[It'd been supposed to be a small event. Outdoors, early evening, in a local park. Enjorlas talking, and he could get passionate whenever social change and justice were the topics, but still, it wasn't supposed to be a big event.
It turned into one. No one was sure how. Word got around. Still not a problem until the police showed up, suspicious of all the noise. They didn't try to drive anyone away at first, but their presence definitely made things...tense.
Later on, no one would really be sure just how it started. Gavroche, a number of people claimed, though it was even odds as to if he'd bitten the policeman or a cop had cuffed him for fun. Or maybe it'd just been one snide insulting look or remark too many, on one side or the other. Maybe nothing had sparked it and it just happened.
Regardless of why, things turned into a brawl. Which would still not be all that worrying to most of the people there; to a lot of them brawling was entertainment for a good Saturday evening, and there was alcohol around for the spectators. But one of the smaller gutter kids had gotten pushed over and then half-trampled, and Anders had seen it, and that's when everything really went to shit.
Rumors flew afterwards about how someone had brought fireworks or maybe a bomb. Some of the more superstitious claimed an angel or demon had appeared demanding justice, frightening some of the viewers and converting others.
The most observant, or those who knew them, would have seen Anders' skin, his eyes, even his clothes, all cracked and glowing from within with an uncanny blue light, heard his voice deeper and echoing and inhuman, saw the righteous rage as he lifted his hands (also glowing) and began attacking any policemen in sight. Three went up in blue, screaming fireballs before Hawke was able to get to him, her expression grim and focused as she kicked him in the abdomen and captured his attention.
After that theirs was a small, two-person duel in the midst of the larger fray, with Anders inhumanly roaring and not recognizing anyone, and Hawke silent and more deadly than anyone had ever seen her be before. She's a good fighter, everyone knows that; she supports herself and Anders and his odd, underground clinic with the odd jobs she takes, finding things that shouldn't be found or handling dangerous situations or threatening people who really need to be threatened, the scary ones who deserve it. But no one had ever seen her moving as fast as she did that night, or as efficiently, until even the thing inhabiting Anders was driven to its knees. Her last blow struck him in the small of the back, winding him, and when he looked up it was just Anders again, confused and with a dawning expression of horror.
She grabbed his arm and they ran before anyone could get themselves together enough to ask questions, much less stop them. And oh, how the questions are asked, once they're gone. Once the cavalry arrives and everything is broken up, broken down, people arrested or sent home or called in for questioning. The city as a whole dismisses it all as another drunken brawl, those students, you know what they're like, kids these days, don't know what the world's coming to.
But anyone who looks for Hawke and Anders at his clinic finds it shut, and neither of them is anywhere to be found.]
for Enjorlas and/or Grantaire
It turned into one. No one was sure how. Word got around. Still not a problem until the police showed up, suspicious of all the noise. They didn't try to drive anyone away at first, but their presence definitely made things...tense.
Later on, no one would really be sure just how it started. Gavroche, a number of people claimed, though it was even odds as to if he'd bitten the policeman or a cop had cuffed him for fun. Or maybe it'd just been one snide insulting look or remark too many, on one side or the other. Maybe nothing had sparked it and it just happened.
Regardless of why, things turned into a brawl. Which would still not be all that worrying to most of the people there; to a lot of them brawling was entertainment for a good Saturday evening, and there was alcohol around for the spectators. But one of the smaller gutter kids had gotten pushed over and then half-trampled, and Anders had seen it, and that's when everything really went to shit.
Rumors flew afterwards about how someone had brought fireworks or maybe a bomb. Some of the more superstitious claimed an angel or demon had appeared demanding justice, frightening some of the viewers and converting others.
The most observant, or those who knew them, would have seen Anders' skin, his eyes, even his clothes, all cracked and glowing from within with an uncanny blue light, heard his voice deeper and echoing and inhuman, saw the righteous rage as he lifted his hands (also glowing) and began attacking any policemen in sight. Three went up in blue, screaming fireballs before Hawke was able to get to him, her expression grim and focused as she kicked him in the abdomen and captured his attention.
After that theirs was a small, two-person duel in the midst of the larger fray, with Anders inhumanly roaring and not recognizing anyone, and Hawke silent and more deadly than anyone had ever seen her be before. She's a good fighter, everyone knows that; she supports herself and Anders and his odd, underground clinic with the odd jobs she takes, finding things that shouldn't be found or handling dangerous situations or threatening people who really need to be threatened, the scary ones who deserve it. But no one had ever seen her moving as fast as she did that night, or as efficiently, until even the thing inhabiting Anders was driven to its knees. Her last blow struck him in the small of the back, winding him, and when he looked up it was just Anders again, confused and with a dawning expression of horror.
She grabbed his arm and they ran before anyone could get themselves together enough to ask questions, much less stop them. And oh, how the questions are asked, once they're gone. Once the cavalry arrives and everything is broken up, broken down, people arrested or sent home or called in for questioning. The city as a whole dismisses it all as another drunken brawl, those students, you know what they're like, kids these days, don't know what the world's coming to.
But anyone who looks for Hawke and Anders at his clinic finds it shut, and neither of them is anywhere to be found.]