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[sub][@Mr Allen J] & [@Altered Tundra][/sub][/center]
[code]Regal Square, Prince Ed-Field_[/code][hr][hr]

The ice cream, as pleasant as it was, along with the setting sun and the pink glaze it cast across the sky - it was all but a precursor for disappointment. There are a few things that can cause a friendly chat to end on a sour note. Perhaps it sails into the boiling waters of politics or religion. An emergency occurs. Or, specifically pertaining more to this case, work calls. So by a sour note, it doesn't necessarily mean the two left on bad terms. When Francis put a finger to his hear and received a message to investigate a public disturbance, he had to leave Andrea in the meantime with the promise of returning. Andrea, typically, is very understanding of such things, but here there also exists the issue of the nature of Francis' work. Along with the number of threats which remains to be seen, there were just as many reasons for Andrea to be concerned. She must've sent out unconscious commands, for through her mind's eye, she saw apparitions moving restlessly toward the same direction Francis had gone. Curious as she was, she wanted a route where she could swiftly make it in time to see what was happening. As a result of that wanting, a chain had begun to form - apparitions were lined up, leading her toward the destination. As she followed this chain, information was being fed to her: public disturbance - two men, mid-to-late twenties - one, plain-looking - other, ostentatious - motivation... hat. This couldn't have been more ordinary, and figured Francis could probably handle it.

But she was curious; and it was harder to get away with knowing what happened when she wasn't there. It raised questions. So she went ahead on her own, and besides, DOVE might be wondering later on as to why their rally was disrupted like this and being a first-hand witness would indubitably prove her to be useful withing the organization. Not that, uh, she planned on using their broken noses to the benefit of her career - no. It bewildered her just as much that two dumb boys would get so worked up over something so silly that they'd disrupt a peace rally via violence. The irony was incredible. As she trudged onward, she could hear the thoughts of the two men as they scrapped. The opposite of what one would expect, the ordinary guy was apparently planning some pretty wild moves while the ostentatious one just had one thing in mind: [i]go.[/i] Well, two things in mind, if the word "faggot" playing on repeat every couple of seconds counted. Incredible. He might've just deserved a missing hat. Interestingly enough, as the apparitions scanned the crowd, she read some curious thoughts: a third one entered the mix at some point. Third one had the actual hat. Oooh... so that tiny girl incited the fight. 80's pimp dude threw the first punch. The poor victim was no longer a victim the moment he perpetuated this silliness. He was apparently too distracted with trying to look cool in beating the pimp in a fight. As far as Andrea was concerned, the girl was a trouble maker, and both of the guys were assholes. No one to side with here.

When she finally arrived, she came just in time to see in person the ostentatious man kick the other one onto the ground. Andrea might've prepared herself to stop him, but Francis had just arrived on scene to put an end to this nonsense. He didn't feel very pleased with the sorry sight of the boys - but the feeling from the pimp guy, oh, that was a britches-soiling moment. But the gears started turning in the man's head, looking into the crowd - he was looking for someone - feeling of recognition. Idea. Message. All in the span of Francis' warning, too, so he clearly wasn't concerned with listening to him. Andrea prepared herself for dealing with some chaotic attempt at escape. That was all that was going through the ostentatious man's head at the moment, and her poor new RAVEN friend was none the wiser in what they were planning. Meanwhile, apparitions were all through the crowd. A couple of messages were being sent her way, some from the crowd itself, but one in particular seemed to treat the situation with annoyance, but had a sense of recognition similar to the hotshot's: [i]"... You're an idiot, Johnny."[/i]

Within a couple of seconds, a great big puff of smoke erupted in the crowd. It created panic, and Andrea nearly had as well - was it a terrorist? One of those ZODIAC guys? Had this been a distraction - until it became clear to her that this was the intention of someone in the crowd, not one with evil intent, but it was the same person familiar with that "Johnny" guy. It felt like whispers were filling her ears amidst the panic of the crowd. The intent was to get the hotshot out of trouble! Though her eyes were useless in awful-smelling smoke, mental commands reached out to her apparitions to seek out those who she knew were apart of this scheme and keep them from getting away, not thinking of the potential repercussions (the risk of getting involved first and foremost, plus the fact she worked for DOVE when this was clearly a RAVEN issue, and was still but an [i]intern[/i]). One, simple command with the mental imagery of those three men and one girl: [i]detain[/i].

It feels like it takes zero effort at a glance. Though she stood simply, there were three specific bodies in the surrounding area that were locked in place, their muscles, even as they tensed, were unable to move as though they were tied with rope. If she focused on herself, she could feel the faint mental strain it had on her. There in her grips (or the grips of the apparitions, which is an argument of semantics given how they execute her wishes all the same) was a well-dressed man, this Johnny guy, and the one on the ground. Curious... only three? The short girl who started this mess must've been quick. She was out of this scene as quickly as she came into it. She must've high-tailed it out of here the moment Francis stepped in. Andrea was probably too focused on the boys to make a note of her. Regardless, her voice softly projected into the minds of the three men as they stood (or layed on the ground) immobilized. Through her eyes, multiple ghosts seemed to huddle around each of them.

[i]"This will be easier on the both of us if you don't struggle. You could strain something."[/i]

Well, that wasn't so bad. Perhaps a little bit more composed next time, and she could probably have a future in this sort of stuff... on second thought, never mind. She'd best leave this sort of stuff to the action hero types in the future.

As the dreadful smoke began to clear, she could start clearly seeing Francis now. Her eyes were glowing more intensely at this point and she was standing rigidly with a hand over her face, staring down the scene as the crowd was backing up away from the source of the smoke and leaving the five of them center-field. Jake and Johnny could be seen frozen in mid-stride.