He Clears The Air…Kinda

[Leon Davenport] It was friday evening, a night to go out and have fun. Instead, he had called a meeting he dreaded going to. He had been given the loft’s adress when he had contacted Lukas and drove the black Lexus there. He stepped out and made his way inside. The tall, athletic blond man was dressed in a dark suit, with a blue shirt and no tie.

He was greeted by lucille and lead to Lukas’s location. He was nervous, ucomfortable and partly afraid of how things will turn out. He had no real hope it’ll go well ofr him, but sometimes things had to be said and done no matter how hard they were.

He stopped, looking serious, offering a small bow to the Shadow Lord when he was in his presence “Good evening Rhya, thank you for seeing me” He says in a polite tone

[Wyrmbreaker] Might not help that there’s thunder in the sky tonight. A sudden and humid warmth in the air, almost oppressive in its abruptness and in the contrast to month upon month of ice and snow. Even now, driving up to the Loft, rain patters against Leon’s windshield. Leaves the shoulders of his suit faintly damp as he enters Katherine’s home; is shown upstairs by Katherine’s maid.

Lukas is in the rumpus room, feet bare. No restaurant service for him. He has a weapon in hand that no one in this Sept has ever seen him use in combat, and no one outside of his pack has ever seen him use, period. It’s a longsword: the cross and pommel unadorned, the blade long and gleaming-dark, indicative of carbon content in the steel. It looks old, but it’s not an heirloom. Not judging by the way he uses it, slamming it through quick straight cuts, blindingly fast.

Leon comes into sight and Lukas comes to a stop. He’s casually dressed – a plain white t-shirt, grey drawstring pants, swordbelt crossing his wide chest. He sheathes the sword over his shoulder, grabbing up a towel to blot sweat off his brow, the back of his neck. “No problem,” he says, gesturing Leon toward the cluster of couches and beanbag chairs near the entertainment center. “Thanks for coming out to the Loft.

“What’s going on?”

[Danicka] Lukas’s iPhone, lying — perhaps — on top of an end table where he left it, chimes. Or buzzes. And a picture of a rather lovely blonde woman, smiling good-naturedly (patiently) at the camera appears on the screen with big friendly letters: Danicka

[Leon Davenport] He watched Lukas handling a weapon. Great, jst great. Well this is the night I die it seem, he thinks sourly to himself. Well there’s no time like the present for it no? He took a deep breath “I have three things I need to talk with you about. Some not really..enjoyable for me.”

He walk and sit on the couch. He was nervous and tried notto show it. He was here to do the honorable thing after all, and also do things properly. Too bad ofr him, the honorable thing will probably put him in more trouble and then the proper thing will be denied. He knew it but will go through the motions anyway.

“The first thing I wanted to talk to you about was your impression of your tribesmate Nathalie. A kin of my tribe is living with her. Nathalie gave me a good impression, if too eager when I met with her. I jsut wanted to know if you think it’s safe for my kin to hang with her”

Ok, first subject on the way. The most innocent one too.

[Wyrmbreaker] Quick, a faint frown sketches it way across Lukas’s brow. “Nathalie generally means well,” he says, “but her rage sometimes exceeds her control, and her better intentions sometimes lead to worse ends. She’s sworn to do better. If nothing else, I believe she’ll try, and Shadow Lords don’t often make futile attempts. But in the end it’s your call, and you’ll have to make it based on your best judgment. As far as I can tell, you’re the one standing for the Walker kin now.”

His phone goes off. Lukas turns his head unhurriedly, then reaches over to pick it up. “I have to get this. Can you give me one minute?” He slides the accept button, raises the phone to his ear. “Ahoj, lásko. I’m at the Loft meeting with Leon right now.”

[Leon Davenport] He considered Lukas words about Nathalie. Well that was interesting. Seem liek Mickey went from the frying pan into the fire. He’ll have to talk to her about that. Then again, he’s not the one the kin wants to bed, so she mgiht ignore his warning and stay with the Shadow Lord anyway.

He nodded to Lukas “Thank you Rhya, I wanted the opinion of someone who knew her some. I’ll decide what I’ll do about it”

HLukas’s phone rang and Leon watched the Adren pick it up. He nodded to him when he asked for a minute and looked around. His pericing blue eyes looked at the room, not sure if he was grateful for the interruption or not. Part of him want this to be over as quickly as possible. The other part, wants to get the hell out and move ot Hawaaii

[Wyrmbreaker] Whatever the response is, it gets a brief smile out of Wyrmbreaker. Brief, but it’s genuine. Warm. And not an expression one sees often on his face; not quite the same way he smiles at a friend, or a packmate.

“Sounds good,” he says. “See you.”

After she hangs up, he does as well, locking the screen on his phone and setting it back face-down on the endtable. He turns his attention back to Leon, his expression expectant.

[Leon Davenport] He exhale slowly when Lukas’s attention came back to him. Here goes nothing “I have something I want to ask you, but first I need to tell you something that happened in february, something that was settled but keep popping out. So before you hear about it from someone else, if you haven’t already and because I well I need your approval and don’t feel I’d be worthy of it if I hide something like that”

He paused, what he has to say doesn’t seem like it will come out easilly “When I arrived in Chicago, late january, I met Amunet, Sarita’s sister. We started seeing each other, with her sister’s silent consent. It didn’t go very smoothly and after quite a few incidents, that i won’t mention unless you really need me to, I frenzied briefly on her and hit her quite hard, in Crinos. She got a commotion and broken wrist from that blow”

it was hard for him to confess, and his shame was apparent in his face. “I talked to Sarita after the incident, to apologize and set things right. Later, she had a talk with my Alpha to set conditions for me. Maybe our inital agreement wasn’t enough or maybe I was wrong and only thought weagreed. Anyway, they came with three conditions that I”ve been following: No contact with Amunet, no pursuing kin from another tribe without that kin’s Elder’s consent and take anger management lessons with a Philodox”

“He tilt his head “I don’t agree particularly with the last one but I’ll do it. I messed up and will take my responsabilities. I was hoping I could talk to Honor’s Compass about it. I think it would please Sarita if somone she trust and respect was supervising those lessons.

I’m not proud of what I did, and still feel the guilt for my actions. I have learned that, despites the saying anything worth having is hard, well sometime you just have to let go.”

He look at Lukas “So there you have it. This is what I needed to confess before getting to the other reason for this meeting”

[Wyrmbreaker] “I’ve heard about it,” Lukas says simply. “I’ve heard about why you lost your temper, and to be frank, I’m surprised you didn’t mention that yourself. It’s a mitigating circumstance, if nothing else.

“I have some questions, though. First: ‘silent consent’ — does that mean you asked her and she didn’t say no? Or that she found out otherwise and didn’t stop you? Second: you frenzied and hit her? Or you bit back a frenzy before it took hold and hit her? When we descend into frenzy, Leon, we use tooth and claw.”

[Leon Davenport] He seem to relax a little. The weight was off his shoulders and Lukas already knew. Now the hardest would be coming, once the hitting Amy subject was over. “I could hav talked about those circumstances but in the end. I made a mistake. I should have walked away sooner instead of waiting till I snap”

He paused before answering Lukas’s questions

“Silent consent is that we didn’t hide from her. She was with us the first night Amy decided to sleep with me. Ishould have asked her directly I guess, but he knew where Amy and I were gonig and didn’t say anything. Then on the next few days, we hanged the three of us. She neversaid no. So considered that she wasn’t against it. We laso had a few talks about what was happening between me and her sister. She gave some advises and all. To me, it meant that she accepted what was happening”

Another pause as he consider Lukas’s question “Did I frenzy? I odn’t know for sure. I mean I know I saw red, my brain shut down for a while, almsot liek a black out. I found myself towering over Amunet sprawling on the floor with parts of a broken bed in hands, ready to stab her. I stopped there, shifted back to homid and left. Maybe I jsut lost it in a purely human way, or had some kind of flash frenzy. I did care for her, maybe that stopped me fron killing her. Though Iheard about other frezying and once it was over, they had killed loved ones.

I wish I could tell you with certainity. I know I went nuts, lost control and got it back at the last moment”

[Wyrmbreaker] Totemphone!

Sarita, Leon says you gave implicit acceptance of his relationship with your sister before he blew it. He also says after he hit Amy, you and he settled it on the condition that he stays away from Amy, asks tribal alphas before pursuing another tribe’s kin, and learns to control himself from a Philodox. He says on those conditions, the two of you put the matter to rest. Is that true?
to Katherine Bellamonte, Danicka, Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] A pause. Like, a couple of beats of dumbfounded pause.

Oh, you gotta be shitting me. Honestly, no that’s not accurate. The first part is true. I let them see each other. The second part is true with several details changed. The first time we talked over it, he threw two grand at me like that was gonna cover shit. At the time I was more worried about my sister who was acting like an abused house wife and we had a shattered bed that he almost stabbed her with as well as medical bills, so I used it to pay for those. Later, after I talked to Sinclair I realized that I wasn’t looking out for those other kin he might be around, so I talked with Matthieu. He and I came to that arrangement, yes. I don’t think he’s completely met it, since it’s been a month and he’s made no attempt to contact any Philodoxes, but yeah. I’ve still held up my end.”
to Danicka, Wyrmbreaker, Katherine Bellamonte

[Wyrmbreaker] There’s a pause on Lukas’s end too, so long that Leon might wonder if the Lord had somehow gotten ahold of a philodox’s gift for seeing truth through lies. It’s not that, though. It’s something at once simpler and more complex: astuteness, intelligence. Thought.

And connection.

“If you want to put this behind you,” he says finally, “then you need to own up to your faults and rise above them.

“It’s true that you came to me; you told me what had happened. You didn’t necessarily have to. This matter was settled, and even if it wasn’t — I’m not a Philodox. But there’s a defensiveness about the way you’re telling me that makes me think this isn’t just a fit of conscience. You spin the story to make yourself look better. Less guilty. More victimized. You didn’t tell me that Amunet cheated on you and that’s why you lost your temper, true. But nor did you tell me you tried to buy Sarita’s silence first, and only later, at her insistence, went to the mediation of Matthieu. You imply that because Sarita never protested, you didn’t need to seek her permission in the first place. You quibble over whether or not you actually frenzied, when — let’s be honest, Leon — if you had, Amunet would be dead.

“Now, you keep alluding to a third reason you came here tonight. That makes me think the reason you came to me at all, confessed at all, is an attempt to look good so you can ask me for something. And I’ll tell you this. The appearance of honor isn’t going to cut it. If you want me to think you honorable enough to trust, you need to show me genuine remorse. And you need to show genuine reformation in your actions.

“Whether or not Sarita protested, it was your duty to go to her as Amy’s guardian. To tell her of your intentions, and to fulfill whatever condition she asked of you. That burden is on you, the suitor, not her, the warder.

“Whether or not you were angry with Amunet, you didn’t lose it entirely. If you did, she’d be dead. You had the presence of mind not to rip her apart. You chose, on some level, to go to warform and hit a kinswoman.

“Whether or not she deserved punishment for what she did, you should have sought the price from another Garou. The other one in her bed, or the one that warded her. It’s dishonorable to take that price out on a kin.

“Whether or not you agree with this … anger management deal, you made it, and you must abide by it. You must pay that debt.

“And you need to own up to all your other faults. So long as you slink about defending your actions and your wrongdoings, you’ll never leave them behind completely. The only way to restore your honor is to stand up and say, yes. I fucked up. I courted a kin without permission. I took a bloodprice out on her when she was disloyal to me. I tried to buy off her warder. I haven’t paid my dues fully. I know it. I won’t do it again, and I’ll prove it starting today. Starting this moment.

“When you can do all that, you’ll start winning back your honor. Until then, the deeper you bury this, the more it’ll rot and stink.”


“Now, what was your request?”

[Danicka] A little while later — she must have already been in her car driving around when she called — Danicka’s Infinity pulls up to the Loft. It’s been a long time since she’s been here. She didn’t come for Katherine’s celebratory party. She’s been here to pick up or drop off Gabriella after spending an evening contributing to the deliquency of a minor. She’s been here to meet with Katherine about maybe doing the exact opposite of contributing to the delinquency of that particular minor.

Truth be told, she has little knowledge whatsoever of what became of Gabriella. And truth be told — it tells you a great deal of what sort of woman she is — Danicka has never cared enough to ask.

The Infiniti parks, and Danicka gets out, wearing a pair of sheer black stockings with a flocked pattern of widely latticed ribbons creating diamonds of sheer within bands of velvet black. Her feet are slipped into patent black heels with electric blue soles, but the color of Shadow Lords ends there. Her dress is a lighter blue than the undersides of those heels, a rather shiny wiggle dress straight out of the 60s that ends just below her knee and is cinched about her waist with a silver belt. There’s a silver bracelet around her left wrist, a white gold ring around her third left finger, and a thin chain around her neck that might be white gold, might be something even more fine, ending in a small pendant that rests atop the shiny blue dress. It’s simple, really, a diamond set within an infinity knot.

She strides to the front door, is allowed in by Lucille, and soon enough her heels can be heard tapping quietly on the floorboards as she makes her way towards Lukas’s voice.

[Wyrmbreaker] [wait! um. reword: “But nor did you tell me you tried to buy Sarita’s silence first, and only later, at her insistence, agreed to the present terms.”]

[Wyrmbreaker] [i am too lazy to transcribe that into totemspeak but you can all assume Lukas gives an abridged version of what-all is going on across the totemlink!]
to Katherine Bellamonte, Danicka, Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Leon Davenport] He blinked. Ok..not exactly what he was aiming there. He frowned slightly but stayed silent for a long time.”

“I didn’t come here because of the third reason. It just happened to be timed well with the decision to come to you. You may or may not believe it. It’s fine.” He say and shook his head

“I could probably argue all night about what you told me. The gist of it is true. And I”m willing to own up to what I did. But a lot of what you know might be incomplete. And that’s not the point. I didn’t come here to blame Sarita, or Amy or myself. I just wanted you to know what happened.”

His piercing blue eyes looked at lukas “As ofr the third reason, your words told me your answer. I pretended, I ‘haven’t paid my price, so no matter what Isay, until I’ve done so, t’s not even worth wasting your time and ask it”

He had a feeling Sarita gave him her version of events over the totem phone. It didn’t matter. “I’m sorry I took so much of your time Rhya” He said, getting up

[Wyrmbreaker] “Ask me anyway,” Lukas says, “so I know what it is you want.”

[Leon Davenport] He stop in his movement and sat back. He took a few breaths “I wanted to ask your permission about seeing one of your kin, Luana Kirchmann. Not claiming her or anythign like htat. Just the right to spend time with her, talk to her and see where things will lead.

I met her around the time I met Amunet. We spent some time together, and learned only recently that she was kin to your tribe. We had a falling out for some time but things are better. She knows about everything I told you. So I was wondering if I could be allowed to be in her presence. ”

He say, politly. He hand his hands on his knees and tried to look relaxed. But he knew Lukas’s next words will probably hurt. He cared for Luana, more than he did for almost everything else. He knew that being denied the right ot be around her will kill him. He expected both..the refusal and the death.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] They can feel it. That self-control…holding back and trying not to say anything. She clearly wants to but she doesn’t want to sound like the defensive woman who’s sister got hurt and now is just lashing out.

The resolve doesn’t hold, and it bursts out of her mind like water out of a dam that’s been blown up in some James Bond film. “Oh MY GOD he’s so full of shit about just wanting to let you know! He and Matthieu both were both specific about keeping you two out of the loop.” Meaning Lukas and Katherine. “I’ll bet you a gajillion dollars that he’s pissed because I saw Gina playing footsie with his knee at the Kin-Elder meeting, and I told Matthieu that if Matt was going to court Gina that it was his responsibility to keep my kin away from Leon, Gina included. I may be letting the matter rest, but I’m still not cool with any of my kin being in his presence unless there’s someone around to keep them safe. Stupid cockpunching shitribbon cumdrizzling little fuckstain of…” This goes on for a few moments before she drifts off
to Katherine Bellamonte, Danicka, Wyrmbreaker

[Katherine Bellamonte] From Katherine — where was she, anyway, they have the impression of a car, flashing scenery of Chicago at night somewhere nearby — Wait, what? Matthieu said he wished to deliberately keep me from knowing about this matter? Why? I am a Half Moon, if anyone, I should be the very sort he is seeking out.]
to Danicka, Sarita Ecos de la Risa, Wyrmbreaker

[Sinclair] It’s Sinclair’s voice now, for the first time in this conversation. Sarita… hon, I love you. But you’ve gotta calm down a little here. I don’t like Leon either. I was wary of leaving Chicago because he seemed kinda keen on representing the tribe if I wasn’t going to. But take some deep breaths, trust Lukáš — funny, how she pronounces his name correctly in her head, at least, — to handle it, and accept that however this ends up, you probably won’t be perfectly satisfied.

That said… Lukáš, I don’t trust Leon any more than Sarita does, to be honest. Just… be wary. He seems like the always-the-hero-or-victim-never-the-villain type you’re always referencing.
to Katherine Bellamonte, Sarita Ecos de la Risa, Wyrmbreaker

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Okay, sorry…I’m pissed, that wasn’t spoken well. I’m breathing now. Leon wanted to keep you out of the loop Kate…Matthieu just was specific about Lukas since it was ‘none of his business’ and wanted it resolved privately without being known Sept-wide and hurting the reputation of his pack and their purpose of working with humans and dealing with kinfolk.
to Katherine Bellamonte, Danicka, Wyrmbreaker

[Wyrmbreaker] Not that I’d put it so bluntly, but the Fang is more or less right about me. It wasn’t my business. I’m not his tribal elder, nor hers. I’m not a Philodox. The only reason it is my business now is because he wants one of my kin, and if nothing else he at least had the balls — or at least the cunning — to tell me before he asked.

As for you, Kate, it might feel like he’s gone over your head. But if he and Sarita worked it out to their satisfaction, there’s no reason it had to go to a Philodox, either. If he’s not keeping up his end of the bargain, though, that’s another matter.

As for how I’m handling the situation here, on hand, between Leon and my kin — truth is even if he hadn’t slammed a kin around I’d be hesitant to approve this little courtship. Kin aren’t tagalongs in the Tribe. Their spirits are tied to the totem. You take a kin out of the tribe, it’s as much a theft as taking a cub.
to Katherine Bellamonte, Danicka, Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Wyrmbreaker] “No.”

Expected or not, that answer – quietly spoken as it is – must sting. And there’s that in Lukas’s eyes, at least: a sort of sympathy.

“And I’ll tell you why. It’s not just your past behavior with Amunet, though that doesn’t help. It’s not that you’ve yet to fulfill your terms with Sarita. Even if none of that were true, I would still deny you.

“Kin are every bit a part of the Tribe as Garou, Leon. I realize ancestry and roots matter less to a Glass Walker, but even your tribe still has a Homeland where the spirits of your Tribe go after death. For my tribe — we may not measure a Garou’s worth by the worth of his ancestors, but we care about our family. Our blood. Some of our lineages go back to the very beginning. My line goes back hundreds, thousands of years; farther. All Shadow Lords. All my forefathers, my friends from other lives, my brothers and sisters from ages past — waiting for me in the Homelands when I die. I can’t tell you what comfort that brings me, knowing that I will die, and sooner rather than later. Knowing that when I do die, I can wait there, in the Homelands, for my own mate to come to me.

“Luana has her heritage too. She may not even know it in this life, but when she dies her spirit will remember. If you mate with her, the spirits will recognize her as a Glass Walker. When she dies, her spirit goes to Cockroach. All her children’s spirits, too. They lose the friends and lovers and family of a thousand lifetimes before. They are alone, separate, cut loose from their history.

“Even were she to somehow remain a Shadow Lord in spirit, the outcome is inevitably heartbreaking. When you die, you go to Cockroach. When she dies, she goes to Thunder. Your spirits remain apart with only the dimmest hope of finding each other on Gaia’s face again in your next lives.

“You’re not committed to this yet, Leon. You’ve spent some time together, that’s all. So I’m saying to you: leave off. This isn’t about ownership or possession of our respective kin. This is about mercy and the price you’ll pay — you and Luana both. Find yourself a mate from amongst your own tribe. Don’t take my kin from her people, and don’t doom yourself to losing her.”

[Danicka] my own mate to come to me

Lukas is saying, as Danicka is standing in the doorway to the room they’re in, her footsteps silenced now, her lean body leaning against the wall. She’s quite the vision, isn’t she? Leon can breathe her scent in. She doesn’t wear perfume. She smells soft. Clean.

But most of all she smells warm. Like… home. Like cubs resting nearby, like a full belly, like the security of hearth and pack all gathered close together. She smells, perhaps most intoxicatingly, like fertility. Verdant earth, crops ready for harvest, one’s female growing swollen with your litter. It’s a little distracting, but only so much as any kinfolk’s breeding is distracting. And it depends on the wolf.

She’s heard him talk about this before. The Homelands. What she once thought was a lie. She breathes quietly as she listens, standing in the periphery.

[Leon Davenport] His face is unreadable, cold, drained of all emotions. He almsot snorted but didn’t. Kin of his tribe. So far in this city, he had met one who seem to enjoy women…Shadow Lord Ahroun female at that, the other one was a high class escort no matter how she wanted to paint it. Yeah, kin form hsi tribe. Not likely. No kin ever it seem.

He got up “Thank you for youre time Rhya. And maybe oyu should have this talk with Nathalie since she is trying to have a relatioship with a female kin of mine. I’ll certainly talk to my kin.”

He nodded to him “Have a good night”

He doesn’t mention Sarita’s conditions. They aren’t worth shit to him anymore. Not seeing Amy, fine, no courtin kin of another tribe…fuck that, happening anymore it seem. He lsot the one person who could soothe his rage. He had no intentetion of wasting his time with someone else. Anger management? Well if she cross his path again, he’ll mamange his anger in the bloodiest way possible.

His blue eyes found Danicka “Good night” He simply tell the kin.

He walked away. Not looking back, heading toward the exit

[Leon Davenport] (*not happening anymore..)

[Wyrmbreaker] Levelly, “It’s Nathalie’s responsibility to go to you if she’s courting your kin. She should know that, but I’ll inform her. It’s your right to accept or deny her. If she doesn’t bide by your decision, let me and/or the Philodox Elder know.”

Leon turns to go. Lukas watches him for a moment, thoughtful. Then he descends the stairs, out of sight, and Lukas shifts his attention to Danicka.

She heard a lot of that. The last part, at least. He doesn’t have to explain why he crosses the room to her — smelling of exercise, war, sweat — and wraps her in his arms, bending his nose to her hair.

“Hi,” he says quietly. He sounds a little sad.

Big-Ass Meeting From Hell

[Balance Without Fault] [folks, clarification — sorry if this shuts anyone out, but of the Garou, only Tribal and Auspice alphas are invited. of the kin, everyone can come.]

[Balance Without Fault] Unsurprisingly, the Brotherhood of Thieves is the venue for tonight’s meeting. The restaurant has been closed, the front door locked and hung with a PRIVATE PARTY sign. The tables and chairs have been rearranged into a large circle.

Balance Without Fault enters alone, unaccompanied by his packmate or the Warder. In true Glass Walker fashion, he’s in suit and tie; he looks crisp and sharp, and it’s just a little jarring to see him like this. So normal, like a trader from the Chicago Stock Exchange coming for an after-work drink.

He takes one of the two wingback chairs. The other is immediately cleared away. That says something about how much this is or isn’t a casual discussion where rank does not factor in. Hint: it isn’t. He confers quietly with Jenny for a moment, then, who leaves the room and soon returns with … a magic eight-ball, of all things.

Those nearby can hear her ask, “Will this do?” They can see Balance Without Fault’s mouth quirk into an amused smile as he accepts it.

“Perfect,” he says.

And then he claps his hands together, three time, calling for attention.

“Welcome, everyone. Thanks for coming. Here are the rules tonight: one speaker at a time. He or she who holds the magic eight ball,” and he holds this aloft, “speaks. No one else.

“Keep a respectful tone, particularly to those of greater rank. For those of equal rank, the Auspice Council holds precedence over the Tribal Alphas. For kin, those with renown hold precedence over those without.

“In case of dispute, we will not go to challenges because of the mixed crowd. A Philodox will be called upon to mediate. If mediation fails, I am the final arbiter.

“Anyone violating these rules once will be given one warning, and one only. After that, you’re out of the meeting, and your viewpoint will be disregarded. The staff has kindly set up refreshments in the kitchen. If you feel yourself getting hot under the collar, go get a drink and come back when you’re calmer.

“Now — settle in, everyone. The meeting will formally begin in,” a glance at his wristwatch, “five minutes.”

[okay folks, go ahead and post in if you want to! otherwise we’ll just assume you’re here. BwF will open the floor shortly!]

[Balance Without Fault] [erp, change that to read: “After that, you’re out of the meeting, your viewpoint will be disregarded, and appropriate judgment will be rendered.”]

[Jackson Montgomery] [[Not posting in]]

[August Grant] August had arrived early. She wanted a good seat. By some reason – she thought that this might end up turning into a good show – and she wanted to be in the front row.

The Coggie kinfolk had dressed up for this evening. She wore a soft pink colored sweater with a V-neck, a pair of skinny jeans and dark brown heeled boots. She no longer attempted to hide her belly which was beginning to swell. There was no point any longer. And, against one shoulder, her little one, Ella, slept peacefully. {Who was gonna watch the kid afterall, all the kinfolk were here!}

She really had no intention of saying anything – she was just here to listen. And maybe eye a certain young man who she kinda had a crush on.

[Leon Davenport] Leon arrived at the meeting, not entirely sure if he should be there but being there nonetheless. He had annonced that he was gonig to take the Glass Walkers kin under his protection and no one challenged him. So, guess it means he was the tribe’s Elder in some way. If not, well Balance Without Fault will kick him out. Better to presume tonight than miss honoring your duties.

He was dressed nicely, in a dark, striped suit with a blue shirt and tie. He walked in, looking around, bowing slightly to BWF and Lukas, nodding to to Gina and Jackson, mostly ignoring the rest. Either he didn’t know them or..didn’t care to acknowledge them.

[Rain McKellar] August had company in the early arrivals. Another Unicorn, this one with dark hair and no babe in arms. The songbird is bereft of her usual company, no dark case at her side, no voice to share with the others. She’s wearing her best, dark jeans and a neatly pressed white button down. Though her warmth could be infectious, could spread to fill a room even this wide and this full of faces, Rain kept that charisma and that smile and that presence quiet tonight. She takes her seat with her Tribe, folds her hands in her lap, and watches the others filter in and settle themselves.

[Joey] [I won’t be posting Quinn in unless she has something to say, but she’s there!]

[Balance Without Fault] As soon as Balance lays eyes on August’s baby, he beckons Jenny over. The Fianna kinswoman bends as the Grand Elder lifts his chin, speaking directly to her ear. After a moment she nods, walks across the floor, and offers August an apologetic smile.

“Miss, the Grand Elder wanted me to take your baby upstairs for a few hours. There’s a lotta Rage in here and we don’t want your little one havin’ nightmares. I’ll leave her with Reuben; she’ll be in good hands.”

[Izzy Montoya] Unsurprisingly, it’s the goddamn Brotherhood Of motherfucking Thieves where they decide to have this little powwow. Izzy can count the number of times she’s willingly set foot in this establishment since her imprisonment here on one hand. Hell, on two fingers if she counts this time, though it’s not exactly willingness that has her here. It might be considered curiosity, but more likely it’s a simple thing:

Kora asked. Izzy came.

It says something, that. She’s a respect for The Jarl, (Not her[i] jarl, [i]the jarl. A minute difference that means something to Izzy alone), for the Last Watch. She’s dressed as she always is – business casual, with her weapon a bulge at the small of her back under her blazer, her hair down, her expression… well. Expressionless, other than a slight jump of the muscle at the hinge of her jaw, where she clenches her teeth together briefly, sets her jaw, lifts her chin and enters.

And gets a drink. No way is she sitting through this stone cold sober. No fucking way.

[Hunter] Hunter Matthews stalks through the door with his pack-mate and a certain bone-gnawer kin while everyone is still milling around. Seats are taken, Hunter remains silent.

[Balance Without Fault] [folks, it was pointed out to me that kieran was the only uktena in town, and ergo the default uktena alpha. if anyone has him in AIM, call him back in!]

[Gina McClaren] *Gina’d come home late, but that hadn’t stopped the pikey from being in the kitchen and underfoot since early morning. The more time she spent at Jenny’s elbow, the more likely it was the saintly blonde would let slip the secrets to her cranberry oat-muffins. As folks file in the Strider pickpocket finally emerges from the kitchen, long hair bound in a messy loop off her neck, floury hand marks on the dull black of her skirt, tank top askew, a smudge of icing sugar across a caramel shoulder. She hops up on a stool near the back, as far removed from those of her tribe as she can get. God knew her voice would carry if she had anything to say in earnest. Those she knows get nods of recognition, and a worn smile.*

[Carter Roth] Carter is present, but he remains close to the exit his hands deep within his pockets and his eyes wary and mistrustful, he didnt know what this was all about and he didnt like it one bit.

But he was here, as a test of himself and a test of the garou, to see what they were up to. He couldn’t very well pass up that now could he.

[Carter is here, but I may not be going to be on and off]

[Rosie] The certain Bone Gnawer kinfolk finds a seat near or by or somewhere in the vicinity of Hunter. She sits: quiet and unobtrusive.

[Amunet Knezevic] Amunet made her way in quietly, several minutes before the meeting was to start. She’s in her own jacket, and the iPad has been left at the condo. She remembers very few times in her life when she has been this nervous. When so much has been riding on a single night.

Moving to the far side of the room, she finds a spot where she can watch the comings and goings, back against the wall to protect herself from surprises. Her eyes flicker around the room as it populates, but the only one they rest on more than a second or two is her sister.

[Holden] A grizzly bearded Fenrir takes a seat out of the way, he doesn’t suppose he will have much to say so the distance does him well.

[August Grant] Oh good! Someone to watch the baby! August likes Jenny – afterall, they spent a lot of time hanging out in the kitchen when August lived here..

The young woman gives Jenny a smile. “Of course.. I didn’t have anyone else to watch her.. Thank you. Tell Reuben she might be hungry..” Ella gets a kiss on the side of her head and the baby is lifted from her arms and offered out to the kin.. a moment later, the diaper bag is also offered out.

[Starla Navarro] There is a painted Unicorn that has joined the others, Starla following on Rain’s heels easily, ducking her head down as she finds a seat next to her tribe mate. Dark head lifting to look around, skirting her eyes across the room at the faces that were familiar and not; the freckles dance across the bridge of her nose and her left cheek. She tucks her hands in her lap, leaning to the side to nudge Rain’s shoulder with her own.

[Kyle] (Not going to post for Kyle unless he has something to say or someone asks him questions other wise he’s just doing his usual watch and listen routine 🙂 )

[Bridget Geroux] The Canadian Fianna kinfolk finds herself at this gathering in her usual state of confusion. She doesn’t look quite like she knows what’s going on. However, she doesn’t appear to be under the influence of anything. She wears a simple black maxi dress, gathered at the waist by a beat-up leather belt, a hunter green jacket covering her bare shoulders, and of course her combat boots.

Bridget finds a place to sit where she can stretch her legs: she knows she’ll probably want to fidget if the Rage gets a bit much. She also wisely follows Izzy’s lead by getting herself a small glass of whiskey. She returns and smiles at the few here she recognizes and is on good terms with: Hunter, Gina, Kyle, Sarita. The Fianna kinswoman does her best to control the feral urges to move around while surrounded by so much Rage.

[Kora] A cool spring evening; spring already, light lingering in the west far longer than she had remembered. The heavily pregnant Fenrir – eight months, perhaps more? – pushes past the private party signs, into the familiar restaurant interior. Her hair is twisted into a loose braid, strands pulled free by the wind. Kora is slower than she was; careful of her body. She walks with her shoulders pulled further back to balance the weight of her stomach. Which is all the more evident when she strips off her winter coat and sets it aside on a coat tree, wrapping a hand-knitted scarf around it in a winding pattern.

She finds her way among her kin, but does not take a seat. Instead, she remains standing at their back, her feet shoulder-width apart, her arms crossed – below her breasts, above the swell of her stomach. There is an expectant tension in her spine and shoulders, and a firm set to her jaw.

[Derek Anderson] Derek came in, dressed in pants and sweater, his kind blue eyes looking around. He bowed respectfully to Balance Without Fault, did the same for Lukas and walked around, greeting those he knew a little with a nod: Hunter, Amunet, Gina, Matthieu and Jackson when the last two arrive.

He nodded and smiled slightly at Sarita when he see her. Izzy received a grin when he pass her by “Hello Detective”

His attention then was on August and Rain, offering htem a warm smile and walking to them “Good evening ladies, I hope you’re doing well”

[Danicka Musil] [I’m totally making Damon post Danicka in with Lukas. I’m in the middle of eating. :p ]

[Wyrmbreaker] Punctual, Lukas arrives moments before Balance lays down the protocol for the meeting. And not in his own car but in Danicka’s, riding shotgun while scarfing down the last of whatever dinner they went out to. Looks like lamb-stuffed cabbage.

Getting out, anyone looking out the windows can see him stepping out of her car, buttoning his overcoat against the wind. He moves ahead to get the door; she laughs, running a few steps after him, which makes him turn around, which gives her the opportunity to lean up and wipe a dab of tomato-based sauce from his cheek. And kiss him.

Public displays of affection out of his system, Wyrmbreaker is somber and dignified, walking in the door. He sees that his wingback chair is taken, the other cleared away. He goes to sit by the bar instead, where Danny hovers with a nervous grin.

“No drinks here tonight, Mr. Wyrmbreaker. Grand Elder says all the food and alcoholic drink is to be served in the kitchen. Nothing but ice water here.”

Lukas huffs a laugh under his breath. “Not a problem, Danny.” He takes a seat on a barstool, shifting one a little closer for Danicka.

[Matthieu] Matthieu arrives on time, even a little early. Ever the peacock the lovely Silver Fang arrives just in time to display the finely crafted suit that he has doubtless poured six months of your average man’s salary into getting each and every thread just right. His entrance was as much a display of his tribes divine right as it was a display of his own natural beauty. Not only was he the representative of his Auspice on the council now but he also stood as Alpha of Harrier’s grace. He was a living representative not only of his tribe but his house as well. Ever regal and dignified. His skin was smooth and pale and his hair looked as if it had been kissed by the golden rays of the sun itself. Falcon’s child carried with him the legacy of a house, and the history and hopes of an entire nation.

He listened to Balances without Fault and nods in agreement with the rules. He was here to listen, and to speak when it was needed. Tradition would be the focus of his reasons for being here. Support of tradition and remembrance of ancient ways. His blood ran hot with the memories of a past tens of thousands of years old. A creature of the modern world and yet still firmly grounded in the wisdom of eras ling since passed.

He keeps his eyes forward most of the time. However, when he is finally seated his eyes do drift somewhere to the back. His eyes drawing in to focus on the Strider kin hiding in the back. Pausing to give his own acknowledgement of her presence. His eyes take the time to wander, perhaps linger, and the act brings a slight smile to his lips a smile which might or might not be shared by the both of them. None the less… His eyes were hard pressed to pull themselves away, and in fact he didn’t see any reason to draw them away until the meeting officially started.

[Joey] Joey enters with Hunter and his kinswoman, but once they’re through the door departs their company to sit closer to the rest of the auspice council. A smile is offered to those she recognizes, dim compared to what it used to be, an upward nod to Balance Without Fault, and Lukas.

Once she’s settled, she seeks out Hunter, meets his gaze, and grins.

[Kieran Mondblume] *He looks a little bit intimidated, all things considered, as he walks into the meeting. He finds a place to sit. His shirt is a lovely shade of light purple; his jeans are black. His flip-flops, a lovely shade of maroon. Lukas’ words make his head swivel, and his eyes widen. Food? No… ice water. He slumps slightly, disappointed, as he waits for everything to begin.*

[Balance Without Fault] [Sorry for the confusion – “no drinks here tonight” was spoken by Danny, bartender kid NPC kin! I’ll try to keep all my NPCing in this name.]

[Delilah Marciano] Back of the room, quiet as a dormouse; the Glass Walker makes an appearance. Dark hair gathered up from her shoulders, she sits alone at one of the tables in the back of the room, whichever was closest to the front. The phone in her hand muted as she set it on the table, dressed in dark charcoal pantsuit with red pinstripe. Silvery gaze focused on those around her.

[Kieran Mondblume] ((Ahh hell. *smacks forehead* My bad.))

[Balance Without Fault] When everyone has settled, Balance Without Fault picks up the magic eightball and speaks again.

“Okay, let’s come to order. Some of you might be wondering why this meeting was called. The reason is simple: over the last month, there have been more rumors and murmurs of kin discontent than in the past five years. Furthermore, there’s been a troubling trend toward Kin thinking of themselves as separate and distinct from the Garou when we are all part of the same Nation. I wanted to dispel the rumors, clear the air, set a basic infrastructure down, and move on from tonight as a re-unified force.

“With that in mind, let’s hear from the kin first. What exactly are your concerns or complaints at the moment?”

He tosses the eightball toward the first kin to call for it.

[Adamidas] Adam slips in and, for the time being, keeps her mouth shut. She doesn’t draw attention to herself, or the fact that she left the bathroom with a pop and keeps herself quietly nestled in.

[Balance Without Fault] [For latecomers who missed it, this was BwF’s protocol post —

“Welcome, everyone. Thanks for coming. Here are the rules tonight: one speaker at a time. He or she who holds the magic eight ball,” and he holds this aloft, “speaks. No one else.

“Keep a respectful tone, particularly to those of greater rank. For those of equal rank, the Auspice Council holds precedence over the Tribal Alphas. For kin, those with renown hold precedence over those without.

“In case of dispute, we will not go to challenges because of the mixed crowd. A Philodox will be called upon to mediate. If mediation fails, I am the final arbiter.

“Anyone violating these rules once will be given one warning, and one only. After that, you’re out of the meeting, and your viewpoint will be disregarded. The staff has kindly set up refreshments in the kitchen. If you feel yourself getting hot under the collar, go get a drink and come back when you’re calmer.”]

[Amunet Knezevic] [Dibs, unless anyone is going to claim it?]

[Balance Without Fault] [whoever types fastest, man.]

[Balance Without Fault] [and on that note, since we’re a scene of twenty-seven right now — let’s try to keep posts short and snappy. i know i’m one of the chief offenders here, but i’m really going to try to keep responses to

[Joey] [yeah that’s pretty short!]

[Amunet Knezevic] “Balance Without Fault Rhya.” Deep breath, Ames. “My name is Amunet Knezevic. I am that one that placed the notice on the board, and the one who has been organizing the willing kinfolk. I believe that this in part may be the cause of the perception of discontent. I would like to clear up any confusion, as our intentions may not be as clear as they should be.”

[Balance Without Fault] [okay, i changed my mind — go ahead and call dibs if you have a longer post to type so you don’t lose your chance. but i’m gonna say you have 10 min from the time you call dibs to get it out, just to keep things moving!]

Balance nods. “Let’s hear it.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[She says she’s almost done, it’s a biggie!]]

[Danicka Musil] The Happy Couple — and frankly, they are, however smirkingly saccharine the nomenclature — comes in together, but they leave their more obvious public displays of affection at the door. Danicka is wearing a knee-length gray skirt and knee-high black heels, beneath which are a pair of stockings that extend a little higher than the boots themselves. Her peacoat is doffed when she comes in, hung over the back of a chair no one is using that’s been shoved over by the bar. Underneath is a casual, gauze-thin sweater of seafoam green, laid atop the hint of a camisole. There’s a white applique in some abstract pattern to one side of chest of the sweater, but all of this is just [window] dressing.

Danicka Musil is not the most renowned Kinswoman in Chicago. Not by far. But she is the most renowned Kinfolk here. The Garou, if they ever mention her to each other, if the spirits ever talk about her, don’t talk much about how many fomori she’s killed or that one time she shot a zombie or so forth. She’s known to be brave, to be a Good Kinswoman. Mostly, she’s known to be wise. Granted, when she comes up, it’s hardly even by name. Garou call her Wyrmbreaker-rhya’s mate. And they say that Wyrmbreaker-rhya’s mate is clever, isn’t she? Oh yes, I’ve heard she’s a bit of a bright one.

It’s childish. It’s condescending. But that she is known to be anything at all beyond the mate of an Adren who has not yet given him a child, and that her reputation is solid as a Good Kin is impressive at all. She can’t cast rites, she can’t learn gifts. She can just be… a clever little thing. Good job, Wyrmbreaker. Now stop dicking around and knock her up.

When the magic 8-ball is first offered to the kin, it’s Amunet — rightly so — who reaches for it. Danicka, perhaps there just as a show of support for her comrades, perhaps just because she’s supposed to be there and she’s obedient, turns her eyes towards the Strider she met with last night, her murky green eyes interested. Thoughtful.

[Amunet Knezevic] “My intention is to gather the interested kinfolk in a network that will help the Trueborn, not work against them. Among the first concerns that are being addressed are training and information.”

Her eyes flicker to Sarita, then back to Balance. “It is necessary for us to be able to contact one another easily, not only in emergencies but in everyday circumstances where one of us may need another’s expertise. One of the first projects will be a listing of the kin and their contact information. This will be heavily guarded, not because I don’t want the information to be accessible but because I understand the danger of this type of thing getting into the wrong hands. Cordelia and Jackson have volunteered to begin this process, and to make sure that the information is secure.”

Our second focus is going to be self defense training. We are human, at the end of the day. We can’t count on the Trueborn to be our protectors when they have a war to fight. Carter has extensive self defense training, and he has offered to run a boot camp of sorts for those who are interested. As with everything that we are working toward, it will be voluntary. I don’t want to force any kin to join us, or accept any sort of training except for the third focus.”

She stops for breath. “I would like to see every kin trained in basic first aid. This accomplishes two purposes. Should any of us be injured, there will likely be someone close by to help. Again, we are human. We don’t heal ourselves, and we are out in the world. The dangers that we face come not only from our enemies, but from the people that we are surrounded with every day.

I’ve seen an amazing number of Trueborn that are more than willing to step up and heal a kin that is injured. This is honorable, but wasteful. Again, we are at war. We could be attacked at any time, and should that happen, which of the kin would be responsible for sapping a Trueborn’s gnosis by being healed out of panic or unnecessarily. Prepared kin are kin that are not a drain on the Nation’s resources.”

Her fingers run in her hair nervously, and she licks her bottom lip before continuing. “I’ve been in a Sept that was attacked. I have a clearer understanding of what happens than some of the kin do. I watched kin die, because no one was able to triage them. I watched kin die, because they had all become complacent and lazy and spoiled by well meaning Trueborn. I have friends here. I don’t want to see the same thing happen again. That is why I’ve made this move. That is why these three goals are my first”

[Balance Without Fault] “That’s all well and good,” Balance replies as the eightball comes back to him, “and I’m glad to hear you’re trying to organize the kin. See to it that the Warder has a list of these kin and contacts as well. Areas of specialization, too, if possible. We had something like that for a while, but the parties responsible for its maintenance drifted off.

“Regarding self defense and basic first aid — that sounds like a wise investment. We’ve got a few kin who are accomplished physicians. You might want to get their input. As for self defense, Imogen Slaughter’s known to be a crack shot. Izzy Montoya and Derek Anderson are both with the police; surely they know how to handle a gun as well. You might want to seek their services as well.

“But all that aside — Amunet, you’ve told me everything that’s working. Or that you want to be working, at least. I’m asking why I keep hearing murmurs of discontent.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “Some of the kin that have shown interest are not content, Rhya. Trueborn have become accustomed to dictating to us, and the kin have become accustomed to allowing it. Not only here, but other places where several of the new kin have come from, bringing their biases with them. This has bred discontent. I am in no way suggesting that we should be treated as equals. The fact is that we are not. I would suggest though that we are kept informed, so that when decisions are made and passed down, they do not seem arbitrary and dictatorial. Your kin are willing to work together with the Trueborn, Rhya. We just need a path to follow.”

[Balance Without Fault] Balance Without Fault considers Amunet a moment. Then he sweeps a glance around the room.

“I don’t want to put you under a microscope this early in the night, Amunet.” Maybe that’s a joke. The half-smile says it is. He raises his voice, “Let’s hear from someone other than Amunet. Kinfolk of Maelstrom, this might be one of the few or only times in your life that the Elder Council and the Tribal Alphas of an entire Sept are gathered, silent, with open ears — waiting to hear from you.

“If you’ve got issues, bring them forward.”

[Jackson Montgomery] [[DIBS!]]

[Izzy Montoya] She hadn’t intended to talk. In fact, she hadn’t intended to make a sound at all, but at that, she snorts. Audibly. But that is all, as she starts the ritual search through her pockets for her cigarettes and lighter. she finds both – but doesn’t put them to use other than to keep her hands busy.

After all – smoking inside is against the law.

[Jackson Montgomery] He stands, perhaps unexpectedly, and goes to claim the magic 8-Ball. “I think, if I can speak to this, that a lot of the reported discontent is simple due to the fact that some of the initial ideas being brainstormed are coming out and they aren’t even formalized yet. And some Garou have been volunteering their involvement…which is great. There’s been an impression that this is quickly becoming Garou vs. kinfolk, and that’s not the case.

“The thing is, when a lot of Garou get heavily involved in this, even in the planning stage, it belies the fact that it goes right back to the idea that the kinfolk are relying on the Garou instead of standing on their own. I’ve been talking a lot with Amunet about this, and we’ve come up with some good ideas. And at no point are we trying to push this into two separate factions. But the old saying goes, too many cooks spoil the soup, and there are a lot of kinfolk even as it is with very different viewpoints. We absolutely plan to make this a thing where we’re all involved in the same mission, but we need an actual plan in place for what we’re doing before we start implementing that and integrating it with the Garou side.”

[Balance Without Fault] Balance Without Fault’s eyes swing immediately to Izzy. When he gets the eightball back, he tosses it toward her.

“You sounded like you wanted to be heard, Izzy. Let’s hear it.”

[August Grant] August shifted in her chair. It was slightly uncomfortable for her to sit in the same position for too long these days. A slender hand rubbed at the side of her belly – perhaps where a persistent foot was intent on kicking her. She didn’t say anything.

No matter the extent of her past issues with this Sept.. in her mind, all were resolved as well as they could be at the moment. And, given that her cheating, lying, deadbeat, no good, s-o-b of a former mate had fled, she was a happy camper. Her gaze did shift to her tribesmate as he stood, however.

[Nash] Oh crap when did he get here.

Nash, who most here don’t recognize but for the breeding that pegs him as one of Fenris’s Kin, slips in quietly as Amy is discussing her desire to see Kinfolk trained in first aid. He works his way around the room to stand near Kora and tries to get his happy ass caught up while his player does paperwork.

[Kieran Mondblume] *He watches, back and forth. From Amy, to Jackson, and then to Izzy. Waiting, really, curious about all of this.*

[Izzy Montoya] She arches a brow, ups both her cigarettes and lighter into one hand and still catches the 8ball with a negligent ease. There are some things that become inherrant when one works in a male dominated workplace – like catching random objects being thrown at her.

She waits a moment, then two. She doesn’t look to Kora for permission as some might. She looks to no one – which is not unexpected from anyone that knows her in anyway at all. She is, and always will be, her own person. He wants to hear it. So he does.

“It’s bullshit. You sit there and say you want to hear, you want to fuckin’ listen, and it’s all fuckin’ bullshit. Not a one of you give two shits about what we do or don’t do, unless it directly involves you. Not a one gives two shits about what we might have to do for you in our jobs, what we might have to compromise in order to save your fuckin’ asses in a world you think you’re above – even while declaring you want to fuckin’ save it. Not a one of you.. not even Kora, whom I’ve grown to respect, did shit all when I was beat by one of you, imprisoned here of all fuckin’ places, and sent to work with injuries so severe that half my department wanted to come after whoever had fucked me up with guns blazing. Not a one of you gives two fuckin’ shits – and this is all a fuckin’ sham.”

He hears it. Both barrels.

She points at Amy. “That bitch has been lookin to get her goose cooked since she got here. And the latest scheme? Good god. she’s gonna get us all fuckin’ killed. And likely not by the enemy. Discontent.” she snorts again. “I won’t fuckin talk for anyone else – and don’t you dare speak for me either, I can get my ass beat all by myself – it doesn’t matter what you say here. In the end – you all will do what you want, and I’ll do my fuckin job just as I always have, and do a goddamn good job of it. I’ll cover my ass, your ass, everyone’s ass who I can manage to cover – but don’t expect me to believe that – for one fuckin second – you give a good goddamn what happens in the world we have to travel through every goddamn day. You don’t. You haven’t yet – and one night won’t make it so.”

To her credit though – not once does she raise her voice. If anything.. she sounds… tired.

[Danicka Musil] [Dibs!]

[Balance Without Fault] “Keep your tone respectful,” Balance says evenly. “That’s your only warning.”

That’s all he says for now. He lobs the eightball toward Danicka.

[Gina McClaren] *Restless as Striders were wont to be, Gina hops down from her stool, sashays into the kitchen, and fetches herself a couple of deep-fried wontons filed with hazelnut chocolate and cream cheese.
She pads back into the room midway through the detective’s speech, and settles on her stool once more.

Izzy finishes up, and Gina’s expression darkens a moment.

Then the detective has to use those finely honed reflexes again in short order. As a pikey whistles sharply then overhand tosses a wonton to the weary Fenris kin. Whether in agreement or simply in a bid to get her to cram it – only the guttersnipe herself knows.*

[Nash] Nash claps a few times after Izzy finishes. Not a purposefully sarcastic Slow Clap, but it is a bit on the slow side anyway. He seems to be favoring his right wrist. It lasts a few seconds, and then he stops at the Grand Elder’s warning to keep a respectful tone.

[Hunter] Holden wanders through the room to stand next to Nash and the other Fenrir. He gives a nod to the equally tall man from the north [south] along with a grin of approval.

[Hunter] [OOPS]

[Izzy Montoya] She catches the wonton. Easily.

And manages not to point out that she WAS respectful. For her.

[Danicka Musil] Everyone in the room is free to judge according to their own perspectives what it says about Danicka that when Balance Without Fault lobs the 8-ball at her, she doesn’t even try to catch it. She actually flinches somewhat out of the way, and it’s Lukas who snatches the thing out of the air, handing it to her. Some will call her oblivious that she doesn’t seem chagrined or embarrassed as she takes it from him. She’s a slender sort, not remotely athletic from the look of her.

Sometimes Garou hear of what she’s done to minions of the Wyrm, see her, say, Her?

Holding the ball in cupped palms, she speaks up for the first time, her tone clear and level. She addresses Balance Without Fault. “A lot of what Detective Montoya just said is true. Amunet, as well. We aren’t… like you,” she says, though in a tone that suggests even she realizes how weak that statement is, how far it falls from encompassing the truth. “No matter how much we care about our families, about the world we live in, or about the war — and I think all of us do care, though to wildly different degrees and in different ways — we don’t form ourselves naturally into packs. We are not asked to give everything, a hundred percent, to fighting this war. For Garou, the war is everything. Anything else is marginalized, because it has to be.

“For Kinfolk,” she goes on, “it’s the opposite. We live our lives. I go to school, Detective Montoya goes to the precinct, August feeds and diapers her children, Gina dances, we all… have a life. The war, however important it is to us individually, often comes as an intrusion to the rest of who we are and what we do.”

Danicka quiets for a small pause, clears her throat, but doesn’t give up the 8-ball. “Sometimes when we get hurt, Garou come running. Sometimes they don’t. Sometimes when there’s a fight on our doorstep, we have to fight it because there’s no way to run fast enough. Other times we have to give it up as though that’s the natural, only course of action.” Another beat, this one for effect more than to breathe. “The truth of what Detective Montoya says is this: most, if not all Garou, spend the majority of their time focused on things that have nothing to do with us. We are expected to carry on by ourselves without them, unless they show up. And if they do show up, usually without warning and sometimes even without need, we are expected to drop everything to obey them.

“-Rhya, all of us have our own prejudices and biases and differing levels of committment — as well as angst. All of us care. But the discontent comes when we are kept to the sides all of the time, then told to shut up and submit the moment a garou ten or twenty years our junior shows up and acts like they’re our protector. I think what Amunet and her alliance are trying to do is to increase our involvement so that at least the marginalization is lessened. But the discontent is already there. The frustration. The affront, frankly.”

She stops there. She could go on. But she’s talked a great deal, and she silences for now.

[Bridget Geroux] [Dibs]

[Danicka Musil] [Other times we have to give it up and let the Garou fight for us as though that’s the natural, only course of action. GAH!]

[Kora] Nash comes in; the Skald gives him a side glance. It lingers a long moment longer than it otherwise might; then her attention is back on the center of the room. The thin cotton of her extra-long tunic pulls over her shoulders, muscles bunching with a subtle tension, mostly withheld. Her long braid swings down the dip of her spine. A faint lift of her chin, watching Holden weave through the room to join the tribe; a brief glance in Gina’s direction follows after, before her attention returns to the center of the room, following the movement of the eight-ball to Danicka. Once, she shifts positions. Widens her stance, leans further back, relieving some of the unending pressure on her spine. Uncrosses and recrosses her arms.

[Bridget Geroux] Bridget sighs when it comes around her direction, careful to look at the eight ball when she holds it up. “Balance Without Fault Rhya, thank you for putting it in the light that we are all a part of the Nation. My name is Bridget Geroux. I know that every Sept is different, and I don’t have any expectations, but the Sept I am from is much smaller. We know each other well, and there is structure. Here, I don’t see the unity. I see reluctance, pain, anguish, and I see anger and pride disconnecting us from one another. Kin from kin, kin from tribesmen… and I wouldn’t presume to understand what goes on among Garou, but if that same disconnect exists on that level… it worries me.”

“And despite the recent bonding efforts to organize the kinfolk, I see a disconnect there as well. It’s a great idea, a great application, a wise and honorable action, but even with the application, I notice those same destructive traits. Just last week, I noticed a separation when a well-meaning Garou was not trying to interfere, but possibly trying to bridge gaps between Garou and kinfolk within Amunet’s… organization, fellowship. Whatever it will be called. And the way she jealously guards it and some others have just jumped on without gauging the situation seems too much like a Jonestown situation to me.”

Bridget takes a breath, exercising great efforts not to swear or fidget. “Maybe this is my own experience, but since I’ve moved here I have never felt more disconnected to my tribe despite my attempts to bridge gaps. At what point should I just go about my business, despite everything my father taught me? I’m… going to open myself up here and speak as truly as I possibly can, but it hurts me to have such a tentative relationship with the other Fianna.”

“This is all perhaps touching on the path Amunet spoke of, but I wouldn’t presume to speak for anyone but myself. I’m not good with a gun or first aid, but I know how to survive in the wilderness with nothing… I know how to work crowds, to work a public social setting. I know I’m not useless, but I feel that way when it comes to the Nation when my offers and talents are dismissed so quickly and without regard to its usefulness. I know how to stand well enough on my own, and I’ve done as much as I can to contribute… but I feel as if there is no point when I’m told to stay inside, discouraged from doing what I’m good at, and still held at such a distance. It’s all too condescending.”

Bridget looks to Izzy now, then sighs. “In a lot of ways, I feel exactly like no one gives a damn whether or not we all rot, what we have to go through or put up with and barely even a hint of recognition, if any of that even matters. I feel like many of us are just a bunch of wild things kept in guilded cages. If you keep any living thing from doing what it’s supposed to do, that’s not a life worth living. I don’t know what else to do but be discontent when I’m expected to stay out of the woods, don’t go make music or connections, don’t spend so much time out in the world doing what I do. I can follow orders, do what needs to be done, but I’m not a machine.”

[Balance Without Fault] [dibs!]

[Balance Without Fault] “I want to take a moment to clarify the purpose of this meeting.

“Jackson, I heard you about needing to get the kin coalition in order before plugging it into the grander framework of the Nation. I agree. Bridget, Izzy, I’ve heard from you both that the way things are going in the coalition are not optimal at the moment. But we’re not here to discuss the kinfolk coalition alone. We should address it more thoroughly, and we will — in a moment.

“We’re not here to discuss how Garou interface with the world, either, Izzy. We’re not here to change the way Garou and kin interact, because that — as Danicka points out — has been set for thousands of years. As you yourself have pointed out, it won’t change in a night.

“As much as you may feel downtrodden and unappreciated, realize that every last Garou in this room, on this planet, will die before age thirty. And they give this sacrifice so that you have a human world to interface in, just as you sacrifice your job and career and human life to support these Garou. The sacrifice goes both ways. And while you might not like it, we are in the end Gaia’s army. There is a ranking order, and it is dictated, ultimately, by our renown.

“But I digress. What we can do, what I want to do here tonight — specifically, without speaking in broad terms and vagueries — is to address points of discontent amongst the kin. I have specific incidents in my mind that I want to discuss, but I want to hear from the kin first.

“If nothing else, no matter how she brought it up — Izzy has noted some sources of discontent for herself. For that, I thank you, Detective Montoya.

“She Who Offers Sorrow, your kinfolk has raised an complaint about the way she’s been treated in the past. She says she’s been beaten and unfairly imprisoned. See to her concerns. If you decide her past punishment was just, then so be it. If it was unjust, make amends as you best see fit.

“Before we move on to other topics, are there any other specific grievances the kin wish to bring forth?”

[Rain McKellar] [Dibs, please!]

[Danicka Musil] Her eyes flick to the Grand Elder when he brings her up, gives at least one interpretation of what she said. She doesn’t ask for the 8-ball again though.

[Balance Without Fault] [erp. “will MOST LIKELY die before age thirty.” seeing as how BWF is like… 45.]

[Carter Roth] [Dibs after Rain]

[Jackson Montgomery] [[“You’re all gonna die before 30…except me. For I am Elite.”]]

[August Grant] {Very short dibs after Rain + Carter}

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Sarita could be accused, often, of not taking things seriously enough. When your deed name is “Echoes of Laughter,” it’s a natural course of people’s thoughts on how you will react. She’s stayed quiet here, sitting near her Alpha and watching…listening. She doesn’t give anyone a particularly strong reaction when they speak. Amy gets a slight smile; Izzy a little frown. The others, she remains even-tempered, thoughtful.

The Strider is doing her best to listen and learn. She’s not even tapping her toe to some sort of tacky dance pop crap.

[Rain McKellar] The girl who rises to claim the magic eight ball next has nothing in her blood that calls out to her Tribe. She has no renown among them. Cloistered as she is with the rest of Unicorn’s kin, this gives some suggestion as to her allegiances.

Catching the eight-ball is only part of the struggle, here. And before she addresses the Grand Elder, her glance slides sideways to the Fenrir Jarl. Her shoulders square, and she calms herself a bit.

“Mr. Grand Elder, sir,” she begins, and her voice rises easily above the gathering. Unexpectedly warm. Captivating, it calls attention to her in ways that might surprise them.

“My name is Rain McKellar, and before I was kin to Unicorn’s chosen, I was Lost.” She says this plainly. “The places I have been treated their kinfolk much differently than here, and I appreciate that you have called us together and allowed us to air our concerns.

“I have no complaints about how I have been treated by my Tribe, nor by the pack that I live with. My Family has been good to me, perhaps better than they should have been by some of what others have said tonight. If I can help in any way, so that kindness and shelter can be extended to others, please let me know.”

Here she swallows and looks down at the eight ball for a moment.

“If I have any complaint it is that, in the intention of being helpful or showing their concern, some True offer up conflicting information. I am concerned about the thing that is hunting Kinfolk. I would like to know, plainly put, what best I should do to protect myself and to help your war efforts. If this has already been communicated to the Tribal and pack Alphas, then I will seek answers with Mr. Roman or Miss Kora.”

She walks across the circle to hand back the eight-ball.

“Thank you for your time, sirs and madams.”

And then Rain retakes her seat.

[Wyrmbreaker] [Quick dibs. And sorry, Lukas is pulling rank to get it for a sec!]

[Wyrmbreaker] Wyrmbreaker, who has thus far sat quietly except to catch the ball for Danicka, raises his hand after Rain speaks. The eightball comes his way.

“I can answer that for you, Rain. The specifics of what kin should be doing is up to each Tribal Alpha. Obey whatever order they give you. As a general rule, I’d strongly suggest getting to a place where you’re protected by the Garou of your tribe. If there’s no such place available to you, come to the Brotherhood.

“As far as I’m concerned, you can chance it on your own if you really don’t want to move. But I don’t suggest it.”

Carter’s hand is up. Lukas tosses the eightball his way.

[Bridget Geroux] Seeing as her concern over being told specifically not to do what it is she does, what she’s good at, was basically glossed over, Bridget goes and gets herself something to eat. She needs to gather her thoughts for a second, fidget as she needs to with all the Rage in the room, before the Fianna kin can take her seat again. There’s a lot to think over.

[Carter Roth] Carter had had quite enough at this point. If no one would take up that magic 8 ball and speak the voice of the malcontent then he would. He strode forward taking the eight ball for himself and turned to face the garou who were gathered all powerful, all alpha’s or elder’s in their right and he held the eight ball in one heavy hand as he spoke.

“I refuse to be ruled by those who will not see me as their equal.” He lets those few treasonous words sink in as he looks across the garou, his eyes falling upon kin in equal measure. “In many places, by many of your kind we are treated like Chattel, little more then servants waiting to be used. I will not argue that here I have seen generous activity that would enrage the masters of these places for that you should be praised. But it is not enough.” He shakes his head slowly.

“Unlike the detective, who will stand and do her duty even as she knows your disregard for the kin who work tirelessly beneath your gaze. I will not, not without equality.” He pauses. “Without it, we are susceptible to every monster of your kind, every garou who believes we ARE nothing but here to serve your whim. Tell me why we should accept our lot as it stands, tell me how it makes sense that such actions continue unabated against those you call your allies, your lovers, your friends. Is an ally told to be silent because you do not like his tone? Do you force a friend to become the mate of another simply because of what lies within their veins?” He lets that settle there, lets it hang, many knew of such instances, quite often they were regular occurances.

He takes another moment to look about. “We are all capable, we are all skilled in our own ways. But we are marginalized, we are shunted aside till we are expected to serve and we will hold our tongues and be greatful for it. I will not.” He looks at Balance Without Fault. “You have said yourself that these things will not change, that they have existed for thousands of years, change it, if you hold to any future that means something for all of us…change it. You wished to hear of discontent, there it lies.”

Carter lets the 8 ball go then and he takes his place against the wall once more. His gaze even and suspicious as it was when he first stepped forward.

[Matthieu] [If I can I’d like to call Dibs after umm August!]

[Kieran Mondblume] *He is waiting, listening to all of the opinions, and he is starting to look a little concerned.*

[Nash] [Dibs are for the weak! (I’m sorry!)]

Nash doesn’t bother with the eightball. When he speaks, after Lukas and Carter have gone, he has a heavy Southern drawl. His voice isn’t terribly loud, and like Izzy, he sounds tired.

“Kinda telling, ain’t it?” he asks. “You got two Kin waiting to talk but a Trueborn can just butt on in?”

[Balance Without Fault] [BWF takes the eightball!]

[Izzy Montoya] She says nothing more – but she does step to the side and light up that cigarette after all. Someone can call the cops if they’ve got a problem with it.

[Amunet Knezevic] “Because we are NOT equal!” She snaps it, then falls instantly silent again.

[August Grant] August swallows. Did she really.. really want to go after that? Geezus christ – she was rather surprised when there wasn’t fur flying.

Once the magic-8 ball was gently -passed- in her direction, the young woman stood. She cleared her throat just a little, trying to work up the courage to speak in a room full of this many important people. She never quite looked the Elder in the eyes, but.. was looking somewhat towards him, maybe at his feet. {oooh.. where’d you get those shoes?}

“Rhya.. s.. since you wanted to know about the discontent from us.. I figured I should mention mine. My mate, up and left me for another, knowing full well I was already carrying a second child for this nation. His child. He left with me with no one to protect me and my cub. The mere fact that no one at the time thought this a grevious act was insulting. It bred resentment.. and.. until I found allies within my tribe.. ” she motioned to those seated near by, “I wasn’t at all content. Things have resolved at this point and I am fine with my lot in life. But things like that – ignoring these big giant world tearing apart events – is going to drive a wedge between us.”

A brief pause. “That is all.. thank you for your time..” A hand smoothed her sweater over her belly and she again took her seat, passing on the ball.

[Starla Navarro] Starla’s head snaps up, she turns and twists in her seat to stare right at Amunet, her eyes narrowing on the kin that snaps out her words. The corners of her mouth flatten into a thin line as she glares at her.

[Balance Without Fault] [this comes before August — sorry, but BWF would immediately react!]

Balance Without Fault snaps his fingers for the eightball. He confers briefly with Kora, gets a name, speaks.

“Stick to protocol, Nash. You too, Amunet. Next time you two step out of line, you’re out.

“In case you missed it the first time around: don’t speak without the eightball. Rank and renown takes precedence. In the event that rank is equal, the Auspice Council takes precedence over Tribal Alphas, who take precedence over the Garou, who take precedence over the kin.

“And I’m sorry, Carter, but there is no equality in the Nation. We are not a democracy.”

It passes on to August.

[August Grant] {Damn, my bad – my screen didn’t refresh. Augusts posts AFTER BWFs}

[Gina McClaren] *Gina makes a noise in her throat thats something along the lines of a pissed off gurgle. Fingers scraping through her hair and across her temples as her head falls backwards in utter frustration. Talon hands coming away from her scalp and settling on the bar with some force. *

[Danicka Musil] [Dibs, when… okay I’m not sure what the list is for dibs, but! Put me on it!]

[Delilah Marciano] Delilah eases out of the chair she sat in, her hand drops to the phone sitting on the table, picking it up and stares down at the screen for a brief second, and then tucks it away inside the inner breast pocket of her suit jacket. She is tall, only because of the advantage point her heels provide her, she stands with shoulders squared back and chin tilted up.

The woman doesn’t exactly command authority, but there is a coolness in her demeanor. A calm, collected disposition that expresses patience, clearly her gesture to stand, instead of sit idly and listen meant she had something to say. She is an unknown face, a stranger to the kin that have served this sept in the past and now in the present.

[Calling DIBS!]

[Rain McKellar] Rain’s arms are crossed low over her middle. Her expression is somewhat anxious, but when she looks up to August as the other Gaian speaks it is with as much support as she can muster in this tense environment.

[Carter Roth] Carter frowns deeply at Balance Without Faults words and he shakes his head, an angry look flitting behind his eyes.

[Balance Without Fault] — and the eightball comes back to Balance.

“I’m sorry to hear you’ve been so ill-used by your former mate, August. Tell us the name of this Garou so that we all know his dishonor.”

The eightball goes back to August.

[Dibs list is currently: August, Matthieu, Danicka, Delilah.]

[August Grant] “Paul Kellogg. He seems to have .. left..” She’d rather use the word fled.. “the city.” And once again, the eight ball is passed on.

[Bridget Geroux] Bridget stands at the doorway, listening to the conversation while munching on part of a sandwich. The tightness to her muscles and the smirk on her face expresses her discontent with the line of conversation. She takes a glass of ice water over to Carter and leans against his side. She offers the frigid beverage to the other kin, the corners of her mouth turning in a slight smile, an expression that simply says: here.

[Kora] Kora listens as Rain says her piece; her arms tighten when Balance Without Fault directs her to see to Izzy’s complaint. The look she gives the Grand Elder is direct, her expression ironic, but not wry. When Carter speaks, the heavily pregnant Fenrir audibly rolls her eyes (seriously, Nash can [i]hear/i] it). She flashes him a look when he speaks up. Except for the obvious tension, the expression is quiet, animal, unreadable.

[Starla Navarro] Starla clucks her tongue against the roof of her mouth, shaking her head. She looks over her should at Kora, catching the eye-rolling expression of the Jarl. She turns back in her seat, shifting closer to Rain and draws a comforting arm around the kin’s shoulders, hugging her.

[Jackson Montgomery] [[Add Jackson in after Delilah]]

[Derek Anderson] Derek listened, standing near Rain, August and Jackson. He owuld have loved to stand with people from his tribe but Sasha and Katherine weren’t there, Gabriel wasn’t invited and he didn’t rally knewMatthieu except glimpsing at him at the loft the other night.

He looked relax, hands in his pockets. He had nothing to say about all this really. He has been well treated by his Tribe, other Garou and kinfolks he has met. Well Remy was a jerk but even then, it went pretty ok when he met him. He knew some people had problems with Garou, that some had bad experiences in the past. He wasn’t one of them. Maybe it’ll come, maybe he’ll be like Izzy or maybe not. But for now, his life was good.Maybe he didn’t need much, or maybe it was his upbringing, butr he was..ok with the way things were.

[Joey] When the meeting first came to order, Joey sat looking slightly away from the circle, her head moving nearly imperceptibly to the beat of some rhythm in her head. As soon as the eight ball started going around, though, her attention was on the people in the room, her dark eyes moving from speaker to speaker. For the most part, she just watches, listening attentively. She’s silent, even when Izzy speaks up about her punishment, though there’s a tension to her brow, a slight downward turn to the corners of her mouth. The frown doesn’t leave her face, in fact worsens, especially when August speaks up, the kinswoman so obviously pregnant. Joey knew her mate, knew him for the filthy son of a bitch he could be, and not for the wisdom he supposedly held in the Nation. The fact that he would abandon his mate was hardly surprising to her, but infuriating. Wasn’t August the girl he’d once mistaken Joey for? What a prick.

[Carter Roth] Carter takes that glass with a nod to Bridget as great a thanks as he could give at the moment, and sips it, still looking displeased but for now…silent.

[Matthieu] When the 8ball comes his way he stands in his usual regal posture before kin as well as his peers. He takes the time to acknowledge all who choose to look at him with a smile before speaking up and addressing the others present.

“I hear kin speaking about unity, and about working together and about organization. So allow me to speak up and please do hear what I have to say.”

“Harrier’s Grace was founded under the idea that the Mortal world is an important one which we garou have little direct grasp upon. In the heart of a city as large as Chicago we stand in an awkward position where mundane threats could see us utterly destroyed without the means to address them.”

He takes the time to look over faces one by one.

“You wish to take part in the nation. You wish to take an active role in the pursuits of your own people then now is your chance. Harrier’s Grace was founded specifically with the Kin in mind and with time and your assistance we should like to see that all are both cared for, as well as allowed to take an active role in this nation’s happenings. We need eyes and ears, additionally we need faces and talented minds.”

“The Mundane World is your world and if “We” the Garou are to control it we need our kin to stand with it. So any who stand ready to take an active role in a pack who will share in it’s endeavours with all Garou and Kin who take part please step forth after this meeting.”He smiles a little to everyone present.

“I do not wish this to be a recruiting event for a pack but what I am hearing is that Kin would like a chance to take a more active role in their society. This is what Harrier’s Grace was formed with the intention of seeing through. So it remains relevant to the situation.”

He then looks around at the others involved.

“We are one nation, we cannot exist without the whole of that nation working in unison. Our kin are our support network, our homes, and our families. Whatever one feels of their unique and individual position within this nation know now that we are not oblivious to the plight of our kin. We live and die with the hope that our people will remember us and more than anything our people are our kin.”

“Perhaps we do not always show the proper deference or respect but we have a very difficult job.”He then turns his attention to Izzy.”When our kin stand and denounce us as if we have somehow broken some sacred vow it comes as a potent and dangerous blow. There are warriors in their graves at this very moment who have died defending the kin of this sept. I also promise you right now that if you were in danger there are at least one or two garou in this room alone who would stupidly rush off to their own deaths in order to rescue you. Remember this when you find yourself doubing the importance our kin hold to us.”

“In the end we ask of our kin nothing more or less than we ask of ourselves.”He says with a hint of a smile back at the kin.”In the end we must all stand ready to give everything for this nation if that is what we must. That cannot be negociated it simply must be.”

[Balance Without Fault] [Current dibs list: Danicka, Delilah, Jackson]

[Kora] (dibs!)

[Balance Without Fault] [and for the record – applying a -2 honor hit to Paul’s sheet for getting publicly denounced before auspice and tribal councils, plus half the city’s kin, reduced him to subcliath status. normally i wouldn’t announce minor renown tweaks, but in this case it’s a fairly substantial change in how other chars would perceive him.]

[Balance Without Fault] […if, y’know, the char ever gets reactivated *LOL*]

[Balance Without Fault] [last OOC note! if your character holds precedence and wants to use it, make a note in your dibs-calling so i don’t have to ask individually!]

[Danicka Musil] [I’m almost there! Sorry for the wait!]

[Danicka Musil] It’s as though she had mental notes. Danicka gets the 8-ball after the Galliard Elder and speaks up. Directly, in fact, to Carter Roth.

“I know what you can do,” she says plainly, and simply. Maybe even gently, though her voice is levelled directly at him in public. “I also know, and I am the only person currently in this room who knows as well as you do, what it means to be raised as a Kin of Thunder.

“The Garou will never see you as their equal. You may be able to heal with a touch, but you will never be able to fight as well as they can. You will never know what it is like to enter a new body and hunt on all fours. You cannot cross between worlds at will. You will never share a full measure of their power, and so you will never be seen as their equal.” She pauses a moment. “You say you will not work for the Nation without equality. You will never get it. And in this way — knowing what the stakes are, knowing what we all stand to lose — you are more selfish and dishonorable than any Kinfolk in this room.

“Even in human government, if you ally insults you and will not yield, will not compromise, those alliances end, often bloodily. So too will your connection to the Garou you want to treat you as an equal. Work with them or work alone, but do not get in their way or you will be cut down. We aren’t fools, Mr. Roth, not raised in our tribe. Amunet is trying to find a way to decrease our marginalization. And if you want to be involved, at some point you will have to submit to another’s leadership — and it might be Kin, but ultimately it will be to the Garou. Suck it up or get out of the way.”

A pause. She looks at Amunet. “You do guard the alliance jealously, Amunet. Bridget is right about that. You seemed secretive even to me, when I tried to show you nothing but support and interest. You need to work on that attitude, or all your efforts are going to be in vain. When you come to this meeting and then break the rules, you don’t show yourself as a very good leader for Kinfolk, much less someone the Garou might listen to. I want this to work. By god, believe me, I want this to work. But the Kinfolk have to grow up. We all have suffered, but not a thing is going to get done til we all get over it for the sake of the greater good. And those of you who can’t do that, whose angst and baggage is too much to let go of, I don’t even know why you bothered to show up.”

She takes a deep breath and exhales it slowly. “The last attempt at a coalition of kinfolk failed because the Kin involved wanted it to be some kind of perfectly equal democracy, and that will. Not. Work. Even Garou have to follow orders they don’t agree with sometimes. We do too, if we want to be of any real use at all.”

[Balance Without Fault] [delilah, jackson, kora, and then BWF is retaking the ball!]

[Kora] (drop Kora from the list, pls!)

[Carter Roth] Carter meets Danika’s gaze and he shakes his head at the woman. Before flipping her the bird, he might not have the 8 ball, so he won’t speak, but the message is clear enough.

[Delilah Marciano] When the 8 ball finds its way into the Glass Walker’s hands, she holds it up, gives it a good hard shake. She stares at the rubber triangle for a second; the curve of her generous mouth etches into a thinly veiled frown.

“Will this end well?” Delilah asks the ball, “Maybe.”

She turns her eyes up to meet the Grand Elder’s gaze for second, tilting her head to watch the rest of the room. “This, esteemed rhya, is the breeding ground for the discontent. You ask us for our opinions, you tell us to lay our grievances out into the open, so that we may be heard, so we may have a voice…”

A beat, her body shifts, rolls the plastic ball between her hands, “What is this all for? To what purpose will listening to our bitching serve you, in your judgment of us? They are unhappy, they expressed this, and yet, it will not change. We all know this – you said it yourself, it’s not a democracy.”

She shakes her head slowly, “Amunet is trying to organize an alliance, it has been said by Ms. Musil, it will not work. There is no organization, this is like trying to herd cats, they won’t cooperate without first laying a foundation. Training kinfolk in self-defense and first-aid will do very little against a monster breathing down their necks. If the Wyrm wants to kill us, it will do so.”

“The best efforts of the kin, if they wish to come together and organize, is to take a step away from the front lines, and work behind the scenes as we are meant to do. With our mortal influences, our skills, and our connections. We are the first line of defense in covering up the messes that the Garou like to make in the mundane world.”

With that, she shrugs her shoulders and hands the ball off to the next person that so desires it.

[Kora] (change my mind still keeping dibs!)

[Danicka Musil] Carter flips Danicka off. She shrugs at him and gestures to Danny that she’d like an ice water.

[Balance Without Fault] [bwf takes the ball!]

[Izzy Montoya] She looks around and finally grabs a glass of ice water, and taps her ashes into it. It’ll do for now. It also serves to keep her expression hidden for a moment.

It’s likely a good thing.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Did he cut or did I lose my turn? 🙂 ]]

[Holden] [cutteR!]

[Balance Without Fault] [he totally cut.]

“First and last strike for you, Mr. Roth.”

Then, to Delilah:

“I was actually about to address that. I’ve got a few things on my agenda tonight, and we’re still on number one. I’d like to hear specific concerns from kin first and settle them as I can — so frankly, Garou and kin of Maelstrom, we’re starting to get a little off topic with all the philosophy.

“After that, I’ve got two incidents I want to go over. After that, I want to discuss and settle certain issues with the coalition itself.

“Let’s get back to the kin. Specific concerns, bring them forth.”

— and on to Jackson.

[Gina McClaren] *Gina’s heard enough, and she who had a voice designed – accent and all – for other’s pleasure in her speaking – had nothing nice to say. So like her sweet pikey mother had told her with a rap of knuckles across teeth –

“Effen ye’ve naethen nice tae say, fer christs sakes jes shut yer fookin crumbhole.”

She moves towards the kitchens, bumping past the folk in the door with a low sung “Oot the road please” – before moving to fuss with the food there, warming what had grown cold, cooling what had grown warm . Taking a hefty slug from a dented flask drawn deep from the V of dark cleavage. Liquor finally offered to Bridget and Carter in turn.*

[Carter Roth] Carter grimaces at Balance without Fault and shakes his head at the man, he does not however flip the man the bird. He simply looks to Bridget who was standing by his side looked back to Balance, and dropped his water letting it clatter to the floor loudly, maybe even shatter. He looked around at his fellow kinsman, all who had come here with the understanding that they would be free to speak…obviously that was not the case.

Before he turned and walked out a brief nod given to Gina and her alcohol.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] He takes the 8-Ball with a respectful nod. Yes, he is a good kin. Mostly.

“I had one more concern to bring up, Rhyas. It seems like…and I don’t think this is an endemic issue, but I’ve seen it a couple times now…some Garou try to instruct kin who…well, really shouldn’t be. And I know people may wonder what right I have to say that. But I grew up in a family that was blessed. Both of my siblings were Garou. My father was an Ahroun. I like to think I know a fair amount, though not everything, about certain matters. I won’t give a ton of examples…but one I specifically recall is that a kin, new to our city and rather wet behind the ears, was witness to a Thrall frenzy that took place here. I was present and got the kin to safety…after I left, said kin was told by a Garou that in case of a frenzy, playing dead was a good idea. As if a Garou who was in frenzy, especially Thrall frenzy, would just leave them alone if they were lying prone and pretending to be dead.”

He pauses, trying to figure out how to word this without seeming disrespectful. “To be honest, I was dumbstruck when the kin told me this. It’s…really bad advice, to say the least. I’ve passed it on to Roman, who has passed it further on…but it seems like some Garou could use some kind of instruction themselves before they’re taking kinfolk under their responsibility.”

He hands it back to Balances-Without-Fault.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Oh fuck. You know who that was supposed to be. 😛 ]]

[Danicka Musil] [*points and laughs at samael*]

[Nash] [I for one am proud of Sarita and wish him all the best.]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[I’m working and shit and it was bound to happen eventually AND LEMME ALONE! *mock cries and runs away* Okay nah, it’s funny, ngl]]

[Balance Without Fault] Over behind the bar, Danny suddenly blurts out a cough that sounds suspiciously like a laugh. He claps his hand over his mouth and holds up the other. “I know, Mr. Balance. First and last warning. Sorry.” And he mimes the zipping of his mouth.

Balance, for his part, takes the ball and answers Jackson directly. “Do you or does anyone know the name of this Garou?”

The ball goes back to Jackson.

[Quinn] So far, Quinn hasn’t had anything to bring up, no concerns or grievances to air. For the most part, she keeps out of the way, helping where she can but generally staying under the radar. But when someone says the advice given in times of Thrall was to “play dead,” her blue eyes widen, then her fine dark brows constrict.

When she rises, it’s not to intercept that passage of the eight ball. It’s to raise a brow at Carter Roth, the look simply How rude, trail briefly in his wake, and bend to retrieve the fallen glass of water. She gestures to Danny to bring a towel or something to clean up the water.

[Bridget Geroux] Bridget writes something on a napkin and tucks it into Carter’s hand before he decides to shatter his glass all over the floor and make his way out. She stifles a tiny laugh– it’s not at all audible and she turns her face in Danny’s direction so she doesn’t disturb the conversation– but it’s there.

Gina thankfully offers up some booze, which the Stag kin thankfully takes so she can stifle her grin and shut the fuck up.

[Jackson Montgomery] He takes the ball and seems hesitant to name names at the moment. The information was passed along, but he was given a request. “Kristen. She’s a Fianna Theurge who stays here at the Brotherhood…I don’t know her last name or her deed name.” Handed back.

[Kieran Mondblume] *His eyes widen at that, and he looks back and forth. He frowns, clearly pondering.*

[Balance Without Fault] “Jenny,” Balance speaks directly to the woman watching quietly from over by the kitchen door, “can you get a message to Kristen? Let her know a Thralled Homid would sooner munch a dead body than ignore it, and that maybe she shouldn’t run around teaching the kin for a while.

“Unfortunately,” this is to all, “Garou rarely have time these days to be fully trained before stepping out into the world as Cliaths. The war’s too desperate, and we need soldiers. The downside is occasionally we get a good soldier whose education has been a little lacking in certain non-essential regards.

“There’s really no way prevent these things from happening. I can’t publish a manual of Everything You Should and Shouldn’t Say To Kin. All we can do is troubleshoot one incident at a time, so I appreciate your bringing this up.”

And the ball goes to Kora.

[Danicka Musil] There’s a glance from Shadow Lord Kinswoman to Shadow Lord Elder when Carter leaves. It’s hard to read, for those that don’t know her — for those that are, at the moment, invested in other conversations. He might understand. He might not, even as well as he knows her.

Danicka sips her ice water, and waits for the next blowup.

[Gina McClaren] *Gina’s expression at the breaking of glass is one of frank annoyance. She stands in the kitchen in her barefeet, and hisses irritation. Singing lowly to bridget – yes.. without the 8-ball.*

Trade ye tha sip o’ firewater fer yer gi’en tha broom, Bridget darlin. Dinnae fancy me bloody feet on account o’ foolishness, aye?

[Balance Without Fault] [wait, is Kristen there? i see her logged in. i know patrick’s the fianna alpha, but jacqui ain’t here tonight. well, if Kristen’s here, BWF would speak directly to her.]

[Balance Without Fault] Danny, meanwhile, is hurrying over with dustpan and broom. He shakes his head mutely at Gina and Bridget, forefinger to lips, waving them off. The message is clear: I got it!

[Kristen Burke] ((I was told that Kristen was not allowed to be here As such she has not tried to speak or rebut what was said about her.))

[Bridget Geroux] Bridget moves to action, sets her glass down on the bar, and helps pick up Carter’s mess despite her amusement. It’s alright, the movement gives her something to do. She shakes her head at Danny and helps him anyway.

[Balance Without Fault] [OK, I just saw Jacqui sign on, so I guess Kristen wouldn’t be there after all. Assume Jenny sends her a polite note repeating what BWF said, only a lot nicer and reflexively-apologetic!]

[Gina McClaren] *Gina remains in place. You know. So as not to step in glass with the bare feet. But Danny gives her the shush and she raises an eyebrow in a clear expression of “Oh Enough.” An incredulous shake of her head mirroring the Fianna’s.*

[Quinn] Quinn’s gotten most of the bigger chunks gathered carefully into one hand. When Danny arrives with dustpan and broom, she smiles warmly and rises to carry her burden to the nearest trash bin, which happens to be in the kitchen. When she comes back out again, she weaves around the outside of the circle to return to her seat.

[Kora] There’s something – implicitly feral about the heavily pregnant Garou tonight. She’s standing, not sitting. She should sit. Some of the people tonight are long winded – not telling stories, not remembering deeds, not discussing the dead – just talking.

Those closest to her can feel her restlessness like ozone in the air around her. It does not take much to bring it forward these nights, careful as she has to be now, pregnant as she is. Alone here tonight, her brother – her Godi – gone, her beta in another Sept, seeking his own tribe for challenge.

By the time the eight-ball comes her way, Carter is gone. Her dark eyes follow his path through the room; she catches the scribbing Bridget does on a napkin, watches until the kinsman has left the restaurant.

The creature’s generous mouth flattens then. Whatever she meant to say is distilled down to this: “I have kept my territory open to all tribes, Garou certainly, kin more so. It’s unreasonable to expect you to live in a city and somehow keep track of our changing, Balkanized territory. But, Wyrmbreaker-rhya, that man is barred from mine. I trust you will pass it on to him.”

[Kieran Mondblume] [Dibs?]

[Balance Without Fault] [back to BWF, then Kieran!]

[Honor’s Compass] Katherine and Patrick both here, somewhere, and their player is very apologetic for being tardy! She suggests Katherine is looking very pretty in white standing somewhere near pack-mates and as well as Balance Without Fault and Patrick is over yonder possibly looking confused — also in a very pretty way, albiet more masculine — or simply bored.

Carry on!

[Adamidas] She opens her mouth, then closes it. Her attention seems to be intent on what is going on, and before she can really say anything, the Fury turns her head in the direction of… something. Slightly to the left. She gives the Grand Elder a look and taps her chest with two index fingers, then gestures behind her with her thumb.

Whatever that look says, it must be important. If given the okay, she slips out as quickly as she enters. Just as understated, and punctuated with a pop.

[Balance Without Fault] Though Carter’s departure didn’t provoke an immediate response from the Garou named for his balance, it’s remarked on when the ball comes back into his possession.

“Wyrmbreaker, your kinsman disrespected this gathering again with his dramatic departure. See to it. And let him know that his antics only resulted in the very kin he professes to champion scrambling to clean up his mess.”

He nods to Adamidas, then, before continuing.

“At this point I’m going to make a last call for kin to bring forward their concerns. If there’s nothing else, we’re moving on.”

[on to Kieran! and if there are any more kin concerns, call dibs now cuz BWF is about to move things along]

[Quinn] [dibs because I gotta get something out in case I have to bail before the end!]

[Wyrmbreaker] Wyrmbreaker nods mutely to Kora and and Balance, the second nod deeper than the first. Then he gets up, leaning over to murmur briefly to Danicka before excusing himself from the gathering.

[Kieran Mondblume] *He pushes up, and then he takes the eight ball, shaking it idly.* Clearly, if he’s getting pissed off enough to drop a glass onto the ground and leave, something screwed up happened to him in the past. I think that’s part of the problem. We can’t fix these problems without years and years of therapy that we don’t have time for.

*He tosses the eight ball to his other hand.* But I will say, I’ve noticed every kin has their skills and talents. I don’t think I’m alone in saying, I’d like to hear about those instead.

[Quinn] The tall Fiann has retaken her seat now. It should be noted that she’s wearing clothes, and they’re probably pretty nice, and probably includes a shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal the tattoo on her right arm. Nothing fancy, just some cool looking birds.


She sits up a little straighter when there seems to be a lull, lifts her chin, and indicates she’d like the magic eight ball next. When it comes to her, Quinn doesn’t shake it to read her fortune, though she does smile a little down at it before standing to address the assembled.

“Hello,” she says, her voice warm, and still carries a touch of a Baltimore accent. “I’m Quinn, I own The Winchester tavern up in Lake View. Some of you might’ve heard of it. Like The Brotherhood, we’ve only got kin on staff, so it’s a safe place. If any of you are in the area and find yourself in need of a place to rest or otherwise recuperate for a while, the doors are open. To Kin and Garou alike.” After that, she rolls the ball from one hand to the other, says, “That’s it,” and passes it down the line rather than tossing it to the grand elder.

[Nash] The Jarl is understandably restless. On this side of the bar, the Fenrir are all standing; Nash looks like he probably ought to sit down, but for the moment, he’s still on his feet, his right arm held up against his midsection while bruised eyes watch the proceedings–silently, now that that first [and last] outburst is over with.

There is a lot going on, between Strider and Lord Kinfolk slamming out and slamming glasses. Nash, unlike many others, doesn’t have to stifle laughter. He glances around, then finds a place to rest his eyes when Kora starts to speak. He looks back at her when the Uktena speaks, as if looking for something, but he doesn’t lean over to whisper or anything else that might be considered disruptive.

[Delilah Marciano] Delilah sighs; she steps away from the table glancing around at the assembly one final time. She has heard enough, and the Grand Elder has yet to get beyond the first line of questioning. She turns away, slipping off in silence towards the back entrance of the Brotherhood’ hand retrieves her phone, texting her driver to come around to the back side to pick her up as she left the meeting.

[Kora] There’s something about the way Kora handled the eight-ball. Held it as if it were a cracked bone, as if there were marrow in it – rather than likely toxic water locked behind a window with catchy sayings on a plastic weighted die by children chained to extruding machines in some unlikely backwater of Guangdong province, China.

That sense of animal lingers around her. Her hair is pale, fine-stranded, her skin equally pale, winter-thing, dark eyes set above sharp cheeks made softer by the extra weight of advanced pregnancy. No matter: the wolf is still visible underneath. As now. Nash glances at her, and she lifts her chin, canting her head, dark eyes finding his with an unerring sort of grace. She holds the look for a quiet moment, then glances away.

[Balance Without Fault] The eightball comes back to Balance eventually, passed hand to hand until someone loses patience and tosses it. Catching it neatly, the Grand Elder takes a drink of water before going on.

“Let’s discuss that in a minute, Kieran, when we talk about the coalition some more. I have two incidents I want to go over. Unfortunately, Amunet, they both involve you.

“First up: the Brotherhood defense plans were posted up a couple of weeks ago, and you seemed to have something to say about it. Jenny mentioned you removed the original posting as something of an act of protest.” Over by the kitchen, Jenny looks mildly mortified. “What was that about, and has that been settled?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “It was less an act of protest than an act of frustration, Rhya. Again, the perception of being dictated to, rather than being acknowledged as being willing to work together. I apologize for my rash decision, and hope that my actions will not reflect poorly on those who can be held responsible for me.”

Her fingers run in her hair, eyes flickering away before meeting BWF’s once more. “It has been offered that there be a meeting with myself and those charged with the safety of the Brotherhood. I believe it is just a matter of finding a convenient time for everyone, and then the matter should be settled.”

[Danicka Musil] [Dibs!]

[Gina McClaren] *Her flask of corn liquor is reclaimed and settled back in her assets as she steps aside for the exiting Glasswalker kin. Strider kin maneuvering her way out of the kitchen with an eye to the floor, wary for any invisible shards lying in wait for small burnished feet. The kin moves to stand between Leon and Matt, dwarfed by a good foot or more by each. Curvy kin’s body language filling in the gaps where verbal communication was not allowed. She leans on Mirror’s whisper, floury skirt no doubt soiling his perfectly pressed suit. A painted toe prods Hostile Takeover’s knee, accompanied by a wry smile and a roll of eyes. Familiarity and Affection for both, mingled with no small exasperation at the proceedings. Her attention shifts to those speaking.*

[Honor’s Compass] [Kate has something to add! How do I — *hits the buzzer*]

[Danicka Musil] [Danicka yields to the ranked Garou present *gavel*]

[Wyrmbreaker] [dibs order is Kate, Danicka, then probably BWF.]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Sarita doesn’t fail to notice Gina’s brief interaction, such as it is, with Leon. Her eyes narrow a little bit, watching them, and anyone paying attention to her would notice a bit of bristling. She doesn’t speak out, merely watches for a long moment before looking back.

Yeah. She’ll be dealing with that later.

[Matthieu] Matthieu made certain to follow the kin across the floor. Whether Gina knew it or not those eyes followed her quietly. She drew closer and closer and even took the chance to squeeze herself between he and his beta. A slight smile grew and he peeked up at the woman with a hint of a smile. She had likely been drinking and was feeling pleasant. Which was surprisingly okay with the Garou who looked up at her with familiar eyes.

He didn’t speak however, simply welcomed her to join if she pleased.

[Leon Davenport] Finally something interesting happening to this meeting And no it’s not an angry kin storming out or incidents involving one with the Broho’splan or anything else. No, it’s the presence of a beautiful caramel skinned Strider kin, moving between him and his Alpha.

Shelean into Matt and that makes him smile, a genuine rare one from the Ahroun these days. Then she prds hm and the smile grew wider. He kept hi hands in his pants pockets, his smile turning into a grin. Then his piercing blue eyes were back on the meeting

There has been no GW kin here that he knew of. After all he knew Delilah only by her GWnet handle. He didn’t want any of his tribe’s kin getting into troubel tonight. He seem ot have had his wish granted.

[Kieran Mondblume] *His eyes, however, remain on Amy, and the Grand Elder. He looks, very briefly, worried, though it passes rather quickly. Nothing else in the meeting seems to catch his dark eyes.*

[Bridget Geroux] Bridget finally retakes her seat, glass in hand. Her brown eyes shift around the room as if for a second, she forgot where she was. The kinswoman shakes it off and sips the remaining whiskey, her eyes floating somewhere between Patrick and Kieran for whatever reason.

[Honor’s Compass] Honor’s Compass, who has, up until this moment been relatively silent, merely a formidable presence in so far as a regal Silver Fang of her ranking should be, standing to one side with her arms neatly folded over her chest; her coat open to reveal silk blouse beneath, the designer jeans and knee-high boots.

Immaculate as ever, she somehow managed to avoid it becoming ridiculous; her carefully arranged hair; her glossed lips. It was the animal grace in her that controlled it; the thrill of danger posed by those pale eyes of hers as they sweep the assembly, as manicured nails close over the eight ball.

Her eyes find Sarita’s sister.

“If I may, Rhya,” she says in her voice, rippling with its hint of french gentility, “I have some knowledge of these goings on. I was approached here at the Brotherhood by Adara, Song of Life, a Black Fury Galliard I believe my Alpha put in charge of the Brotherhood plans, along with Adamidas. She told me of the issues with the Kinswoman.”

A beat. “She asked my council, and two sides to this issue were brought before me, one from Garou and the other spoken on the behalf of the Kinfolk by one of Cockroaches Kin.” The Fang’s lip curves a little, inexplicably. “My sense was that they were working at cross-purposes, here. The Kinfolk, rightly enough, want their say in their own safety, but the Garou have their own notions on how Kinfolk need to be so protected.

My advice was to meet together, and discuss it. I believe this is the meeting Amunet is referring to.”

[Nash] With his left hand, Nash reaches up to scrub at his scruffy face when the tiny Indian woman moves across the room and proceeds to cause the blood pressure of at least four Trueborn to spike. He doesn’t sigh or stare, but when his hand comes away from his face and returns to his jacket pocket the kinsman glances over at Kora again.

That glance lasts only so long as the silence between active speakers; a few seconds after the regal blonde begins to speak, his eyes slowly drift away to acknowledge her.

[Rain McKellar] ((Rain will stay with the other Gaian kin until the meeting lets out, but her player must go to sleep soon. Thanks, all, for the scene.))

[Balance Without Fault] [night!]

[Danicka Musil] This time, the ball comes to Danicka more easily, since her mate has excused himself from the proceedings for the moment and it seems that Danicka doesn’t trust herself to catch the bizarre little toy if lobbed her way. She hears about the defense plan — something she’s only heard rumors of, not the story she just got. She looks at Amunet briefly when she takes the 8-ball, but in the end, doesn’t address the Strider kin as she did earlier.

“-Rhya,” she says, to Balance Without Fault, “the Kinfolk have tried before to establish leadership amongst themselves before, but in that case and in this one, there’s a serious problem with Garou being kept out of the loop.” She thinks a moment. “If the Kinfolk want to be heard by the Garou — to have a voice, for example, in deciding the defense plan for the Brotherhood of Thieves, to have at least some kind of vote in matters that affect them personally, then is there any reason why the Garou in charge of defense for this place should not have a Kinfolk — preferably a resident — whose counsel is sought in decisions about it?”

A beat. She blinks those round, green eyes of hers, turning to look at Amunet. “And maybe, if only to limit the amount of suspicion and paranoia and rumors of discontent, maybe an alliance of Kinfolk would have a better chance of success if there is a Garou involved in the proceedings and decisions being made — not to dictate, not to rule, but to communicate the needs the Garou have to the Kin, and vice versa?”

[Balance Without Fault] Balance listens to Katherine with clear attentiveness; then Danicka.

“It’s become increasingly clear to me tonight that some level of constant communication needs to be set up between the Garou of this Sept and the Kin. That’s part of what I wanted to discuss when we talk about the coalition a little more. I realize I’ve delayed the discussion of the coalition again and again, but I’m going to have to ask for your patience a little longer.”

He turns back to Amunet.

“There will always be some level of dictation, Amunet. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. The Nation is not a democracy. There is one Grand Elder. One Warder. One warleader. One Garou in charge of the defense of the Brotherhood, and one Garou assisting her.

“It’s not your place to rebel against that order. If you feel unheard, then speak. You may bring your suggestions up, just as anyone else can — and it seems that with Honor’s Compass’s counsel, you intend to do exactly that.

“You may not, however, display blatant insubordination to those who rank over you. And you must understand that the final say still belongs to those charged with the keeping of the Brotherhood. This isn’t a kin/Garou issue. It’s a simple issue of hierarchy. I would say the same to your sister Sarita, or even to the Philodox Elder.”

Balance turns the magic eightball over in his hands, then continues.

“The second point I wanted to address specifically is this. I’ve heard reports that you were seeking a Garou to … beat you? And that you would tape this as some sort of instructional video?

“What’s the story there, Amunet? I hardly know where to begin.”

[Amunet Knezevic] She looks very tired, very suddenly, tongue bitten to keep herself quiet as she waits her turn.

[Kieran Mondblume] *He flinches visibly.*

[August Grant] A brow rose.

That sounded like the single most stupid idea she’s heard in awhile.

Was that girl daft?

[Izzy Montoya] She’s wanting…. what?! Izzy’s head whips about so quickly her hair flies in a semi circle, smacking her in the face while she stares at Amunet with dropped jaw…. only to have it snap shut on the comment not quite bitten back..

“Motherfu…” snap.

She turns, and stalks to the kitchen. She needs a serious drink. Now.

[Quinn] Quinn actually does a double-take, and frowns at Amunet.Her thoughts are similar August’s. What would that even teach?

[Kieran Mondblume] *He raises one hand, however, before forgetting himself, and he holds his hand out for the ball.*

[Jackson Montgomery] He blinks as the idea for the original plan comes out in a horribly mangled, telephone version of what was actually discussed. He looks at Balances With Fault, then at Amunet and back, before he takes a [[DIBS]] after Amunet.

[Bridget Geroux] Bridget tenses in her little corner of the world, and the nearly empty glass falls into her lap before she catches it. A slight amount of whiskey and ice bleed into the fabric.

“Shit,” she says under her breath. Looking directly to BWF with an expression of apology, she zips it quickly, gathers her skirts, and moves towards the kitchen following Izzy.

[Kieran Mondblume] ((Though I am willing to wait for dibs till after Amy and Jackson have had their say))

[Leon Davenport] Leon blinked a few times, eyes on Amy. Ok…now that was..well..totally crazy even for her. He actually had to look at Sarita with a brow raised as if asking her..what the hell? But he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t smile or anything. He was mostly, perplexed by all of this.

He had an idea why she’d ask that, but to him it dodn’t seem like the right way to do things.

[Danicka Musil] Danicka, in the face of people restraining the urge to curse, of staring, of double-takes… blinks at Amunet. There’s no anger, no sudden omgwtfbbq. But surprise. And definite, strong interest in hearing something other than the rumor that Balance Without Fault wants to be explained and clarified.

[Gina McClaren] *Wait – woah.. What? Gina arcs her back away from Matt, squinting at the better bred strider kin across the room. Expression caugt between disgust and disbeleif. She looks up to Matt meaningfully, as if to say “Didn’t I tell you? Crazy. Every fucking one of them.” That flask gets retrieved and sampled from once more.*

[Amunet Knezevic] “Okay. So” She takes a deep breath. Remember what Stefan said, Ames…

“First of all, it was an idea that was being batted around. Just that. I’m unsure why everyone seems content to run around asking everyone else why I’m doing what I’m doing, but that seems to be the trend. It was considered, it was discussed, and nothing has been done. There’s no reason for anyone to assume that it’s moving forward.

As for being secretive and not wanting Garou involvement in the alliance, that is simply not true. The Shadow Lord Nathalie has offered her assistance, and I have taken her up on that. I’m not hiding anything. I’m not trying to exclude anyone that would benefit the alliance.”

She gestures toward the departing Bridget. “She wants to talk, but she wasn’t there for the conversation. She’s referring to Adara, the Fury. She asked to be included in the alliance, and when reminded it was a kinfolk alliance, she compared it to the KKK. Jackson was there for the conversation. I’m sure he can back me up. My issue with allowing her to be part of this isn’t that she’s Garou, it’s that she’s a shitty excuse for a Garou.”

[Quinn] [dibs!]

[Wyrmbreaker] [Dibs is Jackson, Kieran, Quinn right now — though BWF might cut in line at some point!]

[Quinn] [WHOOPS! That was supposed to be Joey!]

[Amunet Knezevic] [I’m assuming she’ll be asked to explain that….]

[Wyrmbreaker] [joey –> jackson –> kieran]

[Kieran Mondblume] ((And Ki gives up his dibs.)) *He lowers his hand again, and then he goes back to listening.*

[Honor’s Compass] [Damn it, now Kate has to speak up. SORRY.]

[Wyrmbreaker] [kate –> joey –> jackson –> kieran]

[Matthieu] His eyes meet Gina’s own and he looks back at the kin though he doesn’t nod. His eyes say enough and he reassures her with a slight pat to the small of her back. Though the Galliard doesn’t wish to appear as if he isn’t listening and taking in every word. Indeed he was listening to everything that was said. Formulating an opinion on each and every personality that shows itself here tonight.

[Izzy Montoya] She’s not long. Long enough to have a shot and pour a second that she brings with her, in time to hear that it was just an idea being bat around, without nay explanation whatsoever. Her jaw tenses, and she finds a space of wall to lean against, setting the glass on the table and lighting another cigarette.

[Jackson Montgomery] [[Officially voicing a request to try to keep a bit closer to the 10 minute posting limit that was established for Dibbers.]]

[Honor’s Compass] Katherine’s eyes cut toward Amy.

“That is the second occasion I have heard, and the first directly from your lips of insult to Song of Life, Amunet. I do not care who you believe you are, who your mate is or how valid your cause — you will pay the respect due to a Garou or you will be sending your mate to every door in the Sept to make amends for your mouth.

I said it before, I say it again.

Respectful disagreement.”

[Bridget Geroux] Bridget returns soon after, patting at her skirt with a towel. She passes Izzy and takes her seat again, then offers her hand up to speak for the second time.

[Bridget Geroux] [Dibs when it gets her direction]

[Kora] Kora does not glance at Amunet. Her dark eyes track Izzy, though, as she weaves through the room. Then, the creature glances back at Nash. Fine blond brows arch eloquently over her shadowed eyes. Restlessness runs patterned beneath her skin. Even standing still she looks ready to prowl.

[Wyrmbreaker] [joey –> jackson –> kieran –> bridget]

[August Grant] Even though she really, really wanted to be here for this lovely conversation – the pregnant girl’s bladder could only hold out so long. So, carefully enough, she made her way to the ladies room .. and then to the kitchen, where she’d find a snack and linger in the door for a moment eating before returning to her chair.

[Joey] The magic eight ball starts to head toward another kin, but the Fostern Rotagar indicates the need for an interception. It goes to Kate first, and when it gets to Joey, she palms it, and inclines her head toward Amy.

“Just t’clarify, this idea,” she reaches up her free hand to pantomime air quotes, “was brought to the elders ’cause you’d already gone at least to Burnout lookin’ for a volunteer. And when I talked to you about it, everything you said told me you were set on goin’ through with it, despite warnings and consequences.

“So you’re not bein’ called out on it just ’cause someone’s followin’ some sort’ve trend.”

The eight ball is passed on.

[Kieran Mondblume] ((Ki actually gave up his dibs.))

[Amunet Knezevic] [dibs after bridget, please]

[Wyrmbreaker] [jackson –> bridget –> amunet!]

[Jackson Montgomery] He takes the 8=Ball and steps forward. “Just to provide my own perspective on this idea. Which, at least when we discussed it, was just an idea. It was brainstorming possibilities, nothing more. Amunet asked me, since I was a film student, if there was a way for us to be able to film…not a Garou beating the tar out of a kinfolk, Amy or otherwise. But potential sparring sessions. The reason for this would be that, if we were in a situation where combat was inevitable, we’d be more capable. This wasn’t ‘Beat the shit out of me and film it and you’ll know what it’s like to be in a fight. Hell, a Garou could spar with someone in homid and we could film that. These specifics weren’t even gone over because it was one three minute portion of one much longer discussion.

“The key was, and what we were discussing, was that if it was done, it would have to be done securely. No internet access to the video. Not multiple copies floating around. Again, this was a big if, and I felt it was conceivably possible, if not a sure thing. No one was setting up sets or anything like that, I wasn’t figuring out lighting and camera angles or what lens to use. As near as I knew, Amunet was checking with Garou to see if there would even be volunteers, because if not the rest didn’t even matter.

He frowns. “If there was some kind of telephone situation where it wasn’t properly communicated, then there you have it. But the idea was far saner and far more brainstorming than that I just heard. Obviously the Veil was our first concern and what we were discussing before any considerations came into play.”

[Hunter] [hunter taking dibs after bridget, before amunet]

[Gina McClaren] *Gina’s taking a fourth shot. Amazing how much alcohol can disappear into the little Indian woman in so short a period of time. The flask’s cap clinks metallic and resolute as its popped on tightly. Flask itself handed to Leon, a flat palm held up, then making an abrupt cutting motion. The fuzziness in her stomach and the hazy tingle behind brown eyes told her anymore would loosen her tongue, and no one wanted that tonight. So the woman who was rapidly becoming a lush entrusts her fire water to the Glasswalker , before settling back against the Silverfang’s comforting hand. Her eyes slip firmly shut.*

[Balance Without Fault] [bridget –> hunter –> amunet]

[Bridget Geroux] “That reminds me when Carter took your injuries last time. We all asked you about the bruises and you wouldn’t answer. I let it go because you seemed uncomfortable, but if I thought for a second you might want someone to beat you up… What the hell, Amy? How do you expect to display leadership among us with… whatever is going on?”

She stops and shakes her head. “I’m sorry, Amy. That got a bit too personal. But when I saw you talking to Song of Life, I just couldn’t hear it anymore. By the way, she has shown nothing but the utmost respect for my crazy ass ways and was one of the very few Garou who has encouraged me to keep doing my work rather than some Garou who have discouraged me from it. Maybe they’ve done it because they cared, but she is one of the few Garou I’d be more than willing to invite to my own house just to shoot the shit. I respect and admire the hell out of the Garou who treat kinfolk– even those not of their tribe– like the family we are. Family might be my whole grievance in the first place.”

“My other issue with the alliance is, like Danicka repeated earlier, that it is too jealously guarded, even from other kinfolk. My father, Meuric ‘Bear’ Geroux for those of you who care about the formality, used to tell me all the time how Septs grow weaker when not even the kinfolk can rely on one another as family.”

[Leon Davenport] He looked at Gina with a grin and took the flask out of her hand, making it disapear in his suit’s jacket. He nodded to her, letting her know it will be returned to her eventually. Not that it wasn’t a big deal if she had something of hers. She had something of him.

So it was with familiarity that he gently nudge her before looking back at those talking.

[Bridget Geroux] [First part got cut off:]
Bridget looks towards Amy with raised eyebrows as she takes the 8 ball, an expression of genuine concern.

[Balance Without Fault] [hunter’s up, then amunet, then BWF is taking the ball]

[Hunter] [oh shit browser didn’t refresh gimme a minute]

[Danicka Musil] At the bar, Danicka glances at the door, wondering about her mate, and frankly about Carter. She sips her water and returns her attention to the discussion. There’s no lightly thoughtful look on her face now. She’s quite serious. Bordering, in fact, on visibly tense.

[Hunter] The eight ball gets grasped in one meaty palm and he doesn’t stand to speak.

“Amy came to me first I believe, out of any Garou, sayin’ she wanted me to do it. I explained this to her at the time but I’ll repeat it because it seems ya’ don’t quite get it Jackson.”

A beat.

“For starters, Amy squarin’ off vs me in any form is just gonna be a beatin’ plain n’ simple. That’s just all there is to it. Secondly from what I was told the purposes for doin’ this was so that kinfolk could get some expertise on how to fight against a fuckin’ spiral — scuse ma language — n’that she’d want me to fight her not just in human form.

Now I don’t know what ya’ know bout’ spirals but fightin’ ya’ is about the last thing they’re gonna do. It won’t be in human form, so sparrin’ vs me in homid ain’t gonna teach ya’ shit. It won’t be to kill ya’ n’I don’t think I need to — nor should I try to, or am adequately able to — express just what they’d be tryin’ to do.

The flaws of this video been pointed out by my Beta quite clearly to Amy, but from where I stand there’s some seriously misguided ideas based on the fact that ya’ thought that me puttin’ a kin near death would actually help anyone learn anythin’ of value against that group’a devils.”

There’s a beat and then:

“The fact that ya’ thought me doin’ that could help is, quite frankly, god damn insultin’.”

[Kora] (going to bed folks. Kora’s still around looking restless and pregnant. Jamie has my permission to NPC her and directions for certain circumstances, cheers!)

[Balance Without Fault] [amunet–>BWF!]

[Amunet Knezevic] “I didn’t want to shame the Trueborn that gave me the bruises, Bridget. No one knew that he was going to heal them, and I certainly didn’t seek him out to do it.

And again, Bridget, you don’t know the whole story. Good for you that you get along with her. I don’t, and I have solid reasons why that is the case.

HOW am I being secretive? What kinfolk have I turned away? I don’t understand how not ramming an alliance down the kin’s throat turns into me being secretive. Explain.”

She flinches when Hunter speaks, eyes searching out anywhere to rest on but him. Her fingers run in her hair again, then move to scratch between her shoulder blades. “Fucking funny how you tell her fucking everything except the shit you’re ashamed of”

[Bridget Geroux] [Dibs if offered]

[Izzy Montoya] She felt Kora’s eyes on her, but she doesn’t meet her gaze. Not yet. Not right away. In fact, it’s not until Hunter’s clarifying that her gaze snaps up again, and there’s something.. something there. Something in dark eyes that’s clearly…

…well. Of all here, only Kora knows and only with passing details. Izzy tightens her hand around the drink, and pushes from the wall. She takes a step forward, and then shakes her head. Then, when she finally looks up and meets Kora’s gaze, her teeth audibly grind, and she turns, sets the drink down and heads to the door.

and if there’s a muttered curse or ten, well. No one who knows her is surprised.

[Balance Without Fault] [bwf is taking the ball!]

[Hunter] There’s a moment where Hunter simply stares at Amy with his jaw firmly set and then? He looks away, relaxes in his seat as much as the — sometimes high strung — Ahroun could ever relax under such conditions.

[Prayers to Broken Stone] Prayers to Broken Stone has been lounging against a wall in his hoodie; arms folded over his chest; sniffing every now and then as if he had a cold. There’s been a beer bottle in one of his hands fairly steadily and at some point; he’d excused himself to raid the kitchen; he returns now, to discussion of beatings and video tapes and something about Hunter being ashamed.

He bites a hunk out of his sandwich, and shuffle-excuses his way back to his little spot like that annoying late-comer at the movies who blocks out the screen as the heroine and her man get it on finally.

[Balance Without Fault] “Enough.” Balance takes the ball back. “I don’t want to dwell on this longer than we have to. This is not a public lynching. I’ll say this, and then we move on.

“Amunet, videotaping a Garou is a very bad idea. Videotaping a Garou in non-Homid form is a worse idea. Asking a non-homid Garou to attack you so you can videotape is insanity. I realize this was a brainstorm. But that sort of idea should never even come to your mind. Not simply because of the threat to the Veil, but because it tells me that you genuinely believe with enough training a kin would have options against a Dancer in warform beyond running.

“Izzy Montoya mentioned earlier that you were going to get people killed. I’m starting to see her point.

“Let me be very clear on this: you can train if you want to. You can learn first aid, you can learn self defense. If the Warleader judges you capable, we are even willing to entertain the idea of an elite kin squad assaulting light targets to support their Garou brethren. But you are not equipped to fight a Garou in warform. If you’re so unlucky as to be caught by one, you should run. And you should teach your friends to run — not lull them into some misguided idea that they might be able to fight and win.”

Balance’s fingers tap restlessly on the eightball for a moment. Then he goes on:

“I want to move on to discussion the coalition, its leadership, and the idea of establishing a Garou-kin liaison to maintain an open line of communication between the kin and Garou of this Sept. Before we get there, I just have two more questions:

“Bridget, you mentioned something about a Garou forbidding you from something you want to do. Be more specific. What do you speak of?

“And Amunet, you accuse Hunter of not speaking of something he’s ashamed of. What are you speaking of?”

[Bridget –> then Amunet, unless she rejects it!]

[Kieran Mondblume] *He looks back to Hunter at that, and he sighs deeply. Looking back to Amy. And then back to BWF. Again watching. He wants to speak, but the words are not coming easily, it seems, so he keeps his mouth shut.*

[Matthieu] Matthieu watches in preparation for Amunet’s response. The Galliard was standing ready and keeping his attention on every word that would come out of the Kin’s mouth.

[Gina McClaren] *Curiouser and Curiouser. Gina’s eyes slowly open, and her gaze rests on Hunter, expression inquiring, her head tilted to the side. Not unlike a german shepard trying to puzzle out an algebra equation.

That is to say – hopelessly lost.

She looks from Leon and Matt back to Hunter, as though she might figure out whats shaking through some sort of elaborate half drunk social triangulation.*

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] The Strider is watching with the most intense look of concentration anyone’s ever seen on her face. It is focused on her sister and the Grand Elder. It could be because she’s curious–tense?–to see what might be said, or it could be because she’s not wanting to look at certain individuals who might raise her ire. Her expression is pained. It’s clear to anyone who might look at her that although her protectorate obligations are over with, it certainly doesn’t mean that she doesn’t care. She knows how her sister must feel right now, what this is like for her, because she knows Amy so well.

She would rather it be her in that place instead of Amy, being questioned and having doubt heaped on by others.

[Bridget Geroux] Bridget fidgets with the ball when it comes her way, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Amy, if that got a bit too personal. Catch me later if you want.”

She continues quickly. “I have on a few occasions been told by several Garou. Forgive me, but one didn’t tell me his name. The other was Simon, who I think expressed concern over my well being. I should explain. The Sept I am from is in the Rockies, in the middle of nowhere. I’m not boasting, but I know I’m a skilled survivalist. It feels unnatural going for so long in the city without getting some fresh air. But on several occasions, without explanation, I’ve been discouraged from going outside of the city to… do my thing.”

The Fianna kin continues, “I don’t understand what the difference is if I’m alone in the city or in the woods. I can handle myself just fine out there, and I’ve gone out there on several occasions on my own before Simon and some others told me I shouldn’t.”

[Balance Without Fault] “And that’s all you’re doing? Just going into the woods to … hike?”

He tosses the ball back.

[Leon Davenport] His shift position slightly, watching Amunet, glancing at Sarita and then Hunter. What will Amy say? He hoped that Amy will decide not to tlk. For herself, for Hunter and maybe for him. He wasn’t sure what Amy meant, what Hunter did or didn’t do., but somethings were sad that didn’t make him entirely comfortable

Thongs has been dealt with and he had no intention to have them brought back to the forefront.

[Bridget Geroux] Bridget catches it, “No. I hunt. I check the trails, get familiar with the landscape. Sometimes, I stay out there for quite a while with little or no supplies. It’s… no different from what I did back home.”

[Derek Anderson] (*things has been dealt..)

[August Grant] {Alright, gotta get to bed – August will stay through the meeting with the other Coggies. Night all.)

[Danicka Musil] [Night! Thanks for playing!]

[Prayers to Broken Stone] [Patrick will take a break from eating to pipe in at some point RE: Bridget.]

[Bridget Geroux] [Add: check the landscape, figure out the flora and fauna.]

[Balance Without Fault] “I see no harm in that. Patrick, you represent the Fianna. What do you think?”


[Bridget Geroux] Bridget seems quite pleased with BWF’s comment, but waits on Patrick’s response.

[Hunter] [if anyone wants a description post of hunter’s appearance etc right now let me know otherwise I’m just chillin’ LOL]

[Nash] [I don’t think I’ll survive without one.]

[Rosie] Rosalie has been very quiet. Nothing more than another small body among a wealth of very well bred kin and Garou. While the conversation continues between the primary parties, the kin slips her fingers inside the front pocket of her jeans and removes her cell phone. She is quiet and unobtrusive while her fingers move quickly over the Qwerty keyboard.

[Balance Without Fault] [angelina, since your post is pretty separate from this business with Bridget, you might wanna start pre-writing!]

[Hunter] [AHAHAHA, gina just got a trillion empathy suxx ;((( ]

[Prayers to Broken Stone] Prayers to Broken Stone sets his beer down and catches the eightball the way a baseball player might; both hands. He’s finishing chewing his sandwich as he goes and holds up a finger briefly to swallow, then thump himself over his chest to help work it down.

Brushing crumbs from his mouth, the intensely-blue eyed Galliard of Last Watch speaks simply, without intention for pretty wording.

“Thanks, man — Rhya, man. Uh, look I know Bridget fairly well. I think I can say with an attempt at authority she’s not insane, girl can hold her own when fist comes at face. I have no problem with her hiking in the woods. I think of some of the Kinfolk here, no respect really, but I think of them, she’d do pretty well.

So, yeah.”

He nods at the Fiann, and lobs off the eightball.

[Kieran Mondblume] ((And I am passing out. The coughing has not ceased, so whatever he might say in response I can wait on for now, I think.))

[Prayers to Broken Stone] [no.. DISrespect. Hooboy.]

[Jackson Montgomery] [[Jackson: *Pitches a fit and storms out weeping*]]

[Nash] When his phone buzzes in his pocket, he does not whip it out to see who it is while still in the midst of the meeting. He hears it, and quietly steps out from between Holden and Kora to find some sort of an exit. Being as he’s never been in here before, it takes a moment before he realizes the kitchen is through the swinging doors and manages to make it that way, moving at an unhurried pace, keeping his right arm held to his ribs.

Whatever he sees when he ends up in the kitchen makes him laugh, and then the door swings shut behind him.

[Amunet Knezevic] She catches the ball, eyes on BWF and nowhere else. “I understand that it’s a bad idea, Rhya. I put more stock into Laughs in the Face of Death Rhya’s words than was evident at the time. I assure you, the idea had been abandoned long before this meeting.”

Her teeth catch the corner of her bottom lip for a moment, before her head shakes. “I apologize for the comment. To both you and Burnout Rhya as well. It wasn’t about anything pertinent to the discussion or the Nation, just something that my brother and I should discuss at a later time”

[Rosie] Blue eyes sweep over Amunet’s face but what – if anything – she’s thinking at that moment are not completely obvious. Her fingers ghost over her phone before she slides it closed and stands from her chair where she’d been sitting. There’s a quiet apology given to those seated nearest her before she edges away and manoeuvres a path through the proper area and into the kitchen.

[Balance Without Fault] [crap — this goes in before Amunet — ]

“I’d add only two admonishments to that. First: I’d keep that sort of solitude to a minimum until the kinhunter business has passed. You’ll be easy pickings on your own, miles from anyone else. Second: I hope to Gaia you’re hunting rabbits and deer, not Wyrm creatures.”

[Amunet Knezevic] [*scootches back to make room*]

[Prayers to Broken Stone] Patrick watches as one by one, Kinfolk slip into the kitchen. He cranes his neck.

“What is there some secret door I don’t know of back there?” He calls at random, then grimaces in a ‘my bad’ way if looked at sharply for speaking out of turn. He does gesture at the kitchen to others though, in a what gives manner.

[Bridget Geroux] Bridget shakes her head at that. “Oh, god no. I’m not that much of a moonbrain.”

[Derek Anderson] He lean against the wall, listening, not talking. He has been one of the few Kin who didn’t speak up and was still there. And he wasn’t going to leave until the meeting was over. He was Silver Fang and he would do things properly. Beside, it was somewhat interesting. He learned a few things, watching everyone, listening.

He offered Rain and August a smile as both kin were obiosuly tired, August understandably so, being prengant and all. He will offer her andEla a ride home after the meeting and Rain too, unless she leaves with one of Kora’s people

[Gina McClaren] *Dark eyes slide from Hunter to his Fenrir Packmate. Flick to Gina’s kinfolk tribesmate. Tipsy kin contemplative as she rests against Mirror’s Whisper, considering the garou of Defiance a moment longer. Leon’s tenseness is sensed in a peripheral, instinctive manner, and dealt with just as naturally. Gina tugs his shirt-sleeve in a gesture of comradery, before settling back in to listen. She’d leave to go to “work” once the meeting was over.*

[ok! I have got to sleep or I’m just going to start typing “Ale-Alejandro Ale Alejandrooo” over and over again. Or something equally inane. Good Night folks! Have fun!]

[Joey] [Do I want to know what’s going on in the kitchen? curiositah!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Balance Without Fault] [night!]

[Joey] It’s the laughter that has Joey looking back toward the kitchen, as the Fenrir kinsman disappears behind the swinging door. And it’s Patrick calling attention to it that has her curiosity piqued.

But this meeting is srs bznz. Joey manages to contain that desire to know. At least for now.

[Balance Without Fault] [typing, folks! sorry it’s taking a while!]

[Balance Without Fault] Balance considers Amunet a moment, then nods. “Fair enough. Let’s move on.”

A moment’s pause, reflective. Then Balance takes another drink of water, sets the eightball down beside him, and speaks.

“I think we got somewhere tonight. I think we addressed a lot of concerns, some minor and some major, that needed to be talked about. That said, I think there’s still a lot up in the air, and it’s pretty evident that we need a more permanent mode of communication between the kin and the Garou of this Sept.

“I’m taking a page from my tribesmen in southern California. I’m hereby creating two new offices in this Sept: a Sept liaison amongst the kin, and a Kin liaison amongst the Garou. Their task is simple. They represent the kin and the Garou, respectively, and they interface with each other to make sure there’s an open line of communication at all times.

“If a kin has an issue that requires the attention of the Garou, bring it to the Sept Liaison. He or she is the voice of the kin in this Sept. Whatever the issue, the Sept Liaison is in charge of speaking to the appropriate Tribal Alpha to find a resolution, or — if it’s a matter that affects all the Garou — the Kin Liaison. The Sept Liaison is also tasked with passing critical information from the kin to the Garou. I will consider allowing the Sept Liaison to stand witness at the Crackings of the Bone, though I want to hear the Philodox Elder’s opinion on protocol and precedent first.

“In complement, the Kin Liaison will attend coalition meetings — primarily as a listener, but also as a voice for the Garou when necessary. The Kin Liaison will have a direct line to me and the other Sept and Tribal Elders as necessary. It’s also my hope that the Kin Liaison will have the basic leadership skills necessary to independently handle minor issues.

“Now, as to who will fulfill these roles — Mirror’s Whisper, you spoke earlier of your pack’s role. It seems to me that you’re ideally suited to our Kin Liaison. If you’re willing, the job is yours.”

[Wyrmbreaker] It’s in the middle of Balance’s speech that the door opens and Wyrmbreaker slips back in. He takes his seat by Danicka again. He looks a little worn out, but — rather glad, surprisingly.

There’s no blood on him anywhere. He takes his mate’s hand as he sits, squeezes it once, and then turns to pay attention to the Grand Elder.

[Amunet Knezevic] Her breath catches and holds. There is absolutely no doubt how much she desires to be named to the newly formed position.

[Bridget Geroux] Bridget pays a glance to Amy, her face grows concerned. Her eyes flick back to Balance Without Fault as she backs away towards the bar, making herself less obtrusive. Bridget won’t touch that with a ten foot pole unless someone beat her with it and tied it to her arms.

[Wyrmbreaker] [sorry to wreck your transcript, unbrokenites, but!

Lukas caught up to Carter outside and offered him the choice between getting exiled and going voluntarily into house arrest for a month. Carter agreed to house arrest, so he’ll be shacking up at the Loft. Sorry, Kate!

Lukas also stipulated that he’ll have a stormcrow following him around, and that he’s only allowed to be at the Loft and immediately surrounding areas or at work. If he wants a guest over, he has to get Kate’s permission.

Carter wanted to continue training kin, so Lukas said he’d ask Kate if it was okay for Carter to use the rumpus room. If not, Lukas will find him a dojo or something.

/end transmission!]
to Danicka Musil, Honor’s Compass, Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Honor’s Compass] [I’m typing!]

to Honor’s Compass, Sarita Ecos de la Risa, Wyrmbreaker

[Matthieu] He nods his head back at Balance without Fault and his smile shows.”Thank you, I should like that my pack serve as a representative not only of the Garou but as a display of what the Garou and Kin can accomplish together. I would proudly accept the role as I would never wish our kin in this sept to go without a voice. They are the heart of our society and I should like that we can repair any rifts between us soon enough.”He smiles and looks to the other Kin present.

[Honor’s Compass] Honor’s Compass has been frowning in consideration for some time as discussion and debate wore on; when Balance Without Fault calls for her opinion on the matter of a Kinfolk standing in attendance at the Moots, she stirs and tosses a wave of silky gold hair over a shoulder; taking hold once more of the ball.

“I see no true issue with the appointed Kinfolk Liaison attending Moots within reason. I do not believe that unless they have matters to bring forward, they need be present and when they are, it would be my advice, Rhya, that they speak only when other matters have been addressed — unless there is reason why they should speak before the collected Garou.

I would further suggest that bearing in mind whoever gains this position, that their tribal Alpha be held responsible for their safety and conduct during appearances at our Moots.”

[Honor’s Compass] [Kate has no issue with the naughty Kinfolk being chained to her house. She has a free room available for him, chains optional.

She’ll provide him with a spare key and inform him he is welcome to make use of the rumpus space as long as he’s respectful to Kate’s other guests and knows if he steps out of line she’ll put him down.]
to Danicka Musil, Sarita Ecos de la Risa, Wyrmbreaker

[Balance Without Fault] [dibs list: kate –> BWF!]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [Sarita says: “Long as I don’t have to dodge gunfire for using all the hot water in the shower, sounds like a plan.” Though she’s super-distracted at the moment, too.]]
to Danicka Musil, Honor’s Compass, Wyrmbreaker

[Danicka Musil] [Sinclair sez: WEEE-OOO. TEQUILAAA.]
to Honor’s Compass, Sarita Ecos de la Risa, Wyrmbreaker

[Balance Without Fault] [i’m an idiot, it wasn’t refreshing.]

[Balance Without Fault] Balance Without Fault listens to Katherine; it’s readily apparent that her word is carefully attended to and weighed. Nodding, he takes the eightball back.

“Fair enough. The Sept Liaison may attend the Cracking of the Bone as a witness. He or she may speak if and only if they have a valid concern to bring forth on behalf of all the kin. The tribal Alpha of this kin is held responsible for the Sept Liaison’s safety and conduct.

“With that said, I’ll consider nominations for the Sept Liaison now.”

[Hunter] [dibs]

[Hunter] Hunter takes the eight ball for the second time tonight and by the way he keeps glancing over his shoulder at the kitchen it’s probably going to be the last time.

“Let me just say Amy’s eager if nuthin’ else. She wants to help n’despite all that’s been said tonight, I think her hearts in the right place which is more than can be said for some kinfolk.

In saying that, I spoke with Imogen Slaughter, she’s agreed to step in and help out the cause that Amy’s started n’I think we’d all be fools not to consider her for nomination. She couldn’t be here tonight cause she’s cleanin’ up the mess one’a our kind left behind, but I think she’d do this if it were offered to her.”

The way he looks at Amy is apologetic if anything, but having said his piece, he hands the eight ball on.

[Bridget Geroux] Bridget makes her way quietly over to Patrick, then leans over and whispers something quietly to her Tribal Elder. It is the briefest of moments before she touches his shoulder and retreats into the kitchen.

[Nash] [Oh shit I’m supposed to be proxying for Liz/Kora!

Yes. Dibbage –> seconding of Hunter’s nomination of Imogen for Kora.]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[DIBS]]

[Amunet Knezevic] Just remember, some people there will be skeptical. Some may even try to show that you is not ready by trying to entice your anger. Do not let them bait you.

She brushes her hair back, putting on her very best poker face. It got them out of San Antonio unscathed, it can sure as fuck get her out of this meeting with at least a shred of dignity.

[Balance Without Fault] [go ahead, sarita – jamie was just OOCing it!]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Sarita takes the 8-Ball. And believe it or not, she actually considers the thing for a moment before she speaks.

“I really like this idea of Kin and a Sept Liasons. It’s thinking outside the box, which is something our people don’t do often enough. And it’s my job…the job of all of my Auspice…to encourage thinking outside of the box, finding new ways to make the war work. This is exactly one of those things, so I’m a fan.”

“As to who…I’ve heard great things about Imogen. I have absolutely no doubt that they’re true. But I don’t know her. I’ve never met her, or seen her around the Brotherhood during my admittedly short time here. That’s not saying she’s negligent, and certainly I’m not here all the time. But we have a lot of kin that come in and out of here. Even the amount of time I’ve been here, I’ve seen a lot come and go. We need someone who’s regularly in contact with the kin and has their ear to the ground, and has ideas. Maybe not always the best of ideas, but that’s part of why they’ll be working with others, Garou AND Kin. Getting the right ideas pushed forward, and the well-meaning but not well thought-out ones squashed. Which, to be honest, seems to be what’s been happening.”

She twirls the magic 8-Ball like a basketball for a moment, staring at it, then looks up. “Amunet’s done the legwork. She’s got her ear to the ground, and she’s got the drive. She’s got the right ideas, even if some of the wrong are there too sometimes, and she’s willing to listen and hear other people’s opinions, take them into account, and learn from what hasn’t worked to make the right things work better. I think she’s the right person for the job.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[spins on her finger. Y’know, Harlem Globetrotter style. Since “twirls” don’t make no sense. :P]]

[Joey] [Dibs!]

[Danicka Musil] [Dibs, as well.]

[Balance Without Fault] [joey –> danicka]

[Joey] Joey holds out her hands for the magic eight ball, catches it easily if it gets tossed her way. Before she speaks, she grins at her auspicemate, would tip her hat if she were wearing one.

“My associate raises some good points. As for stickin’ around, Imogen’s a rock. She’s been here since long before I got here, an’ I’m pretty sure she’ll still be standing’ when the world’s finally fallin’ to pieces. That said,” she tosses the eight ball from one hand to the other, “Sarita’s right. She’d be a good candidate an’ all, but she’s not here. She’s out there, helpin’ clean up after our messes, but still.

“So how ’bout someone who is?” Holding the magic eight ball with one hand, once again she uses it to point, this time to the Shadow Lord kinswoman by Lukas’ side. “I suggest Danicka. She’s been around a long while, an’ though I don’t know ‘er much beyond her reputation, she’s always been nice an’ respectful.” When it seems the woman in question would like the ball next, Joey doesn’t toss it directly to her. Remembering the earlier incident, she instead lobs it underhand to Lukas.

[Joey] [oh god random apostrophe should make that “standin'” please don’t mistake her for Hunter!]

[Wyrmbreaker] Lukas catches the eightball and, since he has it anyway, speaks up.

“I second that,” he says, “and not because she’s my mate. Because she’s spoken sense every time she opened her mouth. Because she’s respected by the spirits, and pays them respects in return. And because a year ago she did the legwork and set up a coalition before handing it over to the leadership of another kin — who promptly disappeared.

“She’s proved herself. If she wants the job,” and he looks at Danicka for a moment here, considering, “I’d listen to her.”

He passes it over to her.

[Matthieu] [I need to AFK a little bit hopefully Matt isn’t needed for the next half hour!]

[Balance Without Fault] [see you in a bit dude!]

[Joey] [it’s so weird seeing “dude” next to BWF’s name]

[Jackson Montgomery] [[‘Homey’ would have been even better.]]

[Honor’s Compass] [CAN KATE SPEAK. …oops, capsrage.]

[Balance Without Fault] [danicka’s got it, unless kate wants to snatch it out of her hands!]

[Honor’s Compass] [*steeples fingers* …okay, not really. But Kate does want to add something.]

[Nash] [Rage, rage against the locking of the caps.]

[Balance Without Fault] [Fencing Fox just IMed me to check on the proceedings. She wants to say Daoi would have been present, but she has to go to work, and wanted to second either Imogen or Danicka. Also, she is vehemently against Amunet, Neda, Carter and Mickey. So. Consider her NPCed!]

[Joey] [Do not go gentle into that good caps?]

[Danicka Musil] When she initially held up her hand to signal that she’d like the 8-ball to be passed to her when it was her turn, Joey had not spoken yet. And Danicka had opinions on both Amunet and Imogen. The truth is, what she has to say about one was touched on — but not expounded on — by Hunter. What she had to say about Imogen has been said twice now.

And then Lukas joins in, because Joey the athlete decided not to hurl a hard plastic ball at Danicka’s head, and Danicka turns her head to look at the Ahroun Elder. Those who can see past the curtain of her hair over her cheek can see quite plainly that it is, in fact, a Look.

By the time the Magic 8-Ball that is representing the right to speak uninterrupted in this gathering comes into her hands, Danicka’s had to completely reform what she wants to say. Nice and respectful, the Rotagar calls her. The Rotagar who wasn’t here when she lied, smiling, to the face of the woman who is now the Philodox Elder and an Adren. The Rotagar wasn’t here when Danicka whipped around and reamed out a Modi in public

then promptly left town, lest he come after her. Eeek.

Danicka takes a breath. “I think Dr. Slaughter, if she’s willing to do a job she doesn’t yet know exists, would be a more than adequate choice. She’s abrasive at best, but she’s also proven herself more than any other Kin in the city. She would be capable, if not sentimental. One of the first times I met her, she turned and fired on Spirals so that the rest of us could run. As cold as she can be, it would be wrong to suggest that she hasn’t proven herself willing to fight and die for all of us. As dismissive as she can be, and absence tonight notwithstanding, she holds more respect in the eyes of Garou than anyone else.”

A pause. She does not address Amunet as a candidate — either what she wants to say has already been said, or does not need to be said. “As for my own nomination, I’m flattered.” A beat. She knew easily what she had to say about Imogen. It is not, however, easy for Danicka to talk about herself. Not with this many people, and so many of them Garou, listening. Not with her own reputation — and, frankly, Lukas’s — affected by what comes out of her mouth. She takes another deep breath. “I suppose I accept. I would be honored to do my best, if chosen.”

Chosen, she says. Not elected. Her eyes are on Balance Without Fault, but only meeting his for a moment before — ever so respectfully — dropping to his cheekbone instead. She offers the ball out to someone who can hand it to Katherine, who has lifted her hand. Danicka does not lob anything, thank you.

[Honor’s Compass] Perhaps in times gone past, Lukas might tense to see his pack-mate; her pale eyes firmly fixed on his mate request permission from the Grand Elder to address their peers and other Kinfolk alike. Perhaps he’d clench his teeth in desperate hopes she was not about to open her mouth and opine about — well, who ever knew — but while the Silver Fang Elder studies the Shadow Lord Kinfolk nominated alongside a Fianna Kinswoman absent tonight — she does not do so with apparent glorying malice.

Rather, there’s a certain amount of quiet reflection to be had, in all honesty.

“While I respect Doctor Slaughter’s capacities a great deal, I find that I do not believe, knowing her only, I admit, as passingly as I do, that she would willingly take up this position. Imogen Slaughter does not particularly revel in long periods of association around our kind.

My feeling is she endures such, as often as she may foster relationships with some.” Here Katherine’s eyes tick to Kora.

“So it would be my vote to elect Danicka Musil, and add that while she has suffered — setbacks, tonight — and needs to be more controlled in expressing her opinion, Amunet should not be ignored for this, either. She has put in considerable time and effort, and the last thing this Sept needs or wants are Kinfolk who, feeling excluded or resentful, get themselves into trouble.

Work together, please. I have seen too many Kinfolk of my tribe and without who wind up lost, gone or simply dead.

I do not wish to witness it again.”

[Balance Without Fault] [any more dibbers? i’m gonna start typing.]

[Balance Without Fault] The magic eightball makes it way around the room, sometimes passed, sometimes tossed. Eventually it comes back to Balance Without Fault, who catches it with a sort of ease that suggests once upon a time he might’ve played ball for his highschool.

Once he has it, he turns it over in his hands for a moment. Then he looks at the kin who have, by and large, stood so silent thus far.

“This is your representative I’m choosing. Any thoughts?”

[Balance Without Fault] [i’ma give people a couple min to call dibs, and then we’re rollin’ on.]

[Derek Anderson] Derek watched and listened, silent. He didn’t say anything or reacted to any of the nominated canditates. Whoever they chose was fine by him. After all, he doesn’t need much and if something come up, well he could always reach Katherine. He was sad for those whom the old ways weren’t working but it was for him.

So why change something that isn’t broken? No reason. He was just there as a witness, because all kin were asked to come. And he stayed in the main area for it was disrecpectful to go awya in the kitchen while business that touched everyone was discussed.

He hasn’said anything but he had been there and won’t be able to complain later if things turn out badly.

[Jackson Montgomery] Jackson looks up. “Since this is my chance to speak up…I would choose Amy. I only vaguely know Danicka, no offenser. I’ve been working with Amy, and so have others who weren’t able to make it here. And I believe that someone who is involved with the current make-up should be doing it.”

Not very wordy, but it gets his point across.

[Nash] [Thanks for the scene, all! I’m told I have to go partake in a threeway or something, idk.]

[Quinn] [I’m sorry, guys, I can’t stay up any longer, I have to be up for work in a ridiculously small amount of time. Both of my PCs would stick it out until the end, and then disappear into the night. Good night!]

[Balance Without Fault] Balance lets that silence hang, his eyes moving from kin to kin, all around the room. It stretches on. It gets a little uncomfortable. It gets a lot uncomfortable. Then the Grand Elder puts the eightball down on the arm of his chair again. Stands.

“I have,” he says, “the utmost respect for Imogen Slaughter. She very nearly has the renown of a Cliath Ahroun — and it’s no secret that the spirits do not pay attention to our kin as they do our Garou. To gather such a reputation under such odds is no small accomplishment, wolves and kin of the Maelstrom, and she is to be respected.

“However,” he turns directly to Hunter and Kora, “it must also be said that Dr. Imogen Slaughter, while faultlessly dedicated and loyal to our cause, has never been one to involve herself too deeply in the Sept’s politics. Or, as far as I could tell, one who wanted to do so. She’s not here tonight because she’s out there doing what she does best — working for the cause in her own way, on her own time, without our interference. And that’s fine. The work she does justifies that. Her renown stands alone.

“Bear in mind that I’m not dictating the leader of the coalition tonight. That’s up to the kin, and that’s yet to be decided. If you want my opinion, Imogen Slaughter would be a very fine choice. However, this role we discuss tonight, the role she’s been nominated for, is one of mediation, of elbow-rubbing, of talking, of listening, of liaising. And I agree with Sarita, and with the Philodox and Ragabash Elders. She may not be suited to this. She may not even want it. She’s not here to decide for herself, and I won’t pin this title on her in her absence.

“On the other hand, Danicka Musil’s name carries weight in this Sept. She is known for her wisdom, and for glory. She’s tried before to organize the kin, and she’s proven her ability tonight to speak calmly, and with sense, even in the face of controversy and dissent. I agree with the Auspice Elders who have spoken. She deserves this role, and I trust her with it.

“If you accept this duty, Danicka, it’s yours.”

A pause. Then he turns to the final contender.

“And that leaves Amunet Knezevic. Amunet, I agree with your sister, Sarita, and your friend, Jackson, when they say your heart is in the right place. You want this position, I can see it. You want to do well.

“I can’t ignore that you’ve caused no small amount of controversy tonight; that some of your ideas were flawed, and others were borderline insane. I can’t trust you to speak alone for the kin. Not when one kin has spoken vehemently against you; not when, at times tonight, you had trouble explaining your own actions. I’m sorry.

“But the Philodox Elder speaks with wisdom: we should reward those who try hardest. We are not,” a wry nod to the Shadow Lord contingent, “a Shadow Lord Sept, that counts everything by results alone. We do not disregard heartfelt attempts, no matter how futile. After all, it might be argued our entire war is one heroic, futile attempt.

“So here’s what I’ll do. While Danicka Musil is the Sept Liaison — if she’s willing, and if you’re willing — you may serve as her assistant. You may appear where she does, attend what meetings she attends. You can listen, and learn. In time, if your elders feel it appropriate, you may be given duties and responsibilities of your own interfacing between Garou and Kin.

“Will you accept this duty?”

[Amunet Knezevic] She waits. There isn’t anything to be said, after all, until Danicka has her say.

[Danicka Musil] A deep breath is taken before Danicka answers, and she is not surprised Amunet does not want to speak til she has. There’s no need to wait for the Magic 8-Ball this time; it’s done being passed around. She’s sitting up straight on the barstool she chose at the start of all this, and nods. “I would be honored,” she says, which is only what she said before. But this does confirm it: she’s willing.

“I would be glad to work with either Dr. Slaughter or Amunet, whoever leads the coalition Amunet’s reforming, as a colleague who will help me know what issues the Kinfolk need communicated to the Sept. I would also be more than happy to have Amunet as an… assistant, if she is amenable to it.” There’s a pause, and then she turns her head slightly, looking at Amunet. “But before you answer, I do want you to understand one thing very clearly. If you decided you wanted to assist me, I would need you to not only help me, but trust me.” A beat. She stops mincing words. “And frankly, obey me. Not as an automaton, not without a voice, not without respectful discussion, but ultimately, as a subordinate. If you don’t believe you are willing to place yourself in that position, then …be my colleague only as a member of, or leader of, the coalition.”

[Amunet Knezevic] He would be so disappointed in you right now…

She nods once then smiles, directing her reply to BWF and sounding a little too much like her Shadow Lord mate in her perfectly enunciated reply. “I will of course serve the Nation in any fashion that you see fit, Rhya. Thank you for the opportunity.”

[Starla] Starla’s still there…. despite someone going to bed, this is still happening. It ain’t a dream. She blinks, looks at the proceedings that have somehow woken her up in the chair and sits and stares at all of them. The corners of her mouth twisting and flattening suddenly.

[Balance Without Fault] Balance shakes his head quietly. “It’s not an order, Amunet. It’s a duty that you can take up or lay down as you wish. If you want it — if you can live with what Danicka just said, and with the boundaries I’ve delineated — then it’s yours.

“Otherwise, you may reject it without dishonor.”

[Amunet Knezevic] Her eyes flicker to Danicka, then back. “I feel as if I should at the very least make sure that Miss Musil is up to speed on what’s being worked currently. Perhaps we should revisit the question of my continuing role once the preliminary details have been addressed.”

[Danicka Musil] Her brows draw together, her forehead wrinkled in a vague look of confusion, but Danicka doesn’t interrupt.

[Balance Without Fault] “As you wish. If you want the role, let Danicka know. Otherwise, I hope you do continue the work you’ve begun — albeit in a more moderated manner.

“Now then. Let’s wrap up.

“Matthieu Mirror’s Whisper, you are our Kin Liaison. I suggest you make use of your Galliard talent to announce this far and wide. Danicka Musil, you are our Sept Liaison. I’d suggest getting in touch with your fellow kin to spread the word.

“Together, the two of you are responsible for maintaining an open line of communication between Garou and kin, for keeping one another up to speed on the developments on both sides, and for being the first point of mediation in conflicts between Garou and kin. You should interact with individual Tribal Alphas, with the Philodox Alpha, with individual kin, and with each other. In dire circumstances, you may come before me, but it’s my hope that you’ll be able to settle most issues independently, or with the assistance of your Septmates.

“Furthermore, Matthieu, you’re responsible for attending kin coalition meetings as a listener and as a voice for the Garou. Danicka, you will be present at the Cracking of the Bone as a witness and, if necessary, as a voice for the kin. Your mate will stake his honor on your conduct and safety.

“I suggest the two of you meet with each other soon after this meeting and better delineate your working relationship. Here’s hoping it’ll be a long one.”

Addressing the gathered, then:

“If there’s nothing else, wolves and kin of the Maelstrom, thank you for coming. I think we’ve taken significant steps forward tonight, and I’m looking forward to seeing how this kin coalition pans out. There’s still food in the kitchen, if you want to take some home — otherwise, I’ll bid you a good night.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Sarita stands and looks at the Galliard Elder. “Before you go, Matthieu…we need to talk.” The look she fixes on him is a direct one. It’s not angry, but there is something a bit…intense in it. “Just give me a moment.”

She makes her way over to Amy, reaching out to touch the other’s shoulder. “Hey…”

[Amunet Knezevic] “Hey” She smiles brightly, leaning to give Sarita a quick hug. “Thank you. That was very nice of you.”

[Balance Without Fault] [hey guys, i’m bowing BWF out. thanks to everyone who stayed for the whole, 9-hour shebang! @_@ that was a lot of fun and pretty intense at times, but overall reminded me why i don’t do the moots live *LOL*]

[Jackson Montgomery] Jackson waits until it looks like they’re getting ready to go, and he looks up. He nods to the Trueborn around and moves to head out with his fellow Gaian kin.

[[Thanks Damon!]]

[Kyle] He’s been quiet the entire time. Not that he’d have been heard clearly but he really didn’t have much to say. Casually he stands and while he walks stretches out a kink from his back. Stops near Amunet and gives that casual smile but the concern in his eyes is obvious.
“You doing ok?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Oh, shut the fuck up.” She grins a bit, leaning into the hug. “It wasn’t nice, it was the truth.” She leans in, murmuring in Spanish.

[Matthieu] Matthieu listens quietly and nods his head.”I should like to speak to both Danicka and Amunet as soon as that much can be arranged. I look forward to seeing the direction this will head.”

[Leon Davenport] Leon looked at Sarita when he spoke top his Alha and he grinned. He had a good idea what the Strider want to talk to him about. Well, he didn’t care. There was nothing there and if hse pressed the issue, he hope Matthieu would tell her to be reasonable.

He doubted she would. “Have a good night Matthieu” he say to the Galliard and start to move away, unless his Alpha wnat him around for his talk with the Strider

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] ~sp~ “You made me very proud tonight. Don’t you dare let yourself think anything differently. I love you.”
to Amunet Knezevic

[Hunter] [Hunter bailed for the kitchen awhile ago! I’m bailing now too, cya later all thanks for the scene.. or saga.. I don’t think scene does it justice.]

[Amunet Knezevic] “I’m fine, Kyle. Thank you. It’s good to see you again.” The smile doesn’t so much as flicker, turned from Kyle back to Sarita as she nods in response to whatever was said to her.

[Derek Anderson] The meeting was over, he needed to get home. He texted Kristen, asking her if she felt like joining him at his place. He bid farewell to Lukas and Katherine, as well as Danicka since she was beside the Shadow Lord Adren “Congatulation”he tell her

Sarita and Amy gets both a nod and he heads out

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She sighs a bit, looking concerned. She gives Amy a hug once more. “I need to talk to Matthieu. Let’s do something in the next day or two, okay?”

[Prayers to Broken Stone] [Thanks all! If nobody needs my PCs, I’ma say they both wander out. :)]

[Amunet Knezevic] “Of course. Come by the condo.” She hugs her sister, then lets her go and moves toward Stefan as he emerges from upstairs.

[Danicka Musil] Danicka nods, rather simply, to Balance Without Fault, a gesture of respect and perhaps gratitude, though not for the position so much as the trust it implies. When he closes the meeting, she slides off of her barstool and walks over to Matthieu before people can stir up and depart too quickly.

She takes a small pad of paper out of her bag and writes down her number, handing it over to him. “You can call me whenever you need to. Weekends and evenings are best, due to classes, but I’ll make myself available to your schedule.”

To Amunet, when she makes her way over there, she gives a small smile. “If you change your mind, let me know. But you have my contact information. It’s now literally my job to make sure you and the rest of the coalition are involved, informed, and heard. So don’t hesitate.”

Making sure the Tribal Alphas and other Kin know how to get in touch with her and even know who she is will wait another day, though, it seems. Danicka moves back towards Lukas and, catching Katherine’s eye briefly as she does so, gives the other woman a small smile, perhaps coming with a little more difficulty than the one she gave to Amunet. A small nod. The meaning there is even harder to read than the Look she gave Lukas earlier.

Katherine will understand, though. They haven’t always had the best and brightest relationship, these two.

She leans over to Lukas then and exhales as she gathers up her coat, saying something quietly to him.

[Matthieu] He stands slowly and nods his head back to Sarita. His attention on her before he looks to the others.”Let’s go speak away from prying ears then shall we?”He asks her as he begins to lead her in the direction of the Kitchen.

[Kyle] “You’re busy. I’ll catch you around the tracks I guess.”
Looks to both Sarita and Amunet as he casually makes his way for the kitchen to grab a snack and head up stairs.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She nods to Matthieu once Amy is gone, looking to him. “Sounds good.” He moves to follow along behind him.

[Matthieu] He walks with her into the other room and offers u a little smile.”What seems to be the problem here?”
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Wyrmbreaker] The gathering is breaking up; Lukas catches Sarita’s eye as she moves off with Matthieu. The look is — complex. Some touch of compassion; some hint of apology; mostly, though, just a sort of recognition and acknowledgment. Of their relationships, perhaps. To each other. To their kin.

Then he’s turning, bending to hear what Danicka is saying while he reaches for his own coat.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “The problem is simple.” She’s angry now. She’s letting herself show it. Not raging…she does not not even have the capacity to frenzy, except in odd situations. Not even furious. But she’s angry. “Why is one of my tribe’s kin playing footsie with Leon’s knee?”
to Matthieu

[Wyrmbreaker] Whatever it is she says, Lukas laughs quietly; murmurs something back, then takes her coat from her and holds it while she slides into it.

Then he’s lifting his own, sliding it over his shoulders. The gathering has dissipated; he nods to the few that remain as he departs with his mate.

[Danicka Musil] [Thank you guys — those of you still in the room! For the RP. :] I honestly had a blast.]

[Matthieu] “Miss McCalister and I are old friends… She and I are close. I cannot say why she and Leon might have been playing footsies though I do know they have had a short dialogue once or twice. He confessed this to me himself… In fact he’s been quite responsible even going so far is to get my permission simply to associate with other kin.”He smiles a little.”I don’t see the harm, I would not let my beta harm a single hair on your Kin’s head. He’s been careful not to cross any distinct boundaries. She and Leon, as I understand, are little more than passing friends.”He looks up at her.”If anything I suspect it was me Gina was visiting Leon happening to be by my side was simply a matter of fate. He is my Beta, as a result I would not let him do anything to break our agreement.”He says back to her.

“However I understood that it was only your Sister whom Leon was allowed not contact at all and required to keep a distance from. Leon has been doing quite well to tell me who he has talked to and his reasons for doing so and I assure you he is not up to no good with your kin.”He says with a reassuring little smile.
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Wyrmbreaker] [i’m out too! thanks again, folks! i had fun too :] ]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I know you’re close, Matthieu. Gina’s alluded to a Silver Fang who wanted to take her on as a mate. I can do the math, it’s either you, Kate or Ivan and she’s not Kate’s type. So I’m guessing I’m on the right side of the 50/50 odds here. And I don’t have a problem with that. Gina, Amy, Kyle…they can hang out with whoever they want, they can–and I’m not implying here–date and sleep with whoever they want. I’m okay with that. But sometimes, I have to step in. Because I wouldn’t be doing my job as tribal elder if not.”

She frowns. “I want to be clear here. I bet he’s doing a wonderful job of not assaulting kinfolk. Faboo. But until someone challenges me to claim her, she’s my responsibility, and let me be perfectly clear…she is not to be anywhere near Leon. Period point-blank. And if you won’t stop it, I will tell her so myself, which will force me to tell her why.”
to Matthieu

[Matthieu] He smiles just a Hint though he says nothing in regard to whether or not she might be correct in his guess.”Gina is my friend… We’ve been friends since before I met either of you, and I would imagine we always will. It seems like a near impossibility for me to keep Leon and Gina from, themselves, coming into contact. I can ask Leon to obey this but Gina is a social creature and likely to seek him out. It seems like I would be attempting to do the impossible here by only informing one side that the other is not allowed to see them. Still if you are going to be insistent on the matter I can attempt to speak to him and hopefully the matter can be resolved until such point as you change your mind.”He then continues.

“I should also mention a matter of some concern for me. It would appear that the Alpha of Defiance has caught wind of this little matter and he has set out upon a smear campaign against my Beta in relation to other kin.”He says before peeking up at her.”I would like that if this matter is to be buried it be buried… Having the Alphas of other packs walking around carrying judges does not put this matter behind us. It goes, both, against the spirit of our agreement and shows a lack of Honor on the part of another Garou. This matter ended with our arrangement and other Garou have no place involving themselves to any degree.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I agree with that. And I will try to talk to Hunter. As I told you in our initial talk, he knew before that point. I can’t make people un-know something. He hates Leon. Frankly, I kind of do, too, but not the point. I will talk to him and see what I can do. You talk to Leon and see what you can do. Hopefully we’ll both be successful.”

She frowns. “She doesn’t think so, but I like Gina. I care about her, and I worry about her. If she would let me in, she’d see that. But I get it. Just…” She shakes her head, frowning and looking away. “Take care of her, please. I know you will, but I have to say it.”

[Matthieu] “I am going to give you my honest opinion here and I know you are not going to like it but I must give it anyway. I feel that you are not willing to leave this matter behind… I hear in your voice a bitter deep seeded hatred for my pack mate for which you will never forgive him.”He shrugs his shoulders.

“I was not there to pass judgement on what he did to your sister but when we challenge or another suffers punishment in response to his or her crimes we leave the matter alone. When the challenge is settled the challengers leave the ring and their grudges behind them.”

“Neither you nor Burnout appears willing to do this. I have asked my Packmate on my honor to accept a deal which I felt was in the best interest of all involved. He has trusted me and done well to show by example that he is following through with his punishment. He is taking the high road and walking away with his punishment with his head held high. Where as you continue to brood and hold him in neglect for a matter which should no longer be a concern.”

He stops walking and turns to face her.”What you are doing here is not in Gina’s best interest. What you are doing here is attempting to use what power you have to hurt my Packmate to do just that. I do not like it, and I do not care for it one bit… But you are the eldest of your tribe and so long as you continue to be I will respect your wishes. This matter cannot be resolved until everyone involved lets go and stops holding a grudge. This is not honor it is vengeance and it’s only going to hurt everyone who is involved if it continues along this path.”

“If you want my advice, and you might not, what you need to do is let this matter go. This kind of thing happens in our society on a regular basis. Continuing to holda lapse in judgment against my Beta harms everyone it affects. It will breed his mistrust and dislike for you and it will continue to breed your own dislike and mistrust for him. In the meantime Gina is caught in the middle and Burnout simply has no place in the matter in the first place. Still it is not my place to decide. I will tell my Beta that he is to have no contact with Gina whatsoever and I will work to keep them from maintaining any degree of contact.”

“If that is all? I will be on my way.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “No, I’m not Matthieu. I’m doing it because even if you trust him, I don’t. Did you know that a kinfolk of his sat for like, two days before she got cleansed after being attacked by a Wyrm thing?”

She frowns and shakes her head. “Think I’m doing it for whatever reason you like. You can dislike me for it, Leon and Gina can hate me. It’s no skin off my fine ass. Leon made it clear that after our agreement? Yours and mine? His hatred of me was sealed in stone. He refuses to get over it. I don’t care about him as long as he’s not in direct danger of my kinfolk. If I wanted to harm him, I have ways, and you know I do.”

A pause. “Also, just to make sure…you said you would be asking Kate about giving him training under a Philodox. How’s that going?”

[Matthieu] “That is a failing of the society in which we live and not necessarily a matter that speaks ill of his character.”He then nodded his head.”My Beta feels betrayed… He feels the matter had been resolved and that it was not until much later that the matter was brought back up. Indeed if you and Leon had an arrangement, and I believe you might have, then it was a somewhat dishonorable manner to approach his Alpha later on in an attempt to see him punished again twice for the same crime. Now… he is being punished a third time by asking that he have no contact with a friend of his.”He says back to her.”That would make three times you have punished him for the same crime. I am not a Half Moon but I do not need to be a half moon to see the unbalance in this matter.”

“I belong to a house who has long prided itself on fairness and honor. I do not feel that my Beta is being given a fair shake in this matter. We are, however, and honorable pack and Leon will do as you command. You are Gina’s tribal elder and you have every right to ban them from contacting one another.”He then nods his head and smiles.”I will address that matter just as soon as I can catch her while she is free. In the meantime we are sizing up a few qualified candidates.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “We had no agreement. He threw two grand in my metaphorical face and said he’d leave her alone. I never told him we were all good after that. I’ll make that clear. And I don’t consider Gina being kept from him to be a punishment for him. I consider it looking out for my kinfolk’s welfare. When I’m satisfied that he’s been through his anger management training, then it’s all good. Until then, I’m sorry but I still don’t trust him because he hasn’t had the opportunity to improve himself.”

A little nod. “Let me know when you have. I’ll pass along the message that you’d like to talk to her if you like. I won’t say why; I’ll let you handle that. Other than that…yes, we’re done.”

[Matthieu] He nods his head.”Alright then if you could convey the message it would be helpful. She’s a very busy woman these days.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Will do. Have a good one, Matthieu.” A nod, and she makes her way out.

An Ugly Phone Conversation

[Leon Davenport] Early in the morning, Sarita’s phone will ring, around 9 am

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] It rings four times and would probably go to voicemail if another moment had passed. Finally there’s a click though, and a groggy Strider.

“What the hell time is it?”

[Leon Davenport] “Hello Sarita” He say in a very flat, cold, expresionless voice “How are you doing?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Holy shit.” She doesn’t sound any more awake. The words might as well be an unintelligible groan by the tone, but words they are nonetheless.

“If this is some kind of nightmare where I get woken up again and again by people I don’t wanna talk to, I’m-a find Freddy Krueger and kick his ugly sweater-wearing ass. How am I doing? I’m awake at…” A pause. “Nine in the morning. So not good. What’s up, Leon?”

[Leon Davenport] “Sorry to wake you up” It was so incredibly insincere “Would you mind telling me what happened yesterday, in a cemetary?” He was polite, cordial and very fake.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “You know, there’s a law somewhere that people are not responsible for their actions for like five minutes after they wake up. So if I were to tell you to fuck off? I’m not responsible for that.”

A pause, and then… “Oh, right. Fuck off.”

[Leon Davenport] “Is that your final answer? Because I will hang up, call your pack Alpha and ask him WHY THE FUCK DID YOU BRING A KIN UNDER MY PROTECTION IN A DANGEROUS SITUATION, KNOWING SHIT WOULD HAPPEN?”

He say clearly not happy “Or do you prefer to cahnge your answer so we can come to an agreement? After all, you did disrespected my territory. And we both know it’s ont a good thing right?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] There’s a pause. There’s a long pause. And then she’s awake when she speaks.

“Are you honestly trying to compare Amy and Mickey. Are you fucking serious?”

[Leon Davenport] “No, I’m not comparing it..not exactly. But you did willnigly put a kin under my protection in danger. You knew something bad would probably happen, contrary to the St-Patrick’s event. She didn’t have to be in the cimetary, she shouldn’t have been invited. You want ot get your sister killed. That’s your choice. I have no problems with that. You try to get those I promised to protect killed, now that doesn’t suit well with me

So no, the offense is not the scene, thought yo did get her injured. Not by your hand but still, you should have known better. I want to know. What will you do about it?’

[Leon Davenport] (*the offense is not the same…)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Okay, let’s be clear here, you shit-for-brains. I did not get her injured. She was in the back of the group being protected and she chose to go investigate an RV that I ~SPECIFICALLY SAD~ was covered in Banes in the Umbra while I tried to kill a big nasty fucker that looked like steroids was is particular flavor of Slur-Pee. There was absolutely no guarantee of a fight, we were trying to avoid it in fact. So if you try to tell me that I got her injured, that’s like saying that you got someone injured because you took them to a baseball game and they got smacked in the face with a foul ball.”

“FURTHERMORE, cockpunch–one of the other Garou there rushed to her aid very quickly and got her to safety. Then took her back so she could get healed. So please, tell me how I GOT your kin injured. Explain away, cuntribbon.”

[Leon Davenport] “I lvoe your language Sarite…it’s hmmmm how would I put, unimpressive. All right, let’s say you did the good den mother, and put her in the back. Let’s say that you actually did everything in your power so she wouldn’t be injured. I will grant you that.

The question remains…why the fuck was she doing there? You didn’t pbring her to a baseball game, you brought her to a live ammo training exercise. So tell me how was that smart, Einstein?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I brought her to a funeral, you moron. Who the fuck shoots people at a God damned funeral?” She snorts. “For fuck’s sake dickhead, your very own PACK is about turning the city against the Wyrm and using Kin as much as Garou to aid in that struggle. I was there when the purpose was discussed, remember? You guys yourself acknowledged that sometimes, Kin will put themselves in danger for the mission. Mickey chose to risk herself. I think she was insane for doing so, but she did. And when she took that risk, she accomplished a GREAT thing. She protected the veil. She got hurt, and the Garou there DID THEIR JOB. So you have nothing to be pissed about, and I will accept your ‘thank you for keeping my kinfolk as safe as possible on the mission–which had no guaranteed riskm once again–while that kinfolk did exactly what Harrier’s Grace strives to do.’

“You’re fucking reaching here on this one, Leon. I mean, really. Let’s not pretend that there are Glass Walker kin out there doing much more dangerous things to help find the kinfolk hunter, and that you’ve taken the time to call any of the people working with them.”

[Leon Davenport] He listened to her “What Harrier’s Grace is looking to do is using kin’s skills to help against the fight. Not use them in ways there are not trained to. And to be honest, it kinda speak poorly of you and the others if a wounded kin had to help you protect your breach. Seriously.

So you’re right, Mickey did a great thing, the fault is not with her. It’s bringing her in a situation where her skills weren’t necessary. And you did the least you could do, and it was to keep her alive. So congratulation, you’re the best. Fuck you very much

And yes, some kin are doing dangerous thing out there, probably from their home, doing research and all. But anyone bring an untrained Glass Walker kin on the field and I will call them and have a very nice discussion with them as well. Just a reminder, next time you decide to bring a Glass Walker out to hunt the Wyrm, better make sure they’re trained for it and armed. Because a wild shot could probably kill anyone, especially if they’re not used ot firefights or fighting period. If oyu want ot have stupid kin who will fight lbindly, bring some Get Kin.

It’s that too much to ask you, or you think you could at least manage that?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She could argue this all day. All fricking day, and she knows he wouldn’t admit that he was wrong. It’s like talking to a brick wall. “You know what, Leon? I’m going to speak in very slow words. Weee diiiiid nooot gooo theeeere tooo fiiiiight. I can say it in multiple languages if you give me a minute and I can figure out how to work my damn phone to translate shit. I will avoid bringing her on the next raid of the motherfucking Hive. But the bottom line is, I don’t owe you shit, and if you really want to use this as an excuse to get back at me for telling on you to your own fucking Alpha, then fine. Go talk to Lukas. I’ll be there and explain my side, as well as what I believe your true motivations behind it are. Then, we can get the Philodox Elder, ’cause we’ll need to get down to the truth of things. Let’s see who’s still walking by the end.”

“Now, go run along and try to avoid beating on any more kin. You have a LOT of nerve calling ME to yell at me about endangering kin. Douche.”

And yes, she doesn’t give him a chance to respond. She hangs up on his ass.

[Leon Davenport] (and scene over)

Three’s Company (or: The Chaperone)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[And for record-keeping/log purposes, this is tonight, oui?]]

[Amunet Trujillo] (Yes. Early dinner.)

[Leon Davenport] (yes tonight…early evening…the day after he spoke ot both ladies)

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

[Leon Davenport] (did they picked htem up..or they rendez vous there?)

[Amunet Trujillo] (I’m going to assume that Sarita would want to meet him there)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Yeah, meeting would a) be best and b) make the most sense.]]

[Leon Davenport] (all right..sounds good to me)

[Leon Davenport] The lback lexuswas parked and Leon, dressed in jeans, boots, -tshirt and leather jacket was waiting in fornt of the restaurant ofr Amy and Sarita to arrive

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] The Bitchmobile pulls up outside of the building they are supposed to meet Leon at. Sarita has, to be fair, played nice and is even a bit dressed up for the occasion. Does that mean she’s wearing a dress or anything like that? Oh, HELL no. But she’s at least left the duster at home and her T-Shirt doesn’t have any profanity on it. That’s dressed up for the Ragabash. She pulls into a parking spot and kills the engine.

[Amunet Trujillo] Amy is in tight jeans, heeled boots, and a clingy sweater. She’s carefully applied makeup to cover her bruises as much as possible, and she’s done up in such a way that she’s either trying to impress Leon all over again, or there’s somewhere else she intends to be later.

“No flipping out on him, okay? Promise.”

[Leon Davenport] He spotted them and waited for htem to be closer. How Amy was dressed didn’t escape his notice. He offered them a nod a smile “Good evening, you’re obth looknig beautiful tonight”He say before opening the door for them

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “No flipping out.” He nods a little bit. “I promise, I will be good, as long as he doesn’t backhand you across the table.” It’s meant to be a joke, though this may be one of the rare times the Strider’s humor falls flat. She slips out of the van and gives Leon a polite, though not exactly friendly, smile.

“Hello Leon.” A little nod and she slips in the door.

[Amunet Trujillo] “Hey.” She smiles at him, half leaning in to kiss his cheek but stopping herself. She balances awkwardly for a moment before settling back at Sarita’s side.

[Leon Davenport] He let them in, eyes on Amy for a moment. He doesn’t say anything yet, and they entered. His rage was at his highest tonight, his presence felt by those around. Yet, he seem in control, even with some of the thoguhts moving through his head. There are led to theeir table, and if he hadn’t reserved earlier, maybe they mgiht not have let him in. PEople were almost shaking around him. Once they were seated, he look at both of them

“How was your day?”

[Amunet Trujillo] “Fine.” She sits next to Leon, putting Sarita to her left and across from him. “How was yours?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She takes a seat, rolling her neck on her shoulders. She’s staying quiet for the most part, more here as an observer. And, while it may surprise both of them, she’s keeping as inconspicuous as possible.

[Leon Davenport] He shrugh “Mine was the usual. Work”He say, looking at Amy as she sat beside him “Well someone will be lucky tonight. And I simply mean that whoever you’re dressing up for, he’s lucky that you’re doing it for him”He say with a nod, then picked his glass of water, trying not to think too much about Amy’s late evening. Instead he look at Sarita “Are youok? You’re being really quiet”

[Amunet Trujillo] Raising a brow at Leon, she licks her bottom lip. “He who?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I’m fine.” She says it with a faint smile, mostly sincere. “Listen…I know that my presence here is not what everyone wants. I understand that. So…unless you guys would rather otherwise, I thought I would just play ‘Pretend I’m not here.'”

[Leon Davenport] He shrugh “You look liek you might be going out later. I just assumed you were going out with someone tonight” He say, his intese blue eyes looking into her eyes. It’s one of the few times he has done it, most were when they talked yesterday morning. She had the right ot look into his eyes, whenever she wanted to. And he wasn’t shy about looking iinto hers

“Sorry, it’s none of my business. But you look gorgeous”He say with a smile then looked at Sarita “Actually, I odn’t mind you being here at all. You took the time to come, I’d rather if you join us completly and have at least an ok time than being bored. And call me a masochist, but if you stay silent, I’ll miss your wits”

[Amunet Trujillo] She won’t look at him. Won’t meet his eyes, instead tracing the rim of her water glass with a finger. “I’m not going anywhere.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She chuckles a little bit and shrugs. “Well, all right then. I promised I would be nice, but don’t worry…I won’t be too nice.” She winks and leans back, opening the menu and looking at it.

[Leon Davenport] He nodded “All right” There was a small flare of rage, very brief as her obvious lie. But it was quelched…well almost. She had the right to keep secrets now. They were only friends. HE didn’t like it, but it was part of hte deeal and he would deal with it and try no to be passive agressive about it. Yes there was some jealousy somewhere..but he guessed it was better that he was confronted to it sooner than later

He look at Sarita “Good, I don;t need you to act in a way you don’t feel”He simply say. His rage seemed to be in check, despite learning about Amy’s possible date. He won’t lose control again…no matter what happen.

[Amunet Trujillo] Her casted arm moves closer, and she rests the fingers on his arm.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “So we’ve never actually talked about it, Leon. What business do you work for, anyway?” She takes a sip of water, looking at him. “I know it has a boardroom, ’cause you talk about ruling the boardroom all the time…” A little grin. “…but I don’t know what it is.”

[Leon Davenport] He look at her, offering her a small smile. He wasn’t going to push the matter. He told her he would respect her and he would. Her life is hers to live. He wasn’t perfectly ok with it..yet. But he was working hard on it. He didn’t move away from her touch, just gently placing a hand over her fingers for a briewf moment then moved his hand away.

He looked at Sarita “My actual profession is business consultant. I help businesses making some decision about expension and such. What I really do, is look at companies runned by the enemy, find another in position to step in and take over, contact them, confince them they need me to help them. Once I”m hired, I focus the board of that company in the dorection of the enemie’s and either take over, or manage to dismantle it by making said company look liek a competitor. It’s tricky, needs for me to do a lot of research, but it’s very satisfying.”

He grin “SOmetime..well I have to bea little more hand on to make the company stock plummet, so that’s when having a pack is useful. Property damage, scared providers or personal make you look bad and it shows on the market”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That’s actually…pretty impressive.” She nods again, with a smile. “You know me. I love a creative outlet to the War. I like that thought process. It’s got to be tricky though, with…you know.” She makes a circle with both hands, like a full moon, and then positions her hands like claws. “All that.”

[Amunet Trujillo] She glances at him with a slight smile when he touches her fingers, brushing her hair back behind her ear with her good hand and staying quiet for the minute.

[Leon Davenport] He smiled back at Amy before looknig at Sar “Well, when we’re around the same time as this month, I either work from home or do the hand up part of the operation. I scare the opposition’s board members enough on my best days, it would be counter productive to face them when I”m liek this.”He say and pointedly look away from away. He hated to lose control, it was one of his greatest fears and he had done it around her. That he hasn’t forgiven himself yet.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She nods a little. “Yeah, that makes sense. Hell, ~I~ try to keep things low-key around this time or the opposite, and I’m practically chill by comparison.”

[Amunet Trujillo] She sighs. “Sar…”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That wasn’t an attempt to insult,” she says to Amy, brow furrowing. “I’m saying that I understood what he meant.”

[Amunet Trujillo] She chews at her bottom lip and nods. “Okay. Sorry.”

[Leon Davenport] He smiled at the sisters “You’re right. Sometimes my nature makes it hard ot work with humans, but I manage well enough.”He smiled at Sar “And I”m working on what you told me..so I can be more..chill” He grinned slightly

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Just remember…” She shuts her eyes and puts her hands on the table, palms up. “Ohhhhmmmmmmmm….” It’s said with a grin.

[Amunet Trujillo] That makes her laugh, and she chokes on the sip of water that she just took.

[Leon Davenport] He grinned “I thoguht that maybe rub my ears, saying Woossah liek they did in Bad Boys 2 might work too”He smiled at Sarita.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She laughs when Leon makes a movie reference. “Okay, that was good. Kudos points to you.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “See? This is good. Everybody’s getting along.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “So far, so good.” She gives a little nod, smiling slightly, and looks to her menu. “So, what’s good here?”

[Leon Davenport] He grinned at Sar “I do watch movies once in a while” He smiled at Amy’s comment then motion to the waiter who has been trying to avoid the table for hte last 10 minutes “Are you ready to order ladies?’

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Go ahead and start,” she says, mulling over the menu. She looks to Amy and gives her a smile, before looking back. “I’ll have mine figured out by the time it gets to me.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “I think I’m just going to have a salad”

[Leon Davenport] He nodded “All right, I’ll have some beef and rice..would you both like some wine?” He ask, looknig at them, before his attention is back on the very uncomfortable waiter

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Cerveza, por favor, if you got it. Corona’d be good.” She shrugs. “Wine otherwise. And I will have…the chicken and veggies.”

[Leon Davenport] The waiter nodded to Sarita and Leon order himself a beer unless Amy prefered to have wine. Then he’d switch ot half a bottle of red to share with her. Once the man had left them, Leon turned his attention on the sisters again “So what are you up to later?” He ask then slgihtly frowned…yeah that osunded liek inquiering about Amy’s plan for after the dinner, so he added “This week?”Big things coming?”

[Amunet Trujillo] “Sar still needs to talk to Lukas. That’s the biggest thing.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “He’s been busy,” she says with a nod. “I’ll chat at him and the rest good and soon. No stress.”

[Leon Davenport] He nodded “Yeah, I guess the man has a lot to do.” He say, watching them. He odesn’t ask if Amy will be training. He made sure it wouldn’t happen anytime soon. He frowned slightly “If both of you are ok with it…I could find something for Amy to learn about, while she…recover”He say, the word having trouble getting past his lips and shame “So she can already be and even better asset to your associates” he say say, looking at them both

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She considers with a bit of a frown, looking at Amy to gauge her attitude toward it, though she’s got an idea her half-sister will jump on the chance. “What kinds of things are you thinking about,” she says after a moment, looking to Leon. She doesn’t sound unopposed, just weighing positives and negatives in her head.

[Leon Davenport] He shrugh “I don’t know yet. Nothing that need her to move a lot. Myabe computer research”He say with a plauful grin, knowing Amy owuld hate that “Might actually be useful to find dark things about a contact and stuff like that.” He smiled “I’ll try to find something more interesting for her to learn. Might not even have to be around to teach her, jsut show her the way and let her learn by herself”

[Amunet Trujillo] Amy…. stays completely neutral about it. Instead, she seems content to sit back and listen to the two of them discuss her fate.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Amy,” she says, looking at her. Her head cocks to the side, honestly curious as to what she wants.

“What do you think?”

[Leon Davenport] Hisattention was on her as well. He wouldn’t try and teach her something she didn’t want..or teach her if she didn’t want him as a teacher.

[Amunet Trujillo] “I think that you two seem perfectly comfortable discussing me as if I’m not in the room.” Her gaze is more on Leon, though she glances to Sarita any time he looks at her directly.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “We weren’t doing that at all, Amy. That’s why I wanted your thoughts on it.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “I think that Lukas pretty much gets to decide what I do from now on. No point getting ahead of ourselves until we figure out what that is.”

[Leon Davenport] He look at Amy “I’m…sorry. That wasn’t my intention. I offered something for you..that will work only if you want it. I idn’t realize it sounded liek I wasdealing with your sister. Even though you know I won’t do anything Sarita isn’t ok with…it all start with you. It’s you I care about you know.” He tilted his head when she mentioned Lukas “No, oyu’re wrong on that one. Lukas doesn’t get to order youaround too much .He cna ask you things, can tell you not ot go with htem..the rest of the time..you do what you want Amy”

[Amunet Trujillo] “Leon, I think it’s become abundantly clear that I can’t do what I want, and when I try to, I wind up like this.” She lifts her cast, then lets it fall to the table again with a wince and gasp of air.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] That makes her frown. “Amy…” It’s at once a plea and a sigh. She reaches up and rubs at her temple a moment, then looks between them.

“Okay, how about this. I’ll talk to Lukas. I’m positive he won’t have a problem with it, but just in case he does…not that it matters…we’ll cover our bases.”

[Leon Davenport] He looked down “It’s ont true Amy..you can do what you want. And if..what you did was really what you wanted to do…then it was really best that I stepped away…though not the way it happen.”

He looked at her “You’re your own woman Amy. And you can do jsut about anything you want. Some things you won’t be able to do…no one can do everythign they want. But you’ll figure out how to do most of what you want”

[Amunet Trujillo] “See? You guys can agree on shit.”

[Leon Davenport] He glanced at Sar with a smile then look at Amy “I just want you to be happy..really. I have a an idea of your worth, but not your full potential because you let me only glimpse at it. I’m trying to find ways for you to reach it, because I think you’ll be a great member of the city when you do. But you have to bleeive in yourself also. See in oyu what your sister and I see, and stop being pissed because you’re not like us. You’re different..it odesn’t you less. In fact on some things, I think it makes you better”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She raises an eyebrow at what Leon says. She’s surprised by it…whether it’s surprise because he’s got that opinion or because he’s willing to speak it to Amy is difficult to say. She takes a sip of her glass, watching to see what Amy says to that.

[Amunet Trujillo] “You would think that, wouldn’t you.” It’s part question, but certainly part accusation.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Aaand there is is. She sighs again, shaking her head as she looks between them and looks to see (and pray) that the alcohol is coming.

[Leon Davenport] He shrugh “Why not? You have choices, mre than we do. Maybe you can’t be as strong, or as fast…btu you can be anything you want. A fighter, a singer, a mechanic. I don’t have much choice. I’m awarrior..and fuck it if my dream was to dance on Broadway..I’m forced to serve , nothing I can do about it. I learned to live with it though..and then adapted my interest to fit with my duties and my duties to my interests.”

He let out a sigh “We are what we are Amy. And to be hoenst..if I could give you what I am to make you happy..I’d do the trade..but I can’t. I can only help you find a path that suit you”

[Amunet Trujillo] Her eyes narrow dangerously, pinned on the table now.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Ixnay on the infolk-kay ave-hay it etter-bay off-ay…” The look Amy gives is sheer apology, even if she’s the one who didn’t say it. “Amy, he’s just not being good with his words. Drastically not-good.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “I have to pee.” She’s up like a shot, striding away from the table a moment later.

[Leon Davenport] He forwned at Sar “SHe really jsut need to accept who she is and move forward…until then…she won’t be happy.” He let out a long breath “I..I’ll butt out..can’t find thew words to help her..so I’ll stop”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “In this, would-be loverboy, you’re kinda sorta in the clear. It only takes just the wrong words to set her off.” She rises. “I’m gonna check on her.” And her long strides take her toward the bathroom.

[Leon Davenport] He leaned into the cahir and looked at the ceiling. The waiter brings the beers and Leon had vaguely the notion to rip the man apart. Just to rip something apart. He knew it wasn’t worth it and barely moved except to grab his bottle and down half of it.

[Amunet Trujillo] She’s at the mirror in the bathroom, looking herself over at a distance. Her eyes don’t move when Sarita enters, though she doesn’t seem at all surprised that she’s there.
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Hey.” She comes up behind Amy, looking her over in the reflection as well. A pause, and she smiles a bit.

“Do you know what I see?”
to Amunet Trujillo

[Amunet Trujillo] “I should just get back together with him, Sar. It’s the safest thing.” Her eyes briefly move to Sarita, then back to her own reflection. “What do you see?”

[Amunet Trujillo] (Oops. *Sweeps that to PMs*)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Um. Hell to the no.” She shakes her head. “You guys are bad for each other in that way. I’m sorry, it’s true. He may be good here tonight, but even tonight I’m seeing hints. This has just reaffirmed what I thought. He’s trying, but he needs to try harder.”

She’s quiet a moment after, then looks back at Amy through the mirror. “I see someone who could kick my ass. Probably without breaking too much of a sweat.”
to Amunet Trujillo

[Amunet Trujillo] “Well, not right now. But generally, yeah. That doesn’t mean that it means anything in the big picture though.” She doesn’t bother arguing about Leon, nodding a little.

[Amunet Trujillo] (DAMNIT!)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[You put the check box next to the name… 😉 ]]

[Amunet Trujillo] (You just don’t help! 😀 )

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She gives a mock hurt look. “Oh, I see how it is…bitch.” She grins a little and hugs Amy from behind. “Leon’s trying. Frankly, I think it’s progress. Maybe one day he’ll get there.”

“The point I made is valid though. You and I know that you’re at least as capable as me in a fight.”
to Amunet Trujillo

[Amunet Trujillo] “We know that. I think he knows that. But he’s not the important one.” Her head shakes. “We have to go on something with Hunter’s pack. You have to talk to him.”
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “If I ever see Hunter again, I’ll bring it up to him.” She nods. “Don’t give up, sweetie. We’ve dealt with this before. It’s just that this time, we’re gonna be around enough to change peoples’ minds.”
to Amunet Trujillo

[Amunet Trujillo] “Part of me really wants to tell him that I’m going out to get laid tonight. Just to piss him off.”
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “One, I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t suggest it, though…he was looking pretty raw at the idea that you were even going on another date. The poor waiter may not survive. And two…Tee-Emm-Eye.”
to Amunet Trujillo

[Amunet Trujillo] She smirks, looking at her in the mirror again. “Yeah, well. Just don’t plan on waiting up for me. You’ll be disappointed.”
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Maybe I’ll go out and get plowed myself.” She grins, then pats her shoulder. “C’mon, let’s head back out.”
to Amunet Trujillo

[Leon Davenport] He finished his beer, looknig at his watch. Maybe he should jsut up nad leave. Pay ofr the bill but not stay around. It was fgailing miserably. And it made him…twitchy. He actually got up and headed out, without his jacket, just to do something

[Amunet Trujillo] “Okay gross. Thanks.” She grins at Sarita, taking her arm as they leave the ladies room and heading back to the table and the abandoned Leon, only to look absolutely panicked for a moment when he’s not there.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She frowns a little bit when she sees that Leon isn’t there, and she looks like she’s about to say something that will destroy the innocence of everyone in the room. Then she notices his jacket.

“He just went somewhere. Jacket’s still here.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “Oh. Okay.” She nods a little, letting go of Sarita’s arm to sit.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She takes a seat. “Oh sweet…beer.” She takes her Corona and downs a swallow. She doesn’t use the glass, just takes it straight from the bottle. “Much better.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “I need a drink. Why the fuck didn’t I order a drink?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Fuck if I know. Because you made a bad choice?”

[Leon Davenport] He came back a few minutes later and took back his seat “Hey” He simply say, picking his bottle and drinking from it (sorry..it was supposed ot posted a while ago :P)

[Amunet Trujillo] “I’m a fucking idiot.” She waves down the waiter, and orders a bottle of wine. Who knows if she’s planning on sharing.

[Leon Davenport] He jsut leaned into his chair, silent. He had hurt Amy..because he wanted to help her. Hem uch prefered to be silent right now. It would be better that way

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Relax, Leon.” She nods to him. “We all say shit we don’t know will suck before we say it. Shit happens, okay?”

[Amunet Trujillo] Alcohol secured, she reaches to rest her fingertips on Leon’s arm again. “I’m not angry at you, babe.”

[Leon Davenport] He nodded at Sar then looked at Amy “If you say so..iddn’t look that way earlier”He say softly. He was calmer…going outside did him some good.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Well, we aren’t the only peeps that get pissed and then chill quickly, Leon.” A little smile.

[Amunet Trujillo] “Just because I don’t like hearing something doesn’t mean that you’re not right.”

[Leon Davenport] He shrugh “Maybe…doesn’t mean I like hurting you..even if what I say is true, not true or jsut badly put together”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She’s quiet, letting them talk as she drinks her beer.

[Amunet Trujillo] She looks about to say something else, eyes flickering to Sarita instead.

[Leon Davenport] He watched the sisters, his brow raise slightly, but he say nothing, finishing his beer instead

[Amunet Trujillo] She’s saved by the wine arriving, and her posture relaxes a bit with the promise of alcohol.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “So, how about them…” She pauses, then frowns. “Um. Fuck. What sports team from here is currently playing right now?”

[Leon Davenport] He chuckled “The blackhawks..hockey…bears were eliminated at football a few weeks ago by the packers” He say, placing his empty bottle down

[Amunet Trujillo] ((*Snorts* Fucking Hawks….))

“I wanted to die.” She throws it out almost casually, sipping her wine after it’s said.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[That’s that thing with the big sticks and the black flat ball thing, right? *DUCKS*]]

She opens her mouth to make a comment, then it dies in her throat when Amy blurts that out. And she quite literally facepalms.

[Leon Davenport] His blue eyes settled on her “So I heard. I never understood why. And yes..I know I’m dense about those things..as I was forced ot face earlier tonight”

[Amunet Trujillo] ((Don’t make me punish you, darling.))

“Something about admitting that you have a problem is the first step, right? Something fucking like that.”

[Leon Davenport] He nodded to her “It usually is yes. Want to talk about it? Maybe you’d prefer to discuss it with your sister?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “No…no, you’re right there.” She nods, lifting her head and smiling faintly at Amy.

[Amunet Trujillo] “Nothing to discuss. I tried to get myself beat to death, and couldn’t even manage that.”

The poor waiter is just trying to deliver their food, his eyes getting bigger and bigger until there’s some danger of them falling right out of his head.

[Leon Davenport] He look at the waiter, motioning him to place the food quickly then the man moved away..almsot running. He looked at Amy “What owuld that have accomplished..except deprive us of someone we deeply care about?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She watches the waiter leave and then looks at Amy. “Well, it wasn’t for lack of trying or skill, sweetie.”

[Amunet Trujillo] She nods vaguely, concentrating on her salad now.

[Leon Davenport] He didn’t push the matter and ate his meal, without real appetite. He did motion the poor waiter for another beer

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She raises her hand for one as well. “How’s your group doing, by the way?” Yes, she’s making conversation. Someone’s gotta.

[Leon Davenport] He look at her “We have a meeting later. Owen might have find some people willing to join”He say before taking a bite of beef

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Very cool.” She smiles a bit and nods. “Glad to know things are looking up there. I wish you the best of luck.”

[Leon Davenport] He nod “We’ll see how things go. Hopefully this time it’ll turn all right”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I’m sure it will. You guys have a good plan.”

[Leon Davenport] He shrugh “YEah, we do…just have to meet people who share the idea and the way we want ot do it”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “You’ll find them…they’re out there.”

[Amunet Trujillo] (And fade it into uncomfortable meal from hell?)

[Leon Davenport] (sounds like an option)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Sounds good. 🙂 ]]

[Amunet Trujillo] (Whee! Amy will kiss Leon’s cheek when they leave)

[Leon Davenport] (He’ll kiss hers back and let them go)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Thanks for the scene. 🙂 ]]

[Leon Davenport] (you’re welcome)

Shit Goes Downhill

[Amunet Trujillo] “What is what?” Her eyes get wide, panic and guilt mixing in them.

[Leon Davenport] He placed his hand around her throat and his tumb pressed the mar, hard “This”He growled the word

[Amunet Trujillo] Panic wins out, eyes even bigger when his hand circles her throat. “Let me go”

[Leon Davenport] He was staring at her, breathing hard, his eyes filled with rage, pain and betrayal “What the fuck did you you?”He say in a very, very soft tone,shaking slightly, his grip slightly tightening

[Amunet Trujillo] “Let me go, Leon.” It comes out as forcefully as she can manage, eyes flickering to meet his, then dropping away again. “Please.”

[Leon Davenport] He pushed her toward her bed, hard “What the fuck did youdo last night? Who the fuck was it?”His face was a mask of betrayal and rage

[Amunet Trujillo] Her jaw sets and she looks away, shoulder shrugging “I don’t know. I don’t remember his name” She starts to look at him, but stops herself.

[Leon Davenport] His body was shaking, muscles rippling “You slept with a nobody? WHY THE FUCK?!!” Hescreamed at her, shirt ripping as he was getting bigger and larger

[Amunet Trujillo] “I’m kin, Leon. I pretty much exist to spread my legs.” She makes the mistake of looking at him, then closes her eyes tight. “I’m sorry.”

[Leon Davenport] He slapped her hard, a back hand slap “Is that what you think? Fuck you Amy. I thought you were better than that. I beleived in you, that you’d rise up to be more than a the loud mouth slut people said you were…well I guess they were right”His body was still rippling with the barely contained effort to keep himself in homid form

[Amunet Trujillo] She’s surprised, both by the slap and the force behind it. Her head is knocked to the side and she steps back with one foot to steady herself and keep from falling. Jaw set, she looks at him but won’t meet his eyes. “I guess so.”

[Leon Davenport] “Iguess so? I GUESS SO!” He was again screaming his shirt ripping complelty, his pants dispearing somewhat “That’s all you have to say? You betrayed me and you find only …I”m a kin, made ot spread my legs and I guess so as excuses?”He continued to grow, his head reaching the ceiling

[Amunet Trujillo] She doesn’t move though she’s shaking just slightly, eyes flickering to his and away again. “You know how I am. I mean, I only knew you how long before I fucked you?” She feels panic building inside her as he gets close to snapping, but forces herself to stand her ground and not let him see how guilty she feels.

[Leon Davenport] That was too much for him, telling him he was no different from last inght’s no name. He was standing hunched, all dark fur and wicked fangsand claws. He hit her once more, another back hand..much stronger this time, as his hand wa bigger than her head

[Amunet Trujillo] It knocks her off her feet, and she lets out a panicked yelp. She puts her hands behind her to break her fall, wincing when too much of her balance lands to the left and the barely and hastily healed wrist snaps fresh.

[Leon Davenport] He picked a bed up, raising it but it it caught by the ceiling. He snap it and pick a very long and wicked looking pice of wood from the base and and hold it pointed over her chest, breathing hard, eyes fillede with hatred, a snarl on his face with a loud, deep growl.

[Amunet Trujillo] Now she meets his eyes, the look in them all at once pleading and defiant. Her voice is very soft and small, breathing shallow as she glances between him and the piece of wood, then back again. “Go ahead. Kill me.”

[Leon Davenport] He stared at her, standing over her, immobile, except for his breathing. He wasn’t even blinking. Then he started shifting back, hair dsapearing, his pnats reapearing, leaving him barechested and barefooted, holding an oversized piece of wood. He kept looking at her for a few moments and drop the wood on the floor. His eyes were reddish, he looked hurt, almost defeated

“You’re not worth it” He say flatly, turning to walk away, watching the damage he had done to the room “Send me the bill” He say as a farewell, leaving the room.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She’s just stepping up into the common room when she hears the cracking of wood and crashing of shit. She frowns, moving into the hallway as she tries to get to the source…realizing with real worry that it’s coming from the direction of their room. “Amy?”

[Amunet Trujillo] You’re not worth it.

She curls in on herself, breathing speeding up to the point that she’s going to be in danger of hyperventilating soon, and the sound she makes is somewhere between a sob and the pained cry of a wounded animal.

[Leon Davenport] He wasstepping out of room 10, wearing only pants, a look of cold anger on his face as he was taking his cell phone out of his pockets. He saw Sarita and placed the phone back “Save me the call. She’s alive.” He say flatly “I don’t want to see her again…or even hear her name again”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks at him from her spot in the hallway. She doesn’t seem to understand for a moment why he’s leaving with out a shirt. Then… “What happened?”

[Leon Davenport] “She fucked up…fucked some other guy. I snapped. It’s over..between us I mean. I’m not even trying anymore” He say, sounding empty.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She purses her lips and pushes by him. He’s not even a thought now. There’s a look of abject panic in her face as she runs to the room, running in and staring at Amy. Her heart falls, and everything in her just crumples. She kicks the door shut and falls next to her sister, gathering her up.

[Amunet Trujillo] The blood is already starting to pool on the side of her head and her cheek where the force of the last blow broke blood vessels. What he said seems to be the source of the most severe pain though. She cradles her slowly swelling wrist as she allows herself to be enveloped by Sarita, strangely quiet now except for the gasps for breath.

[Leon Davenport] He walk away, not looking back. People stare at him when he exit wearing only a pair of pants. He walk out ot his car, not looking around. He got into his car, and placed his hands on the wheel, gripping it tight. He slam both hands on on it “Fuck!”He yell in the car and then press his forehead against the wheel.

She had fucked up, he had fucked up….now things were broken and over between them, with Sarita as well and maybe others. Time will tell. He wished he had jsut left…then again, he wished Amy had been..more controlled? He shook his head and then drove away, heading to his house, feeling like shit and not sure about what to do next.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Shhh…shhh.” She curls around the kinfolk, just holding her. “I’m here. It’ll be okay, Amy…I’m here.” Obviously, it’s not okay. There’s a whole world of shit that may fall out from this. But for now, Sarita is there for Amy. That’s all that matters for the Strider, is that her sister needs her. And she’s here.

[Amunet Trujillo] “My head hurts….” It’s all she can think of to say right now, and she stares down at her wrist like she’s not sure what happened to it.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “C’mon, hon. I’m gonna get you to a doctor.” They’re burning through ID’s fairly quickly now. She picks Amy up, carrying her gently through the Brotherhood and out the back. Now is not a time to freak out the people downstairs, nor to raise alarms. Shit just got real, sure…but for now, Sarita’s handling it alone. For tonight, at least, it’s just the two of them again. When it’s just the two of them, they can fix anything.

[Amunet Trujillo] “I don’t need a doctor.” The words sound slurred, and she leans her head into Sarita’s shoulder before closing her eyes.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I’m fairly sure you have a concussion or something. Yes you do.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “My head hurts.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That’s because you got hit in it, and have a concussion.” She sets Amy in the passenger seat, shutting the door carefully, and gets in on her side. The van starts up, and off she goes. She’ll tell someone about the bed later.

Hospital and After

[Leon Davenport] There is no sounds in the room except the beeping of the machines in the room, checking Amy’s status, helping her stay alive. There wasn’t anyone in the room except Amy and a very silent, very angry person sitting on a chair. Doctors and nurses have come and gone, never staying long in the presence on the blond man, with the scary presence, looking at the young woman, almost unblinking

Owen had been called, the theurge was on his way to help Amy. He had no idea if Sarita was coming back soon. The Strider had been really pissed during their conversation. She wasn’t sure how soon she’d be back.

So he was there, since a quarter past noon, the staff hadn’t been too much of a trouble when he arrived. The “fiance”looked concerned and grigtening enough that they ust let him take a chair and sit. He hadn’t moved ever since, not to get water, food, nor going to the bathroom. His eys staying on her, watching for signs that she will wake up

[Amy] Her eyes open at one point, closing again almost immediately. She’s perfectly still, though that may be as much from the broken condition of her body as anything else. A female officer is on standby to question her, though evidence collection had been accomplished when she first arrived.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She makes her way back through the hospital. She’s calmer, certainly. She’s had time. And killed someone. Anyone looking very, very close would see a few flecks of blood on her duster from the spray after the bullet entered Ricky’s temple. No one would see it unless they were looking for it, though Leon can probably smell a faint coppery odor of the when she comes in.

She shuts the door behind her, nodding to Leon. There’s no smile, just steps that take her to the side of the bed, where she looks at Amy with a blank expression. “Hey.” It’s to Leon, mostly. Her arms cross over her chest. “How is she?”

[Leon Davenport] He tilt his head “I think she’s awake, but not entirely sure, she might have passed out again” He say in a low voice. He look at Sarita’s duster “Trouble? Or Therapy?”He ask, knowing she would know what he was talking about

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She shrugs slightly. “Therapy and removing a potential problem. Step one, anyway. Step two will be later.”

She moves around to the other side of the bed and reaches out for Amy’s hand. She pauses and hesitates, like she’s afraid the hand will turn into a snake and bite her. She takes a breath and steels herself, then gently takes Amy’s hand.

[Leon Davenport] He nodded “Want me ot come for step two? I think it would do me some good” He say, the chair squeaking as he finaly got up “You have no idea wehy she got hurt?’

[Amy] Nothing bites. Nothing moves. She may well be out again, except for the slightly elevated heart rate on the monitor.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I imagine she was pissed at John.” She shakes her head. “She was at the skinhead bar that we hit the other night. Being a fucking idiot by going in alone. She knows better than to go in alone.”

Indeed, she does know better than to go in alone. She lets that point hang in the air, shaking her head. A deep breath is drawn in and out.

[Leon Davenport] His handscurl into fists “John?”He simply say, the tone flat, but the anger, the rage spiking. He thoguht it was over with John. ODesn’t seem like it..at least not before this morning. He doesn’t come closer to Amy’s still form. He stay were he is, trying to breathe deeply so he could control the fie burning inside him

[Amy] Her eyes open slowly, pinned on where she thinks Leon’s voice and rage is coming from.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Hey.” She looks at Leon. It’s not hard to see what he was thinking. “It’s been over since about when it started, more or less. They haven’t been doing anything. Trust me. This was residual closure shit. And don’t take that any way but words, cause it ain–”

She cuts off when she sees Amy’s eyes open, and squeezes the kin’s hand. “Hey, you.” It’s gentle, and even with a tiny hint of warmth. As much as she can manage. “You’re an idiot.”

[Riddle me This] *He doesn’t exactly break the land speed record with his shitty little 80’s civic. Were he to even try the complaining beast of a vehicle would no doubt dump the theurge on the side of the road. Such were its quirks, the car was churlish at best. Still, Owen nudges the muddy brown deathtrap quickly down the highway and through the city, streaking beneath the shrouded judges moon on his way to the hospital. On his way to Amy.

It was true, he didn’t enjoy the kin’s company to date. She was foolhardy. A danger to herself and those who would have to rise to defend her, through bonds of sentiment or duty. Still, Leon cared for her, she was kin, and therefore a sort of family. Family Owen understood. So he drives as though it were Bella, or one of his cherished younger sisters in need of him.

Only Family can see her. Owen’s rage spikes hot, and the strangeness of his unbridled spirituality has the triage nurse worried he’s escaped from their psych ward upstairs. So it is that Owen’s approach farther down the hall is heralded by a chorus of “Sir! SIR! You can’t go in there! Only Family is al- sir? SIR!!? Someone call Security?”

And he’s not even in the room yet.*

[Leon Davenport] He’s still angry. So pissed that he might visit the bar later and lock the doors and not care who’s in the place, if all, any or none of them has touched Ay. He mgiht jsut fgo there and realese the pent up anger. He doesn’t say anything back to Sarita. He odesn’t explain how it hurt to know that she’s feeling something for John that she isn’t for him. How it feel ot know that no matter what you do, you’re second best. He doesn’t like it at all. He wasn’t made to be second. Part male vanity, part wolf instincts, part Ahroun pride.

He cared for her, more than he had cared for a kin since his first change. The fact that her relation with John is over because the Get didn’t want it, didn’t make it easier for him. Not at all. So instead of saying anything stupid or hurtful, he bit his tongue hard enough for blood to fill his mouth, just looking at Amy.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks up, toward the door, and sighs a bit. Yeah, this is clearly going to go well. She looks between Leon and Amy and, after a moment’s hesitation, she lets go so she can go try and smooth the situation over with the staff. “I’ll be right back.”

She looks at Amy. “Don’t go anywhere.” It’s a joke, even if it’s short on humor. She slips out to go intercept the nurse and security people and explain to them that “Steven” is “Jessica’s” spiritual healer and that as her sister, “Martine” will vouch for him.

[[Persuasion FTW!]]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Amy] Her eyes move from Sarita to focus on the doorway, somehow already knowing that something related to her is the cause of the commotion in the hallway. Her hand tightens on her sister’s for a moment, before letting it go.

She hasn’t bothered to argue the charge of idiocy. There’s no point.

[Riddle me This] *To say Owen is disheveled is an understatement. The lanky eco-shaman has barefeet shoved into hiking boots, a dull grey wifebeater half shoved into pajama pants. Navy flannel. “Steven” was a spiritual healer by general aura alone. Smell of pot hanging heavily and no doubt familiar about his clothing, the nursing staff easily buy Sarita’s story, helped along by long hair and general intensity. That and the fact that Sarita could talk god into pulling an eighth day of overtime, and “Steven”looks like he’s going to.. do.. something if he doesn’t get his way.

He nods to Sarita wordlessly and enters the room, green eyes falling to his tribemate, then the kin on the bed, then back to his tribemate. Waiting for an update before acting.*

[Leon Davenport] He slihtly move closer to Amy, but nowhere within reach of each other “Iasked Owen to come over”He say iwthout much expression “He’ll heal you” He doesn’t look directly at her. Seeing her like this hurt…and with everything else going on in his mind..well better that he look everywhere but at her

He felt Owen coming in and nodded to the man “Thanks for coming Owen. Can you help her without things being too obvious?”He ask his tribesmate, eyes on him, with his barely controlled rage reflected in them. It wasn’t directed at Owen, the theurge probably knew that.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She shuts the door. “Obvious isn’t too much of a concern. We’re all under false names, we can get her out of here.”

She walks back over, looking like she wants to get close to Amy again but keeping some distance so as not to crowd the Walkers while Owen works. “We just don’t want her doing backflips on the way out.”

[Amy] She doesn’t quite meet Leon’s eyes when he talks to her, and doesn’t put up any sort of resistance when it’s announced that she’s going to be healed. She only gets a certain number before things start not quite knitting together right, but this is as good a time to blow one as ever.

[Riddle me This] You. You’re family. Sign her out Against Medical Advice.

*Curt, the door closing and general tenseness of the room spurring the normally reserved spirit talker into action. He turns to look idly for cameras and nods to Leon, voice rumbling with low authority.*

You. Take out the top left camera. I’d do it with a gremlin but depending on mood that can be time consuming.

*That said, he moves towards Amy, taking stock of her general condition, trying to fathom what exactly needs his attention first. Tall theurge bending over her bed, hard gaze strafing over her before he snatches her chart from the side rail.*

[Leon Davenport] “He nodded o Owen and taking his jacket off the back of his chai, he moved to place it over the camera. Once it was secured, he moved the chair in front of the door and placed it so it would block it, tilted slightly the back undser the knob.

He looked at Owen “I think we’re good to go”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She purses her lips, like she’s hesitant to leave Amy’s side, but nods and heads out. More Persuasion goes into place as she starts convincing them that she has excellent private health professionals who can handle it and…oh, just shut the fuck up and give her the forms before she turns her ass into an inbox!

Okay, maybe she’s losing a bit of her suavity for the day. She gets the forms regardless.

[Riddle me This] *A deep breath sucked through the theurge’s teeth. The kin had been raped. Green eyes shut a moment as rage flashes white hot for the space of several heartbeats. Its with a square jaw stretched tense that Owen opens his eyes and looks down at Amy, hands unfolding stiffly from the clipboard and dropping it beside her bed with a clatter. When long fingers rest on the strider kin’s bare and swollen collar, its with butterfly delicacy. His expression however, remains grim. Even as a healing tingle washes over the battered kinfolk in warm white glow of Gaia’s own love, theurge breathing deeply as he channels the Mother.*

[Mothers touch. 1gn. wp]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]

[Amy] She winces at the touch, even though it’s barely there. Her eyes stay focused on the ceiling, barely breathing as she feels bones starting to knit and skin forming.

[Leon Davenport] He’s silent, just watching, leaning against a wall. He let Owen work his magic. His mind was and body was jsut a mess of fire and anger. But he wouldn’t leave until he knew she was gonig to be ok

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She comes back in, having signed the forms and shoved them off. She opens and shuts the door silently, watching from the distant spot in the room.

[Riddle me This] *Things couldn’t have worked out better if he had planned it. Internal damage heals. Bones knit and reform. The dry swelling of her violation dissipates entirely, leaving a kin slightly bruised, but whole in every other way. A few days and even the bruises would fade to faint yellow splotches across her skin that she could poke or bump without the reminder of her assault. Owen for his part, snatches his hands back from Amy like she’s on fire, taking a step back and nodding to Leon and Sarita in turn.*

Are we ready?

[Amy] “Thank you.” Her eyes barely flicker to Owen before looking back at the ceiling. “I need something to wear out.”

[Leon Davenport] He simply nodded. He hadn’t foundthe desire ot speak again, his mouth still tasting of copper, from when he bit his tongue too hard earlier. He wait for Amy to change into regular clothes before moving to take the jacket off the camera. Once Owen had nodded to them, his eyes has stopped looking at Amy.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Thanks, Owen.” She gives a faint but sincerely grateful smile to the Walker, then walks over to take Amy’s hand. “Hey.” She sets some of Amy’s clothes from the van on the bed. “Here you go.”

[Amy] Sitting up slowly and finding it more comfortable than she has in days, she starts to undo the various tubes and leads. Her IV is removed with a practiced ease of someone who has done it far too many times, and the edge of the bedsheet is held against the puncture for a few seconds until the blood clots. Then it’s time to stand, shrugging off the hospital gown without a single ounce of modesty so that she can get dressed.

[Riddle me This] *No longer directly needed, Owen seems to fade into the antiseptic blue of the room. He was by no means meek, nor without personality. Rather, he existed as a vague unsettling presence, not entirely there beyond the subtle pulse of rage. One foot in another world as he stares at the dull grey lino. A sharp nod to the kin and Sarita in response, theurge rumbling.*

Welcome to it.

[Leon Davenport] He nodded to Owen “Thank” He managed to say, after swallowing blood so it wouldn’t show too much that his tongue was bleeding. He look over at Sarita and Amy, his eyes not resting on Amy’s naked form as they might have in normal times. “Will you two be ok?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “We will be.” She furrows her brow, looking at Leon. She’s a bit wary at this point, watching Leon with a slight frown. “You have to go?”

[Amy] She dresses quickly, pulling on whatever shoes Sar brought for her and watching Leon out of the corner of her eye.

[Leon Davenport] He shrugh “I don’thave to go. I thought maybe you two would like some time alone” He say “You probably have a lot to discuss together” He say while looking at Sarita “I can stay though. If you want it”He say, looking at both woman.

[Riddle me This] *The creature who’d healed the kin holds up a wall. Silent, eyes down. Waiting to see how it all plays out.*

[Amy] A young female detective, already wearing her very best ‘concerned for the victim’ look, appears in the doorway and stops short when hit by the wall of simmering rage.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks at Amy for a long moment. There are a whole lot of conflicting emotions there, including some Amy has never seen in Sarita’s eyes directed at her like anguish and betrayal. They’re hiding behind the worry that she’s trying to show more of, but they are there.

She looks back to Leon. “Amy and I gotta talk, yes. But that can wait. Right now, I think she needs you, and you guys gotta talk too.”

[Amy] “I’m talking to Owen first.”

[Leon Davenport] He frowned slightly when Amy say she wanted to talk to Owen. He nodded “Fine”He turn and grabbed his jacket that was hanging over the camera. He looked at the officer “Sorry Ma’am, I think she need so private time with her spirit healer” He say, piercing blue eyes looking so intense, they might be looking into the soul of the young woman officer. And he doesn’t step sideways as he move out of the room, but right in fornt f the officer, ofrcing her to back off

[Riddle me This] *Blink. Clearly he was listening, as Owen’s head rises sharply, expression one of confusion. Green eyes flick to Leon as he leaves, then back to the kinswoman. Wait… what? The look he gives Sarita is almost comical. A combination of startled puzzlement and sudden desperation. As though the Ragabash and hid own tribesmate were about to leave him alone in a cubicle with a starving lioness.*

.. pardon?

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] If it’s odd to Sarita, she doesn’t show it. She just shrugs and nods, squeezing Amy’s shoulder gently before she moves to give Owen and Amy some space. As she does so, she comes up behind Leon to help him block out the officer.

[Amy] The woman backs off quickly, looking confused when she finds the bed of the badly hurt woman empty and a roomful of scary people. She stammers something that sounds like she’ll come back later, and skitters off.

Amy sits on the edge of the bed, waiting.

[Leon Davenport] He look back at Sarita “Can you close the door ofr them?”He say before moving further in the hallway then leaned against a wall, looking at the Ragabash for a moment, but if he wanted ot say something, he decide otherwise and looked away.

[Riddle me This] *Everyone leaves. Its Owen and Amy and the muted beep of machines looking for human signatures. Green eyes rest on the bruised kin, one eyebrow up, waiting for the shoe to drop. When the girl simply sits quietly, Owen unfolds from the wall and rumbles simply.*

You’re welcome.

[Amy] “I owe you. What do you want?” She runs her fingers in her hair, trying to brush it into something resembling tamed.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She shuts the door with a short nod, taking a lean next to Leon.

“That girl needs you,” she says quietly. “I know you’ve got a lot of emotions pent up in this. I don’t blame you. Just…give it time, if you can, before you start piling on the blame. Please.”

She has a lot of emotions herself, as noted before. Anger. Frustration. Not a small amount of disgust. Fear. But right now, the deepest that she has is guilt, and for the moment, she’s letting it show. A rare thing for her.

[Leon Davenport] He look directly at Sarita “We both know it’s not true right? We both know who she needs really. I”m jsut a poor subsitute” He say in a low growl. “And you know, I feel like an idiot for believing otherwise. From the start, I”ve been a release for what John put her through.” He pause “From that night she went with me to the hotel because he rejected her, to those other moments…maye to get him to be jealous or I don’t know. I’m not saying hse doesn’t care. I”m saying..I could probably any guy who showed interest”

He tilt his head “Can you tell me I”m wrong?”

[Riddle me This] *Owen looks at the kin of pharoahs and harbingers, and his gaze is flat a moment. Then he makes a noise. A deep gravel in his chest. Unfamiliar. So much so it might take a moment to realize the dour shaman is chuckling. Shaking his head and binding long hair up off his shoulder in one long fingered hand.*

I’m not a spirit that requires Chiminage Amy.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks at him. “Actually, I can.” Her head tilts to the side. “You’re not just any guy who showed interest. Far as I know, she’s been over this with you, that she doesn’t want to be mated. She’s under my protection, and she wants to stay that way. But believe me, I’ve been worried that she may want to change that sometime down the line. Maybe soon.”

There’s sincerity in her voice when she speaks. “Are you John? No. And she’s not my mother. But it doesn’t mean I love her any less, just because I didn’t grow up with her. Just because you weren’t the guy who flipped her world upside down like she’s never known doesn’t mean…”

She shakes her head, looking down the hallway. “She needs you. Trust me.”

[Amy] She scowls. “And I’m not some fucking twit that expects you to fix my mistakes and not be indebted for it. If I were a trueborn, you would expect something in return. Don’t fucking treat me any different.”

[Riddle me This] *That dark eyebrow rises again, incredulous over green eyes that seem to search the kin in front of him. Looking for some sign as to what it is that sets her off. Easy to read, our Owen, as terrible a liar as they come, and his emotions are clear on his face. Mild annoyance at being snarked at again out of the blue by the hair trigger strider. Amusement despite himself at her relentless moxie, and vague worry about the trouble its sure to get her in. HAS gotten her in. He shakes his head.*

You aren’t a trueborn, Amy. But if you must be indebted to feel worthy of healing, then this is what you owe – make a genuine effort to cultivate respect and civility when dealing with those of us that are trueborn.

*That said, he crosses his arms, lips quirked wry.*

[Leon Davenport] He look at her “Maybe she needs me. Look, I’m not good at this ok. I never had any type of lasting relationship. So maybe I don’t convey my intetions clearly or what not. I’m not going around with the intention of claiming her, not without her consent. I would fight anyone who would put one on her, if she doesn’t want them to. I’m not saying I want to marry her.

But I want to spend time with her, get to know her and all that. I just can’t handle things well if she’s seeing someone else. She’s not mine. She’s hers. So Iexpect that she might eventually look elsewhere. I’m not even pretend I”ll handle it well. I just..won’t hurt her.”

He shook his head “Fuck I hate this. I can’t find the right words…I feell iek I”m jsut talking without being clea”He decided to be quiet finally.

[Amy] He may as well have hit her, from the look on her face. She nods once, stiffly, and moves for the door.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “If that’s what you want…then show her you deserve it.” She looks him over. “Let the John thing go. Believe me, it’s over.”

[Leon Davenport] He nodded to Sarita “Maybe it is.. Is it over for her, that’s the question.” He pass a hand in his hair “I..we’ll talk, her and I. Set everything straight. Want me to do that at the BroHo, so you’re nearby if something happen, or do you trust me enough that if she’s ok with it, I’ll bring her to my place?”

[Amy] She looks pissed all over again when she storms out of the hospital room, heading down the hall without bothering to see who may follow.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She frowns and watches her walk off, looking to Leon before she moves to follow. “Hey.”

[Riddle me This] *Understand this kin, Owen did not. There were two in the world he understood. He understood his little sister Lucy would always be able to kick his ass at basketball. He understood his little sister Sam would cry and wail about her boyfriends over the phone but was just “venting” and never wanted Owen to actually come talk to them. Amy, did not make sense to him. An expression of bemused bewilderment on his face as he walks slowly from the hospital room. A glance to Sarita as he falls into step, voice low.*

She insisted on repaying a debt as a blooded relative would. It would appear she does not agree with the terms. But a deal struck, is a deal made.

She’ll be respectful of her fullblooded cousins, or her debt will be yours, Sarita.

*Owen’s voice is casual, but its laced with steel. Patient as he was, he was growing weary of the Strider’s histrionics.*

[Amy] “Hey. Shall we?”

The nursing staff is too busy gaping at the woman who was unconscious two hours ago and is now walking out of the ward to make any real attempt to stop her.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “We’ll talk about it later.” It’s said as an aside as she walks after Amy. “Thanks.”

[Leon Davenport] He look at Sarita “I’ll join you in a moment” He say then looked at Owen with a grin “I think you asked her the hardest thing you could of her” He shook his head “And if she can’t repay it, I wil brother. I asked you to come. It was a favor to me”he say with a nod, looking at the staff who were staring at Amy “Fuck”He say softly “How the hell are we going to spin this one off?”

[Riddle me This] *A curt nod to Sarita, Owen falling back to give the pair space. He presses his lips together as undue attention is given to the miraculously healed in. So much for wheeling her out in a goddamn chair.*

A gremlin to the cameras and … some sort of heavy painkiller administered.

Do you have any contacts within the medical community?

[Amy] She stops, turning around slowly and looking at Leon for the first time all day. “It’s not yours to repay. If you do, you’ll never see me again.”

Little off the deep end there, maybe?

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She just shakes her head. “C’mon. Van outside.”

She’s pretty monosyllabic at this point. And in her head, she’s half-considering what the quickest route out of the city is.

[Riddle me This] *Owen bites his tongue and scrubs his beard. The girl had just suffered severe trauma. He would give her this incedent gratis, despite his wearing patience. Looking around, he heads back to the hospital room to dispose of her chart. There were more important things at stake than prideful kin.*

[Leon Davenport] He didn’t react to Amy’s words for now. They will tak later. He shook his head at Owen “No no contacts.”He frown “Dammit, this sucks”He’s half tempted to beat up a girl looking liek Amy and put her in her palce…but in fact…maybe Amy should be beat up again and put back in bed. He shook his head. Ok, that wasn’t fair. But they still had a problem to solve. Moving with Owen he ask softly “Any chance we can switch charts with another patient nad make it so people would have been mistaken between her and osmeone else?”

[Amy] She turns again, quiet as they make their way out and to the van. Getting in the front and closing her door, she looks out the side window.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[*Points out that Sarita said they were checked in under false names, so there’s no trail*]]

[Riddle me This] [no trail aside from people fitting their descriptions and on the hall cameras being at the heart of a miracle. *laughs*]

[Amy] (Most hospitals don’t have cameras, and since she was a crime victim from a poor area, she would have been taken to the bottom of the barrel facility anyway.)

[Riddle me This] (For the sake of expediency, we’ll assume this one doesn’t have them in the halls or something.)

[Leon Davenport] ((as long as we all agree that there’s no chance of the veil being lifte…i don’t want things to come back later to bite Leon in the ass :P))

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She sits in the driver’s seat, not saying anything. She looks over at Amy and then stars at the steering wheel.


[Amy] She sighs. “What? Where do you want to start?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I want to go home and go to bed.” It’s said quietly, looking at the parking lot in front of them. There’s no real emotion left right now. No anger’s left. No accusation. She’s just tired.

[Riddle me This] Possibly.

*A nod from Owen, a man of action in a clinch, already stripping pertinent information from it and settling it at the side of the now empty bed.*

[Amy] She shrugs, still looking out the window.

[Leon Davenport] He waited for Owen to be done. He took his phone out and texted something then looked at Owen “Let’s have a talk outside if you don’t mind” He say ismply. His rage seem less intense now. After all, he wasn’t angy at his tribesmate. He was grateful for the man’s help. He walked quickly out of the hospital, their rage keeping the staff away but he certainly had no intetions of coming back to this place. Just in case. They managed to keep things..kinda under the lid, but he didn’t want to cahnce it.

He stepped out, talking with him, in the direction of the parking lot

[Amy] Her phone chirps from inside the bag of her limited personal things that she came in with. Digging it out, she checks the texts and sends one back.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Who was that?”

[Riddle me This] *Owen is all too glad to be free of the antiseptic shine of the hospital. He nearly beats Leon out the door, so relieved to be out of the place with all its domed mirrors and dull glass. He doesn’t even mind the bite of winter through his thin cotton A frame shirt. His pajamas hardly sufficient armor against a Chicago winter. But then, there’d seemed little time to change. Crunching footfalls bring him towards the rusted brown hunk of metal he calls a car, and with a glance around, “Steven” the spiritual guru fishes a blunt from his pocket and lights it. Leaning on the hood of his car in customary silence.*

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Apologies for the super-DUPER-short posts by the way. It’s a purposeful stylistic choice for this scene. 🙂 ]]

[Leon Davenport] His phone beeped and he look at the message. He typed something back as he continued to walk with Owen

[Amy] Her phone chirps again, and she texts back.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks over when Amy doesn’t answer her, and just lays back in the driver’s seat. Her eyes half-lid as she checks her watch.

[Riddle me This] *A gruff noise of agreement. Owen’s own cellphone going off abruptly, playing – of all things – March Slav. He looks down at the text and his eyebrows bounce skyward, blunt pinched between his lips as he texts back, and makes to separate from Leon in a hurry, folding into his car.*

[Amy] The phone is tossed back into the bag. “Leon. He’s meeting us at the Broho. He wants to talk too. Everybody can bitch me out at once.”

[Leon Davenport] His phone beeped again and when he saw the answer…he snarled slightly, as he squeezed the phone, a cracking sound was heard and he frowned. He pressed the buttons and the screen lit up. He shook it slightly to make sure nothing as loose inside. He looked at Owen with some surprise “Hmm ok..see you later I guess” He say then look at his phone for a long time, before deciding to put it in his pockets and head for his car

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks over at Amy and then out the window again. “I’m not going to bitch you out. Not now.”

[Amy] “What are you waiting for?”

[Riddle me This] *Peanut fires up with a stuttering protest, and stubbing out his joint for the third time tonight, Owen is off to a posher part of town.
To deliver a Gnawer baby.

When it Rains it Pours*

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Oh.” She shakes her head. “Sorry…at the Broho, you said.” She shrugs a bit, starts up the engine and moves to drive off.

[Amy] “Oh. Alright.” She’s quiet on the way.

[Amy] (And blast off!)

The Brotherhood

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She pulls into the parking lot and walks up behind Amy, through the downstairs and straight up to the room. No talking to anyone, no smiles. She just guides them up.

[Leon Davenport] He drove the lexus to the BroHo, arriving maybe 10/15 minutes after the sisters. He had taken some time alone, in his car, to think, to breathe, to calm down. He still felt like ripping peopel apart. He might just do that tonight. Chain the doors of the fucking bar and let loose until there’s nothing left but blood, gore, bones and purifying fire. A part of him tells him not everyone involved will be there, and not everyone there was involve.d..but he so needed an output. Maybe he will be lucky and Banes will attack him or something

He stepped out of his car and walked inside. Without a look aound, he headed toward room 10. Knocking twice on thedoor.

[Amy] She opens the door for Leon, wandering to her bunk and leaving him to let himself in and close the door

[Leon Davenport] He entered the room and closed the door behind him. He didn’t move closer, but leaned against it, nodding to Sarita. He was calm enough to speak now and his tongue had stopped bleeding. His piercing blue eyes looked at Amy “What now?”He simply ask. No yelling, so hitting, no blaming, not right now anyway.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Hey.” She’s in the process of changing out of her clothes into something new. A couple more bloodspots can be seen that she was subtly covering with her duster as she peels the shirt off and tosses it aside, going for a new one. “You guys should talk. I can hang in the common room if need be.”

[Amy] “Sar…” She trails off though, not sure what else to say.

[Leon Davenport] He look at Sarita “I don’t want to kick you out of your own room Sarita. Beside i have a feeling that whatever issaid and done, you will know about it later. It’s up to you f you want a summary, or the live version”

He look at Amy “Unless you want us to talk privatly”

[Amy] She shrugs, lying back on the bed.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She shakes her head as she goes for a towel. Yes, she changed so that she could grab a towel to go shower. That shows you how with it she is.

“No, it’s cool. You guys chat. I’m going to take a shower, see if my psychotic break happens.” She looks at Amy a long moment, then heads out of the room.

[Leon Davenport] He nodded “Al right, see you later Sarita” He say before turning his attention to Amy

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She makes sure the shower is esepcially long. She has no desire to bust in on that conversation, which as far as she’s concerned could go one of ninety different ways. She’s damn near killed the hot water by the time she comes out, wrapped in a towel and cleaner, but no more vibrant than she was before. She walks down the hallway into the room, shutting it behind her.

[Amy] She looks tired, lying on her side and staring off into nothing. “Hey”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Hey.” She kics the door shut and walks over to Amy’s bed. She doesn’t say anything, and only stops if Amy seems to object; she lays down on the bed behind her and curls up with her sister.

[Amy] She doesn’t object, just wrigging around a little to make enough room. “I remembered to take an ID.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I noticed. Thus the call to me.”

[Amy] “Things got a little out of hand.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “More than a little, I would say.”

[Amy] She shrugs a shoulder. “I guess. I needed to hit something.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Looked more like you needed something to hit you.” A pause. “Till there was no point in doing so.”

[Amy] She lets out a bitter laugh. “They stopped because it’s not okay to kill a chick. Jesus fuck. I’m not even the right thing to get beat to death.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Jessus, Amy.”

[Amy] “I just fall fucking short no matter what I try to do.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Completely untrue. You’ve gotten farther in what you’re trying to do than any kinfolk I’ve ever heard of. You’ve had a lot of success there.”

[Amy] “Yeah. Pretty good, for a kin.” She wriggles away and sits up. “He wants to be with me, but he can’t because it fucks up somebody else’s chances to knock me up. It doesn’t matter what I’ve done, or how much I’ve proven myself, or that the only fucking way I’m going to pop out kids is if somebody ties me the fuck down for nine months and forces it. All that matters is that because I’m kin, other people have say over who I can and can’t be with. Other people have power to hurt someone I care about if I don’t stay away.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “No. Fucking amazing for a kin. Pretty good for a Garou.” She hasn’t moved, despite Amy sitting up. “I’m sorry I can’t make it right. But this is what we’re all about. If you were Garou, it would be no different, because it would be charaching then. And that’s as bad or worse.”

She’s quiet a moment. “It’s not because you’re kin. It’s because he’s Metis.”

[Amy] “Nobody else sees it that way, Sar. Especially here. Owen told me I could pay him back by stopping trying to act like a trueborn and be respectful to those that really were. He doesn’t give a shit what I’ve done, all he sees is a mouthy kinfolk. He came and healed me because my boyfriend asked him to.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Have you told him what you’ve done? Have you told anyone how far you got back at your home sept?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Or are you just expecting that they know?”

[Amy] “I can tell them all I want, Sar. Until I prove it, it’s just bullshit.”

[Amy] She lies back down next to Sar. “I don’t think I’m going to talk to Lukas. You should pack up.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “What do you mean, ‘I’ should?”

[Amy] “Exactly that. It’s the big league, that pack. You need to go for it. Without me on you like an anchor. I’ll still help as much as they let me, but I don’t think it’s going to do anybody any good trying to pretend like I belong there.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She shakes her head and just closes her eyes, not saying anything.

[Amy] “It’s huge, Sar. You have to go for it.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I don’t care.”

[Amy] “What the fuck do you mean, you don’t care?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Let’s go.”

[Amy] “Go where?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I don’t give a shit. Detroit. Miami. Honolulu. Cabo Fucking San Lucas. Who gives a shit? Out of here.”

[Amy] “No. Fuck you. You got offered a spot in fucking Lucas’ fucking pack. You don’t just walk the fuck away from that.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “You are.”

[Amy] “I can’t pack up. I’m just kin.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “And we agreed a long time ago that we’re a package deal. So if it’s not happening, we might as well have a few mai tais and watch a sunset.”

[Amy] “We can fucking agree that we see unicorns, Sar. That doesn’t mean anybody else is going to buy it.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Just…lay down, please? I don’t want to fight.”

[Amy] A few seconds pass before she lies back against her. “I don’t want to fuck this up for you. A pack like this doesn’t come around more than once.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “The only way it’s fucked up is if you’re not with me.”

[Amy] “It’s not like I’m fucking leaving.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That’s not really the point.”

[Amy] “Then what is the fucking point?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “The point is that we’re a team. You and me….package deal. And we can’t give up on that.”

[Amy] “Even if it costs you the pack?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Maybe they won’t have you run into every battle. Maybe you gotta stay back when the Nexus Crawler comes out.” She shrugs. “Maybe…I don’t know. I do know that I’m not going to let you not at least talk to him.”

[Amy] “Jesus, you’re a nag.” Her tone is teasing “Okay. I’ll talk to him.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Good.” She takes a breath, letting her eyes half-close. “How are you feeling?”

[Amy] “Sore, but alright.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She doesn’t say anything, just puts an arm around Amy and sighs a bit.

[Amy] “How pissed off were you?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She gives a bland shrug. “I was more worried at first.” She pauses. “I did my best to cover the…whole HIM situation with Leon.”

[Amy] “He knows now. That I don’t feel the same about him.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “And?”

[Amy] “And that he’s the one I’m with.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “And how is he with all that?”

[Amy] “He’s going to be a problem at some point. No matter what he says, I’m just a kin that needs to be kept in line to him.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “We’ll cross that bridge if and when we come to it.”

[Amy] “We probably will. But by then, maybe the pack thing will be set.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “It should be, hopefully.” A pause. “I killed a coke dealer out in Cabrini today.”

[Amy] “Yeah?” If she knows where it’s leading, she’s not letting on.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah. Leon happened to drop a tidbit to me about you in a bathroom.” Her eyes shut the rest of the way. She doesn’t move. She stops breathing for a moment.

[Amy] There’s a long, long pause. “Oh.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I just…” She shakes her hand and squeezes her arm around Amy. “I don’t understand. I don’t know if I want to.”

[Amy] “So you fucking killed somebody?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Like I’ve never shot a drug dealer hanging out around a school in the face before.”

[Amy] She sighs. “I got it from some random person at the club.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Can I ask why?”

[Amy] “I don’t know. “Courage. ,maybe.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Can I ask you to please never do it again?” Her voice comes in soft and quiet. She sounds more like a 16-year-old girl than a thirty-year-old Ragabash with a passion for snark. “I don’t wanna make you feel bad about it. I just…I see someone who’s using and all I can think of is…why I hate it so much.”

[Amy] She sighs and wriggles to turn around, arm wrapped around Sarita. “Okay. It was just a little bit, and it’s not like I do it all the time. Hardly ever, really.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She leans in and hugs Amy, as carefully as she can while still clinging for life. “Any other day you know I’d be reading you about seven different riot acts, right?”

[Amy] “Just seven?” She holds onto her tightly, quiet for several seconds. “We’re not just fucking around anymore, are we? Shit is starting to get serious.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She finally puts forth a smile, for the first time since right after Owen healed Amy. “As a heart attack while defusing a nuclear bomb in church, chickadeee.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Which, by the way, is not an activity I recommend.”

[Amy] She laughs a little. “Yeah, I can imagine the fuck not.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She sighs. “We’re staying in tonight.” As if that wasn’t obvious. “Fuck everyone else out there. Anyone short of Kyle–or maybe Gina–comes up and knocks, the door is not opening.”

[Amy] “Yeah. Fuck them, right? Nobody should have any reason to even want to stop in.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Not that I know of.” She smiles again. “You know we’ll have to have another serious talk later, right?”

[Amy] “About?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Everything.” She shrugs. “What happened, where your head’s at after a little time’s set in. I mean, I wouldn’t be a good sister if I just let it drop. You’d do the same if it were me.”

[Amy] She’s quiet for a minute, then sighs. “Fuck me. Yeah, I would.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I’m just givin’ you fair warning, so you can’t say you were blindsided.” She grins. “My sweet little ass is hereby covered.”

[Amy] “So it’s going to be one of THOSE talks.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Well, maybe. I can’t give away the ending now, can I? Spoilers suck.”

[Amy] “Maybe after we’re all packed up, I can talk to Katherine….”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She sighs. “I dunno.” She’s quiet for a moment, watching her. “At the least, give me a lot of warning before you do? We’re really gonna have to feel that out. I don’t know that it’ll fly, and if it doesn’t, we’ll all be fucked.”

[Amy] “Well, yeah. It

[Amy] It’s not like I’m going to march in first thing and be all hey, I’m pretty fucking twisted for you kin. You mind if I fuck the metis?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She smirks. Her sense of humor is coming back in segments. “If we ever have to run and decide we want to run forever and EVER? You’re using that line.”

[Amy] She laughs. “Yeah, okay. Sacrifice my ass. I get it.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Naah, we’ll make sure the charges are set first so we can blow the joint.”

[Amy] “Don’t tease me.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She chuckles a little. “We joke about detonating our prospective pack. We’re not normal, you know that?”

[Amy] “And thank fucking god for that. Boring as shit.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Truer words were never spoken.”

No Laughter Here

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] After about three rings, it picks up. Sarita’s voice is tired and upset. “Amy’s phone. Sarita talking. Who’s this?” No, she didn’t check the caller ID first, she just answered.

[Leon Davenport] He frowned “Hey Sarita, it’s Leon. CanI talk to Amy?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Ahh. Hey.” A pause. “Give me a moment.” He can here the sounds of people a ways away and beeping noises. She’s clearly indoors somewhere. A door shuts, and she sighs. “Amy can’t talk right now, on account of being drugged up on painkillers. I’m at the hospital right now.”

[Leon Davenport] “What happened?”He asked and there was worry in his voice

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “She went out on her own and got into a fight. A big one.” Sarita takes a deep, slow breath. There’s anger in her voice, and even though her Rage is low, she’s probably made some of the nurses rather skittish. “I’m her emergency contact, so I got called.”

[Leon Davenport] “Why…come on Sarita…tell me”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I wish I could tell you for sure. Last night we got fairly trashed, things were fine for the most part. She got angry at the fact that John hadn’t really spelled things out for her and drunk texted him. I took the phone from her. Then this morning she headed out. I got called maybe an hour or two later.”

A pause. “You know, I could ask about the finger-shaped bruises on her arm and the bite mark on her neck and how it may have been signs she’s being self-destructive, but I’m bring nice and not doing so. Because it doesn’t matter. What matters is the fact that she’s here, and she could probably stand to have you here. And, if your friend Owen has that little gift from the gods that certain people of his…persuasion have to make her feel better, that could be handy too.”

[Leon Davenport] He let out a low growl . Was it because of John, or the accusations or everything else? “Look you can ask…And all be honest with you”He said, sounding angry but still in control, she could hear him walk and walk fast, doors opening hard as he make his way somewhere “We had very intense sex ok? She likes it. But for fuck’s sake Sarita, I don’t want to hurt her…really hurt her.

Did she tell oyu that she made me lamost frenzy on her because she took some coke and after flirting and all, just as we were about to fuck, her high dropped she stopped and threw in my face that she slept with John…and you know what..I went out. I was pissed as hell, horny as fuck and had all engine running but I couldn’t hurt her.

I’m ont in love with her, not yet. She put me on edge, she keep throwing those wrenches into our relationship…if we have one. But I still fucking care enough to never put her in any real harm”She could hear a car door slam

[Leon Davenport] (*and I’ll be honest with you…)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] It’s silent. Completely, dead silent for a good twenty, thirty seconds it seems. Leon may well think that the line has gone dead, or that she’s walked away from Amy’s cell phone.

Then, in a low, almost murderous voice. “She took what?”

[Leon Davenport] “I think it was coke..seemed like it. I wanted ot talk to you about that”The car engine could be heard “I didn’t want to talk to you in fornt of her. She went to the bathroom in the club and came back..more relaxed. SO I stayed with her. Watched over her. There’s a lot of things that I can handle..but I’m worried about the coke”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I can’t…” She makes a near-choking sound. “I can’t…” A bit more silence.

“Get here,” she half-growls, half-whines. “She’s in room 354. She’s under the name of Jessica Rivera. Tell them you’re her fiancee, they’ll let you back.” A pause. “You are NOT her fiancee. Just to make that clear. I need…I have to get out of here. Once I see you’ve arrived, I’ll go. Just get here, now.”

[Leon Davenport] “What hospital…and Sarita..what is it? Help me out here. I”m trying to get to know her..trying to help her too dammit. I odn’t want her ot be junkie, ont to end up like she did today. And yeah, I know I”m not her fiancee….not sure I”m anything right now”He say with a low growl “AndI’ll call OWen when i get there..see if he can help her”

[Leon Davenport] (*nor to end up like…sorry for the typos…getting late :P)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Right…sorry. Blah Blah General Hospital.” She takes a breath. “I don’t think I can talk well right now. Amy knows how much I hate…powder drugs. They’re utter poison, they ruin lives and they kill people. And I’m trying very hard not to say that you should have told me sooner, because I know that you don’t know how much I hate them.”

She’s speaking in a carefully-controlled voice. She’s clearly only using such good elocution because to do otherwise would be to lose control. “So instead, I’m just going to say that as much as it pains me to not be here, I need to be elsewhere lest I say anything that hurts her more when she wakes up. Hopefully I will have some balance by the time she does, and I will be back. If not…apologize for her and tell her what you told me. She’ll understand why.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[apologize for me]]

[Leon Davenport] “Look..Ireally didn’t know. Sorry. I jsut don’t want to limit her you know..I want her ot be herself. But from what you told me..herself then to be destructive for her. If..if she really likes me. If she want to see how things can go between her and I, would you mind sitting with me and talk about her. About how we can help her?”

He took a deep breath “I’ll tell her what I otld you when she’s better. In the meantime, I’ll invent some bullshit about Lukas needing you or something. She’ll need rest.. And I should be there in about 10 minutes.”

He paused “And thanks..for telling me all that and letting me see her”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “No, don’t tell her anything about Lukas. She needs to hear the truth on this, and I don’t want her thinking ANYTHING is more important to me than her. If Lukas told me right now that Chicago itself was about to be swallowed by the Eater of Souls, all I would be thinking about is how go get her hospital bed in the back of my van so I could get her somewhere safe.”

[Leon Davenport] “All right, then I’ll tell her the truth. Better that she hate me then you I guess”Hesay somewhat flatly. He was afraid..well not afraid..but had doubts about how things will turn out. No matter how much he wanted ot work, things sometimes, jsut don’t. Hopefully it wasn’t like that..he’ll see. “Onceshe’s safe, I’m going to find whoever hurt her and rip them apart”He said, dead serious

[Leon Davenport] (*than you)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I’ll be right there with you.” She takes a breath. “I’ll have my phone on me. I’m leaving hers here. And I probably won’t be far. Later.”

[Leon Davenport] “All right, text me your number in case. My number should be in her phone”He say “I hope you’ll have calmed down before she wakes up. I’d like you to be there as well. See you shortly.”He say, letting her hang up when she was ready

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I’ll text you, sure. Call me when she wakes if I’m not there.” *Click*

A text comes through moments later, with Sarita’s number.

[Leon Davenport] He saved her number and prayed to Gaia thatAmy would be all right..if not whoever did it will not jsut die…he/she/it/they will die painfully and horribly

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