Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20141213011519/@comment-25686329-20141219204302

Plutarch had made it in to the dance unnoticed.

He had gone to Sob, and after literally shooting him in the foot, Sob told him where the dance was to be held.

He pulled his pistol on Hopper Croakington, who was working the door, at which point Hopper promptly turned into a frog and had no way of preventing Plutarch from getting in.

Now he just needed to find a way to mess Adonis, or the dance, up. Both'd be good, but he doubted he could accomplish that.

Plutarch had cleaned up nice, however. He was wearing a dark red pinstripe suit, custom tailored with matching trousers and a Christmas-green tie. He was wearing a red-version of his common hat, but had thrown a soot-grey trench/overcoat over the whole thing and had topped it off with a cowl scarf.

He looked like a Yuletide noir detective, but really didn't care. It was about blending in, and that meant sticking out.

Keeping his head down, he wound up bumping shoulders with Ellie.

"Watch it." He spat. He pushed up the brim of his hat with a thumb, but didn't glare at the Fairy Girl. Instead, he found himself glancing over at the other chick.

Calla something-or-other Plutarch thought.