tampered | Open;

When; Monday, October 12. Early evening.
Rating; PG
Characters; Tony Foster (

darkest0knight ) and anyone Tony has spoken to and made friends with is welcome.
Summary; It's Tony's first real Thanksgiving and Eden is cooking so naturally he's invited the whole city to crowd into the apartment.
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It had started out as just a nod to the holidays, like it usually was back in Vancouver when Tony didn't really know anyone to have Thanksgiving with (Zev was Jewish, Amy was...well, Amy) and Henry, of course, couldn't eat a turkey which was the whole point of the holiday in the first place. He'd had turkey sandwiches with cranberry sauce and bought a pumpkin pie from the bakery and watched movies until it was late enough to call Henry and have some company. This year was different.

Automatically, it was different because he was in the City, but it was also different because Tony had friends. And friends who could cook, no less! And Victory was here and not a vampire and thus could sit at a dinner table and not growl at Henry when he came over. So Tony was excited and had probably bought too many cans of vegetables and sticks of butter but that was okay.

He just hoped he had enough plate settings.

[ooc: If your character is a friend of Tony's feel free to assume he invited you to Thanksgiving. Since I, myself, am hosting Thanksgiving at the moment, I probably won't be able to respond to threads until later tonight but feel free to have characters mingle!]

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Niko couldn't help it. With Promise, in a strange place, at a social event, he automatically assumed the role of bodyguard. The apartment was small enough that he could safely separate from her to inspect the surroundings; had they been in a larger room, he would have relied on a partner (usually Cal) to carry out the task while he stayed near his lover. Soon enough, he had an idea of the layout of the place, a mental map of the exits, and had assessed which areas were vulnerable and which defensible. All of this was done with a casual air that suggested he was mingling or indulging curiosity rather than identifying potential threats.

Promise watched Niko from the corner of her eye with a smile. She wasn't surprised at his behavior and quite frankly was touched by it. His protectiveness was one of the many quirks she found so endearing about him.

She worked her back over to him and threaded an arm through his, leaning over to whisper in his ear, "I take it we're quite secure?"

The subtle smile he wore was for her alone. He slipped his arm free and circled her waist, his hand resting at her hip. "We are now." Considerate of their company, he had been mindful to carry only those weapons he could conceal on his person without drawing attention, a complement of six knives far below his typically prefered dozen or more blades.

And she knew the location of every knife on him. She gave a soft laugh and leaned into him, "Good. I was so terribly worried."

She followed up with a raised eyebrow, "You do know that there are at least two people here who can work magic, right?"

"Two?" Niko raised an eyebrow and scanned the room once more. "Show them to me."

Her hero. "Tony's one, dear, and the other is Eden, the young woman in the kitchen."

A skeptical glance was directed at Tony. The boy didn't look like a conjurer, but then, the most dangerous and powerful individuals often don't look like much. Eden he had yet to catch sight of. "I'll take your word for it. I suppose they're additional security?"

"You mean in case things go badly?" Promise kept the tone light, but she understood the seriousness of the question. "Tony is capable of keeping things under control, or so he assures me."

"Good." Niko briefly noted another guest nearby, a stranger to him like most of the people present, before he went on. "I take it Henry Fitzroy would be that man there, the one who walked out of a Tudor family portrait."

"Yes, that would be the actual Henry Fitzroy. Bastard son of the King."

She gave Niko an appraising look, and a smirk "He's a bit... touchy about family. Best not to mention it. Holidays and all."

"Hardly surprising with the family he had," Niko murmured, somewhat impressed in spite of himself with the other man's identity.

Promise could read Niko's expression fairly well by now. "However, I bet if you asked, he could tell you some fascinating things about the weapons he was trained to use in his youth."

He short her a look of embarrassment that soon morphed into wry amusement. "Are you trying to make sure we'll get along?"

"With the absolute minimum of territorial growling and perhaps some enjoyment?"

"Since when do I growl?" Niko replied, teasingly. "I can't say that I like the attention he pays you, but I can promise to be civil as long as he doesn't start anything."

With a soft kiss to his cheek, Promise dropped her voice low. "You have nothing to worry about. He has nothing on you."

"He has enough titles to exhaust a ream of paper." Still, Niko tightened his arm around her in quick embrace.

Promise returned the squeeze affectionately. "I have everything I need, right here."

Gently, Niko turned Promise to face him, and kissed her lightly. Staying close, he gave her another of his tiny smiles. "In that case, I suppose we should be courteous and say hello."

Promise gave a soft sigh, "It might be best if I go alone, other... predators might make him nervous."

Expression grim with unhappiness at this pronouncement, Niko nevertheless released her, though reluctantly. "All right."

Promise gave him another soft kiss, "I'll be back in a few minutes, wait for me?"

"I will."

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