[Adara Mires] She had decided that otnight was the time to visit Carter. It’s been a while since she had seen him, in fact, she hadn’t since he had been exiled to the Silver Fang’s loft. She entered, greeted by Lucille, the latina maid of Katherine. She smiled warmly to her
“Good evening, my name’s Adara, I’m here to see Carter” The woman nodded and asked Adara to follow her. Even though the Fury wasn’t part of the Unbroken or her Mistress’s entourage, she still let her in. Lukas had given the young woman permission to visit and Lucille was aware of it.
Adara looked around, feeling terribly underdressed in flat soled boots, jeans, tank top under hoodie with a light jacket to complete her outfit. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, one lock left free to fall over her left eye. She followed the woman and slowed down at the sight of the pool. Well Carter, you lucky bastard, she thinks. She’d love to live here and have acess to everything inside. She also knew that her friend would not agree with her. Then again, maybe he’s getting seduced by this place. She was,
Lucille led her ot where Carter was and she beamed a smile at the Kin “Hey handsome, what’s up?”
[Carter Roth] It was too the bedroom that Adara was lead, to the room where Carter had been given lodging, his own personal cell in this proverbial prison, certainly he had leave to go work for the Doc, or do other jobs that he claimed to have, but in the end, at the end of the day he was still a prisoner, still forced to return here less Wyrmbreakers wrath become terrible indeed.
The room is dark when Adara enters, lit only by the soft glow from a side table lamp. Carter himself is seated on the floor, his back to the bed and a book in his hand, reading by the soft cast of the lamp. He looks tired, he looks haggard, most of all he looks strung out, if the man had gotten more then five hours sleep since he had come to live in this place, it would be a surprise to any who saw him.
He flinched, ever so slightly as Adara’s presence was felt, but he didn’t recoil, didn’t try to hide or fight, he merely sat there and watched her. “Adara, here to see how captivity is treating me?”
[Adara Mires] She lean against the doorframe and grin “Actually I was wondering if oyu had a bikini hidden here so I can enjoy the pool downstairs”
She smiled warmly “I’m here because I miss you, grumpy” She say in a playful tone
“And yes, I”m worried about you. How have you been? You look exactly liek the other day, when you were lacking sleep and was on edge” She say, softly, more serious. She really was concerned for him. She stepped inside, moving closer ot him and sat on the floor, her emerald eyes on his.
She took off her jacket and he might notice 4 dark points on the back of her hand, going up under the hoodie’s sleeve
[Carter Roth] “How can I sleep in this place huh?” He asks as she comes into the room proper and takes a seat. “All this rage, it doesn’t stop.” He said his voice dry and cracked, he coughs for a moment before shaking his head and reaching up to grab a glass of water from the nightstand, which he swiftly chugs from. A few seconds later the glass is empty and he clears his throat, speaking clearly once more.
“I’ve had to catch a few winks at the Doc’s.” He said as he put his book down after checking which page he had left off at. “Its gonna be interesting making it a whole month. I mean I’ve done sleep dep missions before, going a week, sometimes a week and a few days without much sleep….but a month?” He chuckled dryly and shook his head.
[Katherine Bellamonte] Downstairs, the garage door activates with a gentle buzzing.
They can’t hear such from the rumpus area, but a sleek black vehicle pulls into the spacious Garage and parks; the door winding down behind it. From behind tinted windows a pair of long legs emerge, followed by the remainder of Katherine Bellamonte. She is mid-sentence, it would seem, speaking to the Strider in the passenger seat.
“–such great things about her but to be honest, I find her latest song to be rather absurd.”
The strains of Born This Way cut off as Katherine switched off the ignition, leaning in and collecting together a handful of grocery bags. A bread stick hung out of one, along with various green-ended vegetables and a packet of eggs. Ah, the Unbroken had been shopping. It was such a very human exercise that it almost boggles the mind to contemplate — perhaps especially so for one like Carter Roth, who found most everything about Katherine’s kind rather off putting.
Jostling bags, the Half Moon turns at the access door to her home and says, lowly: “Have you met the new house guest, yet? The one Lukas sent?”
[Adara Mires] She nodded, watching him. “I know, we don’t have an on and off switch.”She say with a soft smile “At least you can go to the Doc’s and pretend to work while you crash in your bed” She tell him iwth a playful grin
“Wish I could help you, but I know that my presence will only add to your troubles even if it’sfamiliar nad you are used..or kinda used to my rage” She shrugh slightly “I’d tell you to take sleeping pills but it’s not really the best idea. Though eventually, you’ll need some.”
She poner something “Maybe there’s a way to convince Lukas that you should get one night sleep at Daoi’s. I’m sure she could convince him. Oh I saw her a few days ago. She helped some with the Brotherhood plan. Cordelia gave me an idea too. Now I’ll meet with Doctor Slaughter, see if hse has any ideas and then rewrite sone things”
She smiel at him “So, beside being awake all the time, what have you been up to?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Dude, Kate, it’s completely absurd. That’s the beauty of it.” She grins, and grabs a couple of bags herself, hefting them as she moves to carry the bags inside. The Strider is very familiar with the garage…it’s likely that Kate has found her in there, working on the Bitchmobile when she has the chance, or even doing maintenance on the Fang’s vehicles. She finds it a calming exercise.
When Kate asks about the Lord kin, she shakes her head, moving to head inside behind the Philodox. “Not formally. Just in the ‘excuse me’ brushing by as he heads to the bathroom. Luckily, I sleep in so we haven’t had a problem with bathroom sharing.
[Carter Roth] “Exercise.” Is his one word response to her inquiry. “Its about all I can do here, it dulls the feeling for a little bit if I really….really push myself.” He said as he looked about for a moment, his eyes tracking on the bright light that came from the hallway. He could hear no voices there, no feeling of rage, had he really been alone for a time, free from their influence, he could swear nothing had changed….
He shifted slightly as he adjusted his position and then pushed himself slowly off of the bedframe leaning forward as he pushed himself into a squat with a slight groan. He let his body shift, the bones settle before he pushed himself to standing and began to stretch out tired and worn muscles.
“I couldn’t take sleeping pills here even if I wanted to, I don’t want to be that far under in a place like this.” He said as something loud popped in his back and he let out a little sigh. “I also doubt that Wyrmbreaker would let me sleep elsewhere, I am certain this is all part of his grand plan.”
[Adara Mires] She grinned crookedly at him “Well, if you ever take any, I could sleep over, watching over you, in case someone want to abuse you or something” She followed him up on a very fluid movement
“I mean why would someone want to abuse your sorry ass is beyong me, but I could watch over you” Her tone is light. She knows he would hate having someone watch over him like a child. of course, it’s part of why she said it, because she likes to tease him. Even when on edge. Wouldn’t be the first time he snap at her. And she told him because in fact, she would watch over him if he wanted to.
“And don’t jusde Lukas too harshly, I”m pretty sure that he would agree for you to have a night off, for good behavior. He doesn’t want to drive you insane you know. Even if it might look like it” She smiled to him
[Katherine Bellamonte] “Yes,” the Half Moon protests lightly as she opens the door to find Lucille to one side of it already, waiting to accept two of the bags into her arms and begin marching toward the kitchen, leaving Katherine with one, better able to turn and frown at Sarita in continuing mystification.
“But why anyone needs to arrive to an awards ceremony dressed as an egg defies even my comprehension of absurdity.”
Slipping her shoes off, the slender Silver Fang follows Lucille’s wake to the kitchen and deposits the bags on the counter, turning, collecting a fresh apple from a bowl of fruit; she leans her hip against the counter; pale eyes thoughtfully tracing toward the stairwell.
“He avoids me as well, in fact I’m not certain I’ve seen hide or hair of him since he moved in. Lucille,” Katherine inquires over a shoulder, biting into the flesh of the fruit, “has our mysterious Mister Roth shown himself this evening?”
The dark-eyed Kinfolk turned from placing boxes of cereal away; her wrinkled mouth pursing. “Not much, Mistress. He have a visitor though, they upstairs now. Adara Mires, she say her name is.”
Katherine crooked an eyebrow at Sarita. “Well, at least he’s not a complete hermit. Shall we go and say hello?”
[Carter Roth] Carter glowered at the Fury at the mention of standing over him, keeping watch while he slumbered like some incontinent child. He snorted derisively and shook his head, looking away from Adara as he stripped off the shirt he was wearing and tossed it into a pile that was growing in the corner, and plucked up a new one from within his duffle bag.
“Because I need the thought of you watching me sleep in my mind as I try to drift off to sleep.” He looked back over at her at last and spoke sarcastically. “Thanks for that.”
He doesnt seem to particularly agreeable with the whole Lukas situation either, but then it was easy to tell, the man was on edge, he was jumpy, he was ornery, he was all the things a kin shouldn’t be when they were around the trueborns, but here he was none the less. “He’s probably laughing right now….or…or hes waiting for me to break completely.” Yep, don’t forget paranoid to boot.
“Besides, how would you know him so well hmmm?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “She went in a meat dress the Award show before that. An egg is like a step down.” She grins.
She follows along and sets her bags down. Kate goes for an apple; Sarita goes for a drink. Everyone has their priorities. She looks up when Lucille says Adara is here, and she raises an eyebrow. The gesture is probably remarkably similar to Kate’s. She looks over at her packsister and grins. “Sure, sounds like a plan.”
[Adara Mires] She was amused by his reaction, and didn’t hide it “Awww come on, there are worst faith than having a friend looking for your safety. You have to admit that at least” She picked her jacket from the floor
“As for Lukas, I hear things, I’ve met him a few times. He’s fair. Maybe firm, but he has to be and I respect that. He’s not pointlessly mean liek some can be. In therm of Elder, we could be stuck with much worst. And yeah, I like the guy. He’s been good to me, so sue me.” She grin at him, letting him change, while she takes off her hoodie, it was warm inside. Her new tirbal style tattoo on her left arm was exposed, going from her shoulder ot hte back of her hand.
“So, anything you’d liek to do tonight? Maybe hit the pool? I doubt we can have a training session here. It’s not a shooting range”
[Carter Roth] Carter ignores the inquiry about what he would like to do, he had many thoughts of that sort on his mind, none of them he could act upon. “Hmmm lets see, I’d love to go out, wander around for hours, drink until my liver is black and then fall asleep in some random motel and hope I wake up, that would be really nice about now.” He said as he took in the tattoo and shook his head before pointing at it.
“And what does that signify? And why Tribal?” He asks, for a garou such an answer might be more simplistic then a humans ever could, but he asked none the less, in that oh so gruff, oh so straight to the point way that had gotten Carter in trouble so very very often.
[Katherine Bellamonte] In truth the upstairs of Katherine Bellamonte’s Loft was quite spacious enough for sparring. It had, in fact, been used precisely for such purposes more than once before by Kate’s present and past pack-mates; both realm-side and Umbrally. Presently, the second level was open to the elements without the bedrooms shaped around it like a U. Wood and metal stairs clanked faintly when feet stood upon them and raised the travelers to the floor above which, when looking down was slightly shorter in span than the level beneath.
Exercise equipment was set up in one corner, along with various game systems and a large TV against the near wall when reaching the top of the stairs. Bean-bags littered the floor here, as well as a few easy chairs tugged forward.
It was an airy, light space with high windows and Katherine kept it well; her maid no doubt making sure most everything found its proper place when the time came for cleaning. Tonight, she patters up the stairs in bare feet and jeans, a soft cashmere sweater in soft gray set off her pale eyes and had the sleeves rolled up her forearms; revealing tan skin. She was, in appearance alone, a lovely woman to behold, Honor’s Compass.
Yet her presence also brought that stifling Rage that the Shadow Lord Kinsman found suffocating.
He was fortunate then, it was only one of the Unbroken pack member’s moons. Voices drift from Carter’s room and Katherine, stopping without it, raps the back of her knuckles against it. “It’s Katherine Bellamonte, Monsieur Roth. May I come in?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] And there’s just a hint more of Rage behind Kate. Sarita is almost as low on the stuff as you can be and still be a Garou. But it’s there, and she takes a casual lean against the wall next to the door as Katherine calls through it. She sips at her drink as she awaits the response.
[Adara Mires] She laughed “Well, we could go out of your room, wander for hours, get drunk until you pass out…then see if you ever wake up” She smiled, after all it would be the same as taking sleeping pills and he said he thought it was a risk to be so out of it here.
“As for the tattoo, I wanted something looking like that. I asked a friend to design it for me and if you unfocus your eyes slgihtly, like when you look at the weird 3d pictures, you’ll see my tribe’s glyph. So I got the ink for the style mostly and wanted to be clever about showing my affiliation.” She shrugh. She liekd it and it was all tha mattered after all
She turn to look at Kate and Sarita, smiling to both of them “Good evening Katherine, Sarita” Shesay in a warm, polite tone “I have to say, you have a gorgeous place”She tell the Aden and she meant it. She was in love with the loft.
[Carter Roth] More rage, it compacted in on him, it drove him crazy that tingle that feel of wolf and pack and ancient blood. His own blood sought to react to it, to send off its own message but no such message would ever be sent, because Carter was a kin, and always would be, perhaps this was part of his anger, part of his almost irrational hate for the trueborn.
Regardless there was a knock at his door, open as it was and Carter green blue eyes hot in the direction of…shit…his hostess. His face tried not to turn into a snarl, tried not to become a sneer, and he managed it for the most part. It took him a long moment before he nodded slowly and spoke. “Yeah…come in if you have a need.”
His gaze turned back to Adara who of course, was friendly as a puppy with everyone who came by and instead of speaking more on her tattoo, he simply commented on the previous note. “Yes…but I would have to come back here to do it.” It was said quietly as he gaze returned to Katherine and he watched…and waited.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Hey, Adara.” She nods to the Fury. She looks in the door and then waggles her fingers at Carter. “Hey-ho neighbor. How’s tricks?”
[Katherine Bellamonte] Katherine, apple in hand, pushes open the door to present the picture of herself, framed by her sister, leaning against the doorframe as it gently slides open. Hair unbound; she steps inside in a wave of Chanel and Rage; her eyes a very familiar shade of pale blue — they were almost a duplicate of her Alpha’s.
Young, the Silver Fang Adren was barely twenty-three years of age, her figure the curvy definition of this, the strength betrayed by her movement was that of agility; learned dexterity from becoming what she was, more so than who. For she was nobility, in the old world sense of things. This Silver Fang would nary have ever lifted a lily white finger if she were not born to the era she was, and to become what she was.
Different to Lukas, yet Katherine did suggest ownership of this space, and not without a touch of her tribe’s sense of entitlement, those within it. She called them to order with her posture, the fine manner she tilted her face at them; inspected the clothes in the corner, then returned her gaze to first Adara, then Carter.
“I thank you, Song of Life. I have put much energy into this space.”
A beat. “I wanted to ensure you have everything you need, Mister Roth.” A generous mouth curved. “I do little in halves, you see. You are my guest, you must be well kept.”
[Adara Mires] She slightly move out of the way so she wouldn’t hide Carter for Sarita and Katherine’s view. Not that she could really. Carter was taller and wider then her and would probably be able to make her disapear if he ever hugged her while standing.
Yet, she move to lean against a dresser, holding her jack in her right hand and hoodie in her left. She looked at Sarita “How have you been doing?” She ask the Strider then looked at Katherine “Well, again ,congratulation. It’s simply..well maybe not heavenly, but then again, if I die, I want ot end up in a place like this. In the middle of the woods instead of a city maybe”
She grin slightly. She did miss living in cabins near the Wyld. But she couldn’t complain too much about her new city eiother. She fall silent, letting Carter talk with the Silver Fang
[Carter Roth] Carter nodded to Sarita as she waggled fingers at him, his face remaining neutral as he spoke. “Hello.” It was terse certainly, but at least it was pleasant enough. He then turned his head to the woman he knew was his hostess, the woman who had agreed to take him into her home, and he listened to her as she spoke to him.
Perhaps Katherine meant only good things when she spoke of keeping him, of making sure all his needs were met. But to Carter it distilled everything he disliked about his situation into one simple sentence. The upward curve of the woman’s lip became a sneer in his tired, rage addled mind, and her words, quite possibly meant in all hospitality, seemed mocking and derisive.
Let it be said that Carter looked tired, he looked strung out, if he had gotten mcuh sleep since his arrival, it certainly didn’t show as he glowered. “Kept eh? Like some kind of pet is it?” He asks as he reached up and scratched at a scraggly beard. “Oh yeah…got everything I need right here.”
[Katherine Bellamonte] “Yes, precisely.”
Instantaneous; without rancor, but perhaps a curl of amusement; thick like smoke coiling around her voice; housed in her eyes. She nibbles at her fruit, slices away a piece with sharp little teeth and chews silently, before adding as she swallows; and rids the taste from her lips.
“You are my pet as you make yourself one by casting resentment back onto those who would treat you with respect.” She blinks slowly, lazily at him. “Unless you would like us to interact with civility, in which case I will stop considering you a pet to be tamed, and return you to an educated, mannered man, hm?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “And see, I thought you meant kept. Adjective. Descriptive form of ‘keep,’ to provide lodging.” Hey, the Latina knows her vocabulary. Who know she actually paid attention in school. “But hey, what do I know?”
She gives Kate a wink and then looks back at Adara. “M’all right. How’re you? Ain’t seen you since you went all pew-pew-pew at the graveyard.”
[Adara Mires] She smiled at Sarita “I’ve been well. And yes…I prefered to use a gun that time because of the camera. And of course, there was always the possibily of people wandering in. Shooting seemed..better. Thought I’m pretty sure that if you didn’t get that thing with your fangs I would have been forced to change form as well. All in all, with the camera taken down and the laptop secured, we did good.
Oh, did you know? The car the twins used was found in tenessee. I called the Caern there and those nearby and gave them the twins descrition. So hopefully, a pack will cross their path and end them.”
She look at Katherine “And I have to thank one of your kin, Sasha, who helped with htat, using her CSI unit to get the tire tracks and then give me the info”
She turn her attention toward Carter and frowned slightly, as if saying don’t say anything…god don’t say anything.
[Carter Roth] “I just love how your version of respect involves keeping a man someplace he doesn’t want to be, especially a place where its pretty damn well known he won’t get a lick of sleep!.” It is only the word sleep which rises above his normal octave, hands balled into fists as he stared at the woman, but it wasn’t anger or hate that fuel’d the man, it had a different flavour, a feeling of desperation and a hint of hysteria.
Adara frowned at him, and Sarita made wit of his grasp of the vernacular and that does not help his mood one bit.
“See, if you were really smart? Maybe you’d have seen things like Adara did, even civilized well mannered folk still get pissy and sleep deprived, you don’t demote them to animals right of the bat do you?” He said as he folded arms infront of him.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah, I heard about that.” She shrugs. “To be honest about the gun? Once something inhuman’s busted out, all best are off. And if someone else shifts…that’s sorta carte blanche. I’d-a taken the hit if the Veil’d been lifted, but it all worked out. We did well, yeah.”
She lets Kate handle Carter. She would her own responses and they may not make the situation better. One cook too many in that particular soup.
Why do I get the feeling this is gonna be a long month? She’s staying quiet audibly. Usually that just means that she’s speaking more over the link.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[all BETS]]
[Katherine Bellamonte] Katherine flicks a brow at her pack-mate, there’s a certain familiar gleam to her blue eyes that suggests amusement, more than agitation. Capricious as any feline, the Silver Fang’s charm rang with a particular sharply wielded tongue — sharp as a rapier when put to the proper use.
Equal parts monster and human; such was the burden of the Philodox.
“Ah, Sasha, she is a competent young woman, I am pleased to hear she has been your aid.” Then, back to Carter, and his hysterics. Katherine tilts her head at him, rather more curious than displeased, all said. She sets her apple down on the edge of the table, and folds her arms behind her back; crossing toward the Shadow Lord Kinfolk without, apparently, a jot of fear.
“Did I put you here, Carter,” she asks evenly; circling him. “Or did you put yourself here. You know,” she muses, regarding him rather closely. “I have met Kin with your particular,” she rolls her wrist, looking to Sarita for the right word. “… grudges, shall we say, against my kind. But the truth is, you, like them before you, don’t know me from the next wolf, so as quick as you are accuse me of things, you are also grouping me with every other Garou you’ve met.
Which is neither fair, nor really smart of you.”
She crosses back, turns to regard him. “As you have decidedly not met every Garou in the world. I recognize that you struggle with our presence, I do not consider this any evidence of weak character, however while you are in my home, wishing to be or not, you will address me with passing civility, are we understood?
If you have trouble sleeping with such rage, I will happily do what I can to make this less of an issue for you. I cannot demand my other guests leave, but perhaps we can … relocate sleeping quarters so you have distance, if not total disconnection from our presence, at least until you have had some rest.”
[Katherine Bellamonte] [And, BRB! Grabbing dinner downstairs. :)]
[Adara Mires] She nodded to Sarita “You have a point. I’m trying to do things smartly, keep myself out of trouble. Getting caught for lifting the VEil, so not something I want to go through” Again, she things but don’t say. Her time in Seattle had be..though. She was learning from her mistakes and well now she simply eed ot find the middle ground. Not to be afraid to use her gifts but doing it smartly.
She watched and listened to Katherine. She might not agree with the circling but she had to admit, the woman had style. She did makes some sense but she was afraid Carter wouldn’t take kindly ot her words. It wasn’t easy dealing with Carter on his best day and today, was really not his best one.
She doesn’t interupt, not yet. It was Katherine’s home and she didn’t want to find herself between Carter and her…though..if needed, she will.
[Carter Roth] Katherine spoke and approached the man without fear, it was likely due to the fact that he had no weapons here, and could do no real damage to her, but when she tried to circle him he quickly backs away, not giving her his back in any way shape or form, he was too paranoid for that, to high strung. But then she spoke plainly, she spoke logically of how she was not every garou in this world, of how he had not met every garou and could not possibly make assumptions about every single one of them, this seemed to hit him more then off handed insults or casual or angered dismissal, she dug at facts, she did so evenly, with a cool temper and that seemed to bring the kinsman back to a slightly more even keel.
He pulled himself upright and folded his arms across his chest as he reconsidered the woman. “Fine, I’ll do that, but don’t assume my issue is with ever garou in general, plenty of you are monstrous bastards, and I’ve met enough of them. But my problem, and the thing that got me here, was about the system you espouse, not you as a person.” He says it evenly, talking like one person to another when you wished to debate something with another, it was the best anyone had gotten out of him in a long while, barring Adara.
He then shook his head. “It wouldn’t be enough, I’ve always been….particularly sensitive to that wash of rage each of you give off, it runs itself over my skin and into my mind, regardless of how far away you are, I can simply feel it in this house.” He shook his head once more. “No moving to other rooms won’t do it, and I can’t leave.” A gentle shrug signified the futility of the measure, but at least he didn’t throw it back in her face right?….right?
[Katherine Bellamonte] [annnd back!]
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “It’s a fine line,” she agrees, nodding to the Fury. “Shit happens, live and learn. No worries.” She’s been there. Everyone has a learning curve, and the Strider’s had her own over time.
She listens to Carter speak to Katherine, brow raised, and she glances to her packsister to see her response. It’s something like a tennis match for the Ragabash, and she’s very interested to see who gets to game, set, match.
[Katherine Bellamonte] “Oh,” Honor’s Compass laughs, a brilliant sound; as shatteringly elegant and light as wind-chimes on the evening breeze. “Oh, yes, there are a lot of monstrous bastards out there, Carter.” Hearing a curse word from Katherine’s lips was enough to make you wonder a little; especially when she made it sound somehow appropriate, despite its very intention.
Her eyes gleamed onward, she reclaimed her apple.
“Our system is not perfect, no. Trust that I know this perhaps more than most, given I am the one responsible for keeping others to its party line. But look, respect is an earned thing, so is tolerance to our presence. You cannot buy off these things, as much or as simply as it would be preferable we could.
You do the best you know how to, and I in turn will do what I can to make your stay here less exhausting.”
She nods, and takes a larger bite of her apple; noting. “Do try these, by the by, Lucille found them. Organically grown.”
[Adara Mires] She nodded to Sarita, agreeing with her.
She watched Carter and Katherine with a smile. It seem that things might be ok between guest and hostess. Katherine hadnled things very differantly than her but it seem to work. After all, as with many things, there is more than one way to do it right.
She was still leaning against the dresser, emerald eyes now on Carter as the Silver Fang change the subject, moving it to apples. And by the way the Adren was eating hers, they did look delicious. Too bad she would never eat one herself. Her digestive system wouldn’t approve
[Carter Roth] Carter listens still, despite how strung out he felt, how very much he wanted to rub his eyeballs from his sockets just so they would stop tingling within them. He looked behind him, looked to the bed and thought maybe now….maybe? please god maybe?
He looked back to Katherine then and shrugged. “Sure I can do that, if you and yours.” He said briefly looking over at Sarita. “Remember that respect is a two way street, I have to earn yours, remember that you gotta earn ours as well, don’t just assume cause someone else has heard of you and the things you do makes you right to rule or command us, you gotta earn that right too, even if the archaic contraption you call a system says otherwise.”
At that he sat down on the bed and looked to the three women who surrounded him, the three women that were putting out so much rage combined that a couple of months ago he might have vomited at the intensity. “Excuse me, I’m going to try and sleep now, don’t take offense that I won’t even try so long as your in the room and the door isn’t locked from the inside.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Hey big guy, I’m all about the respect.” She shrugs. She certainly has no problem giving kin their due. Hell, almost everyone things she’s far TOO giving with the kin. “You play nice, I’ll plan nice. And it’ll be all good.”
[Katherine Bellamonte] Katherine’s eyes tick to Sarita, back to Carter. She nods, and pushes off from the desk. “Good, good. Then we are all on the same page. Let’s go, ladies, and let him try and sleep.”
With that, Honor’s Compass turns and slips from the room, taking a note unimpressive amount of the Rage with her — Carter can breathe a touch easier, at least.
[Katherine Bellamonte] [ahem, not, not note. I KEN SPEEL.]
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Sounds good. Have a good night, Carter.” She smiles and nods to him, moving back into the main room.
[Adara Mires] She smiled to Carter “All right, have a good night.” She actually puch him lightly on the shoulder “Don’t do anything crazy…or at least crazier than usual” She grin playfully “See you around and call me if you feel liek hanging out”
She waved and exited with the other two Garou. Hmmmm it seem that trying the pool tonight is not rally an option anymore.
[Carter Roth] Carter simply nods to Adara and Sarita, perhaps he was to tired, to threadbare to even bother with a proper response. And while it might seem trivial to the garou who could slip so seemlessly between worlds and ignore doors all together, it obviously meant something to Carter as he closed the door and the lock sounded within. A moment later something…presumably the dresser, is pushed infront of the door, adding that little extra defense, that little extra privacy.
Who cares if security is a myth, the man felt better for it.
[Thanks for the scene guys! Id have kept going but my own eyes are burning as well. Take it easy!]
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Np, thanks for the scene! 🙂 ]
[Katherine Bellamonte] Honor’s Compass does not linger on the second floor, perhaps, as she promised the Kinfolk, she would try and put even a tiny amount of distance between him and their presence — regardless of how helpful it would be. She descends the stairs, her bare feet barely making any sound and when she touches the polished floorboards of her dining area turns, smilingly, on her two guests.
“Now, that task accomplished, who is for some of the Wyborowa Lukas brought me for ascending Rank?”
She quirks a brow, and pads toward the kitchen on a quest for the polish vodka.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She recognizes that Katherine is making a concession to Carter and she has no problem complying. She gestures to Adara and heads on down. When Katherine suggests the Wyborowa, she grins and takes a lean against the counter.
“You know me, chica. I’m always up for a little vodka.”
[Adara Mires] She walked with the two Unbroken, her feet probably almost as silent as the Adren. Even if she didn’t move with the same regal air that Kate did effortlessly, there was an inate grace to the Fury, one many dancers or gymnast would envy.
She smiled at the mention of vodka “If you don’t mind having me around, then I”d be honored to have a drink with you two” She was holding her jacket and hoodie in her right hand now, looking around, still appreciating the loft.
[Katherine Bellamonte] “Ah, très bonne,” the French raised American Silver Fang commends, and reaches up on her toes to free a trio of small shot glasses from her cupboard. She sets each down, and unscrews the top on the vodka bottle; pouring a just so amount into each as the other females situate themselves at the breakfast table; stools had been set up along one side of it, Katherine stood on the preparation end.
She set one before each, and raised it.
“What shall we toast to? Interacting with Kinfolk and not having it result in violence or extended argument, perhaps?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That would in fact be something new for me in the last few weeks,” she says to Katherine with a wry touch to her voice. Her lips twist into a grin, both amused and exasperated at that fact.
“Yeah, sure. I’ll drink to that.”
[Adara Mires] She watch both of them and chuckled “What is it with this city and difficult kinfolks?”She asked slightly amused “Isn’t it supposed to be the norm? Having good relations with kinfolk and not having conversations ending with arguments or blood?”
She paused “So I’ll drink to that”
She smiled “I’m lucky enough that most like me. Are yours troublesome?”She ask the two tribe Elders. She can’t really speak for kin from her tribe, she knew of onlyone and Adamidas is the Elder
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Just for giggles, I wanna see how drunk faced she gets on Lukas’ booze.]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Ahh, why not]]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 4, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She grimaces. To be fair, she’s had a little to drink anyway before now, but she smiles when the fire burns down her throat.
“Are my kinfolk difficult? Are you kidding me, Adara? Have you met Amy and Gina?”
[Adara Mires] (and my turn)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 6, 6 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Katherine Bellamonte] It is perhaps testament to the quality of the vodka her Alpha had gifted her with that while it is potent and she certainly feels it as she downs it; she does not regret it an instant later. She sets her glass down, savoring the warmth in her throat; in her belly. She bites back laughter at Adara’s question, eyes dancing and when Sarita chimes in; Katherine mms agreement to her words.
“I have had so many Kinfolk pass in and out of this city while being Elder of the Silver Fangs, and I can count on one hand, those who have not left their mark.” At this, Katherine actually holds up a finger, and lifts a corner of her sweater in one hand; displaying a small stretch of smooth tanned stomach; there was, however, a small scar; the flesh angry and raised; the width and curved angle of a small blade.
“Silver. The King of my mother’s House had one of his henchman teach me a lesson because his daughter and his Nephew died while under my watch. The Kinswoman, I should add,” Katherine straightens her clothing, reaching to pour a fresh round. “Took her own life. My sister, who came here with myself and Edward, my brother, forced my hand into disowning her from the tribe and then ran off in search of the Bone Gnawer who took up her Guardianship.
To this day, I have no idea where she is.”
[Adara Mires] She grinned at Sarita “Oh you know I’ve met Amunet, hun.” She say shaking her head
“But I absolutly love Gina and Kyle. I’m helping Gina with her english and she’s been teaching me belly dancing. And that’s an amazing art, I love it” She smiled softly “And Kyle is just a great guy. He’s the one who designed my tattoo”She say, raising her ink covered left arm. The tribal style tattoo started on her shoulder and came down to the back of her left hand.
“And he seem to be doing really well lately.”
She drank the alcool, her msile widening at the taste “Wow, LUkas has great taste” She said appreciatively
She listened to Katherine’s story wide eyed “Ok…that is one heck of a story”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah, well you don’t have Gina telling you that you’re the scum of the earth and that you can’t be trusted and that no matter what you do to try and prove it, you don’t really care about her and you’re just trying to find a way to fuck her over because you’re insane.” She frowns. “That’s what I’ve been dealing with with Gina since Day One that I met her. I had to give her my fucking gun in order to get her to meet with me a second time, because of what other people did to her. The reason she likes you is because you’re not Strider.”
“Amy’s…” She falls silent. She’s still fiercely protective of Amunet, that much is clear, and even if she knows what Adara is getting at and understands, there’s still a frown at it being called out. She lets Katherine talk, and she frowns thoughtfully. Others have told her to talk to Katherine about her sister in relation to how the Strider was dealing with her own half-sister. It’s never happened for one reason or another, and while there are differences, she definitely sees the common thread. She says nothing, verbally or over the totemphone. She just stays uncharacteristically quiet.
[Katherine Bellamonte] Three new shots are set up, and Katherine, picking up a new one, frowns in something of a mirrored action at her newest sister. She can feel Sarita’s protectiveness, understands its core and more than likely sympathizes with it more than the other female will or could ever realize.
“It is not so unfamiliar with Carter Roth up there, I have little doubt he hates not Lukas, or myself or any of us but his own situation, the helplessness of it and that he feels caught up, like the unwilling fly in the spider’s web. He sees danger and death encroaching on him, but the more he struggles, the more caught he finds himself.”
A beat, she throws back another shot; her cheeks warmed, eyes on Sarita.
“Sometimes they escape the web, but we catch them later on, when the damage has been delivered by other hands. You can only offer her what she’ll except from you. Patience, I dare say, will win over Gina. As for Amy,” a beat, Sarita had been present at the Kin meeting.
“Sisters are complicated. Already, without our bonus entanglements to the bargain. I …. pushed Gabrielle, too much. Too hard. Amy is willful, like she was … is. But I think she respects you.” A beat, Katherine seems distant a moment. “That is to your favor with her. My sister merely feared and distrusted me.”
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Staaaamina. Glug, glug!]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Adara Mires] She look at Sarita “Oh, I didn’t know it was so bad between you and her. I’m sorry. It seem we tend to get Kin who has been badly treated over here like Katherine said” She say with a slight frown “Well if you don’t mind and it can reassure you, I”m keeping an eye on her and try to make sure she’s doing ok”
She say looking at Sarita then smiling softly “As for Amy, don’t worry, all right? What happened between me and her is over, dealt with on my side. I know I’ll never be friend with her, but I don’t have anything against her either.”She shrugh “I try not to hold unnecessary grudges.”
She pick her shot and raise it to both women “I never had sibblings..somehow you make me wish I do and don’t at the same time” She grin slightly before drinking
[Adara Mires] (take 2)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 7, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Katherine Bellamonte] [er, accept, not except. WRONG ONE.]
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah well, we’ll see with Gina.” She shrugs. It’s certainly not that she doesn’t appreciate the advice, or listen or even accept it. She does. She has the look of someone who’s just a bit tired of it. She’s not morose, not even angry. Frustrated is a good way to put it. But even that frustrated has a bit of that sardonic humor over it. “Maybe when she decides I’m more than a receptacle for past sins.”
“And thanks.” It’s said to both. “Amy’s…I didn’t think the city would change her when people told me it would. I was wrong, but…we’ll get through it.”
A shrug, and she picks up her shut. “Ahh, what the fuck. Bottom’s up.” She grins and slams the shot like a pro.
[[Drunky time now?]]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 8 (Failure at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] The Loft is so big, so expansive, so open that when someone phases across the Gauntlet, the change in air pressure isn’t even quite enough to pressure their ears into popping. So it’s sort of out of the blue when Lukas comes down from upstairs, picking a twig out of his hair as he rounds the turn into the kitchen.
“I thought I smelled booze,” he says, mock-accusingly.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “You did.” She grins at Lukas. The flush has started to creep into already dusky skin, and she takes a lean back on the counter. “And it’s in me, Big Bossman. S’up?”
[Katherine Bellamonte] Katherine smiles, shaking her head. “Trust me, being an only child at times seems utterly inviting.”
There’s a slight change in the air pressure, not enough to truly startle, but those connected by Perun sense it, likely, before the Fury does. Katherine is already fetching a fresh shot glass out as Lukas appears, rebuking without rancor the scent of alcohol on the air in the Loft.
“Yes, we were testing out the vodka you gave me, Lukas.” Katherine pours a new round, nudging one toward her Alpha; hands then braced on the counter in mock challenge; her cheeks already rosy. “Do you accept the challenge? You are two rounds behind, already. We’ve been exchanging Kinfolk tales.”
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] “Went for a romp in the woods,” he says, then flicks the twig he pulled out of his hair in Kate’s direction before hauling himself up on a stool at the breakfast bar. “Pass a double down this-a-way.”
Katherine finishes up some comment on kin, and suddenly the somewhat morose air — unusual for a drinking competition — makes sense. “Uh oh,” Lukas says, “what happened now?”
[Tripoli] It’s not so much a pop as a blip when Tripoli manifests in the stainless steel sink. A clank of metal against metal, rubber against it, and the only reason they know instantly that it’s him is that he’s nearly a foot tall at the moment, rather than the pocket-sized shape he wears so often. His long, reticulated arms flop over the edge of the sink, reaching for help.
“Eee,” he informs the drinking Garou, smacking his ‘hands’ on the edge of the counter like a child adamantly demanding it be picked up. “Eee!”
[Adara Mires] She reached and squeezed Sarita’s hand for a brief moment “Hey, it could be worst,. Things will get better, I”m sure” She offer a reassuring smile then looked at Lukas with a warm smile “Good evening Lukas”
And now she felt liek an outsider even though Lukas was the only male. Put them all in a line and point at who doesn’t belong here and she’d be picked. She was amongst packmates after all. The Unbroken, and in a setting you don’t see her often in. A lavish decor and all. Not that she couldn’t fit in a place like that. It’s more like her clothes won’t match with the place.
She offered Kate a grin “Well, it’s always the grass is always greener elsewhere right?” She say when the Adren comment about how inviting being a lonely child seemed to her
She blinks when Tripoli appears, having no idea what it was. She tilted her head, then look at her empty shot glass. Was she that drunk already?
[Adara Mires] (read: well the grass is always greener….)
[Katherine Bellamonte] Katherine straightens, and turns to examine the manifested spirit in her sink.
“Hello, little one.” She offers a hand out to the little metallic spirit to clamber aboard and moves to set him on the counter beside the glasses and bottle of vodka. “Sinclair let you out for the night and you come here? Dear, oh dear. ” Then, to belatedly answer Lukas, Kate picks up her latest shot.
“I met Carter Roth, we actually had a conversation that was not entirely without progress.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Dude, try BEING an only child for twenty-seven years and ~then~ getting a sister. Sometimes it’s tough to figure out whether it’s the best or worst of both worlds. Or like…a Charlie Dickins thing. A Tale of Two Sisters.”
She chuckles at Lukas. “Nothin’ happened. Just got inspired to kinfolk talk by our guest.”
She grins when Tripoli appears. Hey there, little guy. S’up?” picks up her glass from the new round that’s been poured, and downs it.
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 9 (Success x 1 at target 7)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] “That’s what you get,” Lukas informs the little metal gaffling drolly, “materializing in a sink.” Kate helps Tripoli out. Lukas unbuckles his watch and slides it down the counter toward Tripoli — mostly metal, ticking, mechanical, toy. “Don’t break it,” he warns.
Kinfolk guest. Lukas looks wary. “Did he rant about Garou oppression again? I swear, that night when he agreed to come here I felt like I’d actually gotten through to him for a moment. But he’s sliding steadily back into down with the wolfman! equality for all! mindset again.”
[Adara Mires] She watch Tripoli for a moment, as she pick her shot and chuckled at Sarita’s words “Yeah, I guess it can turn your life around.” She smiled, looking at her shot. She remember her last drinking contest. She wasn’t sure she felt like repeating the experience. But it seemed to go well tonight
She look at Lukas “I don’t think it was that bad. He was on edge tonight mostly because hte rage prevents him from sleeping. I don’t know why exactly but he physically react badly to rage. It’s ont even related to what happened to him in the past. Or so I understand”
She drank her shot
[Adara Mires] (and round 3)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 4, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Tripoli] At this size, Tripoli is heavy. He is several pounds of pure metal, though one would be hard-pressed to name what sorts of metals he’s made of. All of them. There are glints of gold in the rims around his blue-glowing eyes. There are hints of cold iron in the axis of his wheel. He is far too big to fit on Katherine’s lovely, soft, much-polishing palm, so he grabs a hold of her wrist as she lifts him up and out of the sink. His weight drags on her elbow as she helps him.
“Eee!” he says defiantly, steel shutters clicking down over his eyes for a half-second, a blink at her assumption that Sinclair let him out. Huff.
His wheel sets down on the counter. The little metal gaffling looks disinterestedly at the shot glasses and the bottles and goes in search of more interesting fare: a corkscrew, perhaps. Maybe a bottlecap. A bit of foil from a neck. He just flaps an arm at Lukas, stupid big-male-wolf-who-never-polishes.
It becomes clear enough to Adara that Tripoli is responding to them as though he understands them, but there is no way in hell they can do more than infer what he might be saying. At least he’s a little more comprehensible than a spirit of Concrete. He’s like a wee robot with a sparkling personality, this one.
Oh look, a watch. Tripoli eyes it, head turned 180 degrees as he rolls along the counter. He thinks quite seriously about ignoring Lukas’s offering, then spins around and rocks back and forth on his wheel a few times before finally zipping over and glomming onto the watch. Picks it up. Hugs it to his cylindrical little chest like a baby.
“Eeee,” coos the gaffling to the wristwatch.
[Katherine Bellamonte] “Alas,” Katherine with a brief turn at smiling, watching the gaffling playing with the Shadow Lord’s watch, “he does not react favorably to us in the slightest. I informed him he was assumptive of much to group me with every other Garou monster he’d met, as he surely had not met every last one of us and he seemed to hear me, at the very least.
We have reached a tentative accordance, while he is under my roof.”
She finally drinks her next shot, blinking back a wash of heat rushing upon her. “What occurred in his past, Adara? If you do not mind the question.”
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Drankin’]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 5, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She nods at Katherine’s question. “I gotta admit, I’m pretty damn curious about that myself. He’s definitely got a walkin’ wounded feel to ‘im.”
A glance over at Damon. “Compared to the big Hooha, he was civil. Ish. What Katherine said, but at least he wasn’t flippin’ the freakin’ bird at anyone or throwing breakables.”
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] “And compared to the tribal moot, the Big Hooha was civil. It gives me hope.” There’s only a bit of wryness in his tone. He downs his doubleshot, then, still lagging the others by one.
“I think the details should be left private,” Lukas replies, then. “But you can probably guess the generalities. Brutalized by a Garou who was supposed to protect him. I can understand how something like that leaves scars. At the same time, he’s hardly the only case. Others didn’t grow up hating everyone and everything.
“That said, he’s not totally blind to reason. If you point out how hypocritical his hatred of all Garou is when he’s accusing Garou of hating and misusing all kin, he has the intelligence and sanity to see the conflict in logic. And if you’re straight with him, if you don’t bullshit and tell him little white lies you’re going to break later, he responds to it.
“I think to some degree, he just wants his pain acknowledged. And I think as much as he’s ready to be proven right about the Garou, he actually wants to be proven wrong.”
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] [glug!]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Adara Mires] She was amused as she watch Tripoli. It reminded her of Wall-E. It was extremely cute. Her emerald eyes moved to look at Katherine
“I actually don’t know for sure, we never talked about it. But Lukas is probably right” She shrughs slightly “Maybe I should ask one day. Knowing his past might help in finding a way to heal him. Then again, he’s fairly decent with me already. Still wonder why sometimes. I mean, I do enjoy annoying the heck out of him”
She grins impishly “But I did work on gaining his trust” She admits
[Katherine Bellamonte] Katherine seems a little somber, despite the couple of rounds of vodka she’s consumed already. “Yes, I noticed he reacted more favorably to logic, than any other thing I threw at him earlier. I hate to see the Kinfolk this way, you know. I have tried myself, after failing so many other ways, to be just with them but they do try to push so hard, sometimes.
I fear the day I lose complete control around one.”
She muses, the Half Moon, worry clear in her pale eyes.
[Tripoli] Tripoli has been cooing to Lukas’s watch, rolling around. There’s an undulation to his eeeing, as though he’s singing the wristwatch a lullabye.
He misses the edge of the counter. Plummets, along with Lukas’s watch. But lo, what is this! As he’s going over the edge, the shocked gaffling tosses the watch up into the air, crying “EEeeeEEE!”
which translates roughly, perhaps, to
Unfortunately the watch, unlike Tripoli, is not sentient. It flies up into the air, hangs for an interminable second —
and begins to fall after the gaffling, who has by now totally hit the ground and melted into it, vanishing entirely.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She nods to Katherine, blinking a couple of times. “See, now I see in Carter, same shit I see in Gina. ‘cept Carter’s thing is blanket, and Gina’s is Tribe-specific. Knowing Gina’s story and seein’ how similar they are in ways…makes me really worried about Carter.”
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Lukas is in the middle of a third shot — catching up to the others, as it were — when Tripoli topples off the counter. EEeeeEEEE! quoth the gaffling, plummeting; the wristwatch flies up, Lukas sticks his foot out to try to break Tripoli’s fall, but
blip! and he’s gone again, leaving the Ahroun to pull his watch deftly out of its free-fall trajectory. Smooth as silk and cool as a cucumber, the Shadow Lord.
“That, by the way,” Lukas says, answering Adara’s long-ago question as he fastens his undamaged watch around his wrist again, “is Sinclair’s pet gaffling. She rescued him and his broodmates from corruption, and this one decided to follow her around.
“As for Carter and Gina and everyone else who’s got a chip on their shoulder due to past issues — on one hand, I get it. They feel betrayed and hurt, so they lock down and lash out. So I reason with them, and I try to make them see that I’m not going to treat them with any less respect than they deserve. Or any more. Which is exactly how I treat anyone else, Garou or kin.
“On the other hand, there’s only so much effort I’m going to spend on reasoning with them, and it’s directly proportional to how much they’ve actually accomplished. How much they’re, to put it coldly, worth it. Sooner or later if things don’t work out I just have to say get over yourself, crack down and move on. They’re kidding themselves if they really think our biggest problem is whether or not kin are getting abused. They’re kidding themselves if they think their biggest problem is whether or not they’re being treated right by the Garou. If the Wyrm wins the war — here in Chicago, or just wins, period — they are not going to be any better off. If they think a permanent place at the bottom of the Nation’s hierarchy, they should take a good long look at how the Wyrm treats their kin.”
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2 (Botch x 3 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] — and rather without warning, Lukas’s faceplants on the counter. So much for eastern european alcohol tolerance.
[Adara Mires] She offer a smile to Katherine “Don’t worry so much. I’ve no doubts that you’ll be wise enough to either maintain control or walk away if a kin pushes you too hard. I know that in our world there is no garantee of control with our Rage, but you’re one of those I wouldn’t worry too much about. You’re smart, wise, respected. Not likely to make a mistake like that”
She watched Sarita as she speak of Carter and Gina. She wonder what happened to the young woman but she wouldn’t ask Sarita. She doubted the Strider would tell her and it was perfectly fine. If Gina wanted her to know, she’ll tell her
She watched Tripoli fall with wide eyes but it left. She seemed relieved as Lukas tell her about it. She then listened to Lukas point of view on kin and she can’t help but nod in agreement
“The Wyrm is everyone’s biggest problem period. I do try to be nice to those around me, Garou and kin alike. But in the end, when troubles come, I’ll listen to those above me, will direct those under me and do what’s needed to keep as many as possible safe. That include being harsh, inflexible and sacrifice some or myself for the good of the many”
She shrugh. It wasn’t her first reaction to situations but in the end, she was logical and practical. To win the war, you do what’s needed..and what’s needed isn’t always nice or pretty.
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] [*dies* okay, i should make a more plausible exit. DLP, but don’t wait on me — i’ll write while you guys are posting]
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Wow, three shots in an’ we’re already talkin’ about sacrificing. Kinda makes me worried what happens when and if we hit five.”
She’s kidding, mostly. Teasing Adara. It’s certainly possible that there’s something deeper underneath. With the Strider, there usually is something deeper when she makes a joke. This one might be lacking a bit in meaning, but…hey, she’s had three shots of this damned firewater, plus another drink besides. Cut the chica a little slack.
I’ll cut your FACE a little slack… Don’t start.
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] The first two shots went down without a hitch. The last one — they all seem to hit at once, slamming the Ahroun like a mack truck. They can almost see his eyes unfocusing. And while Adara’s answering with conviction and clarity, Katherine with grace and eloquence, and Sarita with her own brand of slightly acidic humor … Lukas can’t seem to keep what they’re saying in focus.
He stands up. And sways.
“Good points, everyone,” he says. He’s obviously trying very hard to be measured and reasonable and firm and Adrenly. It’s also very obvious he hasn’t managed to process a word of the last two minutes or so. “Good discussion. I’m glad we had this talk. I think we … cleared a lot of things up. Yeah. So. I’d love to … love to stay and chat, but I haven’t eaten in hours. And I’m going to make like … a fast food run. To Taco Bell. For tacos.
For some reason this makes him laugh irrepressibly. Swaying his way out, he hugs every one of them rather forcefully against his side.
“You people are awesome. Have a good night.” Sarita’s the last in line; she gets an extra-tight bear hug. “Night!”
And then he’s stumbling off up the stairs. It’s anyone’s guess if he means to pass out on the couch or leave the way he came in.