(02-11-2015, 03:24 PM)Warren Castille Wrote: In my head, it trickles in slowly. Each member would hang out elsewhere, you know? Don't want to give it away. A lonesome roe drinks at Buscarron's. A pair of miqo'te hang out in dark doorways near the Missing Member. A solitary hume chats up a lady lying about being single at an event.
But then a second BEEF shows up. Then a third. A fourth. Everyone's on edge, watching these people eye one another, but it's all smiles and pleasing gestures. "Have a drink," says the host. "You look tired, take a seat over here."
But it's too late. Eye contact has been made. A solitary nod begins the skirmish, and everyone takes cover, unless they're jumping in themselves.
A secret brotherhood of ETERNALLY FIGHTING ANGER MEN.
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Disclaimer: Don't actually rough up the HoD without permission.
EDIT: gdi erik, you beat me to posting it! D<