[sylvanSpider]

Today was the big day. The day that he'd been looking forward to for several months. A day that he'd be really tested and able to prove his worth. Now that he was wanted, though, he would not be performing. There was no way to. He'd be captured the moment he stepped into the arena, and he had no intention for that. Alive. What kind of sick fuck wanted him alive? If he'd been accused of cheating, the price was death. Yet, they didn't want his corpse. They wanted him. Sure, there were those awkward necrotic species that would probably kill him anyway and bring him back, and he certainly didn't want that.

Then, no one would expect him there. If he wasn't on the stage, being in the crowd is probably the best defense mechanism. After all, bounty hunters were under strict regulation to not hurt any of the tourists. In the shoulder to shoulder crowd, maybe, just maybe he could blend in enough. Of course, that would be torture enough for the red-head, watching everyone else do what he should have been doing. But, given the fact that most of the population was going to be in this spot, he'd stick out like a sore thumb out of the arena.

Marco sighed, shouldering his way into the crowd to find a seat.

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Damon grinned, his cheeks reddening slightly, “Oh, so you like our wanted posters, do you? I'd say the artist did a fairly good job.” Roek's face mimicked his brother's as a smile spread, all too willing to let his brother take the reins on this one. So, Damon continued, “Dark matter frags are alright, ah guess, but ah get the most laughs from Roek.”

Roek nodded in response to this, grinning cheekily and giving a peace sign, “Dun let Damon fool you though. 'is explosions are always top notch.” The way they moved and communicated made it all too apparent to onlookers that they were attuned to each other in ways that others could only dream of having. If they weren't moving together synchronized, they moved complimentary to the other. Already Roek was shifting so that he could occupy one of the positions closest to the feminine bounty hunter lest she try anything with Damon. They were partners in crime and fun, the latter both certainly intended to have.

“Watch it?” Damon asked, “No. The star ain't gonna be there, ah bet. Considerin', well, ye know. The fact that 'e's a wanted man. We're gon' be part o' the crowd, scout it out. See if we can find th' bloke.” He paused and scratched his head with the offer, “Hell yeah we do! We 'ave some with us, so we can get 'igh with ye. Cap' says we shouldn't take drugs from strangers though. Cook made this fer us. 'E's quite good at it too, says et's better to get it from 'im than anywhere else.”