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| When: | 19 January 2005 ("Good Intentions" Plot Event) |
| Who: | Alvira, Bronwen, Christian, Elizabeth, Ellen, Genevieve, Logan, Oreniel, Zaman |
| What: | One word may sum it up the best: mayhem. |
The Drag - Austin
The Drag is one of the busiest places in the entirety of Austin, spanning many blocks, primarily on the streets of 6th and Guadelupe. Shops, restaurants, and the like fill every building, and due to its close proximity to UT, they are more inclined to be the ecletic sort, or failing that, the sort that sell groceries and other sundries. In fact, UT's own student co-op can be found on the Drag. There's really no telling what they'll be selling in other cases -- the stores and restaurants offer most everything the average mind can imagine, and quite a few things it may've been a little slow to. Shady oak trees typically line the streets, and it's not uncommon for people to spend a day hanging out here, walking the length of the Drag to browse its many establishments.
Zaman steps out of Uncle Pete's Pizzeria, one hand pocketed into his jacket while the other carries a wax cup of soda, a plastic straw leading from its top into his pursed lips. He steps casually down the drag, just walkin'.
Oreniel is coming out of a second-hand bookstore along the Drag, eyeing the title on a brown leatherbound book somewhat hopefully before placing it back in a plastic bag, in case of further weatherman failure.
Ellen has been frequenting some of the more 'eclectic' stores in the area. She chats with some gothic-looking folks under the front awning of one such establishment, occasionally glancing casually at the scenery around.
Genevieve is already here! She's parked her skinny rump on a choice piece of sidewalk, at least one of the larger open plaza areas that usually rest in front of one of the larger buildings on the drag. She's swaddled in a hoodie and hefty boots, an earband covering her head as she cheerily hums to herself, while coloring. The outline of the chalk creation is already in place, and she's busily scrubbing at the concrete with the light colored chalk -- the image appears to be a reproduction of one of the Reinassance master's images of anatomy.
Alvira is in the middle of spending the last of her well-gotten comedy-night lucre near the end of the Drag, at one of those stores that do those cute glass-blown animals, or at least has them. She appears to be getting a tiny unicron done up while she waits.
Elizabeth storms out of the UT co-op, glowering at all and sundry. Once clear of the immediate vicinty of the source of her ire, she takes a long, slow breath and sets off down the length of the drag with slow, deliberate strides. She slows down further as she approaches Genevieve's turf, staked out with chalk-art.
Logan exits from Foo.Bar, his laptop neatly packed up into its black briefcase. He produces a pair of tinted sunglasses from a sharp, knee length black coat, and flips them into place. It seems the new reporter in town has taken a liking to Austin's prominent internet café.
There's someone lurking along the strip these last few hours. If you've come or gone in that time, you've seen him at least glancingly once... if not more. Christian's has quite a sour look to his face as he moves along the sidewalk with Foo.Bar.Com and the Pizzeria on it. He outright runs into one or two people who weren't 'paying attention'.
Zaman's deliberate pace also takes him towards Genevieve, a sucking sound from within the cup telling him that it's all done. Without even a glance he tosses the cup into a trash can, the hand that held it returning to its jacket pocket. It's about this time he actually catches sight of Genevieve, and the very edges of her chalk art.
Oreniel is humming now and then, cheerfully, as he walks down the street 'neath the oaks in the Texas winter, stopping the humming whenever he reaches larger groups of people for better navigation. He spots one of Austin's finer sidewalk artists and walks over to see what's the latest creation-in-progress.
Waving at the people she was talking to, Ellen heads on her way. Noticing the sidewalk artist and the people approaching her, she decides to come and take a look. Her carrying bag swings lightly as she steps with a calm, smooth pace.
Genevieve pauses for a moment, and rocks back on her heels, grunting some as she straightens knees. "Now *THAT'S* a good reason to not hold still if I've ever seen one!" she exclaims to herself, wrinkling her nose some in a pout before she glances down at the rendition of the Vetruvian Man. "Oh, poor guy!" she exclaims to herself, "It's a little chilly!" She then pulls off her earband, her short sable hair whiffling some in the air as she tosses the small article of clothing over the junction of the figure's legs. She tilts her head to the side, and breaks into a small smile at the approaching "Zchary! Ha! I remembered it this time!" A little expression of surprise crosses her features as she sees the approaching form of Orion, trying her best to figure out if this person was someone whom she had spoken to in the past. And then, that slinking figure gets another suspicious glance. "Why does he keep going back and forth like that?" she muses.
Alvira finally gets her tiny mythological figure, a fragile little thing that's mainly transparent and seems easy to crush in a hand, but she handles its padded box with the demanded delicacy as she emerges on the street, blinking at the sight of the Glaring Man walking by again. She frowns a bit when he runs into someone, and follows him, without the running into people part, a tad curious.
Elizabeth stops just short of treading on Genevieve's sidewalk art. She takes another deep breath and lets it out slowly, looking at the partly-sketched naked guy. At Genevieve's hail, she looks across and gives Zachary a quick nod before returning her attention to the pavement.
Sooner or later, Logan is in line to be one of the next victims of the disgruntled...construction worker? He is going in that direction. Fortunately, for him though, he is always paying attention. It's a nasty habit he can't seem to quit. The moment he detects the sounds of offended pedestrians, a choking down of words by somebody who wants to say more, Logan is on his guard. He sends a vague glance in Christian's direction, as if he were really caught up in his thoughts. Logan makes no attempt to get out of the man's path...in fact, he stops dead in his tracks, drawing a cell phone.
The 'Glaring Man' just keeps walking by, completely oblivious of the person he just bumped into a tree near the edge of the sidewalk. Christian squints as he sees a conflagaration of people in the middle of the sidewalk staring down. Without even considering saying 'excuse me' he runs right into the middle of the group without so much as turning or slanting his body to move through quietly. His feet stomp hard enough on the ground that it probably disturbs the chalk drawing.
Oreniel lets the man pass by, mouth formed into a bit of an 'oh' at the strange rudeness. "Some sort of philistine, miss?" he inquires gently after studying the artwork for a moment. The style is familiar, even if he's never gotten the prodigy's name. He cranes around to look at the Glaring Man again, puzzled.
Zaman nods curtly to Elizabeth as he arrives at the chalk scene, a light grin on his features as Genevieve addresses him. "That you did, Ms. Genevieve. Up to the old chalk tricks, I see. And they are as good as ever." As Gen alerts him to the Glaring Man he turns, an eyebrow quirked just in time to see him pass by, stepping back to avoid a collision that would have disturbed him, and that just wouldn't do. Nevertheless Zaman turns his gaze on the back of the Glaring Man, smile actually disappearing. "Who the hell do you think you are?" He demands, a gravel edge to his tone.
Elizabeth stumbles and falls as Christian's rush sends her reeling onto the half-finished Vitruvian Man. Splaying her hands to spare herself a nasty pavement burn, she manages to smear one of the figure's arms with her left hand. Pushing herself back up to her feet, she automatically wips her hands on her skirt, leaving a chalk-smear behind on the wool. "Oh, damn," she says, seeing the damage done to the sketch. "I'm sorry, Genevieve."
Alvira arrives at the edge of the group, blinking as she hears Elizabeth's voice, and nodding vaguely at Orion, who she's seen around. Genevieve and Elizabeth, alas, are crouched down in the midst of people who are taller than the engineering co-op, so she's forced to try and look around people's shoulders for what just happened.
A horrified gasp escapes Genevieve as the grouchy-butt tromps through. Her lower jaw's dropped, and eyes bulging like a carp tossed upon a river bank. A crushed squeal escapes her as her eyebrows knit together, and she looks like she's in mourning for a moment at the flattened earband that's actually trodden enough to smear the oranges and yellows of the piece. The onlookers' comments are all but unheard as a low, thin wail escapes her. And then -- she moves. VERY quickly. Like a Jack Russell Terrier after the mailman, she leaps forward, half-falling forward. A vaguely psychotic look is etched upon her face, and the faint flash of tiny white teeth is seen as she snatches out hands to wrap around the offender's boot. It doesn't end there, though, as she does her best to curl around the leg.
And then... oh dear god.
From all intents and purposes, from the determined squint of scrunched up face, bared teeth, and wrinkles and depressions in fabric, she's biting him. In the shin. Right above where the boots would likely have ended.
Ellen is just approaching Genevieve's drawing when this remarkable event occurs. She blinks, drawing back. "What the?...." Cautiously, she watches, keeping to the edge of the small gathering.
Travelling away from the chalk art, Logan is the first to be in close contact with the impolite pedestrian. But, instead of eliciting any restrained discontent or outright anger, the bump produces a sly grin from the young reporter. Being prepared from the get go, Logan merely steps back and watches Christian go on. The same can't be said for Genevieve and her adoring fans. Logan decides to trail slowly behind. "You alright?" he asks Genevieve and Elizabeth.
Merle arrives. She doesn't really notice what's going on, or even try to get a good look at it. Instead, she places a hand on Ellen's shoulder, just to scare her, as -she- arrives. Drawing back, are you? Oh ho! No! You are surrounded! You can't escape! Unable to retreat! "Hey there, voyeur, what's up?" She says cheerfully.
Roll by Christian: (2) (2) (6)
"WHAT IN BLOODY HELL!?!" Christian's not heard a word anyone else has said to him, or if he did, it was so quickly flooded out by the pain of someone /biting/ him that he's completely forgotten it. He stares at the girl at his leg as he raises a hand as if to strike her. But then he stops and has one of the most perverse smiles on his face as it becomes a deep sneer. His lips mumble for a moment, feeling the song flow through him for a moment, since Genevieve is already touching him. But then, after a moment, when Genevieve doesn't drop dead, his eyes go wide and just stands there for a moment.
Roll by Merle: (5) (1) (3)
Roll by Ellen: (4) (3) (1)
Roll by Oreniel: (5) (2) (3)
Roll by Elizabeth: (2) (5) (1)
Roll by Zaman: (4) (2) (4)
Roll by Alvira: (3) (5) (4)
Roll by Logan: (5) (4) (2)
Roll by Elizabeth: (2) (3) (6)
Startled by Merle's touch, Ellen blinks, jumps a little, and whirls around. "What?..." She blinks some more, staring at Merle as if she vaguely recalls seeing her before. Then, there's that /noise/. She doesn't know /what/ it was, but it was loud. She turns around again, cautiously, looking in Genevieve and Christian's direction.
Roll by Genevieve: (3) (5) (3)
Oreniel spins around at Genevieve's sudden action, raising his hands to protest before the bite... then body going tense as he hears a Song he's not familiar with play out over the sudden action. His eyes narrow noticeably, and he steps forward. "Hey now, this isn't how you resolve disputes in a public place..."
Elizabeth shakes the sting out of her palms and looks at Logan with a shrug. "Eh, I'll heal," she says casually. Then her eyes narrow. "Say, aren't you that guy who ran out on his tab at Fado's? You better watch out if you go back there; the proprietor there isn't the type to let that sort of thing slip," she advises neutrally, casting an annoted glare at yell-- "Genevieve?" she asks incredulously. "Genevieve, stop it! You shouldn't just... just bite people like that; it simply isn't proper!" She seems oblivious to any disturbance.
Alvira is about to greet Ellen when Merle makes her odd little statement... then Elizabeth goes down, and poor Ally has a chance to move her head back and forth in confusion before Disturbance washes out through the Symphony. She makes a growl noise in her throat and pushes forward, holding a hand out to Elizabeth to help her up.
Zaman watches Genevieve's attack with an air of amusement, which dampens only a moment as the disturbance washes over him. After it, his grin only widens. "Oh, come now, Elizabeth. This is amusing." The lawyer replies to her outburst, but probably to Oreniel's as well. "I'd be far more worried for her health than I would for Mr. Bugeyes'." He steps forward, though not interfering in the whole mess.
Genevieve pauses as the man barks out to her, and bats doe-eyes up at him. "WHAAAAAAAAAAT?" she squeaks out, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to resolve disputes by using one's mouth. And then, the Disturbance undulates over the area, and she gives another halting, curious expression. She does stop biting, although she's still got arms looped over his legs still. "Aieerrnn... I'm protecting?" she offers.
Perhaps Logan is shocked by what he sees, the young artist he's recently met gnawing on the leg of the suspicious man he was eyeing. Perhaps, the concerned question he posed to Elizabeth was just the limit to his help. Whatever the reason, Logan doesn't offer the hand that was once implied. He steps forward, his facial features indicating no acknowledgement of any disturbance...though, he does have his sun glasses to help. Vaguely, as if it were a trivial matter, Logan replies to Elizabeth, "If I did, I was in a rush. These sort of things tend to slip my mind." Then, raising his voice to a more firm, authoritative note, Logan continues, his words centred on Genevieve and Christian now, "I think we all need to calm down..."
Merle doesn't -seem- to react to the Song, of course. But she steps away from Ellen and says, "You should probably get going," apologetically as she looks to Christian, sighs, and gestures in his general direction. Of course, she is actually using a Song as well. She doesn't like threats to her dear Gen Gen. Even if they don't work.
Logan moves to drag Genevieve by the feet.
Roll by Elizabeth: (5) (4) (6)
Roll by Merle: (5) (1) (2)
Roll by Christian: (1) (3) (5)
Roll by Christian: (3) (2) (6)
Get going? Heck no, something odd is going on and Ellen wants to /see/ it. Without replying to Merle's remark, Ellen steps a little aside from the woman, just watching for now, her eyes sweeping back and forth over the participants.
Roll by Elizabeth: (1) (3) (5)
Roll by Christian: (3) (3) (4)
The group surrounding Christian reacts in varying ways, perhaps it'd tell him something if he wasn't so intent on the person who was, up to a moment ago, /biting/ his leg. Staring indiginantly at the woman, "You bottom feeders! Wasting away your days on these streets..." he says to the group as a whole, before turning his attention back to Genevieve. "BEGONE DEMON!" he says in his best 'preacher' voice before raising a hand at her, holding it out waiveringly.
"I ain't no de--" is cut off abruptly as the man gestures towards Genevieve. Another look of disbelief just MIGHT be seen on her face -- if someone was lucky enough to be looking at her face as the slight twenty-something quite literally blinks out of existance.
What takes her place can only be described as, well, a sphere of incandescence flares into life. Mostly pale yellow in color, with the occasional flick of cyan circulating through its form, it sheds a miraculous light on the sidewalk, even as tendrils of non-heat emitting flame fall back upon themselves in a coruscating whirlpool of shimmer. It also curses.
"Well shit, you ever-living asshole!" it croons out in a faint reverb. A few flickers, tendril like, gesticulate wildly towards the gathered crowd. "Ah fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh..." At that point, it implodes upon itself, faintly visible against the sky like the glare of Venus before fleeing post-haste.
Roll by Elizabeth: (3) (2) (5)
Roll by Oreniel: (1) (5) (6)
Roll by Ellen: (4) (3) (1)
Roll by Alvira: (2) (4) (4)
Roll by Zaman: (5) (6) (5)
Roll by Logan: (5) (5) (5)
Roll by Merle: (2) (4) (4)
Elizabeth stares up at the rapidly receding whirling orb, stepping back from the confrontation without looking where she's going. "Oh my," she says faintly, her hand going to the base of her throat. Nervously, she looks around at the crowd and backs another step away.
Zaman watches with some interest, a light grin remaining on his features at all times. As Genevieve disappears he removes his hands from his jacket, blinking once at what he missed but ultimately not giving any sign that he's worried about it. The two hands come together, slowly, in a clap for Christian. "Congratulations. I hope that those theatrics are of some use when the authorities come to call." He's still grinnin'.
Alvira moves half a step forward, gasping in surprise at Genevieve's most unexpected exit. "And me without a cellular," she adds to that. She is most definitely not grinning, and folds her arms determinedly.
Oreniel grimaces as there's another wave of Disturbance... possibly from Ellen... Merle? in any case, that particular blast seemed aimed at stopping the strange Songs, and is less critical. He stomps forward at the /fourth/ wave of Disturbance to get in closer to Christian or Genevieve... before, well, things get fiery. "Since everyone's hearing and seeing this anyway, it's time for more drastic measures," he mutters under his breath as he moves in closer to the remaining 'combatant', "What are you THINKING? This is a public place in the middle of the city! What gives you the right to Disturb everyone like this?" he demands of the Scowling Man, searching for the Truth.
As Christian's Song takes effect, Ellen just stands there and stares, eyes wide, her mouth partly open too. Her expression matches those of most of the other mortals in the crowd. As Gen's celestial form fades away, Ellen remembers to close her mouth, and tries to pull her composure back on, looking around her. She peers dubiously at Zaman. There's a law against banishing celestials? She then watches as Oreniel takes his stand.
One moment, Logan is trying to pull Genevieve away by the ankles. The next he isn't, and he stumbles back in an uncharacteristic loss of balance. The reporter doesn't need to see the glittering ball of light to know what just happened, he removes his sunglasses, eyes dead set on Christian.
Roll by Elizabeth: (5) (6) (4)
Roll by Oreniel: (5) (5) (4)
Roll by Merle: (5) (6) (3)
Merle glowers, and seems about ready to do more, but then she drops her hand and starts glancing around. She knows what -this- feeling is. She doesn't lash out with a song immediately, but instead actually peers suspiciously at practically everybody -but- her 'target'. Her eyes settle on Oreniel and she just stares balefully before shrugging her shoulders and adding, "Did you call the police?" curiously to Zaman.
"I swear, you idiots have no clue with what powers you dabble in." Just as the group seems to get more pissed off, especially since he made Genevieve disappear, Christian turns and makes a break for it. But that doesn't negate the fact he has every face he ran into burnt into his memory.
"I don't think there is a law against making citizens vanish," Ellen murmurs, shaking her head. She eyes Oreniel with a bit of concern as he starts to get close to Christian. Quietly, she pushes carefully past the other onlookers and steps forward to stand beside Oreniel, gazing at Christian with silent scrutiny, just before Christian turns to dash away.
Bronwen heads northwards away from downtown and up towards the Drag. "Now, what's so interesting up here tonight?" she murmurs to herself, having been drawn away from the precinct by the receeding Disturbance.
Alvira mutters, "Oh no you don't..." and moves forward... quickly, but in a calm and non-violent manner, not realizing she's wading through Novalite snake-field for the first part, before she can break into a full run. "Come back here... the police are going to want a full accounting to where you vanished that girl, mister!"
Zaman slowly shakes his head at Merle. "Not as such. But did I need to? This is a busy street, businesses have their cameras, there's a reporter lying on the side walk there...I believe our friend might yet have trouble coming to him." He glances at Ellen, laughing a little bit at what she says. "Of course it's a crime to make citizens disappear. You just might not know it since the Austin PD is so good at it's job."
Oreniel sighs at Christian's strange response, and offers to Ellen in response, "Doesn't Austin have a Missing Persons branch to the police department?" He makes no move forward, apparently willing to let the girl deal with the citizen arresting.
Elizabeth looks around and finds herself a place to lean against one of the nearby oak trees, shaking her head as she watches the pursuit, wide-eyed.
At the sound of rushing foot steps, Logan, once on the ground, is quickly back up to his full height. "Freeze!" he calls out after Genevieve's fleeing assailant. Now, that certainly isn't the voice of a reporter...what authority does he have to be barking orders at citizens, no matter how strange their behaviour. Logan lunges forward, like a sprinter off the line. He begins to run along side Alvira, but something causes him to quickly stop.
Logan reproduces his cell phone and quickly punches in a call, presumably he's calling the police.
If she really is a 'citizen', and not an alien, Ellen thinks to herself. She just nods to Oreniel and Zaman, "I think the police will have their hands full trying to figure out this case." She watches the pursuit of the fleeing Christian.
Roll by Christian: (4) (3) (5)
Christian looks back only to see Alvira gaining, and sure enough, she's near enough to touch his jacket for a moment. Muttering under his breathe, he invokes the song of Thunder successfully enough to nail Alvira and the group behind him, just before he kicks into a sprint to get around the corner.
Roll by Alvira: (3) (4) (3)
Roll by Oreniel: (1) (5) (2)
Roll by Elizabeth: (1) (2) (2)
Roll by Logan: (1) (3) (1)
Roll by Ellen: (1) (2) (3)
Oreniel speaks to Ellen, "I certainly hope they or someone can solve-" before closing his eyes, then shaking his head and gasping for breath.
Roll by Merle: (6) (2) (4)
Roll by Alvira: (5) (4) (5)
Merle narrows her eyes at the latest song. After that, she's assuming Christian is running low on steam. And she doesn't really want to deal with this with Bronwen around, having her suspicions, so she makes another gesture, this time towards Alvira...and then she attempts to do something horrible.
She chucks a bunch of essence out, and uses the song of Celestial Motion to change Alvira's place in the Symphony. The new place is above Christian's head, timed just right so that Alvira will, hopefully, land right on top of him.
And then Merle smiles, looks to Elizabeth and says, "Pretty exciting day, huh?"
Elizabeth is already leaning against a convenient tree, so she just stares, watching Christian run off into the distance. At Merle's question she blinks and turns her head. "I... I guess that's one way of putting it, yeah," she says weakly.
Alvira is running, manages to just touch his jacket, and smiles as Contact is achieved through the Symphony. There's a hint of choral music around her that's wiped away by the thundering a moment later, but she still stands there calmly, working on ascertaining its place in the symphony, but before she can, she suddenly finds herself in mid-air, and falling. "Huh?" she asks the air around her intelligently.
Ellen grits her teeth, focusing her Will strongly to repel the onrushing rolls of symphonic Thunder. She wavers slightly, as if a wave is washing over her, but stays on her feet. Giving Oreniel a concerned look, she puts her arm around him to support him. "Damn..." she murmurs. Then, her eyes widen as Alvira is suddenly hoisted into the air.
Christian takes one more look behind him before blinking at the fact Alvira is no longer there. Just in the nick of time though he sees she's reappeared above him and scatters out of the way and turns the corner, out of view of everyone. Alvira though had a first brush with his jacket, enough for her purposes.
Oreniel mutters weakly, but he's clearly tracking, "THAT was a sudden shock, someone is certainly set off to be noisy today, eh?" he asks, looking around. With all the people and that, "I wonder what the Media will make of this?" he asks Ellen.
On his cell phone, Logan is busy reporting the attack and abrupt disappearance of Genevieve. Yet, two things are strange. The first is that he speaks to the voice on the other end as if familiar with them. Evidently, Logan has already made contacts with local authorities. The second details is that Logan abruptly turns away from the phone, cringing for a brief moment, suppressing...pain, is it? It is as if the volume on his phone just got turned up or something.
Alvira flaps her arms in the air, trying to find her footing... be connected... when she lands on her butt on the sidewalk, halfway around the corner with an audible crack. "Oof... tailbone," she mutters, then looks around, hoping to see someone looking guilty, she can't 'hear' anything with this jangling, but she does not look happy.
Bronwen continues to make her way towards the milling group of confused people. "Okay, what's going on here?" she asks as she comes up to the edge of the crowd.
Merle still seems pretty cheerful. She always wanted to do that. "One way of putting it. Poor Genevieve though! I hope this isn't the last we've seen of her," she walks on over to Elizabeth, paying little mind to the rest of the scene anymore, "The ruckus was a little bigger than I hoped for, are you going to be alright?"
"I don't think the Media will /need/ to exaggerate anything in this case," Ellen murmurs back to Oreniel. Then, "Ally!" she squawks as she sees the woman plop down with a 'crack'. Carefully, she steps aside from Oreniel, watching to make sure he doesn't fall over. "I'd better go try to help her." With that, she scuttles over to the fallen woman. "Ally? Are you all right?" she asks, looking her over.
Elizabeth nods to Merle, saying, "I'm fine, I'm fine... just a little bit boggled." She takes a deep breath and says, "Yeah, I'm intact. Is... is anyone else hurt? Other than Genevieve, I mean." She grimaces and adds, "That was weird."
Oreniel says, "I am more surprised than stunned, Ellen, but I doubt the Media would tell everything in this encounter." He shakes his head, doing a headcount to make sure no one else vanished... offering at the call, "That man... rather dark-faced and glaring, older and weathered looking, who ran away, was running into people on the sidewalk."
Merle says, "One of your friends from the Library might be hurt," just a little apologetically, "I think I heard her mention a hip bone. I'm sorry I haven't been around.", she doesn't answer Bronwen, because she doesn't really know. Well, aside from the stuff that made her go into reflex mode. Merle likes Genevieve :(. Granted, Merle has often done horrible things to people she liked, but she had their best interests at heart. Really. Honest. "I didn't really see what was the cause of all this myself, but he seemed really violent."
After completing his call, Logan glances in Bronwen's direction, but makes no move to go spill his interpretation of what happened. Instead, he memories the detective's face and then he's off. He hails a cab and departs.
Alvira stands up shakily, looking at Ellen and rubbing the bruise tenderly, says, "I'll be fine, though I'm feeling just a little silly for being..." she glances at Ellen, her eyes flicker nervously, and then she continues, gaining speed, "tripped on... whatever that was in the street to go flying like that. Or maybe it was that sound burst. He must have had some sort of firecracker on him. But enough on that... is anyone else hurt?" Ally cranes to look around Ellen to see if anyone's been injured.
Elizabeth looks at Merle blankly and says, "What are you talking about? I don't have any female friends who work at libraries." She shrugs and responds to the later comment, "It was some guy. Older, kinda a blue-collar look about him. He knocked me over onto Gen... Genevieve's picture."
Merle says, "I didn't mean work there, but..", she shrugs and looks over to Alvira, "But it seems she'll be okay after all," she makes a 'face', "Blich. That's wicked. He messed with two of my friends,"
Ellen hovers nearby to offer Alvira support if she needs it, relieved to see that Alvira can still stand. She looks around at the others in the vicinity. "Mm... I think it mostly just shocked everyone. Unless some people got their eardrums ruptured." She shakes her head.
Bronwen pushes back the left side of her jacket to unhook a small radio. "This is Detective York up on the Drag," she says directly into the transmitter. "I could use a few uniforms and possibly a paramedic. There are a number of people looking stunned as well as initial reports of a disruptive person."
Alvira brushes her hands off and says, "I think the police are here, so the EMTs should be along to help," she offers, and sticks them in her jacket pockets... she seems more secure on solid ground, but then the color drains from her face again as she pulls the trinket box out of her pocket and whips it open... then sighs in relief... "Oh thank God, I didn't land on it with everything else... I'd hate to have another reason to go after that maniac."
Oreniel takes a look around... damage looks to be well in the hands of corporeal authorities, and walks in towards the person who asked about the situation and is now speaking into a radio. "Excuse me, detective? I saw most of the disruption, to use your words..."
"I certainly hope she's okay," Elizabeth says to Merle, then heads over to approach Bronwen. "Detective?" she asks quietly, "Do you need people to stick around and give statements or anything, or should we just disperse?"
Ellen glances at Alvira's box curiously. "Oh dear... something valuable?" She watches as people approach the detective.
Alvira nods at that, "Just something I picked up as a gift to myself of something artistic," she holds up the tiny glass figure to glint in the available light, "though I think I'll keep the box as well, it seems quite sturdy."
"Ahhh," Ellen nods, smiling with appreciation at the small unicorn. "That is lovely. Yes, it's a good thing that oaf didn't spoil that." She shakes her head. "He sounded rather looney, calling Genevieve a demon."
Alvira polishes the trinket with a sleeve... after knocking the sleeve against her pants to remove some of the sidewalk dust and considers, "I think... Genevieve, you said was a little too fluid at times, perhaps, from what I've seen of her, but I definitely don't think she or her behavior could be called demonic or diabolical. The man must have been truly insane." She shakes her head sadly.
Bronwen turns towards Elizabeth's question first. "While it would be preferred, if you could leave me with your name and contact information, I can send an officer around at a later date," she offers. "The officers I requested should be arriving soon enough though. If I could get an initial statement from you, sir, that would be excellent."
Merle reaches back and pulls a book out, nodding her head to Liz's words, but apparently deciding to use this opportunity to do some quick reading. She follows Liz, and bumps into her a little, "oops," as she reads. Her 'cheerful expression' is gone, so she must be winding down.
Oreniel nods, then stops, pursed lips, evidentally thinking for a bit. "From what I saw, the disturbance seemed to start after the man... older, weathered, wearing common clothing, he glared quite a bit, stepped in the middle of Genevieve's, that being the artist, chalk's drawing. Genevieve responded by..." he hestiates, "biting the man on his ankle. Elizabeth, do you have anything to add to that?" he asks, then snaps his fingers, "I have your book, by the way," he lifts the bag.
Elizabeth fishes around in her purse and hands Detective York a business card with her university contact information on it, but shakes her head and says, "I can stick around for a little while long-- huh?" She looks over her shoulder and sees Merle behind her and sighs tiredly. "Pardon me," she mutters politely, her jaw tightening.
Ellen chuckles slightly. "I suppose being bitten on the leg could give a man that impression. But he /did/ step on her art." She just shakes her head at all the weirdness. "Well, things have quieted down now, it seems. I hope it stays this way for the rest of the evening."
Alvira frowns, nodding absently "THAT was strange, we weren't hard to step around as a group, but it's like he deliberately tried to annoy us... he was knocking into other people as well earlier." She puts the unicorn back in the box as she speaks.
Merle mumbles, "My fault, um...", she buries her face deeper into the book, "Y'mind if I crash with you, just for tonight?", she glances over her shoulder, as if expecting to see someone there before returning in her book, refusing to look directly at anybody. She doesn't utrn a page.
Elizabeth turns her attention back to Orion and says thoughtfully, "Well, he knocked me over on his way across Genevieve's drawing. Or at least I assume it was him - I was struck from behind. Genevieve flipped out and bit the guy's leg." She inclines her head towards Orion and says in a quieter voice, "You do? Oh, thank you. Can I take delivery of it now?" She extends one hand expectantly.
Oreniel pulls the book out... French title with the English translation underneath, it looks like the coffee-table book design of a slightly earlier age. "After that... he shouted "Demon Begone" or something similar... and Genevieve apparently obeyed him," he frowns, "She left, and hasn't returned. I'm not sure what he did, exactly, or what condition she's in."
Ellen's eyes flick over as she watches Orion handing the book to Elizabeth, squinting slightly as she tries to make out the title. She smiles a bit, then nods to Alvira. "Yes, he seemed to be in his own world, unconcerned with what he did to those around him. Rather unfortunate." Yup, another crazy Sorcerer in town would be /very/ unfortunate.
Elizabeth takes the book eagerly, then frowns down at the cover. "Ah... this /is/ written in English, right?" she asks dubiously. "Because I don't read French." She then peers over at Merle with a rather odd look and says, "Merle? It's a little... um... odd to be asking crash space from people whom you've barely spoken to, especially when most of the talk was macabre bar conversation about flaying men for leather."
Bronwen pulls a small notebook and a pen before starting to take shorthand notes. "Sidewalk chalk artist Geneveive...?" the detective trails off, indirectly requesting Genevieve's last name. Her gaze inspects the ruined drawing for a few moments while she listens to tidbits of conversation floating around her.
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Alvira frowns at that, and chews on her lip for a moment. "Sounds a bit pitiful as well," she offers, watching what she knows as at least one Celestial handle the spin-doctoring, so she turns back to Ellen. "I'd hate to think some sort of sociopathic kidnapper was in town."
Oreniel looks at Elizabeth, and then Merle, oddly for a moment... but turns back to Bronwen, "I'm sorry, I only just got her first name, she seemed to not like giving it out," he replies.
Merle murmurs, "Dunno, guess not,", she shrugs her shoulders a bit, closes her book, and starts to walk off without another word.
Elizabeth cracks open the book and peers at the inside pages for a second before shutting it again firmly. "Thank you again, Orion," she says with a pleasant smile. Turning to Detective York she shrugs, spreading her hands. "I'm afraid that I don't know her last name either, Detective. I think she works at a pet store, if that helps at all."
Garish visions start to swirl in Ellen's head, but she manages to rein in her writer's imagination, firmly. She nods thoughtfully to Alvira's words. "He didn't make any attempt to be subtle, at least, so it's likely the police will be able to track him down," she notes. Her eyebrow quirks mildly as she watches Merle, Elizabeth and Orion, but she makes no comment.
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