Jan 03 03:00:13 106 PA

From Chronicles

The Two big classrooms and the area outside of them has been decorated up, with festive paper and gaudy lights fitting to a childish view of attractive. Booths are set up out in the main area, arrayed in a rough circle about the room, most of them a variety of simple carnival games. Tossing balls, rings and darts. Frog hop, all sorts of places to drop a few credits for a test of skill. One of the classrooms has been co-opted for the food booths, a mix of carnival food and sweets laid out. A little more expensive than buying at a normal store, but as the signs that lead hare say, it's for charity. The other classroom has a few quieter games and a storytelling corner where adults and youths take turns telling stories to a mixed audience. There is, as well, a donations station near to where one comes in. They don't ask, but there's an eye catching enough sign to draw most entering eyes to the fact that its there.

Ruel has been slinking around for half of the day, his face thoughtful. Half excited, half worried. He has listened to stories, bought some sweets and is now settled with a hot dog in both hands, seated on the stairs, watching the world go past.

Having slipped through the Dregs unscathed Tirzah arrives at the hospital and then the class rooms to stop at the donation counter. She linger there for a few moments finding it a good spot to get a look at the events and such. Turning back to the kiosk she's infront6 of she figures she ought to start with a contribution. "What's the recommended donation?" She inquires, not wanting to look cheap and not wanting to look like a snob either.

"We accept whatever you want to offer, dear," replies the elderly woman to Tirzah who is manning the donations booth and watching over the lockbox. Though near to her stands a heavily armored and armed man in clean, black light NTI Carnifore armor. His chestplate is emblazoned with a violet shield and he's intently observant of the goings on in his immediate vicinity. Mostly the donation booth and anyone who gets near it.

The boy keeps away from that booth, enjoying the food available. He has polished off several hot dogs, licking off the ketchup from his fingers as he watches the crowd, apparently looking for someone. Beside him, a bag of chips waits for his attention.

Tirzah looks around some more as the elderly lady really does not help her decide at all. "Hmm Alright. 100 credits." She offers, handing out her cred chip and watching for her reaction to see if that was a suitable donation. Not that she'd be overly comfortable adding a zero to that but she really lacks perspective on the city money system. If she wasn't fiercely independent she'd probably be in trouble with lenders.

The elderly donation taker accepts the cred chip with a smile, showing no negative reaction to it. "Thank you dear. You run off now and have some fun today. The children set all this up by themselves," she notes, sweeping a hand towards the three linked rooms.

Finally, he is ready for the chips, and he begins to make slow inroads on this as he stands up, beginning to look around the place. He moves slowly, searching faces as he moves, his face worried.

Kid comes into the main carnival room with a soft sense of reluctance. But she's tugged along by a younger girl a few years her junior. The youth bears a striking resemblance to Kid, right down to the exotic skin tone. The girl has a small orange cat peeking out from under her long hair, perched on her shoulders and reacts with a lighter mood to the festivities than Kid does. "You can quick tugging, we're here," Kid says to her, not unkindly. Even so, the younger girl reacts with an immediate release and few moments of shyness. Kid's lips draw purse faintly and she murmurs, "Don't worry about it.." She moves closer, tossing an arm over her shoulders. "We're here.. so what do you wanna do?"

Tirzah nods and makes her way into the carnival. She gradually browses through the various set ups quite impressed by the ingenuity the children have shown for the event. And then the smell of food makes it to her nose and Tirzah's stomach grumbles its vote on the mater of what to do first. Following her nose she makes her way over there while contemplating what to have on her hot dog.

The boy watches Kid, the youth and the cat for a moment before he moves on. He returns to the hot dog stand, comparing the money he has left to the cost of more hot dogs, despite feeling slightly sick. They don't match well, so he leans against the wall nearby, returning to people watching, seeking one person in particular, his forehead wrinkled.

The younger girl looks around as the two start to move inward slowly, But before they can pass the donation booth, the younger girl prompts a stop and points out the donation booth. "Shouldn't we leave them something?" she asks. To which Kid frowns faintly. "They're gunna be getting cash from all this stuff," she protests, motioning towards the games nearby. That doesn't seem to convince the youth with her and after a few moments of locked gazes, Kid sighs lowly and fishes into an inner pocket in her jacket. "Right.." Muttered to herself as she steps up to the thing and drops a few credits into the lady's palm, which she accepts without concern for the amount. "C'mon.. you skipped lunch," Kid prompts, slipping her arm about the girl's shoulder again, trying to ignore the pleased smile she gets. Even though it does seem to relax her bad mood just a bit.

Tirzah settles for cheese, dijon mustard, and sauteed onions on her hot dog. Making the elegant masterpiece on a bun with a smirk. Mmming at the first bite she just lingers for now. Her attention sticking to her hot dog with apt fascination. Rarely has something so simple been so satisfying.

Ruel gives Tirzah a special look, heated and angry before he turns away. He gives the woman at the donations table a thoughtful look before approaching her slowly. "Uh, miss?" He is polite, careful, his appearance no different to the other kids from the area really. His face is worried.

Kid glances at Ruel as he passes, though other than that brief, cautious glance she lets him be. The young girl with her doesn't pause and Kid goes along with until both stand towards the middle of the place. "Just pick whatever.. we ain't poor after all." Kid giving the younger girl a casual smirk at that before she looks around herself. Spotting Tirzah nearby, her lips tense subtly. But her eyes pass and she notes the hotdog booth, giving it some focused attention.

The donation lady turns when Ruel comes up to her and, after a glance to make sure no one else is donating at just this moment, she steps away slightly from the little booth and crouches down slightly as she looks to Ruel. "What is it, dear? Something the matter?"

With the event now properly underway and everything moving properly in their own little chains-of-command, there's not a whole lot for Joachim to do - a fact that he hasn't been here since the proper start seems to reflect. Of course, just because he's not really needed doesn't mean he can't pop in briefly for a pretzel, and enjoy the fun vicariously. For the moment, however, Joachim will attempt to slides into one of the classrooms, and find a quiet corner from which to peer at the festivities.

If Tirzah even notices the looks she gets she makes no inclination. Completely oblivious she fishes her hot dog and finds it good enough to merit one more. Getting back in line she considers altering her recipe this time round. Hot dogs are so versatile.

"I'm looking for the boss." The boy informs the woman, a touch of bravado in his manner, his hands into his pockets, his forehead wrinkled into a frown. "I want to tell him something..." He shifts from foot to foot, glancing around, watching for someone, his face worried. "Ask him something. Please miss..." "The hotdogs look good," the younger girl says, calling Kid's attention back to her. Kid nods her head once and will move up to the line as well, just behind Tirzah. "Footlong, right?" Kid asking the younger girl, who nods her head in reply to that and smiles. Then Kid smiles back. Slightly, nodding once as she looks up towards the booth ahead quietly. Eyeballing the prices and the condiments.

"The boss..? Of, you mean Joachim? Haven't seen him for a little while.." The donation lady looks up as she says this, just in time to catch Joa's attempt to slip away into one of the two classrooms. "He went in there, dear, just now." She give shim a warm smile.

Offering smiles to everybody he passes through the groups, before finding the perfect vantage-point to watch. Really, Joachim seems very content with the goings-on, thus far. Beaming from his corner, he seems content to watch everybody having fun, consuming food, and the slow trickle of credits to the organization.

After succeeding in locating the hospital, Ky finds it much easier to navigate to the rooms as her keen sesne of direction is aided by blatantly colorful signs scrawled out just for that purpose. She steps towards the donation booth to make an offering, nearly as overdressed as the man nearby considering she sports woodland-themed Carapace and a thigh-holstered pistol.

Tirzah gets up to order again and goes with relish cheese and ketchup. Taking her creation aside to devote her attention to it much like the other but before she can she notices Kid. "Hello. Come to help the cause?" She asks openly, an obvious question to her, but hey, small steps if that would make the trip with Sage smoother she could deal with minor inconveniences.

The boy gives her a nod, turning to follow Joachim into the classroom, his movement through the crowd hurried and determined. "Hey! Mister Joachim!" He hurries after the man, "Hey!" A determined boy with something to say. He skirts the others, avoiding the others that might know him. "Hey!"

Kid steps up to the booth when Tirzah moves aside, handing a small stack of credits to the younger girl before telling her, "Small one for me, Riley." Then Tirzah speaks. Whilst Riley is purchasing hot dogs, Kid considers the other woman and responds simply, "Just out with her." Her being indicated with a tilt of her head, the young girl buying the hotdogs. She keeps her tone level, her expression vague.

Lost in his own world of revelry, Joachim doesn't immediately notice the child chasing him (after all, he was attempting to duck anybody who'd have questions for him, if only for the moment). But, a determined, shouting child can only be ignored or go unnoticed for so long before it rather makes its presence known. The merriment doesn't lose its effect, however, and Joachim squats down with a smile, adopting the patronizing voice that all adults get when faced with an unknown child, "'Ello. Havin' a good time?"

Tirzah nods to show acknowledgement and accepts what Kid sasy at that. Not really having any more questions and not wanting to look for answers either. She couldn't be judgmental if her attention was on her hot dog. Which in fact was in such greater need of a careful criticism of style and flavor. Smirking to herself she takes the bite and lets out an approving mmm.

The look of disbelieving scorn should wither Joachim's face, melting the flesh. Sadly, for Ruel at least, it does not. "No." The blunt word doesn't give an inch, and the boy shakes his head determinedly, returning to the reason for the chase. "When is the surprise happening?" He shifts impatiently, obviously anticipating this surprise for a time now. "I bought some of the bits!"

Helm clipped to one hip, Ky hands over a few large denomination chits to the woman behind the box. She offers a nod of acknowledgement to the security memeber as well before stepping further in to survey the scenery and smells of food. A somewhat absent wave is given to the recently familiar if yet unnamed Tirzah.

Kid shakes her head slightly when Tirzah looks away. But her attention returns to Riley after, just in time to take her own hotdog from the youth. She hooks an arm behind the girl and ushers her gently to a place at the bar with all the condiments, hanging back a little as she lets her go first in setting her hotdog up. She watches the girl as she does so, her expression softening into a balanced one. The little orange cat seems to notice Kid looking in his general direction and meows at her. Her attention shifts slightly towards him and her lips quirk slightly, as if she's not sure how to react to the little thing. Only when the younger girl is done does Kid set up her own. She goes simple and traditional. Ketchup, mustard and relish.

What Joachim lacks in experience with children, is made up for with pure, unyielding enthusiasm, "Well, I'm really sorry t'hear you're not havin' a good time, son. I'm not too involved with anythin' on the floor, today." The smile never dips, nor does the tone, not even with the most withering or disdainful look the child might muster. "Really, I'm not sure there's goin' to be anythin' in the works for a big surprise. But, well, if it's a surprise..." he says with a wink. "Who'd you come with..?" he asks, all too aware that some of the children here may be orphans.

It is her nose that leads her, now, towards the concessions. Ky eyes the condiments as she orders up a pair, but appears to remain indecisive. Her resolution is to simply daub on a heaping glob of everything, hiding the main fare beneath a condiment cacophony. Most of it even makes it to her face as she takes a large bite, and some of that even gets /in/ her mouth.

Tirzah smiles and returns the wave to the amrored girl who keep reappearing in her vicinity. Her minimal paranoia concludes she's bing followed but she just smirks at the thought as she finishes her hot dog. If she's going to be followed she ought to get to know the one following her at least. So she turns to the other woman with an open smile. "Hello again. We seem to keep running into each other. I'm Tirzah." She offers warmly.

Through the door comes another man. This one is armored, though his gear is homespun, a canny, if messy mix of old armor and bits of hammered MDC metal that form a protective shell. The rifle across his back is old and held together by thick tape in one place and wire in another. He carries over his shoulder a tank of what looks like propane. There's a subtle annoyance and sense of boredom in his expression, but other than a brief look and a flicker of distaste, he doesn't get much reaction from the guardian near the front as he moves through the place, heading for the room occupied by the food booths. He comes in without glancing around much, carrying the tank over towards a booth making a close replica of funnel cake.

The look of irritated frustration on the boy's face is a picture. "I didn't come with anyone. Max is working." He is dismissing the question, giving Joachim a look of frustration. "There is a surprise. Eddie sent me to buy the stuff on the list..." The boy rummages in his pocket for the grubby paper, which he presents to Joachim. "See. The surprise." The list is an odd one, with nails and metal pellets and some odd things like chemicals on it.

Kid tends to the hot dog slowly, not looking all that comfortable when it comes to the place. Her attention flicks about, settling for a moment on the propane tank guy. An edge of cautious comes to her expression, but it's minor and after a few moments she pointedly shifts her attention away from the man, looking towards Riley instead. The young girl was obviously hungry, already halfway done with her hot dog. When she catches sight of the cotton candy booth. "Kid, can I get some cotton candy?" Kid nods her head, digging into her jacket for a few moments before handing over a bunch of credits. Riley carries the rest of her hot dog over as she goes to the booth.

Joachim's expression or mood doesn't change with the distaste, but he takes the list, an eyebrow raising. "I'm not really sure about what kind've surprise would use this stuff, though," he says with a somewhat anxious chuckle. "You said you got some of it?" His gaze lifts to the rest of the party for a few moments as he considers Ruel's being alone.

The latest arrival draws Ky's glance briefly, if just for the fact that he looks held together by tape, wire, and prayer. Tirzah's introduction pulls her eyes to the woman, however. Mouth full of hotdog and face smeared with condiments, she offers a mustardy smile, stifling the urge to use her sleeve (Ronanotonium is not known for its stain removing abilities) and instead reaching back for a napkin. She swallows and wipes most of the mess from her mouth before replying. "Hi. Can't exactly say it's a small town, neither. Ky Baxter." A hand is offered, lowered, then offered again without the handful of food.

Tirzah manages to snicker lightly. "It feels like it sometimes." She offers before following her gaze to the oddly armored fellow, and his propane tank? Why would someone bring a propane tank?? Unless.. she then spots Ruel talking with Joachim, who she hasnt seen since the undead to it takes a moment to place him. In the meantime her guard is up, but she cant see any way to do anything. Cooling her jets she just sighs and watches to see what's in store.

The roughly geared guy comes up to where an adult is overseeing the funnel cake distribution,the kids themselves doing most of the work. "Got this for you," he says with an uninterested tone of voice. The guy overseeing the kids looks up, a bit confused at the presentation of propane. "We're not about to run out any time soon, but it won't hurt to have more I guess," he replies, stepping around to liberate the canister. The bored guy hands over the heavy canister without sating a word.

The boy gives Joachim a puzzled look before he shakes his head, speaking louder and slower, in case the man is stupid. "No, I gave it to Eddie. I told you, I bought it for him." He sighs heavily, pushing his hands into his pockets, and staring at the man in front of him. "You don't know about the surprise." The perplexion shows. Kid glances towards Tirzah and Ky as the two talk, the young woman eyeing up Ky casually as she continues to nibble at her hot dog slowly. But after a few moments her attention shifts back towards Riley, casually keeping tabs on the girl as she goes about ordering cotton candy whilst holding the remainder of her hot dog carefully in one hand. The little orange cat slips out from under her hair and drops lightly to the ground, scampering off before she can turn. "Canti!" Kid shakes her head slightly, watching the little critter run off. "Stupid cat," she murmurs to herself.

"I'm afraid I don't! I'll look into it, if y'really want. An' I'm afraid we've our fair share of 'Eddies.' Why don't you enjoy all the festivities while you wait, hmm? I'm sure I could spare you a few credits to play some of the games, or buy a few treats if y'wanted," Joachim says as he begins rifling in his pocket for something to give the child.

"Still seems huge to me..." Ky grins, then follows Tirzah's gaze back towards the propane deliveryman. "Not everyone has the bennies of the good stuff, I guess... The food's good enough, though..." Her hotdog is retrieved and finished off with a few quick bites and rapid chewing.

Tirzah shakes her head feeling a little a silly over getting tense. "It is quite good. I am fairly impressed to the event as a whole." She says before returning to her train of thought. She didn't realize they were cooking with propane. Shaking it off the checks the room ensuring there's at least adequate ventilation for cooking in this fashion with propane. If not she'll head over to the kiosk and advise opening some windows. Its not uncommon for such things to be overlooked in this day and age after all.

The roughly geared man turns once he's turned over the canister, starting to amble away at the same lax pace he took to get his load there, whilst the other man shifts the canister back behind the booth slowly. He's not a strong fella, but he manages, one of the girls manning the booth giggling at him. "Hush now, this is heavy stuff here," he chuckles back at her. The roughly geared guy will be about halfway across the room and Tir will be just turning that way when the explosion comes. A small conflagration will blow apart the funnelcake booth and the unfortunates manning it. But beyond that localized explosion a nasty hail of nails and small, solid metal pellets will be flung outward in all directions. With the room full of perhaps two dozen people, there are many bodies to eat up the cloud of shrapnel, but even across the room at the hot dog booth, some fragments of metal menace the happy folk. The shrieks and cries rise up even before all of the wounded have hit the ground and a state of chaos breaks out in the room amongst those who are still standing or mobile. The young girl Riley is not one of them, the funnel cake booth just one over from the cotton candy both. Her slender body is thrown like a ragdoll, falling amid the chaos.

For Joachim and Ruel, who are nearer to the funnelcake stand than most, they get a bit more. Joa in particular will promptly feel a sharp crack at the back of his head, a chunk of wood hitting him hard in the back of the head, a few solid metal balls peppering his back. His posture and positioning providing some protection for Ruel, leaving him largely unscathed.

The boy opens his mouth to reply to Joachim's jovial comments, possibly best that he was interrupted by the bomb considering his face. The force of the explosion drives him, along with the others, to the ground. His face is a picture of horror and fear, as Joachim is peppered with the balls, the wood knocking him down.

One hand still in pocket and cracked over the head, shrapnel ripping into his back, well... there's not a whole lot to keep him standing, and he's propelled forward, landing partly on the child in front of him, before spinning and hitting the ground with one final "thud!" for good measure. Alas, he never did get that pretzel. And a funnel cake would have been absolutely delicious.

Kid reacts to the explosion naturally, ducking and tensing, even after a few nails nick her and a solid ball pierces her right thigh. She cries out at the pain, her hands fly to that wound even as her eyes lift. Her eyes flick at once towards where Riley was.. was, the fall of her body drawing Kid's eyes just before she falls out of sight. Her concentration distracted, she slips down to a knee, her injured leg giving out. But she hardly seems to notice, her eyes fixed on where they lost sight of Riley, her expression an unguarded mask of astonished horror.

Just as Ky struggles to swallow an overloaded mouthful of food, a friendly concussion wave helps force it down. The bits of shrapnel pelting and cutting at her face are not so helpful. Too late, one arm still reflexively lifts to shield, then is dropped. Blinking away the flash and afterspots, Ky looks about the room. She tries not to linger upon the dead and wounded, but instead scan for the deliveryman.

Tirzah brings her arms up to protect her face all to late as the shrapnel leaves stinking gashes in her forehead and cheek. The shock dulling most of the pain in the moment though she lets her arms down to reveal her red eyes glowing in fiery fury. Next time she'll trust her instincts she promises and she taps her link to the elements to give her armor its added protection, too little too late. Her aide coalesces, the current evidence of a threat to her quite real. Moving faster than she's thinking she orders it to follow as she sprints out after the delivery man.

As chaos ensues, the guy that brought the propane in gets up from hitting the deck, a slash of blood across his forehead. With people panicking, he glances around confusedly for a moment before he lurches up and makes a break for it. The chaos hampers him, but would hamper pursuit as well, with a mix of people trying to get out and get in at the same time, several white coated individuals fighting to get into the room mere moments after the blast. Which makes for a moment of mixed melee that clogs the place up good. Several people are down.. dead or unconscious, the rest starting to stir. Those that can struggle to their feet, those that can't merely struggle. The funnelcake booth and all of it's sweet treats is simply gone, pieces of it littering that side of the room.

Ruel is panicked, a small child in amongst the chaos. Beneath Joachim, briefly trapped by his body, he fights until he is freed. Then he stands for a long moment, staring out at the chaos, horror on his pale face. Then, a shimmer of light begins around him as the emotion gets away from him, and then he runs, heading directly towards the door, his own injuries light since Joachim took the worst of it. The boy makes his escape, seeking a private place to lick wounds, both physical and mental.

Kid seems but one thing and as the chaos settles in, she scrambles across the room. Moving past walking, wounded and dead in a limping lurch. She almost falls once in her haste, but catches herself with a hand to the ground, a few fallen nails scratching her palm. She hisses lowly, but ignores it as she goes. Finding her sprawled on her side, Kid reaches out to touch her shoulder,then tugs softly. Catching her breath at what she sees. Two ticks later her head is thrown back and she wails out sharply, the outcry an anguished scream of unintelligible expression, mingling with others as some of the wounded collect themselves.

As quickly as she is able amidst the chaos, Ky marches for the exit, or rather the man who is likewise headed there. Gloved hands curl into fists as she struggles to move through, around and over others. Her anger is welcomed as it helps to distract from the gruesome scenery, narrowing her focus toward cause rather than effect. Set.

Seeing the man try to flee the chaos Tirzah smirks and draws on her link to the air element to lift him into the air and press him against the ceiling. No chance of resistance she slows her pace, letting the commotion settle as much as it can while she maintains her focus on holing him there. Once the crowd in his vicinity thins with help from his situation she'll move in to see about getting some answers.

Into the doorway fray comes the tall, dark armored man from the other room. He appears behind the white coated men, spying the roughly armored man almost at once. As one of the key individuals preventing the medical professionals from entering, he twists his rifle around, it in hand, and aims a smart crack at his face, just before a wind lifts him out of the way. Struck in the forehead, he floats in the grip of the air, stunned. "Get back from the door! Now!" The tall man's rumbling voice rolling out hard. Most of the panicked people freeze for a moment at the sound of it, despite the oddity of someone suddenly being lifted by the wind. A moment of stillness that's enough for the medical men and women to push their way in, though one or two of the bloodier crowd at the door are snagged and drawn from the past melee. The rest jog towards the wounded.

Kid's outcry falls away in intensity, but the expression of it seems to open a floodgate as she pulls the fallen girl towards her. She sobs, though each is brief and silent, as if even in this moment something tries to subdue the expression of emotion. But it wont' be stilled, her back and shoulders shuddering with each one. Tears slip from her eyes and for the moment she will see little else but this that lies before her.

Some of her urgency dissipates as Ky witnesses both the arrival of security and the scumbag is lifted in the air. She slows, coming to a stop beside Tirzah. "That is a handy trick..." The comment has no specific target, as she does not know whom is responsible. Not that she is especially concerned. Simply grateful it occured.

Tirzah nods lightly "Thanks" She says in a forced calm as she walks up to her prisoner once the medical team is clear. She'll force a smile for the guard before turning to the man adhered to the ceiling and shaking her head. "My my, I dont envy you right now. I suggest you start talking. I might be able to protect you from them if you cooperate." She states very firmly, her eyes still burning with fury that makes her not want to protect him at all. But she does have priorities.

With the doorway melee on hold, the tall, armored man moves in, sweeping the area with a turn of his helmet. With the white coated people trying to take charge of the people, he moves past them slowly. The homespun armored man collects his wits, glancing about with an obvious confusion. "What the hell.. What're you talking about, chick?" A rough, chain smoker's voice coming from him, though he's not much older than mid 20s. Then the security man will come up beside Tirzah. "What the hell did you do, Joshy?" For the moment not even looking at Tirzah.

Kid bows her head, hugging Riley to her tightly, the tight, pinched sobs slowly smoothing out. Becoming more natural. More audible, though still easily lost amid the lingering din of the wounded and the mourning. She'll be like this for a bit, likely, the white coated people missing her at first. Out of the remains of chaos comes the little orange cat, trotting towards Kid with tail lowered. Nudging up against her, though the young woman ignores or doesn't even notice it there.

Ky just stares up at the man upon the ceiling, remaining quiet for now. Her brows knit as she studies him, and the fact that the security appears to know him by name only complicates matters. "You know this guy?" As she finally speaks, the question is directed towards the guard, though her focus remains upon 'Joshy.' Tirzah frowns as another variable enters the equation. This was getting to be too much, at a loss for what to do she just looks to the guard for a explanation. The possibility that the real culprit gave him the propane tank apparent. The instinct that this is just a tragic diversion from something else, nagging at her. But without a lead she had all the furious power and few places to channel it.

The armored security man looks towards Tirzah and Ky then. In particular he notices the elemental near the young woman and he considers her for a moment. "Let him go," he tells her. "He won't be going anywhere." Indeed, the moment he can, the tall man will take Joshy's rifle, with the other man cringing slightly away from him. "I didn't do it, Thorne! Honest man, I was just bringing that thing in! It was with the supplies!" Thorne's reaction to this is hard to tell, his full armor making him a mere silhouette. But when he speaks, there is notable ire in his voice. "Quiet." No compassion for Joshy shown as he glances towards the two young women., "Know him.. yes. And he will have many questions to answer when I take him to Cross." That doesn't seem to sit well with Joshy, a notable wince coming from him.

Kid slowly gains some measure of control. The most intense moment of anguish passing, though the raw ache of it burns in her gut. So familiar.. too familiar. Instinctively she feels anger rise up. The tremble of sobs giving way to the tremble of fury. Her head cocking as she hears Joshy speak. Slowly she lays the body down. Gently she does this before sending a narrow eyed glare over her shoulder, a hand stealing back to slowly pull a knife from the sheath at her back.

"Duped..." Muttering under her breath, Ky lowers her gaze to rub her forehead. She is quiet again for a moment, attempting to think despite the adrenaline in her skull and wails in her ears. "Maybe there is something left of that tank that might help..." With the man unlikely to flee, she turns to make her way back inside the room, and towards funnel cake ground zero.

Tirzah withdraws her power to lower her prisoner gently to the ground. Seeing the staff have this part of things in hand she allows her mind to drift to other possibilities. "This attack makes no sense outside of a diversion." She thinks out loud with frustration. Then looking to the guard she wonders. "Is there anything else going on here today?" She asks to voice her concern. They had a perfect situation and threw it away, it makes no sense.

The tall man reaches out once Joshy is on the ground, snagging his arm in a tight grip, the partial armor giving enough to pinch him slightly within, a light wince drawn forth. Thorne then looks to Tirzah and shakes his head. "There is nothing else of importance going on here. But pointless sounds just like Clash." His attention moving to Joshy again, giving the young man a shake. "I didn't do it!" he cries out. Funnel cake ground zero is.. unpleasant. The unfortunates near it are.. in pieces, like the stand itself. And those nearest the blast are dead. Gruesomely so, taking the brunt of dozens of nails and piercing balls of metal. Searching the area is testing to the stomach, but one could find the top of the propane tank easily enough if they so desired.

Kid pulls the weapon discreetly, it dipping down beside her thigh as she rises from the ground. Little 'Canti' nudges against her hand, but again she ignores the cat. She would stalk towards where Tirzah, Joshy and Thorne stand, but her wounded thigh inserts a limp every other step, that leg weak from the injury. The blade is held low, flipped into an underhand grip that lets her press it against the curve of her thigh. Her eyes won 't leave Joshy, slender slits of pure hate attempting to burn through him from a few meters distance.

Ky scowls as she surveys the area, one hand lifting to her mouth in an attempt to shield from the stench and help keep her lunch in place. She is forced to pause and close her eyes and take a steadying breath before continuing. Once the large chunk of tank is located, she kneels down to retrieve and study it.

Tirzah blinks at the mention of Clash, having herad that name before. "Clash did this? That's the gang Kid mentioned.. Kid.." She turns to look for Kid in the chaos only to find her approaching behind her. "Kid?" She asks cautiously as she can clearly see her lost gaze but can't see the knife. Her eyes retracing Kids steps she sees the cat, and then the lifeless body. "Oh god.." She manages before looking back to Kid.

At a glance, the propane tank looks normal to the casual eye and the jagged edges of where cap and can connected show an expected outward orientation. Blown from within. More than that may have to wait. "Yes, Clash," Throne states as he looks towards Joshy.. then past him as he notices someone approaching.

Kid will stalk up as near as she thinks she can get without being noticed, though once she sees Tirzah's eyes on her, she drops pretense. Her screams is a feral thing as the knife comes up and the slight woman leaps at the unsuspecting Joshy. Thorne curses as he shoves the man in a bid to push him out of the way. It saves his life as the descent of the knife clips the helmetless man's exposed neck, just shy of the jugular. Unbalanced, Kid is easy prey as Thorne's armored arms enfold her. Despite his strength, the woman becomes a wildcat, writing and flailing with the knife in a bid to get free. "He killed her! He did it he killed her he killed her!" she screams.

Stunned, Joshy just lays there, cupping the cut long his neck. It bleeds freely, but is far from life threatening.

Ky exhales a long sigh, as her hopes are dashed that the idiot responsible might also leave a name and return address stamped upon the thing. Perhaps with more study... She blinks at the renewed yells and rises, keeping the piece in hand as she starts the return trip. What could be going on NOW?...

Tirzah sighs, understanding Kid's fury with a great deal of sympathy. But its misguided, and Kid was the only one who could show her who really did this. "KID!" She yells at her to get her attention. "If he did it he'll pay for it tenfold I swear it. But it looks much more likely that it was Clash, the gang you told me. I know its hard, it hurts, more than I could ever comprehend. But if you want justice, we need your enduring controlled self, not blind rage." She tries to convince the struggling girl, tears flowing freely at the compounding grief of the situation.

Thorne can do little but keep the hellion in place. Small she might be, but strong. And adrenaline laced fury adds to that, but he keeps her secure, the simple, unpowered knife scraping against his armored arm ineffectually. The shout of her name gets her attention. Some of her fury burned away, some still lingers, her narrowed eyes fixing on Tirzah. She's seen Kid angry, but she hasn't seen the woman in a true fury. A dark, dark place that reflects back in her wild eyes. "You know.. you know? You don't k now shit! She was all I had!" Unable to vent on the one she wants, she turns to the next target. Succumbing to her emotions. "He's shit.. filth.. he deserves death. Death!" No more tears, though the tracks of those that came before linger.

The commotion drawing many eyes, though the reaction to Kid's screaming is anything but unanimous. Some look toward her with disdain.. others understanding. Some.. agreement. "Betty.." Thorne's call out summoning a neat, but plain young woman who comes quickly. She knows what's needed, so by the time she gets there, she has the needle ready. With Kid's struggles complicating things, the professional woman grabs her hair, she and Thorne holding her still long enough to administer the sedative. She'll gradually slow, then slump in Thorne's grip. The heat of her anger quelled, taking the fight away. Kid still conscious, though fuzzy focused. Now the tears return, silently slipping down her cheeks as the knife falls aside, clattering to the ground.

Thorne will look to Tirzah as Kid is relaxing. "I can't manage this woman and deal with Joshy. You know her, can you deal with her?"

Tirzah blinks as Kid is sedated, that was her next move anyway but at least this way she wouldn't be scorned for it later. Kneeling down with Kid she calms down as well, her eyes losing their fiery glow. "You're right Kid. I don't know shit. I don't know you. I don't know the girl you just lost. I don't know how grief like that feels. I don't know how you want me to help you. All I know is that you do know. You know where to find and how to identify Clash. I'm begging you Kid, don't let them get away with this. Don't let others share her fate. Share with us, tell us how to identify someone, anyone who would know who did this. I don't know how to ask for anything more sincerely. My things, they're irrelevant now, my loss could never compare to this. But its the same people. Please Kid, help."

As Tirzah seems amiable to handling Kid, Thorne lets her go. Freed of that uncomfortable moment, he focuses on something more his speed. "Come on, we're going for a walk," he grunts, moving over to drag Joshy up and escort him out quickly. The man protesting his innocence the whole way. The woman who sedated Kid lingers for a moment, eyeballing the wound in her thigh briefly before she categorizes the young woman in the wounded hierarchy, turning to quickly assist with those more grievously injured. Many of those who are only lightly hurt are being escorted out, whilst a few common clothed helpers from outside are coming in to move the bodies and help arrange the wounded.

The young woman wobbles on her feet for a moment before her weak leg gives and she slips to her knees. Her own fire quelled, Kid sits limp, her shoulders shaking softly with low, near silent sobs. The grief rising once more to wrap her with nothing to hold it back.Tirzah's words only seem to penetrate partially, Kid not even lifting her head from a forward dip to respond. "Don't matter.. nothin' matters no more.." Her mood swinging wildly again toward despair, the hazy state of her mind bringing a hitch to her speech.

Tirzah mutters in frustration, at a loss. "Well aint that just typical of Kid. Nothing matters. You go up and down about making an effort to change and be a better person. You rant and rave about the people who only see the negativity you display. But when you have more reason than anyone to prove them wrong and do something that matters do you? Can you even? You're pathetic uselessness is not endearing." She scowls before turning away and getting up to go find Ky. "Stick with her for now." She orders her aide shortly well gesturing to Kid. "If she's feeling mobile again let me know. I have to go find some real answers."

Kid looks up at Tirzah with a measure of confusion, the sedative not helping her in this moment, despite the emotional turmoil. But a filament of anger rises in response to the dressing down. "Get off me, bitch," she growls before her attention shifts back towards where Joshy was. A bit of lucidity despite the drug, but he's taken away now. Her attention flits towards where Riley is and, seeing her moved and composed, her eyes moisten again and linger.

Seeing Kid is in fact mobile and not still out for blood Tirzah gives a slight nod to her aide after she returns from surveying the blast area with Ky. No answers there. Indicating for the element to come with her she heads out, going after the guard and Joshy. Maybe the could tell her something useful.

Thorne has left the building, likely with Joshy in tow, though a pair of armored and armed figures will be easily found, keeping watch over the building who are marked by the same violet shield symbol, standing out prominently on their black armor.

Kid will ignore Tirzah pointedly when she returns. Mobile? Perhaps, perhaps not. She'll be in the same place, kneeling on the ground. Though by then the orange cat has turned up again and sits on her lap. It too ignored for the moment, though allowed to find some comfort on her lap.

Tirzah walks over to the other guards, they oughta know where the other two went. "Hey." She greets them briefly, her tone still pretty dark. "Do you know where um.. Thorne, and Joshy. Do you know where I'd likely find them?" She asks, trying to find some lightness to bring back to her tone.

Both look towards Tirzah, one of them a bit shorter than the other. That one waves a hand towards the other who looks back to his duties while the first addresses Tirzah. "Depends on what you're after Miss.." The firm, authoritative voice that comes from within the armor female.

Tirzah holds back the glare she wants to give on responce to that answer. "Well Thorne said the attack was likely the doing of Clash. Being a rather concerned victim of that attack and friend to others there who are much more hurt I want to know more about the perpetrators. Thorne was the last person to mention them so I'd thought I'd ask him for more information." She explains, carefully watching her tone to keep it from challenging the other female.

"Clash has had a will have a lot of victims, girl," the woman states, her firm tone not given to softness. There's a pause before she adds, "Thorne works here regularly as a guardian. If you want to talk to him, come back tomorrow. He'll be here. Just don't expect him to answer all of your questions. Anything else?"

Tirzah stops holding back the glare at the woman calling her girl. "Guess not, I'll come back tomorow I guess. Thanks so much for your helpful service." She adds with distinct sarcasm. Then nothing else out here She'll head back to the scene and do what she can with her holistic medicine and brewing skills.

"We aren't here to help you. There are bigger fish to fry and I got the feeling you don't really know what's going on around here. Which is better for you." The armored woman unapologetic as she turns back to keeping a watchful eye on the premises.

When Tirzah gets back inside, Kid will still be there, but someone will be seeing to her. Despite a local to dim the pain, having the metal pellet in her leg extracted on the spot is a painful experience and she's sweating slightly, her expression hard as she fails to muffle a low groan as the object is drawn out, finally. She breathes out, looking away as the person cleans her wound and starts to bandage it. The cat is still with her, her attention catching on it when she shifts her gaze, but after staring at it for a moment she looks away pointedly. All around her the wounded are being taken out to more appropriate places or walking out on their own in various states of health and lack thereof. There isn't too much work to be done, really. If there's one place you want to get hurt, it's in a hospital.

Seeing everything in check by better trained hospital staff Tirzah finds little reason to remain any longer. Resolute to return tomorrow and start fresh she'll head out, though she wishes she could have done more. Yet another situation to rethink until she cant see straight. But what can she do? Tags: gang tp, joachim, kid, ky, ruel, tirzah