A toothy grin slowly spread across Vincent's face "Good... This is good" He laughed and got to his feet. He eyed the crowd for a few moments, he liked this one much better than the church. "...Many people are scared of what they do not understand... They would call you all freaks just as they would call the gods monsters" He smiled gently as he stared over the crowd. "But the gods do not discriminate... They will unite us all" He broke away from his preaching as a twinge of pain came from his shoulder. He grabbed a bottle of vodka from a nearby anarchist and splashed a bit on the nick on his shoulder, cringing and taking a swig before handing the bottle back.