[Lost - the meat of the scene, really. Cigney told Kora about her encounter with Paul, and Kora counseled her in response.]
[Luana Kirchmann] [*grins* Sorry! You're thinking Luna Ve-askdajds something or other. She's vanished from the Kinfolk list.]
[Roman Turner] (( I thought it was Luna, but then thought maybe I just spelled it wrong before LOL! Sorry! Strike all Roman said.))
So he responded to Kora about Luana.
"Nope."
[Cigney] Cigney breathes slightly in relief, smiling warmly at Kora. Thankful that she understood, and that she wouldn't make her resture the lost pictures.
"Thank you Kora".
It's quiet but very appreciative. Relief is a good for it. She then pushes her beer off to the side, having absolutely no taste for it whatsoever. She does eye the sauerkraut ball though for just a moment. She then blinks over at Luana as Roman speaks of her. Half wondering, she looks to Kora.
"I will consider this. It sounds like whatever the bank is doing, its not very good. I want to help the sept. Do you think I should? Help with these photo's?"
Her questions are posed like a little sister to a big sister for advice.
[Roman Turner] "I don't recall Paul saying this bank thing of his was to help this Sept."
He mumbled in the middle of stuffing his mouth with another fry.
[Roman Turner] "He mentioned a Sept called Sept of the King Cotton or something. But like I said to him and you earlier Cigney, if I were him, I wouldn't admit a Kin got the better of a New Moon like that."
[Cigney] "Sure he did, he quite clearly mentioned this bank thing was for the good of the sept. You know, wyrm tained money and all. He's gonna work it so far and turn it over to someone else...some other name I can't remember.
Cigney watches Roman stuff his face, then back to Kora
"He's obviouly casing the joint. The two females...let's see, one is a mulatto by the name of Candice Burke. An the other had dark hair and red lips. I think her name starte with a T...but Paul said he was some sort of legal person for the bank."
[Cigney] "Oh...maybe he did mean that sept...huh".
She nods at that, figuring she could have been wrong with her interpetation of what Paul had said. After all, his hackles were kind of raised at the time, so she had oher worries on her mind.
"Is it really supposed to be that difficult? I mean, it was pretty easy..."
Cigney chuckles a little and nudges Roman's shoulder before looking at Kora, visibly brighter now than she'd been for most of her day.
[Roman Turner] "I'm telling ya, he mentioned the King Cotton Sept. And it don't matter, he seemed pleased as punch when he was told to bring this stuff up with Kora if it concerned ya. So to my way of thinking, the entire thing was a reason to come speak to Kora. And if it is that easy to do, then he can do it himself, can't he?"
He looked at Cigney with a raised brow.
"I mean, ya did just say ya didn't want to work with him, didn't ya?"
[Luana Kirchmann] She can't really make out what they're talking about over there, and leaves eavesdropping to anyone that's sitting closer. From the waitress she orders herself a drink from the bar, a whiskey, and a bowl of wedges with some guacamole and sour cream, or whatever other trimmings it comes with. As she waited, she drummed her fingertips on the table. The nails are painted a pale, pastel blue.
[Kora] "She came down from upstairs. She'll be kin or garou most like. No breeding, though." This is all spoken quietly, Kora glances from the limp fry in Roman's hand to the stranger, smiling at him, "You could go find out who she is, yeah? Doesn't seem like she'd mind."
When Cigney eyes the sauerkraut balls, Kora nudges the basket toward her. "These things are brilliant. They sound so wrong. They taste so good. The hot fudge cake here is pretty killer, too." There's this flash of a look, then. "I know, I know, it's not organic wheat germ with added spelt, or whatever, but you can spend an extra hour running tomorrow, yeah?"
Then, Cigney poses her questions, and Kora's brows draw together, this neat little line appearing between them. She's older than Cigney and Roman both - nearly twenty-five, for all that she remains a cliath, late change, that - and rather deliberate. That deliberate pacing returns, she looks between them at their exchange, her fine brow furrowing.
Finally, to Cigney, "I'm not sure I would trust his word. Paul left August in the - rather dubious - care of a Shadow Lord who imprisoned and - worked to destroy the independence of - another kinswomannot of his tribe. He disappeared and made no other provision for her, or her child. So: we need confirmation beyond his word that he wasn't just trying to rob a bank for his own reason. I'd like to know more about your skill at dissembling. About how exposed you might be to whatever is inside the place.
"If, indeed, this place is tainted, and these pictures are necessary, and he has not backed them up somewhere, and cannot simply - describe the women in question - then," a faint curve of her smile, "yes, I think you should. As I said, though. You'll work with Roman, if there is work to be done. Is that clear?"
[Roman Turner] He wasn't so sure he wanted anything to do with bank jobs after hearing of Paul's troubles with robbing banks so recently. Still Kora mentioned the girl at the bar and he did need to go see a man about a horse. So he rose, taking his hat from the seat where it had rest.
"I'll go see about that pretty girl and send her your way. Meantime, I gotta go see a man about a horse. Ladies."
He bowed, hat held against his chest. Then turned for the bar where he paused just long enough to speak to Luana.
"Ma'am, the ladies over yonder are just dying to meetcha."
He lowered his voice to a whisper.
"They think you're some movie star or something. Go on over and make their night, will ya?"
With that he winked and headed for the restrooms.
[Roman Turner] (I gotta sleep folks. Thanks!)
[Luana Kirchmann] Roman comes over to her about the same time her whiskey is set in front of her. She tilts her head as she listens to him whisper, surprised at what he had said. Before she could answer he was already walking off, and she turned to watch him go, before throwing a longer look to where Cigney and Kora are sitting.
She picks up her drink and slides out of her seat, heading towards their booth.
[Cigney] At the mention of Roman going to socialize, Cigney looks again to the kinswoman. No doubt pretty, and she decides to get up so Roman can get out of the booth. No use in holding the guy back. It was a good time to leave she figures
"Absolutely clear".
She shakes her head at the offer of food. Though very tempted, today has left her not very hungry. Despite the fact that Kora's not angry with her. Cigney had been terribly about that. She never wanted to disappoint Kora, ever.
"Guess I'll go then. By the way, Imogen and Night were talking about this "war" thing going on. Is that for the whole city, or just Grant Park".
Her gaze watches Roman go to the woman up at the bar, and the womans look at Roman as he left her. Fingertips touching her a particular place just lower than her collarbone, absently...then drops the hand and smiles again.
No matter.
[Kora] "The whole city, Cigney. More, really. We'll have to discuss the details sometime, but for now - just know that you have to avoid, at all costs, a northern suburb of Chicago called Elk Grove. It's suburban and rural, and there's a state park there, but our enemy is strong there, and you should not ever go there." Kora's eyes linger on Cigney as she shakes her head, as she lifts her gaze to follow Roman's path through the bar, watches the brief interaction tere.
"The enemy is everywhere in the city, too," this is more quietly spoken. Despite her supposition that Luana is Garou or kin, she is careful with the stranger approaching their booth. "I assume that you take all ordinary precautions. Let's talk a bit more about self-defense another evening, I think. You've had enough worry over this, if I don't miss the mark.
"I'm glad you came to me, though. It speaks well of you."
Then, Luana approaches, her whiskey in hand. "You're a new face. Staying upstairs, are you?"
[Cigney] Cigney nods, her gaze full of fondness for Kora.
"Okay...goodnight, and take care".
She nods to Luana, but doesn't make any introduction as she's leaving. Her mind at rest now that the matter had been discussed, and she needn't worry about Paul anymore tonight. The door opens and then closes behind her as she retreats to her car across the street.
[Cigney] ((Sleep! Thanks for the scene!))
[Luana Kirchmann] Stepping aside, she watches Cigney leave, giving the other woman a small nod of her head. Her gaze, somewhere between gray and olive green, depending largely on what she's wearing or the surrounds, shift from the leaving Kinfolk to the Garou sitting at the table.
"The young man told me you wanted to meet me, the both of you," her voice is accented but she speaks around it carefully. Her English is long learned. "But I see that it may have been a little fib."
Before she answers Kora's question she takes a sip from her straight whiskey, the ice in it clinking against the edge of the glass as she lowers it back to waist height. "No, I'm not. But I had come to speak to someone that wasn't there."
She doesn't sit or make herself comfortable, but stands at the edge of the table, more towards the vacated side of the booth. "Do you stay here?"
[Kora] "Is that what he told you?" Kora replies, her dark eyes darting toward the wooden doors as they close again behind Cigney. Her attention lingers there, brief, then skims back to Luana. The table is littered with debris of the half-meal. Cigney's half-finished bottle of Coor's Light - almost an effront to order mass-produced American beer in a place where they brew their own, but what did wheat-grass girl know? - and another pair of steins, one empty, the other three-quarters full. There's a glass of iced tea, and a slowly congealing plate of french fries and cheese and chili, with a rather fresher basket of sauerkraut balls of which Kora is presently partaking.
"Well," she continues, splitting one of the balls open with her thumb, eating it with a certain savour. "I like to know who's ours, and who belongs elsewhere. I don't stay there, though. Can't get over the dorm setting. It seems like a bad movie in the making, yeah? Some B-Movie. Mind if I ask who you were there to see?"
[Luana Kirchmann] "He did," she confirms without elaborating.
Her gaze rakes over the items on the table, taking them in quickly before she looks back up to the woman talking to her. Smiling faintly, there's a quiet sound in the back of her throat at the mention of the place being like a bad movie in the making. Luana had thought something similar when she first came along, though not as creative.
"Lukas."
Taking in a breath, she eases into the seat, sitting on the edge of it rather then making herself comfortable. "Do you know him?"
[Kora] "I do." Kora confirms, quietly, watching as the stranger finally eases into the seat opposite, perching at the edge. "You and he, you're related, then?" Her generous smile rises, and then thins with a sort of withheld amusemet. "Distant cousins? Or is there some other connection?"
Luana aleady has a whiskey in hand, so Kora does not offer her another drink. Instead, she pops half of her sauerkraut ball into her mouth, then nudges the basket toward Luna by way of invitation. When she has swallowed the deep-fried appetizer, she takes a drink of her tea to clear her mouth, then, "Sauerkraut balls. They're brilliant. You're welcome to try them. Specialty of the house."
[Luana Kirchmann] Her mouth quirks again, a gesture that comes easily to her, it seems. "I suppose you could say we are, though I'm far more handsome, don't you think?" It's a quip from a conversation that Kora hadn't been part of, which doesn't seem to stop the Kinfolk from remarking on it anyway, or finding amusement in the little taunt.
She's drinking from her glass again, taking a sip from it as she's offered to eat one of the sauerkraut balls. Luana doesn't need to be asked twice. "Thank you." Despite having wedges in the making, she reaches out and picks one of the smaller balls out of the mix and carefully bites some of it off, expecting it to be hot enough to burn her lip. For someone so small she has a decent appetite.
[Kora] "For my part," Kora returns, a lingering bit of humor in her voice, "I try not to look at him like that. S'a bit incestuous, if you take my meaning. So I'll plead the fifth if asked again, I think." It lingers in the shape of her mouth, this neat, perfect little half-curve. Though it is summer's end, Kora is both blonde-headed and pale-skinned enough that she appears to spend very little time in the sun. The hint of a tan on her forearms is belied by the pallor of her inner wrists as she incises her thumb into another ball, opening it in half, then dipping it into the horseradish sauce.
"What's your name, then?"
[Luana Kirchmann] She chuckles openly and nods, catching the drift just fine. It answers the questions she had, unspoken. Being that this is a Kinfolk and Garou place, she figured that this woman and the others would have to be something of the same. It's common for Luana to be asked questions, given that she has a lack of breeding, unlike plenty of the others running around in town.
It's not until she's swallowed her mouthful and is contemplating her next bite that she answers: "Luana Kirchmann." A smile is offered with it, small, but obvious. There's a slight expectant look given to the other woman, lifted from where she watched the horseradish cling to the others food. "Yours, and the others?"
[Kora] There's an answering half-smile, the faintest huff of breath in response to Luana's answering chuckle. The way they speak around the things they are. The way they substitute human ideas and human relationships and human doctrines as stand-ins for their own, entirely inhuman.
"Kora," she supplies, low-voiced, with a direct look, tracing out the lines of the stranger's features. "I run with Roman. The girl's my kin, Cigney. I'd offer to carry a message to Lukas but I expect that you will see him sooner than I. I'll wish you luck instead, tracking him down."
[Luana Kirchmann] [*grins* Sorry! You're thinking Luna Ve-askdajds something or other. She's vanished from the Kinfolk list.]
[Roman Turner] (( I thought it was Luna, but then thought maybe I just spelled it wrong before LOL! Sorry! Strike all Roman said.))
So he responded to Kora about Luana.
"Nope."
[Cigney] Cigney breathes slightly in relief, smiling warmly at Kora. Thankful that she understood, and that she wouldn't make her resture the lost pictures.
"Thank you Kora".
It's quiet but very appreciative. Relief is a good for it. She then pushes her beer off to the side, having absolutely no taste for it whatsoever. She does eye the sauerkraut ball though for just a moment. She then blinks over at Luana as Roman speaks of her. Half wondering, she looks to Kora.
"I will consider this. It sounds like whatever the bank is doing, its not very good. I want to help the sept. Do you think I should? Help with these photo's?"
Her questions are posed like a little sister to a big sister for advice.
[Roman Turner] "I don't recall Paul saying this bank thing of his was to help this Sept."
He mumbled in the middle of stuffing his mouth with another fry.
[Roman Turner] "He mentioned a Sept called Sept of the King Cotton or something. But like I said to him and you earlier Cigney, if I were him, I wouldn't admit a Kin got the better of a New Moon like that."
[Cigney] "Sure he did, he quite clearly mentioned this bank thing was for the good of the sept. You know, wyrm tained money and all. He's gonna work it so far and turn it over to someone else...some other name I can't remember.
Cigney watches Roman stuff his face, then back to Kora
"He's obviouly casing the joint. The two females...let's see, one is a mulatto by the name of Candice Burke. An the other had dark hair and red lips. I think her name starte with a T...but Paul said he was some sort of legal person for the bank."
[Cigney] "Oh...maybe he did mean that sept...huh".
She nods at that, figuring she could have been wrong with her interpetation of what Paul had said. After all, his hackles were kind of raised at the time, so she had oher worries on her mind.
"Is it really supposed to be that difficult? I mean, it was pretty easy..."
Cigney chuckles a little and nudges Roman's shoulder before looking at Kora, visibly brighter now than she'd been for most of her day.
[Roman Turner] "I'm telling ya, he mentioned the King Cotton Sept. And it don't matter, he seemed pleased as punch when he was told to bring this stuff up with Kora if it concerned ya. So to my way of thinking, the entire thing was a reason to come speak to Kora. And if it is that easy to do, then he can do it himself, can't he?"
He looked at Cigney with a raised brow.
"I mean, ya did just say ya didn't want to work with him, didn't ya?"
[Luana Kirchmann] She can't really make out what they're talking about over there, and leaves eavesdropping to anyone that's sitting closer. From the waitress she orders herself a drink from the bar, a whiskey, and a bowl of wedges with some guacamole and sour cream, or whatever other trimmings it comes with. As she waited, she drummed her fingertips on the table. The nails are painted a pale, pastel blue.
[Kora] "She came down from upstairs. She'll be kin or garou most like. No breeding, though." This is all spoken quietly, Kora glances from the limp fry in Roman's hand to the stranger, smiling at him, "You could go find out who she is, yeah? Doesn't seem like she'd mind."
When Cigney eyes the sauerkraut balls, Kora nudges the basket toward her. "These things are brilliant. They sound so wrong. They taste so good. The hot fudge cake here is pretty killer, too." There's this flash of a look, then. "I know, I know, it's not organic wheat germ with added spelt, or whatever, but you can spend an extra hour running tomorrow, yeah?"
Then, Cigney poses her questions, and Kora's brows draw together, this neat little line appearing between them. She's older than Cigney and Roman both - nearly twenty-five, for all that she remains a cliath, late change, that - and rather deliberate. That deliberate pacing returns, she looks between them at their exchange, her fine brow furrowing.
Finally, to Cigney, "I'm not sure I would trust his word. Paul left August in the - rather dubious - care of a Shadow Lord who imprisoned and - worked to destroy the independence of - another kinswomannot of his tribe. He disappeared and made no other provision for her, or her child. So: we need confirmation beyond his word that he wasn't just trying to rob a bank for his own reason. I'd like to know more about your skill at dissembling. About how exposed you might be to whatever is inside the place.
"If, indeed, this place is tainted, and these pictures are necessary, and he has not backed them up somewhere, and cannot simply - describe the women in question - then," a faint curve of her smile, "yes, I think you should. As I said, though. You'll work with Roman, if there is work to be done. Is that clear?"
[Roman Turner] He wasn't so sure he wanted anything to do with bank jobs after hearing of Paul's troubles with robbing banks so recently. Still Kora mentioned the girl at the bar and he did need to go see a man about a horse. So he rose, taking his hat from the seat where it had rest.
"I'll go see about that pretty girl and send her your way. Meantime, I gotta go see a man about a horse. Ladies."
He bowed, hat held against his chest. Then turned for the bar where he paused just long enough to speak to Luana.
"Ma'am, the ladies over yonder are just dying to meetcha."
He lowered his voice to a whisper.
"They think you're some movie star or something. Go on over and make their night, will ya?"
With that he winked and headed for the restrooms.
[Roman Turner] (I gotta sleep folks. Thanks!)
[Luana Kirchmann] Roman comes over to her about the same time her whiskey is set in front of her. She tilts her head as she listens to him whisper, surprised at what he had said. Before she could answer he was already walking off, and she turned to watch him go, before throwing a longer look to where Cigney and Kora are sitting.
She picks up her drink and slides out of her seat, heading towards their booth.
[Cigney] At the mention of Roman going to socialize, Cigney looks again to the kinswoman. No doubt pretty, and she decides to get up so Roman can get out of the booth. No use in holding the guy back. It was a good time to leave she figures
"Absolutely clear".
She shakes her head at the offer of food. Though very tempted, today has left her not very hungry. Despite the fact that Kora's not angry with her. Cigney had been terribly about that. She never wanted to disappoint Kora, ever.
"Guess I'll go then. By the way, Imogen and Night were talking about this "war" thing going on. Is that for the whole city, or just Grant Park".
Her gaze watches Roman go to the woman up at the bar, and the womans look at Roman as he left her. Fingertips touching her a particular place just lower than her collarbone, absently...then drops the hand and smiles again.
No matter.
[Kora] "The whole city, Cigney. More, really. We'll have to discuss the details sometime, but for now - just know that you have to avoid, at all costs, a northern suburb of Chicago called Elk Grove. It's suburban and rural, and there's a state park there, but our enemy is strong there, and you should not ever go there." Kora's eyes linger on Cigney as she shakes her head, as she lifts her gaze to follow Roman's path through the bar, watches the brief interaction tere.
"The enemy is everywhere in the city, too," this is more quietly spoken. Despite her supposition that Luana is Garou or kin, she is careful with the stranger approaching their booth. "I assume that you take all ordinary precautions. Let's talk a bit more about self-defense another evening, I think. You've had enough worry over this, if I don't miss the mark.
"I'm glad you came to me, though. It speaks well of you."
Then, Luana approaches, her whiskey in hand. "You're a new face. Staying upstairs, are you?"
[Cigney] Cigney nods, her gaze full of fondness for Kora.
"Okay...goodnight, and take care".
She nods to Luana, but doesn't make any introduction as she's leaving. Her mind at rest now that the matter had been discussed, and she needn't worry about Paul anymore tonight. The door opens and then closes behind her as she retreats to her car across the street.
[Cigney] ((Sleep! Thanks for the scene!))
[Luana Kirchmann] Stepping aside, she watches Cigney leave, giving the other woman a small nod of her head. Her gaze, somewhere between gray and olive green, depending largely on what she's wearing or the surrounds, shift from the leaving Kinfolk to the Garou sitting at the table.
"The young man told me you wanted to meet me, the both of you," her voice is accented but she speaks around it carefully. Her English is long learned. "But I see that it may have been a little fib."
Before she answers Kora's question she takes a sip from her straight whiskey, the ice in it clinking against the edge of the glass as she lowers it back to waist height. "No, I'm not. But I had come to speak to someone that wasn't there."
She doesn't sit or make herself comfortable, but stands at the edge of the table, more towards the vacated side of the booth. "Do you stay here?"
[Kora] "Is that what he told you?" Kora replies, her dark eyes darting toward the wooden doors as they close again behind Cigney. Her attention lingers there, brief, then skims back to Luana. The table is littered with debris of the half-meal. Cigney's half-finished bottle of Coor's Light - almost an effront to order mass-produced American beer in a place where they brew their own, but what did wheat-grass girl know? - and another pair of steins, one empty, the other three-quarters full. There's a glass of iced tea, and a slowly congealing plate of french fries and cheese and chili, with a rather fresher basket of sauerkraut balls of which Kora is presently partaking.
"Well," she continues, splitting one of the balls open with her thumb, eating it with a certain savour. "I like to know who's ours, and who belongs elsewhere. I don't stay there, though. Can't get over the dorm setting. It seems like a bad movie in the making, yeah? Some B-Movie. Mind if I ask who you were there to see?"
[Luana Kirchmann] "He did," she confirms without elaborating.
Her gaze rakes over the items on the table, taking them in quickly before she looks back up to the woman talking to her. Smiling faintly, there's a quiet sound in the back of her throat at the mention of the place being like a bad movie in the making. Luana had thought something similar when she first came along, though not as creative.
"Lukas."
Taking in a breath, she eases into the seat, sitting on the edge of it rather then making herself comfortable. "Do you know him?"
[Kora] "I do." Kora confirms, quietly, watching as the stranger finally eases into the seat opposite, perching at the edge. "You and he, you're related, then?" Her generous smile rises, and then thins with a sort of withheld amusemet. "Distant cousins? Or is there some other connection?"
Luana aleady has a whiskey in hand, so Kora does not offer her another drink. Instead, she pops half of her sauerkraut ball into her mouth, then nudges the basket toward Luna by way of invitation. When she has swallowed the deep-fried appetizer, she takes a drink of her tea to clear her mouth, then, "Sauerkraut balls. They're brilliant. You're welcome to try them. Specialty of the house."
[Luana Kirchmann] Her mouth quirks again, a gesture that comes easily to her, it seems. "I suppose you could say we are, though I'm far more handsome, don't you think?" It's a quip from a conversation that Kora hadn't been part of, which doesn't seem to stop the Kinfolk from remarking on it anyway, or finding amusement in the little taunt.
She's drinking from her glass again, taking a sip from it as she's offered to eat one of the sauerkraut balls. Luana doesn't need to be asked twice. "Thank you." Despite having wedges in the making, she reaches out and picks one of the smaller balls out of the mix and carefully bites some of it off, expecting it to be hot enough to burn her lip. For someone so small she has a decent appetite.
[Kora] "For my part," Kora returns, a lingering bit of humor in her voice, "I try not to look at him like that. S'a bit incestuous, if you take my meaning. So I'll plead the fifth if asked again, I think." It lingers in the shape of her mouth, this neat, perfect little half-curve. Though it is summer's end, Kora is both blonde-headed and pale-skinned enough that she appears to spend very little time in the sun. The hint of a tan on her forearms is belied by the pallor of her inner wrists as she incises her thumb into another ball, opening it in half, then dipping it into the horseradish sauce.
"What's your name, then?"
[Luana Kirchmann] She chuckles openly and nods, catching the drift just fine. It answers the questions she had, unspoken. Being that this is a Kinfolk and Garou place, she figured that this woman and the others would have to be something of the same. It's common for Luana to be asked questions, given that she has a lack of breeding, unlike plenty of the others running around in town.
It's not until she's swallowed her mouthful and is contemplating her next bite that she answers: "Luana Kirchmann." A smile is offered with it, small, but obvious. There's a slight expectant look given to the other woman, lifted from where she watched the horseradish cling to the others food. "Yours, and the others?"
[Kora] There's an answering half-smile, the faintest huff of breath in response to Luana's answering chuckle. The way they speak around the things they are. The way they substitute human ideas and human relationships and human doctrines as stand-ins for their own, entirely inhuman.
"Kora," she supplies, low-voiced, with a direct look, tracing out the lines of the stranger's features. "I run with Roman. The girl's my kin, Cigney. I'd offer to carry a message to Lukas but I expect that you will see him sooner than I. I'll wish you luck instead, tracking him down."
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