[Simon] Well maybe he wasn't a drunk? Though Jesmond seemed to know him so that is what he gets for trusting the authority of someone other than himself. He finds himself smiling and when the man holds the paper up he shakes his head."Can't read it from here, you got a name for the place?"The guy was asking directions no reason he couldn't at least offer directions.
His stance was firm, one might even see it as threatening. But then Lukas and Jesmond had both left him with the impression he was at least dealing with some kind of lowlife. So he kept his grip on the bat firm and his eyes were searching more for signs of motion than facial features. There was never a moment in a full moon's life when he wasn't a full moon. Birth to death and then well just a festering corpse. No there was never a moment in a full moon's life when he was anything other than a full moon.
[Marni] She arches a brow slightly as there's a flicker of... something... across Lukas' face at the mention of his mate. It's brief, it passes, but she says nothing to bring it back.
The estimation of Ezra, being a conniving little shit, however, makes her chuckle. Briefly. Oh hey, look! Another hot dog! She digs in quietly. She's slowing down, but still packing away the meal - some day she might last a few minutes without being hungry. Maybe.
[Jesmond Krutova] [Per + Alert: My Kinfolk Perception powers are tingling! What's that look mean?]
[Jesmond Krutova] ( :[ )
[Marni] [I kin see things! Like waht that look meant!]
[Marni] [pats Marni's curly lil head]
[Jesmond Krutova] [Hey Kahseeno, you suck.]
[Wyrmbreaker] [holy crap people *LOL*]
[the devil] [numbers!]
[Victor Oseragighte] He's remarkably calm for somebody asking directions from a tough-looking guy with a baseball bat. In the park. At three am. While he looks a bit grubby, as if he's traveled a long way and recently vomited (which he had), there's not a whiff of alcohol off of him. He debated for only a moment before moving his thumb and approaching more closely. "A place called the Brotherhood of Thieves?" He hadn't actually been told what sort of establishment it was, come to think of it. His stomch gave another rumble which he ignored.
[Simon] [Would I have seen that thing if I had been looking at Wyrmbreakers Face?]
[Asha Singh] How it is that a Silver Fang came to be alone in a tree well past midnight in Grant Park on a Friday is anyone's guess. Really: anyone may make a guess. The girl is not likely to offer up the story absent rather extraordinary payment. Lukas can feel her presence - has felt her presence - well before she makes herself known.
Now, though, she makes herself known, dropping down from a rather high branch midway through the health crown of a great oak doubtlessly as old as Buckingham Fountain, still illuminated, the jets shut for the night, elsewhere in the park. She makes a little whumpf as she hits the ground, folding her body into the impact, but remains on her feet, easy and lethal and wholly confident in her physicality.
The girl is a slight thing, all angles, all sharp angles, dressed in a crisp white shirt that contrasts starkly with her rich brown skin. Her hair is black, glossy with health, and the blood of the mad kings expresses itself in every pore of her skin, in every line of her body. She has in one hand a jeweled sword, the gauntlet shaped into the handle of the blade, an elaborate guard that makes a stiff line from handle to blade. And she is wearing sunglasses. Giant ones.
The tip of the blade trails behind her as she walks toward Lukas, scything through the grass without ever hitting the soil.
[Asha Singh] PER PLUS STUFF. I ROLL DICES TOO.
[Asha Singh] Asha sees a strange look on Wyrmbreaker's face from a distance. (Not so) perceptive little thing assumes he broke wind. And so, when she walks up to Jesmond and Lukas, she is careful to avoid his backside.
[Asha Singh] I ROLLS AGAIN TOO!
[Karl Holds the Line] There is a rustle of leaves and undergrowth from a gathering of bushes and small trees not far from where Marni and the others are standing. A moment before Karl walks out of there. He is brushing himself of it seems. Dressed in dark clothes that seem damp, as if he has been splashing himself with water or something. He goes so far as to spit on the ground, making a face before looking up at the gathered crowd. A glance at Asha as she makes a bee-line not far from where he himself had just showed up. But unlike her, the Rotagar had not been there waiting for long.
A nod to Marni and the others, and a curious look to a face he did not recognize. The No moon hangs above like some bloated dark void. And it shows In the slight extra energy to Karl’s steps, the way he seems restless almost. That unnatural grace of his body showing to those who know what to look for. Just hint of a smoothness that any human athlete would be hard to reproduce.
“Quite a crowd.”
Despite having tried to clean off, he has not succeeded entirely. Traces of a dark remain as spots on his clothes, as well as some slight remains of blood showing in the shadow of a beard that darkens his chin. Hard to spot for sure in the dark of night, but there.
[Simon] He tilted his head and eyed the man curiously. When he drew closer he tensed, but the man was also asking about the Brotherhood which happened to be a place he knew quite well."Yeah, I was just there this afternoon. You got business there or something?"He asks curiously polite, politer anyway... Is politer a word? It must be cause the spell checker isn't telling me it's wrong!
It was something else that stood out to him, the man wasn't a man. He wasn't a normal man anyway he was something more and that brought him a tiny hint of relaxation though not too much he was still wary about the intentions of the figure before him.
[Jesmond Krutova] Jesmond nods a little at the Ahroun's words regarding Ezra Turk, and studies his face with eyes that seemed, in the almost none-existent moonlight to hold some facet of empathy at something she gleans from his expression, something read in his eyes in the moment when she spoke Danicka's name.
Jesmond did not need to ask after his mate to understand, she knew loss well enough, stared at it in the mirror daily; beamed back at her by reflection. So, instead: "I've been meaning to ask you for some to come to dinner at my home, you can see where I hang my proverbial hat, and be no doubt mooned over by my younger sister."
There's a little flicker of amusement in Jesmond's voice, more Garou are arriving, her skin feels it, muscles tense in anticipation of them. "It's open-ended, so."
So, she leaves it there.
[Wyrmbreaker] [i'm tempted to write something like LUKAS IS PLOTTING TO DANCE THE SPIRAL, given all the dice rolls coming my way *LOL* BUT NO: HE JUST MISSES HIS MATE IS ALL. capsrage!
to Asha Singh, Simon
[Jesmond Krutova] [Ahem. "For some time" that should read.]
[Simon] (Aww poor lonely thing!)
to Asha Singh, Wyrmbreaker
[Victor Oseragighte] He had started to notice the gathering of people beyond Simon now, and did wonder at it. Quite a crowd indeed, and he wondered if he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He focused on the man before him, though, as he ventured smoothly onward, his words a bit curt, as if he did not talk all that often. "Business, yes. Looking for friends. Told I can meet them there."
[Wyrmbreaker] All at once there are entirely too many eyes scanning his face. Lukas looks down, bowing his head to hide his expression, which flashes toward irritation at any rate. "Enough," he says, low, despite that no one else has said a word about what they may or may not have read on his face.
Moving on, then. He nods at Jesmond's offer, brow clearing noticeably. "You know," he says, "I'd like that. Should I bring a tribesman or two, or just the wine?"
And then: she of the enormous names and enormous sunglasses. Only a Fang would stroll through a park holding a goddamn jeweled sword. Lukas senses her coming, but his eyebrows still hop up when he actually sees her. And he looks at Asha for a moment. Her sword for another. Her again.
"Should I ask?"
[Marni] She arches a brow slightly at that expression and what she sees, and maybe, maybe some part of her feels a bit for the guy. If so, it's a teeny tiny little itty bitty part and she'll do her best to ignore it and stamp it out before it dares grow into an actual, real sense of empathy. At least he HAS a mate. She has a baby daddy he's keeping her from seeing.
Enough, he says, and she hides her smirk by looking over her shoulder at Karl as he arrives, flashing him a lopsided grin, before her attention flickers over to Asha, than back to the Lords in front of her.
[Simon] He nods his head in response to the man. Eyes looking the other man over from head to toe before clucking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Awkward isn't it? That he knew what the man was and who he wanted to meet and yet the man seemed oblivious as to who he was... That implied to him that he was dealing with someone's kin.
"Yeah it's down at the water front. Any taxi in town should be able to get ya there. Or I can drag you over and introduce you to Lukas and he can walk you there since he lives there and all... You're not gonna freak out and start vomiting maggots all over our faces or anything are ya?"Full moon subtlety wasn't the most finely honed of talents.
"As long as you promise no vomiting I'll walk ya over there."He then gestures for the man to lead the way. After all if the stranger was gonna do anything stupid like lunge at one of the other then he wanted to be at the most advantageous position to take the potential threat down.
[Jesmond Krutova] Asha has arrived by the time Lukas replies that he'd like that, and almost without thought the Kinwoman's eyes have fallen on the sword she carries in her hand. For some reason, it lends a spasm of humor to her mouth, when in fact it should spark unease, or even more sensibly - fear.
But then, this was the woman who had plunged a letter opener into the carotid artery of a Formori, quite calmly, and then stood back and let it be shot down by her fellow Kinswoman. Maybe swords didn't cut it, so to speak.
"Perhaps you could bring both, I know Teodora is quite fond of your packmate, Theron."
[Asha Singh] Asha takes an experimental sniff in the air near Lukas. The air smells like the lake, all cool and dark, like moisture, like summer. There's the green growing grass, the turned earth. It rained today, and the ground beneath their feet is damp. Her shoes are damp - her sandles, strappy little heels, no more than a handful of thin twists of golden leather, sink into the damp soil. SSCHLOKC is the sound they make when she pulls them out, kicking up a dainty heel and frowning down at it over her shoulder. What she can see from behind the glasses is entirely unclear.
Should I ask? says Lukas, and "No." says Asha, quite companionably. She glances across his body as Jesmond, gives the kinswoman a quick, full razorblade of a smile, all white teeth and dark mouth. "Hullo Aunty," is the perfectly respectable greeting - were they in India.
"Oh, here." Like an afterthough, Asha switches the blade from hand to hand and digs into her right front pocket. When she pulls her hand back out, her fingers are just a hint sticky. She waits until Lukas holds his hand out, and then deposits a small handful of things into his hand. "Okay, so I'll just go hide." Looking between them. "In case that guy really does start vomiting maggots, I'll have a head start."
Asha seems - pleased at the prospect. She's never seen someone do that. Spiders: yes. Acid: yes. Smoke-monsters: kind of. Maggots: an emphatic no..
[Victor Oseragighte] Normally he would have noticed sooner, but his senses were a bit scrambled from his encounter with a couple of Italian sausages. He blinks when he sees it and chuckles. "Ah. Guess I should have looked right in front of me, huh? No, I'm fine. Just don't have a stomach for certain things any longer." He looked past Simon, black eyes scanning the people there, then back, nodding.
"I'm good with meeting people here and now. Just let me get my bag." He double back to scoop up the blue duffel on he'd left behind on the bench and returned to present himself, ready for what he figured would be introductions.
[Karl Holds the Line] ”So, I came to get you, if you are still up for it?”
Spoken to Marni as he pulls to a stop next to his packmate. Then his gaze goes to Lukas, offering the man a nod, slight, but courteous.
“Wyrmbreaker-Rhya, K&+257;lar&+257;tri-Yuf.”
Greeting both Unbroken, then glancing over where Simon stands with another stranger. A brief glance before he looks to Jesmond, offering the woman a nod. He does not know her, but her breeding is clear enough to his senses.
[Asha Singh] Karl greets them. Asha peers at him. Her features pause in thought.
[Asha Singh] Who just said hi to me? - totemphoned. Must be the glasses. Maybe she really cannot see in them, despite her elaborate pretense to the contrary. He makes my macrons sound like umlauts.
to Jesmond Krutova, Wyrmbreaker
[Wyrmbreaker] "Theron it is," Lukas says, "though Teodora should know that he's likely to be mated soon."
Then the Ahroun is looking down again, this time in puzzlement, as his packmate hands him a small handful of .... something. He peers at it quizzically. It's too dark to make them out. They might be nuts from some tree. They might be old teeth.
"What am I supposed to do with these?" It's a genuine question: he's utterly perplexed. They go into his pocket, though, and he raises his head to nod to Karl. "Holds the Line."
[Wyrmbreaker] What are macrons? What did you just give me? They're sticky. A pause. His name is Karl Holds the Line. He's a Fenrir Ragabash. Marni and Mama's packmate.
to Asha Singh
[Marni] She snorts, amused. "If I'm still up for it. Like you could stop me from coming along this time anyway!"
She crumples up the bag that did hold her dinner, but now holds only the wrappings of it all, and tosses it into the can she got it from. She then snaps a look back to Lukas as he mentions Theron may be mated soon - and simply turns toward her packmate and nods. "Ready when you are."
[Simon] He allows the man time to gather his belongings before walking up behind him. As they draw closer he speaks softly, that voice coming from behind Jesmond."Apparently this drunk you've been walking past every day is... Well..."He grins and shrugs his shoulders.
"Don't worry he promised no more vomit for the rest of the night and what's more he was looking for the brotherhood..."He catches sight of Asha and his eyes narrow. There was no mistaking a fang, even an Indian fang there was no possible way he could cast his eyes upon anything directly related to the tribe of "Kings" and not directly take notice. She stood out like a sore thumb in this group...
A lovely, dark skinned, well dressed, proud, confident and breathtaking thumb... Sad isn't it, that all that beauty came at a price? He greets Asha with his return, a nod of his head a grin flashed towards her before returning his attention to Lukas."I figured I'd bring him back here and introduce him to the family..."
His eyes shift back to Asha. His tongue tapping lightly against one of his canines as his eyes narrow.
[Karl Holds the Line] ”Then lets not wait. I need to find some way of exerting myself right now.”
It seems the Rotagar has not had enough of whatever it Is that now remains on his clothes and beard. With the No moon out, the desire to hunt runs strong in the Fenrir. To press your strength and bring it to the limit.
“Have a good night, all of you.”
With that, he turns and leads Marni away towards the edge of the park, shoulders rolling as he motions with his hands as if trying to describe something, but no words escape his lips.
[Victor Oseragighte] He canted his head slightly. Every day? He'd only arrived two days ago. He swings his duffel bag around so that both hands clasp the handles now and nods to those gathered but does not speak up yet. He is patient, easily able to wait until he is acknowledged, being an outsider. It might be difficult for them to place his ethnicity quite; dark-skinned, round-faced, black of eye and hair with a somewhat well-trimmed beard and mustache. His clothing is pretty common; jeans, hard-toed boots, dark red collared shirt. His accent, Simon would have noticed, is Canadian.
[Asha Singh] "Put them in your pocket?" The slight creature replies, the sunglasses swinging from Wyrmbreaker to Jesmond to You could," she continues, contemplatively, " - make jewelry or something from them. They're all cleansed and everything." Of taint, not blood, if the faint stickiness is any indication.
Then Simon arrives. Simon arrives and brings Victor, and Asha's excitement (MAGGOTS!) is dashed on the rocks of the mundane. And Simon says hullo and flashes a grin at her than she cannot see (well after midnight, our heroine wears giant sunglasses) - or chooses not to see, or something like that. He looks back, eyes narrowing, tongue tapping against his canine. And she turns, swings her dark, gleaming head in his direction, fixes him a look from behind her sunglasses. All hge sees is himself, shining back at himself.
[Asha Singh] รข is a marcron., Asha clarifies. The accent issue. She does not further clarify the present. It's a surprise. Clean, though! I did the rite. Pinky-swear!
to Wyrmbreaker
[Wyrmbreaker] "See you, Karl. Thanks for sharing your dinner with me, Marni."
While he's speaking, Lukas is reaching into his pocket again. He pulls out one of the small kernels Asha handed him, puts it in the palm of his large hand, and squints at it.
Yeah. Definitely a tooth.
[Wyrmbreaker] Shouldn't this go to Falcon? Or have you paid in full?
to Asha Singh
[Marni] She nods at her packmate, and then to Lukas and the others. "If you'll excuse me - duty calls.." a beat, and then to Lukas "Anytime." Maybe she even means it.
and, barring anyone else stopping her, she lets Karl lead her away, watching his motions and nodding in counterpoint to their unheard conversation.
[Night ya'll! thanks for the play - gotta work in the morning so bedtime for me. :) ]
[Karl Holds the Line] (And I am off as well! to tired to focus on play, sorry! have fun!)
[Simon] (Later everyone leaving!)
[Victor Oseragighte] (( 'night. ))
[Asha Singh] I'll never pay in full. This is Asha's rather non-plussed reply. Beneath the suprise, it is bone deep conviction.
to Wyrmbreaker
[Asha Singh] So: there's another moment where Asha is still in the loose knot of Garou and kin. And then, with a wave, she turns and walks away, down the path toward the lakeshore.
(Apologies! SOO late for me. I dunno if we are waiting on me, either. Heh! But is my exit here.)
His stance was firm, one might even see it as threatening. But then Lukas and Jesmond had both left him with the impression he was at least dealing with some kind of lowlife. So he kept his grip on the bat firm and his eyes were searching more for signs of motion than facial features. There was never a moment in a full moon's life when he wasn't a full moon. Birth to death and then well just a festering corpse. No there was never a moment in a full moon's life when he was anything other than a full moon.
[Marni] She arches a brow slightly as there's a flicker of... something... across Lukas' face at the mention of his mate. It's brief, it passes, but she says nothing to bring it back.
The estimation of Ezra, being a conniving little shit, however, makes her chuckle. Briefly. Oh hey, look! Another hot dog! She digs in quietly. She's slowing down, but still packing away the meal - some day she might last a few minutes without being hungry. Maybe.
[Jesmond Krutova] [Per + Alert: My Kinfolk Perception powers are tingling! What's that look mean?]
[Jesmond Krutova] ( :[ )
[Marni] [I kin see things! Like waht that look meant!]
[Marni] [pats Marni's curly lil head]
[Jesmond Krutova] [Hey Kahseeno, you suck.]
[Wyrmbreaker] [holy crap people *LOL*]
[the devil] [numbers!]
[Victor Oseragighte] He's remarkably calm for somebody asking directions from a tough-looking guy with a baseball bat. In the park. At three am. While he looks a bit grubby, as if he's traveled a long way and recently vomited (which he had), there's not a whiff of alcohol off of him. He debated for only a moment before moving his thumb and approaching more closely. "A place called the Brotherhood of Thieves?" He hadn't actually been told what sort of establishment it was, come to think of it. His stomch gave another rumble which he ignored.
[Simon] [Would I have seen that thing if I had been looking at Wyrmbreakers Face?]
[Asha Singh] How it is that a Silver Fang came to be alone in a tree well past midnight in Grant Park on a Friday is anyone's guess. Really: anyone may make a guess. The girl is not likely to offer up the story absent rather extraordinary payment. Lukas can feel her presence - has felt her presence - well before she makes herself known.
Now, though, she makes herself known, dropping down from a rather high branch midway through the health crown of a great oak doubtlessly as old as Buckingham Fountain, still illuminated, the jets shut for the night, elsewhere in the park. She makes a little whumpf as she hits the ground, folding her body into the impact, but remains on her feet, easy and lethal and wholly confident in her physicality.
The girl is a slight thing, all angles, all sharp angles, dressed in a crisp white shirt that contrasts starkly with her rich brown skin. Her hair is black, glossy with health, and the blood of the mad kings expresses itself in every pore of her skin, in every line of her body. She has in one hand a jeweled sword, the gauntlet shaped into the handle of the blade, an elaborate guard that makes a stiff line from handle to blade. And she is wearing sunglasses. Giant ones.
The tip of the blade trails behind her as she walks toward Lukas, scything through the grass without ever hitting the soil.
[Asha Singh] PER PLUS STUFF. I ROLL DICES TOO.
[Asha Singh] Asha sees a strange look on Wyrmbreaker's face from a distance. (Not so) perceptive little thing assumes he broke wind. And so, when she walks up to Jesmond and Lukas, she is careful to avoid his backside.
[Asha Singh] I ROLLS AGAIN TOO!
[Karl Holds the Line] There is a rustle of leaves and undergrowth from a gathering of bushes and small trees not far from where Marni and the others are standing. A moment before Karl walks out of there. He is brushing himself of it seems. Dressed in dark clothes that seem damp, as if he has been splashing himself with water or something. He goes so far as to spit on the ground, making a face before looking up at the gathered crowd. A glance at Asha as she makes a bee-line not far from where he himself had just showed up. But unlike her, the Rotagar had not been there waiting for long.
A nod to Marni and the others, and a curious look to a face he did not recognize. The No moon hangs above like some bloated dark void. And it shows In the slight extra energy to Karl’s steps, the way he seems restless almost. That unnatural grace of his body showing to those who know what to look for. Just hint of a smoothness that any human athlete would be hard to reproduce.
“Quite a crowd.”
Despite having tried to clean off, he has not succeeded entirely. Traces of a dark remain as spots on his clothes, as well as some slight remains of blood showing in the shadow of a beard that darkens his chin. Hard to spot for sure in the dark of night, but there.
[Simon] He tilted his head and eyed the man curiously. When he drew closer he tensed, but the man was also asking about the Brotherhood which happened to be a place he knew quite well."Yeah, I was just there this afternoon. You got business there or something?"He asks curiously polite, politer anyway... Is politer a word? It must be cause the spell checker isn't telling me it's wrong!
It was something else that stood out to him, the man wasn't a man. He wasn't a normal man anyway he was something more and that brought him a tiny hint of relaxation though not too much he was still wary about the intentions of the figure before him.
[Jesmond Krutova] Jesmond nods a little at the Ahroun's words regarding Ezra Turk, and studies his face with eyes that seemed, in the almost none-existent moonlight to hold some facet of empathy at something she gleans from his expression, something read in his eyes in the moment when she spoke Danicka's name.
Jesmond did not need to ask after his mate to understand, she knew loss well enough, stared at it in the mirror daily; beamed back at her by reflection. So, instead: "I've been meaning to ask you for some to come to dinner at my home, you can see where I hang my proverbial hat, and be no doubt mooned over by my younger sister."
There's a little flicker of amusement in Jesmond's voice, more Garou are arriving, her skin feels it, muscles tense in anticipation of them. "It's open-ended, so."
So, she leaves it there.
[Wyrmbreaker] [i'm tempted to write something like LUKAS IS PLOTTING TO DANCE THE SPIRAL, given all the dice rolls coming my way *LOL* BUT NO: HE JUST MISSES HIS MATE IS ALL. capsrage!
to Asha Singh, Simon
[Jesmond Krutova] [Ahem. "For some time" that should read.]
[Simon] (Aww poor lonely thing!)
to Asha Singh, Wyrmbreaker
[Victor Oseragighte] He had started to notice the gathering of people beyond Simon now, and did wonder at it. Quite a crowd indeed, and he wondered if he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He focused on the man before him, though, as he ventured smoothly onward, his words a bit curt, as if he did not talk all that often. "Business, yes. Looking for friends. Told I can meet them there."
[Wyrmbreaker] All at once there are entirely too many eyes scanning his face. Lukas looks down, bowing his head to hide his expression, which flashes toward irritation at any rate. "Enough," he says, low, despite that no one else has said a word about what they may or may not have read on his face.
Moving on, then. He nods at Jesmond's offer, brow clearing noticeably. "You know," he says, "I'd like that. Should I bring a tribesman or two, or just the wine?"
And then: she of the enormous names and enormous sunglasses. Only a Fang would stroll through a park holding a goddamn jeweled sword. Lukas senses her coming, but his eyebrows still hop up when he actually sees her. And he looks at Asha for a moment. Her sword for another. Her again.
"Should I ask?"
[Marni] She arches a brow slightly at that expression and what she sees, and maybe, maybe some part of her feels a bit for the guy. If so, it's a teeny tiny little itty bitty part and she'll do her best to ignore it and stamp it out before it dares grow into an actual, real sense of empathy. At least he HAS a mate. She has a baby daddy he's keeping her from seeing.
Enough, he says, and she hides her smirk by looking over her shoulder at Karl as he arrives, flashing him a lopsided grin, before her attention flickers over to Asha, than back to the Lords in front of her.
[Simon] He nods his head in response to the man. Eyes looking the other man over from head to toe before clucking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Awkward isn't it? That he knew what the man was and who he wanted to meet and yet the man seemed oblivious as to who he was... That implied to him that he was dealing with someone's kin.
"Yeah it's down at the water front. Any taxi in town should be able to get ya there. Or I can drag you over and introduce you to Lukas and he can walk you there since he lives there and all... You're not gonna freak out and start vomiting maggots all over our faces or anything are ya?"Full moon subtlety wasn't the most finely honed of talents.
"As long as you promise no vomiting I'll walk ya over there."He then gestures for the man to lead the way. After all if the stranger was gonna do anything stupid like lunge at one of the other then he wanted to be at the most advantageous position to take the potential threat down.
[Jesmond Krutova] Asha has arrived by the time Lukas replies that he'd like that, and almost without thought the Kinwoman's eyes have fallen on the sword she carries in her hand. For some reason, it lends a spasm of humor to her mouth, when in fact it should spark unease, or even more sensibly - fear.
But then, this was the woman who had plunged a letter opener into the carotid artery of a Formori, quite calmly, and then stood back and let it be shot down by her fellow Kinswoman. Maybe swords didn't cut it, so to speak.
"Perhaps you could bring both, I know Teodora is quite fond of your packmate, Theron."
[Asha Singh] Asha takes an experimental sniff in the air near Lukas. The air smells like the lake, all cool and dark, like moisture, like summer. There's the green growing grass, the turned earth. It rained today, and the ground beneath their feet is damp. Her shoes are damp - her sandles, strappy little heels, no more than a handful of thin twists of golden leather, sink into the damp soil. SSCHLOKC is the sound they make when she pulls them out, kicking up a dainty heel and frowning down at it over her shoulder. What she can see from behind the glasses is entirely unclear.
Should I ask? says Lukas, and "No." says Asha, quite companionably. She glances across his body as Jesmond, gives the kinswoman a quick, full razorblade of a smile, all white teeth and dark mouth. "Hullo Aunty," is the perfectly respectable greeting - were they in India.
"Oh, here." Like an afterthough, Asha switches the blade from hand to hand and digs into her right front pocket. When she pulls her hand back out, her fingers are just a hint sticky. She waits until Lukas holds his hand out, and then deposits a small handful of things into his hand. "Okay, so I'll just go hide." Looking between them. "In case that guy really does start vomiting maggots, I'll have a head start."
Asha seems - pleased at the prospect. She's never seen someone do that. Spiders: yes. Acid: yes. Smoke-monsters: kind of. Maggots: an emphatic no..
[Victor Oseragighte] Normally he would have noticed sooner, but his senses were a bit scrambled from his encounter with a couple of Italian sausages. He blinks when he sees it and chuckles. "Ah. Guess I should have looked right in front of me, huh? No, I'm fine. Just don't have a stomach for certain things any longer." He looked past Simon, black eyes scanning the people there, then back, nodding.
"I'm good with meeting people here and now. Just let me get my bag." He double back to scoop up the blue duffel on he'd left behind on the bench and returned to present himself, ready for what he figured would be introductions.
[Karl Holds the Line] ”So, I came to get you, if you are still up for it?”
Spoken to Marni as he pulls to a stop next to his packmate. Then his gaze goes to Lukas, offering the man a nod, slight, but courteous.
“Wyrmbreaker-Rhya, K&+257;lar&+257;tri-Yuf.”
Greeting both Unbroken, then glancing over where Simon stands with another stranger. A brief glance before he looks to Jesmond, offering the woman a nod. He does not know her, but her breeding is clear enough to his senses.
[Asha Singh] Karl greets them. Asha peers at him. Her features pause in thought.
[Asha Singh] Who just said hi to me? - totemphoned. Must be the glasses. Maybe she really cannot see in them, despite her elaborate pretense to the contrary. He makes my macrons sound like umlauts.
to Jesmond Krutova, Wyrmbreaker
[Wyrmbreaker] "Theron it is," Lukas says, "though Teodora should know that he's likely to be mated soon."
Then the Ahroun is looking down again, this time in puzzlement, as his packmate hands him a small handful of .... something. He peers at it quizzically. It's too dark to make them out. They might be nuts from some tree. They might be old teeth.
"What am I supposed to do with these?" It's a genuine question: he's utterly perplexed. They go into his pocket, though, and he raises his head to nod to Karl. "Holds the Line."
[Wyrmbreaker] What are macrons? What did you just give me? They're sticky. A pause. His name is Karl Holds the Line. He's a Fenrir Ragabash. Marni and Mama's packmate.
to Asha Singh
[Marni] She snorts, amused. "If I'm still up for it. Like you could stop me from coming along this time anyway!"
She crumples up the bag that did hold her dinner, but now holds only the wrappings of it all, and tosses it into the can she got it from. She then snaps a look back to Lukas as he mentions Theron may be mated soon - and simply turns toward her packmate and nods. "Ready when you are."
[Simon] He allows the man time to gather his belongings before walking up behind him. As they draw closer he speaks softly, that voice coming from behind Jesmond."Apparently this drunk you've been walking past every day is... Well..."He grins and shrugs his shoulders.
"Don't worry he promised no more vomit for the rest of the night and what's more he was looking for the brotherhood..."He catches sight of Asha and his eyes narrow. There was no mistaking a fang, even an Indian fang there was no possible way he could cast his eyes upon anything directly related to the tribe of "Kings" and not directly take notice. She stood out like a sore thumb in this group...
A lovely, dark skinned, well dressed, proud, confident and breathtaking thumb... Sad isn't it, that all that beauty came at a price? He greets Asha with his return, a nod of his head a grin flashed towards her before returning his attention to Lukas."I figured I'd bring him back here and introduce him to the family..."
His eyes shift back to Asha. His tongue tapping lightly against one of his canines as his eyes narrow.
[Karl Holds the Line] ”Then lets not wait. I need to find some way of exerting myself right now.”
It seems the Rotagar has not had enough of whatever it Is that now remains on his clothes and beard. With the No moon out, the desire to hunt runs strong in the Fenrir. To press your strength and bring it to the limit.
“Have a good night, all of you.”
With that, he turns and leads Marni away towards the edge of the park, shoulders rolling as he motions with his hands as if trying to describe something, but no words escape his lips.
[Victor Oseragighte] He canted his head slightly. Every day? He'd only arrived two days ago. He swings his duffel bag around so that both hands clasp the handles now and nods to those gathered but does not speak up yet. He is patient, easily able to wait until he is acknowledged, being an outsider. It might be difficult for them to place his ethnicity quite; dark-skinned, round-faced, black of eye and hair with a somewhat well-trimmed beard and mustache. His clothing is pretty common; jeans, hard-toed boots, dark red collared shirt. His accent, Simon would have noticed, is Canadian.
[Asha Singh] "Put them in your pocket?" The slight creature replies, the sunglasses swinging from Wyrmbreaker to Jesmond to You could," she continues, contemplatively, " - make jewelry or something from them. They're all cleansed and everything." Of taint, not blood, if the faint stickiness is any indication.
Then Simon arrives. Simon arrives and brings Victor, and Asha's excitement (MAGGOTS!) is dashed on the rocks of the mundane. And Simon says hullo and flashes a grin at her than she cannot see (well after midnight, our heroine wears giant sunglasses) - or chooses not to see, or something like that. He looks back, eyes narrowing, tongue tapping against his canine. And she turns, swings her dark, gleaming head in his direction, fixes him a look from behind her sunglasses. All hge sees is himself, shining back at himself.
[Asha Singh] รข is a marcron., Asha clarifies. The accent issue. She does not further clarify the present. It's a surprise. Clean, though! I did the rite. Pinky-swear!
to Wyrmbreaker
[Wyrmbreaker] "See you, Karl. Thanks for sharing your dinner with me, Marni."
While he's speaking, Lukas is reaching into his pocket again. He pulls out one of the small kernels Asha handed him, puts it in the palm of his large hand, and squints at it.
Yeah. Definitely a tooth.
[Wyrmbreaker] Shouldn't this go to Falcon? Or have you paid in full?
to Asha Singh
[Marni] She nods at her packmate, and then to Lukas and the others. "If you'll excuse me - duty calls.." a beat, and then to Lukas "Anytime." Maybe she even means it.
and, barring anyone else stopping her, she lets Karl lead her away, watching his motions and nodding in counterpoint to their unheard conversation.
[Night ya'll! thanks for the play - gotta work in the morning so bedtime for me. :) ]
[Karl Holds the Line] (And I am off as well! to tired to focus on play, sorry! have fun!)
[Simon] (Later everyone leaving!)
[Victor Oseragighte] (( 'night. ))
[Asha Singh] I'll never pay in full. This is Asha's rather non-plussed reply. Beneath the suprise, it is bone deep conviction.
to Wyrmbreaker
[Asha Singh] So: there's another moment where Asha is still in the loose knot of Garou and kin. And then, with a wave, she turns and walks away, down the path toward the lakeshore.
(Apologies! SOO late for me. I dunno if we are waiting on me, either. Heh! But is my exit here.)
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