Dan was strangely happy beside Poppy, sure he had just met her, but it seemed like they knew each other. Or, at least knew their reasonings to trust one another were entwined just so, that they just...clicked. Though he knew she was probably yearning for her "Daddy", he could only hope that this little adventure would help take her mind off of him for now. Now, he wasn't jealous of her father or anything, no that wasn't the case at all. Rather, he was worried for her. Her father sounded large, and powerful, he also appeared able to impale men and walk away from a battle. That, was what bugged him. Maybe he was mafia or something, whatever it was, he wasn't...normal.
Heh, normal seemed so far away now. Dan shrugged off his thoughts, for all he knew, her father could be a large kangaroo, with anger issues. That probably wouldn't surprise him compared to how the rest of his day had gone. It seemed that everything he knew about Columbia, and life in general had just taken a spin, and a diving crash. All but one thing had changed. One thing remained that was still the same. The Knights, they were still okay. At least, in a sense of the word. None of them were dead at least.
Walking along in silence, Daniel occasionally sent glances over to Poppy, and to his leader, as well as the others. He had to know where everyone was, and if they were okay. Especially in this city. As he looked around, he swore he saw the man in the white tuxedo again, that strange rabbit logo embroidered on the chest. What did it mean? Who was this guy?
The streets were beginning to crowd now, the people were chatting on politics, shopping, pubs, and even some kind of surgery that involved something plastic or other. Dan didn't know it, so what did it matter. If it didn't matter back then, didn't matter now.
"Excuse me..." A soft, almost eerily calm voice spoke from just behind the group. It sounded silky, and..perhaps thoroughly practiced. Upon turning, Daniel was met with a white face- no, mask. A white rabbit mask, and a white suited fellow. Was it the same man as before? This one seemed a bit taller..
"I'm sure I'm not mistaken, please do correct if I am. Though I'm certain I'm not." The mans beady green eyes surveyed the group, lingering on Kennedy, almost narrowing before continuing their sweep. "You all must be the casting crew, the ones who where wearing those hideous costumes from earlier."
He flashed a sly grin, obviously soaking up the reaction he hoped to gauge in them. "Whoever you work for, you are now currently disbanded from." His grin widened, as if he loved to ruin the lives of others.
"Don't fret, it is only because you have reached new employment." He looked ready to explode from excitement. "You all have been selected by Mr. Sander Cohen himself to preform in his new play. He heard of you through a shopkeeper, believe it or not, and immediately pulled you for the job!" The grin was practically burning through the mask now. "You must be so excited, it is a great honor to work for Mr. Cohen. Let me warn you though, he hates when his art is delayed, so do not be late."
With that, the masked rabbit man bowed, withdrawing an invitation to Mr. Cohens studio, for a 6:45 P.M play attendance, and handed it to Kennedy. Without another word, he turned around and headed off, muttering; "Let's just hope he doesn't kill these ones too, I'm sick of having to swap cleaning places because the last 'couldn't show for the job'.."