[Even if she hadn't been inside one of the Old Town Blood shops looking for a new pair of goddamned pants, she would have heard the mob that formed and began to riot down the street. She was not surprised. She'd felt the tension in the air. This shop already had a broken window, and she'd heard about the new fires set in Old Town homes. The tension would have had to snap eventually, but it sure could have waited until she was back helping with salvage and cleanup.
She poked her head out of the shop and watched the mob roll down the street like a ravenous beastie, leaving the wreckage of anger in their wake (and the psychic taste of that anger in the air was new and horrifying and fascinating). They were moving faster than she thought, and she spared a thought that she should probably get the hell out of the way.]
Shit.
[She did not notice the Ebon Council-sent guards gearing themselves up for a battle. To the nearest person, she comments:]
Unquiet Riot -- Closed to Mollymauk
She poked her head out of the shop and watched the mob roll down the street like a ravenous beastie, leaving the wreckage of anger in their wake (and the psychic taste of that anger in the air was new and horrifying and fascinating). They were moving faster than she thought, and she spared a thought that she should probably get the hell out of the way.]
Shit.
[She did not notice the Ebon Council-sent guards gearing themselves up for a battle. To the nearest person, she comments:]
Can't fucking blame them, though.