.:A Brief Interlude:.

[ganymed]

Who: Ganymede and people.
What: It's a meeting.
Where: Mac Anu, Ganymede's McMansion.
When: 10/12
Warnings: Nothing yet.
MAC ANU ~ GANYMEDE'S MCMANSION



The everpresent afternoon sunset hangs, echoing picturesque across the glass windows apparent at each spot within the large building. In a large room full of tables and what not are heaps of various cuisine settled here or there. Seafood, pastas, drinks, the like; Mediterranean style so if nobody likes that...gomen.

Ganymede has made it clear that he prefers people to be here in order to get themselves together. Sorted, somehow. They're all acting with a sort of independence he seems disinterested in disturbing, but he wants the prospect of potential solutions to be floated along.

If someone has new information they can share, well, it is encouraged. If not, he hopes that they will at least participate in some way.

It now begins.

 

(( OOC Note: People will not be attacked by monsters once within the McMansion, including pool area. ))

Comments

[gluttoning]

I just do.

[It's almost a snarl of a response as the normally stoic Misteaks suddenly takes two broad steps forward and grabs Vogel by the collar with a flare of temper.]

Don't go pointing fingers. It wasn't him.

[insinning]

Ah-

[Putting his hands on Misteak's wrists. His hold is surprisingly firm despite his size relative to Beel. His feet sure are dangling off the floor.]

--let go of me.

[gluttoning]

Why should I??

[It's like the fact that there is like 40 other people in here means Nothing to him right this second.

His grip only tightens, with a tense of muscle that tells he's either about to throw a punch or throw Sinclair.]

[insinning]

This--isn't like you. But, also--

[ His expression goes blank for a moment, and he tightens his grip. Shouldn't have brought him so close to your face Misteaks, because Sinclair is suddenly moving to smash his forehead (14) into Misteak's nose. Fight or Flight response kicks in hard when Sinclair gets cornered. Just ask Mithrun or Fandaniel.]

[gluttoning]

[There is absolutely no way he's avoiding that (2).

There's a loud crack and a swear from the taller Partizan as he fumbles and drops Sinclair, blood red and vibrant down his face, making a blind grab for one of his arms (9).]

[insinning]

[He lands on his feet, and manages to duck under Misteak's arm (12). The benefits of being shorter were really handy here. He drops low, swinging around with a low kick to knock (7) Misteaks off balance]

--knock it off already!

[Honestly, he's beginning to get mad enough]

[tinged]

Do not.

[ a late arrival. the timing is awful: they witness emil being lifted up by bear and that’s it. that’s all they need to see.

by the time they get to the chaos, bear’s fumbling. then it’s them between the two. they grab the taller man’s hand (a boy, really. a child) by the wrist as it reaches out, the strength of their hold as always unexpected. stronger than anyone would think, more vicious than their size. ]

Never touch him like that again. He’s not yours.

IMM LATE IM SORRY

[secondthoughts]

[ Hector's too deep in his cups to notice the fight until it's too late. ]

Shit.

[ He swears under his breath when he sees the fight break out. A few swift steps and he's already too late—Barrett's broken someone else's shoulder, and the other healer's on him. Fine. He'll deal with that later.

Before Barrett leaves the scene, Hector tries to find a way around the crowd to get to him. He heard that crack, he sees that blood. It needs attention, now. ]

Hey. [ He calls loud. ] Barrett. Come here.

[ No arguing. That's an adult commanding a child's attention. ]

We fit it into the timelines its ok its ok

[gluttoning]

[Levi's already working to get Barrett out of there now that Michel's asked them to leave. But the redhead will at least try to get Levi to halt for a second when Hector calls out, now separate from the group. A healing potion has done nothing, and while Barrett has some sort of fabric pressed to his face, it's doing very little to actually stop the bleeding or the very very very gradual tick of his HP.

You're gonna have to meet them halfway here, Hector, they're not exactly welcome any longer.]

[alchemicalbirth]

[ excuse ]

[ganymed]

[ as a person who has assembled the meeting, HELLO?? ]

HEY! You're going too far!

[gluttoning]

[Seems either he can't hear or he doesn't care, because his attention is fully on Vogel now]

[ganymed]

[ Ganymede is scrambling on over, but then Sinclair does all of...that.

No, this is another chance for him to shout again. ]

I said, STOP IT!

[insinning]

[Sorry Ganymede, this is a no bars throw down now...at least pvp isn't enabled?]

[ganymed]

[ Christ

We can pretend he's going to keep yelling and screaming at them to stop, then. Ineffectively. ]

[dissimulative]

—Hey! Knock it off!

[ Oria was just watching, but you lay a hand on his Sinclair? ]

[dissimulative]

[ But also, damn. He trusts Sinclair to take care of himself and that headbutt?

10/10. There's a low whistle. ]

[insinning]

[Thanks boyfriend. He'll be embarrassed later]

[userunfriendly]

[ There are enough voices of outrage. He's just stepping within five foot radius, briskly, and waiting for the answer. ]

[threatmewted]

[-?!]

Barrett, what the hell are you doing?!

[gluttoning]

[Who's Barrett, never heard of her.

Aka, Barrett is not reacting to the outcry.]

[threatmewted]

Barret!

[trashtier]

[There aren't enough voices of outrage, actually, because big brother Levi's here to chime in with an attempt to stop him:]

H-Hey, Barrett, put him down! I'm pissed too, but this is too much!

[He knows where it's coming from, too. That's...well, that's family that Vogel is talking shit about.]

[gluttoning]

[Barrett, unusually, doesn't budge from the large amount of retort. Whatever he's seeing red about, he's not bound to let it go.]

[trashtier]

[FFS BEAR

GOD FORBID HE EVER TRIES TO STEP UP--]