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« on: January 27, 2017, 03:55:24 PM »
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Get your facts first, then you can distort them as you please.
- Mark Twain


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'What's wrong with people?' Brend thought, 'And I mean, other things, non-people people, too.'

He'd been walking, marching, jogging, what felt like all week, and was never able to get where he was going. 'Maybe,' he thought, 'because I have no destination.'  The protests had been cropping up all over the place, and he was moving like a dart in search of a board; his boots were made for walking, not so much the black slacks, or the high collar blue shirt. The long grey coat cut the cold somewhat, but all things considered, there were moments out around the city he'd have been just as happy mopping the floor somewhere. As it was, his long handled mop was propped up over his shoulder, with a large placard attached to it to rival all other protesters placards in boldness of print and message. Hanging as it was, your head would have to be leaning on it's side to read, but the placard boldly declared:

'FIRST!!!!'

While he wasn't a trouble maker, per se, nor did he shy away from it's all too frequent allure.  Due to the deliberately vague nature of his placard, he often found himself trundling along with protesters of either bent, either Humanity or Humility.  While the latter are the ones he sought out, the former he didn't avoid - and would often deliberately stay with them if he thought they might cross paths with the Humility movement people.  He wasn't sure why it gave him such a rush, but he delighted in crossing sides in front of the Humanity movement.

While the Humanity people more often reacted to his actions as a betrayal, and with at least some degree of outrage, the Humility protesters were more varied in their reaction to his presence. Indifference; distaste at his apparent inability to take it seriously; or grim or righteous amusement at the state he threw the Humanity protesters into.  It was the end of the week before a true confrontation occurred.  He'd been standing with a growing crowd of Humanity First supporters for some time, not quite half an hour, when a band of marchers appeared across the street, coming towards them.  They weren't in active protest mode, but their purpose was made apparent by their clothes and almost excited nature of their rhetoric - what could be heard of it at least. The movement was gaining momentum, and they were excited.  He'd just set foot into the street and moved towards them, nearing the center of the road, when someone grabbed his shoulder and spun him around.

"Hey," came a rough voice, not terribly deep but obviously male. "What are you some kinda freak lover? Who are you here for, anyway?" One of the union members under his watch, James Carron.
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« Reply #1 on: January 27, 2017, 03:56:20 PM »
"Oh yeah," Brend said aloud as though he were thinking it, "The guy that won't work at the Academy."  Carron sneered as he heard the words. Brend found it impossible not to smile, watching the man's mutton chops quiver in anger.

"Yeah," Carron drawled, "and you're the rep with a hard on for it." He was smirking, and his hand hadn't left Brend's shoulder, though Brend was almost half a foot taller. The fingers balled together and James's index poked him. "I should've guessed you were one of them." His last word carried more than a little vehemence.  As he accosted Brend, an approaching Humility protester from across the road, coming towards them, was unnoticed until she spun Carron around in turn. She was shorter still than Carron, and slight besides, little more than a waif, wearing a powder blue hat that matched her jacket.  She had a pixie nose that would leave one to wonder that, due to her obvious allegiance, if she were in fact of pixie, or at least sylvan descent.

"You can't do that," she was indignant, and Carron was shocked. "If he wants to join the 'good guys', he's very welcome." She smiled a sincere, welcoming smile towards Brend.

"Yeah?" Carron countered, "He's been marching with us for like half an hour, and he's my Union President." Carron was full of it, but the newcomers eyes narrowed slightly in suspicion. She took a step back from Carron and was about to address Brend, when he stepped between the two protesters - man, mop, placard and all.

"Easy," his tone was soothing - somewhat ridiculously so, and it only served to further incense Carron as he met Brend's gaze, before Brend turned from him to the small woman - offering her a somewhat ridiculous and obvious wink. He almost choked on what was coming next, given her look of confusion."Listen, let me explain myself." He stepped back so he could face both of them at the same time again. "I think there's one very important factor that's being ignore in all of this - some of you are saying 'Humanity', some of you are saying 'Humility'; but I have to ask you, what about 'First'?"

Carron was clearly confused, while the newcomer pixie girl's face was more moderated as though she were trying to follow. "Ok, first off, Joan-" Brend addressed the pixie girl, "Do you mind Joan? Or do you prefer Nicole? You're one of those for now, just humor me, I don't have time to learn new n.p.c. names." He addressed them both again, and both of them looked more confused than ever.
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« Reply #2 on: January 27, 2017, 03:57:08 PM »
"I think the thing that we can all agree on," Brend said with a warm smile, "Is First, right? I mean, can't we start building our bridges there? Doesn't 'First' have an equal say in all this?" Joanicole almost snorted in realization, moving her hand to hide her nose. 'And yes, we'll just combine the two names to make it easier still,' he thought to himself.  Carron was giving Brend a look as though the latter man had lost his mind completely, and for all appearances given the argument, it wasn't hard to see why. He planted his mop on the ground, and it stood there oddly by itself, as he placed his arms around both Carron and Joanicole and smiled at each of them in turn.  "Now isn't this better? Can't we all just," he paused dramatically - and gave a little mental shout out to the Shanachie Theater - and then added, "get along?"

"Get off me!" Carron barked, he pushed himself away from Brend and Joanicole, he stalked back towards his own group of protesters.  As he made his way away from them, Joanicole called after him.

"It's cold out - why aren't you protesting on the side of the road with the coffee shop?" She was laughing despite herself, unable to refrain from adding one more dig at the man as he walked away. But Carron could only take so much, and he rounded on them, one arm cocked backwards as though he meant to close the distance in a pounce and beat them senseless. Before he got the chance, though, he was met by the business - and I mean wet end - of Brend's mop, extended in front of him like a sword.  Brend grinned, and despite the ridiculous nature of the of the profile he cut, something about him seemed suddenly menacing and without - or at least having repressed - his earlier foolishness. "Peaceful protests, remember?" Brend asked, and Carron's arm lowered and he stalked away again, this time unmolested.

The two remaining protesters headed back towards the coffee shop where the rest of the Humility First people were now milling.  "So," Joanicole ventured, "Coffee?"

"Huh?" Brend, eloquent as always began, "No, sorry, spoken for and I don't do coffee dates besides."

"So?" She frowned, glancing at him as they walked. "I want coffee, not a date; besides, I only date girls." She smiled sweetly.

"Nice," he nodded enthusiastically, "Me too! Still, have to say no." He offered a faux frown. "I only drink tea." Joanicole rolled her eyes, and they walked into the coffee shop.
[i:4b0008d1cf][color=blue:4b0008d1cf]"Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not... ...and in the end, there is only darkness. Sometimes we find others in that darkness, and sometimes we lose them there again."
- Stephen King[/color:4b0008d1cf][/i:4b0008d1cf]