Rob Liefeld Is Wyrmspawn!

[Black Dynamite] It’s been one week since the death of the man outside Mickey’s bar. Newspaper articles identified the man and the woman as Dylan and Tara Davis, and identified Dylan’s death as a tragic accident caused by too much drinking on St. Patrick’s Day, and notes that police are looking for the person driving the BMW that hit him and ran. No other foul play seems to be suspected, and cell phone pictures taken at the scene were too dark and shaky to be useful to police investigations.

The funeral is today. The brother and sister – twins, according to the paper, though it would be hard to mistake them for anything but – are recent transplants to Chicago from the Atlanta area, but they apparently have no desire to send te body back for burial. It’s a cold, gray day, and the cemetary, a small affair about ten miles outside Chicago proper, is almost empty. No other vehicles are present except an RV parked near the burial site, and no other mourners are there but the dead man’s twin sister. Her brother is being buried in a small above-ground tomb.

[Kieran Mondblume] *Ki is relieved, to say the least. He has gotten assistance in getting dressed, so is hopefully appropriately dressed. Unless something else was picked out for him. Either way, he doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest. He is prepared to travel, and prepared to fight. A little bit twitchy, to say the very least.*

[Administrator] snail, welcome to General Chicago (Day)

[Amunet Knezevic] Amy’s gathered them all at the cemetery, staying back and out of the way to watch for now. She’d expected more people really.

Hell. She’d expected SOME people.

“Okay. Well. Kind of hard to blend in with a crowd of one.” She keeps her voice low, so it doesn’t carry to the woman at the tomb. “Suggestions?”

[Kieran Mondblume] *He raises his hand at that.* I have an idea. With no one else around, we can go up, and draw the woman away, and then punch her in the face.

[Mickey Waller] Amy asked if she wanted to go to a funeral, and she’s honestly curious about what the hell this is all about. She’s got a hat on, one that hides her hair- pre-emptive, this time. Her kin fetch hangs under her shirt, and she’s dressed non descriptly. She knows how to blend in, has done it countless times, as long as her hair is hidden.

… hard to blend with no people though.

There is a ghost of a smile at Ki’s words, and a shake of her head. “… not entirely sure at all here. I’ve never seen a funeral of ONE before.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She’s dressed down a bit. By which she means no duster, just a leather jacket, black jeans and a matching black black T-Shirt. Hey, it’s a funeral. She’s dressing appropriately. She frowns a bit as she looks the thing over, from her spot just behind Amy, looking over her shoulder.

“AWK-ward…” She frowns. “This is gonna be interesting.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “Tell me again what happened when you pushed him, Ki.”

[Kieran Mondblume] I… pushed him, trying to keep him away from the girl. I didn’t MEAN to push him into the street, I just meant to push him out of the WAY. *He is talking quietly – it seems he CAN. He IS a Ragabash, after all.*

[Black Dynamite] Even the priest looks bored as he intones meaningless platitudes. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. He stands over the coffin, a cheap, ugly affair obviously chosen due to price rather than any other considerations, mouthing words that he’s said a thousand times. Tara, the twin sister, is dressed in a black pantsuit, a black jacket, wearing a dark hat and dark glasses and leather gloves, holding a handkerchief to her mouth as she sobs. A few groundskeepers stand behind her, clearly having been paid to help move the coffin into the mausoleum, elbowing each other and laughing just quietly enough to be only mildly disrespectful.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “He smiled.” She frowns. “The fucker sat there in the street and smiled just before he got hit. That’s what happened.”

[Kieran Mondblume] And that, *he agrees with Sarita. He looks back to the woman.* We know she’s evil. Why don’t I just go up to her and offer my sympathies and draw her over here?

[Mickey Waller] “Because she probably won’t come over here if she’s evil?” Mickey offers quietly. “And she probably knows a couple of our faces.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “And we don’t know that she’s evil. Maybe she’s just possessed.” Yeah. Because that would be better.

[Kieran Mondblume] If she’s possessed, she’s fomor. And still needs to be elimi… *He pauses. And he blinks.* Wait. Should a couple of us approach umbral? Check it out, see what is possessing her?

[Amunet Knezevic] “I’d already be there, if I could.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “It could be something else affecting her…not fomori-level permanent. Just…influence.” She looks at Ki and nods. “That’s not a bad idea. I’ll cross over and take a look.”

[Kieran Mondblume] *He smiles faintly, and he looks back around. Trees? Anywhere where he can sneak into the Umbra?*

[Black Dynamite] The cemetary is fairly wide open – not much in the way of trees. It’s mostly empty, though, so it shouldn’t be hard at all to find some place to be alone. The short service is just starting to break up. The groundskeepers stop snickering long enough to start for the cheap coffin, and Tara steps aside, her wail audible even from where the Garou crouch.

[Kieran Mondblume] *He will peek through the Gauntlet then.*

[Kieran Mondblume] ((what IS the Gauntlet rating here?))

[Black Dynamite] ((call it 6))

[Kieran Mondblume]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 8 (Failure at target 6)

[Kieran Mondblume] *He squints, and looks a little bit frustrated. He’s just trying to peer through, to see the woman’s reflection.* Ahh… someone else back me up on this?

[Amunet Knezevic]
She gestures to Sarita, then smiles and shrugs at Mickey/

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She nods a little bit and grins at Ki. “Don’t worry…I got this.” A wink and she goes to look across.

[[GN]]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Mickey Waller] She shrugs a little back at Amy- she’s got NO clue what’s going on. But she waits, to see what they’re looking for…. in midair.

[Black Dynamite] The Umbra here is…Well, at first it seems to be boring. A few ugly little spirits are flittering, slithering, or crawling around – probably some kind of weak death-spirits. Then, Sarita sees the RV. In the physical world, it’s just an old RV, having seen better days. In the Umbra, it’s a baroque monstrosity, like a small mobile cathedral full of leering, hateful faces, and bony spikes that seem to be growing out of the sides. Hideous gargoyles crouch on the roof, chitinous tails lashing as they chitter to themselves. Definitely alive. Definitely Banes. Weak little things, probably, but it’s hard to tell.
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Black Dynamite] The coffin is carried into the mausoleum, while the bereaved sister wails. Once it’s inside, the priest walks towards her, talking quietly. Only a few words are exchanged, then he rests his hand on the woman’s shoulder and starts winding his way down the pathway towards the cemetery gates. The groundskeepers eventually move aside,

[Amunet Knezevic] “Jesus fuck she’s fucking drama queen…” She waits, arms crossed so she doesn’t scratch at her tattoo.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She frowns as she turns her attention toward the RV.

“Jesus’s fuckstain, that’s repuslive.” Probably almost as repulsive as the idea of Jesus leaving a fuckstain. She nods toward the RV.

“That’s a goddamn Wyrm factory, right there.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “What the fuck do you mean, a Wyrm factory?”

[Adara Mires] She arrived late, dressed in a dark pair of jeans, dark blouse and a jacket ver it. She spotted Amy and Mickey, silently making her way to them, slowly, looking at different tombstones until she reach them, letting her rage announce her “Good day tyou two”

She say, looking in te direction they were looking “Hmmm is she really alone at the funeral or people have left already?”

[Kieran Mondblume] *He looks back to Sarita. And his head swivels back to the van.* So… we take THAT down? How can you kill a van?

[Mickey Waller] She gives Sarita a questioning look, silently echoing Amy’s question. A faint nod to Adara, distracted. “Nope, just her…”

[Black Dynamite] The RV doesn’t seem that impressive in the physical world. It’s relatively small, and would probably sleep a family of six without too much discomfort. It’s an old model, probably ten or twenty years old, and is in desperate need of a wash. Something is wrong with the undercarriage, as it seems to be almost scraping the ground.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “The thing is…” She wrinkles her nose, shaking her head. “It’s fucking…little bane gargoyles on the roof. It’s like the RV itself is being spiritually corrupted.” She pauses. “Which makes sense why we name our cars. They do have spirits…but anyway. They may be weaker, but I don’t really know for sure.”

[Amunet Knezevic] She breaks into a bright smile. “Fucking awesome.”

[Kieran Mondblume] What about the girl?

[Mickey Waller] “Was it used for bad things?” She sounds very confused, like she doesn’t get how the hell the RV is corrupted. It’s an RV. How does that WORK?

[Adara Mires] She listened to them, nodding to Sarita and Ki as well (sorry wasn’t sure if all were together)

She look at Sarita “So, what should we do? I have no intetion to make a public mess liek the other night. Not that we could have expected the guy to let himself get killed by a car. ”

She look at the van “And blowing up the RV right now, wouldn’t be the wisest thing to do, though the most expedient”

[Black Dynamite] The woman looks around for a moment, ensuring that the priest and the groundskeepers are gone, then heads over to the RV. She opens one of the doors on the side and steps inside. A few seconds later she’s coming back out, helping an old man down the steps to the ground. “Old” doesn’t quite do this man justice – he’s positively ancient. One can practically hear his bones creaking as he steps down the stairs, pulling an oxygen tank along behind him. His skin is almost translucent, showing a network of blue veins all over his body, and what remains of his hair is wispy and barely there. The whites of his eyes have yellowed to a shocking degree, and he’s incredibly unkempt, wearing a greasy, filthy “I (HEART) USA” t-shirt and a pair of slacks covered in unidentifiable stains. His nails are long and untrimmed. He moves slowly, walking with the woman towards the mausoleum.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Um, yeah. Blowing up the RV wouldn’t kill the banes that are across the Gauntlet anyway.” She looks around, eyes unfocused as she frowns. “Point my head just to make sure, but I didn’t see the woman when I looked.”

[Kieran Mondblume] *He grits his teeth.* Okay. Then I’m just going through already. *And he proceeds to try and go through the Gauntlet properly, not waiting any more.*

[Amunet Knezevic] “Who the fuck said anything about blowing it up? Check out the guy.”

[Mickey Waller] She cocks her head as she looks at the old lady and the man, frowning at his yellow eyes- Jaundice? But she helpfully reaches up,. gently moving Sarita’s head in the direction of the woman and the old man.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Dude, Ki, if you just hop through and attack and get yourself killed, don’t forget I’m a fucking Strider and I’ll find my way through the god damned Dark Umbra just to drag your ass back so I can curbstomp you myself.”

[Black Dynamite] She doesn’t see anything. That’s quite literal – looking at the two is like looking at a void in the Umbra, a blind spot, like something is in Sarita’s eye and blocking her vision. Something seems to be shielding them from view. As she continues to peek into the Umbra, she does notice the gargoyles becoming more agitated. They seem to be looking RIGHT at her, chittering to each other…
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Adara Mires] She tilt her head at Amy bot doesn’t add anything. She simply watch the woman with the old man “So…we have banes attached to the van, but have no idea what those two are.”

She look at Sar “Should we handle the Banes then come back for the woman and grandpa?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Um…there’s literally nothing there.” She frowns. “I can’t see them…they’re being blocked or some shit. And the gargoyles have spotted me, buy the way…”

[Kieran Mondblume] So come with me. *He grins at Sarita.* And we can kick ass together. *His grin is more of a gritted teeth expression.* I have never punched a gargoyle before. And if we don’t hurry, they’re going to get away again.

[Mickey Waller] She looks at Amy, mouthing ‘What do we do?’ since all the fighting seems to be in a place they can’t see. Her face is pinched, frowning.

[Amunet Knezevic] She moves closer to Mickey, voice low “Can you shoot?”

[Black Dynamite] After a moment, the RV shifts, and then, a figure steps out, and the RV suddenly springs back to its normal height. The person stepping out is four hundred fifty pounds if he’s an ounce, all muscle. His facial features are ugly, malformed, as though they were being sculpted by someone who got bored halfway through the process and walked away, and his clothes are ratty and torn, a faded t-shirt and jeans held on by a rope. His head is shaved, and dark eyes wander over the cemetery. After a moment, they fix on the little knot of Garou and Kin, and the massive figure starts lumbering in that direction.

[Mickey Waller] A small grimace. “… not really. I know how to hold it, but can’t guarantee actual shooting accuracy. I’m… more break a bottle and sta- holy shit.”

Her eyes get wide at the massive man. “Uh… guys…”

[Amunet Knezevic] “Fuck. Okay. You just stay the fuck back, okay? Seriously.”

She is, on balance, far too happy about the large man coming toward them.

[Adara Mires] She watch the man “Ok, that will suck.”She look at Sar and Ki “Tae care of the gargoyle, Amy and Mickey can watch over the woman and old man, I’ll handly the thing coming over”

[Adara Mires] (I’ll handle..)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “We’re gonna fight smart, Ki. Fighting smart gets you not dead. And that means we find out what’s going on that is making the two guys be protected from my vi–”

And then she hears ‘Uh…guys…’ and she shakes off the Umbral Vision. There’s a giant lumbering version of Leatherface without the chainsaw coming at them. “THAT is why we don’t just leap across.” Her giant hand-cannon Harry is pulled out and handed to Amy. “Your favorite lover, sister dear?”

[Kieran Mondblume] Least in there we could shift. *He looks back to the man, then. And he cracks his knuckles.*

[Black Dynamite] The old man and the young woman step into the mausoleum together, the young woman treating the greasy old man with the utmost respect. Meanwhile, the lumbering man breaks into a run. As he starts to approach, it’s easy to see there’s something subtly…Wrong with his anatomy, like a Rob Liefield drawing come to life, muscles on top of muscles in ways that the human body just doesn’t do. Even his run isn’t particularly quick, but he moves like a freight train, building up speed as he pumps legs that look like little tree trunks.

[Amunet Knezevic] She holds her hand out for the gun, fingers skipping over it lovingly. “Oh, Harry. It’s been too long, darling.”

Almost vibrating from excitement, she looks between everyone and then to the man.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[I KNEW Rob Liefeld was an agent of the Wyrm!]]

[Black Dynamite] ((it’s the only thing that makes sense!))

[Mickey Waller] She’s not very useful here, so she does drop back a bit, making sure to a) keep an eye on the man and the woman and b) keep an eye to see if anyone else is around.

“Should… should I follow the chick and the old guy…?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “No! Stay put”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[I am correct in understanding, before combat begins, that there are no one around this cemetary at this particular moment, but for our ragtag band of heroes, Cable 2.0 and the man and woman?]]

[Black Dynamite] ((you are correct in that understanding as far as anyone can tell))

[Adara Mires] She watches the man, slowly reaching back to curl her fingers around the handle of the berettaCarter had given her. Until it would be safe to shift, she will rely on the gun, much safer this way.

[Amunet Knezevic] [For those of you that are new to his own special kind of sadism, that means that it’s a trap.]

[Mickey Waller] “Okay, okay!”

She is staying put. And being lookout, trying to see if there is anyone else around. She does NOT want to get pulled into the police station in regards to being involved in a murder.

[Kieran Mondblume] *He is clearly getting into a boxing position, even being smaller than the charging bull. If anything, he looks excited. He should be afraid. He really, really should be.*

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Who said we can’t shift here? Sister of the departed is fucked up, and didn’t that guy just come out of the RV that Sloth here did? Let’s do this.” She grins a little bit, and crouches down to the ground, rippling up into Glabro. Just in case, she still at least looks SOMEWHAT human. And she starts to run toward it.

[Amunet Knezevic] She’s on Sarita’s heels immediately, charging forward.

[Kieran Mondblume] *He starts moving around the other side, then, mirroring Sarita, but it doesn’t seem he’s shifting yet. He looks MORE excited. He starts bouncing.*

[Adara Mires] She fröwn “Because I have a bad feeling about it? “She head ofr the guy, keeping her gun hidden still

[Mickey Waller] Amy told her to stay put- she is staying put. And keeping lookout, watching where the chick and the old man, while also making sure the groundskeeper and priest and anyone else isn’t randomly showing up or something.

[Black Dynamite] ((and, time for a hopefully short combat. initiative time))

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[+6]]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2

[Kieran Mondblume] ((+7))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7

[Black Dynamite] ((+3))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2 (Failure at target 6)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Sorry, +7, I’m in Glabro]]

[Amunet Knezevic] [+6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6

[Mickey Waller] [[just in case… +6]]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1 (Botch x 1 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((the giant is slugging Sarita in the face))

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Aww, Mickey. *PatPat*]]

[Adara Mires] (+6)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4 (Failure at target 6)

[Amunet Knezevic] (Okay so it’s Ki, Amy, Adara, Sarita, Mickey, Brick wall.)1

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[1: Dodge slug in the face
R1: Kick Sloth squaw in the nuts]]

[Mickey Waller] [[Seeing the hell is in the van! So inching closer, looking.]]

[Amunet Knezevic] 1. Punch to the side of the head.

[Kieran Mondblume] ((1: Slug Brick Wall in the throat.
R1: Holding action.))

[Adara Mires] (Adara will take the gun out and aim so not to shoot everyone slugging big guy
1R shoot)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[The kinfolk is punching, the Galliard is shooting and the two Ragabashes are leading the charge.

…this is why we can’t have nice things!]]

[Kieran Mondblume] ((No, this is why we can have MORE nice things. For awesomeness. Has everyone declared? Shall I roll?))

[Black Dynamite] ((roll ’em! kieran, Amy Adara, Sarita, go for it))

[Amunet Knezevic] [*Sacrifices rabbits* Roll away!]

[Adara Mires] (well I”m aiming for now..so no roll till rage action..aiming add dices or lower diff…I”m not sure)

[Kieran Mondblume] Punch ((Called shot))
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 4, 6 (Success x 1 at target 8) [WP]

[Kieran Mondblume] Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 4, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Amunet Knezevic]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 5, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Amunet Knezevic] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Dodging like a Mofo!]]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((soak for Kieran, no the number of dice isn’t a typo))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((soak for Amy))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((punching at Sarita))
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 9 (Failure at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((go ahead with Rage actions))

[Kieran Mondblume] ((Gonna use it for another punch, then. Stubborn as hell Raggie.))

[Kieran Mondblume]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Adara Mires] (so aiming add dice or lower diff? before i roll?)

[Kieran Mondblume] Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 5, 8 (Failure at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((add a die))

[Kieran Mondblume] ((Ohforf…))

[Mickey Waller] “Oh shit, oh shit.” It’s a soft breath, and she starts jogging to the SUV, skirting the fighting that’s going on. She’s trying to see if it’s on inside, because if it is, it could be uploading to the internet and oh shit.

[Adara Mires] (thanks and shooting)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 6, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 5 at target 6) [WP]

[Adara Mires] (damage..gun 5 + 4)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 7, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[Adara Mires] (oooook)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Field Goal!]]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 4, 6 (Botch x 3 at target 7)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[WHAT THE FUCK]]

[Mickey Waller] [[…. dude, seriously?]]

[Kieran Mondblume] ((Can she get a do-over for that one?))

[Black Dynamite] The giant has shrugged off -everything-. The punches, even the gunshot. Adara’s shot is perfectly aimed, but hits…Nothing vital. It kicks up sparks as it strikes something just under the skin. Sarita goes to kick…And promptly overbalances herself, or perhaps she stepped on something slick, or…Something. Whatever the case, the Strider goes down in a hugely undignified heap, her ankle twisting. Mickey starts moving for the RV…((initiative again))

[Black Dynamite] ((+3))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Mickey Waller] [[+6]]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3 (Failure at target 6)

[Kieran Mondblume] ((+7))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[+7]]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5

[Adara Mires] (+6)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Amunet Knezevic] [+6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2

[Black Dynamite] ((from lowest to highest – Amy, Mickey, Giant, Sarita(since her initiative number is higher), Adara, Kieran, please declare))

[Amunet Knezevic] 1. punch

[Mickey Waller] [[Continue to the RV. Hood pulled low to help obscure her face]]

[Kieran Mondblume] ((1: Running after Mickey – like HELL he’s letting her go to the RV by herself.
If he’s close enough, he’ll be blocking, but I think she’s a distance away now and I can’t get there in one round?))

[Black Dynamite] ((the giant is going to clinch Sarita))

[Adara Mires] (1a shoot
1r shoot)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[1: Dodge clinch!
R1: sweep the leg, Cobra Kai!]]

[Black Dynamite] ((+1 difficulty on the dodge since she’s on the ground))
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Black Dynamite] ((and, go ahead and roll Adara, since Kieran is running))

[Adara Mires] (shooting)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) [WP]

[Adara Mires] (damage gun 5 + 3)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 6, 6, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((soak))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 5, 6, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((rolling the clinch for Sarita to dodge))
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 8, 9 (Failure at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((no need to roll the dodge, Amy can roll)) Mickey is close to the door to the RV. She can just see inside, the camera, but the rest of the interior is dark. But the camera…It’s close…

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Nothing to dodge, not rolling less ya really want me to. I refuse to risk Kahseeno’s wrath.]]

[Amunet Knezevic] [rabbits, kahseeno. I give you rabbits.]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 7, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Amunet Knezevic]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 6, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 7, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((go ahead with Rage actions))

[Adara Mires] (shooting again)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 5, 5 (Failure at target 6)

[Mickey Waller] Her head ducked, she checks to see if the camera is on. And if it is on, what it’s connected to. [[can roll per + alert if needed]]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[You’re the best! Around! Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down! …ahem. Yeah. Sweeping the leg]]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7) [WP]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Damage +2 for succ]]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 4, 5, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] The camera is definitely on, and the wires trail off into the darkened interior of the RV. Mickey hears something inside. Something slithering…

[Black Dynamite] ((soak))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 4, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Kieran Mondblume] ((Is Ki close enough to hear as well?))

[Black Dynamite] Adara’s shot is true, and strikes flesh, or…Something. It strikes home with a strange, dull thud, and black fluid pours out from the wound. Amy punches, Sarita kicks…It’s like hitting a brick wall. The clumsy giant ALMOST scoops up Sarita, but stumbles and misses. ((Kieran can’t hear it just yet, he’s a little further behind Mickey. Also, initiative time again))

[Mickey Waller] This is a trap. It is totally a trap. There is something not good in there but the camera so has to be turned off, to protect her friends. Hands disappear into hoodie sleeves (no fingerprints!). Inching closer, she half pokes her head in, hand raised to possibly inch towards the camera.

[Black Dynamite] ((+3))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Mickey Waller] [[+6 still]]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6

[Kieran Mondblume] ((+7))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[+7]]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6

[Adara Mires] (+6)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Amunet Knezevic] [+6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10

[Black Dynamite] ((mysterious other party +5!))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Mickey Waller] [[ This is where I would put a picture of Admiral Ackbar going IT’S A TRAP]]

[Black Dynamite] ((okay, so last to first – Kieran, Gigantor, Mickey, Sarita, Mysterious Third Party, Adara and Amy go at the same time, go ahead and declare))

[Kieran Mondblume] ((1: Blocking/defending Mickey))

[Black Dynamite] ((Gigantor is punching Amy in the face))

[Mickey Waller] [[Looking in the RV/ Reaching towards the camera to turn it off.]]

[Adara Mires] ((1A shoot)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Fuck it. Rageshift to Hispo. She’s through with playing around. Oh, and
1: Bite gigantor]]

[Black Dynamite] ((okay. I’ll resolve mysterious third party in a moment. Adara and Amy, declare and roll))

[Amunet Knezevic] [1. Shoot that fucker]

[Amunet Knezevic] She kisses Harry on the top of the slide, then fires.
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Amunet Knezevic] [damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 5, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((soak Amy))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 7, 7, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Adara Mires] (shoot)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 4, 4, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Adara Mires] (damage 5 + 1)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 6, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((mysterious third party)) Mickey feels it suddenly. A pressure on her ankle. She has just enough time to register that something slimy and glistening is wrapped around her ankle, before she’s yanked off her feet and fully into the dark RV. Kieran lunges forward, just in time to see Mickey being dragged up the stairs.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Bitey The Strider Bites]]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Damage]]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 3, 3, 5, 6, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((soak, let’s see a bad roll here for once))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 5, 6, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((gigantor smash))
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 5, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[Kieran Mondblume] ((And no time for action or to grab Mickey?))

[Black Dynamite] ((gigantor no smash. Kieran can change his action if you’d like. yes he can roll to grab Mickey, go ahead and do Dex + Athletics, dif. 7 for a diving grab, and then any Rage actions, and failing that, roll initiative))

[Kieran Mondblume] ((Perfect Balance considered in this?))

[Black Dynamite] ((knock it down to diff. 6 then))

[Kieran Mondblume]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] Kieran LUNGES forward, grabbing Mickey’s hand just before she’s fully pulled into the darkness. The Kin can feel the pressure on her ankle increase, as whatever has her continues trying to pull her into the shadowed interior of the RV, but for the moment, Kieran has her. ((okay, initiative time again))

[Amunet Knezevic] [+6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10

[Kieran Mondblume] ((+7))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10

[Adara Mires] (+6)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5 (Failure at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((+3))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1 (Botch x 1 at target 6)

[Mickey Waller] [[+6]]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9

[Amunet Knezevic] [Kahseeno is apparently done fucking around.]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[+8]]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2

[Kieran Mondblume] ((By saying that you’ve just cursed us all!))

[Black Dynamite] Mysterious third party
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1 (Botch x 1 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] The giant continues to shrug off the gunshots, with sparks kicking up with every shot. Sarita gets a great grip, but all she gets for her trouble is a mouthful of vile-tasting black fluid and human skin that sloughs off, revealing a hideous, knobby carapace underneath. ((Gigantor is going last and trying to clinch Amy now. Mysterious third party is trying to drag Mickey into the RV all the way. Then Sarita, Adara, Mickey, then Amy, then Kieran. Declare and roll, please))

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

[Adara Mires] (Adara will shoot again)

[Mickey Waller] [[Kick like crazy- to get free and maybe knock over the camera]]

[Amunet Knezevic] [1. Palm of hand to nose, driving up]

[Kieran Mondblume] ((Ki is yelling for help, first of all.
He will be holding onto Mickey for now. Held action.))

[Black Dynamite] ((roll ’em))

[Kieran Mondblume] HEY! COULD USE SOME HELP! ((Str+Brawl?))

[Black Dynamite] ((just plain Strength actually to hold her back))

[Amunet Knezevic] [lobotomy!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 5, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 7) [WP]

[Kieran Mondblume]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Mickey Waller] [kick like a mofo. wp]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 5, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]

[Amunet Knezevic] [damage. come on, Kahseeno. Mama’s got a tasty bunny for you]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Amunet Knezevic] [oops]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((bad soak roll time, just watch))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 4, 4, 5, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Adara Mires] (shoot)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]

[Black Dynamite] ((gigantor takes three damage. Mickey can roll damage for the kick))

[Adara Mires] (damage 5 +1)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 5, 9, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((soak Adara))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 5, 6, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Mickey Waller] [[damage 2 + 3]]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 5 (Failure at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((just going to do tentacle’s strength check now))
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 9, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

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

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Damage]]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((bad soak roll come on baby!))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 6, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Bite +2]]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 8 (Success x 1 at target 5) [WP]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[DAMAGE JESUS COME ON]]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 4, 5, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((grapple time))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((damage))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Amunet Knezevic] [soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((go ahead with Rage actions if there are any, if not just do initiative)) This round goes a little better. Amy’s punch is accurate, slamming into the monster’s nose, but Sarita’s bites and Adara’s shots do nothing except scrape up its hideous black carapace. The beast grabs Amy, squeezing her tightly. She can feel the air driven from her lungs as it starts to crush her. Meanwhile, Mickey kicks at the tentacle but can’t manage to connect hard enough. Her wild flailing DOES tip the camera over, and it tips over to the ground. That’s small comfort, though. She feels a tearing pain in her ankle, and despite Kieran’s best efforts, she’s being slowly, inexorably pulled into the RV…

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Init +8]]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3

[Adara Mires] (init + 6)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Kieran Mondblume] ((+7))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3

[Mickey Waller] [[ Init +6]]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9

[Amunet Knezevic] [+6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5

[Black Dynamite] ((first number is tentacle +5, second is giant +3))
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 2 (Botch x 1 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((giant is crushing Amy. tentacle is pulling Mickey again, then Kieran, then Amy, then Sarita, then Adara, then Mickey, declare and roll))

[Kieran Mondblume] ((Spending one rage to insta-shift to Hispo.
1. Bite tentacle))

[Amunet Knezevic] [str to break free]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 6, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

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

[Black Dynamite] ((resist breaking clinch))
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 5, 5, 6, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Amunet Knezevic]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 2, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((hold up, rewind that break clinch for a sec, Adara can go first))

[Adara Mires] (shoot once more)

[Adara Mires] (shoot)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Adara Mires] (damage gun 5 + 1)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 5, 8, 9 (Failure at target 6)

[Mickey Waller] [kicking to get away WP]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 2, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]

[Mickey Waller] [damage 2 + 2]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Kieran Mondblume] ((BITE))
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 4, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 6 at target 5)

[Kieran Mondblume] ((Damage))
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Bite +1]]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 10 (Failure at target 5)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Bite +2]]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5) [WP]

[Black Dynamite] ((WHOA)) The tentacle is severed neatly, filling Kieran’s mouth with a coppery-tasting fluid. The severed end flops wildly for a moment, wrapped around Mickey’s ankle. She feels a sudden, sharp pain, then an equally sudden numbness. A numbness that seems to be slowly creeping up her leg…

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Damage]]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 5, 6, 8, 8, 8, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((please bad roll, soak bite))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 6 (Failure at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] Sarita lunges with another bite…And she must hit a weak spot. Just as Amy slips free of the giant’s grasp, the Strider’s massive Hispo jaws clamp down on the giant’s thigh…And sever the leg neatly. The misshapen thing looks down for an instant, almost comically, then tumbles forward, towards Amy, the vile black fluid that passes for its lifeblood pumping onto the cemetery earth.

[Black Dynamite] ((yay! combat is done, you can resume normal narrative posting for now))

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Aaand with those rolls I’m out; Ange is NPC’ing Sarita for the remainder of the combat if there is any more. Later yo.]]

[[Mickey Waller] “No! Nononono…” She scrambles back, regretting she doesn’t have a belt to do a tourniquet, somehow more terrified then before, leg shaking to get that damn tentacle off “Numb. S’going numb!”

The camera, what it might be attached to, is forgetting for a moment in her terror. Bad things she expected, not tentacles in RV’s. Bonus points for the lady still being off with the old man somewhere.

[Kieran Mondblume] HELP! *he barks back to the others, finally annoyed, claws working to get the tentacle from around Mickey’s leg.*

[Amunet Knezevic] She skitters back, attention torn from the fomor creature by Mickey’s shrieking. GodDAMNIT didn’t she tell her to stay put?

[Adara Mires] She watch the thing die “What the fuck was that? And where’s Mickey?”

She hear the kin’s voice and Ki.’s yell and she run to them

[Kieran Mondblume] CAMERA! *he roars in wolfspeak, trying to work with the damned thing. He is clearly quite angry.*

[Amunet Knezevic] Breaking into a run, she moves to help Ki with the tentacle, fingers curling around and edge to pull.

[Adara Mires] She shoot the camera (need a roll?) as she ask Mickey “You can patch people up right? Guide us patching you up”

[Mickey Waller] “No, no!” A gasp, a hand grabbing Amy, fingers digging into her arm. “The laptop! Uploading!”

The camera was uploading to the internet, it might be, that,. that’s more important then her. Even as a new kin, she knows that much.

[Black Dynamite] The tentacle is still wrapped around Mickey’s leg tightly, but Kieran, with Amy’s help, manages to pry and cut it off of her. Sharp, needle-like teeth are embedded in Mickey’s ankle in a perfect circle. Kieran and Amy can now see that the inside of the tentacle is ringed with sucker-like mouths, each one containing one of those awful teeth. There is definitely something inside the RV with Kieran and Mickey and now, Amy. A low moan comes from the far end of the RV, a high-pitched woman’s voice.

[Black Dynamite] ((no need to roll right now))

[Kieran Mondblume] *Ki will be shifting up to Crinos, then, and hopefully, with some help, pushing the van over.*

[Amunet Knezevic] Wolfspeak she doesnt’ understand. Panicked kin though, that makes sense. Mickey is abandoned to Ki’s help as she grabs the wires from camera to laptop and gives them a good yank.

[Kieran Mondblume] ((Erk. Sorry… didn’t realize we were in the van.))

[Kieran Mondblume] *Once the damned thing is free from Mickey’s leg, he pushes it to the side, and he stalks up on the woman’s voice. His teeth bared.*

[Mickey Waller] “Make sure-” a gasp, in pain, from the bite and from the numbness. “Make sure it’s not uploading to the internet! Uh uh…”

She looks to Adara, panicked, barely able to keep calm, keep her voice low. “It’s… it’s a paralytic, I don’t know, l-like a snake bite? Tourniquet, maybe, I don’t know!”

[Adara Mires] Once the camera is shot she move closer to the entrance of the van, looking at Mickey’s legs as Ki heads deeper inside and Amy yank othe cords. She let her jacket drop, rip her blouse off and tie it around Mickey’s legs tightly above the wound.

Then she put her jacket back on

[Black Dynamite] The wires don’t come out cleanly, but the laptop is pulled off of the table and falls to the floor with a…Squish? Come to think of it, the inside floor has an…Odd texture. As Kieran approaches the rear of the van, he sees the source of the noise. It’s a woman, alright – he can see from her face and upper torso that she’s an old woman, probably in her late seventies. That’s all that remains of her as a human, though. From the waist down she’s literally fused to the wall of the RV, her lower body nothing more than black-red flesh that looks like a massive tumor attaching her there. Growths of that black-red flesh extend from the main tumor-body throughout the RV, along the ceiling, the walls. The tentacle from outside is curled tightly to her body, pulsing a thin greenish fluid. Other tentacles are extruding themselves from the main tumor-mass, tipped with snapping jaws, bony spears. The woman, or what’s left with her, stares blindly, moaning in pain, horror.

[Black Dynamite] The numbness is definitely creeping higher. Mickey’s entire leg is numb, now.

[Amunet Knezevic] Squish. Squish is bad.

“We need to get the fuck out of here.”

She backs up as quickly as possible, grabbing Mickey to drag her along.

[Kieran Mondblume] *He backs out, then, and he looks back to the group.* GET HER KRISTEN. WILL HEAL HER. NOW. MUST DESTROY THIS.

[Kieran Mondblume] *His head swivels to Adara, then.* USE GUN, SHOOT IN HEAD.

[Mickey Waller] There is a whimper from the Glass Walker kin, her eyes getting wet. “It’d getting higher… whole leg, f-fuck, the laptop!”

Even as she’s being pulled out, fingers try to snag the laptop, she needs to know if it uploaded!

[Administrator] cricket has switched to In Character Room (Night)

[Adara Mires] She wait for Amy to get Mickey out and look at Ki ” Stay with them, call Kristn “I’m going in to end this thing” Onceagain…tentacles with suckers and theets…well one giant thing with those killed her once. She mgiht as well have her revenge against one tonight

She gets ready to enter the van once everybody is out

[Mickey Waller] She jabs a button on the laptop- DEAR God no please, no, no transfer please. She drags it with her, intending on wiping the hard drive. Fingers shake as she tries to do it fast, ignoring that numbness.

[Adara Mires] She take her gun out and aim for the head, trying it this way before getting inside and ripping everythign off.She aim, and shoot

[Kieran Mondblume] *He shifts back down to homid, his clothing torn. His GOOD clothing, no less. He sighs, and he shakes his head.* We’ll take it back with us. The walkers can edit it. Anyone have a cell to call Kristen? We need her to heal.

[Amunet Knezevic] “What the FUCK part of fucking stay the fuck still did you not fucking understand?” She’s clearly irritated, tossing her cell at Ki.

[Black Dynamite] Mickey tells her hand to move – but brain impulse does not translate into movement from the hand on the side where she was grabbed. All she gets is a faint sense of tingling, pins and needles in her arms. Adara’s gun seems very, very loud in the confines of the RV – but the back of the woman’s head blows off. Even as the light in her eyes goes out, she seems…Almost peaceful. Glad to have this monstrous life ended. The torso slumps forward.

[Amunet Knezevic] Fuck.

She looks over her shoulder, then takes off at a run toward the building.

[Mickey Waller] “I stopped it,” she says to Ki, voice shaking. “It was uploading, but I stopped the transfer. Gotta wipe the hard drive.”

Large eyes look to Amy, her face so pale. “You said stay back, I know you said it, but I saw the camera, I saw the camera and it was pointed at you and it was uploading to the internet and I had to protect you, and I stopped it.” There is a hitch of breath, and she starts to cry, but her voice is very quiet. “I can’t feel my hand…”

[Mickey Waller] She spooks when Amy runs off, before she somehow gets paler. “Ki… Ki, the woman and the man. The other woman!”

[Adara Mires] She watches the van, looking if anything is moving, if not then grabbed the laptop if no one has yet.

She look at Mickey ” You’ll be fine, neuro toxin, paralyses you, make you numb so you don’t scream and wiggle while it eats you. You’ll be ok…jsut very numb” She hope she was telling the truth.

Amy is runnign toward the building and look at KI and Sar ” Watch over mickey, talk to Kristen”

She run after Amy

[Kieran Mondblume] *He picks Mickey up, then, at that.* We’re gonna get you healed. You did good, kid. *He grins.* I can feel your hand, so you’re fine. I am ALWAYS right. FUCK, Kristen PICK the FUCK UP. We need to get you healed. Sarita and Amy will get the other woman. I’ll drop you off at the Broho, and I’ll be back and a flash. I am THAT awesome.

[Mickey Waller] Adara has the laptop- she hadn’t finished yet! But Ki is picking her up and she’s scared and numb, huddling against him. “Okay. Okay. Should…. should I call the guy who’s protection I’m under? It’s all pin’s and needles Ki…”

[Black Dynamite] The numbness continues spreading. First, Mickey finds she can’t move that side of her mouth, muscles going slack. Then, it starts to work down the other side of her body, going faster as the toxin reaches her heart and is pumped to the rest of her body with each traitorous beat of her heart. In a matter of minutes, she’s -completely- paralyzed. Trapped in her own body, she can see, hear…She can feel the pounding of her terrified heart, and she can draw breath, but none of her other voluntary muscles seem to want to respond.

[Kieran Mondblume] Yeah, we’ll call him too. Who is it? *He’s moving. In shreds of clothing, with Mickey. He’s pocketed the cell.*

[Black Dynamite] Amy enters the mausoleum and something becomes clear – something’s definitely wrong. The old man is here – but he’s face down in a sticky crimson pool, his oxygen tank tipped over. Second, one of the caskets is open. DEFINITELY open..And empty.

[Mickey Waller] There is no response from her. Not one. Her eyes are maybe a little wide, there are tears running down her face, but there is no response from her. The terror is in her gaze though, this horrible feeling of being trapped, of wondering if she’ll turn into a monster like that woman… and no way to express it. She’s still breathing, but for now long?

[Kieran Mondblume] Awh hell, *he says with a groan.* You’re all possum now. Don’t worry, don’t be scared. *He’s moving towards the
Broho.*

[Adara Mires] Sh run after Amy and enter the musoeum as well. She scan the room, and look for the dead man and his sister…or ways they could have gotten out

[Kieran Mondblume] *Ohright. He has no pockets. It’ll go in Mickey’s pocket.*

[Amunet Knezevic] “Oh good. Reanimated fucking dead people. Check him for a pulse.”

She gestures toward the old man and heads down the hall. If Adara is going to act like a kin, Amy is content to treat her like a kin.

[Black Dynamite] The mausoleum is empty aside from the old man’s body. There’s no sign of any life, no footprints in the dust, nothing.

[Mickey Waller] She is simply limp in Ki’s arms. There is little else she can do for that.

[Adara Mires] She raised a brow at that and kneeled to check the man’s pulse. She augment her sneses, using her tribes’ gift so she could pick the scent of the woman. She wipe the old man’s neck with her jacket to take off her prints

[Amunet Knezevic] “Fuck. Hijo de una madre maldita puta perra”

She runs her fingers in her hair, then backtracks and moves out of the mausoleum, stepping over/around Adara and the old man if necessary to go back outside.

[Black Dynamite] When Adara flips the old man over to check his pulse, it becomes pretty much instantly clear that it’s rather pointless to do so. He’s been opened from groin to breastbone, and his torso is empty, hollowed out. There’s no sign of the internal organs. His ancient, lined face is locked in its last expression, one of terror.

[Adara Mires] She doesn’t make a face, instead she smell around, trying ot find the woman’s scent, maybe a breeze that indicate a secret passage..she had seen indina jones after all. Maybe they left some other way. She stayed there to investigate, letting Amy get out.

[Black Dynamite] The scent of the woman is hard to pick out among all the scents of death and decay. There might be something floral, perhaps perfume, but perhaps flowers left behind by a mourning family.

[Amunet Knezevic] She heads out to find her sister, and therefore her sister’s lighter. A quick prayer is offered up that there’s an emergency gas can with SOMETHING in it somewhere in the RV.

[Black Dynamite] Gaia is probably with Amy and her sister. There’s a gas can inside, and there is, indeed, fuel.

[Amunet Knezevic] As Amy proceeds to douse the RV, Sarita runs back to drag Big Ugly back.

[Adara Mires] She inspect everything, using her better eyesight, her ears, her nose, anything that could help find something inside. If nothing comes up, she will head out, have a look around, maybe pick up the scent.

[Black Dynamite] Adara quickly realizes that the scents of a cemetery with her senses heightened are incredibly repulsive. The acrid chemical tang of embalming fluid mixes with rotting flesh and vegetation, and the smells of blood from the recent battles…It’s all very, very confusing, moreso when Amy and Sarita torch the RV with the bodies inside. It’s possible she catches a bit of the woman’s perfume, leading out, the opposite direction from where the Garou were.

[Amunet Knezevic] RV soaked, she helps Sarita drag the body inside, then heads for the mausoleum again to gather the old man.

[Adara Mires] She wasnauseated but she had to go on. She tried to follwo the scent of the perfume, because it won’t be over until the twins are truly dead.

[Black Dynamite] She tracks the scent down, through a chain link fence that has been torn down in parts. There’s a bit of vegetation, some thick bushes – and then, road. She sees tire tracks, where a car peeled out, but the scent ends here.

[Black Dynamite] The RV goes up in a blast of hot air and fire. It’s not a quick process, but the bodies will burn. The scent of charred flesh and the stink of burning fiber and leather and other, unidentifiable chemical smells fill the air.

[Adara Mires] She stands over the tracks with a frown. She’ll have to get in touch with the Silver Fang kin, Sasha so she can investigate the tracks, tell them what type of car it is, maybe finding the owner so they could visit them

She head back toward the others ” Any of you know Sasha, the CSI kin, or someone who knows her?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “Where the fuck were you?”

She and Sarita are heading back for the van, Amy’s mood impressively dark.

[Mickey Waller] Mickey and Ki are gone… he seems to have taken the paralyzed kin somewhere.

[Black Dynamite] ((that’s pretty much all i had, folks. thanks for letting me run this 🙂 feel free to migrate to whichever room, or stay here, or what have you))

[Adara Mires] She raised a brow ” I was following the trail the woman left. Doing my job.”

[Mickey Waller] [[Thank you much~]]

[Amunet Knezevic] She snorts, getting into the van.

[Adara Mires] She look at Amy then Sar ” See you around” And walk away, calling Kristen to see if her boyfriend knew his tribeskin

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She’s Back From Vegas

[Amunet Knezevic] She picked a bar. Why a bar? Two words.

Bar burgers.

She’s settled at the bar proper having gotten there early, hair up in a ponytail, wearing a tank top and jeans like usual.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] The door pushes open, and inside she walks. With the duster and the boots (and, Amunet is sure, the gun hidden on her), she might well look like an outlaw walking into an Old West saloon. She gives a quick glance around, though her eyes do go to the bar first. She smiles a little and then crosses the bar, sidling up to her sister.

“Funny meetin’ you here like this.” She grins as she sits down, lighting up.

[Amunet Knezevic] She laughs a little, shoulder bumping Sarita’s when she sits. “Yeah. I ordered for you.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Just as long as you didn’t ask for extra Guatemalan insanity sauce or whatever that shit was in Austin. Worst practical joke ever.” She smiles, the shoulder bump returned. “How you doin’, chica?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “Best one ever, you mean.” She waves to the bartender for beers, nodding a little “I’m doing good. How’s Kool and the gang?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Kickin’ it.” She exhales a drag of smoke, resting her elbows against the bar. “Things are pretty good. How about you? Vegas was fun? I wanna hear all about it.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “Vegas was fun” She nods, playing with the end of her ponytail. “We’re probably going to go back when we’ve got more than a weekend. Lots to see and shit.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] A little nod. “Nice. But seriously, you gotta give me more’n that. Gimme details, bitch.” She gives Amy a grin.

[Amunet Knezevic] She laughs again, head tilting with a devilish grin.

“Really? You want details about what we did in Vegas, where we went just after getting mated? Really? Answer carefully.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Her nose wrinkles, even as her eyes glitter with amusement. “Well, I’m not looking for in-depth tales of bedroom gymnastics, no. I’m talking about ~outside~ the bed-breaking activities.”

[Amunet Knezevic] She grins, then gets quiet for a minute. “He dropped three hundred bucks in one bet.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She blinks. “Wait, HOW much? Are you fuckin’ kidding?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “I know, right? I’m so fucking out of my league here”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Or you hit the big-time.” It’s said as a joke. “You got a sugar daddy. That’s awesome.” She winks at Amy and bumps into her lightly.

A moment passes and she looks over. “In all seriousness, so far so good? He’s not, like, bein’ weird or anything, is he?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “He hasn’t been weird at all. No fucked up demands, no watching me like a hawk, nothing. Everything is totally like it was before.”

Which pretty obviously creeps her out.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “And this is a bad thing?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “No. God, no. I mean, it’s like the total opposite of what I always thought it would be. Part of me is just waiting for the other shoe to drop or something.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That’s ’cause you think that it should drop, maybe.” She smiles and shrugs. “Don’t freak yourself out, Ames. Worrying because there’s nothing to worry about isn’t usually all that advisable, y’know?”

She takes her beer when it arrives, taking a drink. “But he’s good to you? Everything’s cool as far as that goes?” She looks over, watching Amy at that.

[Amunet Knezevic] She leans into her again “He’s really good to me, Sar. I swear.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Okay.” She wraps an arm around her sister’s shoulders, squeezing. “You know I’m still gonna look out for you, even if he’s the one with the claim. That shit don’t break bonds of blood.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “I know.” She settles into the squeeze, head on Sarita’s shoulder” Poor fucker if he ever does anything to me. He’ll have you and ‘Mano on his ass.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Damn skippy.” She grins a little, then nods. “And okay, I’ll bite. Who’s playin’ the role of Brother Dearest in this little sketch comedy.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “Hunter. We got shit figured out after the Gathering. He’s going to stop being an asshole, and I’m going to stop trying to fuck up a perfectly good friendship.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Oh, cool.” She nods. “Well, I’m glad. He may not be my biggest fan on the planet, but I’m glad you two are cool.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “He doesn’t like fucking anybody, including himself most days.” There’s an affection to it though, and she’s clearly at ease with him now.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] A faint smile. “Yeah…I kinda got that feeling from him.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “Pain in my fucking ass” She shakes her head and drinks her beer. “Everything is fucking working out here, Sar. You got a pack, I’m settling down. Jesus fuck.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah…big surprise, it’s actually workin’ out somehow.” A little nod and a brief smile. “Who knew?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “Not me, that’s for fucking sure. All that bullshit in Austin could’a been skipped if we just came here instead.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Timing woulda been off though. You always gotta get that timing just perfect.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “Yeah, I guess. John only got here in February, so that wouldn’t have happened. Stefan is new here too. Fuck me.” The burgers come, loaded with bacon and cheese and salt and enough cholesterol to kill a weaker person.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Fade!]]

Loft Party!

[Katherine Bellamonte] She had spent most of the previous night at the Caern, well into the morning hours.

The day rising with knowledge of Katherine Bellamonte’s new standing among her peers did it, for a large part of the day, without her. She slept, deeply, and only arose as dusk sank the day into brilliant reds and pinks across the horizon. Opening her closet, the Half Moon studied a collection of white, of black, of sparkling silver and a vast embassy of footwear.

She selected a pair of black kitten pumps, and came to a decision.

I am throwing a party, the declaration rang over the totemic link to her pack-mates. Tonight, at the Loft. Bring whoever you like, bring swimwear, bring wine and champagne. We’re going to celebrate.

The same general message is broadcast to her tribe-mates; to those she knows of, those she can reach. Word of mouth spreads, Honor’s Compass slips into a slinky silver cocktail dress, that sculpted itself to her frame and left very little to the imagination of any observing her. She pinned her fair hair from her neck, and left tendrils to frame an aristocratic chin, high cheekbones and a long, thin nose. Her mouth was painted bright, blinding red.

She was quite well pleased.

When the doors open for the guests, it is not simply Lucille who is there, but Asha’s former Herald, Thomas, also. Not in his usual role; the Kinsman looked pale, and aged by the death of his Mistress yet details not sorted, Katherine had, being the ever-diligent hostess and Alpha of his tribe, invited him to stay with her as long as was needed for him to decide what was next to occur.

For tonight, however, he is beside the elder Kinswoman to greet arrivals; and assist with coats. Honor’s Compass had not demanded his aid; but it was given without rancor. Perhaps being useful helped the Herald, and Katherine was not one to interfere in another method of grieving.

Still, they enter to the sound of quiet harmony; classical music pumping through speakers; discreetly planted around the Loft’s interior. The pool has been cleaned; and fresh towels lay upon deckchairs for daring visitors. There are trays of food, carried around by waiting staff; champagne chilling in a bucket of ice upon a stand. The black sofas pushed well out of the way so the floor was opened up; all white and minimalistic and utterly elegant.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Sarita’s been more or less staying regularly at the Loft since Amy left at the end of February. Even when he sister return, Sarita remained. Things were different between them, and even more so now. So for her, it’s not difficult to be ready. She just needs to come downstairs.

She isn’t dressed up at the moment. In fact, she isn’t dressed in any kind of regular attire…she’s gotten into her one-piece swimsuit early and is chilling in the pool. It is relaxing, being able to just float in the water or do laps. It allows her mind to stay in the moment and not drift. Drifting is bad…there’s a lot on her mind.

[Sinclair] Perhaps to some it might seem wrong, disrespectful to hold a celebration such as this so soon after Asha’s passing. Those some are not Garou, nor are they Unbroken. Savage, wild wolves lurking in such civilized skins, using money and the cut of a sweater and laughter and technology to smooth over the fact that not a single one of them is even close to mortal, even close to Normal.

Sinclair shows up (comes downstairs) in dark bootcut jeans and bare feet, her toenails painted metallic purple. She’s got a v-necked sweater on, form-fitting and pink. The piercing in her upper arm nudges against the fabric, the sleeves pushed up show the tattoos on her inner forearms, her hair being up in a messy bun — this passes for an updo, with Sinclair — reveals the mark of Earth on the back of her neck.

Passing a server she grabs a slice of cucumber with some mushed-up creamy liver substance artfully swirled onto it, and pops it in her mouth. Goes up to Katherine, glomps her arms around the newest sept Adren from behind, and chews as loudly as she can possibly manage right next to her ear.

[Derek Anderson] He enters the loft and present himself ot Thomas. He never had met Asha’s former herald and introdiced himself. He was allowed in. Tonight, the tall, musucula young man with blond hair was dressed in a dark suit, shoes, a blue shirt matching his eyes and tie. Over the suit was a long dark trench coat.

It was a night for celebration it seem, so he dressed the part. Still he had a bag in his right hand with his swimming trunks in. No wayt he wouldn’t come to the loft and not use the pool. He offered Katherine a warm smile when he saw her “Good evening Katherine. How have you been?” He say in his deep warm voice. “I might appear totally clueless if I ask it, but I will anyway. What’s the special occasion?”

He noticed Sarita in the pool and offer her a nod if she look his way, if not, no big deal. He offered a smile ot Sinclair when she came by Katherine “Hello SInclair, how are you?”He say, looking at her directly for once.

[Adamidas] If you are having a party, you have to expect gate crashers, you see. Because spirits are chatty, chatty things. Adam, however, is not a gate crasher. She’s actually fairly easy to get ahold of, and-

she found herself thinking of what it was that you bring to an Adren. You can’t bring Kate anything pretty of bauble-ie. She had all of that. She had prestige and a title and a nice house and things. She had a pack. She had a family. She had all sorts of things. We digress.

Adam shows up at the front door. Her hair is windblown, but it looks like she’d put some effort into doing it before she hit the road. She’s finally wearing that cocktail dress Harmony gave her… with the same boots she always wears because, let’s face it, she doesn’t own any other shoes aside from her platforms. She’s not sure what she’s going to do when she gets there, but she’s there.

With a messenger bag.

[Adamidas] (or bauble-ie, oi!)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She does note Derek and gives him a little wave in the midst of a backstroke. The grin is faint, but there.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] A little over twelve hours ago, there was a impromptu mini-celebration in the Caern itself, moments after Kate passed her challenge. Since then Lukas has gone home, gone to bed, zonked all day, woken up only the message comes across the totemphone.

Kate passed her challenge, he told Danicka, buttoning his shirt as he ducks his head into her study where she was cramming for her continuous-time linear systems final. She’s having a hoedown. You’re invited, but do you want me to tell her you’re trying to unlock the mysteries of the universe?

And also:

Have you seen the bottle of Wyborowa my dad sent last month?

And not too long after that, he’s parking the Beemer and coming up the walk, giving the door a perfunctory knock before simply using his key. He’s wearing a black shirt, charcoal slacks. He’s also wearing swim trunks under his clothes. He’s carrying a bottle of fine Polish wódka, with which he bumps Adamidas’s back as he follows her in.

“Hey,” he says. “Nice dress. Almost didn’t recognize you.”

[Alejandro] Alejandro doesn’t have many fancy clothes. It’s not that he couldn’t have got them growing up, it’s just that looking good hasn’t been a focus of his. Ever the student; ever the Garou; ever the boy and never the man.

Which is at odds with how he is dressed because his suit just does not fit. It’s old, that could be gathered from the fact that it isn’t last seasons style or even the seasons before that. It isn’t so old that it’s back in fashion, but it isn’t so flamboyant that it could ever been completely out of fashion, either.

This suit is grey, not quite silver but not quite bland, either. There is a little matching waistcoat beneath the jacket and a black tie upon a white dress shirt. The problem is that the sleeves only reach halfway down his wrists. The garment bunches at his elbows, pulls at his shoulders, rides too high at his ankles and reveals thin black dress socks above worn — but clean — leather shoes.

Under one arm there is a cardboard cylinder, tucked up into his armpit and he shuffles towards the front door with steps that announce his pleasure to be here. The cylinder is large — even more so because of his diminutive figure — and when he reaches the front entrance he slips in beside Adam and Lukas.

A little spastic wave is given to both of them, a grin for Adam too. He falls in step beside them. “Hello!”

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] [FINE, change it to:

Kate passed her challenge, he told Danicka, buttoning his shirt as he drops in on her watching The Fifth Element on BluRay. She’s having a hoedown. You’re invited, but do you want me to tell her you’re burnt out from unlocking the mysteries of continuous-time linear systems? ]

[Katherine Bellamonte] It is understandable that Derek might have received a formal invitation — not a demand, not these days — to join Kate at her home, but the circumstances may well baffle the young Detective. Katherine Bellamonte did not strike many as a woman of easy whim, not when it came to parties.

Sinclair throws her arms around Katherine, and chews noisily in her ear and her sister is bracing an arm over the other woman’s hand, chiding politely: “That is very expensive dip, Sinclair,” as if she expects this to make some sort of difference in the long run. “I am pleased you came, Derek. We are celebrating my achievement of new rank,” a moment, one can feel the gleam of pleasure in Katherine as she says, with quiet pride.

“I am now an Adren in the Nation’s eyes. Please, help yourself to food and drink.”

Thomas, straying from the door, nods to those who acknowledge him, and retreats to seat himself with a cup of tea, he will not drink, and there is a certain somberness surrounding the Herald’s black attire; though he had pleasure enough to greet the Silver Fang with when she first returned home, triumphant. Lucille, ever watchful, however, fusses with coat collars, and hangs each with care. She argues with the hired waiters, and demands they be more careful with the silver and crystal glass ware.

Still, with each newcomer; the sense of celebration grows.

There is something cathartic in it, for the wolves of Unbroken. They have lost someone; there must be balance to their grief.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Hey Kate. Hey, Kate. She’s been doing this every now and then throughout the day over the pack link. You’re an Aaaaaadreeeeeen…

It helps put the grin on her face, and there’s one on there now as she treads water, watching all the arrivals.

[Sinclair] “Everything you have is very expensive,” Sinclair counters, giving her a squeeze around the middle before letting her go. “Except for that bag of Sam’s Best brand Mini Peanut Butter Cups you keep in the freezer. Yeah. I found those,” she adds warningly, getting out of arm’s reach.

[Derek Anderson] He blinked at Kate’s words then strated to say something, couldn’t then smiled sheepishly. He felt very dense right now. That was something incredibly important and he had no clue about it. He took a few seconds to recover and smiled warmly “Congratulation Katherine.” Was all he saud and all he could say. He could tell her it’s amazing, but she knew that already. Beside what used she would have for praise coming from him? She had peers who understood better her pride and joy.

“Thank you for the invitation” He said “Enjoy your evening” Sinclair ignored him, no great surprise here. So he ignored her back and moved away to let Adamidas, Lukas and I guy he didn’t know meet with Katherine

“Good evening Adamidas” He say, remembering the young woman from a short encounter a while ago “Good evening Lukas” He say smiling to both and nodded to Alejandro “Good evening to you as well.” He drifted away for now. Moving toward the pool but not quite. He looked in Sarita’s direction ofr a few seconds as he took off his coat then kept his attention on the Garou surrounding Katherine.

[Adamidas] There’s vodka- wódka- poking her and she turns around. Finds herself looking at a very familiar chest. She grins.

“Harmony’s got awesome taste, he got it for me for Christmas,” of course, she missed Christmas, but that was beside the point. She is walking, and is fine to pass on until she notices Alejandro. The female perks up immediately- you’d think they were childhood friends the way she perks up.

“Hey!”

And Derek gets a wave, “hey Derek. Look at you cleaning up nice… I think this is a little classier party than I’m used to.”

[Amunet Knezevic] One should, in polite society, at least tell your sister in person before vacating town for any amount of time.

She failed to do this last time, which is what brings her to the loft tonight to seek her out

[Katherine Bellamonte] It’s such a strange thing, she has replied with, more than once to Sarita’s reminders, on the hour like clockwork; a quiet chiming of Adren, Adren, Adren. I do not feel any different, but the spirits must see the change, if nothing else.

When Lukas, Adamidas and Alejandro arrive almost sequentially behind each other; Katherine, a shimmering vision in silver and black heels moves forward to greet them, casting a decidedly pointed look over her shoulder at her sister as she reminds her she found the Silver Fang’s top secret, low budget snack storage area. “Those are for guests,” she protests lightly, with entirely too much defensiveness creeping through her voice.

“Not me.”

Then, champagne flute in one hand; she moves forward. “Adamidas, I am so pleased you are here!” A press of red lips to the air beside a cheek, Lukas gets a radiant smile, a brush of a hand to his sleeve and Alejandro a neat little dip of her head to one side.

“Welcome, Seeks the Horizon. Is your brother with you, tonight? I fear he is building mystique in avoiding our meeting.” Her lips quirk. Then: Amunet appears; moving toward the door to the brightly lit complex and Katherine’s fair brows rise in clear surprise.

Sarita, your sister is here.

[Amunet Knezevic] She is dressed for a red eye flight to Sin City, which means she is NOT dressed for this type of party. Looking horribly uncomfortable, she makes her way into the loft and tries to stay out of the way as she sends a text.

Where ARE you? I’m downstairs.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She frowns when she hears that. Yes, when Amy comes around, Sarita tends to think something’s wrong. Do you blame her? No, something usually IS wrong. FInally, you’re on my side. Yep.

Oh wow, the Strider sends through the link, getting out of the pool. Thanks.

She climbs out of the pool, grabbing a towel and drying off quickly as she comes out to the main area, looking for her.

[Amunet Knezevic] She would be the one off to the side, looking uncomfortable and entirely out of place…

[Sinclair] There’s laughter in the room that only Katherine and Lukas and Sarita can hear, because outwardly, Sinclair doesn’t let it loose. It’s in response to some mention over their link, something Katherine said that made her… well. Happy. She wanders around mostly, bumping purposefully into Lukas as though they’re in lupus before she continues on, giving an upward nod to Adamidas and a curious glance at this new kid that stinks of Fang just as much as the rest of the Loft does. She does happen to ignore the kinsman. She doesn’t even give him the little wave of hello that Sarita offers. And it might be that she hates him, for reasons he can’t fathom.

That is something he is free to believe if it accords with his nature. Sinclair, ignoring him, can’t help him interpret her behavior. She glances over at Amunet, tipping her head to the side. So that’s Sarita’s sister.

[Alejandro] Derek gets a cheery smile from the Theurge and a greeting in passing that goes something like: Hi! I’m Alejandro! But then it’s on to meet Kate and the look on his face is nothing if not ecstatic. He seems proud of her, happy for her, pleased to hear of her success.

“Honor’s Compass Rhya! My brother should be arriving, he is not so mysterious as he seems. I once had to wait seven hours for him to cross to the other side once. But he’ll be here!” He beams, using her Fostern name because the spirits know not of any other. “I know that you said you didn’t require any gifts, so please don’t feel I have ignored your wishes but..”

He looks positively giddy.

“I made this!” And he holds out the cylindrical device to her. “It’s that picture — map — of the Umbra! It has all that which is there and not there and sort of almost there marked in different colours because I find it so much easier to read maps when there are colours. Don’t you?”

[Derek Anderson] He smiled back at Adamidas “Thank you. And you look lovely tonight” He reply to her “And don’t worry about it. Later everyone will be in swimsuits probably and make it a lot less classy or formal”

He move slightly away from the young Fury to let her speak with whoever she desire. He noticed Amy, recognizing her from the only encounter and nodded to her. Well at least he wouldn’t be the only kin in a Garou party. Not that he was uncomfortable being the only one surrounded by true borns, especially the Unbroken. For some reason it seem to happen that way.

He folded his trench coat over his arm and then Thomas appeared to help him with it. Once his fellow kinsman was away, he took a champagne glass from one of the waiters.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] “Because obviously,” Lukas says drily, “you’d serve economy peanut butter cups to your guests.”

Then he breaks into a grin, side-hugging Kate briefly before pressing the Wyborowa into her hands. “Congrats, Kate. This is my last bottle until I nag my dad into sending more, so make the most of it and get smashed.”

[Adamidas] She’s seen this in movies. She knows, in theory, how this air kiss thing works. She doesn’t necessarily understand the entirety of it, but in her mind she chalks it up to Katherine being classy and somewhat French. Sinclair gets another nod in return which, while somewhat urban in its nature,doesn’t look quite as cool when she does it.

“I haven’t seen the place on this side of the umbra, it’s… huge, and you have a pool,” given her inflection it’s quite clear that the Fostern approves.

[Sinclair] “We have a big pool,” Sinclair says, though Adam is really talking to Katherine. She says ‘we’. This is, in a way, pack territory after it is Katherine’s. “It used to be smaller. We begged her and made puppy eyes til she had it expanded. That pool is a triumph of teamwork.”

[Gabriel Ferreira] He doesn’t look nearly as uncomfortable or out of his element as his brother does. When the Cliath of Honor’s Compass’s auspice arrives, it’s with some sort of gift for Lucille that the lower-class writer of this post can’t be fucked Googling but it’s expensive and classy; the grieving herald is given condolences, and once he actually makes his way into the domicile, far more expansive and luxurious than it appears on the outside, he makes a quick sweep of the room to map everyone out.

Once he’s located his brother and found that nothing has been set on fire, his shoulders relax.

The first person he approaches isn’t the triumphant hostess, or his perpetually cheerful brother, but the kinswoman standing off to the side, isolated and irritable. Without any in hand, no champagne glass or hors d’oeuvres, without having met before, the immediate question that comes to mind as he walks up to Amy is What does he want?

His hands are in the pockets of his dress pants as he casually comes to stand by the wall beyond arm’s length from Amy.

“It’s a party,” he says, lightly, in a voice that lacks an accent, “not a tribunal.” A beat. “Unless I read the invitation wrong. That would be embarrassing.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She smiles a little and makes her way to her sister, coming up next to her. “Hey you.” She smiles to her, and then looks to Gabriel to give him a nod. “Hola.”

[Adamidas] She looks at Sinclair, and her eyes widened. The Glass Walker might as well have said Katherine got the pack their own individual ponies. It’s sheer amazement, “those had to be some pretty intense puppy eyes. I tried to convince Alec once that we needed a pool, and it didn’t happen. I can’t really talk the Coltranes into getting a pool, because it wouldn’t really be practical.”

And the lake is right there. But a lake isn’t a pool, you see.

[Amunet Knezevic] She laughs in spite of her complete unease, fingers running in her hair. “Well. You got an invitation, which puts you a rung above me here.

Oh hey. There’s Sarita. Fresh out of the pool. This is handy, should anyone need the super secret access point to fucking Bizarro land, she’ll just direct them to the loft.

[Katherine Bellamonte] Gabriel hands her a map of the Umbra, and Katherine seems genuinely fascinated as he points things out on it. “Look, Lukas, Adam, Gabriel has drawn an Umbral map for me.” As if he were her toddler, presenting his first finger painting to his mother, her beaming and proud.

The Cliath Fang’s brother makes an appearance, then, and Katherine, carefully passing off Lukas’ gift to Lucille to tend after, finds his figure with her pale eyes and watches him, intently. She glances side long at Alejandro and her eyes ask the question without ever parting her lips to speak it.

Waiters bring around fresh offerings in the shape of colorful seafood snacks; trout and salmon with caviar, more of the same cucumber and avocado relish Sinclair had plucked from a tray earlier; other fanciful combination with names that involved things such as a side of or a sprig of to complete them.

Despite the press of combined Rage in the air around them; the atmosphere of the Loft is airy; pleasant. There is no demands being placed on either of the Kinfolk there; Amy is offered a flute of champagne by a waitress dressed in black slacks and a white collared shirt. There is also sparkling cider and wine on tap.

The Theurge Elder is impressed by the sheer mass of the pool; Honor’s Compass smiles. “I am quite convinced I have the happiest water spirits in it second perhaps only to the lake itself.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “You’re here. That’s awesome.” She looks from Gabriel to Amy. “Um…Alejandro’s brother, this is my sister Amy. Amy, this is…Alejandro’s brother.”

Isn’t she good at introductions? “Kate made Adren,” she explains to Amy. “Thus, the party.”

[Katherine Bellamonte] [oops, I meant Alejandro. Shut up, there’s a lot of you.]

[Derek Anderson] He walked around, watching everyone but no one in particular. He knew everyone except two right now. At least by sight. He drinks from his champagne glass, not mingling right now. Everyone was congratulating Kate as they should, people were getting acquinted with others.

He put his bag on one of the benches, for later, when it’ll be time for swimming. Right now, Sarita was the only one dressed ofr swimming and after their last discussion, he won’t go in the pool alone with her if she gets back to it. She mgiht get the impression that he didn’t understood what she said that night. And he did and respected it.

So for now, leaving them alone was ok with him.

[Gabriel Ferreira] “Look on the bright side–”

Whatever that bright side is, he isn’t afforded the opportunity to impart it to his unwilling audience.

Hola, Sarita says, and he leans slightly past the kinswoman to regard the Ragabash. Given his height compared to hers, he could have looked clear over the shorter woman’s head to address her–guardian, sister, cousin, he can’t tell–tribeswoman. As he’s glancing over, that universal sense of being watched creeps up his spine, and his eyes wander across the room to find the source of it.

Spotted!

Olá,” he replies, the accentuation different, the accent on a different syllable. That said, he steps away from the wall to form a lopsided sort of triangle between himself and the two females, extending his hand to shake should either of them feel inclined to do so. “Nice to meet you. My name’s ‘Gabriel’ but I’ll answer to ‘Alejandro’s brother,’ too.”

He steps back.

“If you’ll excuse me.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “Amunet. It’s nice to meet you, Alejandro’s brother.” Not that she has the slightest idea who Alejandro is, but….

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “New Fangs,” she says as Gabriel walks off, and she takes a lean next to Amy. She’s content to be at the side of the party with her sister, though she’s keeping her packmates in view.

“I’m glad to see you here. How’d that meeting go?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “Good. Really good.”

She has the same irrational panicked thought now that she did after she lost her virginity to Ox. Can they tell? Does something seem somehow different? Is she marked in some invisible way? Nobody seemed to be paying any attention to her, which she took as a good sign.

[Alejandro] There are things to point out on the map, things that Alejandro make sure they see because they’re fascinating. His index finger darts across the surface of it once it is unfurled and they read labels that are formal and artsy like: Where Water Spirits Whisper, The Windy Peak. There are other labels though, less formal and more personal – notes and edits too.

Fun times with Fire spirits! Caution: Take sunscreen!

Warning: Hole in the basement, unsure where it leads. I totally understand how Locke felt though! I want to open the hatch!

Once he has taken up enough — too much — of her time, he wanders off. It’s in Sinclair’s direction that he seems to meander, a thin youth with a too small suit. He doesn’t say anything yet, though he’ll flash her a sheepish smile if she looks at him. He just sort of.. loiters.

[Adamidas] She peeks along with, but there’s quiet recognition and genuine pleasure on her features.

“Oh wow,” she looks from the map to Alejandro, “how far down does it go? That’s seriously handy.”

She then addreses the rest of the Unbroken, or whoever else could muse about the pool. She grins, “more than likely? It’s a well loved, well-tended place. And nothing is going to mess with them in here. It’s a good, safe place to be. ”

[Sinclair] Sinclair is by the food. She’s not as face-stuffing as a Bone Gnawer’s best stereotype, but she’s making pretty good progress on some finger foods with more of that avocado stuff on them and looks to be considering bringing in a bag of tortilla chips and some bean dip to round out Katherine’s impromptu spread, which would take most people two weeks to set up.

Alejandro wanders over. She’s chewing, and slows down a bit as he loiters. Stares at him. “What?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She gives Amy a weird look. “Well, awesome.” It’s said in the teasing tone that they used to use with each other. Amy and Sarita can bicker and snipe at each other like there’s no tomorrow, and they can have some of the biggest knock-down, drag-out sister fights this side of a Cops episode. But there hasn’t been much of that lately. Just quiet words, no less frustrated, and hugs and the occasional tear.

“Y’okay? You seem a bit…off.”

[Adamidas] “Oh! Kate! When you have time!” she half lifts up her bag, “I have stuff for you. But I didn’t wrap it.”
And, apparently, it’s personal enough that she doesn’t want to take it out yet.

[Amunet Knezevic] “Um. I wanted to let you know I was taking off for the weekend. You know. Not by text this time.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Oh.” She nods a little bit, reaching up to brush her hand over Amy’s hair. “Well, that’s cool. Just the weekend?”

[Katherine Bellamonte] Honor’s Compass does seem very pleased with her gift, she holds it carefully against her side; one arm folded over her middle, the other holding a flute of no doubt very expensive champagne. She’s sipping from it idly, every few moments and smiling around at her gathering of guests.

She has to stand, one should note, rather carefully in her gown; while lovely and light-catching; it was rather on the short side, and dipped into a daring V that bared a great deal of flesh without becoming cheap about it. Still; Katherine wore it elegantly, as was to be expected of her and as Alejandro’s brother crosses toward her she quiets, and sips from her flute, watching him through pale eyes; her lids painted a smokey gray.

“You must be Gabriel,” she greets him, voice quite amicable. “I wondered when you would surface into the light.”

Adamidas has things — but she didn’t wrap them. Katherine’s eyebrows rise. “What have you brought me, Adamidas.” There’s a lightness to that, she’s teasing.

[Amunet Knezevic] “Yeah.”

Wow, this is uncomfortable.

“We’re going to Vegas for a couple days”

[Alejandro] She stares at him and he stares back. The question has his smile shift from sheepish to comfortably cheery. “I’m Alejandro. Do you live here?”

A small hand reaches out and takes up a carrot stick or celery stick if they are on offer, stabbing it into some nearby dip before he chomps on the end of it.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Good.” She smiles and nods. She is picking up on Amy’s discomfort, and that is affecting her, but mostly because she doesn’t see why it’s so weird, and she’s concerned. That worry for her sister will always be there, whether she has a mate or not. And in addition, there is joy for her sister. She may not be convinced this is her best course of action, but she’s keeping it down.

“That’ll be awesome. You guys can have a blast, get away from all this. It’ll be good for you. I’m happy.”

[Derek Anderson] He stop somewehre between the pool and the lobby. His kind bluee eyes moved from Garou to Garou, his glass f champagne almost empty. He’s not mingling right now. If it was only the Unbroken, it would be easier, but right now, he kept his distance.

He would probably stay there only for some time nd leave finally. Politly representing the Fang Kins and then let the Garou to their celebration. He move to the food, grab a snadwich and move away again.

[Gabriel Ferreira] Alejandro’s brother isn’t wearing anything quite as eye-catching as Miss Bellamonte, which both ought to go without saying and fill everyone in the room with gratitude. Considering that this isn’t exactly a formal tribal affair, he is not wearing a tuxedo. He wears a three-piece suit, because it’s cold as the devil outside, but it fits better than whatever it is that Alejandro is wearing, and he doesn’t look as though he’d rather be outside rolling around in a mud heap.

There is quite a bit to look at, but she’s his elder, and his eyes behave themselves.

She wondered when he would surface.

“Wonder no more, -rhya,” he says, taking his hands out of his pockets for etiquette’s sake.

Then the Adren is addressing the Fostern, so he waits his turn.

[Amunet Knezevic] The pod people were here. Awesome. Her eyes flicker around the room quickly as if expecting an uncomfortable surprise.

“So…. I guess I should say congratulations and get out of here, hey?”

[Sinclair] What makes Sinclair intimidating — and she is, in fact, very intimidating — is not her rage. That’s eclipsed quite neatly by other Garou in the room. Gabriel and Katherine and Lukas all have more of that internal fire to draw on, to carry with them, to endure. With Sinclair, it’s something else entirely. She looks at Alejandro, another wolf, as though she is gauging whether he is higher or lower on the food chain — literally — than she is. The fact that it takes her little more than a moment to determine just how far below her he is, how quickly she could eat him, how many bites it would take,

unnerves every mortal she meets. Makes Kinfolk uncomfortable. Makes her a little less than popular even among other wolves. She’s not a woman, purple toenails and piercings and human trappings notwithstanding. She’s savage thing made only more dangerous, not more civil, by opposable thumbs and technological intelligence.

She blinks at him, slow and lazy, once. “I’m Sinclair. And yes.”

Over there, people are giving Kate presents, like it’s her birthday or something. Somehow, something completely bizarre seems utterly natural just because it’s Kate. “I’m Kate’s packmate,” she adds.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Soon after showing up, Lukas disappeared into the kitchen to…

…mix drinks, as it turns out. While Katherine sips on champagne, Lukas reemerges with some eight or ten collins glasses of distinctively blue liquor. It’s not often that he plays chef or bartender, but one supposes tonight’s ample justification for an exception.

So he passes that tray around – to Kate, to his packmates, to the guests. When everyone who wants a shot has one, Lukas raises his voice enough to cut momentarily through the conversation.

“I’d like to make a toast,” he says. “Here’s to Katherine, who proved today what everyone already knew: that she’s a badass Adren Philodox. Here’s to my pack, my brothers and sisters past and present and future.

“Here’s to booze and pool parties. Here’s to friends. Here’s to celebrating us, and the savage joy of our lives.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Well, you can hang out if you want. It might be fun.”

She gives a little shrug. She wants Amy to be comfortable, but there are a lot of people here she doesn’t know. And it’s not exactly the best time for introductions.

Lukas comes out, and he has shots. Sarita takes one and gives one to Amy.

[Amunet Knezevic] Ohthankholygod alcohol. She gratefully takes the shot, eyeing Lukas and trying to stay invisible.

[Sinclair] Sinclair takes two shots. When the toast is given, she clinks them together. “Hear, hear!”

First goes the left, then goes the right.

[Katherine Bellamonte] Katherine doesn’t offer her hand to Gabriel, or do much of anything but look at him for a good few moments. It’s not challenging, per say, that stare, but rather more curious; considering. She does add, after a long pause of silence, broken by the soft classical music, tinkering from the background. The lapping of water in the pool, as the cleaner is activated and hums along the bottom; greedily eating anything daring to pollute it.

Were Sinclair’s spirit with her; he’d no doubt be EEEing over the machinery.

“It’s nice to put a face to the name, Resurrection. I am obviously Katherine, Honor’s Compass. I am your tribal Alpha, and your auspice Elder in the city. I look forward to seeing you show yourself to be a worthwhile addition here, along with your brother.” A beat, Lukas brings out that dreaded blue mixture of his; Katherine clings to her champagne.

A corner of her mouth flicking with the toast, she raises her glass, eyes gleaming.

In the corner; Thomas and Lucille, sharing conversation among themselves, also toast.

[Alejandro] The only response to Sinclair’s undeniable predatory nature is the fact that Alejandro waited for her to initiate conversation before speaking. After that he is smiles, he seems comfortable. It might be ignorance or innocence or the fact that his spirit soars so high compared to his human nature, but he doesn’t shy away from her despite the fact that yes: She could eat him all up, one bite perhaps two if he were lucky.

Just like her intimidating otherness, there is something strange about the boy – and he is most definitely a boy, not a man. It isn’t strong enough to pin-point, but it isn’t weak enough to be only revealed in the Umbra either. She might get a sense of the elements, perhaps a familiar one because it strikes each individual differently. It’s masked beneath his breeding, but it’s still there.

Her name is Sinclair, she lives here and his smile broadens. Before he can respond, however, there is a toast. He has no drink, no glass, so he takes one of the shots. He’s not entirely sure that he should be allowed to have one but he raises it anyway along with what’s left of his celery stick and joins in the cheer with everybody else.

Once it’s all over and the cheering has subsided along with the speeches he looks again at Sinclair. “I’m going to be living her too,” he says, like that is wonderful news. “I heard you have a friend,” his tone has shifted, something more secretive, something that excites. “I would love to meet him.”

EEEing indeed!

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] “Okay,” Lukas explains the rules with great patience, “you can’t get Sinclair to take your shot by proxy, Kate.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She smiles and raises her glass. In another time, another day, she would have given some kind of ululation, an over-the-top cheer or the like. She’s certainly that pleased for her packmate, and the warmth shows in her expression. The response however is more restrained. She just raises her glass and winks at Kate, giving her a nod that is both congratulatory and grateful.

And then the shot is knocked back.

[Derek Anderson] He took the shot from Lukas “Thank” He say to the man. He raise his shot like everyone else and down it after the toast. He let the strong mix of liquors burn down his throat. It was really good and wondered if he shold get more. Then again being drunk here mgiht not be the best thing. He had to look respectable in front of Katherine after all.

He handed the shot to a passing waited and took another glass of champagne.

[Amunet Knezevic] “I should go.”

Sarita belongs here, not her. Her fingers brush in her hair again, then she reaches to squeeze her sister’s arm.

“I’ll see you Monday, hey?”

[Gabriel Ferreira] A tray of glowing-nuclear liquid is passed around by a larger, heavier wolf, and it would be terribly rude to not partake in a drink prepared by his elder. The Cliath flicks a glance to Katherine, standing cool and poised with her flute in one hand and the Umbral map in the other, and he suppresses a smile as he reaches out a hand to take one of the Collins glasses.

There’s a ring on his left hand, visible only because that’s the hand he uses to pick up the glass.

“Thank you, -rhya,” he tells the Lord.

A toast, and then Katherine is being teased. Gabriel thinks about tossing his back, but holds onto it while his tribal and auspice elder is reminded of the rules of engagement. There is no verbal teasing, but there is an air of expectation about the taller Philodox.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She frowns. “You sure? I know it’s a lot of people here, but…”

She sighs, and then nods. “Okay. Listen, when you get back Monday we’ll hang, okay? Just you and me?”

[Sinclair] Sinclair’s eyebrows flick up a bit. “A… friend?” is all she can give Alejandro, since the cheerful little poppet doesn’t get more specific than that.

[Amunet Knezevic] “We’ve got a flight to catch.” The words tumble over themselves in a rush to make it out. “I mean, it seems like a great party and all, but we’ve got a flight. Yeah, Monday. It’ll be fun, right? ” She smiles, taking a couple of shuffly steps toward the door.

[Alejandro] The poppet nods his head and takes another bite of his celery stick. The shot remains untouched but he eyes it now and then, like he wants to drink it all the same.

“Yes,” he confirms once he has swallowed the vegetable. “Names are.. not meaningless, but I find trouble in translating them. A spirit, or so I’m told. Is he truly your friend?” He asks the last part in a hushed tone, like he doesn’t want to have the hope that such a thing could be possible. The spirits love him — at least the nice ones — most assuredly. But he doesn’t have that; he has never had that.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She sighs. She knows when Amy’s coming up with bullshit excuses to get away. She rubs at her eyes. “Yeah, totally. C’mon, lemme walk you out.”

[Katherine Bellamonte] “I already have a drink, Lukas,” she primly shoots back at him with an expression of great forbearance. Then, as eyes watch, and wait she heaves a sigh and gestures for the tray. “Very well, but I drink under protest. This is peer pressure, hm?”

She holds one up, studies it, and then swallows it out with her eyes closed.

[Sinclair] At that, Sinclair blinks. “Oh. Tripoli,” she says, like she might actually be talking about a two-legged, five-fingered sort of friend. It isn’t that Sinclair doesn’t understand or respect what it means to have a familiar like the one she does, that she’s received something special in the little metal gaffling’s affection and devotion. But it’s Tripoli.

And Alejandro talks in hushed, awed tones and Sinclair just looks at him like he’s grown a third head. Yes, a third. Two wouldn’t quite cover the weirdness she’s attributing to him. “Uh, yeah.” A beat. “Dude, don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re really giving off this desperate freshman vibe. Have a shot and chill out.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] And move to walk Amy out she does. She stays outside the Loft once Amy heads off, going into her van and changing out of her swimsuit. Yes, she keeps clothes in her van. You would too if you lived out of it cross-country for ten years. Once she’s dressed she lights up a cigarette, hanging outside and smoking for a bit.

[Adamidas] No one can be quite sure where she went, possibly off to the bathroom (which meant that Adam got lost on the way there) or possibly to the umbra to check out and see how the water spirits actually felt about Kate’s pool (pretty damned good. They like the pool, yay pool!) but what matters is this.

The Black Fury comes back and she’s adjusted herself. she’s got chalk dust in her hair again. Just a little bit of it. Enough to be telling. She snags a drink on the way.

[Alejandro] “Oh..” Colour flushes his cheeks then drains just as quickly. He turns his head down for a moment. It isn’t the first time such an opinion has been expressed and it won’t be the last time.

“I should.. I’m sorry, I just..” Resignation at first, then something else: Nervous courage. He looks at the shot glass again then throws it down the hatch with the awkwardness of someone who is probably doing this for the first time.

[rolling stam for his first drink! +1 dif newbieness]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 7)

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] “I applaud your courage,” says the Ahroun who, some time ago, gave a cub a semi-serious lecture about the booze of the tribes. The corner of his mouth tilts, “Now have another one.”

Lukas picks up another one himself then. A moment or two after Sarita escorts her sister out — long enough to let them say their goodbyes — he follows the Strider. Finds her smoking outside, which is one minor sin he’s never really picked up.

“Those will kill you,” he says wryly, taking a seat beside her on the van’s floor, legs hanging out the side sliding door. “But if you’ve got a toke, I’ll share that with you.”

[Sinclair] The Galliard smirks as Alejandro downs the AMF. She glances up as Lukas and Sarita head outside; there’s a flicker of something in her eyes. Maybe longing. She doesn’t go to join them, though. She stays inside the party. There have been times when Lukas has gone to her when she’s down, too. Times when, really, it helps to just have some one on one conversation with their brother.

She goes to find the tray and gets another shot. “Hey, Brass Petals-yuf,” she calls out. “Have a shot! We’re toasting Kate’s awesomesaucesomness.”

[Katherine Bellamonte] The Hostess goes and perches herself on a black leather sofa; crossing her long legs at the knee and balancing at once a flute of champagne and another of the bright blue death drinks her Alpha seems to be intent on her consuming until she falls on her head and has the Grand Elder appearing to strip her of Adren on account of being a drunken dolt.

She tries a second one, however and finds it not quite as eye-watering as the first.

A discreet cough goes unheard beneath a palm and she watches; quite amused as the Theurge re-appears, looking a little dusty. Katherine waves Adamidas over. “What did you want to give me, Brass Petals?”

[Gabriel Ferreira] There’s no triumphant whooping or raucous encouragement as Katherine breaks down and gives into the double-fronted peer pressure from the males. The corner of the Philodox’s mouth quirks into what almost becomes a smile, and then he tosses back his own shot without much effort. The fruitiness of it surprises him, and he blinks.

“I wouldn’t call it ‘peer pressure,'” he says, once he’s recovered.

Her Alpha applauds her courage, bids her take another one, and Gabriel fixes her with another look. She can’t pussy out in front of the Cliath, now, can she?

Then he spares a brief glance around, as if trying to see what his brother is up to. He’s downing shots. Fantastic. A second shot is taken, and Gabriel wipes his mouth before ambling over to collect Alejandro.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks over at Lukas and smiles, exahaling a lungful of smoke. “Lots of things that’ll kill you, mi capitan. Whole mess of ’em.” She stubs out the smoke on the fender, and then leans back into the van to pull up a piece of carpet next to the wheel well. It fit seamlessly enough that you wouldn’t even know it was separate from the rest of the laydown carpet in the place if you didn’t see it get removed. There’s a little compartment there and she flicks a combination, then opens it and pulls out a baggie with a several joints. It wasn’t the only baggie in the compartment.

“The key…as I’ve learned…” She pops the joint into her mouth and lights it up. She takes a drag, holds it in and then slowly exhales before she passes it over. “…is to do the things that you enjoy, whether it kills you or not. Odds are, it’s not the thing that’s gonna.”

A pause. “‘sides, if you live denying every joy you’ve got? You ain’t really living.”

[Adamidas] “Weeoo!”

Don’t have to tell her twice. The female trots over and grabs a shot, only to hear Kate calling her name. She stops about mid step and turns, “the hostess doth beckon. Prost!”

The shot goes back, and it’s sheer force of will and a fair bit of practice that keeps Adam from gagging and looking dazed. She lives at the brotherhood. She drinks. She pays tribute to grain (or maybe it’s potato… she didn’t look at what she drank and the female isn’t experienced enough of a drinker to notice the burn in her throat is distinct depending on what she’s drinking.)

She sidles up and sits herself beside Kate. Or, rather, near Kate. She’s got a grin on her face, and her voice drops to the tone of conversational. But not entirely openly so. Shotglass in one hand, she finds something in her bag with the other. It’s offered to Kate.

[Matthieu] Matthieu was not the kind of man to make a casual appearance. Every thrum of his heart was another beat of a living legacy in the making. Pulsing through his veins wasn’t just the blood of the Heroes of the Garou but the blood of the greatest heroes the world had ever seen. The Silver Fang wasn’t simply born into luxury despite the filth the Shadow Lords would attempt to spread about them. Each and every one of Matthieu’s ancestors was a Hero in their own right. Whether they were eradicating the Black Spiral menace from much of France or helping to draw the Wendigo into the Garou nation in a glorious reunion of cousins removed by countless millenia Matthieu’s ancestors were anything but lazy. Each life was a story all it’s own. Each one leaving behind a story to be shared before all. Some would end in tragedy and some would end in triumph but one thing that could never be said about this ancient family was the fact that they had not earned the greatness that pumped through their veins.

Matthieu was not great… Matthieu was not amazing or incredible. He was smart, he was cunning, and he was charming but he was young and inexperienced. Yet he knew that the weight of his own families greatness rested firmly on his shoulders. It wasn’t just that they wished him to be great, no no no these were Silver Fangs. House and Tribe depend on that greatness in both character and strength. A Silver Fang must be faster he must be stronger and he must be smarter because the fate of the nation, and through the nation the world, rested firmly upon their shoulders.

Others would complain, they would boil with discontent, and they would throw themselves against his people again and again. It has happened time and time again and it would happen again several times in his lifetime. The Silver Fang’s life was a double edged sword. They carried the weight of an entire nation on their shoulders and in turn they carried the contempt and hatred of the enemies of that nation as well as their enemies within. Yet there would be no complaint, and there would be no tears.

The wyrm comes and it tears its way through their world it falls upon the weak and the strong alike but against the walls of the Silver Fang’s ancient fortresses is where it is halted like a bull charging against a brick wall.

The Silver Fangs don’t know they are strong because they were born to rick parents. The Silver Fangs know they are strong because their enemies have thrown anything and everything you can imagine their way and still they stand tall and fast. By the Shadow Lords, their ancient rivals, own reasoning it is the strongest who rule. Well so far the Silver Fangs have ruled for how many Hundred Millenia? Longer than any kingdom of man… Longer than science, and agriculture, longer than man has had fire the Silver Fangs have ruled and still to this day they continue to rule.

This is the legacy Matthieu carries to the door of the Loft. It was an ancient legacy and one which swelled his heart with pride. He might not be great yet but he belonged to a tribe who was judged solely on the merit of their greatness. He would be great in action and deed because he, like every other Silver Fang, will accept nothing less than that.

Patient, and quiet until the time came to speak, the Galliard, and now Elder, stood outside the door biding his time. So much to be done in this city and with this city. So much was going on, and so much needed to be fixed. Ten thousand things might cross his mind on any given day but he was a Silver Fang he would address each one individually, if he has to, and confront them all.

[Alejandro] Alejandro takes down whatever was in that glass, he’s not entirely sure. Then Sinclair’s gone with no promise to introduce him to her spirit friend. “Nice going Alejandro,” he mutters to himself then stuffs the rest of the celery stick and a second one into his mouth, much more uncouth now that he’s alone. He mutters again while he chews. “Desperate freshman vibe.. I’ve never even been to college!” Like the statement makes no sense to him at all.

His brother wanders over and Alejandro hastily hides the empty shot glass amongst a pile of bread sticks.

“Hello Gabi.”

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] “I’ll drink to that,” Lukas says quietly, and then does just that: downs his second adios like nothing.

It’s not nothing, though. It’s one of the more potent mixes on the face of the earth, and when Lukas sets his collins glass down on the pavement between his feet he can feel his head lightening. Sitting up again, he grins — a little lazy, a little crooked — as Sarita pulls a joint out like magic.

“I knew you had a stash.” He sounds satisfied. “Anyone who lives part-time in a van has a stash.”

Lukas takes the joint over, then, taking a long slow hit. They don’t see their Alpha indulge in illegal substances much, and the truth is: he doesn’t. He popped a tab of ecstasy with Danicka the night they got — well. Married. Married in front of a city clerk, in a tiny tender ceremony witnessed by exactly three people, all parental units. Married, and then off to a reception that consisted of a club, groundshaking bass, and a harajuku girl that sold them MDMA; then off to a honeymoon of sorts that consisted of holing up in one of the more exclusive suites in the city for a week.

Before that, the last time he touched anything on the DEA schedule was… well. The week before Mrena died. The week he was too busy tailspinning for his own personal reasons to tend to his pack.

He smokes like he knows what he’s doing, though, passes the joint back and lays himself back, stretched out on the floor of the van with his feet still on the ground outside. His eyes close for a while. Then they open and he looks over at his newest sister.

“So how come you’re so quiet tonight?”

[Gabriel Ferreira] The kid is muttering to himself as his brother crosses the room to join him by the table. Gabriel frowns, curious, and casts a glance back over his shoulder at the barefoot blonde who had been speaking with him a few moments ago. Lips form words, and while he is hardly adept at parsing words out of noiseless movement of the mouth, what he can see on the boy’s face tells him that it didn’t go as well as he’d hoped.

That shot glass isn’t tucked away as quickly as he might think it is.

“Jano.”

He comes to stand beside the Theurge, keeping his eyes facing the rest of the room, hands in his pants pockets again now that he’s devoid of a glass to keep them occupied.

“What happened?” he asks, and it’s hard to tell if he’s asking because it’s in the Decent Concerned Brother script or because he actually wants to know.

[Alejandro] “Nothing.” He grumbles, swallows down the vegetables in his mouth. It’s a moment of brief silence and then: “I just wanted to be friends with her and her stupid spirit buddy.” He says, childishly and low to Gabriel. The way he says it makes it clear that he thinks her spirit friend is anything but stupid. A beat later and he’s proving this when he says:

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. No spirits are stupid. Not even concrete is stupid, Adam really likes concrete. It can be quite clever.”

[Derek Anderson] His second glass of champagne is empty, he pick another shot of AMF151. He start walknig again, picking up a carrot as he pass near the food table. He downed the shot, feeling a nice buzz by now and keeping it at that. He leave the empty shot glass on the tray and munch on the carrot.

Lukas has left for the moment, possibly to check on Sarita and Amy. Katherine is talking to Adam with Sinclair nearby and the two unknown Garou were talking together. And now another unkown has stepped inside. He looked at his watch and wondered if he should head out. Maybe text Kristen and see if she was still awake and wanted to go out for a late snack or something. Probably not though. The Fianna was probably asleep right now.

He drifted closer to the entrance. He’ll stay a little while longer than get home.

[Katherine Bellamonte] Mirror’s Whisper enters into a glittery — and strangely eclectic in terms of those present — party in full swing. The Galliard Elder has his coat taken by Katherine’s dutiful maid, Lucille at the door, she nods to him and points him inward hanging it up carefully on a hanger.

Down the corridor; the space opens up into Katherine Bellamonte’s white washed dining area. Large black sofas have been pushed outward to make room for guests and three or four waiters are doing tours with trays of food and drink. Asha’s herald, the Kinsman known as Thomas is here, too. A respectable fellow sitting quietly near the hostess, herself. Honor’s Compass, newly minted Adren, is listening to something the Theurge Elder is telling her, her eyes on a bag that seems to contain something of importance.

Katherine notes Matthieu, he gets a bright smile, and a gesture to enter, and make himself at home as Rain of Brass Petals offers Katherine over a beautiful, if broken necklace. Honor’s Compass frowns at the delicate thing in her hands, setting her glass down so she might better cradle it. Her pale eyes quite focused on what the Theurge is attempting to convey.

“Thank you, Adamidas. It is … beautiful. I am very moved you should give this to me, but are you quite sure you wish to part with something so dear to your heart? It was your friend’s, your words are enough.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She grins. “Of course I have a stash. Shit, Lukas, how do you think I keep myself in gas, smokes, fast food and cell phone service?” A little chuckle comes forth, fairly dry as he takes the joint. She’s never been blatant about how she and Amy scrape by, but she never really hid it either. Patrick knows; Hunter and the rest of Defiance know. It’s a psuedo-living, nothing more.

She watches him take the hit, surprised when he handles it like a pro. “Well, ain’t you just hardcore? I’m impressed, boss-man.” She takes it back and takes another hit, eyes wandering up to the sky. She always finds herself looking at the sky for some reason when she doesn’t have anywhere else to go. She’s never gotten why, and she rarely even thinks about it. She’d attribute it to Luna if she did. It’s not why.

And then he asks why she’s so quiet. Her eyes drop from their upward cast and look over at him. She lets the smoke out in a sigh and brings a foot up to rest against the fender, knee against her chest. “Lot on my mind, I guess. Lotta changes, and I know change can be good. Some changes…obviously…very good. I’m ecstatic over. Others…” She looks down the road where Amy’s cab took her. “The two don’t correlate and the reasons behind Amy have little to nothing to do with the rest, but it feels like I traded a sister for four (three) siblings.”

[Sinclair] It’s easy to interact with Sinclair — or even try to say hi to her — and end up feeling like she just isn’t interested. That her pack is enough for her, thanks, she doesn’t quite want or need to get to know anyone else. She ignores kinfolk to the point of it seeming as though she despises them — and she wouldn’t be the first Garou to get to the point of just not wanting to deal with them anymore. Alejandro comes over because he’s heard she has a spirit familiar and he’s really, really interested in being introduced, and Sinclair tells him to chill out and goes to get another drink.

This apparently meant, to Alejandro, that she wasn’t coming back. That she was blowing him off. Hardly. She gets her shot, yells at Adamidas to get one, and then she’s coming back to the food, blinking as she overhears some of what Alejandro tells his brother. She looks amused, downing her third — fourth? — shot and laughing as she comes up, slinging an arm around the wee Theurge.

“See? Desperate freshman vibe. You like the shot?”

[Adamidas] “Wouldn’t do it unless I meant it. And I wouldn’t give it to you unless I’d thought about it, besides I don’t think Hera’s gonna be pissed about the regifting,” she says. Can’t be too serious but… well, the first statement is serious enough to carry her weight, “and if she is she’ll just kick my ass in the homelands and we’ll call it good.”

Because even though Adam’s outlived her friend by a fair bit, Hera will still be able to kick her ass in the homelands.

[Gabriel Ferreira] The look on the older Garou’s face becomes one of enlightenment, as though the word Nothing contains everything that he needs to know. Nothing. Just talking to an older, higher ranked, more experienced Garou and she wasn’t impressed by what she saw. No big deal.

Without waiting to be pressed, without Gabriel even looking over and down at him, Alejandro explains. There’s a snort when he calls her familiar ‘stupid,’ and that’s when Gabriel looks over at him.

“Which one’s Adam?” he asks, looking back to the room.

The tall blue-eyed kinsman is slowly sneaking towards the exit, and Gabriel watches him a moment before yet another tall creature joins the fray. Matthieu, too, is watched a moment, and by process of elimination, he comes to the tiny teenage girl speaking with their elder.

Before he can start teasing the younger Cliath about his choice in female companions, the Glass Walker returns, slinging an arm around him. Gabriel watches, and though he’s being introduced as the boy’s brother, there is not even a whiff of hypermasculine overprotectiveness in him.

Must be the age difference meant he never had to slam another kid into a locker for fucking with his brother growing up.

[Alejandro] “That one,” he points her out just as Sinclair is wandering back over to them. Her laughter is noticed before anything else and he’s half prepared for something that just isn’t there. She’s amused and it isn’t mean-spirited, not that he thought she was being mean just dismissive. There’s none of that though, just an arm around his shoulders and he tilts his head to look first at his brother with a surprised twisting of his lips into that boyish smile of his and then at Sinclair.

See? Desperate freshman vibe. You like the shot?

I found it.. interesting.” A beat and then: “I may require another before I can truly give a fair judgement.”

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] “That’s me. Hardcore.” Lukas laughs quietly. “Truth is before we came out here we used to run under Kate’s brother Ed. Total prodigal son, a charming wastrel. My best friend for a long, long time … it’s a long story. But he had the hookups. Silver Fangs, nothing but the finest green.”

And then that quiet, and then he’s asking her why so serious, and she’s … telling him. He turns to look at her as she does; follows her eyes down the road, lifting his head to see. Then, laying back again:

“I don’t blame you for feeling like that, but I don’t think it’s quite that. It’s true that with you getting packed up, she might feel a little like what used to be you and her has become you-and-your-pack, and then her on the side. I think it’s always going to be a sort of tension in our lives. We’re not like real wolves, whose families are their packs. We’ve got pack-family. We’ve got blood-family. I think it takes a lot of work and balance and understanding to make it work, and the sad thing is I think a lot of us … don’t really make it work, ever.

“But I don’t think that’s the only reason she seems to be drifting farther away. You told me from the start that your sister’s a wildcard, and even though you love her you don’t really think you’re capable of protecting her and warding her the way you’re ‘supposed to’.” He doesn’t have to make air quotes for Sarita to hear them. “She’s like a kite. As much slack as you feed out, if there’s too much strain the line’s going to snap. And a whole lot of shit went down for her, fast. It wasn’t your fault and there wasn’t anything you could do better than you did.

“I don’t think there’s anything you can do better than you’re doing, either. Try to keep her close. Try to protect her, but … ”

Maybe it’s the booze. Maybe it’s the pot starting to unfurl. Either way, Lukas’s thoughts are loose and languid, drifting easily from one subject to the next.

“I heard from my tribesman that he’s claiming her as a mate. Is she happy with that?”

[Katherine Bellamonte] The Silver Fang laughs; a light, tinkling sound rather like windchimes and honey, it is all sweetness, that noise. You would never believe that the creature making it could rip your heart from your chest while it was still beating with her claws in another form; she is entirely too much of a lady; too demure and composed.

“Well, let’s just say I’m only looking after it for the time being, before one day, it is passed along again.” A moment’s quiet, Katherine looks steadily at Adamidas. She had done a rite of reawakening with the Theurge, once, not so long ago. They’d brought back the new season; seen much.

“In the spirit of honesty, Brass Petals, accept my words to you. You’ve grown a lot since I’ve seen you last, I know there is much that we do not know of one another, but what I have glimpsed makes me quite proud to know of you, to introduce you as the leader of our Theurges in the city. It is not an easy thing, being the one looked to, to make the choices.”

[Sinclair] “Yeah, you totally need more,” Sinclair says, hearing that. She pulls back, clapping him on the shoulder. “Get some more, get trashed. It’s a party and if you’re gonna live here then it’s not like you have to worry about getting home safe.”

Nothing more is said about Tripoli, her stupid spirit friend. She actually heads off on her own again. Adamidas is giving the defiantly sober Katherine a gift, something shiny. Sinclair doesn’t seem terribly invested in getting to know the latest and greatest Silver Fangs in town, and in general she gives Matthieu a wide berth in case he either thinks being a Galliard means she wants to hear him regale her with tales of his ancestors or that being a Glass Walker means he can snit at her. So far he has never done either, so she’s perfectly happy to keep it that way.

And, with a brief moment of eye contact with Kate to let her know she’s slipping out for a bit, Sinclair heads outside in the direction of her only brother and her newest sister.

There is a knock on the van’s door. “OPEN UP!” she hollers. “I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING IN THERE.”

[Adamidas] “You get old, you grow up,” she says. The situation she’s in right now isn’t that different from the one that she was in a year ago. All things considered, though, it’s a world away and a different place in time. She’s not as… well… she’s different now. She’s learned from failure.

“And someone has to make calls, it’s not easy but… ya know… gotta do it,” she says, but she smiles anyway. It’s something sincere and she bites back that little bit of failing to accept a compliment graciously. She mulls it over and reaches up to push some of her own ahir back, “that means a lot to hear, thanks.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She listens to Lukas as she looks down the road. Her eyes don’t leave the path that the cab left down, but she is clearly listening to him, He’s telling her things she already knew, but they haven’t come from anyone else yet. They’ve been in her own mind–rationalizations and blind optimism that she did everything they could, or platitudes from Amy, who is far from reliable lately at being open with how she really feels. So the words from the Shadow Lord are comfort. They reinforce her.

However, it’s not all true. Not to Sarita, and she shakes her head. “I shouldn’t have lied to her about what happened with Hunter and John. I mean, I know that it was for the best. I know that if I’d told her right then and there, I’d have had to keep her on a damn suicide watch for…hell, days, weeks. But she would have trusted me, at least. Now…that’s broken, because I sat there and smiled while she talked about how he was going to be back soon when I knew he was fuckin’ charcoal.”

She shrugs. “I know what you’re saying. Things…they’ll normalize. I just don’t like the way it is right now, and I don’t like how she’s uncomfortable when she comes here. Which isn’t anyone’s fault, really. I’m worried about her and I hate that I can’t help her.”

The van door gets knocked on, and Sarita hears Sinclair yell. She smirks and shouts through the open back door. “Come around, dork. I an’t crawlin’ through the damn thing to open the door when we got a perfectly good open one here.”

She looks back to Lukas now and nods. “Yeah, it’s true. She’s…yes, she’s happy. I personally don’t know that she’s ready to move on after what happened? And I’m still worried for her. But when I talked to her last night…yes, she cares about him, and he cares about her from what she says. That makes her happy, so…” He shrugs.

“I’m gonna make you kick his ass if he hurts her, though. Just FYI.” A faint joke.

[Sinclair] “WHAT?” Sinclair yells back, as though she didn’t hear. But then she’s laughing, and it’s clear that about four AMFs have got her more than a little buzzed. “Fuck me,” she says, and tromps around to the side door, crawling in like her legs stopped working right as she got to the carpeted edge. She sniffs. “You guys are smoking weed.”

Nevermind that they have the joint out still. She is only using her keen powers of nasal perception. Yup.

[Gabriel Ferreira] “Try not to get too drunk, huh?” Gabriel asks the Theurge, after the Fostern has left to find the rest of her pack. It’s a rhetorical question. “As cute a story as it would be for the grandchildren, if I have to clean blue vomit off of anything I will not be happy.”

The entire time they’ve been in each others’ presence, Resurrection hasn’t shown himself to have much of a sense of humor. Granted, when they first met after however long their previous absence had been, the Philodox had been half-starved and definitely crazed after spending Gaia knows how long hunting the Umbra for a creature of whom he only had scent memory to guide him. He wasn’t cracking a whole hell of a lot of jokes after that.

Tonight it’s a full moon. That certainly isn’t helping.

He claps his ring-bearing hand on the shorter boy’s shoulder, then picks up a pair of champagne flutes from wherever the booze station is. Apparently he’d learned that the best way to approach wallflower Kinfolk is with alcohol in hand; he approaches Derek slowly, careful not to make eye contact least his Rage give the kinsman the impression that he’s undergoing trepanation.

“Here,” he says, handing one of the flutes to Derek before he can sneak out. “This will make the entire affair less painful.”

[Alejandro] He totally needs more, so he totally goes to get more. It’s with a grin to his brother and a nod of his head. “I’ll try not to! But I also may try to get a little drunk, I’m awful curious.”

And he scampers off to collect a pair of shots. These ones he eyes like they’ve got promise rather than any unknown threat. He takes them both over to Adam and Kate, offers one of them to the Theurge.

“Hi Adam!” He beams. “You can have one of these if you would like.”

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] “No, you shouldn’t have lied to her.” There’s this, at least: his blunt honesty has a sort of gentleness to it. “That’s what I think, anyway. But at least you lied because you loved her, not because it made your life easier.”

Sarita talks about Stefan, though, about Amy being happy, about Stefan caring about her. A flicker goes through the Ahroun’s eyes. He’s on the verge of answering when Sinclair bangs on the door and then crawls in the back, making him laugh quietly, reach out, grab her in a bearhug and tumble her down.

“You bet your ass we’re smoking pot in here. Here, let me have another hit.”

And taking it, exhaling it, he goes back to the subject — not bothering to backtrack for Sinclair, figuring she’s bright enough to pick up on the gist even if she’s packed down godknowshowmany AMFs.

“The thing is,” he says, “I am a little worried that Stefan might hurt Amy. Maybe not on purpose. Everything I’ve seen and heard about him says he’s an upstanding Garou, does things right. Does things by the book. But that’s sort of the problem. My mate — who reads people like I read books — thinks maybe nothing’s really there under the surface. Like he’s just … cold and barren inside, just going through all the motions the way he was taught without feeling any of it. Without feeling for any of it, maybe.

“And then there’s this whole business about him apparently doing something so shocking and hush-hush that Defiance might not want to pack with him anymore.” Lukas shrugs the best he can, flat on his back as he is. “I don’t know. I don’t want to smear a Garou’s good name on nothing but conjecture and rumors, and I haven’t had the time to followup on anything yet. But she’s your sister, and you’re my sister. I just think … maybe for a while at least, keep a bit of an eye on her. Even if she’s not technically your concern anymore.”

[Derek Anderson] He had been about to move toward Kate, thank her ofr the party and get out when one of the three unknown Garou stopped near and offered him a flute of champagne. Now, he could be impolite and refuse, bid good night and run home or he could be the proper Silver Fang kin, smile politly with a nod of the head and say

“Thank you, and yeah, I guess it helps” He took the flute

“How are you doing Sir?”He say very polite. He didn’t knew the man, so he didn’t dare being too friendly “My name’s Derek by the way” He say offering his hand to him. He didn’t need to tell him of his tribe. He knew the man could msell him and beside that, he was the only kin, obviously not one of ladies mate, so technically he must be of Kate’s tribe.

“Are oyu new to the city or we just haven’t crossed path?”

[Adamidas] “Oh kick ass,” there is a shot brought to her and she perks up. Half flesh, and she’s content to live in it. Pay homage to it, attempt to beat her liver into submission with whatever Alejandro has in his hand because it goes straight to her lips and down the hatch. Pride keeps her head from swimming but pride also tells her to drink more, which is usually how you end up playing chicken fight in swimming pools and waking up bound to a completely foreign totem.

“Thanks. You having fun?”

A moment.

“We should play, like, Apples to Apples or something. Best game ever.”

[Sinclair] Sinclair has no idea what they’re talking about in here right now. She has only the barest knowledge of Sarita’s troubles with her sister, she never met Drawn in Blood that she can recall, she has only dim awareness of what happened to him and as a rule she avoids thinking about, talking about, or dealing with the pack that is now Defiance, was once the Vanguard. She crawls into the van on her hands and knees, is grabbed,

“Ack,” she says blandly, “ack. Ack.” And flops down.

Lukas leaves her there, gets another hit. Sinclair rolls onto her back and stares at the roof of Sarita’s van thoughtfully, her knees bent and her feet akimbo and her hands on her belly. She listens. “You should talk to Kate about Gabriella,” she says, after Lukas has finished talking for a minute.

Her arm lifts. She snaps her fingers. “GIVE A GIRL A JOINT. Joint. Jointjointjoint.”

[Katherine Bellamonte] The Theurge brings over more shots, and Katherine accepts one with a little smile from the Cliath. She clinks the glass against the Theurge elder and downs it; grimacing briefly.

“Oh,” Katherine says with pink-cheeked enthusiasm. “We have a great mass of games somewhere. On those machines upstairs that Sinclair yells at frequently when she uses them. I also purchased — ” A little hiccup. Katherine covers her mouth, apology never looked so sincere. Continues. “Some gear for the pool so they can play water tennis or something in there. The net just needs affixing.”

[Alejandro] “I am!” He says and tips his own shot back, albeit slightly more delicately so than his Auspice Elder. There’s a brief moment of silence where there’s confusion and indecision on his face before he blurts out:

“What’s Apples to Apples?! Let’s play. It doesn’t matter what it is.” A pause and he fidgets with his ill-fitted suit, plucks at it like it’s constricting him — which it is — followed by: “We must.”

And then there’s more games. Upstairs apparently. “Let’s go explore, Adam.”

[Matthieu] Matthieu enters the house with a pleasant smile. He was a naturally charming individual, he did not necessarily radiate the intense heat of rage that so many others did. Make no mistake those eyes burned with passion and fury alike but that smile showed control. Matthieu was not some savage wild beast he was a beast in complete control of his faculties. This was part of what made one a Silver Fang the ability to exert complete control at all times. To never let your temper flare past a certain point, to never lose your cool unless it was warranted. Matthieu might as well have had a red carpet rolled out before him by the way he strode across the floor and greeted his host with the warmest of smiles. In his hands a small box was held firmly and close to himself. The box itself was hard wood and polished, it was quite decorative but likely not what the Galliard had intended as a gift for the eldest of his tribe within the city.

He came upon his hostess and took the time to greet all in the room with a polite and friendly smile though his intention was in greeting the hostess first. She was his direct elder and was this not a celebration of her achievements? Silver Fang achievements were special affairs. Not to belittle or speak down to the other tribes but when a Silver Fang reached a milestone in their life it was simply grander than that of the average garou. Certainly the other tribes would argue otherwise but if there is one thing that a Silver Fang is used to it is resistance from the other tribes. It doesn’t mean the other tribes aren’t impressive in their own right it is just that Silver Fangs hold themselves to a higher standard than the other tribes. Matthieu has tried to lecture the others in these matters but rarely do they seem to hear him. No only a Silver Fang can truly understand.

He waits until she turns to face him or greet him or otherwise acknowledge his presence. He does not with to impose or intrude in the middle of his elder’s party! When she does turn her attention back towards him he finally speaks in a proud and carefully practiced voice.”Katherine Bellamonte, Truth’s Meridian, Honor’s Compass there are few in the region who have not heard of your ascent. Allow me to honor you Rhya with a gift sent by my own father to celebrate this momentous occasion.”He says this while presenting the box, which was roughly five by five inches on a side and roughly four inches high. The hard wood was held together by hand crafted metalwork and the box itself looked as if it could be older than Chicago itself. A tiny latch held the box closed, and the top of the box held two markings denoting the Silver fang tribe as well as the glyph of the Half Moon.

“We all work hard in our lives Rhya but the rise to Adren is a symbol that few achieve. No longer are you a young woman working to make her way in the world your voice will carry itself within our tribe and nation. For when an Adren speaks even the most stubborn of elders will stop to listen and those cliaths foolish enough not to hear the wisdom spoken from her lips will soon learn to regret their decision.”He adds in the warmest of tones to his elder. His smile shows through and he allows her to take the box before stepping backwards and folding his hands neatly before him.

Matthieu was dressed surprisingly well. It was hard to pick out the designer, however, unless one was familiar with local designers. Everything he wore was custom tailored and each and every thread was carefully placed to fit his figure perfectly. Simply looking at him revealed that he must have spent two hours getting ready for this affair. Appearance was important it showed honor and respect for ones peers. To appear disheveled and worn in the company of others showed a lack of respect for oneself as well as their peers. Matthieu was old money, tradition, well bred and trained. The last thing he would ever wish to do is appear as anything less than who he was.

[Gabriel Ferreira] The flute changes hands, and the strange, Rage-heavy Garou lifts the one remaining in a silent toast before taking a sip. Sir, he calls him, and this doesn’t strike him nearly as strange as it likely ought to. It’s analogous to a civilian referring to a Private First Class as ‘sir,’ but Gabriel doesn’t correct him, or mock him.

He folds his lips to get the moisture off of them and answers, “No complaints, yet.”

His name’s Derek, by the way.

They shake, the Garou’s hand dry yet powerfully warm.

“Gabriel,” he says, yet it is not pronounced as though he was born in America, to American parents; it’s a rounder ‘a,’ stress on the last syllable rather than the first, though he himself does not seem to have much of an accent. “Pleasure, Derek.”

In the scant amount of time that Derek spends asking his question, the slightly shorter male takes another belt off of his flute. He doesn’t have the typical Full Moon’s social awkwardness or the typical Gibbous Moon’s propensity for long-winded speech, yet his Rage would suggest he could easily be either of those auspices.

“Both, it seems. My brother–” He turns towards the rest of the room, briefly, to point out the floppy-haired blond who’s about to disappear with the Theurge Elder. “–and I just arrived this week.” He turns away from the room again to ask, “So which one’s yours?”

[Adamidas] “No no no, that’s water volley ball. If it was tennis then you’d have raquets and the ball would have to bounce and I don’t think I wanna play water volley ball with Lukas because he looks like he has a seriously good vertical leap and spiking the ball could cause a concussion and I don’t want to, like, drown while playing volleyball. It’s not that important.”

She grinned, and her expression is surprisingly mellow. She’s not a very heavy person, she didn’t eat much today and despite her bravado, Adam doesn’t do this often. It seems that her ability to drink, much like a lot of things about her, happen to be directly tied to her strength of will and her strength of purpose. Her purpose tonight, it seemed, wasn’t to look like a badass while drinking. It was to celebrate Kate and get shitfaced.

“And it’s a word game! There are cards and you have a hand of them, right? And someone throws down a word- an adjective specifically, and you have to throw down nouns that match that adjective. It’s really, really fun and I promise it’s not half as lame as it sounds.”

He wants to explode. Can they explore?

“It’s Kate’s house!”
Ergo, Kate’s call.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She’s already had another hit by time Lukas calls for it, and she passes it over. Sinclair gets a grin when she makes her keen observation. “Good call.”

She looks at the Ahroun when he says she shouldn’t have lied. She doesn’t take it as reproach, just as agreement. She gives a frown though, when Lukas talks about Stefan. Well, he is a pretty crazy sunovabitch. Yeah, but Sarita doesn’t know that. Dude, it’s right on his freaking sheet! You mean that thing that Sarita doesn’t have access to? Oh…yeah, right. Exactly.

The Strider listens, and she shakes her head. “Thaaaat’s encouraging.” She considers. “She seems to think he’s good for her. I can’t say I trust her judgment right now, but she seemed to trust him before this whole shitstorm of doom fell on her like a freaking Rube Goldberg-esque Jigsaw trap of melancholy and Fall-Out Boy songs. Thanks…I’ll keep an eye on her.”

She pauses. “But then, I was gonna keep an eye on her anyway. Assuming we both make it that far, I’m pretty sure I’ll be keeping an eye out on her from the nursing home. Metaphorically speaking.”

[Derek Anderson] He shook the hand firmly and briefly “It’s a pleasure as well”He drank some more from the flute, listening to Gabriel talking. “So ALejandro is your brother?”

His eyes look in the same direction as Gabriel, watching them too. “He kind of told me his name in passing earlier”he say with a lgiht shrugh. The young Garou seemed energitic. His attention return on the older brother

“Which one’s is mine what? Family? None, I come from Pittsburgh, mate? None either” After all one was taken, one was either possibly gay or jsut kin hateful and another was crazy…maybe two of them were. Adam seemed to be in her own world sometimes. “Katheirne is my guardian as she is tribe elder”

He simply say, drinking some more champagne.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] “And that’s why you’re a good sister,” Lukas concludes, laughing, “even if you feel like a shitty one right now.”

Serious again, “I mean that. I got lucky with my sister. A lot of Garou with siblings end up a lot worse off. Kate, for one. Rebellion, self-endangerment, heartbreak, you name it. Most of them handle it by either severing all ties or locking their loved ones up. It’s nice to see that you have the courage to just let her make her own mistakes. You’re just there for her if she wants you. If not, you don’t push it, and you make it clear that her mistakes are her own responsibility.”

Lukas doesn’t know where, exactly, that train of thought is going. He lets it go, tucking one hand behind his head. Quiet now.

After a while, “Is Kate still entertaining in there?”

[Katherine Bellamonte] Honor’s Compass takes the box from her Cousin with a due amount of tenderness. The Galliard’s father had sent it, and Katherine admires it from every angle, sweeping a hand over the carved Glyphs atop it before raising her head to listen, head slightly tilted to everything the newly anointed Galliard Elder says to her.

Pink cheeks, flushed with drink and accomplishment, further color and she offers a hand up to her Cousin in thanks.

“Your father does me great honor, Mirror’s Whisper in sending such a token, please do pass on my most sincere thanks to him for this gift, and thank you for coming tonight. I am glad to see my tribe doing so well in Chicago. It brings me a great amount of happiness. I hope you will stay, and meet some of our new Cousins.”

Katherine inclines her head at Alejandro. “This is Alejandro Seeks the Horizon, his brother is over by our Kinsman there, his name is Gabriel, another Half Moon as myself.” They want to explore, Katherine smiles. “You are welcome to adventure where you do, but be careful on the stairs.”

[Gabriel Ferreira] So Alejandro is your brother?

The noise Gabriel makes is quarantined to his throat, an affirmation that doesn’t seem to believe it needs to validate the situation with an actual verbal response. Perhaps he’s just loathe to admit it, yet there is nothing outwardly wrong with the Theurge that would garner such a reaction. His renown, endowed with it as he is, is impressive for someone so young. One would think the teenager’s family would be pleased with him.

The rest of the family isn’t present, though, so all Derek has is his older brother. He looks, more than anything else, weary, as though Alejandro is seven instead of seventeen.

No family present. No mate. Katherine is his guardian, as she’s tribe elder.

“So I hear.”

He’s putting a mighty rapid dent in his champagne.

“How’s a guy like you get away with no mate?” he asks.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Thanks. Kinda just the way it had been. I could only get away with zip-tying her in her sleep once.” She’s grinning. But she’s serious, too. It’s a long story.

She scrubs at her face, then looks at the house. “I haven’t seen anyone come out, so either she’s entertaining, everyone passed out or everyone drowned in the pool. Those are about the options I see.”

[Sinclair] “I don’t have any brudders or sisters,” Sinclair informs them, slurring a bit. “I have cousins, but they’re not as bad.” She might be talking to the van’s ceiling. Nobody has given her a joint so her hand has flopped back down on her stomach.

“I think the pack-family is more important for that,” she muses, but she wasn’t here earlier, she doesn’t know that Lukas talked about pack families and families before. “For that… siblingish thing. S’like brothers and sisters, they’re s’posed to know you, nobody else in the world has really had a life like you’ve had or somefing, an they know you or somefing and so they get it. You know? They just… get stuff.

“But we aren’t really gonna have that same kinda close thing with Kin, even if they’re like, our twin. You wanna know a sad story I’ll tell you ’bout some twins an one of ’em changed and one of ’em didn’t and it’s just… ”

There are tears in her eyes. She closes them for a moment. Opens them again. “I dunnow,” she says, quieter. “There’s definitely stuff you can’t get from pack, though. Can’t get from anyone but Kin, anI’m not just talking bout sex or something, I’m not, it’s… y’know there’s reasons.”

A beat. “There’s reasons we have em and need em it sure isn’t to clean up our messes or be all badass with us in battle or be our stupid heralds and servants or babydaddies or something, it’s just something else and so I’m really meaning it when I say you should talk to Kate because if you don’t wanna lose your sister, if you don’t –”

Sinclair is crying now, the tears rolling out of her eyes and down the sides of her face, off her temples, hitting the van’s carpeting. “If you don’t wanna lose her. Cuz it’s so easy to lose them.”

She squeezes her eyes shut, and opens them after she’s pushed out the rest of the tears that came so quickly and so unbidden. She takes a breath, and exhales, and seems to be done.

“Alcohol makes people sad,” she concludes.

[Katherine Bellamonte] Amendment:

Katherine then does open the box.

[Alejandro] “Hello!” Matt gets from Alejandro, just as cheery as usual. He’s a short boy, hair that isn’t so much floppy as it is unruly. But it flops in places, so there is that. He would say more; maybe he would give Matt a proper introduction, he really would like to but Kate told them they can explore [explode].

“I like the sound of this game Adam, this apples to apples. Let us see if we can find it in this wonderful home.”

He scoops up another shot and drinks it rather clumsily before literally running off into the house. He’s a menace, he’s going to break something, he is definitely not going to be careful on the stairs.

[Derek Anderson] He tilted his heaad at Gabriel’s comment “Ha, well either I”m too fragile or just ont the type for some people.” He grinned “It’s ok really. I’m not comlaining at the moment. Seem like I just haven’t found the right person or more probably haven’t been found by said person.”After all usually kin don’t choose, they are chosen.

He drank some more “Also, maybe my work keep peopel at bay. I”m a detective. Many memebers of the Nation are doing dubious things related to mortal laws. Maybe some think I”ll actually try to arest them or I”ll be offended or something” He shrugh “Whatever it is, I guess eventually i’ll change and I”ll be mated. Or I’ll die doing my duties first. Whatever happens, happens right?”

[Gabriel Ferreira] Whatever, his hair is floppy.

[Adamidas] “He’s going to break his faaaace and it’s not my faaauuult-” she says as she’s standing up and heading off to follow Alejandro. She’s decidedly less graceful at this moment, but she’s also loud and-

Oh, wait, being loud isn’t a good thing.

[Gabriel Ferreira] “Don’t run in the house.

He doesn’t yell, but the Philodox’s voice carries quite a bit further than one would suspect it to be capable of doing. It’s the clapping of Alejandro’s shoes that has him briefly turning his head to issue that matronly warning, and then Derek is answering him.

What he says has Gabriel watching him a bit longer than might be comfortable for the kinsman, or for anyone who happens to be looking over at them at the time. He’s silent, mulling this over, blue eyes drifting from blue only when champagne flutes are lifted, and Derek continues on.

“Right,” he confirms. His flute is becoming dangerously empty, and that AMF is starting to creep into his veins like a pernicious reminder that he isn’t impervious to a few things: balefire, silver, and drinks mixed by Shadow Lords. At least he’s not crying, yet. “You said you’re a detective?” A pause for confirmation. “I can see that intimidating certain females.”

[Matthieu] “My Great great great great great great great grandfather was Joseph Louis II known to the nation as Judgement’s Hand a Half-Moon like yourself though he died an elder, something which I look forward to seeing you achieve. He was a staunch believer in the Garou nation and it’s merits but he could also see it’s flaws.”He says back to her before turning his attention to the other two and greeting each with a polite bow.”Well then I shall have to take a moment after we are through here and properly introduce myself to them all!”

“Judgement’s Hand was not a warrior like his father he was a thinker, and a planner. He knew that we could not rule this nation by might of arms alone. He would be the first to tell you that our laws must be held sacred as the unifying force of our society and as a result there should be no one individual above those laws. Whether he be your king or your own mate justice must be blind to personal opinion.”He continues.

“In this he helped to forge the strength of my own house and sought to open himself up as a judge, not just to Silver Fangs but to all tribes.”He says with a nod of his head.”As Europe head forcefully into the reformation he too helped to reform our own peoples ways and to make certain justice was blind to position and tribe. All garou must have faith in our laws or our society cannot function.”He speaks of his ancestor with such pride, and why shouldn’t he be? Each one has his own stories and tales to tell. So much to share.”You may not be his descendant but he would be proud to know you share his moon, and I am sure one day when you too pass from this world he will be glad to welcome you as a friend.”He says with the warmest little smile.

Inside the box she would find tiny white carvings, each individual piece was rather smooth, and shaped with enough imperfections to imply it was indeed crafted by an artisan who did not have the machinery of today on his side. Half the pieces were red, and the other pieces were white. Anyone familiar with the game of Chess would recognize these pieces as exactly that! Only very very very old pieces.

“He loved the game of Chess, it’s current incarnation came into being within his lifetime and he liked to believe that while it was the Full Moon’s place to rule the battlefield it was the Half Moon whose careful mind saw what the, often brash, full moon could not. In that sense he regularly challenged his peers in order to challenge their minds… In this way garou might become greater for stopping to utilize all their strengths.”He adds in a softer tone.”So in that sense I feel this would be best gifted to you. Might you continue to improve strength of mind, body, and spirit to honor your own ancestors as well as my own.”He finally concludes.

“You will need to find your own board. The original board was destroyed almost three hundred years ago.”He adds with a little laugh.”His granddaughter was not so even tempered as he.”

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] [fuck, i misread sarita’s post. i thought she passed the joint to sinclair, not lukas. lukas woulda passed it to sinclair! ohwell. *rolls with it* apparently he’s just TOO DRUNK AND STONED.]

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] “Hey.” Lukas pushes himself up on his elbows, alarmed. “Hey, hey.”

It’s somewhere between awkward and natural, the way he pulls Sinclair against him. He doesn’t tell her not to cry. That seems at once pointless and insulting. He just — hugs her. Sidehugs her, and lets her to cry it out. The joint is still smouldering in his hand. He’s forgotten about it. It’s possible he thinks he passed it to Sinclair already.

“No it doesn’t,” he disagrees when Sinclair concludes that alcohol makes people sad. And this sounds very wise to him right now: “It just makes you stop hiding the sad.

“You should, though.” He’s talking to Sarita now. “Talk to Kate, I mean. She has a sister, Gabriella, who was one of those nightmare kin siblings I talked about. It was … hellish on all of us, but especially on her, to go through that. I think you’re doing better with your sister, but you should still talk to her. She probably has insight I don’t.”

[Derek Anderson] He blinked when the man yelled at his younger brother then the man stared at him. And osmehow, Derek seemed almsot entirely comfortable during that time. After all, he’s the one who enjoys the companie of a crazy Strider Ragabash and actually is fascinated by Sinclair and the predator feel about her. If he could, and it would never happen, he would sit and talk with the Glass Walker for hour despire the feeling, or play vdeo games or what not.

Maybe he wascrazy himself but he didn’t mind danger or feeling fear or discomfort. Maybe that’s why he was a cop or maybe being a cop helped him dealing with those feelings, then again, maybe he was starting to feel drunk and had those crazy thoughts and rationalization.

Either way, he didn’t squirm or look away. He wasn’t bold enough to look the man in the eyes, but if allowed, he probably would “Yes, I”m a detective”He confirm to the man before chuckling at his next comment

“Seriously, my job can’t be intimidating ot a woman who can turn into a 10 feet killing machine and withstand bullets, blades and jsut about everthing else”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Her face falls when she hears Sinclair’s voice start to go in that direction. It’s not just the voice…sometimes, there’s a feeling like something in the air. Like ozone before lightning strikes, the hair on the back of your neck. And most of the time, you’re as powerless to stop it as you would be to stop a thunder storm.

And then the tears come. And much like Lukas, Sarita hugs Sinclair from the other side. She doesn’t say anything. She just nods in agreement to Lukas and Sinclair’s advice.

[Katherine Bellamonte] Gabriel’s voice carries a warning and Katherine’s eyes flick his way instantly as it issues such; there is caution enough in that. Her eyes on him; the pale blue conveying the silent reminder. My house, my rules. Yet she does not openly reprimand him, for it does not demand such, yet. He is a brother, cautioning another — she cannot openly fault him for it.

She returns her interest to Matthieu, and carefully extracts a chess piece to admire its craftsmanship before setting it back inside with sincere regard. “Thank you, Matthieu, they are — ” a moment, she cannot find a suitable way to word it, settles, rather than finds.

“Quite lovely. I shall treasure them.”

[Alejandro] Don’t run in the house.

He doesn’t look over his shoulder, but he does suddenly turn his frantic bounding into a very fast paced and awkward walk. He tries on the mask of innocence, like he had never been running in the first place. Adam catches up and then he’s off again, up the stairs and he trips but that’s okay, and he hurts his knee but that’s also okay.

Up and onwards. It would be easy to think that if he scraped himself on the concrete he’d laugh, but if he fell over on the grass he would definitely cry.

What he emerges to is.. well it’s: “This is awesome!” He says to Adam, “Look at all this stuff.” There’s couches and bean bags and gym equipment he’s not really sure what to do with.

“Where do you think Apples to Apples would be?”

[Matthieu] He nods his head back to her.”I did not feel it appropriate not to measure this milestone in your life without something worthy of that moment. I am sure Judgement’s Hand will be honored to know they are safe in your care.”He adds with a little nod of his head.”But enough of that, I suppose I should run and mingle. Seems we’ve had quite an influx of newcomers and I should like to have to chance to meet each and every one.”He continues in a soft and controlled voice. He was practiced so far as speech came. Though he could be wordy each word was spoken in a manner intended to invoke emotions or lead a conversation in one way or another.

He so loved to invoke the names of heroes, or dreams, or beauty and passion. He was a Galliard and his voice was intended to inspire the hopes and dreams of a tribe lay with him and the hopes and dreams of a nation lay with his tribe.

[Gabriel Ferreira] Katherine attempts to shoot a look of warning to the male nagging his younger brother, but for the brief amount of time that the Cliath’s head is turned, he only spares her a few seconds of eye contact.

There is no challenge in it, but neither is there apology. Blood precludes property.

If Derek gets the impression that the Philodox isn’t used to the amount of Rage he has to carry with him, or that he just doesn’t care what sort of effect it has on the Kinfolk with whom he speaks, he wouldn’t be that far off. It seems unwieldy but nothing he can’t handle, like an extra weight slung across his shoulders. He isn’t a broad man, yet Gabriel looks as though his strength is belied by his build. It’s in the way he carries himself versus the muscle strapped to his bones.

“Not your job,” he says. “What it takes to do your job. Garou don’t know what to do with smart Kinfolk, man. They exist, but they’re so uncommon they’ve almost been classified as myths by now.”

He drains his glass.

“Plus, you don’t seem like you take a lot of shit.”

[Sinclair] The truth is, to some extent it makes her feel weak. Like when the moon wanes — as it will again, soon — and Lukas and Kate tend to flank her, subtly and thoughtlessly, as though they don’t even realize they’re doing it. But this is worse, because she’s not actually weak, she’s just drunk and she wants to tell Lukas he’s wrong, that she doesn’t give a fuck if she can’t be around Kinfolk — her own parents, even — for more than a few minutes, she’s over that, it’s fine, she left that behind after the solstice because she just gave up

but the truth is also this: she’s trying so hard not to give up, and now Asha’s dead too and she’s just getting so goddamned tired of being miserable.

It doesn’t mean that when Lukas and Sarita both end up hauling her up off the floor of the van and hugging her, one to either side, that she doesn’t just bawl that much more, suddenly renewed when a minute ago it looked like she was going to stop at the conclusion that alcohol can be blamed for just about anything.

Except her sadness, which is very real, and isn’t going away, and will not be reburied. And it’s not like she didn’t warn Sarita. It’s not like Lukas hasn’t been there, unaware for the longest time of what she was dealing with or how profoundly it had affected her.

In any case. The long and short of it is that in a van that smells like weed, she cries her stupid heart out until she starts wiping at her face and at least tonight she wasn’t wearing a ton of eye makeup so there’s that, but she reaches over and takes the joint from Lukas and says,

“I don’t even remember how to do this,” she says.

[Derek Anderson] He finished his champagne and smiled “I odn’t know how smart I am really. Doesn’t seem like it some times” He shook his head “And maybe I don’t take shit much either. I learned to stand ofr others and it made me able to stand for myself as well. I mean, I know my place and will be respectful, but I will talk back some if a true born lack respect toward me for no reasons

I has happened last week, will probably happen again. I”m not pretenting I”m on an even keel that you or any others. But I refuse to be treated like I’m totally inferior either. I jsut know what I can and can’t do and think tht despite the fact I’m not a true warrior of Gaia, but I”m still a person and deserve to be treated as such

Might sound pretentious, but I know my own worth”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Sinclair did warn Sarita. And that’s probably why she saw it coming. She doesn’t complain, doesn’t do anything except comfort her. That’s what Sinclair needs. Well, what she needs more specifically is to come back from the brink. But for now, Sarita is just here to comfort. So she does exactly that, silently and supportively.

She only pulls away when Sinclair is done, and even then only just.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] And Lukas laughs at that, gently. And gently, he takes that joint from Sinclair, holds it between thumb and forefinger, raising his eyebrows demonstratively.

“Like this,” he says. There’s an irony to this: the Shadow Lord in his fine threads, teaching the tattooed and pierced Glass Walker how to take a hit. But he does it anyway: fits the joint to his mouth, brow furrowing as he inhales

and passes it to her. A little choked, holding the smoke in, “See? Easy.”

[Adamidas] “Hey,” she says, once she gets a look at a window. They’re at a party, sure, but Adam’s a little tipsy. And the moon is so big… and bright… and pretty. And she just looks at it for the time being. She takes a few steps over and taps Alejandro with one of her arms. There’s a smile on her face, and it’s wonder whaen she looks at the moon.

Genuine wonder. Like she’s seeing it for the first time. It’s never been there before, so close. Like she could touch it if she tried.

“It’s a clear enough night,” she tells him, “the path will be bright enough, I think we can make it.”

She looks back at Luna. He’ll know what she means. She has faith.

[Gabriel Ferreira] Will wonders never cease: a Kinfolk speaks, at length, and the Garou doesn’t cut him off, doesn’t make faces or roll his eyes or seem as though he’d rather be balancing his checkbook or reading over his stock portfolio or whatever it is upper middle-class people do with their free time. Whether Derek is able to meet his gaze or not, Gabriel keeps watching him, right hand pocketed, left arm extended with the flute lazily dangling from his fingers.

“Yeah, well,” he says, glancing at his flute to reveal that yes, indeed, it is still empty, “piece of advice: stop giving a fuck if people find you pretentious. You spin it right, you’re confident. Confidence makes up for a lot, you know? You can be the dumbest mother fucker in the room but if you know what you’re doing and act like it, people respect that.”

He’s cut off; no more goddamn champagne.

“Here,” he says, and reaches for Derek’s likewise empty glass. “You leaving?”

[Sinclair] She’s no stranger to weed. But they’re more like distant acquaintances, struggling to remember one another’s name at a party. Oh right, you! Shit, man, how have you been? What you been up to?

Y’know, a little of this, a little of that.

She takes the hit, with a little bit of help to remember how to do this after a very, very long time. And she manages to get a nice long drag off of it, holds it longer than a virgin, finally exhales

and has a coughing fit. “Puddin’ and pie,” she responds, gravelly.

[Alejandro] He wanders over to the window beside Adam and he looks up at the moon that is just so close tonight. It’s right there, they’re both right here. He told her once that he has seen the moon from the other side, but there are so many sides he hasn’t seen it from. He hasn’t touched it and right now he just wants to crawl up inside it and just be.

She taps him on the arm, says those words.

“We can.” He agrees, without doubt. “We shall.” His hand takes hers, and —

woosh

They disappear.

[Derek Anderson] He nodded to the man and did meet his eyes. Nothing about Gabriel indicated that the Garou would take offense.

“I’ll consider your words Gabriel. It’s just that there’s a thin line betwen confidence and insolence sometime. I seen Kin coss it and seen true born having difficulties to make the distinction in kin behavior. Still you’re right. I’ll act how I see fit, the way I wasraised and if someone take slight of it, they can tell me about it or go over my head and seek Katherine.

Or they can be nasty and I”ll deal with it as it should be” He shrugh “Either way, I’ll know I wasn’t wrong. Hopefully”

Her grin slightly and let Gabriel take the empty glas “I think it’s time I should go. Seem like almsot everyone is gone anyway”He say looking around. Only Kahterine and the other guy were left beside Gabriel and him

“It was really nice meeting you Gabriel”

[Katherine Bellamonte] The Theurges vanish — nobody is surprised.

The Unbroken members are found together outside, huddled within a van — this is no shock.

Honor’s Compass does not, as her deed-name would suggest, deviate from her duties as hostess until every last one of her guests and hired waiting staff are long since departed, and in the latter’s sense, paid their due. She takes those precious gifts given to her inside her own bedroom and into her closet, pressing aside wall space to find her safe. They are put thus within, as important to the Half Moon as those things already within it.

Those those linger are welcome, food continues, as does drink until all are content.

Thomas aids Lucille and Katherine, in cleaning away dishes and glasses, the Adren gossiping with her maid as if she were still a child, and the elder woman her nearest notion of safety.

[Gabriel Ferreira] [Thanks for the scene, you maniacs!]

[Alejandro] [Thanks for the scene peeps!]

[Derek Anderson] (thank you all)

[Katherine Bellamonte] [thanks guys! :] ]

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] [i’m out too! lukas is just gonna … like … pass out or something.]=

Time To Let Go

Amunet Trujillo: By the time they get to the van, she’s managed to sufficiently stomp down every emotion and is breathing normally. Still moving slowly, she pulls herself up into the passenger seat and leaning back with her eyes closed.

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Does the dressing need changed already?” She sits in the driver’s seat, starting up the van and pulling away. They can have it on the side of the road if they want, but NOT here.

Amunet Trujillo: “I think it’s mostly clotted. I’ll have to clean it all and shit still.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Okay.” She pulls out a couple of cigarettes, lighing them both off one match and handing one to her.

“So. Um.”

Amunet Trujillo: She takes one, head down so her hair covers her face. “I didn’t know how to tell you. That was shitty though. I’m sorry.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “I’ll admit, it wasn’t how I’d like to find out.” She exhales a drag of smoke. “So when did this happen?”

Amunet Trujillo: “Hasn’t yet. He’s got to talk to you first.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Y’damn skippy he does.” It doesn’t come out too harshly, to her credit. She sighs and runs a hand through her hair. “This just…Jesus, Amy. That’s kinda out of nowhere, y’know?”

Amunet Trujillo: “I’m tired of being out in the middle of nowhere. He’s good to me.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Okay, great. But…I mean, are you really up for that? You know that’s not a temporary thing. And…you know, so soon after…” She takes a breath and sighs. “…after John.”

Amunet Trujillo: Her lips press together for a second, and she takes in a lungful of smoke before she answers. “That was a mistake. A weakness. The sooner I move on and refocus the better it will be.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: She frowns. “What do you mean, a mistake?”

Amunet Trujillo: The smoke is blown out the window before she answers “I mean it was a mistake. It’s all bullshit. I don’t know where the fuck I forgot that, but forgetting doesn’t change it. I made a mistake,and let something emotional take over.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “So what…you don’t believe in actually loving someone anymore?”

Amunet Trujillo: It’s not about not believing it. I’m just not going to make that mistake again.

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: She frowns, and looks out the window. “So you’re going to mate yourself off lovelessly.”

Amunet Trujillo: “He cares about me and I care about him. It’s practical, Sar. He doesn’t make me feel like my insides are getting ripped out.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “But he doesn’t make you feel complete, either.”

Amunet Trujillo: “What GOOD does that do? All that means is that I never have to worry about having that taken away.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: She’s quiet for a long moment. “You’re really starting to scare me, Ames.”

Amunet Trujillo: “I fucked Hunter. That’s why I went back to the house and got the power on and everything” She keeps her head down, peeling the bandage off her stomach slowly.

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Oh.” A pause, and her eyes widen. She looks over at Amy. “OH.”

Amunet Trujillo: “Everything was going to be okay. I had this tiny piece of everything that was gone, and there was this person that knew how much John mean to me and about my past and everything and he got it. It made it hurt less, and I could deal with it.

Amunet Trujillo: She takes another drag of the cigarette, shrugging her shoulder. “And then he changed his mind

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Que puto idiota.” She rubs the heels of her hands against her eyes. “Okay, so he’s a moron. I get that. But…”

Amunet Trujillo: “Stefan isn’t ever going to do that. Even if everything goes completely to shit, we’ll renegotiate, and go on our own way. I don’t have to worry about ever having to feel like this again.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: She sighs. “Does he know?”

Amunet Trujillo: “Not yet.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Are you gonna tell him? I think he kind of deserves to know how you feel.”

Amunet Trujillo: “I know. I will. That might be the end of it right there, really.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: She sighs. “So what does this mean for us?”

Amunet Trujillo: “You’ve got your pack, I’ve got my mate. Same as it meant before.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “If he tries to take you completely or even mostly away from me, I’m going to carve his esophugus like it’s a damn totem pole.”

Amunet Trujillo: “He’s not going to take me away from you. Jesus Sar. He doesn’t believe in fucking love anymore than I do. This isn’t some big romantic fucking gesture, it’s an arrangement. I can do things, without those assholes standing in my way. He’s got a position in the Sept already. There’s potential there.

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: She sighs and shakes her head, exhaling a drag of smoke. “This is what you really want?”

Amunet Trujillo: “I want shit I can’t have. This makes sense. He’s good to me Sar. This won’t be like Leon.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “This is so fucked.”

Amunet Trujillo: “How is this any worse than you tying yourself to a bunch of people you don’t know? This is just one”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “Say what?”

Amunet Trujillo: “It’s not any worse than packing up with people”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: She frowns. “I didn’t say mating was bad. Or packing, for that matter. You did.”

Amunet Trujillo: “It’s not.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: She’s quiet for a moment, staring out the window. “Just ask me.”

Amunet Trujillo: “Ask you what?”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “You’re trying to convince me. Just ask.”

Amunet Trujillo: “Let him claim me. Please.

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “If he ever does anything to hurt you. I swear to fucking god, Amy…” She frowns. “I’m already about ready to go introduce a steamroller to Hunter, up close and personal.”

Amunet Trujillo: “I’m not going to let him get close enough to hurt me.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: She sighs and reaches out, fingers winding in Amy’s. “Yeah. Okay, I guess.”

Amunet Trujillo: “He’s good to me, Sar.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “C’mere.” She reaches over to draw her sister gently into a hug. Her eyes squeeze tight and while she doesn’t do anything to press the wound, it’s very clear for a moment that she’s holding on for dear life.

Amunet Trujillo: She holds onto her tightly, ignoring the wound. “You’re the only reason I’m not dead, Sar. I’d have blown my goddamned brains out by now otherwise.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “I love you.” She shakes her head, not letting go. “Fuck the world. Us against it.”

Amunet Trujillo: She sniffles, then takes a deep breath. “You too. Fuck it.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: She lets out a slow, shaky breath. “Yeah. Yeah, fine. I agree.”

Amunet Trujillo: “It’ll be better. I won’t be all fucking crazy and wrapped up in it. You won’t get sick of hearing about him.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “I just hope that you get what you’re looking to find out of it.”

Amunet Trujillo: “I will. I’m not going to try to make it into something it isn’t.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: She squeezes one more and pulls back, moving to sit. “Oh, fuck me. I hate March.”

Amunet Trujillo: She sniffles again, eyes closed tight and the knuckle of her thumb pressed between her eyes until she calms again. “Okay. Now what?”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: “What, you think I got a lot of experience in this? You know I play this shit by ear, right?”

Amunet Trujillo: “I should probably go back and lay everything out to him, since I’m in a sharing mood.”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: She wipes and her eyes and nods. “You want me to drive you?”

Amunet Trujillo: “You want me to walk to Lake View with a stab wound?”

Sarita Ecos de la Risa: She laughs a little and nods. “Point.” She starts up the van and starts to drive.

St. Patrick’s Day Chaos

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Go get Chicago Wind before he disappears. I’ll take care of this gorilla eatin’ goon here!]]

[[…Forgive me, it seemed appropriate.]]

[Amy] [Okay boys and girls, here’s the deal. Scene is going to start out at Mickey’s bar with everyone out for St Paddy’s day. Expect drunkeness. There will be some combat. DO NOT ROLL UNLESS BD TELLS YOU TO. There will be dice, but for the most part everybody is going to be expected to just be honest with their stats and act accordingly. Questions, comments, little cakes with candies on them as offerings?]

[Ki Mondblume] ((*offers zebra cakes* I have no candles. Fire scares me.))

[Mickey Walker] [*gives corned beef instead!*]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[*Offers The Godfather collection on Blu-Ray*]]

[Adara Mires] (I offer green beer…it’s St-Patty’s day after all..and the movie the Boondock Saints)

[Amy] [That works! Spaz is going to set us up with a setting post, since this is Mickey’s terrirory, and then we can get going!]

[Mickey Walker] It’s St. Patrick’s Day, and it’s a nightclub- it’s packed. It’s not a themed bar, not by a long shot, but there is a heck of a lot of green showing. Uniforms have been relaxed for the waiters and waitresses, and there is a long of green hair, green, makeup and green shirts. There’s no green beef (sorry folks) but there is a list of specialty drinks for the nights like Irish Car Bombs and some green drinks.

Three people are manning the bar with a bouncer for control- there is another at the door, and one on the floor. A fourth bartender works on filling drink orders for those out on the floor, and the speakers have things like Dropkick Murphy’s and some Flogging Molly along with the typical nightclub music. There’s perhaps a remix or two in there, and generally, everyone seems to be having a good time.

Mickey’s on point at the bar with her green, black, and white dreads, her shirt saying “I Wanna Know Where the Gold’s At.” with the gold in, you guessed it, cold lettering. There’s not a lot of trick bartending tonight, but there is a little as she serves drinks as fast as she can.

[Adara Mires] She had came to this particular bar, not because it was an irish pub, because it wasn’t, but simply for Mickey. If she was to celebrate St Patrick’s day by herslef, well better do it where a friend worked. She was dressed in jeans, running shoes, a green shirt, with some green make up to enhance her emerald eyes. Her lnog dark brown hair were left free tonight, no ponytail.

She headed for the bar with a warm smile, waving at Mickey “Hey there!”She calls out ot her when she is close enough “How are you? And I’ll take something irishy, your call” She say leaning against the bar who cleared a little for her

[Amy] [Sorry, tiny hiccup, there was a soda vs. laptop issue. Soda won. He’s getting one of the old laptops going. Go ahead and do entrance posts!]

[Ki Mondblume] *He is wearing a blue shirt, and a pair of jeans. His eyes, however, are quite bright, cheerful, walking into the loud place. It’s about time he should check out her place. He doesn’t seem to mind the music at all. It’s light, it makes him walk to the beat, and it brings a wide smile to his face. He does try to squirm towards the bar, to see what’s going on. Apparently he didn’t get the memo that he was supposed to wear green, or orange. Or maybe he just doesn’t know.*

*He wriggles through the crowd, rather easily, towards the bar, near running into Adara in the process. He looks to the bartender, and he squints.* YOUR HAIR IS DIFFERENT! *he yells over the music.*

[Amy] This is their third (fourth) or fourth (sixth) bar tonight. As far as shitty months go, March has been the shittiest on record. Any excuse to go out and drink until puking occurs that is also supported by the calender is okay by her.

She’s not dressed for clubbing tonight. Those clothes got burned in a fit of “purge it with fire” earlier today. Instead, she’s in jeans and a clingy tank top, the carhartt left at the hotel in favor of a light sweater.

[Mickey Walker] “Hey!” She calls out to Adara, waving at her while she pours a beer for someone else. “If you can chug, I suggest an Irish Car Bomb, if you can’t, Guinness is a hell of a good place to start!”

There is a ripple of surprise as she sees Ki, and she grins wider. “Yeah! Green now, for St. Patty’s day!”

[Ki Mondblume] OHH! *he yells, and his eyes widen slightly.* It… ahh… *He seems to ponder that, with a frown.* IT LOOKS LIGHTER! *He seems to think yelling is the best way to communicate.* I THINK IT LOOKS PRETTY! *He looks around, though, as if trying to comprehend something, and then back to Mickey, flashing one of those grins.* ARE ALL THESE PEOPLE IRISH?

[Adara Mires] She laughed at Ki’s comment “Today, everybody is irish”She say with a playful nudge “How are you dear?” Her eyes move back to Mickey

“Irish car bomb for the win tonight hun” She flash her a wide smile

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She’s heading along with Amy. Sarita isn’t quite as drunk as Amy is, by a long shot. She is also not dressed for clubbing. Last time she went out clubbing, she saw people she knew and she and Amy had to change clothes. Amy is likely to puke and by NO means is Sarita wearing pukey clothes.

So it’s the duster and the jeans and tank top. Without the duster, she and Amy would look remarkably similar. She’s a little bit buzzed, but not drunk. Not yet, anyway…she’s building up to it. She agrees with the assessment that March has sucked cold shit through a straw, but she is hoping to make it through all the bars tonight before she blacks out.

[Mickey Walker] There is a very loud, very amused, laugh to Ki’s comment. “Thanks for the compliment. And hell no, not everyone’s Irish but at this time they may as well be!”

She grabs a Guinness from behind the bar and pours it into a glass. Then she grabs a shot glass and fills it half with Jameson, and half with Bailey’s. She slides both glasses to Adara, voice raised to be heard over the noise. “Drop the shot glass in, and then chug! You gotta chug fast, otherwise it’s gonna curdle.”

[Ki Mondblume] BOMB? *He looks VERY puzzled, at Adara and Mickey’s talking. The talk of drinks confuses him.* OHH! NO, NO BOMBS. No… BLOWING UP. *And he actually does a hand gesture of an explosion, as if she can’t hear him, raising his hand, and spreading his fingers slowly from the bar. Making a soft, inaudible poof noise.* HOW ABOUT… ERR… SOMETHING… NON-ALCOHOLIC AND IRISH?

[Amy] “WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DRINK?” She doesn’t really need to yell THAT loud, but yelling makes her feel better tonight so there it goes.

That whole ‘You lied to me don’t fucking touch me’ thing? That went out the window with the third boilermaker that cute buy bought her at the last bar. She grabs Sar’s arm, dragging her toward the bar in search of a particularly impressed bartender that she’s befriended.

“MICKEY!” Good god is she loud. And jumping. And waving.

[Adara Mires] She smield at Mickey “All right”And she did so. She dropped the shot in the glass and chugged it like a pro “Hmmmm that’s really good. I’ll get another one”

She hear someone screaming Mickey’s name and she turn her head. She offer a warm smile to Amy and Sarita, noticing who’s drunker than the other

“HEllo Sarita, Amy, how are you doing?”She calls out ot them over the music

[Mickey Walker] She seems to ponder Ki’s request, frowning a little. “I… could put some green food coloring in sprite? Sorry Ki, not so sure we’ve got anything non-alcoholic and Irish tonight. And not like a real bomb, it’s a drink, I promise.”

Her head shoots up at her name, and she grins all over again, even as she starts making another drink for Adara. “AMY! Hey chick, what’s up?!”

[Ki Mondblume] Sprite’s good! *he says cheerily, and he looks around as Mickey’s name is spoken. He blinks. Amy gets a grin, and Sarita gets a confused look. He seems to be good with those when he’s in a bar. He furrows his eyebrows. Rage gets one all the goodies, though, helping to clear up some space at the bar. His head swivels back to Mickey.* SPRITES ARE LIKE LEPRECHAUNS, SO THAT’S IRISH! *He likes his logic – he is clearly pleased with himself.*

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She gets dragged, not really bothering to tell Amy what she wants. She’ll have forgotten by the time they get there. She’s been a little bit unsure at first, but the more Amy drinks, the more she leans on her sister. And the more Amy’s leaning on Sarita, the more Sarita drinks, so the less it bothers her. Make sense? No. Shut up, no one asked you.

She smiles when they hit the bar and Mickey seems to know Amy. She looks between them, not too surprised. Amy knows a lot of bartenders. Possibly in a carnal manner, but she doubts that’t the case with Mickey. She nods to Mickey with a smile of greeting and lifts a have to wave at Adara.

[Amy] “ADARA! KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!” She’s feeling huggy. This is not good. Ki gets hugged hard, and given an official holiday kiss.

[Ki Mondblume] *Ki looks SO pleased at that. A little blush touches his cheeks, though, the grin overwhelms it.* You are SO drunk, *he says cheerily.* I hope you hug me when you’re sober too, cuz you’re a GOOD hugger.

[Mickey Walker] There is a giggle at Ki’s logic, a thumbs up to let him know that she approves. With the Car Bomb pushed back to Adara, she quickly mixes up a green sprite for Ki, topping it with a little umbrella, and pushing that to him. She’s pulled away briefly to help with a complex drink, before she heads back to where the small group has gathered.

“What can I get you?” She asks Sarita, since Amy is busy hugging people.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Amy knows a lot of people here, it would seem. And she’s hugging. Sarita looks at the woman to see if she’s about to start head-spinning next.

Then Mickey asks her what she wants to drink and she smiles. “Tequila sunrise. You’re a peach.”

[Amy] “I am SO FUCKING DRUNK!” She nods, grinning before climbing….ohmygod…. up onto the bar to hug Mickey.

[Adara Mires] She hugged Amy “It’s good to see you again Amy”Shesay to her while they hugged. She laughed at Ki’s words…yeah…Amy was a good hugger and a reason she would like to be a man right now. She look at Sar as she mix her irish car bomb

“How did things go last night after I left?”She ask then chug her drink then look at mickey “I’m paying ofr this tound. Another car bomb for me, her Tequila Sunrise, his Sprite and whatever Amy desire”

[Mickey Walker] “Tequila Sunrise… woman after my own h- HEY Amy!” She lunges forward to hug Amy over the bar, before she can get all the way up ON the bar. “Hug here’s good! If you want me to come give you a hug hug, lemme pop around the bar. But it’s good to see you!”

It seems like she’s done this before- she probably has. There is a half nod to Adara, but she’s mostly focused on keeping Amy un-kicked out this early on.

[Ki Mondblume] *He doesn’t hide where his eyes are going. RIGHT after Amy’s butt. He cants his head slightly at that, though he leans down to sip at the tiny straw in the drink. It’s simple. And … err… green. He thinks for a moment, chewing on the straw, before he yanks his gaze away from the inebriated kinfolk.*

[Black Dynamite] ((poor computer. at last, our friendship bonded by the struggle against the man, cut short by kung fu treachery)) It’s loud. Really fucking loud. And people are milling everywhere, shouting, talking, laughing, dancing. And yet…The pair that are working the bar still stick out like sore thumbs. They look closely enough alike that they’re definitely blood relatives, possibly twins, and they’re both…Well, looking for people. The pair aren’t anything to look at – the male half is short, not particularly handsome or muscular, very plain, while the sister is a bit heavyset, and doesn’t take very good care of herself in the slightest – but they seem to be doing pretty well for themselves. The man is currently talking to a blonde so far out of his league as to be on a separate planet, while his sister is lurking nearby.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “They went okay.” She shrugs to Adara. “Just some fairly random conversation, meet and greet stuff.”

She catches Ki looking at her sister’s ass and arches an eyebrow. “Hola, chico. Likin’ the view?”

[Amy] Adara gets hugged too. HUGS FOR EVERYONE! And one for the guy standing close enough to get drawn in too. Why not? She’s a slut, just ask Defiance.

Eventually she’s wriggled back off the bar, everyone has been hugged, and she’s not in any immediate danger of climbing up onto anything or anyone now.

[Ki Mondblume] Uhh… *He pauses. His head swivels to Sarita, and he grins.* Uhh… yes? *It’s honesty. So it’s the right answer. Though his head moves again, and he points.* Look, more people! *He seems to consider it an appropriate distraction, and he slides off the barstool.*

[Mickey Walker] With Amy off the bar, she gets back to work. A Tequila Sunrise for Sarita, another Irish Car Bomb for Adara, a pause to input it all in a computer, and a quick swig of a water bottle for her from behind thee bar. She’s not too focused on the siblings working it at the bar- people do that. And unless some drugging and or stealing happens, she’s got other patrons and she’s distracted with the crowd in front of her.

[Adara Mires] She wait for Amy to be done with the hugging “All right you Care Bear, what do you want to drink before gonig into another round of random hugging?”She say with a smile.

She did liked the view she had of the kin’s butt earlier but she didn’t stare at it, she wassubtler than that. She hand money ot Mickey to MIckey and pay ofr everything

She look to Sarita “And I didn’t get ot tell Katherine nor you yesterday, but my condeleances for your loss. I’m really sorry for Asha”She said with honesty

She watches Amy. She vwanted to tell her how sorry she was for John, but she doubt Amy was in a state ot hear about that

[Black Dynamite] The blonde, who seems quite drunk, makes her way out with the man. There’s something strange about it – perhaps it’s how the man goes from weaving like, well, a drunk, to moving perfectly normally. Perhaps it’s how his sister immediately stops her conversation in the middle and follows them out. Perhaps it’s just a vibe. Whatever the case, it’s definitely noteworthy, as the blonde, the man, and his sister all walk out.

[Ki Mondblume] *He actually pauses with his drink, and his grin vanishes in a heartbeat, as his eyes flick to Adara with that. And then back to Sarita. He arches an eyebrow at Adara, rather shocked, all things considered. He sips on his green sprite, and he waits by the bar, but not on the stool.* WHAT IS THIS MUSIC? *He yells instead, in Mickey’s direction.* I DON’T KNOW THE BAND.

[Ki Mondblume] *His eyes follow the threesome, however, and his smile returns, waiting rather patiently, all things considered. He looks like he is about to pounce on something.*

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Adara probably has the best of all possible intentions by expressing her condolences. She means well, and that’s good. But the fact remains that she took the time to remind a woman who is starting to approach being drunk in the middle of a St. Patrick’s Day celebration when she’s out trying to enjoy herself and forget her troubles that she is surrounded by death. So it’s fair to say that it has the opposite reaction than what Adara intended. She frowns at Adara and just like that, the Strider is a blank wall.

“Yeah, thanks.” It’s flat and has about as much sincerity as a text-to-speech program is capable of. She takes her tequila sunrise and sips it, her eyes immediately tracking the trio. Her eyes narrow a bit and she slams her drink back. “Amy.” She nods in the trio’s direction when her sister looks her way.

[Mickey Walker] She eyes the threesome, frowning at his drunk to straight shenanigans. She wants to tell a bouncer, but there’s nothing actually odd about it- and you don’t tell a bouncer a hunch. Nor does she miss the display between Amy and Sarita and she taps the bar near Sarita. “Hey, you want another?”

[Amy] “What?” She follows the nod, looking the trio over. “You want us to find a guy to fuck? We can do that. Have we ever done that?” She blinks hard. This has been far too many drunken days all in a row for her.

[Ki Mondblume] *It seems he doesn’t realize Amy’s not talking to him.* Errr… NO THANK YOU, I’M NOT INTO THAT. *He frowns slightly.* Well… uhh. This place is crowded.

[Adara Mires] She frowned at Sarita’s reaction and simply mumbled “Sorry” She closed her eyes and downed her third car bomb. She open her eyes again and look in the direction Amy and Sarita are looking at, the trio.

“Something’s wrong?” She ask the strider and it’s onvious she isn’t asking about why her expression changed, but about the trio

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She shakes her head at Amy’s question, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Wow. Um, no, Ames. Not at all.” She waves off the offer for a drink and moves to slip through the crowd. Mickey may not be able to tell the bartender anything on a hunch, but Sarita is beholden to no damned bartender.

“Dunno,” she says to Adara. “Might be, might not.”

[Mickey Walker] There is, perhaps, obviously relief as Sarita goes to check out the weird three. She continues to work on drinks, dancing a little to the music while she chats up other patrons. But still, she keeps drifting back to that little crowd of kin and true.

[Ki Mondblume] *He waves a hand at his face.* I’m… gonna step out. And get a bit of fresh air. *He puts the remaining sprite on the bartop, and starts to follow of his own accord. It seems he is beholden to no bartender either, but his curiosity is getting the best of him.*

[Adara Mires] She nodded to Sar “All right, your insticts are good enough for me”She say getting up “Whoa” The wordl was a little unsteady right now but came back to focus soon enough to let her know she wasn’t drunk yet, but not too far.

She move with the Strider, and as she hear Ki she ask Sarita “Should we leave your sister here with Mickey?”

[Mickey Walker] It is automatic- Ki steps away fro his drink, she takes it and puts it behind the bar. No chances for drugging here, thanks.

[Amy] Well if everybody is moving, she’s going too.

Not that she’s paid enough attention to know where they’re going or why, but damned if she’s going to be left behind.

[Mickey Walker] “Aww, Amy, you’re gonna leave me all alone too?” She calls after her, maybe pouting slightly at being abandoned so suddenly.

[Black Dynamite] Sarita watches the odd little group slip out – the man and the very drunk blonde first, followed shortly by the sister. She stays far enough behind that the blonde wouldn’t notice, a practiced distance and tempo. This isn’t their first time at this, that’s for certain.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Amy will go where she desires.” She chuckles a little. “I dare you to try and tell her she can’t come. Trust me, she’s got really good aim when she’s trying to kick someone in the cunt, especially while drunk.”

[Amy] “Something is going on!” She nods, wide eyed, gesturing wildly toward where the trueborn are shuffling off to.

[Mickey Walker] “Well… be safe or something!” She yells as Amy heads off. “All ya’ll!”

[Amy] She gestures Mickey along urgently before resuming her following of the trues.

[Adara Mires] She smiled to Sarita “I’m not one to tell people what they should do..I usually only offer advice. Though I odn’t doubt her aim..I do question how accurate she will be in her present hugging mood” She doesn’t want to saydrunken state, though it was obvious that’s for sure

She hear Mickey yell after them and she turn slighty to wave then indicate 5 minutes. She’ll certainly be back later ofr more ICB

[Ki Mondblume] *His nostrils flare, and he moves again through the crowd, curiously. His grin is there, however, and one swears, had he a tail, it would be wagging, madly.*

[Mickey Walker] She gnaws her lip a few times, glancing at the bar flow, before she yells “Taken my fifteen!” to one of the other bartenders and slips out to follow after, curious. She’ll probably get in trouble for it, but hell, she’s never left the bar before. And something is just WEIRD.

Plus, if it has to do with the club, someone should so know to tell the bouncers.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “We wait until they get outside,” she says to the Garou behind her, not rushing ahead so quickly that it makes them obvious. “Obviously, a fight in here would be…very bad. Adara, keep an eye on the woman hanging back. You…Ki…person. I’m assuming you’re with us, so keep your eye on the guy. Amy, you’re with Adara.” She’s assuming her sister is there. “I’ll get the girl and then join the dude among us.”

[Ki Mondblume] *He laughs at Sarita at that.* Eye kept on him. Aye-Aye, Cap’n, full speed ahead, and damn the mainsails. Prepare to capsize. Arr. *He weaves, keeping his eyes rather focused on the strangers. He is DEFINITELY curious.*

[Amy] Adara… that’s the one that tried to grab her ass? She nods at Sarita, not quite as balanced as would be preferred in the situation.

This, kids, is why one shouldn’t try to drown their problems in drink.

[Black Dynamite] The little trio ducks out the door. The man wraps his arm around the blonde’s waist, almost steering her – she’s almost too drunk to walk.

[Adara Mires] She nodded to Sarita. She was relaxed beside the Strider. Obviously, she never had thought that a fight in the club was a good idea. Her eyes moved to her wingwoman “All right Amy, seem we’re together. Walk close ot me and pretend we’re talking and that I”m funny or something”

She say with a smile to the kin “We can pass for two drunk friends, heading out for another place with hotter guys or more green beer..or whatever”She winks at her and walk, eyes glancing at the woman they were following

[Mickey Walker] They have a plan, she can see that much. So she follows but weaving through the crowd at a distance. She does pause, however to look around, to make sure nothing else weird is going on in the nightclub.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “We’re all just people walking down the street. Act natural, or the fight’s going to take place right outside the club, which isn’t much better.” She exits the club, just acting like any other person walking out of the club on a St. Patty’s night…just coincidentally going the same way that the three are.

[Ki Mondblume] *He looks back and forth, and despite the fact that he is not drunk, he wobbles his steps.*

[Black Dynamite] The trio have picked up the pace once outside the club. They’re already down the block, turning the corner. The sister turns and looks over her shoulder, and clearly sees the little group outside the club, then apparently dismisses them, turning and following the other two.

[Amy] She laughs loudly, leaning into Adara for a moment, voice quiet. “I’ll stop her, okay?”

[Ki Mondblume] *He lets out a slight grin, leaning on the closest wall, as if it’s holding him up.*

[Mickey Walker] She snags a waitress and steals a cigarette- good enough excuse to linger outside. She slips out of, sticking the cigarette in her mouth and half following after the group. She’s just moving away from the building, gotta be x amount of feet away to smoke.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] With the trio turning around the corner, Sarita frowns. “Shit, pick it up guys. Gonna lose ’em.” She looks over her shoulder, noting Mickey. “Let’s go.” Her hand reaches into her duster and she hedges close to Amy as she speeds up so as not to lose the three.

[Amy] Fuck. Focus, Ames. She shakes her head to clear it, which only makes things worse. Sprinting forward as quickly as heeled boots and questionable balance can manage, she moves after the girl twin.

“YOU! BITCH! Gimme back my fuckin’ phone you bitch!”

[Black Dynamite] The woman stops and turns to look at Amy. “What the fuck are you talking about?” She raises her voice only a little, stepping closer to Amy.

[Adara Mires] She nodded to Amy then Sarita “All right, let’s go” And she move faster and fluidly, almsot more liek a cat on the prowl than a wolf.

Then the kin girl was runnign after the twin. She used her tribe’s gift to augment her senses so she might smell if the woman is tainted when she go after Amy “Aww goddammit Marie, I told you it isn’t her” She say in a fairly good impression of being drunk, walking less straight now that they had the woman’s attention

[Amy] “Give me back my FUCKING PHONE!” She charges in, hoping that Sarita remembers Denver to recognize what she’s doing.

[Ki Mondblume] Hell YEAH it is, *he says with a laugh, and leaning over.* It IS. I’d recognize that ass ANYwhere. *He snickers as he stares at the woman.*

[Mickey Walker] Amy was no longer Amy. She was just going to call her Brass Ball’s Chick for the rest of her days.

She continues to just follow, glancing back at the bar, flicking her cigarette away. They don’t really need her, she knows, but she can’t head back quite yet.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Sarita remembers. She hides her grin fairly well, shaking her head as she looks at Ki meaningfully and picks up the pace to get to the guy. Always using the worst idea we’ve ever had, Ames. Owl bless you.

[Black Dynamite] The woman shakes her head. “You got the wrong person, girl. Go back to your drinking.” The man and the blonde don’t seem to be slowing down. In fact, they’re picking up the pace.

[Ki Mondblume] Don’t believe her! *he calls out, with a cackle.* She’s probably hiding it in her pants! Look there! *He is not hiding his position, at all. But he IS moving around, to almost surround the three of them.*

[Adara Mires] She stio beside Amy “Oh girlfriend..I told you, she’s not the one”

She offer an apologetic smile ot the woman “Sorry…I think ssomeone took her phone…or maybe she dropped it..not too sure..”She pause “Evening’s a blur really”

She was close now, enough to smell the woman with her enhanced sense of smell

[Black Dynamite] The woman smells clean, almost antiseptically so. No hint of alcohol, nothing. She smells as if she was just starting a shift at the hospital. She steps back as more people approach. “Yeah. No harm no foul, just, you know. I’m going to be on my way.” Her voice is…Uninteresting. She doesn’t really have a placeable accent, she just seems entirely average – dark hair, dark eyes, plain features. She looks between Ki, Amy, and Adara, not nervous, just wary at being surrounded suddenly.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She moves by the woman, making a beeline for the guy and his assumed prey. At this point, she really hopes that this isn’t some huge misunderstanding, ’cause her buzz is totally dead.

“Yo, homey…need me to call you a cab?” She says it with a grin, moving up toward them.

[Ki Mondblume] *He flops against the wall loosely, And he rubs at his forehead. It seems they were a bit wrong. He continues walking along the wall, taking Sarita’s lead.*

[Amy] Her eyes flicker to Ki, the past to were Sarita is off to. The implication is clear. Go fucking help my sister.

Her hand darts out and curls around the woman’s forearm, tight enough to get a good grip. Fuck. She’s going to puke from the running.

[Black Dynamite] The man looks over his shoulder at Sarita, frowning. “Nope, we’re good here. Thanks, though.”

[Black Dynamite] The plain-looking woman looks Amy over for a moment, then pushes her, suddenly, hard. “Let me GO.”

[Amy] She’s shoved and it’s decided. Yep. She’s going to puke.

Upside? She can’t get any drunker than she is now, and this buzz is fading fast.

Downside? The chicks shoes are NEVER going to be the same.

[Mickey Walker] She starts to move closer, walking, she’s walkin’ home, see? Very aware of Amy being shoved annnnd her puking on the chick’s shoes.

[Ki Mondblume] *He looks back to the man, and the woman he’s with. He tried to circle around so he can at least see the woman’s face. Which he covers with a drunken leer, and a* Hey, baby… don’tcha wanna go home with a REAL man?

[Adara Mires] She watched Amy with a brow raised. Nothing about the owman seemed strange…well her scent was strange but not the way she was expecting,

Then Amy look liek she was gonig to puke. She pass an arm around Amy’s shoulders “Marie…god..that’s such a mess”

And she look sick herslef…the smell not sitting well with her enhanced senses right now

[Black Dynamite] “What the FUCK?” The woman steps back, looking Amy over. “What the FUCK is wrong with you?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Y’sure?” She comes up to just outside arm’s reach, looking the two over. “She doesn’t look to be in the best shape, and there are some dangerous types out here at night. Just dying to take advantage of some overdrinking to take advantage for any number of nefarious schemes.”

Yes, she used nefarious. At least it was semi-ironic.

[Black Dynamite] The blonde looks over at Ki and gives him a glassy-eyed smile. There’s definitely something besides drunkenness going on here. Her voice is light and distant when she speaks. “M’good. Thanks though.” Her words are badly slurred.

The man looks between Sarita and Ki, tightening his grip on the blonde. “Seriously. We’re fine. Happy Saint Paddy’s.” He’s also quite plain, average features, similar dark eyes and hair as his sister, clothes unexceptional.

[Ki Mondblume] Awh, c’mon, man, I can’t get any tail around here, share the wealth. You’ve got HER too. *He points to the sister, and he reaches forward, to lift up the girl’s chin. Maybe not the best idea, getting within reaching distance of the man. Though his eyes do darken a bit. The curve of his smile increases.*

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She focuses her attention, kicking in her Persuasion. If this doesn’t work, then she knows something’s up for 100% sure.

“Come on, homey. Be cool. Let me at least walk along with you. Safety in numbers, right?”

[Amy] She stands up, mumbling an apology and leaning into Adara. The whisper is quick, and she hopes like hell Adara is paying attention.

[Black Dynamite] The man just smiles at Sarita, his voice pleasant, with an undercurrent of…Desperation? Fear?. “Really. It’s fine. We’re good. Just turn around and walk away, okay?”

[Black Dynamite] The woman steps up next to Amy suddenly and seems to push her again. “You fucking ruined my FUCKING SHOES.”

[Adara Mires] She looked at Mickey “Hey hun, can you take care of my friend? I need to find a phone to call us a cab”

Once Mickey is close enough she head toward Sarita’s location, kkeeping her ears focused on Amy and Mickey, her eyes can assess the Sarita and Ki’s situation

[Black Dynamite]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 5, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Mickey Walker] When Amy’s pushed again, she pipes up from behind. “Seriously? It’s St. Paddy’s and she’s wasted. Did you like… not expect your shoes to get ruined? And hey sure, whatever.

Draw attention to her, and away from Amy. She does quicken her pace though, to grab Amy, since she did just get shoved by the plain lady.

[Black Dynamite] ((more secret dice rolling! yay!))

[Black Dynamite]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Amy] It’s enough to knock her off balance, and she stumbles into Mickey.

[Mickey Walker] “Hey! Bitch, what the fuck!?” She catches Amy, instinctively looking down at her. “Hey, you okay?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She pauses for a moment. Something…doesn’t seem quite right. She looks back to the woman, then to the guy. “Okay, Studly McStudderton. Fess up. What’s the dealio here?”

[Black Dynamite] The man shakes his head at Sarita again, voice even, with that edge of desperation. He physically pulls the blonde away from Ki. “Just…Let us go, okay? Leave us alone. Please?” The blonde gives Ki a vacant smile.

[Amy] Holy FUCK that hurts. She snarls, using poor Mickey as a launching point, ignoring for the moment the fact that her abdomen is on fire.

[Adara Mires] She see Sar and Ki and trust they wil be fine, What she hears form Amy and mIckey tell her they won’t be. She jog back to them and look at the woman “The fuck you do to my friend?” She didn’t look happy at all

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She frowns, reaching back into her duster meaningfully. “No can do. Last chance, start talkin’.”

[Black Dynamite] The woman is backing up, hands held up, smirking at Mickey and Adara. “She’s just fuckin’ clumsy.”

[Amy] This. Is not. GOING ACCORDING TO PLAN. Adara gets a death glare when she comes back to the kin instead of going to help the Garou, and she takes a quick breath and pulls the sweater around herself.

“Fucking clumsy. Like she said. Let’s go find everybody.”

[Ki Mondblume] *He looks back to Adara and Amy, and then back to the man.* Roofie-coladas aren’t a nice drink to buy for your dates, man. Call your sister off before she starts abusing more people, too.

[Black Dynamite] The plain man smiles at Sarita. Calming. It’s very calming. His voice is…Very…Very…Calming. “Just go. Okay? Really. You need to go now. You and your friend. Just go. Okay?”

[Mickey Walker] Something just happened, and she’s not sure what. But judging by Amy’s snarl and the woman’s smirk, it wasn’t a good thing. She puts arms around Amy’s shoulders, and cheerfully flips the woman the bird. “You’re a right bitch. Maybe if you’ll drink a bit more you’d be a touch more pleasant.”

[Amy] Everything is fine. Everything is fan fucking tastic. She shrugs off Mickey’s arm but gives her a quick smile. “Come on. Let’s go find Ki.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[WP spent to resist if needed]]

She frowns and shakes her head. She’s had just about enough of this. She reaches out to shove the guy and pull the woman away from him. “Game over, pipe cleaner dick.”

[Adara Mires] She nodded to Amy…she knows the kin thought it would be best if she had gone to help her sister, butthing is Sar told her to stay with Amy and if something happened to the kin, she would have to face a pissed ragabash…no thank you. Beside she trusted Sar and knew Ki could handle himself

“All right, let’s go girl”She look at the owman “And hmmm sorry for the shoes”

She walked with them toward Sar’s location, keeping an eye on the woman

[Mickey Walker] There is a shrug as Amy pushes off her arm, like she’s used to it, and a nod. Her look is a yeah, sure, whatever look like she’s not sure how she got roped into this, but she’s rolling with it. Still, she keeps the weird woman in her peripheral, very away she is SO beyond a fifteen at this point.

[Black Dynamite] ((not needed)) The guy is surprisingly passive as he’s shoved, and the girl doesn’t resist at all as she’s pulled away, but the sudden movement has unexpected consequences. It must be one of those nights for vomit, as the blonde does vomit an impressive amount all over Sarita’s shirt.

[Amy] It certainly looks like she’s going to walk past the woman with the ruined shoes as if nothing was amiss. At this angle and in this light, it’s hard to see her dark shirt getting even darker with the blood that’s wicking out of the hole in her stomach. She even gives the woman a brief, slightly creepy smile first.

[Punch this bitch right in the face. -1 drunk, -1 stabbed *Rabbit sacrifice*]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 3, 6 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]

[Amy]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] The sister turns her head at just the right time. Amy’s punch is a good one, but probably hurts Amy’s fist more than the woman. She does stagger back, though, suddenly yelling as though she’s been lit on fire, screaming for help.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Yes. That is EXACTLY what she needed. Her jaw sets, maneuvering the vomiting chick behind her. Luckily, she waterproofs her duster or it’d be stained for life with the contents of the woman’s stomach. She puts a hand up to the guy.

“Don’t push me right now.”

And then there is the sound of a fist smacking flesh and a scream, and her attention is diverted to where her sister is decking someone. Yeah. That makes sense.

[Adara Mires] (hmmm Amy has been stabbed and bleesing right?”

[Adara Mires] (*bleeding even)

[Ki Mondblume] *He looks back to the blonde now. And his eyes widen. He grits his teeth. Trap? He doesn’t seem to know. He’s looking from the woman to the man. Something wrong with both of them. He tries to shove the man away from the woman, trying to keep them separate.*

[Amy] The shirt might be dark, but the sweater is light and the blood spot is starting to show. It’s only going to get worse as she sprints after Sarita, not liking the relative quiet from that direction.

[Mickey Walker] Oh, well, shit. She flinches at the scream and Amy’s sudden punch. Hands go to grab Amy, to pull her back, when something finally kicks in. “Fuck, you’re bleeding!”

But Amy is running, and she curses again, sprinting after Amy. Didn’t anyone know that running only made you bleed faster?!

[Adara Mires] She smelled the blood “Dammit she’s bleeding”She tell Mickey. She had smelled the coppery smell of blood on Amy. She rammed her fingers into the screaming woman’s throat

[Ki Mondblume] ((Dex+Brawl))
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] The man doesn’t even attempt to get out of Ki’s way. The shove sends him, stumbling backwards – into the street. He stumbles and falls to a knee.

[Adara Mires] (throat punch)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]

[Ki Mondblume] *He keeps Sarita in his peripheral vision, and then man as well, keeping his stance steadied. It seems now he’s waiting for the others, to see what was going on. Something was horridly wrong.*

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She sees the blood on Amy and she frowns. Ki’s got the guy; she takes the opportunity to pull the vomiting woman away. “You need to fucking leave,” she says, giving her a gentle push before she tries to assess the situation between the two.

One guy not resisting. Another made Amy bleed, but Adara has it for the moment. “Keep an eye on him,” she calls out to Ki, looking back to where Adara and the woman is to see what’s happening there.

[Adara Mires] (damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 4 (Botch x 1 at target 6)

[Amy] [Okay roller. Funny the first time. Now it’s just obnoxious.]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Jesus, Kahseeno]]

[Black Dynamite] The brother, on one knee in the middle of the street. Dark hair. Dark clothes. A night where most people driving are at least a little tipsy. With the screech of tires, nature takes its course – a silver BMW tries to slam on its breaks, but the terrified teenage driver reaction time is slowed by a night full of illicit drugs and green beer. Ki would swear he sees the man -smile-, displaying perfect, straight white teeth, for an instant before he vanishes under the car with a horridly loud, meaty thump. The BMW doesn’t wait around, but slams on the gas, whipping around the corner and vanishing. The screams start almost instantly, from the other late-night revelers.

[Adara Mires] (*shakes head*)

[Ki Mondblume] *His eyes widen, and he leaps back, before he can get sprayed with the dead man’s… err… stuff. He looks back to Sarita.* Wha….?

[Black Dynamite] The woman is apparently blessed by God, the Devil, the Buddha, maybe Odin, and possibly Zeus. Adara’s well-aimed blow must hit her in the fleshy part of the throat. The woman doesn’t even stop screaming, her voice shrill as she screams, “MY BROTHER! OH MY GOD, THEY KILLED MY BROTHER!”

[Mickey Walker] That is a terrible sound, and she can’t help but wince. It doesn’t help that the sister is still screaming, and she’s still trying to get to Amy, who’s all bleedy from being stabbed.

[Ki Mondblume] *Running, NOW, might be good. He is backing away, towards the screeching woman.*

[Amy] Time to go. Sprinting is not good for bleeding wounds. Running is REALLY not good for bleeding wounds. This information makes itself perfectly clear as she darts away from Shrieky Bitch, because that sort of shit brings the cops.

[Adara Mires] She raised a brow at the screaming woman “So say the person who stabbed my friend” She say n a low voice to her

Problem was, they couldn’t do anything right now “Get back inside”She say ot Mickey. At least Miickey was far enough from the man that the accusation were more directed at Ki, maybe Sar

She start to move away, wishing she coudl have a spirit watching the woman so they could follow her, well maybe the still could. She had her scent after all.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She winces and looks over when the guy gets run down. She might think they made some horrible mistake if she hadn’t seen Amy bleeding. Normal partiers don’t stab when they’re pushed and these guys are clearly something off. “Go,” she tells Ki, watching the man’s (assumed) corpse with a frown.

[Mickey Walker] She’s going after Amy- Amy is BLEEDING, and RUNNING, and she’s running with her. If Amy headed towards the bar, she could treat her, she knows she could, but she’s got no idea where the other kin is running.

[Ki Mondblume] He smiled, *he offers to Sarita.* He DID, there’s something wrong. Help Amy. *He mutters, before he’s making a beeline for the woman. He’s not running AWAY, just moving towards the woman.*

[Black Dynamite] The woman is already sprinting towards her downed brother. This world being what it is, the flashes from cellphone cameras are going off – three, maybe four pictures, some probably catching the Garou or the Kin. Dark blood is everywhere, and Ki and Sarita can easily see that the man’s been…Well, pulped. Squashed. Like a broken toy made of meat, his limbs only twitch spasmodically like a landed fish, probably the last frenzied signals from his destroyed brain.

[Black Dynamite] The vomiting blonde, meanwhile, is adding to the shrill chorus of shrieks. A thin wail erupts from her lips as her brain apparently kicks back in. Screams are everywhere, now, and sirens are definitely approaching.

[Adara Mires] She slow down near Sarita “They never listen do they?” She say to the Strider “Want to go after your sister while I trail the woman?” She say very softly for her ears only

[Amy] She’s moving in the direction Sarita went. Find her sister, then worry about the rest of it.

[Adara Mires] (hmmm if Amy’s moving in her sister’s direction..i guess Adara jsut asked about trailing the blonded and not comemnt on the kin not listening)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Trail the woman who’s running right at us?” The woman is running at her brother, after all, and Sarita was between them.

She frowns. “Fuck it. Let’s go.” She moves to intercept Amy and head off with her.”

[Adara Mires] She tilted her head at Sar “Welll I was assuming eventually she would go somewhere and and keeping an eye on her was a good idea” She pick her phone up “I’ll call Kristen, she can heal your sister”She say moving with Sarita

[Ki Mondblume] *He’s moving away from the building crowd. And swiftly. This… was going to be a very, very big mess. He had to find somewhere to hide for a bit.*

[Mickey Walker] She doesn’t like the cameras flashing- and notes to change her hair as soon as she can. And she’s behind Amy, she lets Sarita know she’s got some medical skills, if Amy needs it.

… but probably not, judging by what Adara says.

[Amy] “Really not the fucking place for discussion.” She slows but doesn’t stop, walking instead of running now and grabbing Sarita’s arm on the way past.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She hooks Amy’s arm around her neck and moves with her, helping her along to escape. “Split up. It’s safest.”

[Mickey Walker] A faint nod to Sarita, no other words, and she heads back to the bar. Head down, casual, blending in- she knows how to do this. She is probably in so much trouble, for sure with the bar, and likely… well, likely with the police if she’s recognized. And she knows she’s very easily recognized.

[Ki Mondblume] *It seems Ki has already gone on his way, not QUITE leaving the others behind, but definitely splitting up. He’s trying to, anyway, getting out of the way. He’s not heading home, nor is he heading to Broho. He’s going somewhere to shift into lupus.*

[Amy] “Mickey, cut back through the alley and go back to work. You didn’t see anything. Adara, fucking find Ki. Meet us back at the broho.”

Remember her, Ames? The girl who was less worried about bullshit like love that didn’t exist, and more about the evil shit that does exist? Say hi. She’s back.`

[Amy] [Wow. She’s so good she can make people do things before she says them! 😀 ]

[Mickey Walker] There is a flick of fingers- the only thing that let’s Amy know she heard.

[Adara Mires] She nodded “All right sure”She headed ot look for Ki and called Kristen to ask her to be at the Broho. She nodded to Mickey when hte kin left

She trailed Ki’s scent once her call was done, running after the Utkena

[Black Dynamite] The woman just brushes by, or shoves, anyone in her way. She falls to her knees next to her brother, and the scream that comes out of her throat is composed of agony, hatred, rage. A pure, primal sound of sorrow. It turns into a wail, as the ambulance and police approach.

[Ki Mondblume] *If he’s found a place to hide and insta-shift, she’ll find a sandy-furred wolf. If not, well…*

[Black Dynamite] It shouldn’t be too hard for Ki to find a place to shift. People are too busy heading towards the fatal accident to notice someone slipping into an alley for a few moments.

[Amy] Long way around, and she and Sarita head back to the Broho.

[Adara Mires] Either way, she look at Ki and nodded “Follow me.”She walked with him. keeping to the shadow because being with a wolf is suspiscious, evne if he was in homid, they might be wanted by the cops. Well Ki more than her. She was near the woman when it happened after all..oh she mgiht be wanted for punching her but she did no damage..hard to prove what happened in that case.

She take her time and a very lnog way around to get at the BroHo…well nto oto long because Amy was in danger

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Long way around to their Van, a couple blocks away. There are bandages in the back for Amy as they head off.

[Amy] (Going Caern Night!)

[Ki Mondblume] *He keeps his distance, then, following Adara. He looks back to the club, worried.*

[Mickey Walker] She has to go back to work, unfortunately. And she’s got no way to contact anyone… so she can only hope Amy will be all right.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Thanks for the scene, peeps staying behind!]]

[Kristen Burke] Kristen is upstairs, she’s wearing her green dress with leafy embroidery. Her feet are bare. She’s sitting on the couch in the common room with a mug of cider in one hand carefully balanced on her leg. Her eyes are closed as she relaxes.

[Ki Mondblume] *When they are out of sight, he finally catches up to Adara.* ws~ Am going home. Must keep distance from others. Only me. In trouble. Have history with state. Will sleep in wooded areas. Tell others?

[Adara Mires] She nodded to him “You sure? My room is still open if you need a place to crash Ki, you know that right?”

[Ki Mondblume] *His tongue lolls out.* ws~ Not safe. You go in. Tell me how the girl is. I worry. She hurt. Is sad. *He whines.* ws~ Like her. And not want to get them in trouble.

[Adara Mires] She frown “You won’t. Come back the back door or the umbra silly. And she’ll be ok. Kristen will heal her. Have faith my friend” She smiled and scratched him behind the ears

[Ki Mondblume] ws~ Will be fine. Want to sleep outside. Familiar ground. Comforting. *He cants his head.* ws~ She hug me. I like. *His tongue lolls out, and he turns around to run in the direction of the woods.*

[Adara Mires] She grinned “Yeah, I guess you don’t like it when I do it..I know I should have gotten myself bigger breasts”She say with a grin, teasing him “Have a good night” She headed to the BroHo

[Ki Mondblume] ((*falls over*))

[Amy] The wound is at least bandaged, and the direct pressure has more or less stopped the bleeding.

Goddamned butterfly knives.

Her mood is well beneath sub basement level of shitty. Sadly, getting stabbed isn’t the worst pain she’s been put through today.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She helps Amy out of the van. “You need help?” Yes, she’s asking WHILE she’s helping. That may not make sense, but it’s the way it is.

[Amy] “No.” She takes the help though, getting out slowly. “This fucking sweater is ruined.”

[Adara Mires] She enter the BroHo by the back door, offer a smile ot the staff, saying hi to each of them, calling them all by name. She exit the kitchen and stop at the bar, asked for two bottle of whiskey and paid for them. She inquire if Amy was back with Sarita. When the answer is negative, she head upstairs, calling Amy’s phone

She smiled at Kristen as she lsitening to the ringing

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah, like it’s the first sweater we’ve ever ruined ’cause you got stabbed.” It’s said good-naturedly. Sadly, she’s not joking. She helps Amy around to the back and heads in.

[Amy] “Fuck.” She fumbles the phone from her jeans pocket, answering when she doesn’t recognize the number. “Trujillo”

[Adara Mires] “Amy, it’s Adara, are you near the BroHo? I’m upstairs and Kristen is there and waiting to help you”

She sit on the couch, placing a bottle on the table and uncapping the other

[Kristen Burke] Her eyes open as she hears footsteps, then she blinks at Adara’s words and sits up downing the rest of her cup then setting off out of the way. “What’s going on?” She asks softly, a worried frown creasing her lips.

[Amy] “We’re outside. I’m fine. My mate can heal me when I get home. We’ll be up in just a second though.”

That’s going to be fun in about ten seconds….

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She opens her mouth as Amy talks and the ‘M’ word comes out. Yes, the ‘M’ word. That was what they called it in reference to Amy. Like fuck is an F-Bomb? Mate is an M-bomb. Unless you’re watching Crocodile Dundee or listening to British people talk.

The mouth is open, but nothing comes out. It snaps shut and she moves to help Amy up the stairs.

[Adara Mires] She tilted her head and blinked a few times. Ok..does hse really need ot offer her condoleances for John. SHe seemed ot have moved on pretty fast. Then again from Stefan to John to..Stefan again? Maybe. He’s a theurge, he can heal, they like each other..the association is easy to make. Is it the right one. None of her business she realize

“Well he’s ont here and better to have her do it in case you get infected or something. Bring you ass up, there’s whiskey”She hang up and took a really long swing form her bottle

“Amu got hurt, stabbed by a strange woman” She say to Kristen

[Kristen Burke] She nods and hurries into their room, coming out a moment later with her bag.

[Amy] “There’s whiskey. Let’s go.” She puts the phone in her pocket, ignoring the look from Sarita for now.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Uh. Yeah, right.” The stairs are probably a bit of an endeavor, but it doesn’t take too long before the footfals can be heard and the Strider siblings appear at the top of the steps. Sarita looks more dazed than the one who was actually stabbed.

[Adara Mires] She close her eyes as she feels the alcool burn as it goes down. Well tomorrow she will have to dye her hair and probably cut it too. That sucked. She loved her hair the way it was right now. She doesn’t move, holding the bottle against her chest and breathing slowly. It was..a sucky St Patrick’s come to think of it.

She’s not with Neued, nor Janis..they weren’t drunk yet, Amy got stabbed, Mickey might lose her job and they were maybe wanted. That could have been worst, she’s sure…but how..not so sure on that yet.

[Kristen Burke] She didn’t hear the protest to treatment. She waves Amy and Sarita over, she pulls out a small bottle of water as she waits for them to come over, looking at the wound as soon as she can. Ready to clean out the wound to make sure there’s nothing in it before she uses her gift.

[Amy] Sober, weakened from blood loss Amy is a lot less animated than drunk, trying to black everything out Amy. She makes it up the stairs with some effort, expression completely blank.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Heya there, Doctor Burke, Medicine Woman.” She throws up a smirk to replace her bewilderment and helps Amy over, accept taking on something distinctly Old West. “Got an outlaw here for ya t’patch up fer me.”

[Amy] “I’m not getting healed, Sar”

[Adara Mires] She open her eyes and turn to look at them. She moved up to let Amy lay on the couch and leaned against the pool table. She watched Amy refuse help than looked at Sar with a brow raised

[Kristen Burke] She raises her eyebrow. “You’d rather bleed to death?”

[Kristen Burke] ((I got 10 minutes before I’m heading home from work))

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She sighs, and gives a shrug. “Your choice. But your bar brawlin’ days are over until we get that fixed.”

She looks to Kristen. “She’s not going to bleed out. It may not surprise people to hear this, but we’re pretty good at patching ourselves up.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Thank you, though.”

[Amy] “It was a six inch butterfly knife and it didn’t get anything big.” She forces a half smile for Adara and Kristen. “I’ve been stabbed worse. Ask Sar.”

[Kristen Burke] She sighs at Sarita, the woman was not helping her case. She waits to see if she’s going to work on the girl or not. “It’s not like it is hard to heal you.”

[Adara Mires] She watched Amy in silent. She wanted to talk to her..about a lot of things..some older, some more recent. About her beating a month ago, about John and his death, about her kin association..and decided that it didn’t matter. Girl seemed too stubborn for her own good. She already had one freakishly stubborn kin to deal with, and she had seen him earlier.

“Suit yourself dear” She say and drank form her bottle “Sorry to have bothered you hun” She say to Kristen

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] A roll of the eyes comes from Sarita. It’s good-natured, but there is legit concern underneath. She always gets this way when Amy’s been injured, but she’s good at hiding it. “Notice that she’s the one smiling about the being stabbed by bigger things. I’m not.”

She nods to Kristen. “Thank you. Seriously. But it’s her choice. I’m not going to make her. I appreciate you coming out to offer, though. We both do.”

[Kristen Burke] ((If Amy says yes, Kristen will heal her. If Amy says no, Kristen will go back to the room with Adara and grab her shoes and a coat and tell Adara that she probably wont be home tonight. Either way I have to go BB from home.))

[Amy] She lets them talk about her, which is a sure sign that something is amiss. Grabbing the other bottle of whiskey, she flops onto the couch and winces slightly.

[Adara Mires] She wave at Kristen when her friend went back to the roon and bid her good night when she left for the night. Her emerald eyes fell on Amy for a moment then Sarita

So what do you think happened tonight?”

[Amy] “Possessed. That’s my bet”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She frowns, and moves to take a seat on the opposite side of Amy. “Habla conmigo, Amy. ¿Qué está pasando y qué puedo hacer?

A little nod. “Possessed is a strong possibility. Or they were acting under someone else’s orders. The guy seemed…afraid. Of what we could do or of what might happen if they failed, I don’t know.”

[Adara Mires] She nodded slowly, making a small face at the word possession. She had to deal with repercussions of one lately and it hadn’t been fun

“So the guy was possessed, the girl did smell clean, too clean, hospital clean. She msut have been posessed to stab Amy like that but her grief seemed real enough” She say shaking her head slightly, drinking some more

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Maybe it was some kind of deal where if one died, the other was freed. Maybe it wasn’t possession at all. Or maybe she was just a really god damned good actor about being upset.”

[Amy] “Puede tu traer John vuelve a la vida?” It’s a quiet answer back to Sarita as she starts the painful process of fishing her phone out of her pocket.

“Yeah. She smelled like nothing. Fucking bitch.”

[Adara Mires] She watched them speaking spanish. She doesn’t say anything and took one swallow form her bottle “Any of you mind teaching me spanish one day? I’m a pretty fast learner. I’m have Bridget teaching me french”

She tilted her head then decide ot turn on the tv, with no volume and turned the hcannels to a local station so they mgiht watch the news eventually “I wonder how much of us will be associated with what happened”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She frowns and reaches out as if to rest her hand on the kin’s shoulder, then stops herself and pulls back. “Me gustaría que pudiera. ¿Algo más?

[Amy] Her head shakes at Sarita, and she takes a long swallow from the bottle before answering Adara. “It’s bastardized as fuck, and we mostly just know the swear words but yeah.”

[Adara Mires] She smiled “Don’t worry, I’ll need mostly help with the prononciation and the swear words. I’ll have the entire english to spanish dictionary memorized in a week”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “And the sentence structures, the verb conjugations, the difference between tenses and shit.” She smiles a bit. “Adara, sweetie. There’s a reason why people who take like six years of it in school still aren’t always considered fluent.”

[Adara Mires] She nodded to Sarita “All right, you have a point there. Then I’ll provide the vocabulary, you help me out with how to grammatically structure my speech. It’ll be really appreciated”She say, meaning it. She loved to learn new things.

[Amy] She laughs, wincing and pausing in the text she’s sending. “Fuck me. We’re the wrong fucking people to teach about fucking grammar though.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She chuckles a little. “Maybe if we have time. I think we’re all pretty busy for hours of Spanish teaching, especially if you’re already learning French.”

[Adara Mires] She shrugh “Haven’t started yet and Just give me some time here and there. When you can you know. I’ll look elsewhere too. I won’t mind having as much help as possible you know”

She smiled softly “I haven’t seen both of you around lately. Are you guys still staying at the BroHo?”

[Amy] Her head shakes, texting again before she puts the phone in her pocket “Not really. She’s go the loft, I’m staying with Stefan.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Not really. I mean, we still got permission to room with Kyle, so kinda? But with…what you mentioned before…” Yeah, there’s still some hurt over how and when Adara decided to bring up that little nugget. “…I’m with my pack right now.”

And apparently, Amy’s with Stefan. She blinks a bit, frowning, and then gives a shrug to Adara. “So yeah. There you have it.”

[Adara Mires] She nodded to her, looking ashamed and embarassed by Sarita’s words. SHe hadn’t meant to hurt her.

“All right” She simply say and drank some more

“Kyle is doing good by the way, if you’re wondering. Sw him wearing a nice suit and all, hair in a ponytail..he looked pretty good”She say with a grin

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That’s good to know. Kid’s so hard to keep track of, I’m half-tempted to put a bell on him.” She smiles. It’s a faint stab at humor, but a stab nonetheless.

[Adara Mires] She smiled “He’s been around a few times lately. Made pretty good sketches of me and my love. I know mickey is pretty friendly with himKristen liek him too. He’s a really good guy. We get along really really well”

She drank some more, her bottle halfway empty

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “No, Kyle’s a great kid. Not arguing that one at all.” She looks over at Amy, watching her for a moment.

[Adara Mires] She nodded, watching the sisters for a moment “You girls want to get Amy to Stefan. I mean, it would be safer for her to be healed quickly no?”

She pass a hand in her hair, dreading tomorrow and the hair cut and dye. Her eyes glance at the TV once in a while, watching if the news are on

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Relax, that’ll be fine. Worst comes to worst, we get hauled in and asked some questions, but they have nothing to hold us on. Not unless that car belongs to any of us.”

She looks to Amy. “Vamos a ir a algún lugar y hablar. ¿De acuerdo?

[Adara Mires] She shrugh “Maybe. I guess you know that better than I do. I mean, I never had to deal with the justice systems or cops in my life you know. So just about anyone know better than me” She shrugh

She drank some more of her bottle and moved from leaning against the table ot a beabag, smoothly sitting in one and suddenly feeling like she doesn’t to get up from there

[Amy] She nods at Sarita, otherwise off in her own world.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] A little grin. “Yeah, I got experience. I was what they called a line-up regular in…where was it, Ames? Omaha or Lincoln?”

[Adara Mires] She chuckled at Sarita “I didn’t mean it that way.”

[Amy] “Fucking Lincoln, I think.”

She shouldn’t be allowed to let herself think. The words come out shaky and distracted, and she sits up suddenly. “I gotta go.”

[Adara Mires] She blinked at that “What is it Amy?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She frowns. “Okay. C’mon, I’ll give you a ride.” She gets up to head off with Amy.

[Amy] Her breathing is short and shallow as she looks around the room, old ghosts threatening to pull her under without any warning.

[Adara Mires] She didn’t want to get up but she did, a look of concern on her face as she watch the kin “You don’t look too good girl” She say moving closer

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “C’mon.” She slips her arm around Amy and nods to Adara as she moves to maneuver the kin down the stairs.

[Amy] She can do this. Forcing a deep breath, she nods at Sarita absently as she wrestles with keeping everything firmly compacted and contained.

[Adara Mires] She nodded to the sister “All right, good night” She say, watching them leave and movign to the couch with every intention of finishing her bottle and maybe even the one Amy started

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] And down the steps they go. The sounds of the Van pulling out of the parking lot is heard minutes later.

The Talk That Needed To Happen

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She pulls the VW Bus up outside the house. For once there is no loud music playing–no bad techno, no Southern rock, no metal. In fact, there is no music playing period. There’s barely any sound, thanks to the fact that Sarita is a good enough mechanic to keep the vehicle in tip-top shape. She parks it at the curb and a cigarette but goes flying out the window before the Strider slips out, shutting the door behind her.

She looks tired. She’s holding it together, because she didn’t know Asha as well as her packmates. The ripping of someone out of the pack link was traumatizing, to be sure. But she didn’t lose it like Sinclair, and she kept her chin up as best she could. The others knew Asha. Sarita didn’t, she was just the woman’s pack-sister for a blink of time. But still, it’s not easy for her and the slight glassiness to usually-vibrant eyes as well as the circles underneath attest to that.

She lights up another cigarette and, looking around, she makes her way toward the door.

[Amy] The house looks different with lights on. The porch light reflects off of a shiny new door handle, and the living room lights are on behind makeshift sheet curtains.

Amy opens the door when Sarita gets there, looking unsure but mustering a slight smile. “Hey…”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Hey.” She gives a faint smile of her own and moves to hug Amy, on instinct. She stops herself though, looking uncomfortable once she has. “Uh…sorry.” She chews on her lip a little.

[Amy] She looks… better. The dark circles are still under her eyes, but the sunburn is better and her skin has stopped peeling. Even more notably, she seems to be sober. She takes a partial step back when Sarita tries to hug her, though it may be as much to let her sister in as anything.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Whatever the reason, she takes the attempted embrace as the reason why. She ducks her head and slips inside, taking a drag off the cigarette. “Electricity, huh?”

[Amy] “Yeah….” She looks uncomfortable, moving over to the air mattress that’s covered with a blanket and standing in as furniture. “You okay?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She shrugs and runs a hand through her hair, taking a lean against the wall near the air mattress/ “The rest of them are pretty fucked up. Kate has her guy to keep her good, Lukas has Danicka and keeping us straight. Sinclair broke down.” She shrugs. “It’s not good. I’ll….I’ll live.”

She leans her head back against the wall and looks at Amy. “You?”

[Amy] “Why did you do it?” She settles in on the air mattress, leaning to the side to get the ashtray and a pack of cigarettes.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Fuck.” It sounds almost like she’s supplying the word as a reason, for a moment. She shrugs and looks off to the wall. “I fucking panicked. You gotta understand, I had just gotten to the god damned Broho and was talking with some chick who’s name I don’t even remember right now about the kinfolk hunting bullshit. Then all of a sudden Hunter’s there smelling like gasoline and screaming at the top of his lungs before he pops into the Umbra. I had to practically talk the fucker down off the Umbral ledge of the roof long enough for Kate to do a Truth of Gaia so we could get to the bottom of things, and then Lukas cleanse him.”

She shuts her eyes. “Then I spent half the God-damned night following him around until I lost him because he was popping in and out of the Umbra, and spent the other half trying to find him. I had no idea if he was going to go suicidal, Amy. And I thought the same might happen to you. So I fucking panicked.”

She shrugs and opens her eyes again, though they stay on the ground. She takes a drag off her cigarette. “Doesn’t matter. It was a stupid fuckin’ plan anyway that even if it wasn’t a horrible thing to do, would never have worked.”

[Amy] She’s very calm, eyes flickering away now and then as Sarita speaks. “Why did you think he was going to go suicidal?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I just…” She chews on her lip. She has no idea what to say here. She fidgets, eyes looking to the door for a moment like she wants to flee, and she rubs at an eye with the heel of her hand.

“Amy…” It’s a plea, sounding almost like a lupine whine.

[Amy] “Why?” She sounds patient, taking a long drag of her cigarette and talking through the smoke. “What’s with the gas smell? What made you so worried about what Defiance was doing all of a sudden?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Please, don’t.” She shakes her head, hands wrapping around her waist. “It was how he died. Can you just let it go there? Please?”

[Amy] “I know how he died.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks up suddenly, eyes widening. “You kno–” And then she pauses, and blinks. The surprise…no, the stun…is obvious on her face.

“You know.” It’s said in a slower tone, and she frowns as she looks away. “I get it.” A nod. “You wanted me to know what it felt like. What you went through.”

[Amy] “He told me. Not everything yet, but the general idea. I just wanted to see how far you would take the lie, is all. It doesn’t have anything to do with punishing you. I understand”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] A little shake of her head. “I should have been up front with you. I’m sorry.”

[Amy] “No. You know me better than that. You knew what might have happened.” She takes another drag from the cigarette “Just sit the fuck down, hey?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She hesitates, almost like it might be some kind of trick, before she gives in. She crosses over to sit carefully down on the air mattress, slumping a little once she does. “Still. I’m sorry.”

[Amy] She leans in, shoulders touching now. “Me too. For all of it. Everything is different now, if we want it to be or not.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “How do you mean?”

[Amy] “You’ve got your pack. The loft and everything. That’s where you should be. I’ve got…you, sometimes. Hunter sometimes. I need to figure out what to do the other times.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks down at her knees. Her jaw sets, and when she speaks, it’s quiet. “Please don’t.”

[Amy] “Don’t what?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I need you in my life, Amy.” She swallows hard, breathing slowly and deliberately. “Not in a, ‘we’ll see each other a couple of times a week for coffee and talk about our day’ kind of way. You’re my fucking sister, Amy. I need you as much and even more than the people who are in my fucking head every fucking minute of the god damned day.”

[Amy] “This was our house, Sar. I don’t have a goddamned thing left of him but his coat and like, five days that we had here. That’s it. I know it’s selfish as fuck, but I need to be here right now. I’m not ready to let go of what those couple days were like with him and Hunter before everything went to shit.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I get that. I’m not saying…” She squeezes her eyes shot and shakes her head. “I just refuse to let you drift away from me. I will not let that happen.”

[Amy] “Nobody’s saying it’s going to.” She seems to be using that phrase a lot lately, for a variety of things.

“We’ve got some shit to figure out. Not just you, either. I mean, I up and left. Not like we both don’t have shit to make up for, you know?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I get it. It…” She shrugs and opens her eyes, taking the last drag of her cigarette and crushing out a full trail of ash in the ashtray before she lights up another one.

“I freaked out at first, but I got over it. You gotta do what you gotta do, right?”

[Amy] “Yeah. Exactly. You did what you had to do, too. I can’t be pissed at you any more than I can be pissed at Hunter.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She gives a little shrug. “So, how’s this gonna work then?”

[Amy] “Are you going to move into the loft, pretty much? Be with your pack?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I don’t know.” She shakes her head. “No, I don’t think so. I mean…we have the room in the loft.” The ‘we’ is tangible. “And I’ve been staying there since you left and now, with Asha….you now. But I’d always planned on still getting us a place when you…” She trails off. “Maybe I’ll just keep the spot in the Broho, or get my own place. I don’t know…I haven’t much been thinking of living arrangements.”

[Amy] “I’m probably not going to want to be here forever.” Forever isn’t as long as most people think. Isn’t that what she said earlier?

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She nods a little. “We’ll…take it day by day, I guess. Figure out what works for us, right?” She tries for a smile, and fails miserably. “We’re the play it by ear kind.”

[Amy] “Don’t be mad at me for this. Please? I can’t explain why I have to stay here.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I understand why, Amy. I’m not mad. I totally get it.” She takes a slow breath. “I’m sorry for everything. I really am.”

[Amy] “Me too” She gives a sideways hug. “Do you want to stay here tonight?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] It’s slow, the crack in the dam. It starts with the touch from Amy, and it draws a slow breath with just a hint of a catch in it. It’s not going to break, not now. Maybe not tonight. But it will. “Yeah. Yeah, I…I should get back, but…I can’t right now. Maybe I’m terrible, but…I can’t.”

[Amy] “Just stay. It’s safe here.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] A little shake of her head and a dry, mirthless smile. “There is no ‘safe,’ Ames. We both know that. We never played with a safety net…the problem was, we just never fell before now.”

[Amy] “We haven’t done a lot of things before now.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Ain’t that the fuckin’ truth.” She sighs and wipes at her eyes. There isn’t anything there, but she feels like there should be. “Do you have anything to drink here?”

[Amy] “Cold beer in the now working fridge. Everything else is at the hotel.”

And there’s the stab of guilt.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Thanks to everything compounding on itself, for once she doesn’t read Amy like an open book. Instead she just sighs. “Fuck. Pot it is, then.”

[Amy] “You got it in here, or do you have to go to the van?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I got it.” She pulls a bag out of her pocket. “I thought, if nothing else, I could give you some so you wouldn’t have to go get your own if you…you know.”

[Amy] “If I wanted to stop thinking?” She gives her a strange smile, pulling out her phone and sending a quick text.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She shakes her head. “If you just wanted me to go.”

[Amy] Her phone goes back in her pocket, and she leans into Sarita again. “You’re stuck with me. Different than before, but still.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] A sigh. Another crack. “Ain’t no bein’ stuck about it. Ain’t no one else I’d rather be stuck with.”

[Amy] “It’s going to happen to you one of these days, you know. It better end up better though.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah, right.” She snorts. “You remember that Fang cop Derek?”

[Amy] “I think so. Kind of blond?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah.” She nods. “That’s who I’m attracting like Spanish fly at the moment.”

[Amy] “So what’s wrong with that? Neither of us are going to wind up with our own tribe.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Have you ever seen a stray fucking puppydog following behind you with the big, pathetic wide-eyed, ‘please take me home with you, p-p-p-p-please’?” She rolls her eyes. “What do you think I would do to someone like that?”

[Amy] “What’s the worst that can happen?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “He’s a police officer, I’m a fucking drug dealer. Just consider that for starters.” She shakes her heads. “He’s sweet, but there is a certain level of pathetic to it and I would want to take a few bottles of valium after I broke him.”

[Amy] She laughs a little “Yeah, but the irony is priceless’

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah, not gonna happen. And what’s worse is that I already gave him the let-down and he hasn’t given up.” She starts to roll a joint. “If he starts stalking me, we may have to have a talk.”

A Poor Attempt At An Intervention

[Amy] She didn’t sleep much, and it shows. Her eyes have dark circles, and her skin has that dull, slightly grey ‘Just spent all night on acid’ cast to it.

“You got anything to smoke?” She steps aside to let her in, this apparently her only form of greeting today.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Both varieties.” She looks like she hasn’t slept either. She slips in, reaching out to brush her sister’s hair back out of her face. She’s tired, she’s sore, and she’s worried, but she still has time for gentleness. She shuts the door. “C”mon, let’s sit.”

[Amy] “Good.” She pulls back when Sarita reaches for her, drifting back into the main room and settling in on the blanket that’s still there from the night everything fell apart.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Her face falls a little and she looks down. She chews on her lower lip, then follows her along to settle across from her. A pack of cigarettes and a bag of weed is settled on the floor between them.

“There you go.” She doesn’t say anything else, glancing around uncomfortably before looking back.

[Amy] “How long were you going to wait until you told me?”

Pleasantries seem to be finished for the day. The cigarettes are ignored in favor of something more reality denting, but she hops up and pads to the kitchen instead of rolling. The beers are still there, warm inside the non functioning fridge, and the five are dangled by the free ring as she moves back to the blanket for her answer.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Until I had a sure idea of the hows and whys. Until I could tell you everything and not have you wonder.”

[Amy] “He’s still just as-” She blinks a couple of times, taking a deep breath and holding it until she’s sure she can speak again. “Why wouldn’t change it. Who told you?”

She pulls off two beers, handing one to Sarita.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “You would have needed to know, Amy. The questions would have kept flying around in your head. Just like I’m sure that they are today.” She takes the beer and sets it down. “I found out from Hunter. He’s…pretty fucked up over it right now, so I didn’t get a lot of clear information from him.”

[Amy] She nods a little. “So yesterday at the fucking bar, when I was all going on about Mates and shit like a dumbass, you already knew.”

It isn’t even phrased as a question, so much as a request for confirmation.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She swallows. “I didn’t know what to do, Amy. I wanted to tell you right then, right there. I didn’t want you to find out like this and I was about ready to beat my own head when I heard you say that.”

[Amy] “But you didn’t. Tell me. I guess that’s why Hunter’s ducking me too, hey? Because I need to be even more fucking abandoned right now?”

A sharp breath is inhaled, and held once again. As it’s let out in a sigh she pops the top of the warm beer, drinking it all down at once.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Sweetie…the last time I saw Hunter, he wasn’t exactly at his most coherent. I followed him around town and made sure he didn’t hurt himself or anyone else, eventually he made it back to the warehouse. I don’t think he’s ducking you, I think he’s trying to process.”

[Amy] “Yeah. Poor Hunter.”

The simmering anger is starting to boil to the surface. She opens another beer, only drinking half of this one on the first go.

“I need to go get my shit from the hotel. No point in Stefan hiding me if it’s all bullshit.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That’s not what I mean, Amy.” She takes a breath, then nods.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll help you get it all. Where are you going to go? Here?”

[Amy] She nods. “Fuck Hunter. If he doesn’t want me here, he can face me and tell me himself.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Okay.” She gives a little nod. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to make this worse for you than it already is.”

[Amy] “Is this just…. I mean, did he just change his fucking mind again, or I was right and they were just testing me or whatever? If they want me to leave him alone, all they have to do is say so.”

Her breath hiccups, and she pulls her knees up to her chest.

Did Lukas find out? He can come back from wherever they’ve got him hiding out. I’ll leave him alone. Fucking call him right now and tell him. I’ll leave him alone, just let him come back.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks like her own heart is breaking, and she moves closer to Amy. She reaches out, tentatively, to see if Amy will pull away and if not, she puts a hand on her sister’s shoulder.

“I wish I could say that he was somewhere hiding, sweetie. I wish I could say that he just left. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

[Amy] “Please? Just fucking call Lukas or Hunter or fucking whoever’s idea this was. I’ll be good. I”ll stay the fuck away from him. They can mate me off to whoever the fuck they want. I’ll behave from now on. Tell them. No more fights or anything.”

She hunches a little, curling herself into her knees.

“Please, Sar. I’m sorry. I’ll be good as fucking gold. Lukas can do whatever he wants with me. He wants me fucking knocked up and in the kitchen? Done. Just make them let him come back.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She moves forward then, wrapping her arms around Amy. “I know, hon. I’m sorry. I wish I could say that. I wish I could just take you to him.”

[Amy] She’s practically vibrating with the effort of holding it all in, too focused to even shrug Sarita off of her now. “He was in Peoria, though. He was coming back.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Something happened between then and here.”

[Amy] “Yeah. He almost got caught by the cops, when he crashed the car. He texted me.”

She knows that it’s bullshit, from her tone, but she’s clawing onto it.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She shakes her head. “I don’t know about the text. But I know that the car crash is when it happened.”

[Amy] “Then who the fuck was texting me?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I don’t know. Like I said, it wasn’t me.”

[Amy] “Fucking Hunter. He knew.” The second half of the beer is finished in one gulp.

“I never should have been at the fucking hotel. I should have been here. He was like, six blocks from here or some shit. If I were here, I could have been there.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “You don’t know that.” She rubs Amy’s back, staying close and leaning against the kinfolk. “I don’t think there’s anything that could have been done differently.”

[Amy] (Brb. Minor sister in law crisis. Have to run over there quick, back in like 15)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Eek…okie.]]

[Amy] [Sorry, back. Her neighbors are dicks, and too stupid to realize that calls into dispatch are traced]

[Amy] “I could have not let him send me back here.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “There’s no way you could have possibly known that something like this would happen. Hell, something may have happened to both of you, or something could have happened to him trying to keep you safe.” She pets Amy’s hair, keeping her voice soothing.

[[Persuasion. Yes, she has it too.]]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 5, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Amy] She barely shrugs a shoulder, finally moving to pull away from her. “I’d rather be dead.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She winces. “He wouldn’t want that. You know that.”

[Amy] Persuasion keeps her from arguing. She shrugs a shoulder, scrambling up suddenly. “I gotta go.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She gets up, moving to follow. “Where?”

[Hunter] It’s about then that Hunter Matthews walks through the door. He doesn’t knock or speak to announce his presence, he just strolls on in. He has an apple in one hand and he takes a loud bite from it when he finds the two Striders about to leave.

Crunch

He chews without speaking, eyes slowly darting back and forth between them. He looks impossible calm. Cold even.

“Sup?”

[Amy] “I just gotta-”

She goes still when she sees Hunter, not even breathing for a minute.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] And that about stops her in her tracks. She looks at Hunter for a long moment, then at Amy. To Hunter. To Amy. And she swallows.

“Um. Hey.”

[Amy] “You son of a bitch.”

[Hunter] There is no expression that crosses his face, he just looks at Amy, completely inhuman in his response.

Then turns around to leave.

[Amy] “No. FUCK no.” Darting forward, she grabs his arm. “Fucking TEXTS, Hunter? Like I’m too fucking stupid to figure out that I wasn’t talking to him?”

[Hunter] She grabs his arm and he just shrugs out of her grip like it’s nothing, turns his head to peer at her with a raised eyebrow.

“I don’t know whatcha’ talkin’ about.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Hunter, wait.” She lets her Gift try to do its work as she speaks, her tone carrying that preternatural conviction, the Gaia-enhanced reason that does its work so well. “Please, stay. You guys…you need to talk. You have to have this out, so it doesn’t destroy you both.”

She looks between them. “No one is the bad person here. You both…you need this. Just…talk. For each other.”

[[Charisma+Empathy]]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 6, 9 (Success x 5 at target 5) [WP]

[Amy] She tugs at his arm, obviously wanting him to stay, but lets go and takes a couple of steps back.

[Hunter] The look he gives Sarita is something like bewildered amusement.

“I don’t need’a talk bout nuthin’. If ya’ got somethin’ ta’ say Amy then say it.” The last part directed at the Kinswoman.

[Amy] Her voice is quiet, and the hurt behind her words bleeds through easily.

“Why wouldn’t you just tell me? Why send me texts and shit like he’s still fine?”

[Hunter] The hurt might bleed through, but it has no effect on the Gnawer. He frowns if anything.

“I ain’t sent ya’ shit.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She moves to give them room to speak. Coincidentally, she moves to take up a position near the door to where she’s in a position to stop someone from leaving if she chooses to, but still. Giving them room.

[[Running away for like 15, 20. BRB!]]

[Amy] “Yeah, okay. Fine.”

Her head shakes and she folds her arms around herself.

[Hunter] He raises an eyebrow at her.

“That it?”

[Amy] “You want a beer?”

[Hunter] “Not really.”

[Amy] “Want to go get something stronger?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She frowns a little, the look more worry than anger or frustration. She takes a lean against the wall, arms folded over her chest. “Might be a good idea,” she says quietly to the idea of them going out and getting a drink. Or anything, really.

[Hunter] “Why?” At first he asks Amy, then swivels to include Sarita. “I got shit ta’ do, I’d rather ya’ just went ahead n’asked or said whatever it is ya’ wanna say.”

[Amy] She looks struck. Her head turns away, arms tightening around herself.

“So that’s it? He’s gone, so we’re done too?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “She’s looking to make sure you guys are still friends, lunkhead.” The insult is gentle, without any malice behind it. “She wants to know that this doesn’t mean that you’re just walking away from her.”

[Hunter] He’s looking at Sarita when Amy begins to speak and though his gaze wanders, he remains facing the Garou. She explains and he doesn’t even do so much as breathe out a sigh.

“She don’t need me, she’s got you’n your pack.”

[Amy] There’s a sharp inhale again, just before she flees to the bedroom.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “She wants you. You’re her friend. That has nothing to do with a pack, and who needs what.”

She frowns now, looking at Amy and then back. “I saw you guys together. You weren’t just hanging out with her because of him. You legitimately liked her as a friend. Don’t turn on that now. She’s hurting and she needs you, and there’s nothing about packs involved there. For Christ’s sake, you showed up first thing to tell me because you were thinking of her. Don’t try to tell me you don’t care now.”

She says it loud enough that Amy can hear it, even through the bedroom door if it shuts.

[Hunter] He stares at her for a long moment, breathes out once, twice, eyes narrowing. “Do ya’ really think your Sister needs ta’ talk to me right now? More’n talkin’ ta’ you?”

His head tilts, jaw clenching within the break of speech.

“I’m not okay to talk ta’ her. I could hurt her. How am I gonna make anythin’ better? She needs family, she needs you. She needs the truth.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She steps forward, lowering her voice a bit. “I know you’re not okay right now. What but she needs right is for her to know that you’re not just dropping her. She’s lost almost everything in nothing flat, Hunter. She needs to know that, even if you’re not good to talk to her right now, that she hasn’t lost you too. You’re the closest thing she has left to her old Sept that she just found out is dead to a man. Right now, you’re hurting her as badly as you ever could by flipping out and rending her.”

She pauses. “She knows he’s dead. I may have made a mistake by hiding his death from her, and she may never trust me again for that, but she sure as hell doesn’t need to know that he became something you had to put down. I want her to remember him as the man she loved. You knew that person, and you loved him too. He was your brother, and he was her love. And you are her friend.”

A sigh. “I appreciate that you don’t want to hurt her. That tells me you care. If you can’t talk to her now, just…please, go in there and tell her you’re not going to abandon her, and that you’ll be there for each other when you can. Please?”

[[More convincing attempts! Man+Emp and burning WP like an arsonist!]]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 5, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 5 at target 5) [WP]

[Hunter] “I gotta go home, Joey is wait’n for me.” He frowns, looks Sarita in the eye with an unfaltering gaze. “You tell her, I can’t.”

And moves to step past her.

[Amy] She comes out of the bedroom finally, not looking at either of them as she heads for the door without a word.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Okay guys, I apologize but I need to go, I should have left for TT 15 – 20 minutes ago. You guys please figure out what happens from here, and just lemme know if Amy gets herself killed. Sarita will follow Amy if she leaves and Hunter lets her go, but we can figure out how it works from there. Sorry to both of you, I didn’t mean to try and force this scene and make things worse.]]

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