First Event - Lady In Red

[Bruce Hollister]

(why did this event have to start on my busiest school day ;__; )

Once Bruce had made sure to thoroughly clean himself up, using his reflection in the cafe window, he looked down the street to where Miles and the strange woman were talking. He immediately tensed. He'd seen this kind of thing before -- two cowboys in the Wild West, ready to pull pistols at a moment's notice.

"Birdy lady thing!" his trench coat chirped, and Bruce slapped it against his thigh as a response.

"Sssh!"

(Edit: holy shit 45th response ._____. )

[Bryce Langley]

Bryce couldn't help but stare, glancing between the tall blonde man and the lady in red. Nephew? They were related?

[Coraline]

"Show me your city, Miles. I want to see what you have become."

[milesquincy]

Miles folded his arms. "The first thing you should do is pay for whatever it is you had. All beings, mundane or otherwise must obey the law."

[Coraline]

Her feathers flattened and she frowned a bit.

"Fine, fine, I'll pay." She grumbled.

[Bruce Hollister]

"Would there be any chance of paying for a meal for me too?" Bruce chirped, flashing a grin.

"Food please," his coat agreed.

[Bryce Langley]

Bryce barely disguised his sigh of relief, glad that the Big Guy was there to sort things out. Hearing the stranger speak up, he gave a small smile, gently tugging on the German's coat to get the man to follow as he approached the other.
"C'mon, I can get y'somethin' t'eat, without gettin' ya in trouble."

[Coraline]

The feathered woman frowned. But... she would play by his rules, for now at least.

[Bruce Hollister]

Bruce's grin grew wider. "I like you. What's your name, sir?"

[Bryce Langley]

Bryce didn't hesitate to return the man's grin with his own kindly smile, shifting his grocery bag to his opposite hand so he could offer the freed one in a friendly shake.
"Bryce Langley. I take it y'new in town?"

[Bruce Hollister]

The blond shook his hand. "Bruce Hollister. Roamer, wanderer, nomad, vagabond, call me what you will. I've only been in a city for a week; I've forgotten how expensive these places are..."

[Bryce Langley]

Bryce gave a soft laugh, letting his hand drop once the newcomer was finished.
"Well, y'kinda wound up the sorta ritzy part'a town. There's some spots just a few blocks down that are just as good an' half the price. C'mon, I'll show ya."
A moment to short out his groceries (and put away his comic book), and he started off down the street, carefully skirting the arguing supernatural pair. He paused upon seeing that the little German was still there, and gently tapped him on the shoulder.
"I think Miles' got it covered, y'can go now."

[Alfons Ogdein]

"Told you so." Alfons giggled.

[Coraline]

The woman glared at the human. She would have loved to light him on fire, if just a little. With a disgruntled burble, she paid for her tea.

[Bryce Langley]

Bryce tried not to smile, not wanting to encourage the little German, and turned back down the street. He could use a little something himself after that...
A few blocks turned out to be a 5 minute walk into the most eclectic part of town, where cultures clashed and the human and supernatural worlds had no distinction. Bryce waved to a harpy woman selling vegetable tarts, getting a flash of emerald green plumage in return, and skirted a pair of bickering dwarves before approaching a little cafe where a scruffy minotaur in a pair of battered corduroy overalls sat reading The Book of The Duchess.
"Lo, Barnaby, is the lady in?"
The minotaur glanced up, revealing a pair of gold-rimmed pince nez seated on his broad nose. He smiled, baring massive yellowing fangs as he set aside his book.
"Bryce, lad! Ay thought you'd'a forgotten 'bout us by now."

{pfft, I needed a supernatural bit character, please don't mind the Scottish minotaur. ^^;}
{Oh, and The Book of The Duchess is Chaucer, btw. Just in case you didn't know.}