"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.