on his face. Quickly, he turned tail and ran to go hide behind one of the larger members of his troupe.

The Semblance of Unity

It was certainly a surprise, to say for sure, when that small weight landed onto a monstrous thugs back, who was rather enjoying dining on some of the rare seafood that was at his disposal. Grunting loudly as he was introduced with the ground, he groaned softly as his stomach felt the pangs of the impact, along with his chest. Staying still for awhile, almost as if he were knocked out from the blow, he could see in the corner of his eyes a few of his teammates getting bothered by the little twerp that was perched on his back. With a great heave of a breath, a wide, massive hand reared back and grabbed onto Preacher's arm, yanking her right off with a swift motion. Shifting his own body to get back onto his feet, he held her up to dangle, getting a looksee, before his other arm came around to grab her by one of her legs. With both appendages on the same side, he started to spin around, and around, gaining speed, before flinging her right at one of her fellow guests!

Qixel

There were a couple of the thugs who had decided to stuff their stomachs and mouths with as much food as they could, before getting into the thick of the fight. Plenty were gorging themselves on the delicious poultry, tearing into it like there was no tomorrow! But when that voice rung high and true, all of them slowed their chewing to a quick halt. Worms....? Looking at one another, they spat out what was in their mouths, and backed up quickly, wiping at their tongues as though that may cleanse them!

You are free to continue rping with one another, once you have your gang member response! Should you want to continue fighting thugs, roll 2 dice that are 10 sided { 2d10}. The first roll will be the thugs, the second one your characters. Whose ever roll is highest is the victor in the bout.

[ Danny Fitz | Table 1 | Down with everyone also Shun needs 2 have fun ]

Watching Bas punch a person in the face, Danny couldn't help but think Bas was very serious about food fights. "Be careful dude!" she shouted. Not so much an attempt to stop him- Danny loved a good brawl as much as the next person, but being safe was important too!

SPLAT.

She'd only taken a few seconds to glance at Bas when the entirety of her shoulder was coated in thick, sugary gravy. "Ewwwww," Danny squealed, but not with unhappiness. She gave Bas and Rikki a look, and then picked up a shepard's pie, smooshing it into one girl's (Ceci's) backside.

Then she grabbed a thick bowl of applesauce and chucked it Preacher, whom she recognized from her table. "More more more!" she squeaked, positively overflowing with excitement and happiness.

She then realized there was one person who still wasn't having fun. "Shun! Commander Shun! Commander Shun we need you on the battlefield!! Come play!!"

[ Sebastian Schneider | Table 1 | Pretending that Didn't Happen ]

Bas was just trying to ensure that the actual fighting didn't make its way over to Danny... by making the actual fighting come to him. In hindsight, it was a terrible idea, and Danny's warning could have come a little sooner. It wasn't like Bas would have listened to her at this rate anyways, but as the thug grabbed his arm and knocked his knees out from under him he could vaguely recall thinking about how stupid this was.

He was sent inelegantly to the floor, and was rather embarrassed that some scrawny gangster had tripped him up that he didn't pick himself up for a couple of moments. The thug had moved on to bigger and better things, and Bas irritably rubbed at his chin, which had managed to actually get scuffed. Great. He rolled over onto his back, watching as a pie flew through his range of vision to hit some girl piggy-backing on another thug. Huh.

Danny definitely... had better aim than Bas. "I give up," and he just laid there, watching food fly and waiting for something good to happen.

[Alec Scott | Table 4 | Appreciates his new friendship and is mortified with shame]

More than a bit distressed at the fact he'd not only been mocked, but had a PLATE of ******** curry smashed in his face had the teenager howling in pain, in a state of pure dismay as his injured pride and courage had been dashed. Why did he even have goggles when the moment he could h ave avoided food in the eyes would have been perfect? How awful. Hearing Farvardin hollering at the woman whom had messed with him the boy reflexively was behind her looking more than a bit frazzled. Blinking as a pieces of food fell off him he squeezed his eyes shut. "Oh this is just god damn ridiculous..." He looked over at Deacon as he shouted extremely loud, jumping at the sudden volume of his voice "No..joke this is horrible.." he groaned in dismay.

He looked over at the fallen thug Farvadin had chased off. The sickening crack of her broken bow, the the results of her swinging it around were dangerous. Relief washed over him as he still held onto her, peeking his head around her warily as if not convinced. There were plenty of thugs still around..but at least the imminent threat was neutralized. While it was still embarressing as hell he was grateful for his friend. He didn't have many, it meant a lot to him.

{{Preacher || Table 1 || FIGHT FIGHT}}

It was certainly a surprise, to say for sure, when that small weight landed onto a monstrous thugs back, who was rather enjoying dining on some of the rare seafood that was at his disposal. Grunting loudly as he was introduced with the ground, he groaned softly as his stomach felt the pangs of the impact, along with his chest. Staying still for awhile, almost as if he were knocked out from the blow, he could see in the corner of his eyes a few of his teammates getting bothered by the little twerp that was perched on his back. With a great heave of a breath, a wide, massive hand reared back and grabbed onto Preacher's arm, yanking her right off with a swift motion. Shifting his own body to get back onto his feet, he held her up to dangle, getting a looksee, before his other arm came around to grab her by one of her legs. With both appendages on the same side, he started to spin around, and around, gaining speed, before flinging her right at one of her fellow guests!

Preacher's shoulder burned. With one hand, she hoisted herself off of the woman that had been her landing pad. It could've been worse, Preacher supposed, noting the woman's prodigious girth. Blood trickled down one cheek. The necklace the woman wore, made of filigreed gold., had sliced open Preacher's cheek. She grimaced, wiped the blood off and stood. Later, the woman would awaken and find both her necklace and a few rings mysteriously missing. Standing, she swayed a little and shook her head, dodging just in time to miss an ill-timed applesauce missile. Despite her better judgement, she flung herself at another gangster.

Only to be knocked back easily. "********, s**t, piss, c**t, damn it all!" The food, the bickering with Axel must've dulled her. Preacher was not operating at 100% and it showed. At this rate, she might actual;ly be in trouble. She spat blood on the ground.