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"I know what his name is, if that's what you mean." He wasn't avoiding giving out information on purpose, he was just trying to be difficult. They kept treating him like a little kid. (even though he was)

When Writ started to walk, he had to jog a bit to keep up, not that is was a problem for him.

He listened to Fish. "What's a Blacksuit?" He wasn't worried about getting away though.

"Big dude." Writ said, raising a hand above his head, showing how tall these guys were, "Wears a Black... Suit." He lacked any better words to describe them, the name gave most of it away.

They kept walking deeper into Downers, Writ not really choosing any specified path. He began to think. Fish knew about Ciro. Whether or not he found out that via Persy or by meeting him, he wasn't sure. The horn kid sure did seem pretty easy on announcing his god's name, it made sense that he would be loose about his own name as well.

Least you're thinking. Coyote said, impressed.

"Okay." He have to watch out for them then. He felt confident he could run from any trouble.

They walked down streets that Jubs had lived on for most of his life. When Fish motioned down an alley, Jubs spoke up. "Harbor? That'll take forever that way." He pointed to a ruined building farther up. "There's a shortcut through there."

Jubs was still a bit young mentally to really think that far ahead like the others, but he did pay attention to the other player's names. Ciro and Len must have been other ones.

"Haven't seen either of them." Writ said simply, going down the alleyway Jubs pointed out.

For the kid who was being helped by a trickster god, Writ was the one being the most honest. What irony. Everyone's got something to hide but him. Except knowing about Ciro, but that was trivial.

"Say... Why are we going to the harbor anyway?"

"So Ciro and Len are other players? How many are there?" It was all so confusing, and no one would be straight forward, not even the people running it.

Jubs picked his way through the building, barely glancing at the floor; this was his territory. He'd never been to Harbor much though, as there wasn't much food worth stealing. He could always take off once the others got there though.

For the first time in a long while, he laughed, though it wasn't a mirthful laugh. "No one likes Downers. It's not like we live here because we want to."

"It does feel good." Writ agreed, "I-"

Boink.

His head snapped when he felt something on his hip. It was Crow. Really really close to him.

"Ahhh..."

Suddenly, something pulled back on his neck, as if there was an invisible rope tied around it.

"Gyack!" He choked, he felt himself pulled backwards from the front the group.

Morrigan sure knows how to mess with people, doesn't she? Coyote growled, letting go of Writ, Don't give in, I think this is payback for what I did before...

Writ frowned, What did you do now?

You know that time where you were shopping for clothes and your friend acted all weird? That was me doing the aura thing.

So that was you!

Relax, let her have her fun. I know I wouldn't stop until I was satisfied. The god said plainly.

Easier said than done.

So there were at least seven, and four of them were there now. That meant he knew at least half the players so far; less chance of being attacked by someone he didn't know was in the game.

He hadn't realized Crow lived in Downers as well, though it made sense if she knew her way around. "I don't normally go near bigger people in Downers."

Being as young as he was, he was oblivious to the sexual tension. Instead he listened to Fish. "Yeah, it's fine. Most unstable buildings have already fallen down." Fish didn't seem to be very street wise. Good to know.