Back In Business [Platinum Playhouse]

Throughout it all, Ribbon just sat and watched, partly due to how out of his league he was, and partly because his stomach hurt a bit from his terrible concoction. The entire scenario was so new, and he couldn't help but watch. Demons, other terrorists, and the surprisingly cool nonchalantly. Furthermore, it appeared the person that made the drink Ribbon had was the new leader? Or was it this Larsinny goat demon person? Regardless, a picture of how things worked here seemed to entire his mind, and as the name Skelter came up, a visible head tilt was all Tomomi would react with. Did something happen in the Playhouse's past that meant there was tension between them and this Skelter person? Furthermore... Did this Skelter want to hurt people?

Rubbing at the back of his neck, Ribbon spoke up after everyone else had spoke, and that things had settled down. "I agree. If we want to, well, get public relations good, then the first step isn't to go on an offensive, but to protect the public itself. I don't know this Skelter person, but, um, if they're endangering innocent people that have nothing to do with any of the conflict, then we can't just stand around right? Even setting morals aside, doing nothing seems like a bad idea..."

Gabe's words seemed to have a good reception, much to his pleasure. Things calmed down for a good while, but the mad dog was right about one thing, getting the people to their side and having them believe in what the playhouse was doing was only going to build more of a strong support beam for them to stand on. Right now, the support they had didn't bring them to the same height of the government, they needed to be at the same size for a fighting chance or even bigger. Once it topples, things will start to be better for everyone.

"Mad Dog, let us know if you find anything we can do to help the community so we can get on that as soon as possible. With that, we can definitely use it to push forward."

The word on skelker made Gabe look at nola and the other newcomer before sighing.

"We shouldn't engage just ye, but dissuading anything that would hinder our method of doing things is something we don't need to discuss at this time. Right now, the playhouse has the advantage, and for anything that involves an immediate conflict, id rather bet on a complete victory if any danger may come towards you guys."

Revenant remained silent as things kicked up, though it did frustrate them to no end that they were brushed aside simply because a murderer didn't count among their number. Whoever they were...they weren't that person now.
It was one thing if they didn't want to get involved, but he did not want them flocking to him as many seemed to after the fight - if it could be called that.
He was very glad at that moment that Mad Dog was with them, temper aside.

He watched on as the remainder dispersed throughout the bar, turning his attention to the rest as they spoke of public endeavours, and...Skelter.
Probably time to speak up.
"For the moment...I would, indeed, rather focus on helping those needy. Considering that the reason I aligned myself with this group was because I refused to let atrocity continue from those on high, to turn my back on those I sought to help would be...a dire mistake." He looks over the newcomers, those who came alone and the ones who were part of the flood. He hoped they at least agreed in that much.
"...besides. Pursuing Skelter blindly would lead us in circles - and to great danger, if he wields any strength comparable to the celebrity in our midst. I would rather focus our time on aid over elimination."

"Huh? Sure, lass. You know where to find little ol' me." The demon squeaked back. But, he was still scratching the back of his furry head in confusion. What could she possibly want with him that didn't need to be covered right now? Well, at least it kept the bar from being too lonely with the company. Of course, he was going to be sure to keep the booze out of their grubby little hands. Damn them...

Mad Dog grimaced at the exchange happening. The memories of working with Skelter put a bad taste now. As much as he hated them for leaving the Playhouse, he had to admit they had potent power on their side. He spoke gravely at them with a serious eye. "Top Hat's right. You guys are better off just leavin' Skelter's crew alone. Hell, I know you guys took on a District Head, but Skelter is a whole different beast. If we all went against him right now with those girls in tow? We're looking at a goddamn massacre and I'm not even sure if I can even put what's left of you guys together for an open casket. The fact that he's not even coming after us right now should be a Godsend."

Larsinny found himself nodding in agreement with the Psyche-Terrorist. Even when he couldn't be on the front lines as much as he desired, there was no doubt that his strength was the real deal. Strength was the only definite rule all Psyche-Terrorists back in the day followed. You either bowed down or find yourself eating the pavement. Skelter's power wasn't something to sneeze at and it definitely took all what the Cadets had to take him down. "He ain't just a musclehead either. Loi'ke us, he's gonna look around for friends too. Y'all saw how some of the peeps who came in were hoping he was here. Dat's why we all gotta help out the community more. We got a head start, ya. But that won't mean anything if we don't make anything out of it. But if he starts getting bright ideas..."

Larsinny grew silent and conflicted. No one wanted to fight their own friends even if they had different modes of thought and beliefs. To think it would end up like this, the entire situation was painful. Of course, his friend took note of it and grasped for the brakes in the conversation.

"Well, from what I can see, there isn't much to do for the time being. I'll be heading off then, we should get some rest and prepare for tomorrow. I was thinking of a few things, maybe a mock run to get the new members a little wet behind the ears. If you guys would like to decide on that, let me know and we can do one, increase the powers of your soul......"

Afterwards, Gabe yawned and started to head to the door.

"We should use anything and everything we can to get ahead. But most importantly, our greatest strength here is working together. "

Rubbing at the back of the head as his suggestion turned out to be the wrong one, Ribbon nodded quietly to himself as he took in all the information he could. So, it seemed the current leadership was this magician, the hat goat Larsinny, and the veteran Mad Dog? Getting that information was good to know for next time. So, walking towards the door, Ribbon turned and waved. "I'll be back again. If I can help with anything, or there are any tips that someone can provide for this... Life style... Then that would be helpful."

And with that, Ribbon left, waiting until out of sight before turning back into Tomomi and going home. What a weird night. He truly was in the super natural life now.

[Exit]