Scene #5146: Vying for the Eclipse of the Sun-2

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Priscilla	Trouble has been away from the City of the Gods for a while now. After the million and five issues of having formerly Undead pilgrims settle down with absentee gods, with a thousand years of culture drift and degradation of the land itself to spice up the world's worst reality show, it seemed like people had finally ironed out enough of the wrinkles to leave the place alone for a couple of months, and take care of pressing issues elsewhere. Well, you know what they say about assumptions. he method of summons this time is unusual, though. It doesn't seem to come from Priscilla herself either. A number of people, with a number of connections are discretely delivered letters from seemingly nowhere, often outright appearing in their living spaces, or otherwise else uncomfortably close. All are written in Lordran's soapstone language, rather than that of the royalty or a human dialect, but urge pretty much the same thing; in summary: we have a problem. This time it's your fault. Exercise caution and restraint. Be quick. For many of the summons, it would be immediately familiar why. Though the near-Escher-esque mountain of interlinked, gold and marble Gothic architecture has not changed, and as it hasn't in centuries, and probably won't for yet more, the people who live there have, so much in so little time. The brand new faith that had cropped up recently, revering the Multiverse's heroes involved in the mythos of Lordran's salvation, deserving equal or more praise than its native gods, seems to have gotten itself in trouble. Where a curious crowd had formed on the city's many roads to watch novel sermons, an angry mob has formed instead. The number of preachers, as well as the number of new faithful, has certainly grown, but they find themselves staring down a mass of humans easily capable of blocking even the grand walkway, stonewalling them from getting into the actual church district. It looks like a vaguely medieval riot action, actually, lines of people with big shields and helmets and all, keeping back a crowd.
Gilgamesh	Invitations are always good, right? They don't expire, right? They happen whenever the invitee, especially the royal, godly invitee, happens to find it convenient, right? That's how that works. Gilgamesh is definitely sure that's how that works, largely because A) he has not yet been contradicted at Hellsing Manor or any of the other places he's taken to roaming and B) modern social mores still escape him, largely on purpose, because frankly anything modern is probably just a bit tainted with awfulness and deserves his scorn, and if modernity doesn't understand that he's the King then well he'll just ignore modernity until it gets the clay tablet. Gilgamesh is in fact so sure that's how this works that he has gone to Anor Londo tonight more or less out of happenstance. He has nothing better to do tonight (Hellsing is probably busy/Integra is being loud and annoying about his sprawling Lego kingdoms/Seras is out/he was bored/circle all that apply), and soaking in his sprawling gold tub is finally losing its luster (ha ha). So here he is. The King's Divinity pours off him like a flood as he sits, vaguely on some step or another, a bit above the riotous peasants. His stitched-together robe hangs loose around him, though it looks the finest silks, as his knees kick back and forth with the impatience of youth. He is waiting for something to happen. The air is primed; he can feel it, watching the little clay statues down below mass together, opposite one another. The air is tight and heavy, tense and pregnant with waiting power. The little clay men are arguing, and when little clay men argue and weapons are present, something always goes wrong if they don't have a King to interject and correct their stupidity. A glorious golden goblet falls into his hand, filled to the brim with rich liquid. Gilgamesh raises it to his lips. If they didn't do anything stupid, then he would just appreciate the architecture. If they did do something stupid, then he would... ...entertain himself in the process of solving the commotion. Yes. Entertain himself. However he felt was appropriate. After all, he swirls the cup in his hand, he is the King, and the King is entitled to spend the lives of peasantry how he wishes, isn't he? As long as he didn't do anything wrong, well...it wasn't as if he had to stop them /immediately/, right?
Kushiko	"... how did that--get in /MEEEEE/--" Ordis is momentarily given reason to hush by Kushiko within the confines of the Orbiter; the appearence of the messenger not far from their Orbiter is, to put it mildly, a bit more disconcerting for him rather than Kushiko. But only just. "It's alright. It'll /be/ alright." Pause. "Probably. Lotus, we're heading back to the City of the Gods." After knowledgement of such, while the Tenno had deployed Mesa before; something more 'humanlike' and generally a bit more subtle next to whom she was 'known' for. In turn, given what was going on, she had split her stream of consciousness into not one but two frames: Valkyr, the one that was known, and Mesa, the lesser-known of her frames. In either event, caution and restraint was to be exercised--Valkyr accompanied by Kiras the Kubrow, and Mesa by way of her Carrier sentinel. They'd dropped into the city with care: Kiras immediately providing a cloak for Valkyr and Mesa proceeding across rooftops in a not dissimilar fashion from the other. The two frames were separated, each on opposite buildings, though only Mesa was presently visible at this time. Not that there weren't possible methods of detection that could discern. Gilgamesh's presence is noted with some curiosity, but the potential riot action was one that Valkyr was bracing herself to possibly have to jump in the middle of between the crowd.
Tomoe	Tomoe had been concerned about the people worshiping them in a way but it hadn't seemed to be harmful and she'd been able to live with it mostly but well there's something else going on here as once again the Iron Lily is called back to this world once more. It seems she will be forever involved in things here, but she has to be she took a hand in the changes to this world? She can't walk away from that for good or bad in the end. AS she arrives she's had a sense to wear a heavy cloak to hide herself, and she seems to be watching with a good deal of interest here. she's also wearing a different set of gear from hat she normally does as well to help hide things if she is spotted. The masses there seem to trouble her it looks like something may be going south here? What has she missed while working on cleaning up and repairing what little she can of the GU's castle known as Haven. She starts to see, some of the issue and she grimaces she's no Theologian after all and she knows this is one big old mess but a part of her is angry about the people who are getting hostility over this. Even if she knows they are not entirely innocent? She pauses and looks to See Gilgamesh and isn't sure what tot think sure the guy is damn hot but there's something strange about him even with the glow for lack of a better term.
Nozomi Houken	Nozomi Houken has only been here once or twice before - so receiving a letter saying 'hey this is your fault, get here quick' is more than a little puzzling. But it's the homeworld of the Concord's leader, and Nozomi /has/ been there before, so at the very least she and Taiga can make their way out there to check it out. And as they come to a stop on a roof overlooking the borderline-riot, both of them find themselves quietly grateful. "Nozomi. I believe we should remain here for the moment." "Yeah, I... yeah." Nozomi doesn't seem to notice Mesa - but Taiga certainly does, briefly looking at the Warframe as if to say, 'Hello.'
Staren	The mystery of how the messenger got to him has to wait for another day, as the message requests his appearance urgently. Staren arrives, as usual, in his armor, and finds... What looks like a medieval version of a riot. "Oh gods, what now?" He decides to talk to the followers first, making his way to the extraversal-worshipers -- if they cheer or something, he does raise his hands to give them a few seconds, then motions for them to quiet down. "Alright, alright. What's going on here, exactly?""
Priscilla	In fairness, this is the first time that outright rabble has broken out in Anor Londo's streets so far. Though much of one's time here has been tense and complicated, it has always managed to subvert actual violence. This time, it might not be the case. The people who have recently come to live here, dwarfed by the grand architecture that surrounds them, and barely dots on the massive, gold granite paving, look outright angry for the first time in ages, rather than wary bystanders. Listening in at all, it isn't difficult to tell why, as they shout back and forth across the small no-man's land between them. "And what right do you have, to overturn thousands of years of tradition!" "Tradition has no place where it fails to work any longer!" "And so you take for granted what has preserved the world you live in for hundreds upon hundreds of generations! What has kept the very sun in the sky! Umpteen centuries of stability, and you're prepared to decry it as useless for what?" "For the few who deigned to /save it/ when the old ways /failed/!" "For a band of /mercenaries/ who worked for an infinitismal fraction of the time your magnanimous superiors have blessed your country!" "And so you imply that mercenaries have more backbone than your negligent gods? What manner of coin could possibly persuade such feats? Heroism cannot be bought! You deny their efforts to free you and I from the shackles of a curse worse than death, which you so gladly forget!" "Efforts? What have they done save kill and plunder this land until stumbling upon a solution?" "And what did /you/ do?" "Unfortunately, as little as /you/! We are not all so blessed, as to be able to take advantage of a daughter of Princess Gwynevere!" "You /dare/ suggest our queen, our /Arch-Lord/ has been played by these-" "Outsiders who now walk free through the city of the gods, above reproach, free to do whatever they please, with our sacred homeland and the works of our forefathers! It seems to me as if they have a better deal than those that /built/ this place!" "And why should they not?! Are they not worthy? Even by the old laws, they bested Sen's Fortress, and the Battle of Stoicism! Either of those alone is worth admittance by law! Your very tradition!" "How very /convenient/ they do so when none are present to ensure the integrity of such challenges! And with our Lady's aid, no less! These 'miracles' you attribute to these outsiders are a lie! They are derivative fraudulence of the true epic of our Queen, for how could humans and /animals/ bestow divine gratitude upon worshippers? The only one with the blood to do so is the one that lead them, and you attribute the tales to them as /celebrities/!" Staren has picked a bad time to walk in, to say the least. The minute he appears, even the opposite mob recognizes him. Their volume escalates tremendously, and some scramble to get him. Immediately, he is surrounded by a wall of diligent faithful, pressing back the mob with great shields. Meanwhile, Gilgamesh, alone on his royal perch, is suddenly party to another presence. When they had suddenly gotten there is unclear, but sooner or later he'll notice a woman crouched next to him, cloaked in blue that shrouds black armour, and wearing an ivory mask that conceals all of her head, save a long, blonde braid. "You have chosen eventful times to witness, godling." She has recognized it immediately. "One of your kind would not be unfitting here, on any other day. I must ask, however, what is your business here? These humans will take what they please, as always."
Staren	Staren flies up so that he can be seen. "When stuff was broken, we fixed it. But we are NOT beyond reproach. And /I/ did not recieve any money from Priscilla for my part in this. Nor was there much plunder -- the souls you use here are not currency anywhere else. We did not /stumble/, we /decided/. If you don't believe the claims about Sen's Fortress and the Battle of Stoicism, I can /show/ you moving pictures with sound of what I saw and heard there. I don't know where the power our worshippers recieve comes from, perhaps we should study it." Staren focuses on those trying to get to him. "Whatever you think you could do to me, I've been to worlds where people fight wars over gods noone can prove exists. Slaying us will not stop those who wish to follow us, it will only make us martyrs." He holds his hands out, and tries to shush the croud again. "THAT SAID! I am not from here, and I don't know your ways. I trust that if the old gods were not worthy of respect, Priscilla would not allow their worship to continue. They made the world -- we saved it. We don't want you killing eachother over it! Why can't worshippers of all faiths live together, if they all value life and peace?"
Gilgamesh	Gilgamesh doesn't even look up at the woman as he takes a sip from his cup. "I am the King. I am here to entertain myself." He flicks his fingers in the direction of the riot. "If something goes wrong, then I will entertain myself putting it right. If something does not go wrong, then I will entertain myself enjoying the architecture. If you wish to strike some objection..." His eyes flash. A smile spreads across his lips. "Then do so hastily, that I might amuse myself further. Otherwise..." He shrugs. "Feel free to sit and join me. I do not often rebuff fair men or women from my company."
Nozomi Houken	For the time being, Taiga and Nozomi both remain where they are, up on the rooftop and watching. Those who are willing and able to keep a careful eye on Nozomi's expression, however, may note that as the tirade against Lordran's saviors continues on, her expression dips into a very faint frown. They're speaking rather poorly of a group of people that by and large consisted of her friends. It quickly transforms to chagrin and worry at Staren. Somehow, it doesn't seem like he's quite going to mollify them. But she can dream, right? Meanwhile, Taiga has much more attention for Gilgamesh at the moment. A Servant being present is of immediate interest to the mechatiger.
Kushiko	"... what a pain," is Mesa's internal sentiment in regards to the conversation going back and forth as it has been. Carrier seems almost completely uninterested, taking stock in the little and not so little aspects of the City of the Gods, and possibly looking for something to hoover up. Maybe. On the other hand, when Gilgamesh is joined by a particular Lordsblade, the King would find himself joined by another hella-sneaky ninja, the Valkyr Warframe, the air momentarily distorting once she decloaks. <"Lordsblade."> she offers by way of greeting. The felinoid tail flicks slightly as Kiras pads closer, giving the direction Gilgamesh is in a faint snuff. <"We got the message, though caution wasn't with everyone."> Valkyr's 'voice' via the Tenno is a bit terse as her faceless visage regards the direction Staren has taken. And given Gilgamesh's words, well... <"The real question comes, what will be 'right' for these people and this place, good King."> There's something to Gilgamesh; even if Kushiko had not personally met him, there was that sense. Much the same that she gives off an eerie, disquieting presence as she speaks: voice without presence, not unlike a ghost but with a greater grasp on the mortal coil. Mesa on the other hand shifts her position just a bit: personally gauging the crowd's reaction to Staren jumping the first hurdle. If they needed to be placated, they would. If not, well...
Tomoe	She listens to the words she'd never really been in helping Priscilla for the money it was a debt she owed the now Queen of this land. She had no reason to help her and the others escape SAO but came she did and that's something Tomoe will never forget. She is paying attention as Staren goes in and asks a questions he looks for a moment and she takes a deep breath as they hear about the fear of outsiders and such fear is something she does have some experience with she fears the like of some random God King rolling into her one and trying to claim it. Change is never easy for a moment. She seems to likely have to step in today for a moment if not now in this moment she hears Staren speak she takes a deep breath and moves in for a moment, she will wait a moment more as she collects her thoughts and steps towards the group but she's yet to speak she will wait but a moment longer
Priscilla	"I suppose I am satisfied with that answer." says whom the audience knows to be is Ciaran. "It is self-centered, but without agenda, thus it is not my task to interfere, as the Lord's Blade." Her figure shifts next to him, balanced extremely precariously at the very corner of the architecture. "However, it is also my duty to put this right, should the need arise. I do not believe it wise to come into conflict for it. If you think me the same as them, you are mistaken." Then a cat and a dog appear. How unusual. "So it would seem not." she remarks calmly, in that same faintly hushed voice, as if she raises it never. She to Staren making a spectacle of himself. "The two of you are acquainted?" Staren is really stirring up the beehive though. There is a general code of conduct, and usual cause and effect, for this extremely rare place where gods literally live amongst humans, if only in an exclusive fashion. Staren, and his number, are closer to legendary folk heroes, but the same general principle applies. His bodyguards shout in dismay as he flies up above them, partly defeating the point of protecting him. Flight isn't a common gift here. "Then tell your /lackeys/ the proper way to behave in acknowledging it! Come down from your throne and demand that they pay respect to their /superiors/, and admit you followers at best!" "Would you dare talk to a Knight of Gwyn in such a manner?! Or Bishop Havel, for instance?! Of course not! For you slavishly obey their heirachy out of respect for nothing but age entrenched! Something new is a cult, something old is a religion, is that how it is?!" "This /boy/ deigns speak to us of his own volition! Perhaps you should acknowledge his efforts to put himself equal rather than above!" "And what should that have to do with acknowledging his rightful place in history? Why must this involve expunging all record of the most important events of Lordran for ten centuries from history?! Perhaps first admit your bigotry, if you can swallow your dogma for long enough! For what other reason does our respect offend?!" Finally, everything goes considerably more pear shaped than mere argument. It had to happen at some point, but the unique way in which is does . . . "Because it demands that the faith you owe your Lord be attributed to another! Well above the laws that demand respect of those who conquer Sen's Fortress, are the basic tenets of this world that demand respect of those who possess a Soul of the First Flame! The very basis of this world!" "You find my faith in our Queen lacking? Very well! Then let me demonstrate it to you in full!" It's much like before. The lightning recitation of verse. The clutching of an old, well-kept, sacred talisman. The pulse of energy so unsuited to a human being, radiating a ripple in reality that recalls the very first age of the world. Unlike before, the wash of golden, divine light fails to appear, as do the sacred runes. Instead, one of the many antagonists, raises his hands, and the visage of a great scythe flashes into them, bathing the path in stark, ghostly white fire. The shifting, glass-like illusion he clutches, burns softly and silently in a way alarmingly reminiscent of the white aura, and white eyes, given off by the things of the Abyss, and the shards of physical Humanity one can find here, however, the deep black that it usually enshrouds is all but completely absent, as if it were Dark without any human element. The man swings it at his antagonistic opponent. It lets off a sound like someone screaming from the bottom of a deep, very dark chasm, and not entirely human. It cleaves straight into the man across from him, and then passes through him without any apparent injury, trailing flickering embers of ephemeral snow. The man, even without wounds, drops dead on the spot, and the crowd erupts into chaos.
Staren	"Hello?" Staren replies to the riot police. "I'm not on any throne, or kneeling in front of one. We're /outsiders/, remember? We're /outside/ the heirarchy. Also, noone said anything about wiping history, knowing what happened in the past is important. I never asked for anyone to follow some dogma." But, you know, people want to riot. Staren rains concussion grenades, riot foam grenades, and phaser stun shots down on the crowd, his armor shocking anyone who tries to attack him. "YOU SHOULD ALL BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELVES! My followers, you need to get along with people. Old ways followers, you need to quit being jerks! Either learn religious tolerance or GET OUT and fight eachother somewhere else!"
Nozomi Houken	"I... Taiga, what do we...?!" Just seeing a man die and the crowd lose its shit (and Staren start to fire into the crowd indiscriminately) is enough to put Nozomi near to panic. The TIGER unit rumbles uncertainly. "I can lower the output on my cannons to nonlethal levels, but they will still cause pain and injury. None of my other equipment is suited to crowd control. Nor is Rampart Mode, of course." The girl slides off his back, kneeling on the edge of the roof, and frowns. "We... this... this is all wrong. We have to figure out why they're..." She's quiet for a moment. "...the one who ki... who swung the scythe. Taiga, can you find him? Get him out of there? We... we should question him." The mechatiger's ears snap forward. It's rare for Nozomi to issue a straightforward order, and he responds without hesitating. "Of course." In the space of a heartbeat, he leaps down to the street and lunges into the crowd. Darting and dodging through the riot, evading blows and skirting fights like the feline he is. He's following his magical sensors, tracking the one who conjured up that scythe by whatever supernatural signature he might have. If nothing else, that spell should leave some sort of residue on its caster, a 'scent' he can follow.
Kushiko	<"Of a kind. Worked together. Wouldn't say friends, really."> That's about te kindest offering Kushiko can give; it's not that she disliked Staren, it's just that he was a bit too noisy for the 'fellow' transhuman. Pay no attention to the bright colors on the space ninja. And then everything went absolutely, and completely pearshaped in damn near /spectacular/ fashion. Therein lies a choice--well, several of them. Mesa begins: unholstering her guns and giving them a twirling little flourish. Those shots of his would find their marks /far/ better than most, as a lasso-like tether of energy leaps out from Mesa to 'hook' to Staren. It does an additional job of suppressant: stunning those nearby and possibly disarming those who are armed--be they with crossbows or direct weapons. Carrier in the meantime, continues to record; nothing like Helios, but the events here should be reviewed directly later. The man with the scythe spell in particular is of keen interest. Any other notion of speaking with Ciaran is presently tabled--the nature of how Valkyr would deal with the riot would involve many, many dead, and Nozomi's got the right of it. Which leads her to--barring Ciaran objecting or adding--throwing out an energy tether of her own to sling herself towards the individual responsible for at least 'starting' the fight; insofar as making the first kill at least.
Tomoe	Now she needs to step in it could be a mistake she sees Staren fly up as the speak she watches crowd trying to read it. Thing seem to be getting bad it is a cult but she also knows old powers are moving too get to the crowds she takes a moment for a moment. She is going to need to speak but then it's too late her hesitation has cost her as someone calls upon a power he's not seen before, she can only watch wide eyed. It's not quite like the Abyss no something missing, there's something missing and now the crowds go into a total panics. She's going to step into the chaos now and do what she can she doesn't know what she can do. She doesnt know how good she'll be to try and control thing she may be caught in a mass of humanity as she now moving to do and she's going to do what she can. she has experience in many things but riot control? She doesn't have union back up for help or advice she's on her own more or less she calls out though attempting to be a voice of reason. "This is not the way this will only lead to more carnage this world has SEEN ENOUGH FOR SEVERAL GENERATIONS!" She's really not a good public speaker but she's damn well trying, she also realizes she needs to get some riot control options...
Priscilla	No one had expected an angry flying cat boy, but then nobody had been thinking about much of anything but their argument anyways. Someone calls out "Dark magic!" and the whole thing collapses, before Staren is raining his massive supply of stun and capture weapons on them from above. Riot foam explodes all over the mob, adeptly pinning down and gluing together the less strength-build members, where concussion grenades and stun phasers slam down into the warriors present in constant, overlapping fields. With a bird's eye view, and such a density of target, it's basically like shooting fish in a barrel. It also means that Taiga seriously has to clear some space. His tiger-sized robotic bulk makes crashing into the crowd relatively easy, but even blasting away at full speed, there is only so fast he can move through the crush of bodies, many of whom are trying to employ wweapons. The 'signature' isn't difficult to find though. It's completely unique, in this area bathed in the divinity of the sun. He is currently pinned underneath someone, wrestling with the other's sword a precarious distance from his chest, before the Warframe slingshotting in clears that problem at high speed, and allows him to be extracted. Tomoe, as a tank build, is pretty much built like a brick, and can get in front of the two easily enough, to block out any further attempts at getting at them. Mesa has a similar vantage point to Staren, and can easily pick out the fellow Elites in the mosh pit, letting her shoot a way clear for them without too much trouble. Overall, as an unorganized brawl, it's not long before it starts to break down, as people struggle to even get past the downed and frozen, milling into disorganized confusion. At that point, Ciaran finally makes her move. It's not much of one, narrowly defined as her duty is, but she leaps to the former no-man's land with about as much impact as a flake of snow. She doesn't bear her swords, but holds her arms wide, commanding some form of obedience from people on both sides. "If this goes any further, I shall be forced to judge it a wilful subversion of Anor Londo's peace, and begin rooting out the conspirators responsible. You have made your voices heard. Return to your homes quietly." It seems only now that people are willing to listen to Tomoe's words of reason, that they have been somehow shamed.
Nozomi Houken	Taiga is not one to skip a beat. His cannons bark a 'get out of the way' order now and then, especially when he finally comes to a stop at the struggle involving the perpetrator. He's just about to go to town on the sword-user, when Kushiko does the job for him - and for her trouble, is treated to the sight of a cat giving a grateful nod. Probably rather strange. But there's his opportunity, and Taiga doesn't miss it. He crouches down, takes a mouthful of cloth, and then leaps carefully out of the fray with all the strength his superhuman (and, for that matter, superfeline) frame can muster. He's getting that guy clear of the fracas no matter what.
Kushiko	It's not the kind of situation Valkyr-Kushiko is willing to indulge in overlong; after she's gotten Taiga the clearence necessary, the Warframe somersaults, throwing out another tether in order to vault herself back to a rooftop before the dispersing crowd have a chance to see her. There's a small chance, however, that this may be happening. Mesa on the other hand, now fully drops from her rooftop. She's held back; just enough from the usual lethal to be nonlethal (but not without pain) and the gunslinger nearly floats when she gets closer to the ground, stepping carefully into the midst of the others. <"You heard her. All of them. Balance this path, you cannot go too hard in either direction."> She does not bring up her Regulator sidearms, but the stance is enough to be like a quiet rattle of a serpent.
Tomoe	Tomoe feels the hits she takes she'll continue to try to do what she can to keep them from getting into a full on brawl but she's going to keep between them she's about ready to plead with them but it seems Ciaran has dropped in and she's happy for the back up in some form. It might not end in a bloodbath, today at least. Though she knows what she said is no bluff either. She takes a deep breach for a moment she'll then heats the Tenno speak up and she smile inwardly. Yes keeping oneself in balance is key but she also know it's damn hard to do too. she jeep there and will wait for everyone to clear out before she'll depart as asked she really is concerned. Something's wrong and she's going to have to look into things, maybe even risk something very stupid to be under anyone's notice. "Please go home, I don't wish to see anyone harmed."
Priscilla	At this point, there's not much anyone could do even if they wanted to continue the fight. Most of the crowd is either immobilized, unable to get to the front, or otherwise extremely hesitant to continue, with some already slipping off of the scene; mostly those less dedicated to the ideological fight than the others. The man Taiga grabs a hold of kicks and yelps in surprise, but is carried off without incident, and calms down quickly when he recognizes who it is (if only by a certain margin). Those who have been totally shut down still seem eager to continue, however, but all they can do is stand silently and seeth with ire at one another, separated by Kushiko and Ciaran like a certain passage from a famous tome. One dares so much as to spit at the other, though hardly in any position to reach, as doing that within ten meters of a Lord's Blade probably means getting stabbed, but eventually, they wander off. This is going to have to be a cleanup job later. Once the crowd has scattered to a sufficient distance, save those unconscious or immobilized, Ciaran returns to join the others. She has little to say, walking past, save this: "There is ought which I would show you. If you are to be embroiled in these affairs, then I must trust you with something few others know. Especially these sorts of men."
Nozomi Houken	A couple of quick hops have the scythe gentleman brought to safety, so Taiga sets him down, and declares gruffly, "Stay here. A number of people are likely going to wish words with you, and if I have to retrieve you, I will be cross. I plan to return shortly." Now that it's safe to bring Nozomi down, he intends to do just that - and as it so happens, he's got her back to the street just as Ciaran is delivering a cryptic message. "I... huh?" Blink blink. She's rather a stranger to the cloak-and-dagger type of proceedings that are common here. But... well, alright, if she thinks they need to see it. After they get this man somewhere they can ask a chain of questions that start with 'Dude, what the hell'. Except, y'know, in Nozomi-speak.
Kushiko	The Warframe Kushiko's operating doesn't make a sound, doing her part to provide the quiet menace required until the group begins to finally disperse. Only then, does Valkyr rejoin Mesa. Definitely a cleanup job later, something they'll need to make sure Priscilla knows the full details of once she arrives. But in the meantime, it's a matter of 'what now' which Ciaran provides once the subdued gentleman of the scythe-spell persuasion is tended to. Ordis, in Kushiko's HUD pops up, <<Find a way to get /rid of this thing/ of hers, please.>> He sounds a bit unhinged for a moment, but Kushiko just kind of sighs--as much as she can make the sound of a sigh through Transference. <"Ominous,"> she dryly remarks, channeling a bit of Mesa's persona. <"But I understand. Consider us warned and interested."> She has a feeling she may yet regret this a tiny bit, but there's a fascination with what's been going down here for her.
Staren	When Ciaran orders everyone to stand down, Staren looks at the crowd... it appears to be largely defeated or dispersed. He flies over to Ciaran. "I will get the solvent for the foam, if people can be kept from fighting eachother as soon as they're free."
Tomoe	Tomoe listens to Ciaran and nods once as she seems to be relaxing slightly, people are breaking up for hte moment but she knows this is from from over. She looks to Ciaran for a moment. "I would be a fool to not heed what you have to say to me Ciaran. Just tell me when I shall be there." This likely goes a lot deeper than she likely thinks, she's also not a poltical animal after all and she would need to now whatr's going on here as mucha s possible or she might make things worse.