[Cigney] She doesn't waste time on the steps of the church, proceeding to the doors with a bag slung over her shoulder. There's no way she'd presume that she was just welcome to enter as she pleased. No...instead she pounds her fist against the door in the hopes someone might let her in.
Cigney's dressed in normal street clothes. Her blue jeans and t-shirt, crosstrainers and the seashell necklace tied around her neck on a leater cord. Her hair up in a messy blonde ponytail.
Probably should have called first and all...
[Fire-Claws] There is something strange in the air, an all too unsettling feeling that spreads out about him. A feeling that the young blond kin woman would remember from the Navy Pier fair. The feeling that ate at the soul, made lessers run in fear. And as it closes in that same garbled, southern dialect hits her ears.
"Duj' 'gain"
Does he even have another pair of clothes besides those worn black jeans and light blue shirt that seemed to be begging for a day of rest? Those brown-almost-black eyes set upon her within pause as he moves towards the stairs of the church. The intense heat of his form pressing against anything in his way.
A force on the move.
[Cigney] The sense of it, and then the words from his mouth cause her to freeze momentarily before turning around. The silvery grey eyes catch his form in the remote light of the church. She glances back at the door, wishing someone would let her in, but not about to cause a scene.
Cigney steps away from the door.
"You shouldn't be here, this isn't your territory".
Oh yes...she knew who he was, and his alpha...
[Fire-Claws] "I naw wher' I am."
He pauses for a moment, mid-stride, to watch those silvery grey eyes. He moves again towards the bold monkey kin. BUt unlike their last meeting, unlike the beast ruling his moves. Something else seems to direct him, even if the wolf still drove his mind.
"Dis is da Jarl's land. I com' by on..." he actually looked strained for the proper word. "Buz'ness."
Eyes look over the bag she is holding, curious.
[Cigney] As he eyes the bag, and pulls it in a little tighter to her side. The gaze lowers and she swallows, hard...just like the first time they met.
"You have an appointment with the Jarl?"
Her tone is guarded...as if she might already know the reason for his "business". But she doesn't say anything out of cordiality. The body beneath her clothes straightens, draws breath, and tightens slightly. Bracing itself...
[Fire-Claws] He looks puzzled at the word appointment. It was obvious that such words were not used quite often in his presence, or even if he had learned it. There was much of english he is unfamiliar with.
"I need ta speak wit' her."
His eyes narrow as she pulls the bag tighter to her side. Dragging him closer to the the girl just trying to get into the church. His face tense as he nearly comes within a few feet of her. Pulling a gun from his back pocket.
[Cigney] As he draws closer, she flattens her back against the church door. Cigney knows what he's capable of after hearing Sune's story.
"Stay back"
It's all she can say, now looking him dead on.
[Fire-Claws] He looks down at the silvery colored glock. Looking back to the woman standing nearly panicked in stuck between a door and a monster. If this was what the world had left for her. And as calls out to stay back he pausing again, puzzled. Holding the gun handle to her. Maybe he was too much wolf to understand the weapon, or...
"For duj. Gift."
He offers it to her, holding it out as she is pressed against the door.
"Duj 'elped me. Only thin' I 'ave to offer ya."
Even if that help was probably beyond the wolf memory.
[Roman Turner] He had been out back, working while he still had light. Even with sharp hearing, it didn't help when you wore earplugs while hammering. When he finally removed the plugs and started back through the church from the back end, he called out to Kora.
"Miss Kora? I reckon I'm gonna need a new hammer. Done broke the danged handle on that one."
He wiggled a finger in one ear, making a face.
"Ya hear something?"
[Cigney] She see's the gun and shuts her eyes tight, and when he speaks...she's half expecting to hear him calling her out for getting involved with his social matters.
Then nothing...and she pry's one eye open only to see him holding the gun out to her, not at her.
"Oh my god..."
Cigney looks at the lupus born and feels a little faint.
"A gift...oh, well I guess that's different".
She doesn't take it right away, neither does she untense her body from the door. It's a slow process, especially whn you were preparing for a picturesque death on some church steps.
[Kora] Roman is working out back, behind the structure of the church, where the old classrooms and vestry open onto the central courtyard, what was once a garden kitted out with playground equipment and a smaller area designed for meditation. Everything is overgrown, wild roses twine around statues of the saints, and the small pond in the center is choked with duckweed.
Roman calls out to Kora at first, then feels her, higher and higher. Repeats his comment over their totem bond as she looks down at him from the belltower, tending to a bargain struck weeks ago, months, scrubbing the old bell with steel wool until the metal shines. A bargain, that - like the birdseed left scattered across the floor. Like the windows there left unmended. Like so many things.
Packmates have that sense of each other, and he can feel her descending, then, sliding down the old ladder that gives access to the bells housed in the tower, then taking the old winding stone steps quickly all the way down.
Someone's knocking, yeah? Her mind voice is rich, distinctive, not unlike her human voice. want to get the door?
Then, a moment later, Tell me what sort of hammer you want, I'll have Trent pick it up for you.
[Fire-Claws] He does not lower the gun until she takes it from him. His eyes intently focused on her, unknowing of whatever interference she has done in his 'social' matters. However she is lucky, the idea that she had helped him at one would be on the edges of his mind. Only remembering now as he stared at the monkey kin.
"Take"
His words are nto suppose to be a command, but the way he speaks and the body language he gives off seem to the contrary. Does she really want to look a gift wolf in the mouth?
[Roman Turner] So he in all his courtesy, yanked the front doors open wide while absently answering Kora over the link.
"Just a hammer, not a drywall one, just a regular ole hammer."
"Well howdy."
Was his greeting on the weird site on the doorstep.
"Is this a hold up?"
[Roman Turner] "Ya know, my Ma is always worried about things like that. I mean, she says, Roman, that Chicago is a wild place, there's muggings and murders and car jackings and hold ups. Is this where I put my hands up and say something like....."
And he sang with his country accent.
"Take my wallet, take my truck, take the breath from my lungs, but Mister, please don't take the girl"
[Cigney] As the door opens behind her, Cigney falls back a little into Roman. She looks at Roman, and then back to Fire Claws.
"I'm sorry..."
Regaining her posture, and her bladder control...the young kinswoman takes the gun carefully from his hands. Holding it, like she doesn't know what to do with it...cause she doesn't really.
"I accept your gift, and thank you for it..."
Her words are soft, hoping to calm the situation even though it looks like its just her thats freaked out by the whole thing.
[Fire-Claws] His eyes shoot over to the church doors opening quickly. Looking over the younger, smaller coggie as he asks something about holding stuff up. Going on about muggings and wallets and other stuff he just doesn't seem to grasp. His head cants to the side, confused all over again.
Monkeys are just strange creatures.
"Huh?"
He did not move to help Cigney when she stumbled back, just watches.
[Roman Turner] He steadied Cigney with one hand and called over his shoulder as he looked Fire-Claws over.
"Miss Kora, we done got company! I think they's selling Bibles!"
Then he turned a smile on the pair at the door.
"Huh, what?"
[Kora] There's still some light in the bright, clear sky. The near-full moon has been visible for the last handful of hours, risng in the east, a pale disc like a communion wafer in the darkening sky. There's light enough on the steps of the church, light spilling into the dark, quiet interior. Roman opens the front door and asks if this is a hold up, and somewhere in the back of the sanctuary, a door opens, then slams closed again again as Kora emerge from the belltower, peeling away cobwebs from her hair as she enters the quiet, open space of the sanctuary. She's not precisely visible from a distance, just the sense of movement, Roman's knowledge of her place, her presence, close now and at his back.
Who is it? she asks her packmate silently, as she crosses through the shadows, eventually coming to the door.
She's a slim shadow behind Roman, the light pulling out the brighter threads in her blonde hair. Tall enough that she can see Cigney holding a gun like it was a platter of pancakes and Fire Claws standing outside, bewildered by Roman's banter.
"Fire Claws," Kora says, pulling the door open wider. "Cigney. Do you know how to use that, or are you more likely to shoot yourself in the foot?" It's not contemptuous, the question. Kora is asking for practical reasons. " - why don't you both come in. Roman, do we have any beer left to offer our guests, or are we down to water and doctor pepper?"
[Cigney] White as a sheet, Cigney looks at Roman.
"Mr. Fire Claws is here to see Kora.".
She's still holding the gun flat in her outstretched hands, not caring to really look at it. When she hears Kora's question, she doesn't really know how to answer it.
"I...well..."
[Roman Turner] His grin was sheepish when Kora asked about beer.
"I think we are out of beer, but my hair is extra manageable if that helps."
He fluffed fingers through sweat soaked chestnut hair. For once he was minus the hat, but he had those jeans on and his usual boots. Gently reaching out to pluck the gun from Cigney.
"I'll just get ya a bag for his, sound good?"
[Fire-Claws] He shakes his head hard trying to get through his skull the whole 'huh, what" issue. English can be quite a confusing language if you are not used to it. Especially when you just learned any complex language beyond that of the body.
He turns to the Kora, eyes not quite directly on her as she speak to both Cigney and himself, lower his shoulders as he slumps forward.
"Jarl.."
[Roman Turner] (his=this)
[Cigney] As Roman takes the gun from her, she snaps too and lowers her hands. Then looks to Fire Claws as he addresses Kora.
Wow...didn't see that one coming...
She watches Roman, blinks, and then remembers why she'd come in the first place. Cigney looks down around her feet and finds the bag she'd been carrying, hoping the box inside hadn't smashed too terribly, the clinking of metal evident as she picks it up.
[Roman Turner] Fire-Claws was identified by Kora, and if that weren't enough, he addressed Kora as Jarl. Seemed like the Fenrir were like roaches when the lights went out lately, crawling out of the woodwork.
"Come on in Cigney, ya can help me get them drinks while these two meet and greet."
He waved the girl in, leading the way towards one of the coolers across the large open room.
[Kora] "Come on in," Kora replies to Cigney, her voice quiet, low. Her dark eyes linger on the kinswoman face, darting away briefly as Roman plucks the weapon from her nerveless hands. "both of you. Cigney, I hear you've had a difficult few days. Have a seat. Roman'll get you water, or soda if you prefer."
Just inside the church, in the largely empty area underneath the old choir loft is what passes for a living room. There are a handful of plastic lawn chairs, a couple of card tables, three different coolers and a purple beanbag chair - one of those giant ones - whose slow leak of plastic beads has been repaired by application of duct tape.
"Fire Claws." This, last. Kora's eyes settle on the lupus, and her features are still. Reading human expressions is an art. Her own now is still, provisional, her mouth set, her pale blonde hair - so rich, lustruous and fine, showing off her health, the way any animal's pelt should - is pulled back from her features, twisted up and confined, so even what scents he can gather with his human senses are limited. The great church, the dust and stone, the scent of old pizza, fresh sawdust, sweat and must.
She holds open the door, glancing over his shoulder at the street, scanning it before tipping her head toward the interior of the space. "Come in. What do you need?"
[Cigney] She offers Fire Claws a small smile and a nod of her head, not remembering if she'd really done everything she can to acknowledge that she accepted the gift politely. Upon Kora's suggestion, she gives a faint smile.
"I really can't stay too long. I'm gonna go help..."
Cigney follows Roman and is happy to remove herself from the room post haste.
[Fire-Claws] He watches as Roman takes the weapon from Cigney, eyes narrowing on him until Cigney seems more comfortable giving away her gift. He didn't like the fact that the coggie took it without even a fight, but it was her gift to do with as she pleased.
Finally he moves inside the church, looking around the structure a few moments before addressing Kora. This was the her turf and he made sure to respect that fact. Last thing one would like to do was piss of the alpha of the Get.
"I wandid to tell ya I join a pack."
That was not all, even as he moved he seemed uneasy. But what could be expected from a wolf standing in the heart of any major city, in the territory of another. He moved slowly and steady around the living room, pacing the grounds a moment.
"Gut fa garta's"
[Roman Turner] "So, ya been carrying guns long?"
It never occurred to him that the Lupus had given the gun to Cigney.
"Water or Dr. Pepper?"
He did keep a watch over his shoulder. Lupus were odd ones. Never could he imagine what it was like to spend your life on all fours with the heightened senses of a Wolf, only to one day suddenly become a naked man with all your senses dulled. It had to be harder than starting out in diapers. It still baffled him why a Wolf would even want to come near the stink of a city. Hell he wasn't too comfortable here in Chicago himself.
[Kora] The living room is just that - a scattering of creature comforts near the front of the sanctuary of the huge old stone church. The plce smells like stone and dust and shadow, the place smells like water and greenthings.
The stones are old, carved out of the guts of the earth, hand hewn, hand set, by skilled humans, but the building - solid-built, neo-gothic structure that it is, punctuated by crenellations and flying buttresses and stained glass windows, more than half of which remain in intact high above in the soaring gallery that circuts th bulding - has been abandoned for more than two decades, and the exterior is overgrown with all manner of weeds, of opportunistic trees and vines.
"I heard," Kora returns, her gaze lingering on the feral as he informs her that he's joined a pack. "Night's Reprieve told me that you'd joined them."
[Cigney] "Nothing...thanks".
She puts the bag up on a counter that isn't in Roman's way, tracing his gaze back
over both their shoulders now. As for the gun.
"Not before tonight. Strange gift from him if you ask me...says I helped him, can't remember how though".
Cigney lets out a small sigh.
"I'm going to guess he's gonna have a water".
She tries to meet his gaze, something...anything...
[Roman Turner] He fought it, it was on the tip of his tongue and he was smiling like you wouldn't believe.
"I sorta figure he would want water too."
God how bad he wanted to say a BOWL of water.
He pulled a couple of bottles out of the cooler, cracking one open for himself as he took a look at the bag Cigney put down.
"So, he gave ya a gun and now ya gonna need someone to teach ya how to use it and hope it ain't hot, right? I'd check with Miss Doctor Slaughter."
[Fire-Claws] "Wata"
It was a strange feeling to walk into the middle of this place, a stone sturcture that was not a natural den, yet it felt close to it. The smell of dust and dirt helped to block out the smell of the scab just beyond the door. However he should have known that the fact that she was going to learn about his pack before he told her. Jarl's tended to do so.
"Strong pack."
He does not think twice about Cigney or Roman again as they disappear. Just Kora now.
"I 'ad a.. challeng wit' a fianna woman. Firehair. Took gun from her."
[Cigney] "Actually, I think I might take another route on the training thing...but I'll keep the gun for later..."
Her gaze watches Roman a moment. Thinking about things, but voicing none of them.
"Think maybe I better go..."
Cigney waits for Roman to return the gun to her.
[Kora] Fire-Claws receives the water he requested, in a bottle, pulled up from a cold slurry of ice and water inside one of the coolers. Kora grabs another bottle for herself, uncapping Fire-Claws' water bottle before she hands it over to him. Then, lifting herself up to sit atop one of the tables, letting her long legs swing beneath her, she uncaps her own and takes a long drink. The plastic is slick and cold in her hands, and droplets scatter over her thighs, the dark cotton of her t-shirt.
"I heard," Kora says, matter-of-factly, " - that you attacked a Fianna kin. And I told your Alpha I'd leave him to deal with it, but I'll hear what happened from you, Fire Claws. Tell me."
[Roman Turner] "Sure Miss Cigney."
He knew she could barely tolerate him, he didn't need to be clairvoyant to know that. So he put the gun in the bag she had brought with her, and handed the bag over.
"I'll see ya out the door."
[Cigney] As he hands her the bag, she shakes her head. Instead, she takes the gun out and hands the bag
back to him.
"It's for you".
Hearing the conversation between Fire Claws and Kora, she hands the gun to the Jarl.
"Till we know who really deserves it?"
She looks at Kora a moment, then looks at Fire Claws and nods her goodbye.
[Fire-Claws] His eyes darkened on the word attacked. The water was forgotten on one of the pieces of plastic furniture that litter the den. He was not happy with the idea of being called a coward in such a manner. And it seemed that english was lost on him now. He reverts to his natural born form now, unable to gather the proper ideas in the monkey kin.
His body goes low, his tail still and lowered before Kora. Yips and yuffs marked his tone, enraged at the thought.
[ws]
"She challenged me. Did not relinquish. Tried to use weaver weapon on me. I disarmed her. I did not use ny form but the monkey skin. I did not bite of claw her. I did not wound her. She must learn proper respect."
[Roman Turner] His brows furrowed and of course he looked in the bag to see what was inside. It wasn't his birthday and the last couple of times he'd seen the Kin, she wasn't too thrilled to be in his presence, so this was a surprise.
[Cigney] It's a nail gun with some different adapters and stuff. Figured it might help him get his
projects done quicker. Nothing special.
With that, she starts towards the door.
Should have been this simple from the get go.
[Kora] Kora accepts the weapon, a faint frown wreathing its way across her brow, her dark eyes touching briefly on Cigney as the kinswoman presents her with the weapon. She does not hold it the way one experienced with firearms would, but is not frightened by the thing. She holds it with a certain - sure, solid care.
"This is the gun?" she asks, holding it to show the wolf, with a settled sort glance at Cigney, followed by a quick, sure curve of her mouth, a certain reassurance inherent the look, the shape of her mouth, the still, quiet calm of her dark eyes. Then, quieter to the kinswoman, " - you're okay, yeah?"
- and she waits, then, long enough for the reassurance of answer before returning her attention to Fire Claws.
[Cigney] "Yeah...I'm fine now".
She forces a warm smile onto her face as she looks over her shoulder for Kora's benefit
and no one elses. If the gun was taken without cause, than it had to be returned to Sune.
[Roman Turner] "Wow, this is beyond a simple gift Miss Cigney."
Nail guns were expensive, the compressor to run it along with the hose was a small fortune, though maybe they could rent it? He smiled, setting the bag down.
"Thank ya kindly."
Then he went to the door to see her out, waiting till she stepped out before he too stepped out to sit on the stoop.
[Fire-Claws] He was not at ease by the fact that Kora just assumed that he would act like some shadow lord. Just beating up kin because it was convenient or fun. He lowered his body when the weaver thing was passed over to Kora. Great of the kill as it was. His dark yellowish-brown eyes look up to the leaving kin once more before she leaves. Knowing she doesn't understand one thing he says at this point.
[ws]
"Yes. Took from her hand. Wahya kin tried to get her to submit. Stubborn monkey kin."
[Cigney] As Roman followed her out, she pauses pretty much where she feel into this whole mess
to begin with.
"Sorry about the scene..."
It seemed to apologize for just more than what happened here tonight. Maybe for something
that happened a little while ago too.
The silvery grey eyes watching him like they often do. Not sure what to do about the awkward
silences they seem to share lately.
[Roman Turner] "It's ok Miss Cigney, it broke the usual evening routine."
He smiled, dragging a hand back over his head as if trying to figure out where his hat went, or as if he were uncomfortable without it.
"I got hat hair, don't I?"
[ENN ARGGH] Night's Reprieve strolls down the street, hands in the front pockets of his jeans. He's got his work boots on and a white wife beater, the tip of his only battle scar can be seen streaking up from the top of his left pectoral muscle. He walks with long strides, calm and graceful but with purpose. He knows where he's going, knows what needs to be done when he gets there. But he halts outside the church, stops at the base of those stairs and looks up to Roman and Cigney and offers them both a smile.
"Fate, Cigney. Good to see you both, Sorrow and F-C inside?"
[Cigney] As he touches his hair, she chuckles softly and shakes her head a little. It causes her
ponytail to sway from side to side. She lifts her hand as if to help him out near his forehead,
but she stops herself just short. Lowering her hand slowly.
'You're fine".
At Night's voice, Cigney turns and smiles. Then nods and steps away from the door.
[Roman Turner] He froze when Cigney reached towards his head and the moment was broken when Night's Reprieve suddenly spoke up.
"Howdy Mister Night. Yessir, they're both inside. I reckon they might enjoy your company."
[Kora] Kora holds the weapon, turns it over in her hand, studies the oiled stock, the heavy metal that gleams dully in the uncertain light of the church's interior. Her legs are no longer swinging. She's sitting still, upright, her shoulders level and her spine straight. The knot of her hair lists to port, slowly unraveling around its anchors.
She does not seem to notice.
Instead, she sets the weapon aside at the end, frowning.
"This Fianna woman is not my territory. It's her tribe's responsibility to protect her and her tribe's responsibility to discipline her. I'm relieved to hear that the stories I heard were - not entirely accurate.
"But because this woman belongs to another, I think your prize belongs to her tribe, as well. The only Fianna I know of left in the city is a mule named Tongue-Twister, who fights well, but acts like a broken thing. She follows a Shadow Lord. Still, her kin are hers, and the weapon, I think - hers. Do you understand?
"You have to take the story of the kinswoman's poor behaviour to her guardian, I think. Return the weapon, and let the Fianna handle their kin until we know that she cannot."
[ENN ARGGH] His smile quirks into a grin for Roman and he tilts his head as he begins to walk up the stairs, he has a little knowing smile for the boy when he walks past
"Thanks, sorry to interrupt."
And then he's pushing through the wooden doors of the church rather dramatically announcing his arrival to the two inside.
"Sorrow, Fire-Claws. Hope I haven't missed too much." This said while he crosses the expanse of the dimly lit church, his nostrils flare to the smell of stone and wood and forgotten places.
[Fire-Claws] He pads around the plastic now his claws tapping against the floor with even steady paces. His eyes focused on the Jarl's shoulders now, pure and simply. He did not hold back his emotions, his lips were not as solid or still as Kora's. He was a wolf, a monster who lived by instinct and the primal nature that one must have in order to survive. He would not apologize for it, he would not stand for other to slander the natural order of things. Even if Firehair did not like the fact that she was lowly on the food chain, he would not suffer for her shortcomings.
But as Kora goes on about the fianna and the lack of true born to the city, he ponders over the decision made. If this was what needed to be done, then so be it. If this tongue-twister could not control her kin, well that would be another issue.
But dammit, he had to find something else to give Cigney now in return for her help.
[ws]
"Yes"
[Cigney] Her eyes follow Night, as if hoping for something...and when he disappears inside the door...her shoulders noticably fall flat. Cigney's eyes look down at the church steps a moment or two. She frowns a little.
Turning back to Roman she changes the frown to a smile a little too quickly.
"Just don't be too careless with it..."
She starts down the steps.
[Roman Turner] "With it?"
That baffled him, and he hadn't missed the way Cigney had watched Night. So he made the offer, waving towards the door.
"Ya know, ain't no rules says ya can't go back in."
[Kora] Kora is seated on one of the card tables set up underneath the choir loft. She's slim enough that the folding table can hold her weight, even with her legs swinging. She is still now, though, with an open bottle of water on the table beside her, and the gun as well, a gleaming dark shape. "Your packmate was telling me the stoy of his encounter with the Fianna kinswoman," Kora tells Night's Reprieve as he pushes open the front doors and walks into the ghostly old sanctuary.
"I'm less concerned than I was, yesterday. Have you heard the tale?"
[Cigney] Reaching the bottom of the steps, she doesn't turn around when she speaks.
"Think I'll just go home. Goodnight Roman".
Her car is parked around the corner.
[Cigney] ((Thank you everyone for the scene!))
to ENN ARGGH, Fire-Claws, Kora, Roman Turner
[ENN ARGGH] His eyes linger on the gun on the table for a moment while Kora speaks and his tongue flicks out between his lips briefly. He doesn't move to sit and after looking at the gun he immediately turns his gaze on his pack-mate. He's looking at him when he speaks.
"I heard only the Fianna kin's side of the story. I'm guessing things do not match up with what she said?"
[Fire-Claws] His eye look up to his alpha as Night's Reprieve enters the den of their Jarl. He does not speak up when the pair of alphas start to speak. Only padding to the side of his alpha, sitting beside the Godi as he speaks.
[Roman Turner] He decided he would leave Fenrir stuff to Fenrir, so he took up a seat on the steps and watched Cigney disappear around the corner. Women confused the hell out of him. Take that Sune for instance, going on about confiding in a girl. He still hadn't figured out what he was suppose to confide, but maybe Kora or Sparrow would have a different take on that subject? He'd sure as heck ask them both.
[Kora] "Tell him," Kora remarks to Fire Claws, her voice a rich low alto, clear and direct. Her hair is still unraveling, like a slow avalanche, from its knot, and loosens - just faintly - around her shoulders. She is dressed as she always is, her jeans and dark t-shirt soaking up light, making her lean frame a long shadow in the darkness. " - what you told me."
The truth is, she wants to hear it again. "Add whatever else you remember. How you met. When she pulled the weapon."
[Fire-Claws] He looked at Kora for a moment, then looked up at his alpha. His tongue licking at his nose a little as the smells of the stone and dust and pizza and what not hitting him within this form. But he coulnd't seem to manage his words in the monkey skin. It was all just too confusing.
[ws]
"I spoke with Firehair and Wahya kin. Came out of spirit world after wyrm hunt. Saw them. Spoke. Firehiar mocked me. I confronted her. She challenged me. I grabbed her wrist off me. She pulled weaver weapon. I took it from her. Wahya kin helped told her to submit. I took weaver weapons."
[ENN ARGGH] NR's brows furrow and he frowns down at his pack-mate. Slowly his body begins to shift, he lets out a little snarl from his lips as he travels through the forms, bones clinking and joints popping in and out in and out until he pads down in his lupus form. Thick grey fur, long and sleek without traces of discolouration. Perhaps its respect for his pack-mate that he does this, perhaps its just to communicate better. His tail wags, his tongue lols and he sniffs fire-claws and bares his teeth in a low growl before licking at his own nose.
"Confronted, what sounds did she make, what was the challenge."
[Fire-Claws] He is not the same thick grey fur as his alpha. His is matted with red and white. He does not share in the purity that his alpha's cousin has. He is not the traditional looking get that one would recall from great tales.
[ws]
"She locked eyes. Taunted me. Called me a dog sorta. Pushed me. No one pulls a gun on me. Ever."
[Kora] They both shift. Sorrow, for her part, remains seated on the table, although she tucks up one of her legs underneath her body, then the other, until she's sitting indian-style on the tabletop, which sways, just a bit, with the shifting of her weight.
Her attention is sure, clear, rapt, obvious from the cant of her head as her hair gives way to gravity at last, the knot falling apart, the pale strands curling tangle across her back, swinging down to curtain her features as she watches, listens, and waits.
[Roman Turner] (I am off to bed. Thanks!)
[Fire-Claws] (Night Blu)
[ENN ARGGH] "You did nothing to provoke her? The truth Fire-Claws. I do not call for Marred Valor in respect for you as a brother. Do not test my patience."
He whuffs, snarls.
[Fire-Claws] [ws]
"Nothing."
[Fire-Claws] Continued..
[ws]
"I could have killed her. I held back. Holding her wrist. Instead of ripping her open."
[ENN ARGGH] He watches his pack-mate a moment longer before the popping and disjointing of limbs rises up in their ears once more until he's standing again as a man.
"I see no fault, she drew a weapon on you. She could have died, she is foolish. Though I am still unclear as to what exactly she thought she was doing."
[Kora] Kora's dark eyes flicker to Night's Reprieve as he begins to shift, then glide back to Fire Claws. She's still, her generous outh pressed together, adding nothing to the former's questioning of his packmate, saying nothing until they are both finished.
"You did the honorable thing, Fire Claws. It is not your right to kill her, or tear her open, particularly when her threat to you was small, and so easily ended. Are you," here a glance to Night's Reprieve, " - going to find Tongue-Twister and tell her what happened, so that she may discipline her kinswoman?" A pause, quiet. " - or shall I?"
[ENN ARGGH] His eyes flick to the Jarl and he ponders her question a moment before replying.
"I do not know of this Tongue-Twister, has she been seen lately at the sept? If she cannot be found perhaps someone who knows the kin could speak to her. I do not think she will take it very well being told what to do by us."
[Fire-Claws] His packmate and alpha shifted back to the natural form, watching for a sign that he should do the same. It seemed only polite as the questioning ended. He slowly stretched and shifted, muscles expanding as fur gave way to flesh. His worn dedicated clothes, which have yet to see a break since coming to the city, once again on his body.
And he stands there, silent as his alpha speaks.
[Kora] "Tongue-Twister," Kora tells them, " - and her pack claim territory in Bronzeville. She follows a Shadow Lord under Fox. If she is unwilling to discipline her kinfolk, then I will do it for her, but we will not intrude on her territory until and unless we know that she is unwilling to handle her own kinfolk.
"I will leave a message for her at the Caern. Fire Claws, I expect you to be there to tell her how the kinswoman challenged you and belittled you in your own words, so that she understands the nature of her kinswoman's offense, and how lucky she is that you showed restraint as you did."
[ENN ARGGH] "I would like to add Fire-Claws that I don't want to see or hear about you being near that Fianna kin, for yours and her own good. Are we clear?"
[Fire-Claws] He nodded in return when Kora spoke about meeting with this one called Tongue-Twister. He would speak with her and inform her of the ill deeds of her kin. And should that not be enough. Well it was not his problem.
He turns his body to his alpha when he speaks and nods.
"Unda'stood."
[Kora] (Okay, guys. I am going to log out since BED SLEEP I TIRED - but Rory was at the moot, and if you guys want to grab Lessa for a scene when I'm not around, please feel free, particularly as I'm doing a fair bit of STing this week. :) )
[Fire-Claws] (Thanks for the play. I think I need to crash soon as well)
Cigney's dressed in normal street clothes. Her blue jeans and t-shirt, crosstrainers and the seashell necklace tied around her neck on a leater cord. Her hair up in a messy blonde ponytail.
Probably should have called first and all...
[Fire-Claws] There is something strange in the air, an all too unsettling feeling that spreads out about him. A feeling that the young blond kin woman would remember from the Navy Pier fair. The feeling that ate at the soul, made lessers run in fear. And as it closes in that same garbled, southern dialect hits her ears.
"Duj' 'gain"
Does he even have another pair of clothes besides those worn black jeans and light blue shirt that seemed to be begging for a day of rest? Those brown-almost-black eyes set upon her within pause as he moves towards the stairs of the church. The intense heat of his form pressing against anything in his way.
A force on the move.
[Cigney] The sense of it, and then the words from his mouth cause her to freeze momentarily before turning around. The silvery grey eyes catch his form in the remote light of the church. She glances back at the door, wishing someone would let her in, but not about to cause a scene.
Cigney steps away from the door.
"You shouldn't be here, this isn't your territory".
Oh yes...she knew who he was, and his alpha...
[Fire-Claws] "I naw wher' I am."
He pauses for a moment, mid-stride, to watch those silvery grey eyes. He moves again towards the bold monkey kin. BUt unlike their last meeting, unlike the beast ruling his moves. Something else seems to direct him, even if the wolf still drove his mind.
"Dis is da Jarl's land. I com' by on..." he actually looked strained for the proper word. "Buz'ness."
Eyes look over the bag she is holding, curious.
[Cigney] As he eyes the bag, and pulls it in a little tighter to her side. The gaze lowers and she swallows, hard...just like the first time they met.
"You have an appointment with the Jarl?"
Her tone is guarded...as if she might already know the reason for his "business". But she doesn't say anything out of cordiality. The body beneath her clothes straightens, draws breath, and tightens slightly. Bracing itself...
[Fire-Claws] He looks puzzled at the word appointment. It was obvious that such words were not used quite often in his presence, or even if he had learned it. There was much of english he is unfamiliar with.
"I need ta speak wit' her."
His eyes narrow as she pulls the bag tighter to her side. Dragging him closer to the the girl just trying to get into the church. His face tense as he nearly comes within a few feet of her. Pulling a gun from his back pocket.
[Cigney] As he draws closer, she flattens her back against the church door. Cigney knows what he's capable of after hearing Sune's story.
"Stay back"
It's all she can say, now looking him dead on.
[Fire-Claws] He looks down at the silvery colored glock. Looking back to the woman standing nearly panicked in stuck between a door and a monster. If this was what the world had left for her. And as calls out to stay back he pausing again, puzzled. Holding the gun handle to her. Maybe he was too much wolf to understand the weapon, or...
"For duj. Gift."
He offers it to her, holding it out as she is pressed against the door.
"Duj 'elped me. Only thin' I 'ave to offer ya."
Even if that help was probably beyond the wolf memory.
[Roman Turner] He had been out back, working while he still had light. Even with sharp hearing, it didn't help when you wore earplugs while hammering. When he finally removed the plugs and started back through the church from the back end, he called out to Kora.
"Miss Kora? I reckon I'm gonna need a new hammer. Done broke the danged handle on that one."
He wiggled a finger in one ear, making a face.
"Ya hear something?"
[Cigney] She see's the gun and shuts her eyes tight, and when he speaks...she's half expecting to hear him calling her out for getting involved with his social matters.
Then nothing...and she pry's one eye open only to see him holding the gun out to her, not at her.
"Oh my god..."
Cigney looks at the lupus born and feels a little faint.
"A gift...oh, well I guess that's different".
She doesn't take it right away, neither does she untense her body from the door. It's a slow process, especially whn you were preparing for a picturesque death on some church steps.
[Kora] Roman is working out back, behind the structure of the church, where the old classrooms and vestry open onto the central courtyard, what was once a garden kitted out with playground equipment and a smaller area designed for meditation. Everything is overgrown, wild roses twine around statues of the saints, and the small pond in the center is choked with duckweed.
Roman calls out to Kora at first, then feels her, higher and higher. Repeats his comment over their totem bond as she looks down at him from the belltower, tending to a bargain struck weeks ago, months, scrubbing the old bell with steel wool until the metal shines. A bargain, that - like the birdseed left scattered across the floor. Like the windows there left unmended. Like so many things.
Packmates have that sense of each other, and he can feel her descending, then, sliding down the old ladder that gives access to the bells housed in the tower, then taking the old winding stone steps quickly all the way down.
Someone's knocking, yeah? Her mind voice is rich, distinctive, not unlike her human voice. want to get the door?
Then, a moment later, Tell me what sort of hammer you want, I'll have Trent pick it up for you.
[Fire-Claws] He does not lower the gun until she takes it from him. His eyes intently focused on her, unknowing of whatever interference she has done in his 'social' matters. However she is lucky, the idea that she had helped him at one would be on the edges of his mind. Only remembering now as he stared at the monkey kin.
"Take"
His words are nto suppose to be a command, but the way he speaks and the body language he gives off seem to the contrary. Does she really want to look a gift wolf in the mouth?
[Roman Turner] So he in all his courtesy, yanked the front doors open wide while absently answering Kora over the link.
"Just a hammer, not a drywall one, just a regular ole hammer."
"Well howdy."
Was his greeting on the weird site on the doorstep.
"Is this a hold up?"
[Roman Turner] "Ya know, my Ma is always worried about things like that. I mean, she says, Roman, that Chicago is a wild place, there's muggings and murders and car jackings and hold ups. Is this where I put my hands up and say something like....."
And he sang with his country accent.
"Take my wallet, take my truck, take the breath from my lungs, but Mister, please don't take the girl"
[Cigney] As the door opens behind her, Cigney falls back a little into Roman. She looks at Roman, and then back to Fire Claws.
"I'm sorry..."
Regaining her posture, and her bladder control...the young kinswoman takes the gun carefully from his hands. Holding it, like she doesn't know what to do with it...cause she doesn't really.
"I accept your gift, and thank you for it..."
Her words are soft, hoping to calm the situation even though it looks like its just her thats freaked out by the whole thing.
[Fire-Claws] His eyes shoot over to the church doors opening quickly. Looking over the younger, smaller coggie as he asks something about holding stuff up. Going on about muggings and wallets and other stuff he just doesn't seem to grasp. His head cants to the side, confused all over again.
Monkeys are just strange creatures.
"Huh?"
He did not move to help Cigney when she stumbled back, just watches.
[Roman Turner] He steadied Cigney with one hand and called over his shoulder as he looked Fire-Claws over.
"Miss Kora, we done got company! I think they's selling Bibles!"
Then he turned a smile on the pair at the door.
"Huh, what?"
[Kora] There's still some light in the bright, clear sky. The near-full moon has been visible for the last handful of hours, risng in the east, a pale disc like a communion wafer in the darkening sky. There's light enough on the steps of the church, light spilling into the dark, quiet interior. Roman opens the front door and asks if this is a hold up, and somewhere in the back of the sanctuary, a door opens, then slams closed again again as Kora emerge from the belltower, peeling away cobwebs from her hair as she enters the quiet, open space of the sanctuary. She's not precisely visible from a distance, just the sense of movement, Roman's knowledge of her place, her presence, close now and at his back.
Who is it? she asks her packmate silently, as she crosses through the shadows, eventually coming to the door.
She's a slim shadow behind Roman, the light pulling out the brighter threads in her blonde hair. Tall enough that she can see Cigney holding a gun like it was a platter of pancakes and Fire Claws standing outside, bewildered by Roman's banter.
"Fire Claws," Kora says, pulling the door open wider. "Cigney. Do you know how to use that, or are you more likely to shoot yourself in the foot?" It's not contemptuous, the question. Kora is asking for practical reasons. " - why don't you both come in. Roman, do we have any beer left to offer our guests, or are we down to water and doctor pepper?"
[Cigney] White as a sheet, Cigney looks at Roman.
"Mr. Fire Claws is here to see Kora.".
She's still holding the gun flat in her outstretched hands, not caring to really look at it. When she hears Kora's question, she doesn't really know how to answer it.
"I...well..."
[Roman Turner] His grin was sheepish when Kora asked about beer.
"I think we are out of beer, but my hair is extra manageable if that helps."
He fluffed fingers through sweat soaked chestnut hair. For once he was minus the hat, but he had those jeans on and his usual boots. Gently reaching out to pluck the gun from Cigney.
"I'll just get ya a bag for his, sound good?"
[Fire-Claws] He shakes his head hard trying to get through his skull the whole 'huh, what" issue. English can be quite a confusing language if you are not used to it. Especially when you just learned any complex language beyond that of the body.
He turns to the Kora, eyes not quite directly on her as she speak to both Cigney and himself, lower his shoulders as he slumps forward.
"Jarl.."
[Roman Turner] (his=this)
[Cigney] As Roman takes the gun from her, she snaps too and lowers her hands. Then looks to Fire Claws as he addresses Kora.
Wow...didn't see that one coming...
She watches Roman, blinks, and then remembers why she'd come in the first place. Cigney looks down around her feet and finds the bag she'd been carrying, hoping the box inside hadn't smashed too terribly, the clinking of metal evident as she picks it up.
[Roman Turner] Fire-Claws was identified by Kora, and if that weren't enough, he addressed Kora as Jarl. Seemed like the Fenrir were like roaches when the lights went out lately, crawling out of the woodwork.
"Come on in Cigney, ya can help me get them drinks while these two meet and greet."
He waved the girl in, leading the way towards one of the coolers across the large open room.
[Kora] "Come on in," Kora replies to Cigney, her voice quiet, low. Her dark eyes linger on the kinswoman face, darting away briefly as Roman plucks the weapon from her nerveless hands. "both of you. Cigney, I hear you've had a difficult few days. Have a seat. Roman'll get you water, or soda if you prefer."
Just inside the church, in the largely empty area underneath the old choir loft is what passes for a living room. There are a handful of plastic lawn chairs, a couple of card tables, three different coolers and a purple beanbag chair - one of those giant ones - whose slow leak of plastic beads has been repaired by application of duct tape.
"Fire Claws." This, last. Kora's eyes settle on the lupus, and her features are still. Reading human expressions is an art. Her own now is still, provisional, her mouth set, her pale blonde hair - so rich, lustruous and fine, showing off her health, the way any animal's pelt should - is pulled back from her features, twisted up and confined, so even what scents he can gather with his human senses are limited. The great church, the dust and stone, the scent of old pizza, fresh sawdust, sweat and must.
She holds open the door, glancing over his shoulder at the street, scanning it before tipping her head toward the interior of the space. "Come in. What do you need?"
[Cigney] She offers Fire Claws a small smile and a nod of her head, not remembering if she'd really done everything she can to acknowledge that she accepted the gift politely. Upon Kora's suggestion, she gives a faint smile.
"I really can't stay too long. I'm gonna go help..."
Cigney follows Roman and is happy to remove herself from the room post haste.
[Fire-Claws] He watches as Roman takes the weapon from Cigney, eyes narrowing on him until Cigney seems more comfortable giving away her gift. He didn't like the fact that the coggie took it without even a fight, but it was her gift to do with as she pleased.
Finally he moves inside the church, looking around the structure a few moments before addressing Kora. This was the her turf and he made sure to respect that fact. Last thing one would like to do was piss of the alpha of the Get.
"I wandid to tell ya I join a pack."
That was not all, even as he moved he seemed uneasy. But what could be expected from a wolf standing in the heart of any major city, in the territory of another. He moved slowly and steady around the living room, pacing the grounds a moment.
"Gut fa garta's"
[Roman Turner] "So, ya been carrying guns long?"
It never occurred to him that the Lupus had given the gun to Cigney.
"Water or Dr. Pepper?"
He did keep a watch over his shoulder. Lupus were odd ones. Never could he imagine what it was like to spend your life on all fours with the heightened senses of a Wolf, only to one day suddenly become a naked man with all your senses dulled. It had to be harder than starting out in diapers. It still baffled him why a Wolf would even want to come near the stink of a city. Hell he wasn't too comfortable here in Chicago himself.
[Kora] The living room is just that - a scattering of creature comforts near the front of the sanctuary of the huge old stone church. The plce smells like stone and dust and shadow, the place smells like water and greenthings.
The stones are old, carved out of the guts of the earth, hand hewn, hand set, by skilled humans, but the building - solid-built, neo-gothic structure that it is, punctuated by crenellations and flying buttresses and stained glass windows, more than half of which remain in intact high above in the soaring gallery that circuts th bulding - has been abandoned for more than two decades, and the exterior is overgrown with all manner of weeds, of opportunistic trees and vines.
"I heard," Kora returns, her gaze lingering on the feral as he informs her that he's joined a pack. "Night's Reprieve told me that you'd joined them."
[Cigney] "Nothing...thanks".
She puts the bag up on a counter that isn't in Roman's way, tracing his gaze back
over both their shoulders now. As for the gun.
"Not before tonight. Strange gift from him if you ask me...says I helped him, can't remember how though".
Cigney lets out a small sigh.
"I'm going to guess he's gonna have a water".
She tries to meet his gaze, something...anything...
[Roman Turner] He fought it, it was on the tip of his tongue and he was smiling like you wouldn't believe.
"I sorta figure he would want water too."
God how bad he wanted to say a BOWL of water.
He pulled a couple of bottles out of the cooler, cracking one open for himself as he took a look at the bag Cigney put down.
"So, he gave ya a gun and now ya gonna need someone to teach ya how to use it and hope it ain't hot, right? I'd check with Miss Doctor Slaughter."
[Fire-Claws] "Wata"
It was a strange feeling to walk into the middle of this place, a stone sturcture that was not a natural den, yet it felt close to it. The smell of dust and dirt helped to block out the smell of the scab just beyond the door. However he should have known that the fact that she was going to learn about his pack before he told her. Jarl's tended to do so.
"Strong pack."
He does not think twice about Cigney or Roman again as they disappear. Just Kora now.
"I 'ad a.. challeng wit' a fianna woman. Firehair. Took gun from her."
[Cigney] "Actually, I think I might take another route on the training thing...but I'll keep the gun for later..."
Her gaze watches Roman a moment. Thinking about things, but voicing none of them.
"Think maybe I better go..."
Cigney waits for Roman to return the gun to her.
[Kora] Fire-Claws receives the water he requested, in a bottle, pulled up from a cold slurry of ice and water inside one of the coolers. Kora grabs another bottle for herself, uncapping Fire-Claws' water bottle before she hands it over to him. Then, lifting herself up to sit atop one of the tables, letting her long legs swing beneath her, she uncaps her own and takes a long drink. The plastic is slick and cold in her hands, and droplets scatter over her thighs, the dark cotton of her t-shirt.
"I heard," Kora says, matter-of-factly, " - that you attacked a Fianna kin. And I told your Alpha I'd leave him to deal with it, but I'll hear what happened from you, Fire Claws. Tell me."
[Roman Turner] "Sure Miss Cigney."
He knew she could barely tolerate him, he didn't need to be clairvoyant to know that. So he put the gun in the bag she had brought with her, and handed the bag over.
"I'll see ya out the door."
[Cigney] As he hands her the bag, she shakes her head. Instead, she takes the gun out and hands the bag
back to him.
"It's for you".
Hearing the conversation between Fire Claws and Kora, she hands the gun to the Jarl.
"Till we know who really deserves it?"
She looks at Kora a moment, then looks at Fire Claws and nods her goodbye.
[Fire-Claws] His eyes darkened on the word attacked. The water was forgotten on one of the pieces of plastic furniture that litter the den. He was not happy with the idea of being called a coward in such a manner. And it seemed that english was lost on him now. He reverts to his natural born form now, unable to gather the proper ideas in the monkey kin.
His body goes low, his tail still and lowered before Kora. Yips and yuffs marked his tone, enraged at the thought.
[ws]
"She challenged me. Did not relinquish. Tried to use weaver weapon on me. I disarmed her. I did not use ny form but the monkey skin. I did not bite of claw her. I did not wound her. She must learn proper respect."
[Roman Turner] His brows furrowed and of course he looked in the bag to see what was inside. It wasn't his birthday and the last couple of times he'd seen the Kin, she wasn't too thrilled to be in his presence, so this was a surprise.
[Cigney] It's a nail gun with some different adapters and stuff. Figured it might help him get his
projects done quicker. Nothing special.
With that, she starts towards the door.
Should have been this simple from the get go.
[Kora] Kora accepts the weapon, a faint frown wreathing its way across her brow, her dark eyes touching briefly on Cigney as the kinswoman presents her with the weapon. She does not hold it the way one experienced with firearms would, but is not frightened by the thing. She holds it with a certain - sure, solid care.
"This is the gun?" she asks, holding it to show the wolf, with a settled sort glance at Cigney, followed by a quick, sure curve of her mouth, a certain reassurance inherent the look, the shape of her mouth, the still, quiet calm of her dark eyes. Then, quieter to the kinswoman, " - you're okay, yeah?"
- and she waits, then, long enough for the reassurance of answer before returning her attention to Fire Claws.
[Cigney] "Yeah...I'm fine now".
She forces a warm smile onto her face as she looks over her shoulder for Kora's benefit
and no one elses. If the gun was taken without cause, than it had to be returned to Sune.
[Roman Turner] "Wow, this is beyond a simple gift Miss Cigney."
Nail guns were expensive, the compressor to run it along with the hose was a small fortune, though maybe they could rent it? He smiled, setting the bag down.
"Thank ya kindly."
Then he went to the door to see her out, waiting till she stepped out before he too stepped out to sit on the stoop.
[Fire-Claws] He was not at ease by the fact that Kora just assumed that he would act like some shadow lord. Just beating up kin because it was convenient or fun. He lowered his body when the weaver thing was passed over to Kora. Great of the kill as it was. His dark yellowish-brown eyes look up to the leaving kin once more before she leaves. Knowing she doesn't understand one thing he says at this point.
[ws]
"Yes. Took from her hand. Wahya kin tried to get her to submit. Stubborn monkey kin."
[Cigney] As Roman followed her out, she pauses pretty much where she feel into this whole mess
to begin with.
"Sorry about the scene..."
It seemed to apologize for just more than what happened here tonight. Maybe for something
that happened a little while ago too.
The silvery grey eyes watching him like they often do. Not sure what to do about the awkward
silences they seem to share lately.
[Roman Turner] "It's ok Miss Cigney, it broke the usual evening routine."
He smiled, dragging a hand back over his head as if trying to figure out where his hat went, or as if he were uncomfortable without it.
"I got hat hair, don't I?"
[ENN ARGGH] Night's Reprieve strolls down the street, hands in the front pockets of his jeans. He's got his work boots on and a white wife beater, the tip of his only battle scar can be seen streaking up from the top of his left pectoral muscle. He walks with long strides, calm and graceful but with purpose. He knows where he's going, knows what needs to be done when he gets there. But he halts outside the church, stops at the base of those stairs and looks up to Roman and Cigney and offers them both a smile.
"Fate, Cigney. Good to see you both, Sorrow and F-C inside?"
[Cigney] As he touches his hair, she chuckles softly and shakes her head a little. It causes her
ponytail to sway from side to side. She lifts her hand as if to help him out near his forehead,
but she stops herself just short. Lowering her hand slowly.
'You're fine".
At Night's voice, Cigney turns and smiles. Then nods and steps away from the door.
[Roman Turner] He froze when Cigney reached towards his head and the moment was broken when Night's Reprieve suddenly spoke up.
"Howdy Mister Night. Yessir, they're both inside. I reckon they might enjoy your company."
[Kora] Kora holds the weapon, turns it over in her hand, studies the oiled stock, the heavy metal that gleams dully in the uncertain light of the church's interior. Her legs are no longer swinging. She's sitting still, upright, her shoulders level and her spine straight. The knot of her hair lists to port, slowly unraveling around its anchors.
She does not seem to notice.
Instead, she sets the weapon aside at the end, frowning.
"This Fianna woman is not my territory. It's her tribe's responsibility to protect her and her tribe's responsibility to discipline her. I'm relieved to hear that the stories I heard were - not entirely accurate.
"But because this woman belongs to another, I think your prize belongs to her tribe, as well. The only Fianna I know of left in the city is a mule named Tongue-Twister, who fights well, but acts like a broken thing. She follows a Shadow Lord. Still, her kin are hers, and the weapon, I think - hers. Do you understand?
"You have to take the story of the kinswoman's poor behaviour to her guardian, I think. Return the weapon, and let the Fianna handle their kin until we know that she cannot."
[ENN ARGGH] His smile quirks into a grin for Roman and he tilts his head as he begins to walk up the stairs, he has a little knowing smile for the boy when he walks past
"Thanks, sorry to interrupt."
And then he's pushing through the wooden doors of the church rather dramatically announcing his arrival to the two inside.
"Sorrow, Fire-Claws. Hope I haven't missed too much." This said while he crosses the expanse of the dimly lit church, his nostrils flare to the smell of stone and wood and forgotten places.
[Fire-Claws] He pads around the plastic now his claws tapping against the floor with even steady paces. His eyes focused on the Jarl's shoulders now, pure and simply. He did not hold back his emotions, his lips were not as solid or still as Kora's. He was a wolf, a monster who lived by instinct and the primal nature that one must have in order to survive. He would not apologize for it, he would not stand for other to slander the natural order of things. Even if Firehair did not like the fact that she was lowly on the food chain, he would not suffer for her shortcomings.
But as Kora goes on about the fianna and the lack of true born to the city, he ponders over the decision made. If this was what needed to be done, then so be it. If this tongue-twister could not control her kin, well that would be another issue.
But dammit, he had to find something else to give Cigney now in return for her help.
[ws]
"Yes"
[Cigney] Her eyes follow Night, as if hoping for something...and when he disappears inside the door...her shoulders noticably fall flat. Cigney's eyes look down at the church steps a moment or two. She frowns a little.
Turning back to Roman she changes the frown to a smile a little too quickly.
"Just don't be too careless with it..."
She starts down the steps.
[Roman Turner] "With it?"
That baffled him, and he hadn't missed the way Cigney had watched Night. So he made the offer, waving towards the door.
"Ya know, ain't no rules says ya can't go back in."
[Kora] Kora is seated on one of the card tables set up underneath the choir loft. She's slim enough that the folding table can hold her weight, even with her legs swinging. She is still now, though, with an open bottle of water on the table beside her, and the gun as well, a gleaming dark shape. "Your packmate was telling me the stoy of his encounter with the Fianna kinswoman," Kora tells Night's Reprieve as he pushes open the front doors and walks into the ghostly old sanctuary.
"I'm less concerned than I was, yesterday. Have you heard the tale?"
[Cigney] Reaching the bottom of the steps, she doesn't turn around when she speaks.
"Think I'll just go home. Goodnight Roman".
Her car is parked around the corner.
[Cigney] ((Thank you everyone for the scene!))
to ENN ARGGH, Fire-Claws, Kora, Roman Turner
[ENN ARGGH] His eyes linger on the gun on the table for a moment while Kora speaks and his tongue flicks out between his lips briefly. He doesn't move to sit and after looking at the gun he immediately turns his gaze on his pack-mate. He's looking at him when he speaks.
"I heard only the Fianna kin's side of the story. I'm guessing things do not match up with what she said?"
[Fire-Claws] His eye look up to his alpha as Night's Reprieve enters the den of their Jarl. He does not speak up when the pair of alphas start to speak. Only padding to the side of his alpha, sitting beside the Godi as he speaks.
[Roman Turner] He decided he would leave Fenrir stuff to Fenrir, so he took up a seat on the steps and watched Cigney disappear around the corner. Women confused the hell out of him. Take that Sune for instance, going on about confiding in a girl. He still hadn't figured out what he was suppose to confide, but maybe Kora or Sparrow would have a different take on that subject? He'd sure as heck ask them both.
[Kora] "Tell him," Kora remarks to Fire Claws, her voice a rich low alto, clear and direct. Her hair is still unraveling, like a slow avalanche, from its knot, and loosens - just faintly - around her shoulders. She is dressed as she always is, her jeans and dark t-shirt soaking up light, making her lean frame a long shadow in the darkness. " - what you told me."
The truth is, she wants to hear it again. "Add whatever else you remember. How you met. When she pulled the weapon."
[Fire-Claws] He looked at Kora for a moment, then looked up at his alpha. His tongue licking at his nose a little as the smells of the stone and dust and pizza and what not hitting him within this form. But he coulnd't seem to manage his words in the monkey skin. It was all just too confusing.
[ws]
"I spoke with Firehair and Wahya kin. Came out of spirit world after wyrm hunt. Saw them. Spoke. Firehiar mocked me. I confronted her. She challenged me. I grabbed her wrist off me. She pulled weaver weapon. I took it from her. Wahya kin helped told her to submit. I took weaver weapons."
[ENN ARGGH] NR's brows furrow and he frowns down at his pack-mate. Slowly his body begins to shift, he lets out a little snarl from his lips as he travels through the forms, bones clinking and joints popping in and out in and out until he pads down in his lupus form. Thick grey fur, long and sleek without traces of discolouration. Perhaps its respect for his pack-mate that he does this, perhaps its just to communicate better. His tail wags, his tongue lols and he sniffs fire-claws and bares his teeth in a low growl before licking at his own nose.
"Confronted, what sounds did she make, what was the challenge."
[Fire-Claws] He is not the same thick grey fur as his alpha. His is matted with red and white. He does not share in the purity that his alpha's cousin has. He is not the traditional looking get that one would recall from great tales.
[ws]
"She locked eyes. Taunted me. Called me a dog sorta. Pushed me. No one pulls a gun on me. Ever."
[Kora] They both shift. Sorrow, for her part, remains seated on the table, although she tucks up one of her legs underneath her body, then the other, until she's sitting indian-style on the tabletop, which sways, just a bit, with the shifting of her weight.
Her attention is sure, clear, rapt, obvious from the cant of her head as her hair gives way to gravity at last, the knot falling apart, the pale strands curling tangle across her back, swinging down to curtain her features as she watches, listens, and waits.
[Roman Turner] (I am off to bed. Thanks!)
[Fire-Claws] (Night Blu)
[ENN ARGGH] "You did nothing to provoke her? The truth Fire-Claws. I do not call for Marred Valor in respect for you as a brother. Do not test my patience."
He whuffs, snarls.
[Fire-Claws] [ws]
"Nothing."
[Fire-Claws] Continued..
[ws]
"I could have killed her. I held back. Holding her wrist. Instead of ripping her open."
[ENN ARGGH] He watches his pack-mate a moment longer before the popping and disjointing of limbs rises up in their ears once more until he's standing again as a man.
"I see no fault, she drew a weapon on you. She could have died, she is foolish. Though I am still unclear as to what exactly she thought she was doing."
[Kora] Kora's dark eyes flicker to Night's Reprieve as he begins to shift, then glide back to Fire Claws. She's still, her generous outh pressed together, adding nothing to the former's questioning of his packmate, saying nothing until they are both finished.
"You did the honorable thing, Fire Claws. It is not your right to kill her, or tear her open, particularly when her threat to you was small, and so easily ended. Are you," here a glance to Night's Reprieve, " - going to find Tongue-Twister and tell her what happened, so that she may discipline her kinswoman?" A pause, quiet. " - or shall I?"
[ENN ARGGH] His eyes flick to the Jarl and he ponders her question a moment before replying.
"I do not know of this Tongue-Twister, has she been seen lately at the sept? If she cannot be found perhaps someone who knows the kin could speak to her. I do not think she will take it very well being told what to do by us."
[Fire-Claws] His packmate and alpha shifted back to the natural form, watching for a sign that he should do the same. It seemed only polite as the questioning ended. He slowly stretched and shifted, muscles expanding as fur gave way to flesh. His worn dedicated clothes, which have yet to see a break since coming to the city, once again on his body.
And he stands there, silent as his alpha speaks.
[Kora] "Tongue-Twister," Kora tells them, " - and her pack claim territory in Bronzeville. She follows a Shadow Lord under Fox. If she is unwilling to discipline her kinfolk, then I will do it for her, but we will not intrude on her territory until and unless we know that she is unwilling to handle her own kinfolk.
"I will leave a message for her at the Caern. Fire Claws, I expect you to be there to tell her how the kinswoman challenged you and belittled you in your own words, so that she understands the nature of her kinswoman's offense, and how lucky she is that you showed restraint as you did."
[ENN ARGGH] "I would like to add Fire-Claws that I don't want to see or hear about you being near that Fianna kin, for yours and her own good. Are we clear?"
[Fire-Claws] He nodded in return when Kora spoke about meeting with this one called Tongue-Twister. He would speak with her and inform her of the ill deeds of her kin. And should that not be enough. Well it was not his problem.
He turns his body to his alpha when he speaks and nods.
"Unda'stood."
[Kora] (Okay, guys. I am going to log out since BED SLEEP I TIRED - but Rory was at the moot, and if you guys want to grab Lessa for a scene when I'm not around, please feel free, particularly as I'm doing a fair bit of STing this week. :) )
[Fire-Claws] (Thanks for the play. I think I need to crash soon as well)
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