[Cigney] Cigney looks around and then decides it was high time to get going. She had stuff to do this week...
"You'll be at the bonfire?"
She weaves the pick through the strings and stands, slinging the guitar across her back. The tone soft with affection for Kora. The bonfire is a ways off, but Cigney doesn't see how their paths will cross from now till then unless she's needed, or they come together by chance like this evening.
For the perceptive, there's something missing in Cigney's gaze. A sparkle that was there before. Maybe it would come, maybe it wouldn't.
As Kora asks Mila about the music, Cigney remains still.
"I'd like the chance to play with you".
[Edwin Morr] ((Dex+Stealth+FOx))
[Edwin Morr] For his part, while the women's attention is all focused on Cigney, Edwin does his houdini thing. When they look back, he's gone.
[Edwin Morr] ((Thanks for the rp folks; I'm out.))
[Mila Davis] "I'll be around here this week.. bring your guitar - we'll play some together, see how it goes.."
[Kora] "Ask me closer to the bonfire," Kora returns, her generous mouth curving in the arc of a by-now familiar smile. The expression warms the Skald's otherwise sharp features, gleams across the surface of her eyes, and her shoulders move with a thead of good-natured laughter than she mostly swallows back down into her body. " - but most likely, I will. I'd like to talk to you before then, though. Give me a call when you know your schedule, and we'll work something out."
Kora's schedule is rather different. It involves: eating, drinking, fighting the Wyrm. There's no time clock, no clients, no watch, no alarm, no paycheck.
Then, she glances between Cigney and Mila, when the latter confirms that the invite was serious, and the former confirms that she's interested in playing with Mila. "Sounds like she's interested," her smile has that hook-curve to it, lingering. "You two don't need me to work it out."
[Cigney] "I'll try, I've got a pretty full schedule this week...but I'm sure we'll hook up. I'm looking forward to it".
The words are for Mila, but Cigney is looking at Kora as she speaks. Watching her closely, the intensity of her eyes, the color...her complexion and the set of jaw. A soft expression, one might almost dare to call it love. Listening to Kora speak, Cigney nods her head...her long golden waves bobbing with it. Biting her lower lip gently.
"Okay".
She turns her head towards Mila.
"Have fun, and I'll see you later".
Too Kora.
"Be safe".
A last look before she makes her way to the door and disappears down the stairs.
[Mila Davis] "Later Cigney.. nice to meet you." She managed to call out before the young woman disappeared down the stairs.
Another handful of was taken and she popped a few into her mouth. Once she was done chewing, she held up the bowl. "You want some?"
The movie was nearly done - though she hadn't been paying much attention in the last half hour or so. It didn't matter. She'd seen it a million times before.
[Kora] "Be safe, Cigney." The Skald's dark eyes trail her kinswoman as Cigney disappears down the steps and out into the pub proper. Before the door is closed, she'll hear Kora says, "'Night."
Then Mila holds out the popcorn bowl, and Kora reaches to snag a handful of popcorn as Mila offers it. Her fingers are long and deft. She can hold a lot of popcorn in one hand. Carefully cupping that hand against her body to avoid spills, Kora begins eating the popcorn, relishing the combination of butter and salt. "Cheers," she says, around a mouthful. "Been forever since I had popcorn."
Then, a flicker of a look at the television, which does not linger.
"Do you and your pack stay here?"
[Mila Davis] "Mm.. it's good stuff. Extra buttery." She set the bowl back down on the coffee table and licked a finger or two.
"Na. I come here to get away from them sometimes. My condo has become the packhouse and the guys are starting to take over. Strangely enough, I find this place more peaceful." A beat. "Well, not always.. just on occasion more peaceful."
[Kora] "I fought with your Beta some nights past. Two weeks, maybe. The moon was half, and waning then. In Grant Park. We were attacked by some sort of twisted dog with two heads, and a human handler. Well, fallen human handler. He fought well. Though," here, her expression changes minutely, "I always thought that Bone-Grinder-yuf was your Beta."
Still picking through her popcorn, eating it slowly, savoringly. " - do you claim territory? Or just the packhouse?"
[Mila Davis] "He acts as such. He may very well be my Beta soon." The rest of the issue was simply a pack problem, and not really to be aired here. But Kora was right. Simon was her right hand man.
"For now, we do not claim territory. We will assist where we are needed. Chicago has bigger issues than those that would be created by too many packs claiming territory. For now, we are content with our packhouse.. and the little apartment we have in C-G."
Mila took a sip of her beverage, mulling over a thought before speaking up again. "What pack is it that you run with?"
[Kora] "I was packed with Kemp Truth-in-Frenzy-rhya - " there is an undercurrent of emotion there, mostly subsumed. Like a string plucked, and left to resonate. " - when he was killed fighting in the Hivelands. With Joe War-Handed and Gut-Song. We followed Hermodr, a spirit of great Fenris' brood - Odin's son, who traveled to Hel when Baldr died, and brought back the vision of Ragnarok, and what may come after."
That string is left to resonate, without intensifying, though if Mila is perceptive it is clear now that she has little respect left for War-Handed. "War-Handed left while Gut-Song was away on a quest, and I could no longer hold the totem or the territory we had just claimed. I invited Fate and Resistance - Roman and Sparrow, you may no them - to help me defend the territory, and we recently sought Hermodr and proved ourselves to him.
"Our territory is just north of the Caern, following the River through Cabrini. It was Eagle territory, the Caern's north flank, defended by Silence-rhya after his pack fell, until he was called to Storm Hammer."
[Rainer Leonardson] (( Sorry to be that guy! But are you ladies upstairs or down? ))
[Mila Davis] "I am aware of both Fate, and Resistance.. though I cannot say that I have seen much of them lately, save at the moots. Our lives are busy ones.. and our fight never complete, so it has not been something that crossed my mind as odd. I am glad to hear they are around and have packed with you."
A small pause. So much loss for one woman? Had she seriously gotten that ill of luck? "Do you lead the pack, or does one of the others?"
((upstairs))
[Kora] (we are upstairs! and alas, :( it is time for me to turn into a pumpkin.)
[Mila Davis] (I kinda gotta turn into a pumpkin too.. *sad face*)
[Rainer Leonardson] (( No worries! :D Sleep well! ))
[Kora] "I'm Alpha," Kora returns, her voice lingering low. The sentence is punctuated by the beeping of the dryer, an insistent, immediate. It is enough to spark and tug at the edges of Kora's attention. "Though just now, I'm the courier. If you'll excuse me, I think that's mine - "
and, answering the siren call of someone else's laundry, Kora ducks out of the common room and goes to empty the dryer.
[Kora] (thank for understanding. :) )
[Kora] (and, poof!)
[Mila Davis] (Night! thanks)
"You'll be at the bonfire?"
She weaves the pick through the strings and stands, slinging the guitar across her back. The tone soft with affection for Kora. The bonfire is a ways off, but Cigney doesn't see how their paths will cross from now till then unless she's needed, or they come together by chance like this evening.
For the perceptive, there's something missing in Cigney's gaze. A sparkle that was there before. Maybe it would come, maybe it wouldn't.
As Kora asks Mila about the music, Cigney remains still.
"I'd like the chance to play with you".
[Edwin Morr] ((Dex+Stealth+FOx))
[Edwin Morr] For his part, while the women's attention is all focused on Cigney, Edwin does his houdini thing. When they look back, he's gone.
[Edwin Morr] ((Thanks for the rp folks; I'm out.))
[Mila Davis] "I'll be around here this week.. bring your guitar - we'll play some together, see how it goes.."
[Kora] "Ask me closer to the bonfire," Kora returns, her generous mouth curving in the arc of a by-now familiar smile. The expression warms the Skald's otherwise sharp features, gleams across the surface of her eyes, and her shoulders move with a thead of good-natured laughter than she mostly swallows back down into her body. " - but most likely, I will. I'd like to talk to you before then, though. Give me a call when you know your schedule, and we'll work something out."
Kora's schedule is rather different. It involves: eating, drinking, fighting the Wyrm. There's no time clock, no clients, no watch, no alarm, no paycheck.
Then, she glances between Cigney and Mila, when the latter confirms that the invite was serious, and the former confirms that she's interested in playing with Mila. "Sounds like she's interested," her smile has that hook-curve to it, lingering. "You two don't need me to work it out."
[Cigney] "I'll try, I've got a pretty full schedule this week...but I'm sure we'll hook up. I'm looking forward to it".
The words are for Mila, but Cigney is looking at Kora as she speaks. Watching her closely, the intensity of her eyes, the color...her complexion and the set of jaw. A soft expression, one might almost dare to call it love. Listening to Kora speak, Cigney nods her head...her long golden waves bobbing with it. Biting her lower lip gently.
"Okay".
She turns her head towards Mila.
"Have fun, and I'll see you later".
Too Kora.
"Be safe".
A last look before she makes her way to the door and disappears down the stairs.
[Mila Davis] "Later Cigney.. nice to meet you." She managed to call out before the young woman disappeared down the stairs.
Another handful of was taken and she popped a few into her mouth. Once she was done chewing, she held up the bowl. "You want some?"
The movie was nearly done - though she hadn't been paying much attention in the last half hour or so. It didn't matter. She'd seen it a million times before.
[Kora] "Be safe, Cigney." The Skald's dark eyes trail her kinswoman as Cigney disappears down the steps and out into the pub proper. Before the door is closed, she'll hear Kora says, "'Night."
Then Mila holds out the popcorn bowl, and Kora reaches to snag a handful of popcorn as Mila offers it. Her fingers are long and deft. She can hold a lot of popcorn in one hand. Carefully cupping that hand against her body to avoid spills, Kora begins eating the popcorn, relishing the combination of butter and salt. "Cheers," she says, around a mouthful. "Been forever since I had popcorn."
Then, a flicker of a look at the television, which does not linger.
"Do you and your pack stay here?"
[Mila Davis] "Mm.. it's good stuff. Extra buttery." She set the bowl back down on the coffee table and licked a finger or two.
"Na. I come here to get away from them sometimes. My condo has become the packhouse and the guys are starting to take over. Strangely enough, I find this place more peaceful." A beat. "Well, not always.. just on occasion more peaceful."
[Kora] "I fought with your Beta some nights past. Two weeks, maybe. The moon was half, and waning then. In Grant Park. We were attacked by some sort of twisted dog with two heads, and a human handler. Well, fallen human handler. He fought well. Though," here, her expression changes minutely, "I always thought that Bone-Grinder-yuf was your Beta."
Still picking through her popcorn, eating it slowly, savoringly. " - do you claim territory? Or just the packhouse?"
[Mila Davis] "He acts as such. He may very well be my Beta soon." The rest of the issue was simply a pack problem, and not really to be aired here. But Kora was right. Simon was her right hand man.
"For now, we do not claim territory. We will assist where we are needed. Chicago has bigger issues than those that would be created by too many packs claiming territory. For now, we are content with our packhouse.. and the little apartment we have in C-G."
Mila took a sip of her beverage, mulling over a thought before speaking up again. "What pack is it that you run with?"
[Kora] "I was packed with Kemp Truth-in-Frenzy-rhya - " there is an undercurrent of emotion there, mostly subsumed. Like a string plucked, and left to resonate. " - when he was killed fighting in the Hivelands. With Joe War-Handed and Gut-Song. We followed Hermodr, a spirit of great Fenris' brood - Odin's son, who traveled to Hel when Baldr died, and brought back the vision of Ragnarok, and what may come after."
That string is left to resonate, without intensifying, though if Mila is perceptive it is clear now that she has little respect left for War-Handed. "War-Handed left while Gut-Song was away on a quest, and I could no longer hold the totem or the territory we had just claimed. I invited Fate and Resistance - Roman and Sparrow, you may no them - to help me defend the territory, and we recently sought Hermodr and proved ourselves to him.
"Our territory is just north of the Caern, following the River through Cabrini. It was Eagle territory, the Caern's north flank, defended by Silence-rhya after his pack fell, until he was called to Storm Hammer."
[Rainer Leonardson] (( Sorry to be that guy! But are you ladies upstairs or down? ))
[Mila Davis] "I am aware of both Fate, and Resistance.. though I cannot say that I have seen much of them lately, save at the moots. Our lives are busy ones.. and our fight never complete, so it has not been something that crossed my mind as odd. I am glad to hear they are around and have packed with you."
A small pause. So much loss for one woman? Had she seriously gotten that ill of luck? "Do you lead the pack, or does one of the others?"
((upstairs))
[Kora] (we are upstairs! and alas, :( it is time for me to turn into a pumpkin.)
[Mila Davis] (I kinda gotta turn into a pumpkin too.. *sad face*)
[Rainer Leonardson] (( No worries! :D Sleep well! ))
[Kora] "I'm Alpha," Kora returns, her voice lingering low. The sentence is punctuated by the beeping of the dryer, an insistent, immediate. It is enough to spark and tug at the edges of Kora's attention. "Though just now, I'm the courier. If you'll excuse me, I think that's mine - "
and, answering the siren call of someone else's laundry, Kora ducks out of the common room and goes to empty the dryer.
[Kora] (thank for understanding. :) )
[Kora] (and, poof!)
[Mila Davis] (Night! thanks)
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