Chaos had erupted across Vienda in a flash. Jean-Rene was not quite sure why things had gotten so exciting so quickly down in the Dives, but he had not been overly surprised. A riot seemed the exact type of behavior one could expect from the lower races. This is what happens, he had thought, when you are lenient with the trash.
The Four-Snap Sargent of the Investigative Services Division was able to pull rank to maintain a certain degree of autonomy with regards to where his abilities would be most useful in curtailing the riot. Frankly, Dimonte cared little for what happened in The Dives. Let them destroy their own homes. His priority was keeping Uptown clear of the rabble, and to prevent their misdeeds from damaging the institutions of proper society. The Patrol Division, he had faith, would handle the issues in the Dives.
He was on foot, as Uptown was far too busy to take a carriage. Dressed in his pristine green and black uniform, Jean-Rene marched along the bustling sidewalks and roads of Uptown. The riot had begun the day before, and Uptown had been just a tad slow in reacting. An air of panic permeated the crowd of Galdori as they rushed to and fro to keep their affairs in order during the time of emergency. Dimonte, however, was quiet and focused. His boots clicked against the street as he weaved throughout the crowd.
He was headed towards the King's Zoological Gardens. Apparently, one of those tedious 'tribes' of Wicks had fancied themselves conquerors, and had established an impromptu base of operations in the arbor. This presented several obvious problems, as the zoo was home to many dangerous creatures that could cause havoc throughout Uptown were they to be released.
Jean-Rene was aware that at least one other officer was supposed to rendezvous with him at the Gardens, though he was not sure exactly who. In a time of emergency such as this riot, it was unsure where any given officer might be.
Dimonte unconsciously shifted his jaw as he imagined the arrogance of these wicks, these rats, swarming about the city in which they had been allowed to persist. They were half-bloods, lacking even the decency of abstaining from magic entirely. They perverted what magical conversation was meant to be, and even the thought of their pathetic attempts at magic was enough to send Jean-Rene into a near rage.
As he came nearer to the zoo, Dimonte found himself hoping the wicks gave him an excuse to resort to violence. He needed to blow off steam.