<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/2dV5hH7.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Quarrel</strong> – Cassandra Morris</span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Bubble – Halcyon City Harbor<br/><strong>Group:</strong>Blackjack, Velocity, Royal Blue, Stardust, Superbus, Quasar<br/><strong>Action:</strong>None<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Okay<br/><strong>Potential:</strong>0 / 5<hr/>Quarrel tried her best to seem impassive as she stood slightly to one side, her leather cape hanging heavily around her to obscure her figure as though she could hide in plain sight.  Her opaque red glasses hid her eyes, perhaps, but they did nothing to hide the way she pressed her lips together.  She couldn’t remember<em>ever</em>having seen Royal Blue lose his temper this badly, his voice echoed off the high arched ceiling of The Bubble causing the should to ring and linger far longer than it really should have.  She couldn’t blame him, not really, he was under a<em>lot</em>of pressure right now … and the people who were supposed to be lightening his load were now caught up in a tornado of bad press after their intervention hadn’t panned out as hoped.<br/><br/>She tried to think of what Slayer or the Knights of St. Cameron would do to<em>her</em>if she’d botched a job that had led to the supernatural contamination of so much vital city land.  Her blood ran cold, ports were the arteries that pumped the lifeblood of commerce through a city, who knew how long this would impact their home city.<br/><br/>Fortunately, Blackjack broke her train of thought before she could get herself too worked up.  She let out a low breath that she hadn’t entirely been aware she was holding, turning to regard him<em>and</em>the crumbs of potato chip caught up in the stubble lining his jaw.<br/><br/>“Solidarity, mostly.” She said quietly, “Down three members and the whole city beating up on them for two days?  I felt like<em>someone</em>should be here to offer some kind of support.” She watched the way Superbus responded to Royal Blue, the way anger and retaliation were etched in her body language, and gently pushed the nose guard of her glasses against the bridge of her nose with a finger.  The fact that her mentor had wanted her to keep an eye on Superbus also played a part in her appearance … the last thing she wanted was for her to flip sides under the pressure.<br/><br/>“What’s this about a farm though?” she asked, tilting her head to the side.  This was the first she was hearing about it … which meant that the boss was either keeping it from her because he didn’t think she was ready, or he wasn’t aware of it.  Either way, demons were trouble, and pretty much her bailiwick.