Revolution: Open to All

[infernoandhearth]

When; TODAY
Rating; pg
Characters; Everyone in the City
Summary; Glorious chaotic revolution
Log;
Two mashed together revolutions have just broken out in the City tonight. There's yelling, and violence, and fires, and a march on important City buildings. It's not particularly organised. Everyone seems to just be acting as loud and noisy as possible.

One question remains: are you hiding from the riot, or are you a part of it?

Comments

[doeswhathewants]

[And Serrure is perched on top of a street light, watching the chaos below. And with good reason, he's got to make sure it is directed chaos. Formed chaos.

No, okay, he's actually just reveling and thinking on the later plans to usurp the deities. And is half grateful Sif isn't here to yell at him with his methods.

But the ends justify the means, yes?]

[infernoandhearth]

[Way to make it difficult to talk properly to you, Broki. As a peregrine, Luke swoops, and lands on Serrure's shoulder, carefully not digging in his talons.]

It's nice, isn't it? This was a good idea.

[doeswhathewants]

[He likes your animal forms, Luke (he's stealing Broki, btw) and strokes the feathers of your chest.]

A very good idea. We make an excellent team.

[infernoandhearth]

[That is nice. He lifts his chin for easier access.]

I'm really rather excited. When do you think we ought to fit in a very public argument?

[mortemscintilla]

[ As a sudden blast rolls down the street, the pretty fire dazzling the eyes, Serrure may feel a secondary crackle of electricity. The streetlamp he's settled on shorts out in a burst of sparks. Nothing too destructive. Just a way to get his attention. ]

[ On the adjacent building-ledge, there's a masked figure perched. Neither threatening or non-threatening. Just in wait. ]

Enjoying the ringside view?

[ The pitch and intonation of voice isn't 'Li's at all. To him, this isn't a 'revolt' so much as a free-for-all disaster. But someone must have stirred it up. ]

[doeswhathewants]

Ack! [As the light sparks and shorts, he clings to the post and scrambles to resettle, arching a brow at the figure.]

As well one of the ringmasters ought to.

Are you not enjoying it? [Ingrate. This is for your freedom. Trust him. He's a norse god.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ He trusts Norse gods as much as he trusts mortals. ]

[ Not at all. ]

Ringmaster, hm? [ His tone is insouciant, as if they're engaged in an interesting but abstract discussion. ] My levels of boredom aren't that advanced yet. Otherwise maybe I would. [ He wouldn't. Battles and violence are just a tiresome impediment when you've lived in an environment steeped in warfare. ]