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 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.”

The Social (Pack) Network

[Matthieu] The invitation was extended to Owen as well as Leon(Though he might be looking to arrive later) to meet in a medium sized warehouse in the Lake View area. Matthieu’s car was the only thing parked out there and a large garage door was left open. Row upon row upon row of shelves were left empty within and up on one side was the raised office which floated above the warehouse and allowed the boss(and guests) a chance to look out over the facility.

Matthieu was overhead leaning against the railing at the top of the stairs. He was dressed in the finest attire that money could buy. Each and every threat of clothing matched to his exacting specifications. Matthieu always seemed to tower over others even when they were on the same level but this only seemed fitting that a Silver Fang might find the highest place in the building in which to stand just to display himself in all his radiant magnificence.

[Owen DeTerizzi] *Matthieu was displaying himself in all his resplendence and royal breeding when a long haired man walks with casual purpose through the garage door. This was not Leon. Therefore, it was either a very very angry bum, or Owen. Long fingers tease through dark hair as the theurge takes stock of the warehouse, before raising strange green eyes to the Fang on his pedestal. A gruff nod as breeding slaps him in the face. This could only be Mattheiu. A low rumbling tenor echoes through the empty space.*

Matthieu. I’m Owen. Leon’s hung up in a meeting.

*Abrupt and to the point, approaching with a raised hand in greeting as tan work boots sound on the catwalk.*

[Matthieu] Matthieu adjusts his position, and with it his cuffs before finally presenting a hand out and the most charming smile he can bring to bare.”Yes I’ve heard mention of you from Leon and I must say I am delighted to finally get the chance to meet you in person.”He says with a little grin.

“I suspect Leon has taken some time to speak to you about what he and I spoke of in our last meeting?”He asks before turning.”Come let’s get to the office.”He says leading to the door and into the rather spartan office.”Would you like some juice?”He asks as he walks to the refrigerator.”I am sorry this place hasn’t been stocked yet… Corporate expansion and all. We needed a larger warehouse in the city.”He says as he pulls out a bottle of applejuice.

[Amunet Trujillo] She’s late. Fuck only knows where Sarita is, but it isn’t where she thought they were supposed to be. This whole Leon thing is going to blow up in her face. She hurries to the address that was given to her after yet another text to Sarita of the ‘Jesus fuck where the fuck ARE you?’ variety.

[Owen DeTerizzi] *Owen’s calloused palm meets the Fang’s own, and the galliard’s charming smile is met with a slight quirk of lips. A smile, if one was being generous. Matt’s eyes are met for a fraction of a second, then the glasswalker averts his gaze. Still, there is strangely little of submission in the act, the theurge hardly seeming meek.*

No Juice.

*Not meek, but hardly chatty either. Matt is watched as his guest settles into a chair comfortably. Nowhere near as stylish as his ahroun counterpart, Owen was dressed simply. Jeans and a cable knit olive sweater.*

Leon spoke to your willingness to form a pack not directly related to scouting or striking. A pack for the city and sept both.

[Amunet Trujillo] Dark warehouse. Random cars. Very few lights on. Sure, this situation is obviously, perfectly safe. She parks and hops out of the car, moving far better tonight than she has been. After doing a quick check to see what or who may be around, she heads into the warehouse.

[Owen DeTerizzi] [oh yeah. nightmares?]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 8 (Failure at target 6)

[Matthieu] He nods his head as he returns to the table. His eyes looking ahead. The bright lights in the warehouse were welcome enough for anyone outside the office though the rows upon rows of open shelves implied the place was not yet open for business. Matt hadn’t yet noticed the kin scampering around below.

“That was the intention… I mean we all fight but sometimes the battle itself choses to take a path that differs greatly from what Garou have come to expect. This is the modern world, after all, and few battles, if any, are fought with tooth and claw these days.”

[Amunet Trujillo] Her boots announce her presence, the click of the heels echoing through the cavernous room and floating up to alert the men in the office to her presence.

[Owen DeTerizzi] Many battles are fought with tooth and claw. I leave that to those suited for them however. I’m better with plants than people, better with spirits than boardrooms or computers.

I have a vision of a city and sept harmonious and self-sufficient. The best of weaver and wyld together.
If I can help you, and you can help me, this pack will suit me. Leon’s the corporate wolf.

*Curt and to the point. It had been a rough night last night, and while yesterday’s dreamless reprieve had helped, the theurge wasn’t entirely at his best this evening. Would that Leon were here to talk, as he was better suited. Fingers rub across Owen’s temple as footfalls echo from below, head craning that way in question.*


[Amunet Trujillo] The tone of the steps change as she moves from the concrete floor to the metal stairs, each one taken with a slight pause before she hits the next.

[Matthieu] He listens to Owen with a smile and his eyes open just a little wider. He seems ready to speak when company is mentioned. Matthieu turns to look out the window and his smile slowly grows. He walks to the door and calls out to the woman.”Up here… Are you one of the women Leon mentioned?”He asks Amunet with a charming little smile.

“Come on up and join us in the office. I was just getting warmed up.”He says before returning inside.”We will let our guest get settled in and then I will continue. If you don’t mind waiting that is?”

[Amunet Trujillo] Glancing up at the voice, her steps speed up a little. Getting to the top, she gives Matt a slight smile and pushes her hair back with her fingers.

“Yeah, I’m Amy. Sorry I’m late…”

[Matthieu] He shakes his head holding the door open for her as she enters before letting her step past and closing it behind her.”Think nothing of it… This wasn’t a formal meeting or anything.”He adds with a little smile.”I was just beginning to speak with Owen. Have the two of you met?”

He shakes his head and rolls his eyes.”Where are my manners?”He presents a hand out to the kin.”I am Matthieu Louvel de Ponthieu. It is a pleasure to meet you face to face miss..?”The question intended to get a name out of the woman.

[Owen DeTerizzi] We’ve met.

*Amy. Leon’s current pupil and Owen’s most recent headache. The theurge’s lips purse wry as the opinionated kinfolk walks into the room, her blood fairly singing with promise of jackal headed warriors and Egyptian ancestors past. Amy gets a nod of his head as he pushes out a seat for her with the toe of his boot.*

[Amunet Trujillo] Owen. Fuck. Maybe he won’t remember?

“Amunet Trujillo. Amy.” She shakes his hand, offering a bright, confident smile before looking Owen over quickly and nodding. “Hey.”

[Matthieu] He nods his head.”Excellent… Well if you don’t mind taking a seat I will continue.”The decorations were rather empty. There was a small kitchen area though it wasn’t well stocked either. There was a large table in the room with chairs but little else at the moment.

“Would you like some juice Amy? We don’t have much but I’ve only recently leased this place and haven’t had time to arrange for proper accommodations.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “No, I’m fine thank you.” She takes the seat that Owen offers, settling in and crossing her legs.

[Owen DeTerizzi] *Owen’s phone vibrates, and being the filthy Urrah that he was, he hauls it out of his pocket, punches a response, and looks back up to the Galliard.

Silent and vaguely unsettling.*

[Matthieu] He glances at Owen and then to the phone and then back to Owen. A slight smile growing before looking at Amunet.”This is a city is it not? I mean we have this past as brave and dangerous warriors but let’s face it todays warriors are not the same as yesterdays warriors. We need them less and less… The need for the Garou to fight with tooth and nail declines when our major battles and losses are occurring in City Hall, and Courtrooms no?”He asks the other two.

“So my hope is simple… We take control of Chicago. Physically, Spiritually, Mentally. This city is it’s people and if we can control it’s people then we can control this city and if the city is under our control then this city. Our city… Becomes our weapon.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “So you want to take over the world, is what you’re saying? Cultivate influence and then exert that influence when necessary? What happens when we need to fight?”

[Owen DeTerizzi] We fight.

*Owen’s attention – distracted as it was by the shine of his I-phone – veers towards Amunet, strange green eyes focussing on the strider’s features carefully. Long fingers steeple as he leans forward and explains gruffly.*

We all fight. Kin and Garou alike. Equal respect for equal effort. But we try to fight with intelligence and planning. Use our resources.

*That gaze slips from the kinfolk to the regal fang at her elbow. An eyebrow raising in silent question.*

Tooth and claw might be rare for us, but if all else fails, we will have them as a resource as well, if needed.

[Amunet Trujillo] “I don’t have a problem fighting. I think you know that.” She looks Owen over again.

[Matthieu] He shrugs his shoulders.”I am Garou… I am not incapable of handling myself in a Fight… I am also looking to recruit Leon as a Full Moon he too would likely even outshine myself in a fight. When we need to fight we will fight… But our focus would not be on the front lines. Our focus would be elsewhere. We would be the ones pulling the police away from the scene of the crime. When someone slips… We would deal with their mess. When something gets out that shouldn’t we would be the ones who recover it.”

“When a company comes to town and purchases the territory of a pack from under their noses… It would be we who have our agents meet them in the courtroom and bind them up in litigation to the point where they throw their hands up in surrender.”

“The world of today is different. The war of today is a different animal and the Garou must be prepared to adapt with it. I am a Silver Fang, and I am a Traditionalist but I am also a realist. Without resources, influences, and some form of a hold upon this city we are little more than vagrants trying to fix a city overrun with a disease that devours entire city blocks within hours.”

“Our fight will be on the modern battleground… Our victories will not be as bloody as some but we will hit our enemies wqhere it hurts them most of all. We will hit them with changes in city polities… We will hit them with protests from the poor… We will hit them with court dates and perhaps even attacks on their servers? We will hit them with the very weapon they use to overwhelm us. When we control this city it ceases to be a blight upon the surface of Gaia and becomes a very large and very dangerous boot which we use to crush our enemies beneath.”

[Owen DeTerizzi] *Amy’s looking at the side of Owen’s head, and his eyes flick to hers briefly, but his attention is dedicated to the other garou in the room. Leon had a vested interest in the girl, Owen at this point did not. Perhaps should she become linked to the pack. Until then, she was his neither to teach, nor protect. A nod of Owen’s head to Matt.*

You speak mainly of ways to control the city. What of having it flourish? It is as dynamic as a jungle and Chicago is an entity all its own. What of improvement?

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] It’s not difficult for those inside the warehouse to hear Sarita coming. The VW Bus blasting “Raise Your Glass” by Pink announces that much. Sarita pulls her vehicle of choice up to the outside of the warehouse and plays a few moments longer before the sound dies. Not long after, the Ragabash’s long and quiet stride takes her into the warehouse.

Get it? Stride? As in Strider. And the strides are silent. Because the tribe….oh, shut the fuck up. You wouldn’t know funny if it hit you in the fucking face. No, Jay Leno is not “funny,” sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up. Speak up again when you have a sense of humor.

Ahem. Sorry about that. Anyway, Sarita comes into view, dressed in a T-Shirt that says “Sorry about what happens later” across it and a pair of black jeans underneath her ever-present duster. Her steel-toed boots complete the outfit. She walks inside, calling out as she does.

“C’mout, c’mout, wherever you aaaaare…” It’s a fairly good impression of DeNiro from Cape Fear.

[Matthieu] He peeks out when he catches sight of Sarita and he smiles once more then walks to the door and opens it.”Come on up we’re just getting started…”He calls down to her with a little smile. Wanting to make certain everyone is here to listen as well as contribute.

The call comes from the office up the stairs that overlooks the warehouse. Matt’s charming little grin was hard to make out from so high above the others.

He returns a moment or two later before giving Owen a little smile.”The city will improve with our guidance… That certainly doesn’t need to be gone into until we have opened it up and managed to gain some degree of control. From there we can begin to institute changes and pave the way for a better city and perhaps open up areas to gaia’s influence.”He says with a smile.

“I am, however, a Galliard my skills are with words and knowledge. I would hope that you would handle the mending and repairing of the city from a spiritual side. Gaining not only the Favor of the people of the city but the city itself. With it all of us live and grow. Becoming an important part of Chicago itself no?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks up and nods before climbing the stairs, skipping two out of every three steps, throwing the door to the office open when she gets up. She leaps in with arms spread wide. “Ta-DA!”

She gives a Cheshire grin and looks around, nodding. “S’up, my homies?” She drops into a seat next to Amy, putting her feet up.

[Owen DeTerizzi] *Again, they have company. This time the bearded theuge doesn’t shift to look at the owner of the voice. He sits patiently and waits – this was no doubt the strider that Leon had mentioned. Long haired is gathered in his hand and held in a ponytail at the nape of his neck, the only outward sign of his impatience. A leaf caught in thick waves, unnoticed as Sarita hops into the room with theatrics.

Owen raises his calloused palm and nods his head in hello. Low tenor rumbling gruffly.*

You must be Amy’s sister.

[Leon Davenport] The black lexuswas parked and exited in a hurry. Stupid business meetings that stretches for hours. He growled softly at how annoy he felt right now. He made his way straight upstairs, giving his name if needed. He took the time to calm down slightly during the elevator ride, breathing slowly, but unable to let all of it go. Mixed with his rage, that feeling he had right now made him look and feel more intense than usual. He opened the door of the office looking around.

He made a dashing figure in a dark grey suit fitting his athletic frame nicely with a blue shirt matching his piercing blue eyes. Blond hair was styled as usual, face clean shaven for now. He walked in, offering a respectful nod to Matt, a polite smile to Sarita, a warmer one for Amy and a friendly ndge and smile for Owen when he stopped beside the Theurge “Good evening all, sorry for being late”He say, looking at them.

[Matthieu] He smiles to Sarita.”Have a seat and welcome… I was just beginning our conversation.”He says with a little smile.”Hopefully Leon will be along Shortly. At least that much is the hope, but either way come in and have yourself a seat. I am Matthieu and this is Owen, and this is Amy. I don’t know who all knows one another but we may as well get past invitations.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “Hey Sar.” She doesn’t look entirely comfortable, and that only increases when Leon arrives. Returning his smile with as charming of a rendition she can manage, her eyes flicker between the three Garou men as her hands fidget in her lap.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Well, only if I must be,” she says to Owen with a grin. She looks at Matthieu and nods. “Okay. Amy I know pretty well. Being my sister and all.” She winks. “Rest of you, hey.”

And then Leon comes in, and she looks over at him with a little smirk. “Hey there L-Train. Whassup?”

[Amunet Trujillo] “Owen is the one that I almost had the fight with the other night.”

[Owen DeTerizzi] *Leon nudges the his tribesmate, and whats more shocking is that he gets away with it. Owen even gives what might pass as a smile as he’s jostled, and kicks out a seat for the ahroun to sit nearby. A finger raises to the Silverfang, Glasswalker eager to get to business as he rumbles.*

Leon has been kept abreast of the conversation by text. Please continue, if you had more to say Mattheiu.

*Amy speaks on nearly having a fight with him, and the long haired theurge raises an eyebrow in flat surprise, before looking to Leon. *

[Leon Davenport] Leon sat in the offered seat, looking at Owen with smile and slight shake of his head. Forget about it, it seem ot say. Thery could always talk about the comment later, right now, there was business to be done. He didn’t know who heard what so he look at Matthieu with a smile, letting him continue. He had nothing to add to what Owen had written him about the meeting. Maybe he will speak up if Sarita and Amy have questions.

So for now, he sat, his attention mostly on Matthieu once his eyes has taken the office in, spotting the exit, windows if any and potential palces for cover if trouble arise.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Oooh, right.” She nods to Owen, seeming to hold nothing against him over it. Sarita herself almost gets in fights with Amy on a semi-daily basis, after all. She gives Owen a smile, then leans back as her attention turns to Matthieu, listening to what he has to say with a bit of a smile.

[Matthieu] He nods his head.”My point was honestly rather straight forward. It matters not our strength of arms… It matters not the courage in our hearts… It matters not our will to succeed if we simply do not have what it takes to achieve success in this city. We must adapt to the modern day… We must expand the resources and holdings of the sept on every level.”

“Out there on the street right now are eyes, ears, and cameras everywhere… Recording all manner of information. Through the cables limitless amounts of knowledge is traveling at the speed of light. All that information, and all that knowledge… Every man on the police force, every lawyer, every politician, every man on the street washing windows for spare change, every pimp and prostitute, every young father or aging single mother… Every soldier coming home from his tour. Every teacher in every school… Every man driving a boat… Every dog on the street, every bird in the sky, every spirit lurking in the shadows. All of it is bound and tied together and all of it is here because Gaia has willed it to be so. Whether they know it or not… They are all a part of this war. Every moment of their lives and our own hinges upon our success.”

“We can continue to fight the Wyrm on it’s own terms or we can choose to make use of the resources available to us. We take control of Chicago and we turn her into Gaia’s most potent weapon against the Wyrm. We become the support network that allows our soldiers to take the fight to the enemy. We watch every corner… We make sure no garou must die alone. We take this fight to a new level. Perhaps it is not as glorious and amazing as life on the front lines but no army can function without a solid support base. Without countless resources behind it. We have ourselves, and we have our cities kin. We have the means to orchestrate an order both complex and grand beyond the scope of any one man or any one pack. We have the means to turn an entire city into Gaia’s most potent weapon. Every living thing in this city turned towards one purpose against a common enemy. Whether they know it or not… This is their fight too and with them we can win it.”It was a speech, it was a Galliard speech and it was the kinda thing that he likely practiced before attempting to give it. Still… He wanted others to understand the importance and what lay at stake here and what his idea truly was.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She listens, shooting a couple looks over to Amy, and then around the room to judge everyone else’s thoughts. When Matthieu is done, she simply raises her hand.

[Matthieu] He nods his head towards Sarita.”Question?”

[Owen DeTerizzi] *Sarita gets a slow nod of his head, errant leaf slipping a little further down in his hair. Lets face it. Owen hardly looks like a brawler. Sure, he cuts a rather chiseled from underneath that tight olive sweater, but that was from a lifetime surfing and running. He’s lean and relaxed and somehow not entirely present even though he’s sitting not 3 feet away from the pair of gorgeous striders.

Attention swings back to Matt as the Silverfang speaks in prose, and then more, and then again, as a galliard is wont to do. Theurge listening. Comprehension clear on his features as he looks to Leon and nods once in approval. That done, he looks to the Ragabash with an expression of mild curiousity.*

[Leon Davenport] He lsitende to Matthieu and is expression while still being intense, also convey the fact that he’s agreeing with the man. He wasn’t here to be swayed, he was here to help Matthieu sway the others if the needed to be. He was doing a pretty good job so far. He figured he would let Matthieu handle the society part, he would handle the action part for those who mgiht need info about how they would distinguish themselves in front of the Nation

His eyes went to Sarita, a small smiel on his lips when she raised her hand

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “A couple, yeah.” She slips her feet off the table and stands, popping a cigarette into her mouth and lighting up. They were going to have to get used to her bad habits if they did indeed end up being packed. She paces a little.

“You got a good plan here, but far be it from me if I didn’t do my job and played Devil’s Advocate. Working the human angle is good. I like that. You gotta hit the Wyrm from every possible angle, and they sure as hell won’t expect it considering it’s their strength, and they always expect us to hit their weak points. Sometimes you gotta attack with your pawn, just to make your opponent go ‘What the fuck’ and throw them off their game. So I like what you’re getting at here.

“That said,” she added after a breath, looking around. “I see some problems. First off…how much influence do we have? I’m brand new to the city. So is Amy. I know that Leon said he was, too. Matthieu, Owen, you guys will have to let me know, I’m not sure. So it’s gonna be a very slow-going process.” She shrugs. “Not a bad thing, just something that needs to be pointed out. Building influence on a level that can combat the Wyrm will take a lot of time and effort. before we have the city acting as one against the Wyrm.”

She takes a breath and continues. “Second, we do have the influence of kin to go off of. That’s good, but we’re gonna have to be careful about that. Some people are protective of their kin and territorial, and won’t like the idea of us putting them in danger. And make no mistake, they will be in danger. I like it. I do. But it needs to be spelled out to them, and those whose protection they are under.

“Finally, I got one point to make. The Curse may well work against us. No offense guys, and it’s not a bad thing 99 times out of 100, but I get the feeling some of us make the norms a bit sketchy. An Ahroun, a Galliard…those are set to doing just that. Again, these aren’t insurmountable, but they are things that need to be hashed the hell out before we start window shopping for totems.”

[Matthieu] His smile brightens and his eyes sparkle just a hint as the woman begins speaking. His head nodding slightly and his certainty showing through as he leans back against a counter.

“As I see it we have influence in this city. However I don’t know the degree to which that influence is interconnected. We need to determine how we can best organize and orchestrate. This will take a period of learning for all of us. Poking around and trying to find what resources are available both to use as well as the sept.”He holds his hand up and puts one of three fingers down as he speaks.”That would be the first phase in seeing to the pack’s success.”

“You are also right.”He says as he puts a second finger down.”That we do not wish to step on any toes. Any kin who carry out missions for us will do so of their own volition. Any who choose to live with and work with our pack on a day to day level will be assumed to be under our care. Should they die in our care measures will be taken to appease their tribes. If a tribe does not wish its kin to take part in our operations then that kin will be secluded.”He gives a charming little grin.”It’s really not a large issue when we are actively putting the kin to work. By and large the intention is not to be sending them into battle but to be making the best use of their greatest strengths.”

The third finger drops.”And that is why we will be making use of kin to this degree. Not all humans can handle or deal with our kind. So they will be our go-betweens, our harbingers and messengers. Any who cross them will have to deal with those who they represent. In this way the curse becomes our weapon, we utilize their fear, or their greed, or if possible their raw lust to pull them into our corner and through our Kin we execute our plans.”He smiles just a hint.

“But even then these are hardly large obstacles. People will put up with a large amount of discomfort when money, power, and success are on the line. We collectively seek to improve our position and the position of the sept and through our agents most of our day to day affairs are handled. We in turn focus our attention on the protection and well being of those under our protection as well as matters our kin cannot handle themselves.”

[Leon Davenport] He listened to Sarita raising out good points and nodded as Matthieu answered her doubts. He didn’t know if the Silver Fang’s reply would appease Sarita but he did think Mathieu was right. They would work closely with kin, have them be a part of the dynamics surrounding the pack. And all of them didn’t want to put kin in unecessary danger. They will be exposed to it. SOme will die, as will members of the future Pack. You can’t have a war without casualities.

Still by working in the shadows, they might actually add a few years to their lives, so they could do good longer and also by choosing hteir fights smartly, they will increase their success rate. Not a bad deal when you think about it.

[Owen DeTerizzi] *He’s on board, he’s in agreement, listening placidly to Sarita talk and fulfill her role as no moon without even being in the pack yet. She says “Window shopping for totems” and they can practically ~hear~ the theurge grimace. He glances warily about the corners of the room but remains silent on the subject, instead choosing another as he catches Amy’s reflection in the window.*

Kinfolk are no problem at present until we choose a few specific targets to begin with. We need only accumulate them at current, as willing allies. As to fitting spirits willing to allow us patronage, I’ll begin a search for one that will both have us and help further our goals.

Assuming we’re agreed that there’s an “Our” with goals to… pursue.. .. .

*He’d say more, but the shaggy haired eco-shaman is getting less and less…well… present. A tired expression on his face as he holds the arms of his chair suddenly, only to find himself slipping through the velvet curtain, tugged back by an umbra that guarded him like a clingy lover does her favorite fling. Eyes lambent green as he fades from view, snarl of frustration registering instead as a whispered – *

Fucking hell….Go on withou-

*And like that his chair is empty.*

[Owen DeTerizzi] [thats me using a flaw to get to beeed! 😛 Thanks for play all!]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She raises an eyebrow, and looks around at the three–okay, now two–Garou in the room with her, and then she laughs at something. She laughs pretty hard. She slaps the table, and then shakes her head as she gets it under control.

“I’m not…laughing at you…” she says, finally getting it down. “Just…mental image. Never mind.” She takes a breath, then takes a drag off the cigarette to help put a stop to her laughing.

“Okay. Sorry about that. So.” She clears her throat. “All good points. Although you realize you responded to the second concern by saying that kin involvement would be voluntary, and the third by saying we’d be relying primarily on kin, or power, money or sex appeal. Those two combinations–relying largely on voluntary kin whose protecting Garou allow them to work with us–and using the Curse in those limited ways it’s a benefit–all of which have risk, of course–is pretty limiting.”

A pause. “Plus, I ain’t got power and I ain’t got money, though I hear tell I got part three.” A shrug. “Just sayin’.”

[Leon Davenport] He watches Sarita amd smiled. She did have the last one and many kin or humans will feel it. He shifted slightly to get her attention. “You have a point. Our goal is big and will need some expension from the core we are building, bit it’s all part of the slow process you mentioned earlier. We won’t acheive anything overnight. You say you don’t have power or money..that’s right now. But I have a feeling you have you ear ot the street, hear things that Matthieu, Owen or I won’t hear about because we move in other circle.

Maybe that’s where your power and influence will come from. We need a diverse group of Garou and kin to get this going. If we asked you to come, it’s because we know you can bring something to the group, from your wits to the connections you will create in the city” He say, looking at Matthieu to see if he add anything to add

[Matthieu] He shrugs his shoulders.”Can you talk? No one says you have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with but if you can play a part then you are worth your weight in gold to us.”He says with a smile.”I don’t want to imply anything but you are a beautiful woman, and men do all kinds of stupid things for beautiful women without so much as the promise of anything. You stick a beautiful woman in a board room and suddenly every man in there is that much more receptive to whatever it is you are talking about. All you’d have to be able to do is play a part the money and power thing is already covered.”

He shrugs his shoulders.”Barring that… If you can’t talk can you sneak. Can you steal? Can you break into someone’s house at night and dig up dirt that we can use to get him on our side?”He asks her this with a little smile.

“If you can’t do any of those things maybe you can listen? Bring us information crucial to our operations.”

“Surely no matter who you are or what you wish to do we have room and use for you. When I know your talents I am sure I will better have an idea of how you could directly benefit the entire pack. Everyone from every walk of life drawn into this group will have a use and a purpose as important as the rest.”He grins.”The packs collective strengths add to the greater whole and through each individual we grow stronger.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She nods, grinning. “Believe me, I see what you’re getting at. I’m just asking the questions that gotta be asked, to make sure the pack doesn’t hit a crucial point and go all, ‘Shit, now what?'”

She pats Amy’s shoulder [We losted Ange] and looks to the others. “Interesting pack proposition. I can promise you that we’ll definitely think about it.”

[Matthieu] He nods his head.”There will be bumps… There always is. But if executed properly this city will become something far more valuable to ourselves and the sept than anyone could have imagined. It might not be as immediately glorious but over time others too will understand why we chose to walk this path.”

[Leon Davenport] He smiled at the half sisters “Well, like I told you two nights ago, I just wanted you to listen to our proposition. I had afeeling you might be at least interested.” He nodded “I also want to thank you for raising the points you did. I think Matthieu has most angles covered, but looking for flaws and finding it before they become a problem is the smart thing to do. You seem good at that. I hope you will agree to side with us. Take the time you need ot think about it.”

He looked at the empty seat beside him “I’ll aso keep Owen posted about what we discussed after his disapearance. In case he has another point of view on all this”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Any time. Happy to fire my Tommy gun of reason at the fabric of a plan, see where it needs patching up after.”

She gives them all a smile as she and Amy rise to go. “Check y’all later. You guys know where to find us.”

[Leon Davenport] He smoothly got up “Yes I do.”He offer Sarita a smile and his hand “See you around Sarita, take care” He look at Amy with a grin “I’ll call you later” He didn’t kiss her cheek, or hug her or anything. He wasn’t sure where they stood right now.

He didn’t leave right away, jsut in case Matthieu wanted to talk with him

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Thanks for the scene guys!]]