JD was enjoying his alone time with Silver. Well it wasn’t so much alone because they were practically being mobbed by countless fans, but it was as close as he was getting now. Those fingers of his laced around the others, and he leaned in a bit as he watched the musician come on stage. Immediately he was confused and a bit floored as he couldn’t quite figure out the gender of this person; but at least he was assured that they were definitely a punk rock group. No one sports a mohawk without owning grungy lyrics, and brassy guitar riffs. Sadly enough only a bit into the performance did all Hell break loose.
“Seriously we are in bloody America- can’t shit just leave us alone?” JD whined.
Following the flow of the other Sorcerer members- JD tugged Silver with him out of the Snake Pit. Unfortunately he was a bit on the slow side given the sheer terror that lead everyone to bottleneck around the door. About the time her erupted outside he became extraordinarily aware that something damn magical was going on. The boy overheard Voltaire ask where he was- and hoped to drag Eos to safety. Someday they would realize his sister was not a harmless little mouse, but apparently they hadn’t had a chance to learn that lesson yet.
“I’m here- sorry about that- probably would have started throwing people if we could use our powers.” He remarked. “Though I’m noticing that refrain from magic was a mistake- we have trouble on the horizon.” He let go of Silver’s hand- unknowing if she had hauled her swords with her and needed full freedom to release her own personal brand of ‘ass kicking’. “If it comes to Voltaire- E and I make a damn powerful team.”