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[dragnar]

"No." And walk past him.

[cerapa]

Dont take the fame and when anyone approaches you with a question or similar, just stare at them until they think its a bad idea.

Go to Reds pub and try not to attract any journalist to follow you.

[Strange guy]

I say go with it, a bit of fame can't hurt- pretty much the worse this could do is either alert whatever remains of the Enlightened as to who we are or the sort of supernatural powers who would be able to find us anyway. A reputation as a monster killer could potentially be a good thing.

[Ochita]

Jack....

[penguify]

If it's strong enough, make ourselves inconspicuous with Presence of the Immortal. They'll still know it's us, but they might not care.

Potential problem with this solution: they'll just ask Sabrianne.

[RAM]

We are going to be famous sooner or later, this is our first time in the public eye so we better make a good impression that will set up a reputation that we want to maintain...

Ignore them, we have more important things to do.

[Osmosis Jones]

Brush them off, but be polite about it.

"I'm terribly sorry, I have urgent business to attend to at present. However, speak to me in a day or two."

Whether or not you actually do speak to them later we can decide then, but in the meantime, let's not anger the press, ey?

[Silleh Boy]

You shook your head in response to the mans words, you didn't want to get involved in any of this. It was hardly wise after all for you to have your face all over the papers, when it was possible that it would have you recognised as an escaped prisoner, when it would mean that enemies you yet didn't remember were alerted to your presence. With a life as long as yours, you were bound to have more than a few enemies who hated you for what you had done for people.

You glanced from the man towards Anne, then back towards the man again.

That was all the time you needed to give Anne a look that showed your disapproval of the very concept of this situation, of putting your faces for all to see in the trash that passed off as newspapers. The man of course, hadn't taken the initial shaking of your head for what it was intended, clearly hoping you'd cave if he simply waited there long enough for you to respond. He clearly had no idea of just who he was dealing with if he thought that he could get you to bow to pressure like that.

"I have no intent of joining that sorry parade of battered tin-men to pose for you like some lackey who was part of your efforts to destroy the Enlightened. Go let the journalists lap up whatever crap you wish to feed them, I want no part of it."

"Oh please, you designed a few simple mechanism for guns and improved on the design of the armour we have by a small margin, you're lucky to even be considered to have contributed anything."

"How funny, my apparently simple designs should have been nothing for someone else to have come up with first then, should they. You've had the technology to do what I did for long enough that you should be ashamed that you never made something so simple first."

"You made some simple guns, we made the mighty automatons, you have nothing on us amatuer tinker, we could improve on any arms or armour you produce," the man snorted, prompting a laugh from you as you looked at the automatons, then back at the man again.

"Improve on them all you like, I could innovate and render them obsolete if I so pleased. I could improve on your tin-men if I cared to. I see no reason to, not when I can see a hundred different ways to compromise one with my bare hands."

You leaned forward slightly, staring into the mans eyes as you waited for the man to respond. You were making no effort at this time to influence his reaction, and yet he was clearly losing his nerve. You were bigger than him, you were in better shape than him, you were almost unearthly and eternity reflected in your eyes. The man reacted as expected, stepping back as he tried to compose himself, as he muttered about how you were hardly worth his time.

As the man turned away you did your best to come across as inconspicuous, making your way from the square with Anne in tow, glancing back once or twice as you watched the unsettled man resume his position, focused upon by the journalists as the pair of you slipped away without any further notice.

As you made your way towards the bridge leading across the river that you had crossed many times on your way back to Red's from this part of the city Anne hurried up to walk alongside you. A patrol of police officers and automatons passed you as you walked onwards, giving you little more than a simple glance as they went about their business, while Anne glanced back at them, then towards you, grinning slightly as she did so.

"You know, you really should improve on the mechanical monstrosities that they're so proud of, just to show them that you're better than them," Anne stated after a moments silence.

"I have no intent of doing that without a good reason to do so, I just wanted that pathetic excuse for a man out of my face," you sighed.

"Well, aren't you mister grumpy today," Anne giggled, running ahead of you as you reached the bridge, hopping up atop the wall running along its edges as she walked along it ahead of you.

You had noticed that she seemed playful and alive, how this was a far cry from how she had been when you had encountered her with the enlightened. This thought occupied your mind as you wondered if it meant without Pride, that there was hope for the other Enlightened, that they would all eventually return to normal with assitance over time. Well, as normal as you could get when you bled ichor and were capable of recovering from just about any injury.

Due to the leisurely pace that you were walking at, Anne was half way down every street ahead of you for the rest of the journey to Red's, constantly waving to you and trying to hurry you along. In a way her youthful energy made you feel like you could relate to what it was like to be in the more advanced stages of life.

It was like watching a child rushing off ahead, while you yourself could barely keep up.

You were physically able, of course, yet it seemed futile in a way to exert yourself like this, to run off ahead and chase her the entire way when you'd done enough running around in your first days in the city since your escape to last you a lifetime.

You could hear the familiar sound of music coming from Red's pub as you approached, bawdy singing and tankards clanking. It was almost like returning home, hearing the sounds that you had grown familiar with and hadn't realised you missed until now. As you stepped inside Red gave you a suprised look, while Anne grabbed you by the hand, pulling you across the room towards the bar, giving Red a look of exasperation as she did so.

"You'd think he was a turtle, with how slow he was coming here!" Anne huffed, while Red glanced between the pair of you, shaking his head slightly.

"I were thinkin' ye'd got ye'self killed Lad, with 'ow ye vanished. Looks like ye ran off an' got ye'self married wi'th'way she's pullin' ye about," Red laughed, prompting a dirty look from Anne as she huffed.

"Not a word, Anne," you stated, prompting another huff and a frown from her as she settled down on a stool beside the Bar.

"So, 'ow've ye been lad?" Red asked, glancing in Anne's direction as she started to count out a number of coins. You hadn't seen Anne bring any money with her, and you knew for a fact you didn't have any, that made you wonder just how she'd managed to aquire money on the journey here.

You turned your attention fully in Red's direction as you considered what you'd ask him. What news from his end of the city was most important to you?

[RAM]

Have tTtgBitN been more frequent, how do people feel about the news of the enlightened, are any interesting rumours about?

[Osmosis Jones]

Have tTtgBitN been more frequent, how do people feel about the news of the enlightened, are any interesting rumours about?

This, and also just hang about and joke around. People always underestimate the importance of just being friendly and social.

[Acanthus117]

No, we shouldn't. It would draw undue attention to ourselves.

[rickvoid]

> Sabrianne: Lead Koles on a high-speed chase across the rooftops of London, after we're done in the bar.

> Koles: Introduce Sabrianne to Fight Club after we finish catching up with Red.

> Red's Wife: Bring Anne back to the Kitchen so the two of you can have a nice chat. Embarass her by treating her like the daughter you've never had.

> Red: Take more "I thought you was gay" shots at Koles.

> Random Douchebag Barfly: Attempt to slip Anne a roofie. Die horribly.

[Silleh Boy]

You settled on the stool beside Anne's, leaning against the bar as you furrowed your brow, realising that while you'd evaded having to answer questions about what had happened at the guild house, you were likely going to have to do so here. So much for your first day away from captivity being one that you could simply relax through, one you could enjoy.

You could see that Red's question was just a thinly veiled attempt to move from the less awkward inquiries into your well being, to questions about what had happened. Had Anne alerted more than just the Clockworkers and Technomancers to your capture, in an effort to get as much help as possible for you?

You figured that you may as well play along for the time being, as it would allow you to at least get the questions that you wanted handled out of the way, too. It was probably a good idea to at ensure that what you told him left him with little else he could latch onto, to continue such inquiries with. At least that way you could keep things focused on what you wanted to know.

"Oh, you know, I spent three days strung up, being whipped by people who didn't seem to know what they were doing. They were persistant though, i'll give them that as they didn't even stop while I slept."

Red gave you a funny look. "ye got whipped while ye'slept?" He asked, turning his attention briefly to Anne as she held out a number of coins and pointed towards one of the bottles on the bar surface.

"Yes, while I slept," you responded, watching as Red poured out a measure of a burnt amber liquid into a shot glass, passing it to Anne who downed it without hesitation. "It wasn't exactly a pleasant experience as you can guess, though there's little to talk about other than how limp wristed their technique was."

"Aye, sounds like ye've not been left worse f'wear o'er it though, lad."

"The place seems a little more packed than usual today, Red," you paused, glancing back at the crowds of people packed about the tables. "They celebrating the fall of the Enlightened?"

You knew that news of this sort travelled fast, that it was something that would explain the fact that people were out celebrating like this. It was the fall of one of the evils that had been painted up as a major threat to the city when deep down, you knew they were less of a threat than the things that went bump in the night. Sure, they were unpleasant, sure, they were hostile towards people in general and followed some insane agenda. Despite this, you would have listed them beneath the creatures of the night as major threats.

There were things out there in the night that you had yet to encounter, too.

"Aye, that they be, s'good f'business ye know?" Red stated, pouring another shot for Anne as she passed over a few more coins. "Probably f'the best that th'Clockworker people rescued ye, as th'people I know wouldn't o'stood a chance."

"That's a load of crap, they mopped up after me," Anne huffed as she picked up her shot glass again. "I lead the way, and their useless tin-men followed me after i'd disabled three quarters of the Enlightened myself."

"Anne-"

"You might not want to be recognised over your role in it, but I want-"

Anne fell silent as she turned to face you, pouting as she took note of your stern expression before downing the next shot, folding her arms atop the bar and resting her head atop them. She clearly knew better than to argue with you on this point, it seemed, though she was going to sulk if she couldn't get her way.

"How about the things that go bump in the night, have they been any more-"

"Get your hands off me!" Anne snapped from beside you as a clearly intoxicated man stepped over, leering at her as he looked down at his nose at you, snorting at you.

"Why don't ye come with me 'oney, ye don't look too 'appy wi'that pathetic li'l man o'yers," the man slurred, trying to put his arm about her shoulders as she tried to push him away from her.

"Excuse me a second, Red," you sighed, slipping from the bar stool as you stepped around Anne, tapping the man on the shoulder as you did so. "Me, you, outside. Now."

"Get out o'my face ye worthless li'l-" The bar shuddered, bottles and glasses rattling as you slammed the mans head into it, slipping your arm about his neck as you hauled him from the stool as he recoiled from the forceful blow that had caught him off guard and started to drag him towards the door as he thrashed against you.

"I'll fuckin' kill ye!" the man yelled, reaching for his belt as he grabbed for his knife, only for you to deliver a swift kick to his wrist as he started drawing it, sending it flying from his grasp, skittering across the floor. "Ye'r so dead!"

You tightened your grasp, ignoring the glancing blows that were directed back against you as you dragged the man out the door, kicking him away from you as you took a few steps back, evading his initial clumbsy swings, giving him a moment to stand as you guestured to the streets leading away from the pub.

"I'll give you one chance, and one chance only. Get out of my sight before I put you in the river to cool off."

The man merely screamed at you as he charged forward, swinging for you as you ducked under his outstretched arm, slipping behind him as you span about. One hand grabbed the back of his shirts collar, the other the waist of his trousers as you wrenched him off his feet, bringing him down on your knee as you drove it into his side.

The man was winded, too stunned to stop you as you grabbed him by the feet and dragged him towards the rivers edge. Your feet pivoted against the ground as you started to swing him around, as you gained momentum, twirling about as the man screamed for you to stop. With a final motion you flicked him upwards, sending him sailing through the air and into the shallows of the river leaving him thrashing as he fought to get to his feet, as he started to make his way back towards you.

You stared at the man, your expression daring him to make the mistake of coming back after you, threatening him with more than just humiliation if he tried to get in your way again. This time your expression was laced with the intent to kill, your body language, your very presence reinforcing that as the man faltered, edging sideways through the shallows as he made his way back to the street. The man gave you a wide berth as he made his way back to the pavement, before running into the alley ways, his body language betraying how he was afraid to provoke you further now.

The crowd that had gathered to watch this parted as you made your way back inside, settling down beside Anne again as she huffed at you, her prior pout deepening.

"I was going to handle him," she muttered with a slight slur. "You let him off easy, I was going to make sure he could never have children again."

Red shifted uncomfortably behind the bar, clearly not liking the mental image that Anne had given him, before his attention once more fell on you. "I see ye've not lost yer touch when it comes t'andlin' a man at least lad."

Anne snickered.

Did you plan to stay, to catch up with the local events now that the drunks had been given a clear message not to give you any more trouble, was visiting Oak at his farm while you waited for night more appealing, or was there something else that needed handling?

[Ottofar]

To Oak.

[dragnar]

To Oak.