Back In Business [Platinum Playhouse]

Making a note to find out more about the workings of the Playhouse's operations and targets later, Creature's attention snapped to Mad Dog. A man familiar to this 'Lars', with a cavalier attitude to match clear experience in the dealings of the After Dark. Behind the fangs of his robe, Creature frowned, feeling a mixture of suspicion and admiration rise within him. No-one escaped the Demons, not by the telling of the Playhouse, anyway, and certainly not in his experience, but to disappear for years and just show up with a grin and a jab at the new blood? It sat ill at the core of him, stirring Monster from its slumber at the back of his mind. His robe shivered, given a life of its own, and the fangs flexed outwards, grinding together in a harsh, scraping discordance. He unfurled his arms, taking axe blade in hand underneath the obfuscation of his clothing, and watched. Waited.

And again, it came up...that loss of life to one of the other district leaders that hit Unison so hard. And if it was so easily brought to mind by the strike of a de-powered foe...well.
It seemed it was still a fresh wound for the old guard...or a deep one.
"...in any case...regardless of the usefulness of public perception at that moment, it is that same perception that keeps the public hostile. Regardless of how effectively we can rectify that, it is at least in our interests not to add fuel to the fire." He'd leave that there for now, regardless of any possible further argument that could be made. Still...he'd now seen what Shotaro could be spurred to - and he wasn't inclined to forget about it completely.

From there, Revenant's attention turned to the new...or as the case seemed to be, old face. He shook his head as Shotaro decided the best move was to give the new arrival the cold shoulder, but decided against being contrary for the sake of it. "As much as I would appreciate being able to take your arrival in good faith, as my colleague has said...there are complications."

"Rev'nant is ri'te, Shotaro-boyo. We gotta keep the peeps on our side. Else it's gonna be tougha' here on out." The demon squeaked with visible concern for the Psyche-Terrorist. The demon could hardly blame them for going to such an extent. They already lost a member on their side and Larsinny knew what that felt. He knew what it was like to be helpless, not being able to do anything for his friends when they were on the front lines. It took a lot for him to keep this place going, but to be on the rear lines was a bitter taste in his mouth. Even if Shotaro assured them that he wouldn't go too far and it was all for appearances, how long would that even last? Even Skelter found his breaking point too. Now how long would it be for him?


He was blatantly ignoring the group with his focus solely focused on the demon. Larsinny fidgeted on his hooves while looking to the side uncomfortably. He wished the caped Psyche-Terrorist gave the delivery more care than just hamfistedly handing it to Mad Dog. The demon could feel the full intensity in the Psyche-Terrorist's stare. So much time had gone by and it was evident so much would change in that time span. But something was wrong, horribly wrong. The goat finally began hesitantly. "We were plannin' to take down a District Head..."

He continued to give a jist of what happened. Each word and account caused the Psyche-Terrorist to gnash his teeth together and his fist bunched into a clenched ball. This was fucked. How could this happen? Why did all of this happen? But, of course, it had to be the Cadets and their dreaded Royal Guard. The indignation threatened to boil over from the news, but he finally sat down and mulled his thoughts over the counter for a moment. "Shit. I ran because they were still hunting me down back then. That fucking Captain of theirs was. If I went back to the Playhouse, it would've been game over. And I thought if I laid low for a bit, you guys would've been alright and kept on chugging."

Mad Dog seemed upset with the news, to say the least. He was taking it badly, and as Revenant listened to Larsinney retell the tale of what lead up to this, he found himself with a little more info and a very blatantly unhappy Psyche Terrorist in the room.
Something irked him about his closing comment, though. It seemed a familiar sentiment, only this time, spouting from someone to whom such a sentiment should not belong.
They could get shit done. And they ought to bloody recognise it.

"Do you really believe that?" Cecil's voice took a cold tone as he addressed Mad Dog. "It's unfortunate what happened to them. Honestly, I imagine it's rather painful. But Larsinney remains. The Playhouse remains. And whatever catastrophe has befallen it before, it seems to have done well enough in rebuilding and continuing on." He gestures to the other faces in the room, new and old. "We've taken down a District Leader. We have seized their assets to proclaim our existence to the world, and with it our mission. And now...we need to keep this moving."
His head tilts. "You lost a few friends to the Cadets. But had you revealed this place, you would have lost them all, and what they stood for. This place continues to exist because you protected it from their eyes - and in turn, allowed all those here to come together."

"Look to what you've saved, not what you've lost, because I hardly imagine that doesn't matter."

Gabe was being ....well "Gabe" at the time, and maybe he could have been more mindful of the feelings of others at this point in time, but it was honestly hard to do so. It wasn't necessarily the same as he wanted it to be, or a friendly race of two teams for a goal that would have primarily ended up the same no matter what. What's not what this was about. Even though Gabe tried to make up with Frogerio, he didn't know how much or how long that could have lasted with the nature of how Gerio was, only time could tell if he would follow through.

But wasn't that the case with all friendships?

"..."

Gabe took a sip of his own drink as he listened to what both the mad dog said and what the knight was saying to him saying as well. Gabe didn't want to be insensitive, so he waited for them to finish.

"Which is the bright side of your antics, a new playhouse was birthed in place of the former. Even this is not what you intended, this is all that we have to work with, the willing people in this room that would even want to entertain or explore the possibility of being free from the government's clutches. We will never replace the friends that you had such a bond with, and maybe I was too harsh. For the sake of that friendship, maybe you do want to join them, even if the goals you have aren't the same anymore. It was a mistake to criticize you and assume that your wants were more in line with the playhouse in that retrospect, so for that insensitivity, I sincerely apologize."

Sighing a bit, Gabe continued.

"Skelker's not alone though, he has some powerful former friends of ours that was more in line with his thinking. I don't like to remember that day too much, but if the devastation of what you expected to happen with a friend became so much different from what you aspired it to be, then I know how such a loss feels, along with its inevitable disappointment. But as long as we stick together with a clear conscience of what we believe lies at the end of this crusade, I truly believe that things can change for the better. I dismissed my earlier notions as naive, but I thought that if we were successful a few times in handling it in the way that Larsinny showed us to take down the government, maybe the others, including skelker, would change and join back up with us. I had those hopes, I really did."

Looking up at everyone else, then turning to the mad dog, Gabe would smile.

"So as the senior member of the playhouse, this is a bit of a bold request, but there might be some tricks to the trade that only you would know about. We need your expertise and guidance to pull this off, and we also need to think about the next target. I'd prefer someone that when we spin around the results of stopping the district leaders nefarious deeds after exposing them, the people would be less afraid of the terrorists. I undoubtedly used that fear to my advantage the night before, that was a mistake I shouldn't make if I want to set an example for the others. It shows my inexperience behind closed doors, the things i said that you "didn't see" in the broadcast for it to get put up in the first place, which is why THIS PLAYHOUSE RIGHT NOW, is the one that needs you."

Waiting for everyone else to finish speaking and listening, taking in Larsinny's story as much as the "Old Dog" had been. There was a lot to take in, and not a lot of time, with a slight tension between the knight "Revenant" and the magician "Shotaro". Taking it all in, the boy terrorist timidly raised a hand, trying to get attention as the magician finished. "Um... I'm sorry to interrupt, and I hope that this isn't entirely... Um... Dumb... But, well..."

Breathe. Don't show weakness.

"If you don't know who to target next, and you're prioritising District Leaders, then why not target not a who, but a what. And, uh, what I mean by that, is, we bide a brief bit of time to gather information on the district leaders, what they have been doing, and any signs of what would be the best course of action? I... Uh... Going in blind just doesn't strike me as a good idea, although my inexperience may be the problem there. I also don't know where a source of information like that would be, but, well, if we found a source of information, that'd give us a couple steps ahead of advantage right?"

Yikes he was new to this.

Creature kept his mouth shut. Grit his teeth, winding the fangs of his garb into an impenetrable lattice of grating bone. All this talk of loss, of maybe's and potentials. The lost, leaderless playhouse with a directionless dream of could-be's. Was this what he'd signed up for? What he dreamed of?

Certainly not, snarled the Monster at the seat of him. Certainly not - and he would not accept it, either. Even Mad Dog, for all his bluster and showmanship, disappointed. Moralising idealism, woeful inexperience, and crushing loss. Is this what awaited him, so soon after following the madness gnawing at the corner of his mind?

He let slip a scoff, a chuckle masked by the jangle of chains, but nothing besides.

The Psyche-Terrorist was morosely staring at the wooden surface of the bar table. But he wasn't so morose that he didn't listen to what each of them said. His tense shoulders began to relax as the words they presented to him began to weigh on him. He closed his eyes to mull it over for a moment. When he finally opened them again, he began to speak. "Hell. I guess you're right there, shiny armor. It's just hella depressing when you're gone for a bit and everything just changed, ya know? But you're right, can't waste my time on this shit. And no offense taken, Top Hat. It's a tough world out here, so I don't mind it. Besides, if we're gonna put this asshole of a bureaucratic nightmare down, gotta pool our resource together and work together. So you can count me in. You guys seem cool anyway. Don't see why fuckin' Skelter thought to fuck off elsewhere."

"Dat's da' plan, guv. Dat's all we do here. Ya can't take down a District Head without gitting sum dirt on 'em and spread 'em to the populace. Their power is reliant on the general consciousness of da' people they guv'ern. Odda'-wise, it's impossible fo' us to take 'em down." Larsinny informed the bat-masked Psyche-Terrorist. He remembered there were newcomers here. It must've been really uncomfortable for them to watch an entire soap opera like this. But in the end, they were in the business of handling the rebellion against the Government and they needed to get their shit together for it.

Mad Dog crossed his arms to his chest while leaning his back on the edge of the bar table to face the rest of the party. A smirk was apparent on his face despite his mask. "It ain't a bad idea. But you'll probably might wanna take this time to focus on something else. Knowin' the gov-bastards, they'll be prepared for next time. Hell, you guys and Skelter's peeps whacked two District Heads. They're not gonna be happy, let me tell ya. Better to let the heat cool down a bit and focus on a bit of PR work in the meanwhile. Make the work easier if we get the people here root for us, ya know? And 'sides, knowing Skelter, he'll be working on his next target too. No need to rake the coals right away. Cuz ya'll get burnt instead. So what we'll do--"

He paused and looked towards the entrance. There was a growing hubbub of voices in the distance. It sounded as if a group of people were approaching. The noise grew more and more until the door was opened, causing the door bell on the corner to ring again to herald new arrivals. This time, it would be ringing several times. People in masked appearances began to file in droves. But it wasn't just humans, there were what appeared to be demons in inhuman forms. They all seemed to be here to look upon the occupants here. Many spoke in hushed voices. Others were excited. The small remainder appeared to be critical. Whatever reason they were here, they weren't present to cause any harm. At least, not yet.

A blink of satisfaction rippled through Revenant as Mad Dog picked themselves up and affirmed where it was they lay. It was brief and fleeting as these things always tended to be for him, but it felt good. "It's Revenant. A pleasure to meet you."

As talks continued, the dark knight remained silent, listening carefully to what was said around him. And in all this, the approaching voices didn't escape his notice. His head, too, turned to the door, to be greeted with a sight he certainly hadn't expected.
A grand crowd of interested minds had gathered in the Playhouse walls, human and demon alike seemingly here to take stock of the group that had announced themselves to the world. The words that flew by suggested new and old faces alike, those who'd known the old Playhouse and those that had been freshly introduced with the new one.
It was something of a shock, to be certain...but not entirely unwelcome.

Revenant gives a sideways look to Larsinney and Mad Dog, another little smile resting beneath his helmet. "Well well...you never told me you used to be so popular." The words were mildly amused, but there was an undertone of surprise at the turnout they'd received. Both in its numbers, and its contents.

Gabe was rather content with the fact that the mad dog wasn't going to hold what he said against Gabe. He had meant well and acted in such a way in order to protect his comrades, or try to make decisions that he thought was best. This also included some of the hard decisions they didn't mean to make, offering to take more of the strain of what subjects one's moral compass. They didn't have to ask Gabe to do that for the man to offer himself in such a way.

With The Mad dog seemingly coming along for the ride with the playhouse once again, Gabe listened intently for the next moves to make. Apparently, they needed to lay low for the time being, and there was actually something to do in the downtime of things. But before the man explained what it was, the playhouse received more visitors.

One after another, humans and demons alike were entering and whispering among themselves.

"I request a bit of silence if you mind, my companion over here was just about to finish a very important sentence. But nevertheless, I welcome you all to the platinum playhouse."

Tipping his hat to the visitors while he was at the table, the mad hatter would give them an acknowledging nod, but he still remained on guard.

"So tell me, even with the welcome I so graciously greeted you all with, there is still the question of intent with such a visit. To what do we owe the pleasure of so many persona users? What are your stories? Did you hear the echoes of rebellion that gave birth to the power of protecting yourself? Do you see to find out the truth about this city?"

Unison sat silent watching the scene unfold, but also seeing their new members reactions to things, she wasn't one to simply let them stay unobserved, she made that mistake once already, and people she thought would stay with them had left to become killers, so she simply sat silent, watching, listening, though as the scene started to come to a close she heard voices from beyond the door and she tilted her head ever so slightly, it would seem Mad dog was followed she thought, though as the doors opened and demons and others like them walked in she heard their comments and nodded a bit.

Shotaro greeted them in his rather stand offish way, she had to talk to him about such things later, it was good to be honest and to the point, however she had noticed he had a tendency to be far to blunt, to the point that some could see it as rude, though she would have to wonder if he actually cared if he seemed such or not at times considering what he had said to her when he confirmed their friendship.

Then there was Revenant, she would need to talk to him later as well, there was issues with trying to force your way of thinking on others, and then there was the fact that he didn't seem to trust Shotaro's reasons, Unison knew he wouldn't kill people, and at the time they needed to work fast, if Shotaro had actually stepped over the line from a false threat to a real one she would have been the first to stop him, Selenus didn't want them to be like the other group, and that was one thing she was willing to fight against happening even if it meant fighting a friend to remind them of that request.

Then there was the other two, the new people, the one with the teeth seemed to not take this whole situation very well, perhaps he thought they were a more organized group? Shotaro's speech could certainly give that impression, so perhaps seeing that they were far from that may be leaving a bad taste in his mouth.

As for the one named Ribbon he seemed....scared...they were labeled as terrorists after all, perhaps what mad dog suggested and working on Public relations would be a good Idea? If it meant getting people that were scared of them to fully support them then it would do well for them to do so, even some demons support would be great.

Finally as the crowd entered Unison stood up and walked over to Larsinny "I believe your Bar may become a bit more busy from now on...if you require help please let me know..." she said simply before turning to give a polite bow to the crowd and she then returned to her seat and took a sip of her drink, looking to Mad dog she did finally address him "Welcome back by the way...it's rather obvious that Larsinny missed you...I hope to get to work with you and that we hold up to any expectations you may have of us..." she then turned to look at Creature and Ribbon "That goes for you two as well...welcome, and hopefully we can all work together well and help support each other"

"Hell. Looking forward to it. Hope you guys can keep up. Cuz I get crazy from time to time. Ya know? You'll need to get up to ol' Skelter standards or past it if we wanna get some shit going." Mad Dog replied back with a smirk. He was hoping to get some time to know these guys Larsinny somehow wrangled in to this bar. But, there was always time for it. And hell, even Larsinny could fill him in later.

"Aww shucks. It didn't even last dat' long. Tho' I guess I underestimated how much. I think sum' of 'em are becuz' of ya, Shotaro-boyo." Larsinny sheepishly scratched the back of his neck as the crowd began to file inside. Looking back, with how these kids even managed to take over the broadcast, maybe this was an inevitable result. With the Platinum Playhouse debuting in such a way that defaces and demeans the Government's control, it gave at least a bit of curiosity of what they're really about. "Seems so! Just come from the back. We're only open on nights."

When Gabe called for silence, Mad Dog visibly shook his head and gestured him that their conversation can continue at a later time. The crowd murmured among one another. But a single voice called out. "Hell, man. We just came to see if you guys are back, mostly Skelter. We always knew the city was in the shitter. If you're wearing a mask, ya pretty much know what's going on in the streets."

"Where were ya' Mad Dog? Where's Skelter?" another called out from the teeming hordes. The group began to subside in noise, wanting to hear the answer.

The Psyche-Terrorist grimaced at the question. "He ain't with us anymore. Fucked off elsewhere with his bitches. Why? You want 'im or somethin'?"

"Ain't he the leader?" A third voice called out his question this time. The skeptical tone in his voice was apparent. "Da' hell ya' guys up to if he ain't here?"

The crowd began to murmur again among each other. Words of Skelter and Playhouse passed their lips. It was obvious they were confused. A Playhouse without Helter Skelter? What was going on? Some seemed angry and disappointed. Others mostly not sure what to make of it. Larsinny frowned at the flow this discussion was going. How many of them will go? Would any of them stay at all? Out of the crowd, a tall man began to approach the Playhouse as he waded through the mass of mingling bodies.


Mad Dog began to walk up face to face to the blue-masked Psyche-Terrorist with his hands in his pockets. His expression was emotionless, but his eyes spoke otherwise. "No one said shit, smartass. If ya guise want to stick it to the Government sons of bitches, we're here if ya wanna help out. Ya got a problem with these kids?"

"They ain't Skelter, boy. They sure don't look like they're even half of the man Skelter is. You really want us to start trusting them? Even you?" the heckler drawled with his arms crossed against his massive muscular chest. The height disparity was apparent from the get-go. No way he was going to be scared of some midget.


"Hell, man. If ya wanna to point fingers at me, I'm game. But at these kids? Maybe ya oughta remember something when you go windowshopping for rebel groups. They managed to do something even fucking Skelter didn't do back in his heyday and ya'll saw it live on television. I think the Playhouse is gonna be juuuuust fine with them at the helm. They might not be the big man himself, but they one-upped his ass. Got a problem with that? Ya tell it to me. Customer service free of charge, man." He thrust a thumb at himself, as if challenging anyone to bring any complaints to him. Though he wouldn't get an immediate challenge from the rest of the crowd.

Some began leaving the Playhouse as the door bell on the corner rang a couple of times. There was no point in being here if Helter Skelter wasn't present. They weren't liking these new changes. While the remaining stayed, they began to deliberate with one another in hushed tones. But they were increasingly mindful of the tension brewing between Mad Dog and the hulking Psyche-Terrorist. It was clear from their body gestures that they were getting close to a rumble and with eyes locked with each other.


The hulking body suddenly went flying backward and crashed into a table with chairs. A loud cacophony of impact and furniture falling was filling the room. A sharp crack preceded all of this. Mad Dog was holding out his foot as if he just kicked something. But certainly the helmeted Psyche-Terrorist would try to get onto his feet, doggedly trying to avoid falling over from doing so. His bowed body screamed of pain while his teeth behind the mask mashed together quietly. He couldn't move as he began to rasp for breath. Mad Dog's eyes glazed over as he began to walk towards him with potent intent.

"Oi! Simma' down Maddy! I ain't gonna pay fo' dem damages dis time! Quit it!" Larsinny angrily squeaked out at them. As much as he appreciated new guests, that didn't matter much if they were going to break all the merchandise in the process. But at the same time, this was a really bad way to introduce the Playhouse to all these people. Thankfully, he stopped with a displeased snarl as he watched a couple of people begin pulling the heckler out of the bar. But with them, others began to leave as well. However, they've already began to leave even before the tension began. There would be a largely smaller group than before, but they would stick out until the end.

Even so, he managed to mutter an ashamed "Sorry."

But out of the remaining in the crowd one finally spoke despite the earlier show of violence. A demon began to talk. "Big guy ain't wrong. Skelter actually has a longer resume than you guys do that we know about. But you did pull off some good shit. We all just need some assurance, ya know? Wouldn't be the first we got blue-balled by the Government dashing our hopes and dreams... Though, hey. We won't say no to some booze until then. That oughta count for something, right?"

The party could see some of the remainder nodded in agreement with the timid demon or at least gave the air that they agreed with him.

Gabe let things play out for a while, watching and waiting to see what occurred. He didn't know the group from a hole in the wall, but he was quite interested in how much faith that they placed in skelker. He was definitely the leader of the old playhouse in the sense of how things went down. For him do disperse, it seemed to Gabe that people were starting to lose their nerve or even their will to fight in general. A lot of people were outspoken, drawn by the fanatical allure of the way skelker handled things. They had some bits of loyalty at least once they were committed enough, that was some information that Gabe could use.

He also took note of how the mad dog shut down the heckler, giving off a small smile. He was beginning to like this guy already, the force, the muscle. For the things that Gabe is unable to manage on his own, there was someone with the power that he didn't have. The raw power to pick up the pace, maybe this was a blessing in disguise. Maybe would be fine without the wildcard in his deck? However, the fact that many people decided to dissuade themselves from a non-skelker playhouse was alarming. The showing of violence also left a bad taste in the mouths of others.

"Yes, quite the long resume. No one's doubting the things that Skelker did in the past, someone had to take the first steps in order for the playhouse to be what it is. But he lost his way, and that little showing of violence, heck, at least that heckler is still alive. That's not an option for us anymore for those who don't join skelkers side or even remotely find themselves "in the way", just death. There is no real intention of crossing that line for the people you see here, that's now how we win the people of Endymion over, but skelker want to walk over the thin red tape. Not losing sight of who we are is the main point here, a non-skelker playhouse differentiates from that. "

Gabe spoke up and started to walk over to the group.

"Who's the leader? Me, I'm Shotaro, and these are my people. My friends, comrades, companions, I'm stepping up for the sake of leading everyone to a government free society. But not as a monarch, we all have a say in what goes on here, i believe in exercising unity in this organization. "

They needed a face to the organization, that's what they desired.

"And you..."

Gabe would say while looking at the demon.

"You spoke before of reassurance, not only did we beat a district leader, we have reasons to believe that the angels are involved with the government. With every move that we make, we unravel a little bit of the mystery of what's really giving the power to our oppressors, all for the sake of taking that power away and giving it back to the people of this city. I can reassure you that we all have an inkling of that in common, to stop the government while being true to ourselves, our principles. "

Gabe then walked over to the bar.

"This is a playhouse, you play the game with the cards you are dealt, this is the hand, everyone who was already here and everyone who is deciding to stick around. I for one have felt more confident than I was a few minutes ago with the appearance of the mad dog. If you don't want to believe in me, that's fine, believe in him then. " Gabe would then give a thumb towards Mad Dogg. " Believe in one of the originators who was there since the beginning, and whose still here even now. If the essence of skelkers original philosophy that you are all searching for still exists, it exists through him. And if you can take a gamble on that, then youre in the right place."

After his little speech, Gabe would give a little wink at the group.

"Besides, prices vary for alcohol, discounts for Playhouse members. Not a bad deal."

Mad Dog was apt enough to just allow the others do the talking. He was quite aware that his earlier actions didn't quite bode well for the Playhouse. But, this Shotaro guy seemed to know what he was doing. Hell, maybe it wasn't all bad. If this guy was the new leader for this recent generation of the Playhouse, then it's no wonder they were able to pull off what they just did for SMILE TV. Perhaps, just perhaps, they might be the one to actually pull off the city's freedom. The Psyche-Terrorist chuckled once Gabriel began to mention him. "Hell, you're kinda putting me on the spot here, buddy. But I don't think you're wrong. We all just want to tell the Government to piss off and just live our lives without being ridiculous assholes. If you guys are cool with that, then sounds like we're the group for you. Either way, I'm sure Lars hasn't lost his touch tending the bar to tide y'all over."

The remaining mass began to talk among each other. It sounded as if the reception was positive, yet guarded nevertheless. Another among the group finally admitted with a small smile. "Well... You did beat down that bitch on television. The least we can do is take your offer for a glass. Is the bar open for business?"

"Ha! I wish. 'Dese brats here keep taking mah' stock the moment I face mah' back towards them! Guess things never change... I'll be ready tomorrow, though. Count on it. Speaking of which... y'all brats ought to help me out time to time for all dat merchandise y'all keep draining away from me!" Larsinny muttered angrily while glaring at the rest of the party. He wished that witch was here so he can give her a piece of his own mind. On the other hand, Mad Dog burst out in amused laughter at this. Goddamn, it really reminded him of the good old times. While still shaking in his mirth, he reassured the demon. "Don't worry, Lars. I'll be around to tend to the tables like old times."

While it didn't quite satisfy him, it finally allowed Larsinny to relent and stew in his own annoyance. Someone in the group seemed to have the sense to announce their departure.

"Hell, Playhouse was a pretty decent place for a drink even you weren't into that rebellion shit. I guess we'll see y'all around later then. There better be some of that decent dry beer from before by the time I get back, Larsinny. And by the way, great to have you guys back. Good luck with those bureaucratic bastards." Another demon gave their farewells before leaving. The rest also gave their farewells and chants of good luck as they left too. The Playhouse would finally be back to where it was before the peanut gallery arrived, save for the collapsed table from before.

Mad Dog would lean back against the bar table again before drawling towards the party. "Well, now y'all see why we need a bit of that PR? With those numbers, it'd make things a whole lot easier to do things. Now imagine that with all the normals out there. I think you guys know where I'm going with it. That said, we ought to do some community service from time to time. Do things for the community at large aside from dicking around with the Government. Since I just got back, it's gonna take a while, but I'll look around for stuff to do and keep y'all posted. Til then, take that time to get better. Grow stronger and all that jazz. It's only uphill from here on out and it's gonna be an uphill battle. We'll need all we can get to finally take it to that bitch Queen."

Unison looked at the man and the group as the talking continued, she had remained mostly silent, and as the demons started to depart Unison simply waved back to them before turning her gaze to Mad dog and Larsinny. things were complicated it would seem, but at the same time the fact that some demons showed up made her look at Shotaro a moment, she would need to speak to him once more about how she felt they should handle demons and the like, seeing as before he was more for killing them all.

For now though she listened to what Mad dog had to say and she nodded a moment "Public relations is something we do need to work on, with both humans and demons, having more allies and support would be a good thing, as well as gaining a bit more strength for the coming battles..so thank you for any help you can offer to that end..."

She finished the drink that had been made for her by wicked earlier and she looked to Larsinny "Also I will need to talk to you at some point if you don't mind...it's about a few important things and one not so important..." the whole situation at the moment was rather interesting, things were looking up somewhat, and perhaps Skelter leaving took out his own support group? Though she doubted that, it seemed a lot of people thought of him as the leader, and perhaps they would go to support his new group?

Though on that thought she looked to Mad dog "As for Skelters group, they may be come...troublesome....as he has already threatened our lives if we intercede on anything they do, however if we wish to get the people on our side, we may have to prevent Skelters group from doing things at times....or should we just leave them to their own devices?" she asked both Mad dog and Larsinny, she was all for defending themselves and others if needed, and if Skelters group started to target people just because...then she would need to know what those two would think about having to force a confrontation, they both seemed to have known the guy before any of them.