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He exchanged a few more pleasantries with Gloria before falling silent to watch the Anti-Meta protesters; what they lacked in numbers they more than made up for in volume…and lack of basic empathy. Scanning the crowd he tried to single out the ones likely to actually start something; the religious fundies only fought with lawyers, and the far-righters only fought if they out numbered the other side; the crowd he was watching shifted slightly and he saw the one group he’d been hoping not to see the Asshole. They didn’t generally care [I]what[/I] the protest was about, they just wanted to start shit.

One of them seemed to be looming over a rather small girl and was raging at her. Arty could hear him, but he could guess, judging by the asshole’s beet red face and bulging neck. The guy was screaming at the girl, and raising a hand; but it wasn’t until Arty’s own hand locked around his wrist, that Arty realized he’d just stormed across the ‘no mans land’ between the two groups to intervene. The asshole’s attention snapped to Arty, his lips curled to scream something…and then he stopped. The anger in Arty’s eyes, the same flashing anger that had parted the crowd before him as he came over, was more than the bully was prepared to face. 

In the movies or comic books Arty would’ve tossed off some sort of one-liner, but instead he simply slowly let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and looked down at the rather stunned seeming girl. [colour=EDE275][b][i]Christ, I’ve seen CATS bigger than her…[/I][/b][/colour] [colour=EDE275][b]”C’mon, I think we better go.”[/b][/colour] As he looked at her, he finally saw the cane. [colour=EDE275][b][i]No wonder she ended up over here…couldn’t see ‘em.[/I][/b][/colour]

Using a light touch on a shoulder, he got her pointed [I]out[/I] of the crowd, before releasing the Asshole’s wrist and generating as much intimidation as he could to clear a path for them…which was [I]rather[/I] effective. Once clear of the crowd, he guided her to a bench about half a block away; she still seemed so stunned by everything, he didn’t feel right leaving her until he was certain she’d gotten her bearings. Getting her sat down, he sat at the other end of the bench.

[colour=EDE275][b]”Well then…uh…well, sorry touching without asking but I wasn’t sure how else  to get you pointed outta there…” [i]Fuck man, you need to spend more time with people…you’re awkward as Hell.[/I][/b][/colour] He couldn’t help but chuckle at himself, his social skills [I]were[/I] pretty shit. [colour=EDE275][b]”My name’s Arty…how are you feeling now?”[/b][/colour] As he said his name, he almost offered his hand for a hand shake. [colour=EDE275][b][i]Real smooth there idiot.[/I][/b][/colour]