What’s Going On?

Amunet Trujillo: She’s there in pretty good time, ringing the bell and praying to god that Sarita is the one that answers the door.

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: The door is actually answered by Lucille, the Hispanic housekeeper who takes care of the place. She looks Amy over and tells her that Miss Sarita is in the garage, clanking about with something, and directs her how to get there.

Amunet Trujillo: Better than she expected, and she makes her way to the garage to lean in the doorway, watching her sister.

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: The Bitchmobile is in the garage at the moment, looking insanely out of place next to the sports bike and the Bentley that are sitting in there as well. Truth be told, Sarita usually partks her vehicle on the street so that she doesn’t have to worry about garage doors or the like. Today though, when Amy comes in, she sees Sarita…or rather, half of her…sticking out from underneath the van. Working on her car is a calming thing for the Strider, and it’s something that she enjoys doing. And clearly, now is one of those times that she’s indulging.

Amunet Trujillo: She comes over and sits on the floor, close enough that she can hand Sar any tools she might need. “Everything looking okay?”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Yeah…” She said it semi-grumblingly, reaching up to tighten a bolt in the undercariiage. “As it turns out when I went out driving the other night, I banged up the bottom of the poor girl a little bit. Nothing bad, just threw a few things out of whack.”

Amunet Trujillo: “You shouldn’t have been driving.” Understatement much? “What the fuck was that about, anyway?”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “I was sober when I was driving, Amy. Just fuckin’ exhausted.” She pushes out from under the van, frowning. “I…got a little fucked-up in the head the night before.”

Amunet Trujillo: “Why?” Her knees are drawn up under her chin, arms wrapped around her shins.

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: She leans back on the van, running a hand through her hair with a frown. “Kate, Adara and I were on guard duty and got sent out to deal with a threat. Couple Spirals, no biggie. “And then…this robot thing popped up. Some corrupted Weaver shit. We were kicking its ass, and it sent out some kind of mental kablooey. Showed me all sorts of shit that might have been.” She shivers, looking off at a spot on the wall. “It really fucked me up.”

Amunet Trujillo: She chews her bottom lip for a second. “What kind of shit?”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Bad shit.” She swallows hard. “Basically, you getting all sorts of fucked up and then some.”

Amunet Trujillo: “Nothing is going to happen to me, Sar.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “No, probably not.” She nods, frowning slightly. “But it could have.”

A long pause, and she shakes her head. “Anyway. I’ve been having nightmares about it all week. Haven’t been able to get barely any sleep. I just…wasn’t ready for that on Thursday, so I found a place to park and tried to drink my way into not having any dreams. Unfortunately for you, my phone was still in reach.”

Amunet Trujillo: She scoots closer, leaning half on the van and half onto her sister. “You sounded pretty fucking panicked. And you threatened Stefan.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: She sighs, counterleaning. “I don’t even remember any of that. I barely remember calling you.”

Amunet Trujillo: “I didn’t figure you would. You haven’t been that drunk in a long time”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “No…no, I haven’t.” She frowns. “Lukas seemed worried that I’d gotten that drunk, to be honest.”

Amunet Trujillo: “I don’t blame him.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “I know. It wasn’t any kind of alcoholic shit though. You know me better than that.

Amunet Trujillo: “I know. As long as you don’t start making a habit of it, you know?”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Christ, I hope not. The sooner these fucking dreams end, the better.”

Amunet Trujillo: “How many have you had?”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Nightmares? At least one or two a night.”

Amunet Trujillo: “Why the fuck are you not taking something to knock your ass out?”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Because drinking myself into non-dreaming didn’t work.”

Amunet Trujillo: “So I’m assuming that smoking it out doesn’t work either?”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: She snorts and chuckles. “Jesus, I wish.”

Amunet Trujillo: She reaches up to pet Sar’s hair. “You want to come stay at the condo? We can slumber party it for a couple nights.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: She thinks about it, frowning. “Maybe. I don’t know. Can Sparky the WonderTheurge deal with random screaming in the night?”

Amunet Trujillo: “What the fuck was that for?”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “What?” She frowns. “I’m saying that I’m waking up screaming, Amy. Jesus.”

Amunet Trujillo: She scowls but lets it go. “It won’t be a big deal.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Hey, the day I stop giving your significant others funny pet names is the day I stop breathing.” A faint smile. She’s trying.

Amunet Trujillo: “Other. Singular now.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Other.” She nods. “Sorry.”

Amunet Trujillo: “Nothing to be sorry for. I don’t expect you to be any more used to it than I am”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Sparky the WonderTheurge isn’t too bad of a name, though. Ya gotta admit.”

Amunet Trujillo: She laughs softly “Yeah. Better than some of the other ones you’ve come up with.” She sits up a little, watching her for a moment. “All the shit that happened…. you know it’s not your fault, right?”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: She frowns. “Maybe. I could have prevented it, though. In part, at the very least.”

Amunet Trujillo: “How?”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Trusted my instincts and said ‘Fuck you’ to the idea of you being involved with Leon. Not let Hunter and John get me so damn turned around that I bought into the idea that Kate would have given a shit whether you guys were involved or not. There’s two off the top of my head.”

Amunet Trujillo: “You know that unless you threw a fit, I would have probably been with Leon anyway. And do your really think for a second she wouldn’t have thrown a shit fit if she’d known? People still would, even though he’s gone.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Yeah, I do. I’ve spoken with them about it. They may not have been lining up to cheer, but it was no one’s business but yours, his and mine as your Elder.”

Amunet Trujillo: She looks struck, teeth catching her bottom lip, voice very small. “Oh.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: She winces. “Shit.”

Amunet Trujillo: “Well. That would have changed things…

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “I’m sorry, Amy. Yeah, I only realized this after the fact. So it is my fault. I should have known better.”

Amunet Trujillo: “How would you know better? He was right, if this was any other Sept. They never would have let us just be together anywhere else”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Because if nothing else, I should have done the research. Checked Kate out, gotten a better read. I owed you that much.”

Amunet Trujillo: “He wasn’t even sure he wanted to be with me until after the Thunderwyrm thing anyway. And I didn’t really mind hiding out those couple of days before everything went to shit.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “There are things I could have done, though. That’s the point.”

Amunet Trujillo: “There are things I could have done though too. I could have asked you to check it out. I could have gotten my head out of my ass and stopped fighting Hunter so bad earlier. I could have just backed the fuck off of him.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: She shrugs. “I’m just saying. You know?”

Amunet Trujillo: “And I’m just saying that if you keep blaming yourself for my dumbshit decisions, you’re in for a long, sad life”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: She chuckles slightly at that. “Oh. Yeah, so by the by. Tell your mancandy that Simon might be looking him up. Something about you directly challenging him or some shit. I told him I’d talk to you…blah blah blah…but that he should deal with Stefan.”

Amunet Trujillo: She looks confused for a second, then rolls her eyes. “Why, because I don’t cower in his presence and pointed out that he’s short sighted as fuck?

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Hell if I know. He didn’t tell me specifics.”

Amunet Trujillo: “What a bitch” She leans her head on Sarita’s shoulder again, reaching for her hand. “We went to Madison.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: She raises an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”

Amunet Trujillo: “Yeah. I wanted to see, you know? Just what it was like.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “So?” She leans against Amy. “What was it like?”

Amunet Trujillo: “It’s nice there. Smaller” She’s quiet for a long moment “I’m glad we didn’t go there.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Yeah.” She nods a little bit. “Me, too.”

Amunet Trujillo: “I almost had you come get me. I was going to talk you into just driving to the west coast and not looking back.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: She frowns. “I might have gone, that night.”

Amunet Trujillo: “I was pretty sure you would have.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Good thing we didn’t, then.”

Amunet Trujillo: “Stefan would have freaked out”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “My pack would have, too.”

Amunet Trujillo: “He’s not going to hurt me. I know that everybody thinks he’s some kind of freak, but I know without question that he loves me and that I’m completely safe with him.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: She nods a little bit, looking down. “I trust you on that.”

Amunet Trujillo: “He’s the only other one that I’ve ever been sure about”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: She smiles, just a little, at that. “Yeah?”

Amunet Trujillo: “Can I tell you something? Just between us?

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Of course, sweetie.”

Amunet Trujillo: She’s quiet for several long seconds, as if she’s hesitant to voice her thoughts. “I don’t think I love him as much as he loves me. And I know I don’t love him as much as I love John. Which is pretty fucking unfair, if you think about it. Especially with as good as he’s been to me with everything.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: Her brow furrows at that…she’s not quite sure what to think about it. “But you do love him, right? I mean, you’re not just using him or anything?”

Amunet Trujillo: “No, I’m not just using him.” She doesn’t even sound offended by the question.

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “I notice you didn’t answer that first part, only the second.”

Amunet Trujillo: “I love him. Just….” She shrugs, sighing. “I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Just what?”

Amunet Trujillo: “Just like I said. Not as much. Or at least different.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Well…to be fair, you’ve been through a lot. Maybe that’s why…you’re still processing.”

Amunet Trujillo: “I just feel bad. He’s really good to me.” She sighs, squeezing her hand before letting it go. “Thanks. It feels better, just getting it out there.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “S’what I’m here for.” She smiles a bit and slips an arm around her. “We’re just all sorts fucked, Ames. But we’re fucked together, and that makes it better.”

Amunet Trujillo: “Can’t think of anybody I’d rather be all sorts of fucked with.” She laughs, settling in with her. “You going to come stay for a few nights so I can keep an eye on you?”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “You seriously ready to deal with my screaming ass?” She frowns. “I dunno, maybe. It’d be good at least for a night or two. Joey’s left town, I’m gonna challenge for Ragabash Elder.”

Amunet Trujillo: “Yeah?” She pulls back, grinning at her. “Fucking seriously?”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: She takes a breath and nods. “Dpm

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Don’t get too excited. If I fuck up, my pack’s totem-less for two weeks.”

Amunet Trujillo: “You aren’t going to fuck up. Jesus. I’ve fucked up enough to cover both of us for a while.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “We’ll see. I’m keeping my fingers crossed. Test were easier when I could blow some guy to get his answers.”

Amunet Trujillo: That makes her laugh, eyes closed and head shaking. “Fuck you. Now all I can picture is you blowing the Grand Elder.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Oh GOD.” She wrinkls her nose. “Gee, thanks for sharing.”

Amunet Trujillo: “Your fault. No way I’m not sharing that shit.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Still. Ew.”

Amunet Trujillo: “I know!”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Only you would think of that, you know that?”

Amunet Trujillo: “Please. If I’d said it, that’s EXACTLY what you would have said.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Lies.” She grins, though.

Amunet Trujillo: “You’re the liar.” She grins back, untangling to get up. “I’m going to call him and warn him. We should stop and get an air mattress or some shit, and we can camp out in the living room

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “He’s not gonna be pissed?”

Amunet Trujillo: “Not when I tell him what’s going on”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: She frowns. “What exactly are you going to tell him?”

Amunet Trujillo: “Um. What do you not want me to tell him?”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: She frowns. “I don’t know.”

Amunet Trujillo: “Do you care if he knows about the nightmares?”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “I…not what they are. Don’t tell him that.”

Amunet Trujillo: “Yeah, no. I won’t. Hang on, okay?” She walks outside, dialing Stefan

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: She frowns and nods, watching her go.

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: Stefan picks up on the second ring. “Hello my dear.”

Amunet Trujillo: “Hey. Soooo…. I kind of invited Sar to camp out in the living room with me for a couple of nights. She’s got some shit going on.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Okay.” A pause. “What is going on?”

Amunet Trujillo: “There was an incident, and now she’s having nightmares.” A couple of seconds pass, and her voice is quiet when she continues. “I just want to be able to take care of her”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Of course.” Soothing. “I have no problem with that.”

Amunet Trujillo: She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly “You’re pretty amazing, you know that?”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “She is your sister. Besides, this should equate to goodwill points for me.” The last said in a teasing tone. “She cannot shoot me if I have enough goodwill points.”

Amunet Trujillo: She laughs softly “That’s true. Alright. I’ll be home before too long, then.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “I look forward to it.”

Amunet Trujillo: A couple seconds pass before she speaks again. “I love you.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “I love you as well.”

Amunet Trujillo: She hangs up, then goes back into the garage. “We’re all set”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: She nods a little bit and gets up. “Yeah…okay.”

Amunet Trujillo: “Come on. It’ll be fun. We can make cocoa, and braid each other’s hair, and do makeovers and shit. Whatever the fuck is supposed to happen with sleepovers.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Will I sound like an alcoholic if I say I want my cocoa on the rocks with Bailey’s?”

Amunet Trujillo: “I hope not, because that’s pretty much how it’s going to be served.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Fucking awesome.”

Amunet Trujillo: “Come on. Let’s run through Target for shit and go set up camp.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Sounds good.” She nods and goes to head out with her.

Dude, Where’s My Van?

[Jocelyn Burkhart] As always, there’s no resistance when Gabriel urges her into anything. Her hand jams into her pocket, and she leans into the Philodox for a moment before offering her neck to Kora again.

[Imogen] he was all sad when his guts fell out – This earns a brief, sharp glance from Imogen, a shadow of reaction over her mouth. It is faint and fleeting. An acknowledgement of the absurdity of their world.

Her attention returns to her surroundings. She does not shift or fidget. The conversation merely flows around her, as if she were merely a facet of the scenery rather than a participant.

[Kora] “Stand up straight.” The Skald’s dark eyes cut to Gabriel as he intercepts Jocelyn’s half-chewed thumb, bats it away from her mouth. The corner of her mouth rises, minutely. The expression does not quite find its way to her eyes, though, which are steady and direct. She stands with her feet more than shoulder width apart, her shoulders pulled back to counterbalance the weight of her stomach. Glances back to Jocelyn a moment later.

“The rules are, Jocelyn, you don’t leave my territory or the Caern without my permission unless you are sent under leadership of another Garou to deal with a threat to the Caern.
“There aren’t cupcake exceptions. There aren’t sick visit exceptions. There isn’t even an exception for that fucking Rotagar stuck my kitty hat two feet beyond the boundaries and I want it back. Not without my sayso.

“If you want to visit Gabriel, or buy another idiotic hat and it takes you a half inch outside of those boundaries, you have to come find me first. You’ve earned yourself two more weeks of home confinement before I’ll even consider lifting the restrictions.” A brief pause, and here she flicks a look back to Gabriel. ” – but since you’re here you have my permission to stay until midnight, or until your host wants you gone.”

[Jocelyn Burkhart] Which she clearly expects to be now. Her posture straightens though, eyes still carefully avoiding Kora’s

“Yes Rhya.”

[Lukas] It’s a vaguely bizarre experience to catch an afternoon nap at the Loft and wake up to the sound of strangers downstairs. Some instinctive, primitive part of Wyrmbreaker is instantly alert, instantly bristling, the very second he becomes aware of them. The part of him that’s human, or at least raised amongst humans, keeps him from racing to meet the intruders with teeth bared and hackles raised. Snapping and snarling. Driving them out, out, out of his territory before pissing on the nearest tree to re-mark the boundaries.

He still comes downstairs to see what’s what, though. The Ahroun appears in degrees: bare feet first, then blue jeans. Comfortable and old, not at all the sharp designer gear he wears under tailored vests and button-down shirts sometimes. His t-shirt is logoless, dark brown. His hair is mussed. There’s a crease on his cheek where his face pressed to a seam on the couch.

He stares at them, the Fang and the Fenrir and the cub and the kin. Unsmiling and unblinking, a thoroughly feral regard.

[Gabriel Ferreira] [FYI: we’re outside on the sidewalk.]

[Lukas] [what the hell, liz told me you were in the loft! *kicks* okay, well, he’ll just go stare at them on the sidewalk.]

[Kora] (You said are they AT the loft. not IN the loft!)

[Lukas] [i’m still too lazy to change my post. *LOL*]

[Gabriel Ferreira] [We STARTED with Gabriel in the Loft and Joce at the door. YOU GUYS KNOW I CAN’T BE FUCKED CHANGING MY TAGS.]

[Lukas] [BACK IC. *punts everyone*]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] The Strider hasn’t been seen around the Loft since Wednesday night when she, Kate and Adara fought off some nasties together. She had made sure that Adara was back to the Brotherhood, headed home with Kate and then that night, after waking up screaming an hour after she went to bed, she headed out on her own. She’s been quiet, over the pack link as well. No one at the Loft has seen hide nor hair of them.

Until now.

She’s walking down the street. No van. Who knows where the Bitchmobile is. She looks very, very tired. But she’s not drunk. She’s chain smoking, one of her other sets of clothes that she keeps inside the van on as opposed to the ones that got torn up fighting the things two nights ago. And her steps slow, brow furrowing when she sees a coalition of Garou around the front of the Loft.

“What in Loki’s asscrack is this?” she says, more to herself than anyone else, and she stops about a quarter of a block down to get a gauge on the situation before she comes closer.

[Kora] A brief flicker of the Fenrir’s dark eyes as Lukas appears in the hallway behind Gabriel and Jocelyn. It’s chilly, the threat of rain hanging in the air, a bank of orange clouds overhead. Kora’s left her coat behind in Imogen’s car, and stubbornly refuses to acknowledge the chill. Or the fact that she is standing here, eight months, eight and a half months pregnant, on the stoop of some Silver Fang’s swank residence, disciplining a Modi who was wearing a kitty had until a Silver Fang philodox swiped it off her head.

“I’ll leave that to you,” says Kora, flickering a glance back to Gabriel. “Her charming company for another few hours, or blessed silence in which to enjoy your cupcakes. And heal.”

[Gabriel Ferreira] Wednesday night is about the time that a Fostern Bone Gnawer and one or the other Cliath–Shadow Lord or Child of Gaia, Kate’s tribesman can’t damn well remember; it could have been any of them–carted Resurrection back to the Loft with his head half-caved in and his memory thoroughly obliterated even after healing. Though he himself hasn’t kept a room here, they had been looking for his brother, the Theurge with the bizarre countenance and affinity for the spirit world, with whom he has been staying the last two days.

‘Staying,’ in that he avoids leaving his brother’s room unless absolutely necessary. Were not for the fact that someone at some point alerted Honor’s Compass to the fact that she had company, they might not have even realized he was here. Resurrection doesn’t make a whole hell of a lot of noise.

While he isn’t facing that direction, the press of Rage, the niggling of breeding, from the Adren Lord behind him tugs at his attention. Gabriel doesn’t turn; he’s looking at the Fostern of his student’s tribe as she addresses him.

There aren’t a lot of people out this time of night, and the handkerchief is blowing bloody breath back in his sinuses. Gabriel reaches up to yank it down away from his nose and mouth, revealing the hamburger mess that is the left side of his face, and rubs the back of his neck.

“It looks like we have a makeup lesson to tend to,” he says, without looking at the Cub.

[Jocelyn Burkhart] “Yes, Rhya.”

Because, really, it’s the absolute safest thing that can come out of her mouth, and she’ll limit it to that and shift to heal her tongue from being bitten nearly through later.

[Kora] “Midnight, Jocelyn.” Kora says, fixing the young modi with another look. Her voice brooks no disagreement. “No later.”

Then, at last, she lifts her chin in acknowledgment of Lukas’ presence behind Gabriel and Jocelyn. “Wyrmbreaker-rhya.” Her voice is low, clear and direct. The name is both greeting and leavetaking, so it seems. “Apologies if we interrupted you sleep. Goodnight.”

And with that, the Skald turns around to take her leave, cutting a look to Imogen as she does. “Thanks for the ride, Doc.” That’s even more quiet than her usual low tone. “Do you know if there’s a Dairy Queen around here?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She flicks her cigarette out into the street, pulling out another one on instinct but hesitating and putting it back. People are dispersing and she approaches, giving nods to Kora, who she knows, and Imogen, who she doesn’t as she makes her way to the door.

Gabriel and Jocelyn get passing nods as well. The Strider doesn’t look very talkative today. She only slightly double-takes at Gabriel’s new look.

[Imogen] Imogen glances briefly toward Lukas, appearing in the hallway beyond, somewhat sleep rumpled. The touch of her eyes serves as a greeting, before she offers a brief ‘Enjoy yer evening’ to both Fang and Cub, glancing at Kora as she turns with the Fenrir.

“I believe you’ve mistaken me fer someone else,” is the response to the question regarding Dairy Queen. In more words than necessary, then, she means: No, I have no idea.

[Jocelyn Burkhart] “Midnight, Rhya. Not a second later. Thank you.”

[Lukas] None of the three Garou gathered near the front of the Loft look at Lukas for more than a split-second. Two of them don’t look at him at all. It’s impossible to ignore his presence there though — dark, towering, rumbling with understated rage.

It always seems overcast and stormy over the Loft these days. Umbraside, falcon gafflings wing overhead, surfing thermals, cutting through the wind. Cockroaches with faintly metallic sheens — possibly to Kate’s great dismay — skitter along the cracks and the crevices. These days, on occasion, owls roost under the roof overhangs.

Kora addresses him eventually. That’s when he steps down from the stoop, crossing the distance out to the small gathering. His footsteps are quiet; leisurely. He returns Kora’s greeting with a nod.

“Aren’t you going to greet your elder?” This is to Gabriel and Jocelyn. His tone is low, uninflected. Hard to tell if it’s meant at all in jest. “What’s going on here?”

Whatever the answer is, he seems only mildly interested. He speaks to Kora instead, “You see the land developments near the Caern?”

[Jocelyn Burkhart] She’s going to keep her goddamned mouth shut as much as possible is what she’s going to do. The tilt of her head changes just a bit, so that her neck is offered to Lukas instead of Kora now. Just in case.

“Good evening Rhya”

[Gabriel Ferreira] Aren’t you going to greet your elder?

When Resurrection turns around to face Cold Victory, no one would blame the Adren for not recognizing him. Those are his shoes, and he’s dressed like he typically does, in well-tailored monochromes, but–yeah I’m done describing the fact that he’s fucked up if it isn’t abundantly clear by now it won’t be with another repetition. He doesn’t look familiar, unless one only focuses on the right side of his face.

“-rhya,” he echoes Jocelyn.

What’s going on here?

Lukas is only mildly interested, and ends up addressing Kora before the Silver Fang can summon the inner fortitude necessary to make his face move to answer. No matter. He turns to Jocelyn, and says, “C’mon, walk me to the Caern. I’ll carry the damn cupcakes.”

He says ‘damn’ with some fondness.

“I’m keeping the hat, though.”

[Jocelyn Burkhart] There are so many things that would usually cause a protest in that. She’s walking a tightrope right now though, so instead she sucks it up.

That’s two kitty hats down, two to go now.

“They’re red velvet.” This as she takes his arm, nodding to Lukas without looking at him, so that she doesn’t irritate anyone else any further.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] After a moment, her nerve gives out for whatever reason and instead of hitting the door, she just continues on down the street.

[Gabriel Ferreira] “Really?”

And they’re off, Gabriel walking more or less of his own volition. Letting the Fenrir teenager hold his arm seems to be more for her benefit than for his, but he doesn’t have as much pride to swallow as her tribe does.

“Have you been talking to Hanna? You’re the best student ever, don’t let anyone ever tell you different.”

[I’m being kicked out of the cafe, I’ll see you assholes when I get to work tomorrow! Thanks for the scene, all!]

[Kora] When Sarita comes around the corner, heading toward the loft, the Skald lifts her chin by way of acknowledgment. The gesture is accompanied by a brief touch of her dark eyes on the Silent Strider’s face. Kora steps out of the way, clearing the path for Sarita to head toward the pair on the stoop.

“I mean – ” to Imogen. “if there was a Dairy Queen close by, you might’ve been there. Probably would’ve been a half-dozen murders there over the years. Ice cream headaches. Fucked up orders. Robberies gone wrong. Blood in the soft serve machine, yeah? Marshmallow creme in the butterfinger Blizzards.”

Here, Kora flickers a look back to the contrite Jocelyn. She is about to say something when Lukas steps around the pair, past them, down the stoop. So the heavily pregnant Skald’s attention swings, lifting upward to match Lukas’ walk toward her. She turns, pivots, hands finding their way back to the front pockets of her low slung jeans. The gray cotton maternity tee pulls over the swell of her stomach, and is long enough to reach her hips. Her elbows are narrow against her body, framing her stomach.

He asks about the land developments. Kora shakes her head, “No. What land developments?”

When she goes to the Caern these days, she walks through the umbra. She cannot fit through the chain link fence. And somehow it seems a helluva lot more suspicious with a pregnant woman ducking into abandoned docks than a teenager in worn cloths and combat boots.

[Lukas] The Shadow Lord’s presence follows her, brushing her mind-to-mind, pacing her a while before offering a quietly curious: Where’re you going?
to cricket, Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Imogen] “They all blend together after a while,” she answers Kora – and had been, perhaps, about to say more when Lukas addresses the Fenrir Jarl. Kora turns to speak, and Imogen’s gaze moves once more around their surroundings.

An unknown Garou starts toward the door of the loft, but then, for whatever reason, changes her mind, turning and heading back down the street. Imogen watches absently, a hand lifting to push hair back from her face.

This time, her attention is not quite so deliberately averted. Though she keeps her awareness to their surroundings, there is no impression of her ignoring the conversation between Shadow Lord and Fenrir.

[Carter Roth] The Loft, to many garou it was a place of safe harbour. A place that was worth your time to come in, have a seat, have a chat with the those who lived there, if of course you were invited. Carter for his part, had recently if perhaps not entirely of his own volition, become a resident there. And as was so often the case in such places, smoking was strictly forbidden within the loft itself. Or at least Carter like to imagine this was the case so he could take a bit to step outside and stroll the neighbourhood, never wandering to far.

It seemed that it was time for a smoke break, as the door to the loft suddenly swung open and Carter stood framed in the doorway, combat boots, combat pants, his old leather jacket and a cigarette hanging from his mouth, the lighter just lit so that he could light up.

The presence of the garou just beyond the confines of the loft gave Carter pause, a momentary lapse in his step. But he recovers quickly, and perhaps to the surprise of those gathered there. He steps out and closes the door behind him, lighting the smoke as it clicked close. He grins crookedly at the gathered individuals and let a puff of smoke clear through his nose before speaking.

“Huh, its a convention.”

[Lukas] “Go have a look for yourself next time you’re there,” Lukas says. He’s — distant for a moment, his pale eyes drifting past the women to his packmate. Then back. “In short, there’s some land development company breaking ground to put in a ‘waste repurposing site’. Last month one of the kin – Starla – stole a USB drive that turned out to contain some pretty sensitive information. Apparently the mob’s behind new toxic waste dumpsites along the river and the shore. Seems like this might be one of those sites.

“I’ve no doubt the Garou of the Sept are going to want to go in there and break some heads, but I’m not entirely sure that’ll help. I’m going to keep a lid on that, at least barring any emergency we have to respond to immediately. It’s best if we let our people pull strings and play this in the mortal arena for now.

“That angry kin of yours. Izzy Montoya. I had an interesting discussion with her the other day. She’s hardly anyone’s sweetheart, but she seemed hardy and willing to help. It might be useful to put some police pressure on the Scarpescis. Keep them distracted while others look into throwing a wrench into their plans. Could you ask her to look into it, and get in touch with Dani&+269;ka or Matthieu to keep the kin on the same page?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She’s closed off. She had been told once, before she had joined the pack, that she had a tendency to keep herself at a distance, about her sister for example. Over the last month since she’s been packed, that tendency has slowly evaporated. In the last thirty-six hours though, between her taking off in the wee hours of the morning on Wednesday/Thursday and her guardedness now, it’s back and strong.

I’m just taking a walk. Thought I’d stop by and chill for a bit, but the place seems crowded and I still need some air, I think.
to cricket, Lukas

[Imogen] Imogen glances up briefly toward Lukas, though she’s not been addressed. Her eyebrow arches slightly at the description of Izzy. “Yeh make her sound a bit like a goat,” she says, offhanded, more observation than anything else.

“S’likely better t’get any interested kinfolk t’gether to talk about their plans and get them on th’same page rather than askin’ our liaisons t’play operator in a game o’ chinese whispers. Ha’ a concentrated plan tha’ the liaisons can then pass on t’the Garou.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She disappears around the corner, throwing a quick glance back at the people assembled just before she does.

[Lukas] There’s a sense of thoughtfulness, quiet. Then:

Everything all right?
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Lukas] There’s a sense of thoughtfulness, quiet. Then:

Everything all right?
to cricket, Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Kora] “You mean the Black Hole Sun people, yeah?” There’s a spark of recognition, then, in the dark-eyed Fenrir woman’s gaze. The light sheens across the surface of her eyes as she cuts a to Imogen, then back to Lukas. “Roman’s been in and out already, monkeywrenching. He took out most of their heavy equipment, made it all look like pretty juvenile vandalism. Still, it’ll delay the work by a few days. Maybe a week or more. Hell,” Kora shrugs, narrowly. ” – maybe longer. Depends on how deep their pockets are.”

The Skald cuts a sideglance at Imogen as the kinswoman speaks, then lifts her chin as she sweeps a look back to Lukas. “I’ll see what Izzy can spark in the Police Department. She’ll need whatever information you have on the Scarpesis. Though she’s in homicide, not organized crime. Won’t have as much control on where things go from the outside, I imagine,” here she looks back to Imogen to confirm or refute her assumptions. Kora’s entire knowledge of the criminal process comes from reruns of Law and Order on Icelandic television.

In Icelandic, natch.

[Kora] In Icelandic***, natch.

*Which she doesn’t actually speak.
**Badly dubbed, no less. Icelandic Iron Chef was her favorite. Translated from Japanese to English and English to some godforsaken –

[Carter Roth] Carter had gone unnoticed so far, but then…he was simply standing at the door, and his words had largely been for himself. He took several steps forward then, feeling the rage pushing against his skin, and for once….it didn’t bother him quite so much.

But that of course doesn’t undo years of problems, and as Carter addressed the gathered individuals it was made clear that that was the case. “Sounds like your planning a full blow puppeteer campaign.” He said in that gruff, rumbling voice of his as he stepped up to the group.

“Sounds like fun.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] A mental shrug. There’s a sense of weariness, some paranoia creeping in to boot. But even that is slight.

Just not sleeping well since the other night. Run-in with a…thing on guard duty. Kate knows, she was there.
to cricket, Lukas

[Lukas] “I’ll put a copy on GW.net’s secured FTP, courtesy of my packmate. We’ll get her a temporary passcode so she can download it. Tell her to watch her back, though. Starla apparently got threatened.”

His kin — by far his most troublesome kin — is coming up the path. The hesitation at seeing Garou is less than one might expect. Lukas notes this; he notes Carter as well, and nods him over.

“Carter, why don’t you listen in. Maybe you can offer some insight.” That’s unusual. For the past couple weeks, Lukas has been keeping Carter away from other Garou and kin whenever possible.

Imogen addresses him directly. If this surprises the Shadow Lord — the Adren, the Ahroun that even other wolves don’t look directly at for long — it’s only in the quickness with which his glacial eyes flick to the kinswoman.

“I work with what I have,” he says. He’s a different breed of Ahroun: there’s a measuredness to his words, a steadiness in his manner. “I’d love if the kin could get themselves organized enough to turn out a single coherent plan, but the last progress I heard of the coalition was at that meeting the other night. As far as I know, there’s no leadership and not much of a coalition to speak of, and I can’t wait for them to get themselves sorted out before putting people on this issue.

“The Grand Elder spoke well of you that night though,” he adds. “There was some expectation that you’d spearhead the coalition after that. To tell you the truth, I’m surprised that you haven’t yet. Did no one tell you?”

[Lukas] [gah! i didn’t see carter’s post. delete the part that addresses him, i’ll rewrite.]

[Lukas] “I’ll put a copy on GW.net’s secured FTP, courtesy of my packmate. We’ll get her a temporary passcode so she can download it. Tell her to watch her back, though. Starla apparently got threatened.”

Imogen addresses him directly. If this surprises the Shadow Lord — the Adren, the Ahroun that even other wolves don’t look directly at for long — it’s only in the quickness with which his glacial eyes flick to the kinswoman.

“I work with what I have,” he says. He’s a different breed of Ahroun: there’s a measuredness to his words, a steadiness in his manner. “I’d love if the kin could get themselves organized enough to turn out a single coherent plan, but the last progress I heard of the coalition was at that meeting the other night. As far as I know, there’s no leadership and not much of a coalition to speak of, and I can’t wait for them to get themselves sorted out before putting people on this issue.

“The Grand Elder spoke well of you that night though,” he adds. “There was some expectation that you’d spearhead the coalition after that. To tell you the truth, I’m surprised that you haven’t yet. Did no one tell you?”

His kin — by far his most troublesome kin — is coming up the path. The hesitation at seeing Garou is less than one might expect. Lukas notes this; he notes Carter as well. He’s lived at the Loft a while now. Seen enough of the pack, and of Lukas, to know that sometimes the Shadow Lord is amicable. Friendly, playful with his pack, almost gentle.

Not when he wakes up to strangers congregating on the lawn, apparently. Not when he wakes to heavy machinery banging on the proverbial walls of the Caern. There isn’t much patience in him tonight as he regards Roth.

“Carter, if you’d like to contribute to solving the problem we’ve got on hand, I’d gladly welcome whatever input you have. But if you’re just going to snark, go bother Lucille.”

[Lukas] Another few seconds of thought. Then, Well. If you need us to stay close, we will. If you want to hang out with us, we’re here. But if you need space, I get that too. I won’t push, all right?

Just … we are here for you. I know you’re still not really used to that, and maybe can’t even trust it 100% yet, but we are.
to cricket, Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Imogen] Kora glances in her direction and the doctor nods. “She won’t be able t’investigate them fully, but there are undoubtedly several ways we can mire ’em in paperwork. Slow them down, inspect their property, invalidate their permits.”

When Lukas speaks of his surprise, Imogen’s mouth twists into a narrow smirk. “That is likely not the first nor the last time I will ha’ disappointed a Full-blood’s expectations.”

The irony of that – speaking of disappointment that Garou may have in her, in the same moments he speaks of the Grand Elder of the Sept speaking well of her.

“But my comment wasn’t idle advice. Half-bloods ha’ gotten together t’come up wi’ a coherent plan before, wi’out the word ‘coalition’ applied. I imagine we can do it again. I’ll need as much detail as possible, and some assistance in gettin’ the word out, but it’s better than everyone runnin’ off individually.”

[Imogen] The kinswoman glances briefly at Carter when he speaks, when Lukas addresses him, but she does not speak to him yet.

[Kora] Kora shifts, pulls her shoulders back, stretching her back to relieve some of the burden the weight of late pregnancy puts on her spine. Her hands slip from her front pockets, long fingers splay over her hips as she stretches. This is her only concession to the discomfort. After, she crosses her arms beneath her breasts, over the swell of her stomach, watching and listening to Lukas, a subtle frown tugging the corners of her mouth downward.

A flicker of a look toward Imogen when she speaks, is followed by a supple twist of her mouth. “I’m not sure you need all the kinfolk involved, either. Just those who have something to contribute. There’s that proverb about cooks and soup, and chains and weak links.”

[Carter Roth] Carter laughs at Wyrmbreakers words, and to some, it might sound sour and unkind, but then that just might be Carters way. He looks at Wyrmbreaker directly, something he has never been afraid to do, looking the man in the eyes before he speaks once more.

“What snark? I was being honest…it sounds like fun.” He lets a crooked, some might say rakish grin cross his features as he regarded the others. “And a Puppet Campaign has never been a laughing matter. They’re deadly, effective, and only dangerous to those who are doing the immediate string pulling.” Of course…this meant the kin, but amazingly Carter says nothing in regards to that.

“It targets resources, infrastructure, and specialized personnel offensively, while using politics and figureheads to erode the support of the enemy.” He looks up at Lukas like he should know these things.

“I prefer to slash and burn…but thats just me, and I don’t think explosives are readily available in Chicago.” He looks directly at Kora then and shrugs. “Every person has something to contribute, even if its just a body. That being said, it all depends on what exactly you want to do.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] There is a moment of wavering indecision.

I’ll be fine. And I know…thanks. I just gotta sort some shit out.

A pause. …and find my van. I don’t remember where I parked it.
to cricket, Lukas

[Lukas] “Not everyone needs to contribute in the doing,” Lukas replies, “but I want everyone in the know. Otherwise you get redundant or counterproductive efforts.

“Keep the Liaisons in the loop, whatever it is you end up doing.” This is to Imogen. “They’ll do the rest and spread the word amongst everyone else, and I’ll check in with them occasionally. As for the information, Dani&+269;ka has the files if you don’t want to download them off FTP. Simon was spearheading the investigation last month, too, but it may have stalled a bit since.”

It takes some amount of trust for Lukas to even consider letting Carter — he who was not so long ago banned altogether from Kora’s territory, amongst other things — join the little discussion. He watches Carter cautiously when the kinsman starts to speak. When it doesn’t turn out to be another rant against the tyrants, Lukas’s shoulders relax a notch. He seems faintly surprised.

“I think most the Garou would agree with slash and burn, but the problem with that is then they come back in greater numbers. And with guns. Or worse, lawsuits. We’ll fight this one on human turf as much as we can. Which reminds me, Sorrow — Roman’s little sabotaging mission might have been a success, but it’s a temporary measure at best, and will likely just make them increase their security. Tell him to hold off on that until we really need him to cut some wires.”

[Lukas] A moment of something like worry, and then Lukas puts it aside. Sarita’s a grown-ass wolf.

Try the junkyard, he suggests helpfully.
to cricket, Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] A faint mental smile, maybe a hint of amusement. Slightly forced…but only slightly. That’s something, at least.

Don’t worry, boss-man. I was parked. Only way it’s junked is if I parked in a no parking zone, which I don’t think I did.
to cricket, Lukas

[Kora] “If they aren’t involved in the doing, –rhya,” the Skald returns, a subtle twist to her mouth. “They won’t be creating redundant or counterproductive efforts. Respectfully, this sort of thing should be restricted to those who will or can contribute. Keeping everyone in the loop just erodes the loop. You want a comprehensive plan and a group willing and able to implement it, not a flash mob of half-informed, questionably skilled people with a step by step knowledge of our plan to deal with the enemy.

“One foolish slip of the tongue, one wrong turn, one well-meaning but poorly trained ally,” a supple, half-made shrug. “One kidnapping, and all bets are off. They have not just everyone, but everything, and therefore the means to counter it. You need an open call to those who have the time, energy, and skills to contribute. If they need bodies, they can reach out and pull others in.”

To the last, Kora offers a narrow shrug. “I’ll talk to Roman.”

[Lukas] [sorry bout the silence – waiting on imogen!]

[Imogen] She is quiet briefly, her gaze moving aside, touching the street. She is a delicate woman, slight in height, but strong, supple, the power of her body clear in the flat plane of her stomach, the set of her shoulders, the arch of her back. She does not, nor will she ever, look quite like a warrior, though some of her grace is born from the same root of strength. She is economical. No extra moment of energy is wasted. No movement is unnecessary.

When she looks away, it is a moment to think. Kora speaks, and Imogen hears her, though she does not look.

“I suspect,” she says, “tha’ the group o’ us could talk technique until the sun came up, and th’only benefit we will get from it is th’lack o’ sleep.”

A turn toward Lukas, “I would appreciate th’same password and details yeh intend fer Detective Montoya t’make their way to me as well. I will get th’word out tha’ I am lookin’ fer kinfolk o’ a specific skillset or tha’ are already workin’ in this manner. If yeh ha’ passed directions on t’others, I’d appreciate their names so I can make sure they are included.

“I will make sure the liaisons are invited, as i am familiar wi’ their intended role in the Sept. My view in this case would be tha’ they would pass on th’details o’ the plans to you, and those o’ the Sept who must know, and tha’ if they discover a kinfolk or Garou makin’ efforts toward the same goal – namely the slowing or the haltin’ o’ the work near the caern – they will direct them t’me, so I can keep track o’ who is doin’ what, why and how.

“The goal will be t’coordinate and share ideas and provide a forum fer communication. Make sure everyone knows what everyone else is doin’ so they can work together or keep things separately as necessary. I expect t’be able to do tha’ with a minimum o’ lecturing and interference.”

A pause.

“Is that agreeable?”

[Carter Roth] “Wrong type of Slash and Burn.” Carter says as he folds his arms infront of himself. “Burn refers to the acquisition or termination of enemy resources. Slash refers to the speed at which you do so. Which is fast. Puppet Campaigns take years to set up and execute.” He explains it casually like its something common for others to know.

“The methodology differ’s massively, explosives are fun, but bribery, blackmail and hostage taking aren’t bad ideas either.” He pauses and looks about one more time as he inhales on the cigarette. “My professional opinion? Target the these peoples families, it doesn’t have to get messy…but a few key hostages can pave the way for all kinds of fast, clean solutions. You just have to do it right.” He offers in counter point to Kora’s words as he tossed the cigarette asside.

“Eitherway…your going to do what your going to do….I’ll just be headed back to my cell, I mean my room.” He says with another grin as he turned to walk away headed back to the Loft.

[Lukas] […er.]

[Simon Zahradnik] Simon arrives at the Loft quietly enough. He stands just outside the door, and he knocks three times before waiting to be let in. Things were heating up a little at the moment and Simon’s eyes flared with anger to reveal what the Full Moon was thinking. He had come out here intent on speaking to Lukas in person and so there he was standing just outside waiting… Being patient. However the patience of the Full Moon was wearing thin. The sheep have come knocking at the wolves door… And still they must continue to wear their pretty woolen coats. Somewhere the line must be drawn and this was where the discussion needed to go. He was here to speak to the war leader of the sept because so far as he sees it the Mob has declared war on their sept. These are not your typical men… They play in the Shadows.

In the tribal homeland they were known by names names and in many regions. The Russian mob had crossed them, the KGB had crossed them, all manner of local criminals and rogue military forces had crossed them. These were people who knew… Perhaps not what they were dealing with… But they knew that there were certain people you simply did not cross. The kinds of people who made people disappear. The kinds of people who made the most battle hardened soldier tremble in fear screaming when forced to confront the memory of what it was forced to witness. In their homeland they were known by many names to many people but among themselves they were known simply as Shadow Lords.

The mob has not known them. Perhaps they have not crossed them? Perhaps they simply do not know… Whatever the case a lesson must be taught. There are those people in this world who no one crosses and Bone-Grinder stood ready to remind them, or at least teach them in the first place.

[Lukas] [BTW, we’re out on the porch!]

Before Carter takes off — “Hold on a second, Carter.”

He listens to Kora and Imogen, then. Something about what Kora says sends a frisson of rage through Lukas. He controls it. He always does. Almost. Imogen is attended to as well. Heard, even after Kora — her warder — has spoken. Afterward, there’s a beat of thought.

“You and yours aren’t the only ones who’ll want to do something to defend their homes, Kora,” he says, then. “Imogen – if you manage to get some kin together to work on this, then I’ll make sure the liaisons and whoever else is interested show up at your planning session. I’m more than willing to do that.

“But the bottom line is others will jump to help, Kora. And they won’t all fall neatly in line. Imogen didn’t make it to the sept kin meeting the other night. Who’s to say Simon might not make it out to whatever meeting Imogen plans? That’s not even taking into account differences in personality and approach. If no one knows what everyone else is doing, we’ll have a dozen different approaches and nothing will get accomplished.

“I understand your concerns about security. Unfortunately, they don’t outweigh this Sept’s need for unity against a threat. I’ll take your thoughts into account when deciding how to distribute information, but at the end of the day, I want your kin keeping the Liaisons informed. I’d ask nothing else of anyone else working on the problem.”

— and there’s Simon. Lukas nods him over as well.

“You see the mess outside the Caern?”

[Carter Roth] Carter holds up, and looks back over his shoulder at Lukas with a momentary sense of annoyance as he waits.

[Simon Zahradnik] He takes in a breath and nods his head.”I had hoped we’d be able to stop this before it became a problem, but they’re going to push ahead. So far we’ve found no evidence this is anything more than coincidence… Whatever the case they’re going after the Brotherhood now and soon enough it’ll be the Caern. I can’t allow that to happen.”He says back to Lukas.

“These people aren’t your usual sort. If they can’t get their way one way or another they’ll use something else. Whether that means hiring thugs to beat up our kin… Burning down our territory… Or anything else. They will neither bend or break and will not hesitate to break the law to get their way. Even if they’re using the law at the moment.”He says softly.

“I don’t give a flying fuck what they wanna do… But people need to know not to fuck with the docks in this city. Someone needs to teach them a lesson.”

[Lukas] Moments ago, there was a mental laugh — somewhat distracted.

Then, a burst of uncharacteristic irritation: If the fucking Fenrir don’t want to be a part of this Sept, why don’t they just make their own damn viking longhouse Sept?
to cricket, Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Kora] “You misunderstood me. I never said that anyone should be excluded. I said that the planning sessions should be self-selecting. Those people who want to do something and have the skills and contacts to be involved should come. But the rest of the Sept, the kin who look out the window at the site and have no idea how to help shouldn’t attend. Clearly, the liaisons should attend the planning meetings as well. I’m sure I have no intention of excluding them, and I’m not sure where you got that idea.”

[Kora] (also with mei, I need to sleep a half-hour ago!)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] There’s a pause, and the randomness of that rant is enough to bring the Strider out of her shiny new shell for a moment.

Wait, what? I’ve heard of Fenrir separatists before, but that’s a new twist on it…

It’s said as a joke, clearly. The No-Moon’s instincts are kicking in, and she has a need to lift her Alpha’s mood. What are the GrrSnarlSmashers griping about now?
to cricket

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] There’s a pause, and the randomness of that rant is enough to bring the Strider out of her shiny new shell for a moment.

Wait, what? I’ve heard of Fenrir separatists before, but that’s a new twist on it…

It’s said as a joke, clearly. The No-Moon’s instincts are kicking in, and she has a need to lift her Alpha’s mood. What are the GrrSnarlSmashers griping about now?
to cricket, Lukas

[Lukas] “If I misunderstood you, Kora, then that’s my mistake.” A pause; then, “Your tribe’s never been the open sort. I can empathize; the same could be said for mine. And to be sure, there’s a hell lot of resentment and distrust between our people. If I wrongly mistook something you said as some sign of insularity or possessiveness, then accept my apology.

“The bottom line is this. I want anyone who wants to help, who can help, to get in on the action. They’re talking about possibly putting a toxic waste dump next to the Caern. The Caern. I want everyone we have working on this.

“Which includes you, Carter. You’ve been on house arrest for … what, two weeks now? Semi-miraculously, you haven’t blown the place up yet, and you sound like you have ideas, whether or not you have the means. If you want to pitch in, then I’ll clear you to go to this meeting Imogen’s planning.”

[Carter Roth] Carter smirks at the words Lukas offers him and he nods in agreement. “I’ll see if it fits into my oh so busy schedule…but I might be able to make it.

He looks to Imogen and gives her a nod before turns to walk back to the loft, done with socializing for the evening it seems.

[Sorry guys, outta juice I’m out! thanks for letting me play.]

[Lukas] Ugh, just —

— growling. Then, calmer:

I just told Kora about the issue with the Caern and the dumpsite they’re trying to put next to it. Wanted her to bring her kin on board, especially the grumpy cop. First thing she does is think of ways to shut people out, keep information locked down, when we should be worrying about how to make sure everyone knows and gets to work. She’s backing off now and saying that’s not what she meant, but forgive me if it’s hard not to consider her a bit of a recluse given how rarely I even see her.
to cricket, Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Lukas] [night man! thanks for coming in!]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] You know…if someone told me three months ago that a Shadow Lord would be arguing inclusiveness, I’d have laughed my ass off. Stop fucking with my perception of the world, dude. That’s MY job. Do you see me going around, leading the charge into battle and being all grumpy and shit? She pauses, before adding, …wait, don’t answer that.

The old Sarita is back, at least for the moment. Some people are gonna be bitches, boss. Ain’t nothing you can do against that. Best way to change her mind is to get her to get her people in, even if she’s all bitchy about it, and show her that it works. You can argue ideals. You can never argue results.
to cricket, Lukas, mantis

[Simon Zahradnik] Simon’s attention turns on Carter as the man walks away.”There are plenty of kin who actually have a use to people. A kin without loyalty and a respect for authority is as dangerous to us as any enemy. I can’t recommend putting Carter on much of anything Rhya. It is, of course, your choice but I have no faith in a man who is incapable of accepting and respecting authority. Especially in the middle of a war.”

[Kora] (gah, Sorry. I was kinda waiting for mei, I think, and she was waiting for me.)

[Imogen] (sorry you guys, I’m like. Dead over here. This was completely my bad.)

[Simon Zahradnik] [This makes me a very sad panda 😦 ]

[Kora] Kora’s dark eyes flicker once toward Simon as he opines on the enemy’s mob connections. The look is spare, passing, reserved. When she looks back to Lukas, her expression is mostly unchanged: still. The faintly curving mouth, the clear dark eyes, the sharp lines of the bones of her face underneath her pale, northern skin.

“I think we were saying nearly the same thing. In different ways. If you’ll excuse me, now – ” here she stretches, stiffly. It’s cold outside, and her coat is still in Imogen’s car. Kora holds her shoulders firm against the chill so as not to shiver, but the tension in her frame leaves her muscles pulled tight, and aching after standing so long outside. “Good night.”

There’s no grace left in her when she turns; it’s hard to see the wolf in the way she walks. Everything thing about her body is thrown off by the weight of her late pregnancy. Still, she glows with it; her hair is longer, gleaming, her skin pale and clear. She has gained weight, a new fullness even to her cheeks and jaw. Halfway back to the car, she stretches again, plants her hands in the small of her back and arches her spine, not luxuriously, but thoroughly so that she draws in a sharp breath near the end.

“If there was a dairy queen,” she says, as they walk back to Imogen’s car. A bit mournfully. ” – I bet they’re closed by now.”

[Lukas] You’re right. And believe me, I know it. One of the first things I learned was to keep my eye on the ball. Ignore the minor B.S. for the bigger problems. And believe me, I’m not snarling in her face, as much as I want to. Just — letting off steam in here so I can deal with her fairly ‘out there’, even if she’s not quite giving me the same benefit of doubt.

Not yet, hopefully.
to cricket, Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Lukas] [thanks for the RP, sleeping ones!]

[Imogen] The kinswoman is still now – after Lukas’s comment, she had no reply. There is none necessary. She is quiet as Kora and Lukas speak, Simon as well, her attention briefly resting on Carter’s departing back.

Kora turns to go, and Imogen does as well, offering a brief, “Goodnight,” to no one in particular. She does not stop as Kora does, apparently not all that solicitous of her late pregnancy and in fact, quite the opposite. She glances up from finding her keys in her handbag, an eyebrow arching slightly.

“I imagine so,” she says, as if it were not strange that a Fenrir Skald was lamenting the lost chance at a blizzard.

The Aston Martin doors open, and both women step inside, entirely different in the way they move and get into the low-sitting vehicle. The engine roars to life, and a moment later, pulls away from the curb headed – elsewhere.

[Imogen] (thanks for the RP!)

[Simon Zahradnik] He watches Kora turn to leave. He didn’t know the full extent of their discussion so he didn’t bother to interject into whatever it was they had been addressing. Simon had come here for a reason and that is what he would see through. THough he does take the time to watch both women depart before returning his attention to Lukas.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She turns around the corner she came from not so long ago, making her way back toward the loft. She’s got a cigarette between her lips, and she looks a bit less twitchy than she did before. She glances at Kora and Imogen’s car as they leave, then over to Lukas and Simon.

“Man, I love my van, but that is a NICE car.”

[Lukas] The Fenrir contingent departs. Lukas turns to Simon then.

“I agree,” he says. “But I’d like to think Carter’s coming around, and this is his trial by fire. Whether or not he admits it, he came here of his own accord that night. He could have made me drag him kicking and screaming. He didn’t. He allowed himself to be put in solitude to reflect. I think his hostility comes from a sort of fear so intense it mutates into hate. These days, he fears us less. He’s still bitchy, but bitching isn’t quite the same thing as rebellion and disrespect. Maybe I can even get him to respect us a little more.

“To do that, though, I have to show him some amount of trust. And this is a good opportunity. He came up with his own plan. He’ll be there under Dani&+269;ka’s eye, and under Matthieu’s. And Imogen’s, for that matter. Whatever else that woman is, I doubt she tolerates bullshit.

“If he can prove himself a contributing member of the Nation, then that’s better for all of us than a liability we need to keep locked up. And if he can’t, and he proves that all this time alone hasn’t changed the intrinsic way he thinks and behaves, then — maybe it’s time to give up on him.”

A pause.

“Anyway. I heard what you said about the Caern issue earlier. And I know you want to break some heads. But now’s not the time. If you kill one man, someone else will take his place next week. And the human authorities will protect them against the murderers and criminals we’ll become. But if we get their whole operation rooted out, exposed before human courts and shut down by human law, it’ll not just solve this problem — it’ll take away one of the Wyrm’s tools in this region. Permanently.”

[Lukas] A low laugh, then. Lukas is still barefoot, looking like maybe he got up from a nap not too long ago. “The Aston Martin? Yeah. I wouldn’t have expected Imogen Slaughter to drive a James Bond car, but there you have it.

“You find your van?” He starts heading for the warmth of the Loft, nodding his pack- and tribemate after him.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Naah, didn’t make it far enough. I have NO fucking idea where I parked the damn thing.”

She looks after the car as she follows Lukas. “That’s Imogen, eh? Hmm. Thought she’d be taller somehow.”

[Simon Zahradnik] He turns his attention on Sarita.”I ran into your sister the other night. I just wanna extend a little warning. I understand that she’s your tribe and your flesh and blood and all… But she challenged me directly. I’m not telling you how to deal with your own kin, and family or anything. However I would advise making sure it never happens again. I don’t wanna have to be the one to do that for you. I’m not trying to make a threat or anything… I am just saying that it’s best someone who she knows and cares for deals with it. Rather than someone she doesn’t.”He says back to Sarita calmly.

Too many concessions are being made for these kin. Too many garou bending backwards to appease kinfolk and somehow make this war more comfortable for them. Someone had to be the voice of reason. Someone had to stand ready to keep the kin in line. If he had to be the bad guy that is what he would be. Dissent must be addressed at it’s source, after all, and it seemed easier if Simon left Sarita to handle her own kin.

He then turns his attention back to Lukas. Green eyes focused and a nod of his head given.”We stand ready to give our lives for our kinfolk… Most of us would not hesitate to do so. I honestly do not feel a Kin should have to be given the chance to prove whether they have the same loyalty to as as we do to them.”He says with a shrug of his shoulders.”You are kind to give him a chance rhya and I strongly hope that he proves my doubts about him wrong.”He adds.

“You are correct Rhya someone will take his place… Someone who will understand what happens when you play on our turf.”He says.”If we have the local authorities deal with this matter it will address the Scarpesci family… But the power vaccum will be filled in a matter of days. If not from one of the local mob families then from the Russian Mob or one of the other groups. However if a few of the leaders of the most prominent crime family in the city wash up in the lake Rhya. The other families… And the other groups will understand the message. That we do not care how rich or powerful you are. There are some who simply should not be crossed by anyone. If you’re worried about the local authorities I wouldn’t be… They’re as crooked as the criminals who are paying their paychecks. The Scarpescis wash up in the lake someone else will just buy up their “contracts”.”He says back to Lukas.

“A message is something that will ripple from the top all the way to the bottom. No one is gonna cry for a couple crooks who built their lives off exploiting others. If anything those cops who aren’t crooked will thank us for handling the assholes who they couldn’t touch for lack of evidence. We do this the legal way… Someone under them will just step forward and plead guilty to everything.”He says softly.”I am not attempting to challenge your decision Rhya but I would like you to know where I stand on the matter before a final decision is made. I’ve spent my entire life dealing with shit heads like this. Jail is a joke to them… But they all understand strength Rhya. All animals understand force.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She gives a sigh, rolls her eyes a bit. “Simon. Buddy. Bubbie. I’m sure she did so. She’s workin’ on being better about that kind of thing. Even if she did act up, she handled herself pretty well at the meeting, I thought, with everyone piling shit on her. One of two times she snapped out of line, it was to argue the point that everyone thinks she wouldn’t, that kin are not equals to us in the Nation and thus cutting in line was fine.”

“That being said,” she adds, brow raising. “I ain’t makin’ excuses for her. An’ I can talk to her. But you need to deal with her mate, Stefan. She’s your tribe now, Simon, and she’s under his protection.”

[Lukas] “Seven feet tall,” Lukas quips, “lightning bolts out of her eyes and fireballs out of her arse? I’m afraid you’ve been disappointed. We’ll go cruising for your van later, though.”

He listens to Simon then. And he does listen. The argument’s compelling, for what it’s worth, and it appeals to the violent, animal core in Lukas. Still, in the end, he shakes his head.

“Believe me, Simon, if and when we need to send a message, it’ll be you I think of first. But we don’t know how far up this goes, or who really pulls the strings, or how many crooked cops and politicians they carry in their pockets. You’re right. It’s possible they’ll respond to a show of strength by backing down. But it’s also possible they’ll respond by turning more against us than we can handle. By driving us into the lake with warrants, eviction orders, legal action and police raids without bothering to show their faces. You might be able to crush one human, but more will come. You can’t kill every cop they send against you. Sooner or later you turn into a public enemy and the whole city will turn on you — even the innocents.

“We can’t face an entire city’s resources pooled against us; we just don’t have that sort of influence. So in the end it’s not about putting one guy in the grave, or in jail. It’s not about putting one family out of business. As far as power in this city goes, there’s the Wyrm. There’s us. But the vast majority of the power lies in the hands of the sheep, and the Wyrm already has some strings in hand. Now we either get in the game with them, or we get overrun eventually. This is about turning human power against itself so it doesn’t turn against us en masse.”

[Simon Zahradnik] He nods his head slowly.”Then I will defer to your judgement Rhya.”He does not like it. He was a warrior and these people had declared war on the sept. Still he was not about to go out of his way to challenge his elder directly even if he felt strongly on the matter. To be honest the Full Moon often felt himself surrounded by a softness… It wasn’t a bad thing, in fact it was a good thing, but it was something that could be seized upon. Emotional tethers, altruism, tending to the kin’s hurt feelings. These were all technically good things but someone had to stand ready to be the ruthless heartless motherfucker who would burn the enemies houses to the ground. Someone had to be ready to hunt down their enemies and kill them… But not before killing their wives and family, and children, and dogs… Someone had to be the hard ass son of a bitch who would show these motherfuckers the kind of hell that war truly was.

So he accepted his Elder’s decision because he was his elder and he was not about to challenge the decision but he remained the firm and heartless motherfucker who would not hesitate to hunt the mob in this city to extinction.”Say the word and I will hunt them down one by one… I will find them wherever they hide and I will teach them what happens when you make war with the Garou. In the meantime I will continue with the investigation and I will push harder to see to it we redouble our efforts in the matter. Garou, and Kin… We will find what we need to put these people away for a long time.”He says back to Lukas. It was apparent he was still iffy on the idea that this would work. Then again considering where he was born and raised… Sometimes the Garou of Detroit had to be just as harsh as the Agents of the Wyrm. War is a bloody violent son of a bitch and if you’re lucky you die a quick and painless death… War was in his blood and in his eyes. This full moon would spend each and every second granted to it to make certain the enemies of the Garou learn the meaning of that term.

The Wyrm was not the only enemy of the Garou but that didn’t make them any less dangerous. Sometimes the most dangerous were the “Innocent” because you find yourself holding back and restraining yourself. Until it’s too late… But then… It’s too late… Duh!

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Apparently the matter is settled between Simon and Sarita, since he dropped it without comment. She shrugs, listening as they get inside, and she makes her way to get a drink. She does enjoy listening to the two talk. It’s always fun philosophical time.

[Lukas] A nod returns that statement of deference and support.

“You just missed Imogen, actually. I think she might try to rally the kin. Pool resources, come up with a plan of action. She’ll need whatever information you’ve already come up with, so I told her to come to you. Word has it she’s not the easiest person to deal with, but she’s not honorless or witless. Nor is she a god. Treat her frankly and fairly and demand the same from her, and the two of you should get along fine.”

[Simon Zahradnik] He nods.”Of course Rhya I will speak to her first thing in the morning.”He says with a nod of his head.”Do you have a number I can contact her at?”

[Lukas] “Somewhere,” Lukas says, a faint and crooked smile at last breaking the surface. “It’s probably on my phone or something. I’ll text it to you later.

“Now,” he fetches his keys from the kitchen counter, then backtracks to find a jacket, “Sarita and I are gonna go hunt for her van. You’re welcome to stick around at the Loft or ride along if you want.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Fun times.” She grins widely from the kitchen. As it turns out, she decided against the drink. “It’s like playing ‘Where’s Waldo’ except that Waldo is a big Volkswagon with a fancy mural on the side.”

[Simon Zahradnik] He shakes his head.”No you two go ahead I gotta head back home.”He saysd offering a wave to the both of them before turning to head off into the night.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Well hell. Have a good one, then.”

She looks at Lukas. “We gotta find someone else so we can be like the Wolfpack in The Hangover. I’ll be Phil and you can be Stu. Whoever we pick up can be the guy who gets punched out by Mike Tyson.”

[mantis] [that’s obviously Kate]

[Lukas] “See you, Simon,” Lukas says, shrugging into his jacket.

“Sadly,” he replies, “I haven’t seen that movie. So that pop culture reference is going to have to fly over my head.” He holds the door open behind himself — out they go ahead. Lukas’s Beemer, a six-year-old M3, is chilling on the driveway. “So where’d you last remember seeing your van?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] You can practically see her mentally adding something to her bucket list. ‘Make Lukas watch a lot of movies.’ She sighs as she slips out behind Lukas, shutting the door and making her way toward the Beamer. “Last thing I remember about the van was being inside the back. I was really damn tired and just needed a place to sleep where I wasn’t…waking people up.” She frowns and shrugs. “I semi-woke up at a hotel near the University of Chicago, so that’ll be a good place to start.”

She gets into the car. “I think I might have called Amy. I don’t really remember, it was all that sort of half-place where you’re not asleep but still semi-dreaming.”

[Lukas] They get in the Beemer, and Lukas is a little more somber when he looks at Sarita. His seatbelt slides over his shoulder, clicks into place. “Waking people up?” he repeats, slowly. “Semi-woke up? Semi-dreaming? Sarita, what the hell is going on?”

The engine turns over. The car’s not new, wasn’t new when he bought it, but it runs smoothly. Lukas wouldn’t buy a lemon; he’s far too careful for that.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She’s quiet for several moments, before she looks out the window. She slumps a bit, the grinning, cinema-referencing Ragabash slipping easily away. That wasn’t going to hold up forever anyway. She looks tired again. Physically and psychically.

“I just…we fought some thing the other night. Kate, Adara and I.” She’s quiet, staring at the pavement outside the car. “In the middle of it…something happened. I saw some sort of…vision, maybe. I dunno. Things that might’ve been if not for fate. Don’t ask what, ’cause I’m not telling.” There’s a finality to that. “I just haven’t been able to sleep since longer than the amount of time it takes me to hit REM before I wake up screaming.”

[Lukas] Things that might have been if not for fate.

“Wha–” Lukas begins, but Sarita’s final. Not telling. Nope. He glances at her a moment, then shrugs. “Fair enough.”

Couldn’t sleep after that, she goes on. He puts his hand on the back of her seat to back out of the driveway, turning the wheel, dropping into gear. As they cruise toward the university — Lukas is familiar with the area because Danicka goes to school here — he’s quiet, thinking.

“Kate mentioned that battle. She mentioned some sort of psychic attack, but it didn’t seem to hit her nearly so hard. Maybe you ought to get Cleansed, just to make sure there isn’t some lingering taint in you causing these visions. Other than that… I don’t know. You say you saw things that might of been if not for fate. Maybe part of exorcising your demons is going to have to be trying to make sure those things never happen because of what you do, not because of blind luck.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She listens, frowning. To her credit, she looks apologetic when Lukas reacts to her refusal to tell him. Some things you just can’t talk about. If only because voicing them aloud might push you right over that edge you’re tap dancing along.

She actually chuckles a little when Lukas says she needs to make sure the things never happen. “Yeah, I’m on that. Been on it for a while now. I just gotta do it better. Or let it go, one of the two.” She sighs and nods. “Getting Cleansed might be good. Carter’s twitchy enough, he doesn’t need his sleep getting interrupted every half-hour or so by the crazy bitch in the next room.”

[Lukas] There’s a sort of fondness in the way he glances at his newest packmate. “I know you have. You’re not the sort to let crap fester and just cry about it without doing anything. I just meant — maybe that’s a way to put this to rest. I know if I’m hung up on something, usually I just need to do everything in my power to make sure things go the way I hope. Then even if it doesn’t, I know I’ve done my best, and I’m at peace with myself.

“Maybe it’ll be something similar with you. Maybe things won’t right themselves immediately, but eventually.

“As for Carter — I think he’s actually getting a little better. He hasn’t burned Kate’s house down yet. He even showed some interest in protecting the Caern today. I’m letting him go to Imogen’s meeting. If he doesn’t completely implode there, maybe he’s not a completely lost cause after all.”

[Lukas] [bbiab, shower!]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Well, that’s good. Massive smoke inhalation isn’t good for my complexion.” She smirks a little, then sighs.

“If you can fix that one, I’ll be impressed, I’ll tell you.” She shakes her head. “He’s definitely improved. But in all honesty, I’ve found that it takes just a little twitch, something minor, to send them way over the edge. They try to do something good–maybe the wrong way, but they’ve got the right idea. And everybody freaks out over it because it’s not the way it quote-unquote ‘should’ be done. And then when their attempt to reach out and try what we’re guiding them to is rejected, they have a poor reaction, which gives the some of the Trueborn who have been predicting all along that they would fail every little bit of ammo they need to show that indeed, it’s all fucked up and there’s no point in trying. Which just sends the kin further over the edge.”

She looks at Lukas. “What I’m saying is, Carter’s headed in a good direction. But the first step isn’t the hardest by a long shot, no matter what the old adages say. It’s the first step that they lose their footing on. That’s the hardest.”

[Lukas] “True,” Lukas says. “It’s not an easy path he’s on. And I even understand the argument that it’s not all his fault that he’s on the path at all. He turned out this way because he was brutalized. But the problem is that that’s like arguing we should let serial killers walk because they were abused as kids. Plenty of kids get abused without turning into murderers. Plenty of kin get brutalized without turning into rabid racists. It can’t all be nurture; some of that is nature. And I suppose from my perspective, that sort of nature is weak.

“I guess all of that is just me saying: I know every step of his life is going to be an uphill battle. But then so are our lives. And if he’s strong enough he’ll save his hatred for those that really deserve it.”

They’re down around the UoC’s vicinity now. These streets, so bustling and busy by day, are quiet at night. Used bookstores, cafes and quirky-trendy little shops pepper the streets. Flyers for parties, clubs, organizations and demonstrations flutter on lampposts.

“Any of this look familiar to you? Any memory bells ringing?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “No, I get what you’re saying. I’m not making any excuses for what he’s done…because you’re right, you can’t blame it all on what’s happened to you. Or that he should be coddled for the whole of his existence. What I’m saying is, right now is critical. If he’s starting to make overtures, he’s testing the waters and waiting for someone to prove his old instincts right. Just like Kora and her insularity, he needs to get a bit of reassurance that when he trips and falls, we’re not just there waiting to give him the big ol’ boot party he’s waiting for.”

She looks out the window and frowns. “Vaguely, but I’ve been here before. Amy and I were gonna get a…” She pauses, and blinks.

“Oh hell. Make a right at the next light, go down the street. There’s an apartment complex down there. I think that’s where I parked it.”

[Lukas] “Huh.” There’s a quiet; it’s obvious Lukas is mulling this over. “A second second chance? I can see the benefit there, both from a compassionate and a practical standpoint. But I suppose the way I was taught, you give one warning, and that is the second chance. After that it’s time for discipline. The philosophy there is that they should be expecting a boot party if they falter again. And if you don’t give it to them, then you’ll have nothing but empty threats ever after.”

Sarita says make a right. Lukas gives her a look of some skepticism, but complies. Around the corner they go.

“My mate goes to school here,” he comments. “Funny thing is, I think once upon a time she gave me similar advice. About second-second chances.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Your mate’s a smart woman.” She smiles a little. “And you’re right. Most people, you give one chance to. After that one chance, they fuck up again, there’s an ass-kicking coming. Either figuratively or literally if warranted. But then there’s other people. The people who have every reason not to trust you, who are trying to find their way onto the path again. They have to be handled differently. And I’m not saying that if he tries to shoot one of us that we should take the gun and gently explain ‘No, we don’t do that.’ But when–and I ~do~ think it’s a when, not an if–when he is given a reason right out of the gate by some idiot cliath with a power trip that justifies everything he thinks and he reacts badly, he needs to see there’s a different side.”

A little smile. “Different strokes for different folks.”

As they approach the apartment complex at the end of the street, the one with the big ad for new places, she groans and facepalms. “God, I’m a fucking idiot. Yeah, we’re gonna be here, inside the parking lot. I must have been trying to pull some fucking Elm Street/Inception shit. Change the dream and all, do what I thought I should have.”

[Danicka Musil] And standing outside those apartments, those big ads for new places, is a slim blonde woman in ankle boots, cream-colored tights, a knee-length leather pencil skirt, and a somewhat loose silk blouse in pink. And there’s jewelry and there’s her pulling on a trench coat and a Dunhill held between her lips, releasing a faint curl of smoke upwards. She’s got a bright yellow satchel, some dainty Kate Spade bag, and is talking to a woman about her own age.

That woman is white, barefoot, dreadlocked, hair-kerchiefed, pierced, hand-tattooed, bangled, broomstick-skirted, handwoven alpaca cardigan’d, and incensed. And shivering. She’s doing most of the talking.

[Lukas] “Huh,” Lukas says again.

He doesn’t say anything more than that — not I’ll think about it, and not maybe you’re right. He doesn’t need to say that. Sarita can tell by the sound of his voice, the faint furrow to his brow, that he’s heard her. She hasn’t known him that long, all things considered, but she knows him well enough already to know he will consider what she’s said. Counseled. And the next time Carter trips up, he just might find a little more slack in the figurative rope. Maybe.

He’s turning into that complex then. Sarita’s referencing two more movies. Lukas, amused: “Do you just sit in your van and watch movies or something?” The headlights wash over Danicka. Lukas blinks. “What the.”

That frown isn’t a thoughtful one. The Beemer comes to a stop a little harder than necessary. He barely knocks the gearshift into neutral and pulls up the handbrake before he’s out of the car, barking.

Hey!” Camera pans over: Lukas standing in the V of his opened car door, one hand on the hood, the other on the door. Glowering. “What the hell?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She laughs. “Hey, I had a good solid sixteen years before I had any freaking idea about this shit. Had a lot of bad habits I built up during that time, and a fascination with pop culture was one of them.”

And then all of the sudden, Lukas is up and yelling at someone. Sarita doesn’t ask questions; she just hops up and takes the same pose on her side of the car. Instant back-up, just add Strider.

[Danicka Musil] The woman in the alpaca sweater and long, swishy skirt startles when Lukas jerks the BMW to a stop and glares, glowers, barks. She blinks, deer in the headlights, then glares right back.

Danicka takes a drag of her expensive little cigarette and exhales smoke to the side a moment later, relaxed as she was before. “Sometimes,” she answers, “I smoke,” as though this is what he’s barking about. Which it might be. She gestures to the woman next to her. “Lukáš, this is Kumari Dawson. She’s working on her PhD in Environmental Science and Public Policy. Dr. Whitby introduced me to her after I heard about the groundbreaking over by the docks.”

She doesn’t raise an eyebrow or inflect her voice pointedly as though to say hint hint, honey. She just introduces the woman calmly, then: “Kumari, this is my partner –” god, she knows her audience, doesn’t she, “Lukáš Kvasni&+269;ka, who only likes it when I smoke earthier fare.” Smiling, she drops the cigarette, crushes it under a bootheel, then picks up the butt with a tissue from her purse and tosses it into a wastebin as though making a peace offering. “With him is our friend Sarita.”

Kumari has stopped glaring. “Dani,” and she doesn’t say Danny as Sam Modine or Ilari Martin would, calls her Dahni, merely leaving off the harder-to-pronounce part of her name, “says the whole thing sounds shady as hell,” says the woman, speaking with the sort of clarity that compensates somewhat for her urgency, her passion, her anger, “and I think she’s right. They’re not even pretending to care anymore.”

[Lukas] Well, at least the anger, so defensive, so ready to defend, is gone. In its place is bafflement. She’s talking about earthier fare. Her — not attacker, it turns out, though it’s vaguely absurd to even worry about someone like Danicka, with glory notches on her belt and a mother who was literally legendary — new friend starts right into something being shady as hell. And she agrees. And ‘they’ don’t even pretend to care anymore.

“Uh,” says Lukas. Great first impression. Now the Ph.D. candidate in Environmental Science and Public Policy thinks Danicka’s partner is a great lumbering lummox. Who’s wearing old jeans and a t-shirt under his jacket, at that.

“Uh.” The penny drops at last. “Of course they don’t even pretend to care. The Republicans are back in Congress. They don’t have to pretend anymore.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Sarita can’t help it. She’s very good about hiding her grin at Lukas’ reaction. Even if dark brown eyes sparkle with laughter, forgetting all the trauma of the last forty-eight hours for just a moment, her expression is calm, relaxed nodding. She’s a freaking pot dealer, for Christ’s sake. If she doesn’t know how to deal with environmentalists rebelling against THE MAN, then she’s in the wrong line of fucking work.

“No shit, dude.” She nods a little bit to Lukas, head bobbing just a touch. “We’re deep in the shit now. Fuckers are gonna turn it into another chance to bulldoze our children’s future into some kind of fuckin’ landfill for a few extra bucks. Fuck that shit.”

Yes, she’s playing the less-educated one in this group. Every rant against [b]THE MAN[/i] needs one of those. Meanwhile, inwardly she’s laughing.

[Danicka Musil] Uh, says the Adren Shadow Lord, Alpha of his pack, Alpha of his tribe, Alpha of his auspice. Driving a Beemer and wearing scruffy clothes under his jacket. Christ only knows what that hippy thinks of him now. Except that he has it backwards. Kumari sees someone not worried about labels or the newest car — though really he could have chosen something a bit greener, people are so lazy — but also someone who’s 420friendly and not so macho to mind being an equal partner with his legally defined companion rather than some patriarchal husband insisting on her changing her name.

After another Uh, he grouses about the Republicans, and Sarita starts tossing all kinds of F-bombs and acting like a moron. Danicka, for her part, doesn’t mind wearing leather around her hippy acquaintance. She’s aware that Kumari may try to convert her to unshaved legs and a SmartCar if she works too much with the woman, but she’s confident that once Kumari starts talking to other students and once Danicka starts giving classmates of hers Kumari’s number

there’s going to be one hell of a protest at the construction site for that reporter at the Chicago Sun-Times to cover. After all, the weather’s starting to get tolerable.

Kumari’s eyebrows flick a bit at Sarita, but she nods to the two newcomers, and Danicka’s speaking up again, reaching to shake the woman’s hand. The woman hugs her. Over her shoulder, Danicka rolls her eyes at Lukas — and Sarita, really. But then she smiles, and Sarita, who has never seen how effective a liar Danicka is, may indeed be surprised at how smoothly, how quickly, how convincingly her expression changes, right up to the light in her green eyes as she draws back, hands on Kumari’s shoulders.

“I’ll be in touch,” Danicka says. “I have some friends who live in that area who started looking into all this business and then soon as they did, bam. Suddenly the place they live needs a state inspection.”

She and Kumari both shake their heads, angry and weary together. She squeezes the hippy’s shoulder, says her goodbyes, and tells her to get inside before her feet freeze. Then she’s striding over to the Beemer, raising her eyebrows at the Unbroken.

“I’m going to pass this along to Matthieu, too, but just in case cameras arrive, I think the Kin and Garou should stay away from the protest. We don’t need our people’s names and faces in the media; it just makes them targets.”

[Lukas] Kumari departs. Lukas holds up a hand in farewell. Then Danicka is coming over to the Beemer, and Lukas is stepping around the door to give her a quick hug.

“You got a protest set up in twelve hours?” He looks a little gobsmacked. And impressed. “I talked to Imogen Slaughter and Kora a little earlier. Imogen she’d try to get all the kin together to hear everyone out and get a plan to Deal With This. Obviously, you and Matthieu are invited. I’m letting Carter go too. He had some ideas. Not sure if they’re feasible, but he’s actually trying to protect the Caern, and I think I should probably encourage that. Let me know if he actually contributes or if he tries to start another anti-Garou rally.

“On the way over Sarita and I were talking about unexpected acts of mercy, by the way.” A quirk of a smile, “I told her you talked to me about something like that once.”

[Danicka Musil] “No, I talked to someone who will set up a protest,” Danicka corrects, cautious as ever to Lukas’s sometimes surprising optimism. “The wheels are in motion, though. I have one semi-influential person angry and one semi-accessible reporter interested. It’s going to take time for that to turn into something concrete.”

She is hugged, and she stands on her toes and gives him a kiss on the cheek. She took exactly one drag of that cigarette. She doesn’t exactly smell like Essence of Lung Cancer quite yet.

She nods to the rest, though, about the meeting and Imogen and Carter and so forth. Glances over at Sarita to smile at her, give a little wave, then raises her eyebrows at Lukas. “What?” she asks, clearly clueless as to what he could be referencing.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah, keeping our peeps away from any kind of public action is probably a good thing. No need establishing a pattern of behavior that a paid-off court of law can come in and persecute over.” Some people might assume she used the wrong word and really meant to say ‘prosecute.’ They’d be wrong.

When Lukas mentions the unexpected acts of mercy conversation, she just grins a little and shrugs. “Great minds think alike, I guess. Hola, by the way.”

[Danicka Musil] [put my post after Sarita’s!]

[Lukas] The light in his eyes, the sort of surprised-pleased-happy look he gets when he runs across Danicka unexpectedly, dims a little. There was a reason he never got into the details with Sarita — though it wasn’t secrecy. Something more like shame, a willingness to forget the specifics.

“It was a long time ago,” he says quietly — unflinchingly honest, “when I told you not to lie to me again or else. And you told me sometimes positive reinforcement works better, because negative can only escalate to stay effective.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Hey, that’s the best kind action,” she says with a grin when Danicka speaks of what she has and hasn’t done. “Actions with built in plausible deniablity. That stuff doesn’t happen every day, so take it when you can, y’klnow?”

[Danicka Musil] Not anything recent, then. Not when he talked to her about Ray and Marni, not when they argued about Martin, nothing like that. Back all the way to the Blue Chalk Cafe, a place he doesn’t even like to go anymore because of some memory, some shame. And her brows flick together but not in much of a frown

because Sarita may be Lukas’s packmate but so was Sam, backhanding her in the Brotherhood, stalking her to her apartment and following her around Grant Park. So was Kate, when Kate was the monster appearing out of nowhere in Danicka’s home, chasing her roommate around, snarling at him, tying him down. So was Mrena, who saw the slightest subterfuge and convinced herself it was a plot to destroy the pack from within, not just an attempt to hide the fact that she wanted to do something nice and make Lukas happy. So was Theron, foolishly thinking Danicka could tell him how to stop chasing tail and get the sort of bond she has with Lukas, as though there was some secret to it she could unlock for him.

Sarita doesn’t have Danicka’s trust. She’s the devil Danicka doesn’t know yet.

So that frown is a flick, and then it’s gone. She puts her hand on Lukas’s face for a moment with a gentle smile. What she wants to say, she doesn’t say in front of Sarita. Her hand slides back and she smiles again. “I was going to take the El back to my place, but since you’re here,” she implies, waggling her brows.

[Lukas] Danicka doesn’t know Sarita yet. Lukas hopes she’ll get to, though. Because — let’s be honest — Lukas knows that this pack has its core. Its true, dependable brothers and sisters. And then at any give time it has some assortment of wolves that run more on the fringes, that never quite dovetail with the unspoken ideals and vision and character of the pack. Oftentimes there’s no way to tell just which side of that line a Garou will fall on until they’ve joined.

With Sinclair, they got a winner. With Sarita, they hit the jackpot again. And Lukas wants his mate to get to know this Ragabash — this smart-alecking, playful, ineffably wise Ragabash. Who knows how to love her sister without smothering her. Who knows how not to pretend she’s Danicka’s best friend the second or third time they ever meet.

Sarita doesn’t really comment on what Lukas and Danicka talk about. She keeps her response aimed toward the more public, less raw part of the conversation. That’s wisdom, too, and Lukas is thankful for it.

And then — grinning again, a little crooked, covering his mate’s hand on his cheek for a second.

“I suppose you won’t be taking the El after all,” he says. “Sarita,” he nods to the painted van parked inconspicuously in the corner of the lot, “is that it, or are there two vans that look just like that in the city?”

[that’s my last post! i’ma stick around for a bit to see if Sam is awake enough to post again, but then i’m zonking!]

[Danicka Musil] [zonks are imminent here, too]

[Lukas] [OKAY, time to pile drunkfrend into back seat.]

[Danicka Musil] [*SIGH*

*helps Damon carry Sam to car*]

[Lukas] [*opens door, stuffs in*]

[Danicka Musil] [*tosses keys over to Damon*]

[Danicka Musil] [THANKS FOR THE RP! :] ]

[Lukas] [*slams door, zooms off*!]

[cricket] [ACK *exits*]

[Lukas] [thanks for RP! *LOL*]

A Drunken Phone Call

[Kieran Mondblume] And what is going to happen? What is the worst that will happen if she fights with us, Simon? She gets killed by the enemy. Or one of us. *He is clearly unhappy with the prospect.* But if we constantly try and force someone like that to be an obedient kin, only one of us is getting hurt. I like my balls where they are, sir, how about you? *He gets out a small grin.* So why the hell not? Let her tag along. If she fights, and is killed by the enemy. That’s how we all plan to go out anyway. Clawing, kicking and screaming, taking the biggest thing we can down with us.

[Starla] “When ya come across a big angry bear, ya don’t pick up a stick and keep poking at it until it gets annoyed, it ain’t fun. S’like constantly sticking yar hand in a candle repeatedly, and then wondering why ya get burnt. She keeps doing it.”

Ki says they should try to work with Amunet, Starla lifts her eyes to stare at the Uktena incredulously. The corners of her lips twitch, flattening into a thin line. Her nose wrinkles again, the freckles dusting her left cheek dance over smooth bronze skin. She is listening to the Garou, her attention moving easily between Simon and Kieran.

“I disagree. Why take her with ya and then risk yar life trying to keep her alive if she gits into danger. I know how some Garou are, they’ll put themselves in the path before letting a kin take the bullet they deserve.”

[Heather Payton] She bites her bottom lip, feeling sort of like the houseguest during a family fight.

[Kieran Mondblume] *He arches an eyebrow at that.* If a Wyrm creature attacks her, I should hope to the Mother that you attack it, no matter who it is going after. At that point, it wouldn’t be a matter of defending the kin, but bringing down evil.

*He shrugs, and smiles faintly.* But it shouldn’t be me deciding for her. Ask her mate. See what he says. I’m… not talking big things. Not like war. Or a huge battle, or taking her into a Spiral’s hive. I’m taking… patrol once with her. Let her work with us. See how it works.

[Amunet Knezevic] “I haven’t gotten a single Trueborn hurt, let alone killed.” She leans in the doorway to the hall, gaze on Starla now. “Not once, in all of the shit I’ve been on. Ask Stefan, or Joey. Ask Kieran. I hold my own”

[Simon Zahradnik] He shakes his head.”You don’t bring civilians onto the battlefield. If they’re not properly trained and equipped for the battlefield they are actually a hindrance to the battle itself. By equipped I don’t even mean trained… You can know how to use a gun all you like but if you don’t know and respect the chain of command you are a liability on the battlefield and more dangerous to your own side than the enemy. That kind of decision making gets garou killed… If I was stupid enough to bring a kin who was entirely unprepared for battle then I would be putting the lives of every garou on that battlefield in peril. As a result I would be doing the Wyrms job for it… By letting her set foot on the battlefield I would be serving the Wyrms end and as Wyrmfoe I would be obligated to kill myself.”He says with a hint of a smile on his face at the end there.”No… I don’t like this plan.”

“How about she learns restraint, and respect?”He asks curiously.

[Kieran Mondblume] *He looks curiously at Simon.* We restrain our Kin, we risk them becoming formori more than anything else. Turning to some other power that will give them that ability to fight. You leash all of them, and you are doing the Wyrm’s job for it more efficiently than if you bring one with you.

[Amunet Knezevic] “Then don’t take me. Rhya.” Her eyes move to Simon now, but are quickly drawn to Kieran.

John taught her to be quiet, and she puts that to use now.

[Simon Zahradnik] He shakes his head.”We’re not a democratically elected society… We are an army selected because we were chosen and nothing more. Tell me New Moon when and where did Gaia ever offer you or I the choice as to whether or not we had to spend the rest of our lives serving in this army?”He asks Ki curiously.”Freedom might be a pretty thing but it’s not what we were put here on this earth for. Freedom and Liberty are someone else’s ideal… We’re here to make sure there is a world in which others can practice it. To that effect we must stand ready with the wisdom and discipline to do whatever must be done in service to our cause. Without question, without fear, without hesitation.”He says back to the man with a little nod.

“Nowhere does it say we get a choice in our duties. We carry out our responsibilities… Period. We do what we need to do and we don’t care that we never got a choice. Right? Gaia didn’t create us as her little agents of peace and democracy. We’re Gaia’s defenders and that is what we do.”

[Starla] Never once has Amunet gotten a Garou killed for her actions, Starla meditates on those exact words. She redirects her gaze to the Strider kin, now mated to a Shadow Lord; something shifts in Starla’s demeanor, she is finding it difficult to snap back as quickly with witty retorts.

She shifts her body against the banister, wiggling and leaning to arch back, trying to alleviate an itch that doesn’t seem to want to go away. They continue to address the issue about restraint, how inappropriate it was to bring a kin to the battlefield as Simon put it so eloquently. She flicks her gaze over to the Ahroun, arching an eyebrow as she studies him quietly, mouth pursed together in quiet contemplation. He’s doing exactly what he does best, talking.

[Kieran Mondblume] Yes, sir, *he says with a small nod.* I know. And it is a pack’s responsibility to watch over one another. It is not freedom, however, that I speak of. It is the fact that by restraining our kin, we are risking them turning to the Wyrm. I have seen it happen before. An unsatisfied kin, feeling as if they were lower than their station, lower than the dirt on the ground, wanting power. Is almost as dangerous as one of us falling.

Nothing about democracy, or peace. We’re of war. I know that all too well. But we create an enemy of who could be an ally, another pair of sharp eyes, another pair of fists to draw them away. Another quick creature. I think in tactics, Wyrmfoe. I can’t help but see the merit in having more eyes out there to gather more information.

[Amunet Knezevic] She drifts closer, arms crossed around her middle. She stops next to Kieran, close enough that her elbow brushes him.

[Simon Zahradnik] He shakes his head.”If our kin turn to the Wyrm it is not because we told them what to do. If our kin turn to the Wyrm it is because they were too weak to turn anywhere else. Completely betraying everything your believe in and stand for is not something that happens when a person holds their head high and proud about who and what they are.”He says back to the New Moon.”There’s no shame in serving… In standing the fuck up and doing your part. There’s nothing wrong with looking at yourself in the mirror and being proud of who in the fuck you were born and the life that was decided for you. If you are weak and loathe your person then you open yourself to corruption.”

“I don’t think we need to be treating our kin as anything special. If they don’t have the nerve to step the fuck forward and do their job they’re either useless to us or a danger to us and in either case we can’t trust them enough to be a part of our society. So they should be removed from it one way or another.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “But what is their job, Rhya? If you ask some Trueborn, the job of kinfolk is nothing more than repopulating the Nation, on the rapidly shrinking chance that more True are born.”

[Kieran Mondblume] I disagree, *he says idly. He rolls his shoulders.* I do, however, need to get out. I have a bit of patrolling to do myself. I have no shame in what I am either, Wyrmfoe. Being uncertain of oneself, however, does happen. And if you prod that uncertainty, you open a wound. And any number of diseases can go into that wound. Not treating our kin as special. But getting them to help us. To get to those wounds before they fester.

Good night, sir.

[Amy’s Cell Phone] Don’t we just have perfect timing? Interrupting a debate Amy’s having with a Garou about the role of kinfolk. Of course, you would probably have to schedule time where you’re not interrupting one of those debates if you’re calling during her waking hours. But that’s why we love her. She’s spirited, is the word that they use.

Oh…uh, yeah. I mean, “Riiiiiiiiing,” or rather, “Insert Amy’s Ring Tone Here.”

[Starla] The no moon disagrees with the Ahroun, Starla flicks her gaze away, stepping forward to move from the banister. She tilts her head to the side, arching an eyebrow at Simon. “So how do ya feel, Simon, when a kin steps out of their place and threatens yar honor wit’ the actions that they take. What about the things we do, thinking we’re halping Garou, only seems to make’em think they’re weak, that they can’t do it themselves.”

She shakes her head, “I don’t know anymore what ya’ll expect from us kin.”

[Amunet Knezevic] She looks irritated when Kieran leaves, then even more irritated when her phone goes off. Her eyes flicker from Starla to Simon to poor, quiet Heather before she steps away to answer her phone.

“This is Amunet.”

[Amy’s Cell Phone] “Amy.” Sarita is quiet, and she sounds drunk from the bit of slurring even in that short word. She actually sounds…somehow relieved to hear Amy’s voice. “Yer okay. Good.”
to Amunet Knezevic

[Amunet Knezevic] “Why would I not be okay?” She tries to keep her tone low, brow creasing in a frown.

[Simon Zahradnik] He nods his head back towards Kieran.”Goodnight to you as well.”

He then looks back to Amunet.”When I walk around out there… People are terrified of me. I can’t get a cup of coffee without someone staring at me in terror like they are gonna piss their pants. Dogs fuckin’ attack me for no reason and babies cry when I walk into the room. That is how it is on the rare fucking break I have between having my face ripped off by freaky scaly skinned eight eyed maggot monsters. And the whole time… Every second of my life I am screaming in my head because all I wanna do is beat the holy living fuck out of everything I see!”He says as his eyes burn furiously.

“Maye you got the impression that that the life of the garou is all hugs and giggles but you might be surprised to learn that we’ve got a goddamn good reason to be a little pissed off.”He shrugs.”Our kin are the one thing in this world that isn’t running in fear us or attacking us constantly. Sometimes it’s nice to have people, and family, and friends you can trust and rely and depend on. That’s the kin’s job.”He says before a phone rings and the Full moon turns his attention back to Heather.

“You alright over there?”

[Because Simon would be pissed as fuck if she answered the phone in the middle of him answering her question I am gonna say this goes BEFORE the phone Rang.]

[Amy’s Cell Phone] “Mmm…no reason.” A pause, and the exhalation that typically comes with a lungful of smoke being exhaled.

“Never mind, Ame. Ignore me. I’m ignorable. Jus’…had a bad dream. Needed to…jus’…”

She sighs, quiet a moment. A very long moment, in fact. “Jus’ needed t’hear your voice. Rea…y’know. Just needed to know you’re okay. An’ you are…so s’all good.”
to Amunet Knezevic

[Amunet Knezevic] The scowl deepens, and she moves down the hall for her phone call.

[Amunet Knezevic] “What the fuck, Sar? Are you okay?”
to Amy’s Cell Phone

[Heather Payton] She nods. “Totally fine. Just listenin’.”

[Amy’s Cell Phone] “Yeah, yeah.” Some fumbling around. Amy might recognize the sounds from previous times that they’ve spoken. The enclosed area of the van just sounds different from anywhere else after you’ve slept in it for so long.

“Yeah, m’fine. Just chillin’. Like I said, woke up’n had a bad dream. But you’re good. S’all good.”
to Amunet Knezevic

[Amunet Knezevic] “I’m fine. I promise. What was the dream about?”
to Amy’s Cell Phone

[Simon Zahradnik] His eyes narrow and he watches Amy disappear down the hall his fury shines through but he eventually turns his attention back to Starla.”I think that kin should do what their tribe or mate needs of them. If their actions actually shame that person in question then they should probably not be doing it should they?”He asks Starla curiously.

[Starla] Starla’s frowns; he was addressing Amunet before she answered her phone. Heather was quiet on the couch, simply listening to the conversation. The Gaian kin glances down at the suitcase sitting next to her leg, scrunching up her nose, she sucks in a deep breath, cheeks billowing out as she releases her breath.

“Guess this is the time for awkward silences.”

[Heather Payton] “Well. I’m gonna have to call it a night. Gotta work t’morrow. Have a great night!” And off she goes, to question whether or not she made the right decision. ((bed!))

[Amy’s Cell Phone] “Don’n’t matter.” She says it quickly, almost short with Amy. Definitely a blunt cut-off of that line of conversation. She’s quiet for a long moment again.

“How”re you an’ Hunter? Y’still hate each other?”
to Amunet Knezevic

[Starla] Starla relaxes her arms, the left arm drops to her side, tucking her left hand behind her to rest it on the back of her hip. The right hand lifts to touch along her freckled cheeks, she squints at Simon’s remark, running her hand along the line of her jaw from left to right and back again. Her nostrils flare out, snorting softly in response.

“It sounds easy when ya phrase it like that, Simon, but then actually doing the act and then git’n caught for doing it, may go against the desire to keep doing it. Do ya jus’ stop all together or keep it up and not give a fuck. It’ll still look real bad.”

[Amunet Knezevic] She sighs heavily, then is quiet for a long moment. “I don’t hate him. I just wish he were dead.”
to Amy’s Cell Phone

[Simon Zahradnik] He looks back at Starla.”We all have to make decisions in life and sometimes the decisions you make will affect what others think of you. That doesn’t mean you have to make decisions one way or another just be sure that when you make a decision that there will be consequences for that you are ready to face the consequences.”

[Amy’s Cell Phone] That makes her laugh. It’s one of those sudden, wildly inappropriate laughs. It cuts off into something else. There’s something a little bit wild in it…something a touch unhinged, before it calms down.

“Sorry.” She coughs. “Had to be there.” There’s another long pause, before…

“M’sorry, Amy. That I didn’t do a better job keepin’ ya safe from…the last couple-a months. Y’deserved a better job from me than that.”
to Amunet Knezevic

[Starla] She closes her eyes for a brief second, maneuvers her hand up so the first couple of fingers pinches the bridge of her nose, she listens to the things he tells her, her breath draws inward sharply, then slowly rolls out into a sigh. “Roman knows, Simon, he ain’t too happy wit’ me either, seems like for all the good I thought I done by halping out wit’ that usb flash drive, ‘cus I didn’t go to him or the Last Watch, ‘cus I thought it better to go to the Wyrmfoe instead. He said, it seems like I ain’t got no trust in ’em, me thinking I was protecting the Church by not returning there… I jus’ done nothing but stupid shit.”

She sighs now, dropping her hand from her face, letting it slap uselessly against her thigh, she tilts her head to scrutinize him, “It paints a whole different picture when ya got ya blood kin calling ya a whore for sleeping wit’ a man they don’t, and it turns dishonorable.”

[Amunet Knezevic] She’s quiet for a few seconds. “What the fuck is going on, Sar? Seriously”
to Amy’s Cell Phone

[Amy’s Cell Phone] “S’goin’ on is that I fucked up. And you got fucked up ’cause-a it. Over an’ over an’ over again. Just one on top-a the other, takin’ turns until…”

She cuts of suddenly, breath catching. There are a few moments before she speaks again. “That psycho fucker better be good to you. I know ‘e’ll to a better job’n I did. But if he destroys you, I’m-a kill ‘im. Jus’ hadta say that.”
to Amunet Knezevic

[Amunet Knezevic] Her voice is quiet and gentle then “Where are you?”
to Amy’s Cell Phone

[Simon Zahradnik] He looks back at Starla with his hands folding over his chest. He hadn’t even bathed yet, or cleaned himself up, and yet he didn’t feel the need to do so anytime soon either.”That’s funny that he’ll call you a whore and yet there isn’t a girl alive that boy isn’t trying to get into bed. That sounds more to me like anger than anything else. Your guardian shouldn’t be calling you a whore…”He shrugs his shoulders and looks a little bit angry.”As for how you deal with the matter… I suppose that’s up to you.”

[Amy’s Cell Phone] “M’in the van.” No shit, Sherlock. “I jus’…needed to get some me time, y’know? I like me time. I miss us time too, but me time is good.”

A sigh. “M’fine, Ame. I just…I didn’t sleep well. I had a bad dream an’ it just…don’ worry about it. Do your thing…go be you. Te amo.
to Amunet Knezevic

[Amunet Knezevic] She thinks about it for a minute. How easy it would probably be right now to talk Sar into coming and getting her, then pointing the van west and driving until there wasn’t anywhere to drive to anymore. How the first couple of days might be awkward, before it settled into their old pattern. When everything was how it was before.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Sar.” Is what she says instead. “I’m a big girl. I made my own decisions. Why did you ask about Hunter?”
to Amy’s Cell Phone

[Starla] They standing at a distance from each other, Starla sags against the banister again, a weariness born into her features as wave of frustration watches over her. It builds a tension in the middle of her shoulder blades, runs down her spine to make her body go rigid. Her leg nudges against the suitcase at her side, his words make her gaze drop from him and back to it.

Her entire life was in that single suitcase, hadn’t taken her a long time to pack it up, to drag it out the door when she left the Church.

He hasn’t cleaned himself, he’s bloody from battle, wears it like it was just another addition to the mural of tattoos he already has. She clears her throat, swings her gaze back up to meet his, frowning. “I git the impression that Roman’s done wit’ me, he ain’t gone trust anything I say or do from now on. He mentioned something about me finding another protector, and I really am tired staying at the Church.”

She shrugs, “I can stand on my own two feet, I jus’ don’t know where I stand that one little private matter.”

[Simon Zahradnik] He shakes his head.”Well my car’s outside let me clean up and you can stay with me till I talk to Roman.”He says with a nod of his head. He looked as if he was looking rather angry at the moment but quietly he slipped back to pay a visit to a shower.

[Amunet Knezevic] Amy looks distressed, bottom lip having been chewed to bloody while she talks on the phone. Her eyes track Simon as he moves by, but don’t meet his now.

[Starla] Starla just nods her head, “Yeah, I’ll hang out here til ya get cleaned up…” he was looking rather angry and she couldn’t quite meet that heated gaze, just watches him leave when exits to go clean up.

[Amy’s Cell Phone] “Jus’…no reason.” Even as drunk as she is, she knows how lame that sounds. “Wanned to make sure m’top was gonna fall over. Not keep spinnin’ on forever and forever.”

An Inception reference. Checking to make sure she was awake and not dreaming.
to Amunet Knezevic

[Amunet Knezevic] “You should shift, burn the alcohol off. Then come and get me.”
to Amy’s Cell Phone

[Amy’s Cell Phone] “Get you.” A moment as she processes. “Y’in trouble? Whassrong?”
to Amunet Knezevic

[Amunet Knezevic] “No.” She answers quickly, to avoid an incident “No. Not at all. I’m just at the Broho. I stopped in to check the board.”
to Amy’s Cell Phone

[Amy’s Cell Phone] “Oh.” Amy can practically hear Sarita blink. They know each other that well. “Well…wha’, you wanna hang out?”
to Amunet Knezevic

[Amunet Knezevic] Hang out. Run away. Whichever. “Yeah…”
to Amy’s Cell Phone

[Amy’s Cell Phone] “Dunno if thassa good idea. Yer mate gonna be good with that?” A cough sounds. “An’…no ‘ffense, I always wanna be aroundja…but I a’mt good comp’ny right now. M’all grumpy an’ shit.”
to Amunet Knezevic

[Amunet Knezevic] “He doesn’t own me, Sar.” It comes out sharper than she means for it to, and defensive sounding.
to Amy’s Cell Phone

[Amy’s Cell Phone] “Yer right…yer right.” She sounds immediately apologetic. Rolling over very quickly tonight, it seems. “M’sorry. Din’t mean that.”
to Amunet Knezevic

[Amunet Knezevic] “It’s okay. I’m sorry. I know you didn’t mean that.” Her nose stings suddenly. She walks down the other bend of the hall, tapping softly on the door of room nine before opening it and slipping inside.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. Okay?”
to Amy’s Cell Phone

[Amy’s Cell Phone] “S’not the way I see it. But okay.” It’s pained, weary. Resigned.

“M’sorry. I didn’t mean to…drag you down. Y’know. Hope I didn’t ruin yer night.”
to Amunet Knezevic

[Amunet Knezevic] “Do you ever think about what would be different, if we’d have kept going to Madison instead? All the shit that wouldn’t have probably happened? Your pack, and…”

She trails off, her breath hitching now.
to Amy’s Cell Phone

[Amy’s Cell Phone] “Yeah.” She’s quiet a moment. “Think ’bout that a lot. Both good an’ bad.”
to Amunet Knezevic

[Amunet Knezevic] “It might have all gone to shit. It might have turned out like fucking Dallas. It might have been really fucking horrible, you know?”
to Amy’s Cell Phone

[Amy’s Cell Phone] “It coulda been the worst shit ever, I know.” She sighs. “Here ain’t so bad, right? I mean, beyond the piles o’ fucked-up shit, there’s been some good?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “Yeah….” She sniffles, very quietly. “I should get back. I told him an hour like, three hours ago.”
to Amy’s Cell Phone

[Amy’s Cell Phone] “I love you. M’sorry. I din’t mean t’upset you.”
to Amunet Knezevic

[Amunet Knezevic] “You didn’t. I upset me. I love you too. Come over, okay? Soon. Promise.”
to Amy’s Cell Phone

[Amy’s Cell Phone] “‘kay. Talk t’ya soon. Blame it on me. I give you p’mission.” A chuckle. “I’m blamable.”
to Amunet Knezevic

[Amunet Knezevic] “Yeah, well. So am I.” She sniffles again, then sighs. “Bye, Sar. I love you.”

Sarita: Ninja Assassin

[-glory-] [OK, welcome to this oneshot! Here are the rules:

1. 10 min posting rounds. If/when we’re dicing, declare in 2 min. Roll in 2 or I’ll roll for you and/or skip you. If you want to post ICly during combat, keep it to when you’re not actively declaring/rolling, or else keep to the 2-minute deadlines.
2. If you happen to be multitasking, make sure you can keep up with the deadlines. Otherwise, I’ll ask you to stop your other scene.
3. No posting order, but please post ONCE for every post I make unless I say otherwise.
4. Keep track of your own health and tempers.
5. Questions in the chat. Don’t IM me. If I don’t see the question, repeat it until I do. If I don’t respond for minutes on end — I’m probably posting. You should wait, unless it’s absolutely urgent, upon which you should PM me once.
6. PM me your applicable flaws. This includes stuff like nightmares and phobias and hatreds and compulsions!
7. If there are any off-limits themes, imagery or events you do NOT want to see in a scene, PM ’em to me now.
8. I’ll start us off!]

[-glory-] They all take their turns patrolling the Caern – every Garou in this Sept. If it were a more Glass Walker-flavored Caern, there might be a set schedule, a Google Calendar somewhere, but it’s not. For the most part, Garou guard the caern without needing to be asked; each pack dedicating one member at all times, the packless simply rotating in and out as their honor dictates.

Tonight, they’ve drawn the graveyard shift. It’s nearly dawn, and it’s cold, and they want sleep. Their shift ends in an hour or less. Almost done. They can almost feel the hot water of the showers they’re going to take. The softness of their beds.

And then the Warder calls for them.

“My Ragabash reported a disturbance about two blocks west,” he rumbles, Glabro-formed, hulking and feral. He doesn’t bother with politeness and courtesy, but then – Athro Ahrouns don’t have to bother with that sort of thing. “Go check it out.”

So off they go.

[Activate your shit if you’re gonna! We’re doing barebones STing, so battle is starting shortly.]

[Adara Mires] She actually was surprised ot find herself patrolling with Katherine and Sarita. It felt slightly odd to be with the packmates and also kinda familiar. It reminded her of the night they drank at the Loft with a very drunk Lukas making quite the exit. The thought made her grin a litte. It doesn’t last though, her face turning serious. Disturbances on the Caern weren’t to be taken lightly. When an Athro dispatch 2 Cliaths and one Adren, well you know it’s serious.

She run with the two other woman, her form matching theirs. She will follow Katherine’s lead tonight, she was the higest ranking of them after all. She could keep pace fairly easilly with the other two Garou. For once she wasn’t chatty, focusing on the task ahead. If it turn out ot be nothing, then she’ll return to the talkative galliard she is. She doubted it will be that easy.

[-glory-] [just fyi, i might sprinkle in short descriptive posts here and there. don’t worry — i’ll only make “serious important” posts once per cycle-of-posts.]

[Honor’s Compass] It doesn’t take Honor’s Compass long to shift.

To her credit she is perhaps one of the more obedient in the Sept when it came to obeying order and rank, but then, this should never be a shock when one is discussing a Philodox. The Adren nods at the Warder, a polite little head dip, spine straight as the trunk of an Oak tree and merely glances at her sister; at Adara.

She shifts, then and there, slowly shifting with a liquidy, crackling shimmer.

The statuesque blond creature suddenly replaced by a white furred Hispo wolf. She shakes out her coat; sleek, purely white but for markings of black around her snout, around those clear blue eyes. Let’s go Umbral, she instructs Sarita across their totemic connection, and whuffs the same at the Fury.

[Go go Resist Pain
Luna’s Armor: Stamina + Survival]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 4, 9 (Failure at target 6)

[Honor’s Compass] [LUNE DON’T YOU SASS ME.]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 4, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 8)

[Honor’s Compass] [Wrath of Gaia, ya’ll. Charisma + Intimidation]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[-glory-] Two blocks west.

Two blocks west takes them into the core of river north. Glittering skyscrapers and expensive city views. Magnificent Mile. City view.

Or that’s what they’d see if they were realmside. They’re not, though. In the Umbra, the heart of the city is glittering and silent. Spires of glass and steel rise impossibly high. Webs, glistening like polished metal, arc gracefully from every edge, every cornice. Here and there they can see the Weaver’s servants, so efficient and soundless. They take no notice of the wolves. They haven’t caused enough of a disturbance.

(Yet.)

Only it’s not entirely silent, is it? There’s a steady noise, repetitive and grating, that steals into their awareness. whirr-chk. whirr-chk. whirr-CHK. whirr-CHK. Louder, as they get closer.

[-glory-] [baddie 1, wp]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 9 (Failure at target 7)

[-glory-] [baddie 2]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 7)

[-glory-] [baddie 3]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 5, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She’s following Kate’s lead, of course. That’s a no-brainer. The Owl girl is grinning a bit as they go to check it out. It isn’t that she isn’t taking it seriously, just that…well. Anyone who saw her fight alongside others in grant park would understand. You mean when she pulled a gun on War Wolves? That would be the one. So she’s grinning because she’s fucking insane? Pretty much. How the fuck did I get stuck as the narrator for a psycho? Because you wanted to narrate someone who was hot and female. I could have ended up as Kate’s narrator. HAHAHAHAHA yeaaaaaaaah, no. Wasn’t gonna happen. Why not? Because you don’t wash your hands after you use the bathroom and Kate doesn’t want someone with pee-hands in her head. Damn.

Anyway, she’s keeping up with the other two as she stalks along, gun out so she might be able to get a shot off before whatever it is is on top of them. She’ll go tooth and claw when they’re in range.

[-glory-] [btw those WP were for future reference. for now they’re all still there, cuz they haven’t seen Kate yet!

baddie 1 percep + alert]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[-glory-] [baddie 2 p/a]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 5, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[-glory-] [baddie 3]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[-glory-] [if you guys are trying to sneak up, counterroll dex+stealth!]

[Honor’s Compass] [Let’s see if the glowy one can be stealthy.]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 8)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Ooh, there’s one for me to roll! Milky Eye!]]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 8)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[And then Stealth]]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Adara Mires] (stealth time)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 4, 5, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[-glory-] [percep on sarita is diff 9, so even her one succ is good enough to beat everyone. sadly, kate’s 1 succ is not *dies*]

[Honor’s Compass] What a sight she must be, this wolf of Gaia.

Loping along with the grace of her forefathers the Silver Fang slows to a more careful trot as the sounds grow louder. Her ears flick back, and then fold against her skull and she drops; all but crawling, her belly low to the ground as they gain so close the sound is all but thunderous.

Her fur glows softly; a pretty luminescence. Coupled with this, the Half Moon focuses her energy on what lay ahead; pulling at the teachings of one of Gaia’s own avatars, to instill such deep, gut strong fear into minions of the Wyrm that to stare down Honor’s Compass was to challenge Gaia herself.

[-glory-] They’re two blocks away. Then one. Then half,

and they can hear voices across the corner. Low growls under that droning, dragging noise: whirr-KSCHK. whirr-KSCHK. A fouler tongue, feral and rough, a bastardization of their own Garou speech; a language dragged underground a thousand years ago and twisted in those tainted lightless corridors into the almost-unrecognizable tongue the Dancers speak today.

” — won’t be much longer now. A little deeper and the Herald will be able to take root. Tap the Weaver’s mainline and use it to send the Call.
And then?
And then Anhkahahn will reward us most lavishly, won’t she?
A low chuckle — abruptly stopping. “Wait.
What?
… I heard something. Come!

They have no more time. Their enemies are running for them; will be around the corner to meet them in seconds.

[Honor’s Compass] Stay hidden, Sarita! Katherine’s mental voice is calm, her authority is without hesitation, or notion of refusal. If they rush us, I want you in a position to flank them and bring some of them down.

The Fury gets a low, gruff whuff of order: “Song of Life follow! Attack who I attack.

Then, there’s no time. Honor’s Compass draws herself upright, plants her paws into the dirt and bares her teeth.

[Adara Mires] When Katherine shifted, she did so well. Her small, slim frame turning into a lithe, lean dark furred with grey highlights monster. She wasn’t as beautiful to behold as Katherine but she moved with matching grace. She smelled the air, her ears perking as she hears the voices.

She crouched, eyes scanning the surroundings. She hears them coming and flex her claws. They will encounter hte enemy soon and even though she wasn’t one to look for fights constantly, she felt the surge of adrenaline then Katherine spoke. She nodded in acknowledgement and gets ready to defend her life.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] I’m on it, chica. She keeps low, creeping around to get into the exact flanking position that the Philodox commanded.

One set of doom planted directly in evil ass, on order.

[-glory-] Amidst the flawless order of River North’s penumbra, the two twisted things that spill around the corner are almost an affront to the senses. The smaller is limping on three legs, the fourth held cringing to a sunken chest. Fur is missing from its body in great, raw patches. It takes one look at Honor’s Compass and its courage breaks; it turns tail and runs yelping.

Its brother is made of sterner stuff. Huge and black, two eyes jammed onto one side of its face like a flounder-fish, it slams hamsized fists against its chest and roars at the visible Gaians. It’s unmitigated challenge.

Then it sticks its claws in its mouth. Whistles, shrill and sharp. Around the corner, the mindless whirr-KSCHK stops suddenly. A second later, the ground shakes as something large, something very fucking large, rumbles toward the battle.

[inits time!]

[Adara Mires] (init + 7)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[-glory-] [Flounder +8]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Honor’s Compass] [+9]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [+6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3

[-glory-] [btw, since this is PvE, you guys can use as many shares of totem as you have.]

[-glory-] [Herald +7]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[-glory-] Kate 16
Flounder 16
Adara 14
Herald 13
Sarita 9

Declare in reverse!

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Rage: Insta-Shift to Hispo
[1a: Bite attack
1b: Bite
r1: Bite]]

[-glory-] Herald
1. arrive!
R1. attack kate
R2. attack kate
R3. attack adara
R4. Something Evil

[Adara Mires] (1a bite
1R bite
2R bite)

[-glory-] Flounder
1. Bite Adara!
R1. Bite Kate!
R2. Bite Adara!
R3. By now I’ve noticed Sarita. Bite!

[Honor’s Compass] [1a.
1b.
1c. — clean bites on whats his face there roaring at us!
R1.
R2. Same again. WUT. You goin’ down, bro.]

[Adara Mires] (my target is the same as Kate’s by the way)

[-glory-] [Okay, before round proper begins! Sarita ambushes. Roll current Dex+Stealth for her! And tell me which target.]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Dex=Stealth on Flounder]]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 7 at target 6)

[-glory-] [Target’s Wits + Alert to resist]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 6, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[-glory-] [okay, +3 dice to your one free attack. roll it!]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[NOM NOM NOM! Bite, -2 diff for Behind attack]]
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 3)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Forgot reroll 10]]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 6 (Failure at target 3)

[-glory-] [ignore the 1 on the reroll – 9 succ total]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Damage]]
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)

[-glory-] [TREACHERY! Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 6, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[-glory-] [Okay, Flounder is changing actions cuz he TOTALLY NOTICES SARITA NOW.

1a. Turn around
b. Bite Sarita! +1 diff
R1. Bite Sarita! +1 diff
R2. Bite Adara! (same)
R3. Bite Sarita! (same) ]

[Honor’s Compass] [1a. Biting Herald! -2 Split Action!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 5)

[-glory-] [roaring dude is Flounder, btw]

[Honor’s Compass] [Damage + 1]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[-glory-] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 5, 7, 8, 8, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Honor’s Compass] [1b. Again! Come on Katie, bring the pain.]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)

[Honor’s Compass] [Damage + 3]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[-glory-] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Honor’s Compass] [1c. WTF. KATE DON’T BITE LIKE A SHADOW LORD.]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5)

[Honor’s Compass] [Damage + 4]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[-glory-] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 4, 7, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[-glory-] [Rage revive?]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 5, 7, 7 (Botch x 1 at target 8)

[-glory-] x_X

[-glory-] Roaring, the big Dancer charges the field

only to have the small, lithe Strider all but phase into existence at his back. He never sees it coming, but he sure as hell feels it when her teeth rip open his back, crack his spine, splats a chunk of metal and viscera on the ground.

Instantly, weaverspiders fall on the mess, calcifying it away, cleaning it up.

The Dancer’s fate is sealed from then on. He doesn’t believe it, doesn’t want to believe it, keeps roaring defiance every time Kate snaps at him, but it’s only a matter of time before the Fang tears his throat out. He drops. Rage twitches through him, fades away. A second later tiny spiders are beginning to swarm over his corpse as well.

[-glory-] [metal? wtf? i meant bone. bone and viscera.]

[Adara Mires] *bite herald)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5)

[Adara Mires] (damage + 2)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[-glory-] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 6, 6, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[-glory-] Pavement, so flawless and pristine this side of the veil, cracks under the Herald’s weight when it steps around the corner. Perhaps once it was a mighty spirit of the Weaver. Some sort of immensely powerful transmitter-drone. A Manifest of GPS. Perhaps when it was corrupted, navigation systems failed over the midwest for hours. Now it’s a tool of the Wyrm, and the Wyrm has added their own touches.

To call it gargantuan is an understatement. Twenty feet high, a juggernaut of corroded steel and leaking hydraulics, it resembles a humanoid the same way a battleship resembles a rowboat. Every dimension is exaggerated. Every surface is armored. What appears to be an antenna sits atop its undersized head. There are Wyrm glyphs carved deep into its chassis, and foul trinkets and talismans hang and rattle from its wrists, its antenna.

Bolted crudely onto its right arm is an enormous spiked hammer. Fearlessly, Song of Life charges the beast; bounces right off. Machinery whirrs as the Herald lifts its hammer, and then —

KSCHHKK.

— brings it down, shattering webwork, concrete.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Kate can hear it over the pack link as she rips into Flounder. FISHHEADS, FISHHEADS, ROLY POLY FISHHEADS! FISHHEADS, FISHHEADS, EAT THEM UP, YUM!

Oh, shit. Big thing. CHOMP!
[[Bite 1]]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 5, 5, 5, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 8 at target 5)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[DAMAGE]]
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)

[-glory-] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 4, 5, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[-glory-] [-1R to shake off stun!]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Bite 2]]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 7 at target 5)

[-glory-] [*record scratch* rerolling with split mods!]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Try this again. Bite 1]]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 7, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5) Re-rolls: 3

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[DAMAGE]]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 5, 6, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[-glory-] [same soak.]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Bite 2]]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 5) Re-rolls: 2

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Damage]]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 5, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[-glory-] [CLANK. soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Honor’s Compass] [R1: BITING.]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 5, 6, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5)

[Honor’s Compass] [Damage + 2]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[-glory-] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 5, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Adara Mires] (R1 biting)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6) [WP]

[Adara Mires] (damage + 6)
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 5, 5, 5, 7, 8, 9, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[-glory-] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[-glory-] The Garou throw themselves at the giant. Teeth screech off metal. They taste rust; they taste battery acid. They put enough damage in to crush a Dancer, but the Herald barely seems slowed.

whirr, the hammer rises. And falls.

[attacking Kate!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[-glory-] [damage!]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 9 (Failure at target 6)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[BITE NOMNOMNOMNOMNOM]]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 7, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 5) [WP] Re-rolls: 2

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Damage]]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 4, 5, 8, 8, 9, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[-glory-] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 5, 5, 8 (Failure at target 6)

[-glory-] [Herald changes R2 to: knock Sarita back!]

[-glory-] Ferocious beyond what anyone would expect of the easygoing Strider, Sarita rips a sizeable chunk of armor free. It clatters to the ground, smashing the body of the dead Dancer — and a few Weaverspiders besides.

The tiny gafflings whirr in alarm, stiffening where they are, eyes glowing blue. That alarm spreads like a wildfire. Soon, the Garou can see pinpoints of blue everywhere. On buildings, on lightposts where electricity spirits dance; across stretches of webwork that arc austerely overhead.

The Weaver will respond soon, no doubt.

[-glory-] [Herald loses 1 soak. Weaver has been made aware of a class C disturbance in sector 0-120-8. Response imminent: ETA 2-3 turns.

Kate’s R2!]

[Honor’s Compass] [R2 BITE RAR SLASH KATE KILL NOW.]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 5)

[Honor’s Compass] [Damage + 6]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)

[-glory-] [ack soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 5, 6, 8, 8, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Adara Mires] (R2 bite)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 6 at target 5)

[Adara Mires] (damage + 5)
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[-glory-] Another bite, and pistons and feedertubes explode free, hemorrhaging sickly fluid everywhere. The whirring of the Weaver gafflings grows louder, more urgent.

[-glory-]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[-glory-] R2 – slam Sarita back! This is a special attack. Damage is bashing, but Damage x2 = distance thrown in yards x10.
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6 (Botch x 1 at target 7)

[-glory-] [-_-

okay, Sarita takes her next attack at -1 diff.]

[-glory-] R3 – Attack Adara
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[-glory-] Damage +2
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 4, 5, 5, 5, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Adara Mires] (soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 6 (Failure at target 6)

[Honor’s Compass] [Kate is now taking any and all attacks on Adara!]

[-glory-] R4 – Something Evil: Mindcrusher.

Everyone needs to resist this roll with WP vs diff 8! If you don’t match or exceed successes, there will be further details.
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 6, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 4, 6, 7, 7 (Botch x 1 at target 8)

[Adara Mires] (WP)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 7, 8 (Failure at target 8)

[Honor’s Compass] [WP!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 6, 6, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 8)

[-glory-] [round sumup:

Flounder x_x, 2 overkill
Herald 19 damage, on the verge of death

Kate OK
Sarita OK
Adara 6A

PMs coming!]

[-glory-] Creaking, shuddering, falling apart, the behemoth slams its hammer down. The ground shakes. Shakes again when it falls to one knee, fist planted on the asphalt. Weaverspiders skitter and spin, scattering like marbles. The Herald lifts its one unaltered hand — little more than a slab of metal — to its head. It gives a low, wavering moan from its very bowels. It’s a noise of pain and despair, rage, paranoia.

It grows and it grows. Glass begins to shatter. Concrete ripples and buckles. When it hits the Garou, the world turns upside down — black to white, dark to light.

[PMs really coming now]

[-glory-] It’s not so much a vision as flashes, series of impressions:

amunet’s body broken, skewered on the claws of
hunter, it was hunter all along, him and that fucker that went wyrm, that other fucker that left town,
the three of them both fucked her over real good,
they fucked her, her sister: hunter from behind, john in her mouth, leon just waiting his turn,
using her, hands pulling hair, choking her, slapping her,
beating her, breaking her,
body bruised, skin blooming purple and yellow,
skin blooming black, blistering with boils,
turning putrid with rot,
all of them rotting now, skin sloughing, skeletons, dead.

amunet dead, torn in two, her eyes glassy and open.
(why didn’t you protect me?)

[-5 gnosis. if you don’t have that much left, lose WP to cover the difference. gain Nightmares for a week, as well as whatever psychological effects visions might incur.]
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Honor’s Compass] It’s not the blood in her mouth, the stinking flesh she spits from her maw that does it — but that ear-shatteringly, mind-altering moan. The Silver Fang whimpers and shrinks back onto all fours; burying the side of her face against one paw in an attempt to dislodge the impressions suddenly so clear in her minds eye.

Those of her sister, prostituting herself for money.
Those of her brother, ignoring the cries of his son along with his wife.

She whines, the Half Moon and trembles, shaking herself out of this nightmare with force. Her head snaps up, she bristles and snarls; snapping her jaws. Not quite spent yet, Honor’s Compass.

[Adara Mires] She closes her eyes and hsakes. Yes, her whole body is broken and it hurt even more buty she can’t help it. It was too much. She was nothing, just a young girl with too much power. Kinda like Tom Cullen in the Stand. Powerful like hell but dumb. She couldn’t make a proper plan for the brotherhood, she couldn’t fight, she was worhtless.

Who does she think she was, hanging with Adren and the unbroken, thinking she could do as good as them. Maybe it was true, the only reason Carter suffer her is that she was more kin than Garou. Nothing more. Probably why she didn’t get much offer to join a pack. No one wanted her. She was a liability.

She tried to curl but her body doesn’t respond. Her eyes are closed, tears running down her cheek and a lgiht wimpering sound could be heard coming out of the broken shell of a Fury.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] That deep-seeded, terrorizing moan hits the (currently) enthusiastically violent Strider’s ears, and worms its way into her ears. The thoughts that it breaks are unspeakable. They would be unspeakable for those who barley knew the situation. For Sarita, they’re incomprehensible. Even now, in her Hispo form Sarita is less impressive-looking that her fellow combatants due to her smaller size. But no one could mistake her ecstatic leaping around and laying waste in battle.

It’s felt through the pack link. Sarita has laughed, she’s been somber. There have been a couple times that she’s even cried while in Chicago. This would be the first time that anyone’s heard her scream. It’s unrestrained, and shakes with nothing less than absolute horror. Pure pain. The sound is vocalized too, as much as a Hispo can scream. It sounds like a strangled mix of a yelp and a howl. She physically staggers; if the thing had sent her flying across the battlefield, she wouldn’t have looked as punch-drunk as she does now. Even with four legs under her, she nearly falls. She is, momentarily, quite insane…not frienzied, as she could not frenzy in nearly any situation. If she had her full reserves of Rage and hadn’t spent them, she might have had a chance. But instead, she is simply out of her mind.

And it is saying something that she acts as others might in the midst of frenzy, preparing to throw herself at the thing without any single regard to her well-being. She probably couldn’t care if it died or she did right now.

[-glory-] Spent.

That’s a good word for it. That’s what the behemoth is now, all its pain and rage at its own taint and corruption poured out of it in one colossal spasm of horror. It remains as it is, bowed, so very nearly broken. It’ll take almost no effort at all to put it down now, and maybe it wouldn’t even resist. Maybe it won’t even give them that much satisfaction.

But no. Honor’s Compass rises, trembling, on edge and furious and wracked. And with a terrible shriek of metal on metal, unlubricated, all its oil and fuel leaked all over the Weaver’s pristine world — the world that was once its own — the Herald raises its heavy head.

Beneath that hulking brow, the tiny, almost invisible glimmers of red that are its eyes blaze a little brighter. Burn a little hotter.

The Weaver has no survival instinct; no urge for vengeance. A drone feels nothing; it exists and it un-exists, manifests and demanifests as the Weaver needs. As Order demands. This is no longer a drone, though, and with its corruption came some spark, some figment of free will. Deep within, something begins to cycle up. A whine rises, thin and high as a jet turbine’s, underlain by a pulse so low-frequency it’s more felt than heard. Its eyes glow and dim to the same beat.

At the edges of its rusting, decaying chassis, bolts begin to vibrate in their sockets. Begin to glow red-hot.

[Declaration: self destruct sequence! Will explode for massive damage at end of round. Will likely backfire on the one to kill it for somewhat less massive damage.]

[-glory-] [with Herald taking one action at end of round, and with damage mods applied, order of actions becomes:

Kate 16
Sarita 9
Adara 9

Declare!]

[Adara Mires] (noot doing anything except curl into a broken ball and whimper)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [1a: Bite
1b: Bite
1c: Bite]

[Honor’s Compass] [Kate’s reflexive orders: Back off! Something is wrong! We need to get out of range!

1a. Grab at Adara
1b. Drag to safe distance!]

[Honor’s Compass] [1a grab Adara!
1b. Draaaaag. -3 split]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 3)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Bite 1]]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 3, 5, 5, 8, 9, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 5) Re-rolls: 4

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Damage]]
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 4, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)

[-glory-] [okay, he cannot soak it all, but let’s see how badly he dies!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 5, 5, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[-glory-] [KABLAM.

sarita, soak this!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 6, 6, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[-glory-] [kate, soak this … twice!]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Honor’s Compass] [Soak 1]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 5, 5, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Honor’s Compass] [Soak 2!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 5, 5, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[-glory-] Kate – alert, still sharp – calls for an emergency retreat. It’s the smart thing to do. Damn thing’s gonna blow anyway; who cares if they’re not the one to strike the deathblow?

But her companions are in no shape to heed her. Adara is all but catatonic, a whimpering ball on the ground. Spiders are beginning to sample her testingly, extending antennae, feelers. And Sarita —

Sarita’s beyond language.

It says something about Katherine, what she does next. It says something about why she earned her second name. Honor’s Compass. Her packmate is plunging for the heart of the beast. She cannot hope to save them both, shield them both. And between her own packmate — savage and half-mad but unharmed — and a near-stranger, a young Cliath of no particular attachment to her, but so grievously wounded that she couldn’t possibly survive a full-force blast: she makes that choice.

The white wolf grabs Adara in her teeth. Flings her over her back and runs. And Sarita — roaring or screaming or both — leaps at the Herald, the picture of blind vengeance.

It only takes a single bite. She feels her teeth buckle metal. Crunch through something delicate and volatile. There’s an instant in which her heart all but stops. Then the world explodes, heat and light and a blast that shatters her eardrums, collapses the smallest alveoli of her lungs.

She’s thrown backwards, burnt, battered. Twenty yards away, Katherine flings herself over Adara an instant before the white-hot flash of detonation resolves into a billowing red fireball, roars over her back, reduces the tips of her fur to fine ash.

Then it’s over. The Herald is gone. Seconds later, a thin metal pole, twisted by heat and charred by flame, clatters down on the empty street: the last remnant of that broadcast antenna that had channeled such horrors into their minds. And far down the street, the rigid, lockstepped shadows of much, much larger spiders approach.

The Weaver is coming. They need to leave, now.

[Honor’s Compass] [Strength of Purpose, Stam + Rituals, per 2 suxx, recover a WP to max, vs Diff 7]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 6, 6, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7)

[-glory-] [+3WP to all!]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She actually sounds surprised when she does enough damage to put the thing down. Not just for the fireball that sends her flying, but for the fact that she killed it. She didn’t even reckon she would get close enough before it crushed her. So when she feels the explosion engulf her and send her flying, it takes a moment or two after the fact for her to realize it was the herald’s destruction and not another weapon. She’s staggering back to her feet and looks about ready to fling herself back into the fray.

Then she realizes that there’s no fray to jump back into. Just the Weaver, coming for them. And the pain of the explosion has ripped her out of her fugue state just enough to be aware of her surroundings; of her packmate and the injured Adara. It’s just enough for her to forget about launching herself at something else to kill and instead getting the others to safety.

She shifts up to Crinos and moves to help Kate to her feet, and to pick Adara up.

“Let’s go.” It’s said in the High Tongue. It’s probably actually something like “Let us depart from our present location with urgency and, to wit, post-haste,” but all Sarita knows it as is ‘Let’s go.’ Adara is slung over her shoulder and she follows Kate’s lead to go to the Sept.

[-glory-] [btw, i’m pretty much done with rolls at this point! if you guys wanna keep playing til they’re safe, i’m happy to keep narrating. but dice are finito!

final tally:

Wimp: Fled the field
Flounder: Dead, 7HP, 2 overkill
Herald: Dead, 20HP, 3 overkill
Sarita 3A
Kate 2A
Adara 6A]

[Honor’s Compass] The Silver Fang’s fur is charred, but she’s suffered far worse.

Hell, the last time she died was from far worse. The Hispo Silver Fang gives a brief shake of her smoking coat and pushes herself from her protective stance atop the Fury. It would never be pity that had Katherine Bellamonte drag another from battle but purely, should they ever ask, the fact that her father had perished, doing precisely thus.

Trying to drag his pack-mates to safety; getting cut off from them in the attempt; dying, alone.

She would never leave another to die in such a way, in truth, it might well spell her own death, in times to come. But not this morning, this morning she drags the Black Fury from the depths of her own demise and covers her, then rises and shakes off death like a coat of unwelcome dust.

When Sarita arrives, she is greeted with steady study by pale wolf eyes; then a nudging.

Let’s go.
Whuff.

They go.

[Adara Mires] She felt worthless, useless, insignificant. Her weakness forced Katherine to save her, protect her as if she was a mere child. She never felt so depressed in her life. Then something happened, so will seeped into the broken shell of the young Fury. She stopped shaking for the moment, stopped crying and whimpering.

She is picked from Kate’s back and over Sarita’s shoulder. She frowned “Put me down” She say with conviction. SHe was shamed enough as it is. Getting hurt badly with one blow, then the shaking and crying. She was better than this..was she really? She wasn’t sure anymore but she wouldn’t be carried like a baby. She shouldn’t be moving or running but she doesn’t care. She was stubborn that way

She litterally willed herself to run, overcoming the pain. For now, at least, she will appear to be worthy of being with her two companions. She could crack again later, in the privacy of her room.

[Adara Mires] (*some will seeped…)

[-glory-] They go.

It’s not easy. Katherine’s very presence has given them some new strength of will; some new resolve they didn’t know they had before. And they need it, every ounce. The empty, pristine streets they passed on the way here have shown their denizens. All those perfect, flawless, soulless creations of the Weaver: the very reason these areas of the Penumbra are able to remain so spotless. So magnificent.

They’re everywhere on the way back. Sentry-spiders. Hunter-killers. Cleanup crews calcifying everything, everything. The wolves have to sneak and dodge. They have to scale skyscrapers, cross wind-whipped tightropes of webbing. One of them nearly fall. The commotion is enough to draw the attention of dozens of spiders.

And then they all have to run for their lives. Spy-seekers hovering overhead, searchlights raking the streets for their fleeing forms. Hunter-killers thundering after them with lightning-fast, rail-precise motions of its many legs. Hover-bugs whirling above them, deadly copter-blades slashing for their necks. When they burst out of the frozen heart of the city, the air feels like it has texture and taste again at last.

When they cross that magical line, the border of their Caern, they can feel the presence of friendly spirits. Guardian-shades of the Caern rearing up at the bawn’s edge, stonefaced and immobile, standing firm as an entire army of the Weaver-drones race to the border

and stop as one.

There are no curses. No threats. No waving of fists, brandishing of swords. Merely a mute second of calculation; the risk balanced against the reward. Far, far away, they can see a giant, a spirit of telecom, an uncorrupted twin of the creature they put down tonight. Then, without a sound, without any sign of deliberation or decision, the Weaver’s creatures all turn in synchrony. They move away, some north, some south, some west, some straight up. They disappear into those shining, deadly corridors of their city.

The night is quiet again.

A Good, Hard Talking To

[Amunet Knezevic] She’s still tired and sore. Her body clock is off beyond being repaired by anything short of a full 24 hours of sleep, and her skin is sallow and ashy. Sarita is buzzed up, and the door of the condo is left slightly ajar in anticipation of her arrival as Amy mixes up a pitcher of mojitos.

This is a benefit of living on the Mile.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] The Strider is looking…all right. She’s far from great, but she’s not a wreck like she has been. Honestly though, even looking like a wreck tends to be handled well by Sarita. She’s good at hiding that shit behind a grin and a smile. But she just looks…at ease right now. For the moment.

She knocks on the door before she slips inside. “Avon calling!”

[Amunet Knezevic] She calls out from the kitchen “Better not have any of that cheap assed Skin so Soft. Shit gives me a rash.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Oh, is THAT why you got the rash.” She grins and makes her way toward the kitchen. “S’up, chica? You…”

It trails off when she sees Amy, a frown forming. “Jesus Christ. You okay?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “I’m great. I made mojitos. Have you had these things?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Once upon a time.” She looks her sister over. “You look like shit, Ames. Seriously.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “Thanks Sar. Fucking good to see you too.” She pours two glasses, pushing one across the granite to her. “I just haven’t been sleeping much. No big deal.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I’m sorry.” She takes the drink and cocks her head to the side. “Why not? What’s going on?”

[Amunet Knezevic] Her tone is kept carefully casual, eyes on the counter. “Oh, you know. Newlyweds.” She moves stiffly, motioning her sister along as she moves slowly toward the couch.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] That doesn’t exactly ease her smile. “You mean that in a good way, I hope.”

Hey, it’s a fair question to ask. Amy’s relationships haven’t exactly been healthy so far.

[Amunet Knezevic] “He’s good to me, Sar. I told you that.” She settles in on the couch carefully.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “You also say that Leon’s not a terrible person.” She frowns and moves to sit down.

[Amunet Knezevic] “Did I tell you I saw him a couple weeks ago?” Deflect, Ames. Deflect.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “A couple weeks ago.” She frowns. She’s doing a lot of that in a short amount of time. “How did that happen?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “He was at Stefan’s hotel for some reason. We got caught in the elevator. My own personal hell.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “He’s a little fucker. You know he called me and bitched my ass out about Mickey getting hurt?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “He what?” She pauses, glass halfway to her lips for a drink.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah. He threatened to talk to Lukas about it. Long story short, the call ended with ‘Go ahead, I’ll tell my side and we’ll see who walks away with their legs intact.’ Then I called him a douche and hung up on him.”

She shrugs. “He’s totally out to get me at this point.”

[mantis] [lurk a durk a durk?]
to Amunet Knezevic, Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Lurk away!]]
to Amunet Knezevic, mantis

[Amunet Knezevic] She sighs, looking disgusted. “I fucking TOLD her to stay put. And I didn’t take us all there thinking that we were going to run into wyrm creatures on vacation.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I don’t blame Mickey. She took a risk, and yeah, she got hurt but she got some pretty serious good done as well. Ain’t nothin’ you’ve never done before. I’m just pissed that Compensating-For-A-Small-Dick decided to use it as an excuse for revenge.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “He does have a pretty small dick.” She nods, half smiling. “He was an ass when I talked to him, too. Totally doesn’t see why John’s frenzy could have anything to do with him.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That’s because he refuses to accept that it’s his fault. Fuckstain.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “Those two fucking deserve each other. Don’t care who the fuck they hurt, and nothing is ever their fault.” It makes sense in her head, but to the outside observer the jump in logic may fall short.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Wait, which two? Leon and…Mickey?” Yeah, falling short here.

[Amunet Knezevic] “Fucking Leon and fucking Matthews.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Oh.” She blinks. “Okay, what did Hunter do this time?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “What Hunter does is pretty much none of my concern anymore. Though if he wanted to die in a fire, I’d bring the fucking marshmallows.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Well, then.” She takes a drink of her mojito. Her expression directed to Amy is one of definite concern. “What happened between you guys?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “He fucked me, he dumped me, he was a flaming cock to me, I got fucking sick of it. Cliff notes version.” She takes a long drink of her own mojito shrugging a shoulder. “His fucking whore told him all kinds of shit, and he came her to rip into me about it. It finally occurred to me that he doesn’t give a fuck about me. He never did.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She blinks. The look on her face is the pure and distilled form of that internet acronym, ‘WTF?’ Sarita doesn’t even know the term that well, but that’s what’s showing on her face.

“You were fucking Hunter? When?”

[Amunet Knezevic] She’s quiet a minute. “Couple days after I found out about John. I was drunk.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Jesus.” She looks like she just…doesn’t know what to say to that. So she busies herself with her drink, downing a fair amount.

“Um. So yeah.” An uncomfortable moment passes. “So…what else is new with you?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “We’ve been talking a lot. Stefan and I About anger and rage and what happens when you keep things bottled up too long.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Oh yeah?” She cocks her head to the side. “That’s good, I guess. Is it helping?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “I’m pissed off about a lot of shit, Sar. I have been for a long time. And without an outlet, I was letting it eat me alive and doing shit that could have gotten me killed. Stefan has shown me that I need an outlet, and that when I’m dealing with my anger, I’m not a danger to myself.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I know you have been.” She nods. “I’ve been hoping I was helping by letting you talk about it. I guess not…and I’m sorry.”

She gives Amy a tiny, apologetic smile.

[Amunet Knezevic] “You didn’t do anything wrong. You don’t even know half of what I’m pissed off about. I’ll be right back, okay? There’s more mojito in the kitchen.”

She gets up, moving quickly for the bedroom.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Um…okay.” She watches Amy head off and looks like she’s half a hair’s breadth from following her, but she doesn’t. She takes a breath, standing but not following, and then shakes her head as she goes for another drink.

[Amunet Knezevic] She splashes some water on her face, runs a comb in her hair, washes her hands, and helps herself to a tiny bump from the very little that’s left over. Just enough to take the edge off, Ames.

Mission accomplished, she heads back out to the living room and her drink

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Per+Emp: Are you on bad white powder?]]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 6, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Amunet Knezevic] Everything is clearer now. That’s all she needed. Clear her head, calm her nerve. Moving back to the couch she plucks her glass from the floor, going into the kitchen to meet Sar and refill it.

[Amunet Knezevic] (These are not the cokeheads you’re looking for)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]

[Amunet Knezevic] (Kahseeno… what did I ever do to you?)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] It’s the sudden difference in her demeanor. The calmness, the clarity. People don’t just go that way after heading into the bedroom for a couple of minutes. Her eyes narrow and she sets the glass and pitcher down hard, making her way over with a few quick strides to grab Amy and look her in the face. She sees the dilated pupils on the way…all the little signs in body language. She’s spent a life time battling coke dealers, and she’s certain of it here.

“Really, Amy? Fucking REALLY?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “What?” She tries for innocent, but it falls short. Her eyes flicker away, and she tries to pull away from her sister.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Don’t give me that shit.” She stares at her sister hard, eyes narrow. “Is THIS how you talk about your anger? Get coked up and then get fucked up?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “Fucked up how? I’m fine. I just have to stay up today so I can sleep tonight. I just have to get my schedule back.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “You think I didn’t see how carefully you sat down?” As if to emphasize, she pokes her side. “I’m not fucking stupid. And what was the one FUCKING rule we’ve talked about? The only single one?”

[Amunet Knezevic] She winces “Sar I’m fine. Stefan takes care of me.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Stefan lets you get coked up and fucked up, and you call that taking care of you. Are you fucking serious?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “He didn’t get me fucked up Sar. Jesus. It’s none of your fucking business, anyway. You don’t need to fucking worry about me anymore. You go worry about your pack, and let him worry about me.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She grabs Amy’s arm, glaring. “You’re my fucking sister, Amy. I will always–ALWAYS–worry about you. I don’t give a fuck about some psycho Shadow Lord who obviously doesn’t seem to give a shit about your welfare. I love you and I will not let you fucking destroy yourself like this.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “He’s helping me, Sar. He got me away from fucking Defiance. He’s helping me deal with hit. He loves me.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Turning you into a fucking COKE JUNKIE and beating the shit out of you is not helping you.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “Jesus FUCK. Do I look like a fucking junkie to you? Fucking seriously?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah. Frankly, you do. You look like you’ve been on a fucking bender.” Her lip curls, her expression about half-anger and half-pained anguish.

[Amunet Knezevic] She looks away, twisting her glass on the counter. “I just needed to not think for a while.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “This is SO fucked-up, Amy.” She shakes her head, hands squeezed into fists. “I knew I shouldn’t have fucking agreed to this.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “And then what? John dies and Hunter uses me and you’ve got your fucking pack now and I just get fucking abandoned? That’s fucking better?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I’ve ALWAYS offered to be there for you. And I’ve tried to fucking be there for you, as much as possible. You’re the one who keeps blocking me out and running away from me to other people. The only problem my pack has in regard to us is the fact that you’ve decided I’ve chosen them over you.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “You’re fucking stupid if you haven’t.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I haven’t CHOSEN anyone, for FUCK’S SAKE!” She grabs her own hair, looking like she’s about to pull it out. “I can be in the pack and still [b]be your sister[/i]!!! You just have to not throw me out the fucking door!”

[Amunet Knezevic] “You think anybody else in your pack worries this much about kin? I promise they don’t”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yes, they do. Jesus Christ, Amy.” She lets go of Amy finally, walking across the room and pressing the palms of her hands into her eyes in frustration. She’s tense, angry. She’s on the verge of a breakdown of some sort, it would seem.

[Amunet Knezevic] “You’ve got better things to do now than taking care of me. If Stefan wants to do it, then let him”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “He’s NOT TAKING CARE OF YOU!” They probably heard that in one of the other floors above and/or below them. That’s how loud she yells–practically screams–it.

[Amunet Knezevic] She winces, arms crossing. “You don’t understand, Sar. You don’t know what he’s doing for me. How much he’s helping me.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “This is not FUCKING helping you. My god, you’ve COMPLETELY lost your mind. Doing fucking COKE and being bruised up by the guy who’s supposed to be taking care of you is NOT helping. Shit, the only difference I see between him and Leon is that at least fucking LEON didn’t get you coked up.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “And Stefan doesn’t make me feel like shit about myself. He makes me feel better about myself. Which is something none of the rest of them did”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “How? How the FUCK does he make you possibly feel better about yourself when your in this fucking state?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “It’s not like this is how we are all the time.” She’s made so many excuses lately, justified so much.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “You’d better come out with a very good fucking explanation, Amy.” She gives the other woman a very hard look. “You’ve got one chance to do so before I drag you out of here and find the nearest rehab facility and shove you into it. Whether I’ve got the right to do so bedamned.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “I don’t need fucking rehab. Jesus fuck. Two fucking days doesn’t mean you fucking need rehab.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “One. Fucking. Chance.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “He loves me, Sar. He’s helping me deal with shit. He’s helping me get rid of things that haunt me.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She gives Amy a look that says ‘Continue,” arms folded across her chest and back ramrod straight.

[Amunet Knezevic] She doesn’t know where else to go from there. She can’t explain, not without the whole thing blowing up into an even worse mess.

“I just. He loves me.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Leon said that too. Look how that turned out.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “That was different.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That was different how?” She keeps that intense, hard gaze on Amy. “Make me believe this, Amy.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “I’m mated now, Sar. You can’t do anything about it.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “And let’s pretend for a moment that I won’t take you away anyway and go straight to Katherine to reclaim you because your mate’s an abusing, cokehead shit.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “No he is NOT. Jesus fuck. He’s never abused me. He never would.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Then explain why you’re walking funny. And for FUCK’s SAKE, explain the god damn motherfucking cocaine!”

[Amunet Knezevic] “I’ll give you one chance to just not go there, and then not have to hear shit that you probably don’t want to have to picture your baby sister doing or having done to her.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Your average person might consider that, even as disturbing as the way Amy put it might sound. Sarita is not your average person. She can take a lot of shit and a lot of lies. But not from that baby sister. Not from the closest person to her, pack or not. She knows she might be making a mistake, but she shakes her head.

“I need to know. It can’t be worse than what I’m imagining.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “Fine. He’s fucked me in every possible place and every possible position as many times as we could manage over the last couple of days. Which is a fucking LOT. So yeah, I’m a little sore from getting a cock rammed in me. He didn’t hit me. He fucked me hard.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She frowns. Clearly, NOT something she wanted to hear. But hey, she’s been dealing with a lot of that from Amy since they arrived in Chicago, and it’s frankly way better than it could have been. Sarita looks Amy over, examining her closely as if to see if she’s holding back…and she doesn’t seem to. So she nods.

“Okay. Ew, but okay. See, not worse than what I was imagining. And the other?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “I warned you.” She picks up her now watered down drink and downs it in one shot. “He wanted to try it when we were in Vegas. I promised I wouldn’t do it anymore unless he was with me.”

Her eyes stay on the counter top, fully aware of what she’s confessing and who she’s confessing it to.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She scowls, but she doesn’t yell. “So you were doing it on your own before that.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “Yeah. More since everything happened.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She frowns. She looks like she wants to scream, wants to yell…but nothing’s coming. She shakes her head and turns back toward the kitchen.

“I need a fucking drink.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “You’re making a big deal out of it, Sar. It’s not that big of a deal. I can stop whenever I want to. I stopped for a while when… fuckhead asked me to.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “It’s COCAINE, Amy. The cemeteries are full of people who said they could stop whenever they wanted to.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “It’s not a big deal. I’m not a fucking cokehead. Jesus.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah, okay.” She sounds a little uncertain, or worried perhaps is the better term. Hidden under wryness. She pours herself a tall glass of the drink and takes a large draught from it.

[Amunet Knezevic] She deflates a little, leaning on the counter. “I’m sorry. I know you hate the shit. But I’ve totally got it under control.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She’s quiet for a moment, drinking more. After she’s swallowed, she pulls the glass from her lips and stares at it. “Hate doesn’t describe it. Lemme ask you, Amy…when you hear ‘cancer,’ what’s your emotional reaction?”

[Amunet Knezevic] She looks instantly angry, fingers curling so that her nails bite into her palms.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Exactly.” She nods a little. She’s sympathetic and even apologetic. “Cancer killed your mom, Ames. White drugs are the reason mine is.”

[Amunet Knezevic] She sighs, looking guilty.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks at her, uncertain, before she looks away. “Listen…I just. I’ve heard things about this guy. Not…good things. I’m worried.”

[Amunet Knezevic] She’s quiet for a few seconds. “What kinds of things?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Just that he…” She purses her lips. “That me might hurt you. Not intentionally, but…that he’s, like, blank underneath that shiny friendly exterior. I’m pretty sure the gist was that he was a little bit, or more than a little bit, fucked up in the head.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “Who told you that?” She looks angry, nails biting into her palms again. “Joey? Or ~him~?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “No, it wasn’t them. Shit, I haven’t seen Hunter outside of the big shindig since…hell, for a while. Joey and I don’t talk about shit like that.” She sighs. “It was Lukas. He’d noticed something off about him, heard about some sort of weird thing that happened that kept him out of Defiance. Obviously he’s not spreading the information around like wildifre. He only told me because he was worried.”

[Amunet Knezevic] Her head shakes, fingers unclenching slowly. “He’s not like that Sar. Not with me. He loves me.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She frowns, but nods. “He’d better not be. I have this trick with a stolen Ford Escort, gasoline, three hundred bucks worth of dynamite and a bridge I’ve been dying to try out.”

She’s approximately 43% joking.

[Amunet Knezevic] She sighs again “He’s good to me, Sar. I promise.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Good.” She frowns, and then it melts away.

“I’m sorry. You’re a big girl, and you can take care of yourself. Ain’t ever gonna stop worrying about you or trying to help.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “You went a long time without worrying about me. A lot longer than you have worried.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah, but…” She shrugs and pulls out a cigarette. “When you showed up…it seemed natural, you know? Like…I don’t know. I didn’t know about you, but like instinctively I’d been waiting for you. Even before I knew you were actually who you said you were.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “I always knew who you were. Just not who you really were.” She sighs, coming over to hug her tightly. “I’ll stop, okay? I promise.”

A Kinfolk Talk At The Loft

[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.

Monster.
Law Keeper.
Alpha.

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.
[[Drunk-ER?]]
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.”

[glug!]
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

Save yourself!

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.”

Glug.
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.

“Fish 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.

He Clears The Air…Kinda

[Leon Davenport] It was friday evening, a night to go out and have fun. Instead, he had called a meeting he dreaded going to. He had been given the loft’s adress when he had contacted Lukas and drove the black Lexus there. He stepped out and made his way inside. The tall, athletic blond man was dressed in a dark suit, with a blue shirt and no tie.

He was greeted by lucille and lead to Lukas’s location. He was nervous, ucomfortable and partly afraid of how things will turn out. He had no real hope it’ll go well ofr him, but sometimes things had to be said and done no matter how hard they were.

He stopped, looking serious, offering a small bow to the Shadow Lord when he was in his presence “Good evening Rhya, thank you for seeing me” He says in a polite tone

[Wyrmbreaker] Might not help that there’s thunder in the sky tonight. A sudden and humid warmth in the air, almost oppressive in its abruptness and in the contrast to month upon month of ice and snow. Even now, driving up to the Loft, rain patters against Leon’s windshield. Leaves the shoulders of his suit faintly damp as he enters Katherine’s home; is shown upstairs by Katherine’s maid.

Lukas is in the rumpus room, feet bare. No restaurant service for him. He has a weapon in hand that no one in this Sept has ever seen him use in combat, and no one outside of his pack has ever seen him use, period. It’s a longsword: the cross and pommel unadorned, the blade long and gleaming-dark, indicative of carbon content in the steel. It looks old, but it’s not an heirloom. Not judging by the way he uses it, slamming it through quick straight cuts, blindingly fast.

Leon comes into sight and Lukas comes to a stop. He’s casually dressed – a plain white t-shirt, grey drawstring pants, swordbelt crossing his wide chest. He sheathes the sword over his shoulder, grabbing up a towel to blot sweat off his brow, the back of his neck. “No problem,” he says, gesturing Leon toward the cluster of couches and beanbag chairs near the entertainment center. “Thanks for coming out to the Loft.

“What’s going on?”

[Danicka] Lukas’s iPhone, lying — perhaps — on top of an end table where he left it, chimes. Or buzzes. And a picture of a rather lovely blonde woman, smiling good-naturedly (patiently) at the camera appears on the screen with big friendly letters: Danicka

[Leon Davenport] He watched Lukas handling a weapon. Great, jst great. Well this is the night I die it seem, he thinks sourly to himself. Well there’s no time like the present for it no? He took a deep breath “I have three things I need to talk with you about. Some not really..enjoyable for me.”

He walk and sit on the couch. He was nervous and tried notto show it. He was here to do the honorable thing after all, and also do things properly. Too bad ofr him, the honorable thing will probably put him in more trouble and then the proper thing will be denied. He knew it but will go through the motions anyway.

“The first thing I wanted to talk to you about was your impression of your tribesmate Nathalie. A kin of my tribe is living with her. Nathalie gave me a good impression, if too eager when I met with her. I jsut wanted to know if you think it’s safe for my kin to hang with her”

Ok, first subject on the way. The most innocent one too.

[Wyrmbreaker] Quick, a faint frown sketches it way across Lukas’s brow. “Nathalie generally means well,” he says, “but her rage sometimes exceeds her control, and her better intentions sometimes lead to worse ends. She’s sworn to do better. If nothing else, I believe she’ll try, and Shadow Lords don’t often make futile attempts. But in the end it’s your call, and you’ll have to make it based on your best judgment. As far as I can tell, you’re the one standing for the Walker kin now.”

His phone goes off. Lukas turns his head unhurriedly, then reaches over to pick it up. “I have to get this. Can you give me one minute?” He slides the accept button, raises the phone to his ear. “Ahoj, lásko. I’m at the Loft meeting with Leon right now.”

[Leon Davenport] He considered Lukas words about Nathalie. Well that was interesting. Seem liek Mickey went from the frying pan into the fire. He’ll have to talk to her about that. Then again, he’s not the one the kin wants to bed, so she mgiht ignore his warning and stay with the Shadow Lord anyway.

He nodded to Lukas “Thank you Rhya, I wanted the opinion of someone who knew her some. I’ll decide what I’ll do about it”

HLukas’s phone rang and Leon watched the Adren pick it up. He nodded to him when he asked for a minute and looked around. His pericing blue eyes looked at the room, not sure if he was grateful for the interruption or not. Part of him want this to be over as quickly as possible. The other part, wants to get the hell out and move ot Hawaaii

[Wyrmbreaker] Whatever the response is, it gets a brief smile out of Wyrmbreaker. Brief, but it’s genuine. Warm. And not an expression one sees often on his face; not quite the same way he smiles at a friend, or a packmate.

“Sounds good,” he says. “See you.”

After she hangs up, he does as well, locking the screen on his phone and setting it back face-down on the endtable. He turns his attention back to Leon, his expression expectant.

[Leon Davenport] He exhale slowly when Lukas’s attention came back to him. Here goes nothing “I have something I want to ask you, but first I need to tell you something that happened in february, something that was settled but keep popping out. So before you hear about it from someone else, if you haven’t already and because I well I need your approval and don’t feel I’d be worthy of it if I hide something like that”

He paused, what he has to say doesn’t seem like it will come out easilly “When I arrived in Chicago, late january, I met Amunet, Sarita’s sister. We started seeing each other, with her sister’s silent consent. It didn’t go very smoothly and after quite a few incidents, that i won’t mention unless you really need me to, I frenzied briefly on her and hit her quite hard, in Crinos. She got a commotion and broken wrist from that blow”

it was hard for him to confess, and his shame was apparent in his face. “I talked to Sarita after the incident, to apologize and set things right. Later, she had a talk with my Alpha to set conditions for me. Maybe our inital agreement wasn’t enough or maybe I was wrong and only thought weagreed. Anyway, they came with three conditions that I”ve been following: No contact with Amunet, no pursuing kin from another tribe without that kin’s Elder’s consent and take anger management lessons with a Philodox”

“He tilt his head “I don’t agree particularly with the last one but I’ll do it. I messed up and will take my responsabilities. I was hoping I could talk to Honor’s Compass about it. I think it would please Sarita if somone she trust and respect was supervising those lessons.

I’m not proud of what I did, and still feel the guilt for my actions. I have learned that, despites the saying anything worth having is hard, well sometime you just have to let go.”

He look at Lukas “So there you have it. This is what I needed to confess before getting to the other reason for this meeting”

[Wyrmbreaker] “I’ve heard about it,” Lukas says simply. “I’ve heard about why you lost your temper, and to be frank, I’m surprised you didn’t mention that yourself. It’s a mitigating circumstance, if nothing else.

“I have some questions, though. First: ‘silent consent’ — does that mean you asked her and she didn’t say no? Or that she found out otherwise and didn’t stop you? Second: you frenzied and hit her? Or you bit back a frenzy before it took hold and hit her? When we descend into frenzy, Leon, we use tooth and claw.”

[Leon Davenport] He seem to relax a little. The weight was off his shoulders and Lukas already knew. Now the hardest would be coming, once the hitting Amy subject was over. “I could hav talked about those circumstances but in the end. I made a mistake. I should have walked away sooner instead of waiting till I snap”

He paused before answering Lukas’s questions

“Silent consent is that we didn’t hide from her. She was with us the first night Amy decided to sleep with me. Ishould have asked her directly I guess, but he knew where Amy and I were gonig and didn’t say anything. Then on the next few days, we hanged the three of us. She neversaid no. So considered that she wasn’t against it. We laso had a few talks about what was happening between me and her sister. She gave some advises and all. To me, it meant that she accepted what was happening”

Another pause as he consider Lukas’s question “Did I frenzy? I odn’t know for sure. I mean I know I saw red, my brain shut down for a while, almsot liek a black out. I found myself towering over Amunet sprawling on the floor with parts of a broken bed in hands, ready to stab her. I stopped there, shifted back to homid and left. Maybe I jsut lost it in a purely human way, or had some kind of flash frenzy. I did care for her, maybe that stopped me fron killing her. Though Iheard about other frezying and once it was over, they had killed loved ones.

I wish I could tell you with certainity. I know I went nuts, lost control and got it back at the last moment”

[Wyrmbreaker] Totemphone!

Sarita, Leon says you gave implicit acceptance of his relationship with your sister before he blew it. He also says after he hit Amy, you and he settled it on the condition that he stays away from Amy, asks tribal alphas before pursuing another tribe’s kin, and learns to control himself from a Philodox. He says on those conditions, the two of you put the matter to rest. Is that true?
to Katherine Bellamonte, Danicka, Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] A pause. Like, a couple of beats of dumbfounded pause.

Oh, you gotta be shitting me. Honestly, no that’s not accurate. The first part is true. I let them see each other. The second part is true with several details changed. The first time we talked over it, he threw two grand at me like that was gonna cover shit. At the time I was more worried about my sister who was acting like an abused house wife and we had a shattered bed that he almost stabbed her with as well as medical bills, so I used it to pay for those. Later, after I talked to Sinclair I realized that I wasn’t looking out for those other kin he might be around, so I talked with Matthieu. He and I came to that arrangement, yes. I don’t think he’s completely met it, since it’s been a month and he’s made no attempt to contact any Philodoxes, but yeah. I’ve still held up my end.”
to Danicka, Wyrmbreaker, Katherine Bellamonte

[Wyrmbreaker] There’s a pause on Lukas’s end too, so long that Leon might wonder if the Lord had somehow gotten ahold of a philodox’s gift for seeing truth through lies. It’s not that, though. It’s something at once simpler and more complex: astuteness, intelligence. Thought.

And connection.

“If you want to put this behind you,” he says finally, “then you need to own up to your faults and rise above them.

“It’s true that you came to me; you told me what had happened. You didn’t necessarily have to. This matter was settled, and even if it wasn’t — I’m not a Philodox. But there’s a defensiveness about the way you’re telling me that makes me think this isn’t just a fit of conscience. You spin the story to make yourself look better. Less guilty. More victimized. You didn’t tell me that Amunet cheated on you and that’s why you lost your temper, true. But nor did you tell me you tried to buy Sarita’s silence first, and only later, at her insistence, went to the mediation of Matthieu. You imply that because Sarita never protested, you didn’t need to seek her permission in the first place. You quibble over whether or not you actually frenzied, when — let’s be honest, Leon — if you had, Amunet would be dead.

“Now, you keep alluding to a third reason you came here tonight. That makes me think the reason you came to me at all, confessed at all, is an attempt to look good so you can ask me for something. And I’ll tell you this. The appearance of honor isn’t going to cut it. If you want me to think you honorable enough to trust, you need to show me genuine remorse. And you need to show genuine reformation in your actions.

“Whether or not Sarita protested, it was your duty to go to her as Amy’s guardian. To tell her of your intentions, and to fulfill whatever condition she asked of you. That burden is on you, the suitor, not her, the warder.

“Whether or not you were angry with Amunet, you didn’t lose it entirely. If you did, she’d be dead. You had the presence of mind not to rip her apart. You chose, on some level, to go to warform and hit a kinswoman.

“Whether or not she deserved punishment for what she did, you should have sought the price from another Garou. The other one in her bed, or the one that warded her. It’s dishonorable to take that price out on a kin.

“Whether or not you agree with this … anger management deal, you made it, and you must abide by it. You must pay that debt.

“And you need to own up to all your other faults. So long as you slink about defending your actions and your wrongdoings, you’ll never leave them behind completely. The only way to restore your honor is to stand up and say, yes. I fucked up. I courted a kin without permission. I took a bloodprice out on her when she was disloyal to me. I tried to buy off her warder. I haven’t paid my dues fully. I know it. I won’t do it again, and I’ll prove it starting today. Starting this moment.

“When you can do all that, you’ll start winning back your honor. Until then, the deeper you bury this, the more it’ll rot and stink.”

Pause.

“Now, what was your request?”

[Danicka] A little while later — she must have already been in her car driving around when she called — Danicka’s Infinity pulls up to the Loft. It’s been a long time since she’s been here. She didn’t come for Katherine’s celebratory party. She’s been here to pick up or drop off Gabriella after spending an evening contributing to the deliquency of a minor. She’s been here to meet with Katherine about maybe doing the exact opposite of contributing to the delinquency of that particular minor.

Truth be told, she has little knowledge whatsoever of what became of Gabriella. And truth be told — it tells you a great deal of what sort of woman she is — Danicka has never cared enough to ask.

The Infiniti parks, and Danicka gets out, wearing a pair of sheer black stockings with a flocked pattern of widely latticed ribbons creating diamonds of sheer within bands of velvet black. Her feet are slipped into patent black heels with electric blue soles, but the color of Shadow Lords ends there. Her dress is a lighter blue than the undersides of those heels, a rather shiny wiggle dress straight out of the 60s that ends just below her knee and is cinched about her waist with a silver belt. There’s a silver bracelet around her left wrist, a white gold ring around her third left finger, and a thin chain around her neck that might be white gold, might be something even more fine, ending in a small pendant that rests atop the shiny blue dress. It’s simple, really, a diamond set within an infinity knot.

She strides to the front door, is allowed in by Lucille, and soon enough her heels can be heard tapping quietly on the floorboards as she makes her way towards Lukas’s voice.

[Wyrmbreaker] [wait! um. reword: “But nor did you tell me you tried to buy Sarita’s silence first, and only later, at her insistence, agreed to the present terms.”]

[Wyrmbreaker] [i am too lazy to transcribe that into totemspeak but you can all assume Lukas gives an abridged version of what-all is going on across the totemlink!]
to Katherine Bellamonte, Danicka, Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Leon Davenport] He blinked. Ok..not exactly what he was aiming there. He frowned slightly but stayed silent for a long time.”

“I didn’t come here because of the third reason. It just happened to be timed well with the decision to come to you. You may or may not believe it. It’s fine.” He say and shook his head

“I could probably argue all night about what you told me. The gist of it is true. And I”m willing to own up to what I did. But a lot of what you know might be incomplete. And that’s not the point. I didn’t come here to blame Sarita, or Amy or myself. I just wanted you to know what happened.”

His piercing blue eyes looked at lukas “As ofr the third reason, your words told me your answer. I pretended, I ‘haven’t paid my price, so no matter what Isay, until I’ve done so, t’s not even worth wasting your time and ask it”

He had a feeling Sarita gave him her version of events over the totem phone. It didn’t matter. “I’m sorry I took so much of your time Rhya” He said, getting up

[Wyrmbreaker] “Ask me anyway,” Lukas says, “so I know what it is you want.”

[Leon Davenport] He stop in his movement and sat back. He took a few breaths “I wanted to ask your permission about seeing one of your kin, Luana Kirchmann. Not claiming her or anythign like htat. Just the right to spend time with her, talk to her and see where things will lead.

I met her around the time I met Amunet. We spent some time together, and learned only recently that she was kin to your tribe. We had a falling out for some time but things are better. She knows about everything I told you. So I was wondering if I could be allowed to be in her presence. ”

He say, politly. He hand his hands on his knees and tried to look relaxed. But he knew Lukas’s next words will probably hurt. He cared for Luana, more than he did for almost everything else. He knew that being denied the right ot be around her will kill him. He expected both..the refusal and the death.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] They can feel it. That self-control…holding back and trying not to say anything. She clearly wants to but she doesn’t want to sound like the defensive woman who’s sister got hurt and now is just lashing out.

The resolve doesn’t hold, and it bursts out of her mind like water out of a dam that’s been blown up in some James Bond film. “Oh MY GOD he’s so full of shit about just wanting to let you know! He and Matthieu both were both specific about keeping you two out of the loop.” Meaning Lukas and Katherine. “I’ll bet you a gajillion dollars that he’s pissed because I saw Gina playing footsie with his knee at the Kin-Elder meeting, and I told Matthieu that if Matt was going to court Gina that it was his responsibility to keep my kin away from Leon, Gina included. I may be letting the matter rest, but I’m still not cool with any of my kin being in his presence unless there’s someone around to keep them safe. Stupid cockpunching shitribbon cumdrizzling little fuckstain of…” This goes on for a few moments before she drifts off
to Katherine Bellamonte, Danicka, Wyrmbreaker

[Katherine Bellamonte] From Katherine — where was she, anyway, they have the impression of a car, flashing scenery of Chicago at night somewhere nearby — Wait, what? Matthieu said he wished to deliberately keep me from knowing about this matter? Why? I am a Half Moon, if anyone, I should be the very sort he is seeking out.]
to Danicka, Sarita Ecos de la Risa, Wyrmbreaker

[Sinclair] It’s Sinclair’s voice now, for the first time in this conversation. Sarita… hon, I love you. But you’ve gotta calm down a little here. I don’t like Leon either. I was wary of leaving Chicago because he seemed kinda keen on representing the tribe if I wasn’t going to. But take some deep breaths, trust Lukáš — funny, how she pronounces his name correctly in her head, at least, — to handle it, and accept that however this ends up, you probably won’t be perfectly satisfied.

That said… Lukáš, I don’t trust Leon any more than Sarita does, to be honest. Just… be wary. He seems like the always-the-hero-or-victim-never-the-villain type you’re always referencing.
to Katherine Bellamonte, Sarita Ecos de la Risa, Wyrmbreaker

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Okay, sorry…I’m pissed, that wasn’t spoken well. I’m breathing now. Leon wanted to keep you out of the loop Kate…Matthieu just was specific about Lukas since it was ‘none of his business’ and wanted it resolved privately without being known Sept-wide and hurting the reputation of his pack and their purpose of working with humans and dealing with kinfolk.
to Katherine Bellamonte, Danicka, Wyrmbreaker

[Wyrmbreaker] Not that I’d put it so bluntly, but the Fang is more or less right about me. It wasn’t my business. I’m not his tribal elder, nor hers. I’m not a Philodox. The only reason it is my business now is because he wants one of my kin, and if nothing else he at least had the balls — or at least the cunning — to tell me before he asked.

As for you, Kate, it might feel like he’s gone over your head. But if he and Sarita worked it out to their satisfaction, there’s no reason it had to go to a Philodox, either. If he’s not keeping up his end of the bargain, though, that’s another matter.

As for how I’m handling the situation here, on hand, between Leon and my kin — truth is even if he hadn’t slammed a kin around I’d be hesitant to approve this little courtship. Kin aren’t tagalongs in the Tribe. Their spirits are tied to the totem. You take a kin out of the tribe, it’s as much a theft as taking a cub.
to Katherine Bellamonte, Danicka, Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Wyrmbreaker] “No.”

Expected or not, that answer – quietly spoken as it is – must sting. And there’s that in Lukas’s eyes, at least: a sort of sympathy.

“And I’ll tell you why. It’s not just your past behavior with Amunet, though that doesn’t help. It’s not that you’ve yet to fulfill your terms with Sarita. Even if none of that were true, I would still deny you.

“Kin are every bit a part of the Tribe as Garou, Leon. I realize ancestry and roots matter less to a Glass Walker, but even your tribe still has a Homeland where the spirits of your Tribe go after death. For my tribe — we may not measure a Garou’s worth by the worth of his ancestors, but we care about our family. Our blood. Some of our lineages go back to the very beginning. My line goes back hundreds, thousands of years; farther. All Shadow Lords. All my forefathers, my friends from other lives, my brothers and sisters from ages past — waiting for me in the Homelands when I die. I can’t tell you what comfort that brings me, knowing that I will die, and sooner rather than later. Knowing that when I do die, I can wait there, in the Homelands, for my own mate to come to me.

“Luana has her heritage too. She may not even know it in this life, but when she dies her spirit will remember. If you mate with her, the spirits will recognize her as a Glass Walker. When she dies, her spirit goes to Cockroach. All her children’s spirits, too. They lose the friends and lovers and family of a thousand lifetimes before. They are alone, separate, cut loose from their history.

“Even were she to somehow remain a Shadow Lord in spirit, the outcome is inevitably heartbreaking. When you die, you go to Cockroach. When she dies, she goes to Thunder. Your spirits remain apart with only the dimmest hope of finding each other on Gaia’s face again in your next lives.

“You’re not committed to this yet, Leon. You’ve spent some time together, that’s all. So I’m saying to you: leave off. This isn’t about ownership or possession of our respective kin. This is about mercy and the price you’ll pay — you and Luana both. Find yourself a mate from amongst your own tribe. Don’t take my kin from her people, and don’t doom yourself to losing her.”

[Danicka] my own mate to come to me

Lukas is saying, as Danicka is standing in the doorway to the room they’re in, her footsteps silenced now, her lean body leaning against the wall. She’s quite the vision, isn’t she? Leon can breathe her scent in. She doesn’t wear perfume. She smells soft. Clean.

But most of all she smells warm. Like… home. Like cubs resting nearby, like a full belly, like the security of hearth and pack all gathered close together. She smells, perhaps most intoxicatingly, like fertility. Verdant earth, crops ready for harvest, one’s female growing swollen with your litter. It’s a little distracting, but only so much as any kinfolk’s breeding is distracting. And it depends on the wolf.

She’s heard him talk about this before. The Homelands. What she once thought was a lie. She breathes quietly as she listens, standing in the periphery.

[Leon Davenport] His face is unreadable, cold, drained of all emotions. He almsot snorted but didn’t. Kin of his tribe. So far in this city, he had met one who seem to enjoy women…Shadow Lord Ahroun female at that, the other one was a high class escort no matter how she wanted to paint it. Yeah, kin form hsi tribe. Not likely. No kin ever it seem.

He got up “Thank you for youre time Rhya. And maybe oyu should have this talk with Nathalie since she is trying to have a relatioship with a female kin of mine. I’ll certainly talk to my kin.”

He nodded to him “Have a good night”

He doesn’t mention Sarita’s conditions. They aren’t worth shit to him anymore. Not seeing Amy, fine, no courtin kin of another tribe…fuck that, happening anymore it seem. He lsot the one person who could soothe his rage. He had no intentetion of wasting his time with someone else. Anger management? Well if she cross his path again, he’ll mamange his anger in the bloodiest way possible.

His blue eyes found Danicka “Good night” He simply tell the kin.

He walked away. Not looking back, heading toward the exit

[Leon Davenport] (*not happening anymore..)

[Wyrmbreaker] Levelly, “It’s Nathalie’s responsibility to go to you if she’s courting your kin. She should know that, but I’ll inform her. It’s your right to accept or deny her. If she doesn’t bide by your decision, let me and/or the Philodox Elder know.”

Leon turns to go. Lukas watches him for a moment, thoughtful. Then he descends the stairs, out of sight, and Lukas shifts his attention to Danicka.

She heard a lot of that. The last part, at least. He doesn’t have to explain why he crosses the room to her — smelling of exercise, war, sweat — and wraps her in his arms, bending his nose to her hair.

“Hi,” he says quietly. He sounds a little sad.

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