Caspar is still frantically searching the crowd for Adia when the man at the top of the Pantheon delivers his speech. Caspar doesn't even pay attention to the words at first, so repulsed is he by that hideous suit. Wow. If this is Nyarlahotep's mouthpiece, than that is a god with terrible fashion sense.
The bonfire erupts, and Caspar turns away to resume his search -- except suddenly it seems that everywhere he turns, people are fighting one another. A fist goes sailing his way from a young man in a colorful mask; Caspar dodges it easily and retaliates with a backhanded slap that leaves the man on the ground, holding his jaw and groaning in pain.
It really is a Bacchanalia. And not the "free love" kind, but the "tear each other limb from limb" kind. Goddammit!
His disgust and mild vindication vanish when he realizes that Adia is caught in this violent frenzy. A cold fear takes hold of him as he makes his way to the Pantheon, hoping for a higher vantage point. Anyone who gets between him and his goal is going to receive a knuckle sandwich courtesy of one pissed-off Cylon.
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The bonfire erupts, and Caspar turns away to resume his search -- except suddenly it seems that everywhere he turns, people are fighting one another. A fist goes sailing his way from a young man in a colorful mask; Caspar dodges it easily and retaliates with a backhanded slap that leaves the man on the ground, holding his jaw and groaning in pain.
It really is a Bacchanalia. And not the "free love" kind, but the "tear each other limb from limb" kind. Goddammit!
His disgust and mild vindication vanish when he realizes that Adia is caught in this violent frenzy. A cold fear takes hold of him as he makes his way to the Pantheon, hoping for a higher vantage point. Anyone who gets between him and his goal is going to receive a knuckle sandwich courtesy of one pissed-off Cylon.
Crowd control? Not his problem.