1. On the Sidelines Desmond has no real plans of participating in the march at all, but he's showed up the way one does when one sees a large group of people in one place, trying to figure out what's going on -- something that doesn't take him very long, once people start shouting at the Night Council. It's loud, to his ears, and naturally he can't help but wince at the anti-witch invectives hurled, but more than that? What's impressive to him is the magic it's got to be taking to keep this hidden from normal human eyes. He can't even figure out how something like that works. The best he can do is convince people not to notice him when he's in a crowd.
As soon as the Guardians start to disperse the crowd, though, he spends too much time dithering about where to go next -- meaning one of the departing protestors shoulders him aside roughly, sending him reeling right into someone else.
"Sorry!" he grunts, trying to pull himself away, steady his feet. Hopefully he hasn't knocked them down or anything.
2. Evening Finally escaping the crowd, Desmond decides the best course of action after that is to grab a drink. Unfortunately for him, he happens to pick a place where some of the rowdier, anti-Night Council protestors trickle into later in the night. Unwilling to see things turn into an outright brawl, he considers just leaving his drink unfinished, but dammit, he paid for that.
So he'll keep nursing it at the bar, shoulders steadily rising to his ears as he hunches and the voices behind him grow louder.
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Desmond has no real plans of participating in the march at all, but he's showed up the way one does when one sees a large group of people in one place, trying to figure out what's going on -- something that doesn't take him very long, once people start shouting at the Night Council. It's loud, to his ears, and naturally he can't help but wince at the anti-witch invectives hurled, but more than that? What's impressive to him is the magic it's got to be taking to keep this hidden from normal human eyes. He can't even figure out how something like that works. The best he can do is convince people not to notice him when he's in a crowd.
As soon as the Guardians start to disperse the crowd, though, he spends too much time dithering about where to go next -- meaning one of the departing protestors shoulders him aside roughly, sending him reeling right into someone else.
"Sorry!" he grunts, trying to pull himself away, steady his feet. Hopefully he hasn't knocked them down or anything.
2. Evening
Finally escaping the crowd, Desmond decides the best course of action after that is to grab a drink. Unfortunately for him, he happens to pick a place where some of the rowdier, anti-Night Council protestors trickle into later in the night. Unwilling to see things turn into an outright brawl, he considers just leaving his drink unfinished, but dammit, he paid for that.
So he'll keep nursing it at the bar, shoulders steadily rising to his ears as he hunches and the voices behind him grow louder.