[Janis] She doesn't jump out of her skin at the sounds of the voice drifting through the shadows to question her identity. She expects it, her senses reel from the smell of the rain clinging to her hair, the scent of the Fianna that addresses her and the faint tickle of breeding that marks him for a Son of Stag.
The ghostly outline of a tiny grin paints across her mouth, pivoting her body to speak to Patrick, her hand dropping away to find a place to hide in the pockets of her pants. There's a faint hiss of a brogue born to accentuate her words, "Janis Ian, I 'ave come to make a proper presentation of myself to the Jarl. May I proceed, Son of Stag?"
[Imogen] So -
She does not need more prompting - truthfully, she did not need that much, but it was appropriate. Polite. Leading the conversation back.
"I have been thinking that it might be worth taking a greater effort to study the Wyrm," she says. It's one of the rare times she uses the word, rather than cursed, or something similar. Truthfully, she rarely speaks of it at all, considering it something that is fought and not discussed. "In particular at the moment. The body we found at th'warehouse has similar characteristics to a body tha' Detective Montoya identified. I imagine there are others.
"Clearly, this is something I cannot do at a human lab," she continues, her voice even, her words unhurried, unpractised but sure, "but I did wonder about the space tha' I used fer the review o' the corpse earlier. So," a brief gesture of one hand, the palm up, her mouth twisting, "I thought I might get yer opinion.
[Patrick] Broad-shouldered beneath his own layers of clothing, dark hoodie; worn in leather jacket; scruffed jeans and workman's boots, a hood half drawn back so that he might glimpse her face cleaner in the little light given off by the Church they stand before. Rain becomes visible as it falls through it, and begins to dot the Welshman's collar; flatten blond hair revealed as he nears Janis.
Studying her without comment; without a smile to meet the tiny one on her face.
Tonight was not one of the ones Patrick did so easily, not without some kind of substance to ease him into it. Of recent nights, it was becoming harder to taper down the energy that simmered around him; that gave his motions a curiously vicious suggestion. He pushed his hood right back with one such, and stepped up onto the stoop. Janis Ian, she says with a hint of some accent, the Fiann catches it, no doubt. No Galliard worth their salt would miss an inflection in another's voice.
"She's with someone right now," the blue-eyed stranger replies, scratching at his jaw. "You can come in and wait, though."
He reaches past her, and tugs open the great door, gesturing for her to precede him. "You want a beer or something?"
--
New Fenrir, Janis Ian. Wants to do that whole introduction shtick. I'll get her a drink or something.
[Kora] There's a moment part-way through Imogen's statement when Kora's gaze sharpens on the kinswoman's face. She sits straighter, somehow, pulls herself up through the spine and lifts her chin, her dark eyes still fixed on Imogen throughout the movement.
"A lab - " there's a faint, narrow pause here. Her pale brows are drawn together. " - like," and then another pause, a twist of her mouth that lightens her expression " - Doctor Frankenstein, yeah?"
Her own hot chocolate is forgotten now, hands unlacing neatly from the warm stoneware. "We've got plenty of room," she continues, musingly - " - but we'd need to do something to get you the electricity you'd need. And if something was too - tainted," a narrow expression, that supple distaste, " - we could put it down, cleanse it."
She goes silent again, a brief touch of distance. Invite her back. I have cup o soup.
"I think it's workable, Doc. Long as you don't plan to go mad scientist on me."
[Imogen] We need something to get you the electricity you need, "And water," she says, on the edges of it. It is clear this is not a sudden decision but one already carefully considered.
"S'more important than electricity. I can get generators, UPS, somethin', if we can't get the hardware, but I need water t'be able to wash and wash off."
Kora continues - brings up taint, "S'one of the reasons I mention it. I imagine this will be rather like my body disposal only fair more -" a beat. "Messy. I imagine it will impact th'area." To say nothing of the kinswoman herself, who already requires regular rites of cleansing for what she does in the War.
Kora finishes that she thinks it's workable so long as Imogen does not go mad scientist on her. The slight, red-haired woman smirks. "If I start puttin' a lightnin' rod on the roof, you'll know it's time to stop me, fair?"
[Janis] She waits patiently, tilting her head to the side to look Patrick over, taking in his expression and his appearance. She sways back and forth on her feet. Dipping her head in a quick nod when he asks if she wants a beer and will wait.
"Aye, lead the way, a beer will be fine."
[Adara Mires] (hi...are you all at the church?)
to Imogen, Janis, Kora, Patrick
[Kora] Yes! :)
to Adara Mires, Imogen, Janis, Patrick
[Adara Mires] She walked inside the Church, not stepping too deep, jsut a few steps ofr now, to keep herself off the rain. She looked around, her emerald eyes taking things in. She had been invited over by Roman, but well, knowing it was his pack's place, she certainly won't barge in unannonced, especially if Roman wasn't there.
SHe pass a hand in her wet dark brown hair, letting htem fal back to the middle of her back. She was dressed in a work, faded pair of jeans, flat soled boots, a light long sleeve shirt under a warm jacket. She had her hands in her pockets, fidgetting slightly. She wondered if someone was around and how they'd react to a stranger being there.
Clearing her throat slightly, she calls out politly, her voice clear and warm "Hmm hello? Anyone here?"
She shivered slightly, she felt wet and cold, though she was used to the cold. Funny thing to say about a girl from Arizona who lived in Greece for a while. It was her stay in Seattle, and what happened there that made her used and resident to cold weather.
[Kora] "We already have water," Kora says, with a lift of her chin toward the sink. "Don't bloody ask me how. I'm sure the boys could work something out, make sure you have what you need to do the work you wanna do.
"We'll need some ground rules, I think - about what you can bring in. I don't want to insult you, since you're like to know as much about the Unmaker - on this side of the gauntlet at least - as anyone in the city, but nothing live. And if we ask you to destroy something, it'll have to be destroyed." A narrow twist of her shoulders, as she begins to rise. Touching minds with her packmate, wordlessly.
"Maybe Patrick can help you figure out if there's the right infrastructure for the power and water over there; or how we get it turned on. He's out in the church proper if you feel like being social." Her eyes hood, briefly, with that distant look. "New Fenrir, too."
Adara will find a collection of couches and pews, easy-chairs, the sort abandoned in a thrift store thanks to unfortunate plait upholstery or a cigarette burn. Empty pizza boxes line one of makeshift tables there.
Patrick and Janis are just inside the church proper, and soon enough a tall, paleheaded woman emerges from a door further into the sanctuary.
She turns almost unerringly to find Adara standing there. Lifts her chin, and calls out, in a low, ringing voice - "Can I help you?"
[Patrick] Kora can no doubt sense Patrick's approach; it's a strange thing for the male, being tied to a female force is something new, something not felt since Farrah.
There's now memories attached to Prayers to Broken Stone's thoughts; impressions of a stranger's smile, the force of a long fallen Half Moon. Stillness of Questioning would be a story he'd tell his new Alpha one night, perhaps before a fire, or with palms clasped around hot chocolate. Patrick, walking past rows of pews with Janis at his back is shaking water from his collar, and scuffing a hand back through his hair.
It's trimmed to short to do much but endure his rough-housing of it, remaining in disarray as he turns to add: "Apparently we have cups of soup, too." He half turns, gesturing ahead at the fair-haired female at an inner door. "That's who you're after, Kora. She's your Jarl." The way he says the word suggests its something he knows only by lieu of hearing those around him use it.
He speaks it like, well, a foreigner.
[Janis] Janis followed Patrick into the church, her head tilting back to allow her eyes to run the length of the church, taking it all in with a couple sweeps of her eyes. She stops when he does, lowering her gaze as it falls on Kora, dipping her chin down in a nod of appreciation to the Fianna.
"Thank ye." She says to him, folding her arms behind her back as red hair hung limply down her shoulders to stick to the sides of her face. She moves off to approach Kora and meet the Jarl half-way, only pausing in surprised as she gets a good look at her and raises an eyebrow.
[Adara Mires] She smiled at the decor, it wasn't the most classy place she has seen but it had some charm. She wonder if she would have liked crashing here. Probably. Might still happen, after all, she was stuck with a guy in her room at the BroHo. So this was more of a social visit, maybe get to know those hanging here, the members of Roman's pack. If she decide to stay over a few nights, well they'll at least know who she is.
Her eyes stop on the woman and the corners of her mouth curl slightly upward in a amile "Hi, Roman invited me over yesterday, and I thoguht I would stop by, see if he's around...or jsut check the place out if I ever need to spend the night." She tilt her head "That is, if it's not a problem?"
[Imogen] Imogen's mouth twists slightly. "No," she says wryly, indicating merely by tone that this was obviously a foregone conclusion, "Nothing live.
"T'be honest," she says, "I'm not likely t'bring in much by way o' corpses, unless it's warranted. And if it is warranted, I imagine you'll know, as a corpse fer study would ha' more - immediate concerns than the long term goals I'm suggestin' fer study. It will be more samples and th'like. S'also important that I ha' somewhere to keep notes o' some sort to track what I see, rather than having it at my apartment."
A beat, "Encrypted, of course." She is offered the moment to be 'social' with Patrick, or more accurately, ask him some questions. "Perhaps another time," the kinswoman smirks, tightly. "I should get back."
She too gets to her feet, much as Kora does, picking up her barely touched hot chocolate to dump it down the sink, rinse out her mug. It is set upside down by the edge of the sink to dry.
A few moments after Kora, Imogen steps out, a small red-haired woman dressed in business slacks and an open coat. She moves toward the door without pleasantry, apparently seeing it unnecessary as Kora picks up her duties and Patrick likely does the same with Adara, pinch hitting while his packmate deals with her tribesmate.
[Patrick] As if he'd let her get away without at least following her progress with his eyes; calling idly. "I do enjoy our chats, Imogen. Let's do this again some time." If she turns back, she'll find him watching her, amusement banked in his gaze -- if she does not, well -- she does not see anything at all and either way, Patrick does turn back toward the others.
Moving forward to stand beside the pregnant Galliard.
[Kora] "Hey," a quiet greeting to Janis, forestalled briefly with a glance to Patrick as he approaches, leading Janis through the sanctuary, toward the opened door. "Doc has some plans for the building next door. I told her she could talk to you about structural issues. That you could see if we could get water turned on, a few other things she needs. You mind?"
Long enough - direct and clear - her dark eyes linger on Patrick. Then she cuts a look back to Janis. The pale-haired woman in the distance from Adara, closer to Janis - is tall, dressed in layers for warmth in the drafty old stone church - dark jeans tucked into Doc Marten's, a thermal and t-shirt beneath an unzipped hoodie, her hair twisted behind her neck, uncoiling over a shoulder. She's pregnant. Very late in the second trimester, early in the third - obviously showing.
Patrick's comment to Imogen earns him a brief, sweeping upward look. A twist of her mouth. "One second, Janis." A lift upward of her chin toward Adara. "Roman lives here, are you kin?"
(OOC: does Adara have pure breed?)
[Adara Mires] (no PB at all)
[Imogen] She does not quite turn, but absently lifts a hand over her shoulder in an indifferent wave in Patrick's direction, though she does not quite deign to fire back a retort.
The door closes behind her and she is gone.
(thanks for the RP everyone!)
[Janis] "Nay a problem, Jarl."
Kora is likely taller than the redhead, she stands eight inches over five feet, maybe an inch or two taller in the boots she wears. She dips her head in a nod to the Jarl when she's asked to wait. Her eyes begin to roam the length of the room they stood in, slowly rolling her head from side to side.
She pulls her hands free from her pockets, sliding them up to comb through the damp hair to gather it up at the nape of her neck, twisting it into a thick knot that may not stay put for very long. Her clothes were dark: leather blazer zipped up to her throat over a pair of Dickies pants.
[Adara Mires] She blinked and chuckled at Kora's question "Me, kin? No not really."She smiled warmly "My name is Adara MIres, of the Black Fury, Cliath, Gallaird" She grin slightly as she offer almsot the same introduction she did yesterday when Imogen asked for a proper one. She jsut opted to take away the if you have more questions comment she had added then.
She offered a nod to Imogen as she pass her by "Evening Doctor". She brought back her attention to Kora and the others "I didn't want to bother you if you have things to discuss. Roman told me I could crash here if needed. I don't right now, just thought I would come by, maybe met new folks. If you're busy or want me out of here, it's fine too"
Her tone was respectful, polite. It was their place, she was an intruder after all, who ddn't really needed to be there.
[Patrick] The fellow Galliard adopts a leaning stance against an old, worn pew when Kora addresses the request his way. He frowns, arms crossed over his broad chest and lifts his eyebrows. "Yeah, I'll do what I can." He's a silent, frowning accomplice only another moment before he pushes upright again.
Eyes flicking to Janis; Adara.
"I'll get some drinks, you okay with beer?" This to Adara, a faint bleed of humor over his mouth. "I stock it myself so you know it's decent."
[Kora] Kora looks from Janis to Adara, and back again. "Well then, introductions are in order. I'm Kora Eyjólfsdóttir, she who offers sorrow, renders bone to the Nation, Fostern Skald of the Get of Fenris, Alpha of Last Watch and Jarl of the Fenrir. Fostered at the Sept of Vindur und Ringing in Hjaltland. I bound myself to Maelstrom this winter last, and followed Kemp Truth-in-Frenzy rhya until he fell.
"This is my packmate," a lift of her chin toward Patrick. " - and our packhouse. Our territory is open to the Sept members and all Fenrir. Adara, if you need a place to stay, you're welcome here, but I will expect you to sacrifice to Maelstrom and honor the peace of my hall and the word of my pack within these walls."
Then, an expectant look toward Janis.
[Kora] (guys! I'm'a hafta sleep soon. :) )
[Adara Mires] She offer the woman a slightl bow "It's a pleasure meeting you Rhya" She say very respectfully. Ï know about the sacrifice, I'll do it tonight. I jsut haven't decided exactly what I should sacrifice, though I'll be decided when I get back to the Brotherhood."
She look at her "And thank you for your hospitality, it's very appreciated"
She turn her attention to Patrick, offering him a smile "Beer would be really good. And it's a pleasure meeeting you"Her eyes move to Janis as well, her smile widening a little "You as well"
[Janis] "Janis Ian, she who devours the sun, hunts the shadows, riding the Jörmungandr's tail or what's been changed to Rides~like~Cowboy thanks to Ragabash of the Sept of the Green. I am Rotagar and Cliath to the Nation. Sadly, Jarl, I came to Chicago to visit my brother and his wife as they dwell here in the city. I wasn't alone in my first visit here, but now I am. My pack and I, two Gnawers that I ran with from New York, hit a skirmish with the wyrm on the southside near the abandoned industrial districts by the riverfront.
"We'd heard stories of your plight, but hadn't anticipated being ambushed when we hit the city. My pack mates didn't survive, I wouldn't be here either if it weren't for the aide of one of our tribe's kinfolk."
[Kora] "I'd like to hear that story," demurs Kora to Janis. "And soon, yeah? In the meantime, if you've no place else to stay, you're welcome to find a bed in our halls. The place is huge and the territory is open to the Fenrir and members of the Sept. There's beer in the kitchen, just through that door. Food, too."
Then, her phone starts to ring, and Kora steps away, holding up a finger by way of apology to go answer it, leaving the others to interact on their own.
The ghostly outline of a tiny grin paints across her mouth, pivoting her body to speak to Patrick, her hand dropping away to find a place to hide in the pockets of her pants. There's a faint hiss of a brogue born to accentuate her words, "Janis Ian, I 'ave come to make a proper presentation of myself to the Jarl. May I proceed, Son of Stag?"
[Imogen] So -
She does not need more prompting - truthfully, she did not need that much, but it was appropriate. Polite. Leading the conversation back.
"I have been thinking that it might be worth taking a greater effort to study the Wyrm," she says. It's one of the rare times she uses the word, rather than cursed, or something similar. Truthfully, she rarely speaks of it at all, considering it something that is fought and not discussed. "In particular at the moment. The body we found at th'warehouse has similar characteristics to a body tha' Detective Montoya identified. I imagine there are others.
"Clearly, this is something I cannot do at a human lab," she continues, her voice even, her words unhurried, unpractised but sure, "but I did wonder about the space tha' I used fer the review o' the corpse earlier. So," a brief gesture of one hand, the palm up, her mouth twisting, "I thought I might get yer opinion.
[Patrick] Broad-shouldered beneath his own layers of clothing, dark hoodie; worn in leather jacket; scruffed jeans and workman's boots, a hood half drawn back so that he might glimpse her face cleaner in the little light given off by the Church they stand before. Rain becomes visible as it falls through it, and begins to dot the Welshman's collar; flatten blond hair revealed as he nears Janis.
Studying her without comment; without a smile to meet the tiny one on her face.
Tonight was not one of the ones Patrick did so easily, not without some kind of substance to ease him into it. Of recent nights, it was becoming harder to taper down the energy that simmered around him; that gave his motions a curiously vicious suggestion. He pushed his hood right back with one such, and stepped up onto the stoop. Janis Ian, she says with a hint of some accent, the Fiann catches it, no doubt. No Galliard worth their salt would miss an inflection in another's voice.
"She's with someone right now," the blue-eyed stranger replies, scratching at his jaw. "You can come in and wait, though."
He reaches past her, and tugs open the great door, gesturing for her to precede him. "You want a beer or something?"
--
New Fenrir, Janis Ian. Wants to do that whole introduction shtick. I'll get her a drink or something.
[Kora] There's a moment part-way through Imogen's statement when Kora's gaze sharpens on the kinswoman's face. She sits straighter, somehow, pulls herself up through the spine and lifts her chin, her dark eyes still fixed on Imogen throughout the movement.
"A lab - " there's a faint, narrow pause here. Her pale brows are drawn together. " - like," and then another pause, a twist of her mouth that lightens her expression " - Doctor Frankenstein, yeah?"
Her own hot chocolate is forgotten now, hands unlacing neatly from the warm stoneware. "We've got plenty of room," she continues, musingly - " - but we'd need to do something to get you the electricity you'd need. And if something was too - tainted," a narrow expression, that supple distaste, " - we could put it down, cleanse it."
She goes silent again, a brief touch of distance. Invite her back. I have cup o soup.
"I think it's workable, Doc. Long as you don't plan to go mad scientist on me."
[Imogen] We need something to get you the electricity you need, "And water," she says, on the edges of it. It is clear this is not a sudden decision but one already carefully considered.
"S'more important than electricity. I can get generators, UPS, somethin', if we can't get the hardware, but I need water t'be able to wash and wash off."
Kora continues - brings up taint, "S'one of the reasons I mention it. I imagine this will be rather like my body disposal only fair more -" a beat. "Messy. I imagine it will impact th'area." To say nothing of the kinswoman herself, who already requires regular rites of cleansing for what she does in the War.
Kora finishes that she thinks it's workable so long as Imogen does not go mad scientist on her. The slight, red-haired woman smirks. "If I start puttin' a lightnin' rod on the roof, you'll know it's time to stop me, fair?"
[Janis] She waits patiently, tilting her head to the side to look Patrick over, taking in his expression and his appearance. She sways back and forth on her feet. Dipping her head in a quick nod when he asks if she wants a beer and will wait.
"Aye, lead the way, a beer will be fine."
[Adara Mires] (hi...are you all at the church?)
to Imogen, Janis, Kora, Patrick
[Kora] Yes! :)
to Adara Mires, Imogen, Janis, Patrick
[Adara Mires] She walked inside the Church, not stepping too deep, jsut a few steps ofr now, to keep herself off the rain. She looked around, her emerald eyes taking things in. She had been invited over by Roman, but well, knowing it was his pack's place, she certainly won't barge in unannonced, especially if Roman wasn't there.
SHe pass a hand in her wet dark brown hair, letting htem fal back to the middle of her back. She was dressed in a work, faded pair of jeans, flat soled boots, a light long sleeve shirt under a warm jacket. She had her hands in her pockets, fidgetting slightly. She wondered if someone was around and how they'd react to a stranger being there.
Clearing her throat slightly, she calls out politly, her voice clear and warm "Hmm hello? Anyone here?"
She shivered slightly, she felt wet and cold, though she was used to the cold. Funny thing to say about a girl from Arizona who lived in Greece for a while. It was her stay in Seattle, and what happened there that made her used and resident to cold weather.
[Kora] "We already have water," Kora says, with a lift of her chin toward the sink. "Don't bloody ask me how. I'm sure the boys could work something out, make sure you have what you need to do the work you wanna do.
"We'll need some ground rules, I think - about what you can bring in. I don't want to insult you, since you're like to know as much about the Unmaker - on this side of the gauntlet at least - as anyone in the city, but nothing live. And if we ask you to destroy something, it'll have to be destroyed." A narrow twist of her shoulders, as she begins to rise. Touching minds with her packmate, wordlessly.
"Maybe Patrick can help you figure out if there's the right infrastructure for the power and water over there; or how we get it turned on. He's out in the church proper if you feel like being social." Her eyes hood, briefly, with that distant look. "New Fenrir, too."
Adara will find a collection of couches and pews, easy-chairs, the sort abandoned in a thrift store thanks to unfortunate plait upholstery or a cigarette burn. Empty pizza boxes line one of makeshift tables there.
Patrick and Janis are just inside the church proper, and soon enough a tall, paleheaded woman emerges from a door further into the sanctuary.
She turns almost unerringly to find Adara standing there. Lifts her chin, and calls out, in a low, ringing voice - "Can I help you?"
[Patrick] Kora can no doubt sense Patrick's approach; it's a strange thing for the male, being tied to a female force is something new, something not felt since Farrah.
There's now memories attached to Prayers to Broken Stone's thoughts; impressions of a stranger's smile, the force of a long fallen Half Moon. Stillness of Questioning would be a story he'd tell his new Alpha one night, perhaps before a fire, or with palms clasped around hot chocolate. Patrick, walking past rows of pews with Janis at his back is shaking water from his collar, and scuffing a hand back through his hair.
It's trimmed to short to do much but endure his rough-housing of it, remaining in disarray as he turns to add: "Apparently we have cups of soup, too." He half turns, gesturing ahead at the fair-haired female at an inner door. "That's who you're after, Kora. She's your Jarl." The way he says the word suggests its something he knows only by lieu of hearing those around him use it.
He speaks it like, well, a foreigner.
[Janis] Janis followed Patrick into the church, her head tilting back to allow her eyes to run the length of the church, taking it all in with a couple sweeps of her eyes. She stops when he does, lowering her gaze as it falls on Kora, dipping her chin down in a nod of appreciation to the Fianna.
"Thank ye." She says to him, folding her arms behind her back as red hair hung limply down her shoulders to stick to the sides of her face. She moves off to approach Kora and meet the Jarl half-way, only pausing in surprised as she gets a good look at her and raises an eyebrow.
[Adara Mires] She smiled at the decor, it wasn't the most classy place she has seen but it had some charm. She wonder if she would have liked crashing here. Probably. Might still happen, after all, she was stuck with a guy in her room at the BroHo. So this was more of a social visit, maybe get to know those hanging here, the members of Roman's pack. If she decide to stay over a few nights, well they'll at least know who she is.
Her eyes stop on the woman and the corners of her mouth curl slightly upward in a amile "Hi, Roman invited me over yesterday, and I thoguht I would stop by, see if he's around...or jsut check the place out if I ever need to spend the night." She tilt her head "That is, if it's not a problem?"
[Imogen] Imogen's mouth twists slightly. "No," she says wryly, indicating merely by tone that this was obviously a foregone conclusion, "Nothing live.
"T'be honest," she says, "I'm not likely t'bring in much by way o' corpses, unless it's warranted. And if it is warranted, I imagine you'll know, as a corpse fer study would ha' more - immediate concerns than the long term goals I'm suggestin' fer study. It will be more samples and th'like. S'also important that I ha' somewhere to keep notes o' some sort to track what I see, rather than having it at my apartment."
A beat, "Encrypted, of course." She is offered the moment to be 'social' with Patrick, or more accurately, ask him some questions. "Perhaps another time," the kinswoman smirks, tightly. "I should get back."
She too gets to her feet, much as Kora does, picking up her barely touched hot chocolate to dump it down the sink, rinse out her mug. It is set upside down by the edge of the sink to dry.
A few moments after Kora, Imogen steps out, a small red-haired woman dressed in business slacks and an open coat. She moves toward the door without pleasantry, apparently seeing it unnecessary as Kora picks up her duties and Patrick likely does the same with Adara, pinch hitting while his packmate deals with her tribesmate.
[Patrick] As if he'd let her get away without at least following her progress with his eyes; calling idly. "I do enjoy our chats, Imogen. Let's do this again some time." If she turns back, she'll find him watching her, amusement banked in his gaze -- if she does not, well -- she does not see anything at all and either way, Patrick does turn back toward the others.
Moving forward to stand beside the pregnant Galliard.
[Kora] "Hey," a quiet greeting to Janis, forestalled briefly with a glance to Patrick as he approaches, leading Janis through the sanctuary, toward the opened door. "Doc has some plans for the building next door. I told her she could talk to you about structural issues. That you could see if we could get water turned on, a few other things she needs. You mind?"
Long enough - direct and clear - her dark eyes linger on Patrick. Then she cuts a look back to Janis. The pale-haired woman in the distance from Adara, closer to Janis - is tall, dressed in layers for warmth in the drafty old stone church - dark jeans tucked into Doc Marten's, a thermal and t-shirt beneath an unzipped hoodie, her hair twisted behind her neck, uncoiling over a shoulder. She's pregnant. Very late in the second trimester, early in the third - obviously showing.
Patrick's comment to Imogen earns him a brief, sweeping upward look. A twist of her mouth. "One second, Janis." A lift upward of her chin toward Adara. "Roman lives here, are you kin?"
(OOC: does Adara have pure breed?)
[Adara Mires] (no PB at all)
[Imogen] She does not quite turn, but absently lifts a hand over her shoulder in an indifferent wave in Patrick's direction, though she does not quite deign to fire back a retort.
The door closes behind her and she is gone.
(thanks for the RP everyone!)
[Janis] "Nay a problem, Jarl."
Kora is likely taller than the redhead, she stands eight inches over five feet, maybe an inch or two taller in the boots she wears. She dips her head in a nod to the Jarl when she's asked to wait. Her eyes begin to roam the length of the room they stood in, slowly rolling her head from side to side.
She pulls her hands free from her pockets, sliding them up to comb through the damp hair to gather it up at the nape of her neck, twisting it into a thick knot that may not stay put for very long. Her clothes were dark: leather blazer zipped up to her throat over a pair of Dickies pants.
[Adara Mires] She blinked and chuckled at Kora's question "Me, kin? No not really."She smiled warmly "My name is Adara MIres, of the Black Fury, Cliath, Gallaird" She grin slightly as she offer almsot the same introduction she did yesterday when Imogen asked for a proper one. She jsut opted to take away the if you have more questions comment she had added then.
She offered a nod to Imogen as she pass her by "Evening Doctor". She brought back her attention to Kora and the others "I didn't want to bother you if you have things to discuss. Roman told me I could crash here if needed. I don't right now, just thought I would come by, maybe met new folks. If you're busy or want me out of here, it's fine too"
Her tone was respectful, polite. It was their place, she was an intruder after all, who ddn't really needed to be there.
[Patrick] The fellow Galliard adopts a leaning stance against an old, worn pew when Kora addresses the request his way. He frowns, arms crossed over his broad chest and lifts his eyebrows. "Yeah, I'll do what I can." He's a silent, frowning accomplice only another moment before he pushes upright again.
Eyes flicking to Janis; Adara.
"I'll get some drinks, you okay with beer?" This to Adara, a faint bleed of humor over his mouth. "I stock it myself so you know it's decent."
[Kora] Kora looks from Janis to Adara, and back again. "Well then, introductions are in order. I'm Kora Eyjólfsdóttir, she who offers sorrow, renders bone to the Nation, Fostern Skald of the Get of Fenris, Alpha of Last Watch and Jarl of the Fenrir. Fostered at the Sept of Vindur und Ringing in Hjaltland. I bound myself to Maelstrom this winter last, and followed Kemp Truth-in-Frenzy rhya until he fell.
"This is my packmate," a lift of her chin toward Patrick. " - and our packhouse. Our territory is open to the Sept members and all Fenrir. Adara, if you need a place to stay, you're welcome here, but I will expect you to sacrifice to Maelstrom and honor the peace of my hall and the word of my pack within these walls."
Then, an expectant look toward Janis.
[Kora] (guys! I'm'a hafta sleep soon. :) )
[Adara Mires] She offer the woman a slightl bow "It's a pleasure meeting you Rhya" She say very respectfully. Ï know about the sacrifice, I'll do it tonight. I jsut haven't decided exactly what I should sacrifice, though I'll be decided when I get back to the Brotherhood."
She look at her "And thank you for your hospitality, it's very appreciated"
She turn her attention to Patrick, offering him a smile "Beer would be really good. And it's a pleasure meeeting you"Her eyes move to Janis as well, her smile widening a little "You as well"
[Janis] "Janis Ian, she who devours the sun, hunts the shadows, riding the Jörmungandr's tail or what's been changed to Rides~like~Cowboy thanks to Ragabash of the Sept of the Green. I am Rotagar and Cliath to the Nation. Sadly, Jarl, I came to Chicago to visit my brother and his wife as they dwell here in the city. I wasn't alone in my first visit here, but now I am. My pack and I, two Gnawers that I ran with from New York, hit a skirmish with the wyrm on the southside near the abandoned industrial districts by the riverfront.
"We'd heard stories of your plight, but hadn't anticipated being ambushed when we hit the city. My pack mates didn't survive, I wouldn't be here either if it weren't for the aide of one of our tribe's kinfolk."
[Kora] "I'd like to hear that story," demurs Kora to Janis. "And soon, yeah? In the meantime, if you've no place else to stay, you're welcome to find a bed in our halls. The place is huge and the territory is open to the Fenrir and members of the Sept. There's beer in the kitchen, just through that door. Food, too."
Then, her phone starts to ring, and Kora steps away, holding up a finger by way of apology to go answer it, leaving the others to interact on their own.
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