Green eyes narrow on the fleeting form of the Shadow Lord, "I never saw a bigger pussy of a man, than the fucker leaving a room with his widdle beat stick." This called after Simon.
[Rory] Fiona bites her shoulder, and Rory falls silent, before she's shifting her weight again, slightly, to lean into Fiona just a little. There's submission there, though she is the one who won the challenge on her own territory. This is not her territory. This is not her home.
Then Fiona calls after him, and it's Rory's turn to turn her head and tuck it against Fiona's shoulder, hiding what might be a real, amused, smile - if only it were seen instead of hidden away...
[Victor Oseragighte] Victor does laugh at Fiona's challenge; if Simon had been trying to goad him, he'd find that Victor knew that game and did not play. He was a competent combatant, but knew where to draw his lines, especially when it came to hardcore Ahrouns like Simon and Fiona.
[Simon Zahradnik] The words spoken by Fiona cause the man to pause. He chews slowly, his back still presented to the group, but he pauses no less, a hand reaching out to toss the apple core into the trash. The words were jammed like a spike right into Simon's back. A popping sound came from Simon's neck as he popped it in one direction and then the other. Rising up to his full six foot height he turned slowly around and there was no mistake that his eyes were looking directly at Fiona.
"That's funny... How you called me a pussy and everyone laughed. Did you think that up all on your own Fiona?"He asks her curiously as he tosses his bat on the nearest table and crosses his arms over his chest while staring back at her. There was fire in the air, boiling and bubbling as the Full Moon turned his attention towards Fiona. White hot and threatening the tension that grew was directed solely in her direction.
"Cause while you've been here... I dunno... Cuddling your tribemates... I've been out there doing my job which is to kill shit. So what was that about me being a pussy? How do you figure that I am a pussy exactly?"
[Casey Steward] "Aye, Aye, I hear ya Mac an I don give two shakes of a dea dog if tha's the case. I'm here now, I'm fuckin stayin here for a while, fuck ya an your world cup piss. I got betta things ta do buddy." The reporter is heard on the staircase below, even as Simon begins his descent, his voice isn't angry, infact he almost seems like hes joking with whoever is on the other end of the phone.
"Mac, listen...no Mac, I gotta go, in a meetin here...no I aint gettin a new producer, stuff it Mac...Mac, goodbye fella." He says as he comes up into the common room once more and looks around with that rackish grin, his eyes falling in particular on Rory and Fiona as they sit together.
"Wha did a miss?" He says...before the smile falls from his face as he feels, and see's the hostility coming off of Simon.
[Fiona Sullivan] Simon doesn't go far, his words lash out as he attempts to whip at the blond with harsh words. The corners of her mouth pull back into a human sneer. She makes a sound that vibrates in the back of her throat like a growl, low and threatening. She uncoils her arms from around Rory, pushing upright to stand. Her bare feet make little sound on the carpet as Fiona starts to move towards the Shadow Lord.
Blond hair snaking along her shoulders now dry from airing out. She lifts up her chin in absolute defiance, narrowing her eyes on Simon. "While ya were not here a several minutes 'efore I showed, asshole, I had already been out doing my patrols and cleaning the blood from my clothes. I do my job and I do it a lot fucking better than ya seeing as I wiped your face across the floor."
She pokes a finger into his chest, stretching up on the tips of her toes to breath out into his face with a loud snort, "What's wrong, Simon, jealous cuz she's more cuddly than you are... got nicer tits that's for sure."
[Rory] She narrows her gaze, slightly, as Simon declares them 1. cuddling and 2. Fionna as lazy, and Fiona uncurls from the beanbag chair and stands, lethal intent in her every move. Rory stands as well, flanking her tribemate as she stalks the Shadowlord...
Rory's hair is still damp, her clothing still in the wash, the blood from the enemy still traveling the drains from where she washed it from her skin, scrubbed the scent of death and decay from her hair, her being. Yet she did not feel the need to flaunt it, or to accuse others of being weak, of being lazy, of not doing their duty. She does not assume.
"Don't."
One word. One single word. Don't suggest she does not do her duty, or that her tribemates slack either, or that they are less than their moon. It drips with challenge, it drips with fury, it drips with rage.
One.
Single.
Word.
And then Fiona is in Simon's face, and declaring Rory's tits to be better, and even in that flash of anger brought on by the Shadow Lord's words - Rory blushes.
Always a contradiction, Rory.
[Victor Oseragighte] He realizes his mistake too late, from Simon's reaction, from Fiona's continued goading of him. Rising, he heads for the Ahroun, setting his glass down and snatching up an empty one and the bottle of whiskey. "Hey. Okay. So you two beat your chests. Howled and growled. How about relaxing for a few with whiskey. We're all out doing our job, right?"
There was a marked difference between healthy competition, a good rivalry, and something entirely out of control, and he senesed that this could get there. He looks from Fiona beside him to Simon, still holding out some hope of smoothing this over.
[Casey Steward] Casey is now trapped in a room full of rage that seems ready to be unleashed, how had he NOT seen this coming, he curses under his breath at the whiskey he'd been drinking and simply moves around the group, heading for a spot where he has a clear shot on Simon, he doesn't do anything more then that...he just waits to back up his Tribe.
"I really don think tearin this place up is gonna get anyone in tha ancestor's goo books here folks...but hey, I'm jus kin."
[Simon Zahradnik] He removes his glasses and his eyes meet Fiona directly, he was staring with his own fiery hot gaze directly into her eyes. He didn't care that he was surrounded by Fianna, she had brought forth a challenge to his courage and he wasn't about to step down as he gazed directly into her eyes.
His hands ball into fists and he stares directly into her eyes. That fiery threatening gaze doesn't dare break as he draws in a deep breath. His entire body was tensed and ready to strike as she came to confront him rose up and got directly into his face.
"You tricked me... You got the best of me once. I went easy on you, held back and I got my ass kicked for it. It's sure as fuck not a mistake I will make again not for you or anyone."He growls back at her as if no one else in the room even existed. There were only these two Full Moons staring back at one another. He could hear their words but he already knew them, what they wanted and what they were trying to do.
They didn't know him, they didn't know who or what he was. So far they had only ever seen the laughable friendly guy that he wore on the surface but there was something dark and sinister behind those eyes. The kind of dark frightening and sinister beast that turned honorable combat into screams of horror and agony. The Shadow Lord stared back into the womans eyes and his breath drew in deeply."I'm not jealous of shit. To be jealous I would first have to give a flying fuck about anything and I think that is where you've made your first incorrect assumption about me. I am not a man... I am a monster. Any time you wanna see what that means I am more than willing to show you."He says back to her in a bitter tone. Eyes never shifting from her gaze.
[Rory] Rory watches. Her gaze only flicks away when Casey speaks, and reminds them he's only kin - and then she moves. Not to interfere between Fiona and Simon, as he was the first to make assumptions no matter his sanctimonious tone - but to place herself between Casey and any fight that may (likely will) occur.
She remains closer to Casey than the others, but her gaze returns to her auspice mates, her tribe mate. Her hands clench lightly at her side, and the tension screams through her slender form. But she has years of practice in control, and it is control she exerts now, as easily as she breathes.
[Mila Davis] She'd felt the increase of rage crackle against that mystical pack link. And, lucky [or maybe unlucky] for Simon.. Mila was downstairs, having a nice little drink [or three]. A long while ago, she'd seen him go upstairs, but hadn't said anything. Afterall, she wasn't his mother.
But now, with the increase in his tensions.. Mila snagged her glass of tequila on the rocks and headed for the stairs. Tonight, the dark haired Lord was dressed in a pair of dark wash jeans, flip flops and a white tank top. Her hair was down, and make up dark.. like usual.
What in the hell was Simon getting himself into now?
[Fiona Sullivan] Fiona is silent; her eyes never leaving Simon's as she continues to breath in and out sharply. She can feel the press of the others at her back, hear the words they speak. Even the Wendigo goes so far as to try and diffuse the tension in the air that seems to darken a black cloud between these two ahrouns. There is something under the surface, lying dark and hidden, as Simon starts to show his true colors against the ferocity of the passionate Fianna.
"So, ya went easy on me did ya, Simon, well then... Looks like I should not have been so gentle on ya the last time." She can feel her heart beating heavily in her chest, eyebrows narrowed now as she watches him. "So, round two is it then, boyo?"
[Victor Oseragighte] He marks Rory's move to protet Casey, grateful, as he also marks Simon's total focus on Fiona. And Fiona's challenge. Damn. He steps in, bottle and glass in his hands still, though not offered, muscles bulging and limbs lengthening as he takes on the moral feral Glabro state. His voice comes out more guttural, more assertive.
"If this is going to happen, it should happen properly. We can't afford to throw away lives here. Either call in the Master of Challenges or," he glances to Rory, hoping to get her backing, "or I'll officiate. As Philodox. But this needs to end."
No, no simple rivalry. Not any longer.
[Casey Steward] Casey watches the woman come to stand between him and the potentially explosive situation like a shield, it was hard to believe that such a lithe, slender thing could be any safety against such violence...but Casey knew better.
He stood there for a moment before stepping forward and whispering to Rory.
"I uh...forgot ma piece back a tha hotel....sorry." He says as he waits for the outcome.
[Sinclair] "III'M A CUCUMBER!"
Sinclair is singing. Sinclair is also drunk, tromping out of the bathroom after a shower, wearing -- oddly enough -- exactly the same outfit as Mila. How embarrassing.
"III'M A CUCUMBER!"
She rounds the corner and flip-flops down the hallway, bopping her head from side to side. "PLEASE DON'T TAKE ME TO THE PICK-LE FARM!"
And in the archway between hall and common room, stops. Flicks her eyes around. Her eyebrows quirk.
[Simon Zahradnik] A breath lifts in his chest. He wasn't showing any signs that he was about to back off from the Fianna before him. Whatever was shared between them, was apparently between them and not the kind of thing that could simply be diffused with a few words or even a threat. He waits for Fiona's response and his smile grows oh so slowly."Anytime and anywhere..."He says back to her. The fiery look in his eyes never fading, never breaking he wasn't about to show the tiniest hint of weakness before the woman.
He looked as if he was already itching for a fight as it was. The fact the Fianna was so willing to present him with something to fight only made the Shadow Lord that much more eager to accept.
[Rory] He steps closer, and murmurs, and Rory.. well. she flashes Casey a brief smile, meeting his eyes for just a moment, as he admits to have leaving his piece at home. She un-clenches a fist, and reaches to touch his hand. Silent, that communication, before she returns her full attention to the dueling pair across the room.
Victor looks to her for backup, and she arches a brow slightly. It is their way to brawl. It is their way to fight and demand submission (even if it is her personal way to submit more often than dominate when it comes to sept mates). She does however, nod, slightly. She supports his claim as Philodox - but she makes no move to stop her tribemate.
[Ruarc o'Conaill] He walks out, and into chaos.
The tall Fianna pulls to a stop in the door to the common room, eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring.
“What theFOOK is goin on here?”
That deep baritone voice cuts hard, made only more potent by the lineage of heroes and champions in the Irish Full-Moon. His gaze sweeps over those gathered in the common room, a good deal more than he had left them, and a good deal more tense.
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] In this tense situation comes Lukas, heading up the stairs with a plateful of noms -- probably lamb. There's a pause at the top, a black eyebrow quirking. Then he mounts the last step, glances around, and heads for the sectional. It doesn't seem to matter to him if he cuts through the complex web of tension surrounding Simon, Rory, Fiona, everyone.
The Ahroun drops down in his favorite spot: right near the bend in the couch, facing the TV. His feet go up on the coffee table. They're bare. His pants are soft drawstring slacks. His t-shirt is plain and white. He eats the last of a string of grapes out of the palm of his hand, then drops the stem on the tabletop.
"If you throw down in here," Lukas puts in, rather evenly at that, "it won't be the first time and it won't be the last. Loser cleans the bloodstains, though. Unless you want to explain to our resident Black Furies why Saint Jenny's down on her knees scrubbing up your mess."
A pause while he rips meat free from a lamb rib. He points the bone at Fiona.
"Also, who's that?" Ruarc enters; roars. "And that?"
[Mila Davis] Mila came up stairs not long after Lukas - sipping on her drink. Blue-grey eyes land immediately on Simon and the clump of people near by. Something was going on..
And why was Sinclair wearing the exact same outfit? Well.. apparently it was a popular choice! Oh well, they looked hot.. that's all that mattered.
Her mind wandered back to the matter at hand. "Simon - what is going on?"
[Casey Steward] Casey accepts Rory's hand ever so briefly, squeezing it, before taking a step back and leaving the Garou to her watch, and to the situation beyond, along with all the others who were gathering drawn to the scene like cops to a murder scene. He suddenly wishes he had his camera gear as well.
[Sinclair] There's a strange new Fianna standing behind Sinclair now. She glances over her shoulder at the accented Ruarc and raises her eyebrow a little more pointedly at him, roaring and nostril-flaring right behind her in the doorway. "Mind taking a step back there, buddy, and maybe not shouting in my ear next time?"
[Victor Oseragighte] Damn. More people shouting, inserting themselves into this, and the tension is all that more likely to break, he recognizes.
"People. Calm down. More confusion is not going to help this. At all." He cuts a look to the other Ahroun who blithely sanctions a brawl right then and there, then Ruarch and his bellowing.
[Fiona Sullivan] It is a game. This has happened before and will likely play out again on similar grounds, Fiona snorts softly, pulling her arms up to fold them across her chest tightly. Tension running through the length of lean muscles that start to show in her arms and back the longer she stood there.
"This ain't going to ever end, Victor," Fiona replies to the Wendigo in a softer tone of voice, not looking at him, "It's the nature of the beast... Won't be the last time, I can assure ya of that." Simon agrees to another round and she knew he would not back down from the challenge, just anticipated his response as to when. She quirks an eyebrow in Lukas' direction as he came up the stairs, and then her head was turning at Ruarc's booming voice.
Her tongue clicks against the roof of her mouth, too many wolves in one room, it was sweltering with rage and anger. She looks to Simon and then to Victor, "Ain't going to wreck the furniture in this place. I'll paint his face somewhere else, but not here. Same place, Simon?"
Ruarc goes unanswered for now as her attention is directed upon Lukas, "Fiona Sullivan, Strength of Nehmain. Child of Danu, Full Moon."
[Simon Zahradnik] In seconds the common room is flooded with people. They came out of the woodwork like termites and yet they weren't on the forefront of the Full Moon's attention, even his elders with their strength could not give him back his pride. They could sure as hell take it away but that wasn't the concern right now! In fact Lukas' words only lend further support to Simon's desire to throw down whenever the Fianna was ready.
He smiled a little when she made the offer and he nodded his head."Unless you'd rather pick the venue..."He adds. Letting her introduce herself to Lukas."I think we're okay... I might be an asshole but I'm not going to kill another Garou without a damn good reason."He says snapping his eyes towards the Mistrustful Victor.
Finally his alpha gets his Attention."Mila meet Fiona, Fiona meet Mila. I'm out..."He says, turning once more to head for the exit, though not before snatching up his bat. The weapon wasn't often used by him in combat but something about just having it in his hand almosat brought the full moon comfort.
[Mila Davis] Lips pursed. Mila just eyed Simon.
[Ruarc o'Conaill] A glance to Sinclair, but no more then that before he moves past her, towards Simon, Fiona and Rory, stalking up to them. His voice drops down to a more normal tone, but it is still deep and sharp.
“Ye goin tae scuffle? Ye go right ahead. I’m all fer it, but if ye do it with the kin right here, I’ll drag ye by the nose ‘til ye learn tae t’ink afore ye act.”
He doesn’t quite go right in between the threesome, but at 6’3, the figure is quite imposing even standing just to the side, stormy grey and blue gaze sliding between Simon and Fiona.
“Now take ye gruff someplace where th’ aint be kin in th’ line o’ fire, both o’ ye.”
There were at least two Fianna kin in close proximity, one of them right in the room.
Then simon is turning away, and Ruarc shrugs, nodding and looking to Casey for a moment.
[Sinclair] Ruarc glances at Sinclair without responding. And then turns sideways a bit to nudge past her. She lifts her eyebrows. "Oh no, after you," she says, as he moves over to the other Ahrouns.
[Rory] One of the kin is right in the room - but protected, and obviously so by Rory. Her gaze narrows slightly, as she looks at Ruarc, and then she ignores it what could be perceived as a slight and returns her attention to Fiona and Simon, and their decision to move to another place and scuffle.
You'd think that would make the tension bleed from her form, but with Lukas and Sinclair arriving, she's all but trembling, the clench of her fists at her side all that keeps it from being visible. Careful control, always.
[Casey Steward] Casey was till well behind Rory still shielded somehow by the shorter Fianna. He looked at Ruarc and nodded in return...and while his look is appreciative, it also has that defiant, 'I can look after myself' hint in his eyes.
He is however slightly concerned that his shield is trembling, others might not notice...but his proximity lets him know...he however is not stupid enough to touch her at that moment.
[Sinclair] I wanna hit 'im. Can I hit 'im? I should hit him. He seems like the type to hold a grudge. I haven't had anyone issue a challenge of grievance on me in such a long time. I went to a bar that has this thing that's like seventeen different boozes in one mix and it's really good with limes I feel AWESOME I should hit something.
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[Victor Oseragighte] "There's a reason why we do things like we do. What you intend isn't always what happens. I'll tag along," he asserted quietly, wondering if he should have done so last time now. Perhaps that had been his big mistake, not keeping a watch on this previously. Then again, Fiona may well be right, that they would go around again and again. And that, too, was one reason why there were Half-Moons.
[Simon Zahradnik] Simon looks up at Ruarc for only a second, a smile is offered back to the Full moon but those eyes peel away from the Fianna without saying a word. He simply continues on his way towards the exit. Soft steady breaths allowing him to focus and control his rage.
Something caused Simon to pause and tense. He choked back the urge to growl but he shot a look in Mila's direction that could kill a lesser creature. Fury and hatred flared within him and his eyes narrowed sharply in her direction. Whatever that look was it sent a frighteningly clear message to his Alpha. Something had infuriated the full moon though what was something only she would know. That glance lasts a few seconds before he walks past and around Mila heading for the exit from the common room.
[Mila Davis] Arms crossed at her chest as she leaned back against the wall and just watched. Her gaze lingered over Fiona - the girl got a little up nod in acknowledgement. There was no distain or anger there in her eyes - not for the woman. There was a good chance Simon deserved it. If not - well, he was an ahourn and young. Fighting was in his blood. She wasn't about to stop it, especially if it was a challenge, as her packmate had stated.
She didn't say anything aloud to either of the challengers - what she had to say to Simon was just for him.. and she knew he heard her. The look told her that much.
[Fiona Sullivan] The situation seems to have diffused itself. The Ahrouns have agreed to move the fight off site, Simon turns to go just as his alpha arrives and leaves Fiona to stand there glaring at the Shadow Lord's back. Her arms drop, hands pulled up to run fingers through her hair as her cheeks puff out, holding her breath. A flush of color stains her face, darkening the bronze skin.
She pivots on the balls of her feet, looking first to Victor, and then past him to Rory. A frown creases her brow as watches the tension in her fellow auspice mate. "Rory, can ya take care of Casey for me whilst I go deal with Simon?" She calls over to the redhead, not quite waiting for an answer before she's turning to answer Victor.
"Fine. I cannot stop ya from tagging along, it is yar bloody right..." her voice trails off, looking back over a shoulder towards Rory again and snorts.
[Ruarc o'Conaill] Ruarc walks past Rory, looking at Casey with a slight smile. Something of his humor seeming returned now that the fighters have agreed to move on to another venue. His words are low, for Rory, but he isn’t exactly whispering either.
“Good head on ye shoulder’s Tounge-Twister, keepin Casey shielded.”
He had indeed noticed she was shielding the kin. But there was just one of her, and two fighters, as well as two Fianna kin, one in the room, and one very much close by. His thoughts had been for both of them, not just Casey.
He stops beside her, turning around to look after Simon and Fiona, thoughtful now, more than anything. It is as if he had never raised his voice at all. Another glance to Sinclair, looking at the woman for a moment before offering her a slight nod.
[Rory] Fiona shoos her a look, and a question, and Rory presses her lips together, and nods, slightly. She would have anyway, though there's a part of her that wants to follow, wants to see, wants to watch, wants to join. But in this, she submits easily.
When her tribe mate shoots her the second look, Rory's lips quirk into the slightest of grins, though it fades, almost as fast as it arrives. Instead, she takes a breath, and then turns to look at Casey, meeting his gaze, briefly as teeth worry over her lower lip, absently.
[Theron Locke] "Well depends on where you are and who your talking about hitting. If it's some bozo at the bar I would advise against it... if it's one of our cousins drag his arse down to the challenge circle at the Caern and have at it. ....." and then a small chuckle comes through the totemphone "Seventeen hey ?.. sounds positively potent."
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[Rory] (adds briefly)
She flushes under the praise of Ruarc, ducking her head to hide behind her curls, again as he stops beside her.
[Victor Oseragighte] He's said his piece and now actions speak louder. A nod is offered to Fiona before he falls in behind the pair. He's still not used to Hummingbird's gift, causing him to move far more fluidly than he used to, a bit blatantly so.
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] [ack! *catches up*]
[Sinclair] Dude, I hate this attitude like every time we hit each other it needs to be an ohmigod CHALLENGE.
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[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Very simply, I agree.
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[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] For the most part, the Shadow Lord on the sectional is quiet, watchful. His pale eyes go to Fiona at her introduction. They rest on Ruarc a moment as he speaks again; then again.
Then, as Fiona and Simon agree on their means and methods, he speaks up. "Hey." It's quiet, but there's a certain weight there. It's given by rank. It's given by title. "Wait for me. I'd like to observe."
His attention turns to Victor, then. "I understand you're a Half Moon, and as such, feel obligated to mediate disputes. But these are Full Moons, Swallow, and Full Moons will fight. It's how we stay sharp. It's how we determine hierarchy. It's how we blow off steam that would otherwise be turned on our loved ones and those too weak to defend themselves against us.
"Not every brawl needs to be a Challenge. Sometimes making it so will deepen the resentment, not dispel it."
And lastly, to Ruarc, and plainly now so that it cannot be mistaken:
"Who are you?"
[Casey Steward] Casey looks to Rory and then back over to Fiona as she prepares to go. "If ye wan ta go with her lass, go. I've passed through rougher places than Chicago afore withou naery an aid or shield."
He says tot he woman with a reassuring nod. "If it was ma choice, I'd wanna see wha happened as well."
[Theron Locke] "Well I just figured if there was a particular grievance , it would be the best way to sort it out. If it's just a scrap your after , the fighting circle will still save the furniture whereever you are. But if this guy proves to give you no joy I'm back in town now, so I'll throw down with you."
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[Sinclair] Dude Cliaths are so funny. I know that's totally dickish of me to say cuz like, I was one two seconds ago but look at 'em all puffed up and eager to jump into shit and prove how smart they are and stuff.
...wait, you're back in town? Did you go somewhere?
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[Ruarc o'Conaill] Ruarc turns his head to look at Lukas. He recognizes the rank within the other without much difficulty, offering him a respectful nod before he replies.
“I’m Ruarc o’Coneill, Blood-Song, Ahroun o’ Stag, cliath.”
That stormy grey and blue gaze on Lukas face, but not quite meeting the others gaze. He responds easily enough to the others question, voice low, a deep baritone. He reaches up to scratch at the thin goatee on his chin, then lets his arm fall to his side.
[Rory] Two things make the decision for her. First, Lukas wants to observe - which would make two Shadow Lords, a Wendigo, and her Tribe Mate. Second, Casey understands her wish to go, and tells her to go ahead and do so. She graces Casey with the slightest of smiles, one that lights up her eyes and softens the lines of her face as she tries for a compromise.
"Hait were?" If he'll wait for her here, she'll go. Otherwise, she stays, and holds true to her promise.
[Theron Locke] Nah not dickish... just experienced I think. Know that you don't have to parade around like a peacock to get noticed, just let your deeds speak for themselves.
and yeah I returned home to New York, was time to visit the family and deal with some stuff that'd been on my mind for awhile. Also challenged for Fostern while I was there, had challenged Blood Summons but he went missing before the challenge could start.
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[Casey Steward] "Aye lass, I'll wait here for tha two o you ta finish up with tha fella." He says with a nod. "No like I have anywhere else ta be ah tha moment."
He says as he shrugs casually, smiling as he looks over to Fiona and smiles. "When ya ge back...I'll have a drink ready an waitin ta toast ta your victory."
[Fiona Sullivan] ((Just an OOC Note: The scene for the fight is not taking place until after Midnight site time Tomorrow, so just letting you all know if we're going to be picking up an audience, or if someone's character is going to take some kind of action.))
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[Mila Davis] Somedays.. she wondered why she bothered to take on that troublesome packmate of hers. Somedays, he proved his worth. Now why was it he liked to prove to the rest of the world that he was a hothead who got beat up by girls?
Another sip of her tequlia. It burned. Just the way she liked it. Mila turned and headed back down the stairs - not after the group.. Wyrmbreaker and the guy she didn't recognize would make sure it didn't get out of hand.
[Theron Locke] There is a lean figure that arrives from the corridor. Dark wavy hair being finger combed from his face as he begins to look around the common room. He's dressed in a pair of dark trousers and a white shirt that currently remains untucked.
Theron Locke , Theurge of the Shadow Lords seems to hold himself with more assuredness today, a more commanding presences than he once did. Perhaps a lot had changed in the time of his absence from Chicago
"Evening all..... what seems to be all the commotion?" Eyes continuing to search the room and finding many new faces but also several familiar ones.
[Sinclair] Aww, Theron. Congrats, man. Why didn't you say anything?
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[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] "Blood-Song," and a courtesy to Fiona, too, whose introduction he'd never responded to in the chaos of the moment, "and Strength of Nehmain, welcome to the Sept of the Maelstrom. I'm Lukáš Wyrmbreaker, Fostern, Alpha of the Unbroken, Alpha of the Shadow Lords, Alpha of the Full Moons. You're busy, so I'll make this quick: we're at war. Join a pack quickly."
His attention centers on Ruarc, then. "Ruarc, leadership in this Caern is earned by deeds, not by volume of voice or blood of ancestry. You're a Cliath. Simon and Fiona are Cliaths. It's not your place to command them until you've earned the right. Furthermore, that Cliath," he adds, nodding at Rory, "is a stone's throw from Fostern. When you praise her, do so with the respect you would give someone who stands above you, not below."
[Sinclair] Ruarc gives her a nod, but Sinclair's look back to him is somewhat at a loss. Lukas is talking now, or was, so she had no intention of interrupting, but when she feels her packmate starting to come up behind her, she turns her head over her shoulder and gives him a little smile, moving so that there's enough room in the doorway for them both to occupy the space. Leaning on the frame, she looks back into the common room and starts to clean out the dirt from under one of her fingernails. Well, not dirt so much as this one really annoying speck that won't come out without her messing with it.
She flicks her eyes up as Lukas speaks to Ruarc, and then -- quite abruptly, and without apparent reason -- she elbows Theron hard and sharp in the ribs.
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] [don't wait for me when you guys throw down -- Lukas mainly wants to see how they spar and offer suggestions if necessary, and to make sure they don't come away with a huge bitter resentment toward each other. which i don't think is the case, anyway!]
to Casey Steward, cricket, Fiona Sullivan, Mila Davis, Rory, Ruarc o'Conaill, Sinclair, Theron Locke, Victor Oseragighte
[Fiona Sullivan] Fiona had waited until Lukas had addressed her, when that comes, she listens to what he has to say to Ruarc, absorbing it all in with curiosity. Her gaze swings back to Rory with anewed interest at discovering that she was nearly a fostern. It made everything all the more intriguing.
Once no one needed to address her for anything, the blond fianna moves off with anyone else in tow for a showdown with the shadow lord.
[Casey Steward] When Fiona and Rory are both gone, Casey seems to consider his options, he had promised he would remain here in this place until they returned fro this fight. And he would hold himself to that. For now though, the man goes to take a seat on any unoccupied section of the sectional couch. Kicking up his feet to catch a few winks while he waited for the two ladies to return.
[Theron Locke] A laugh comes through the totemphone "Probably because I'm stupid and in all the excitement, simply forgot. Got caught up with my old life and sorting out things with my folks. But it's good to be back, this is home now.
to Lukas Wyrmbreaker, Sinclair
[Rory] She is looking at Casey, when Lukas speaks to Ruarc, and turns just in time to catch the comment about her, and her rank. She blinks, and then flushes, and ducks her head. It's as if she had not realized she was so close to anything of rank. She has always simply done her duty. Such as placing herself in front of a kinfolk, so that he is out of the splatter zone. Such as backing up a Tribe Mate who's in the right when being dressed down by someone making assumptions. Such as fighting, and killing, and doing everything that has made her an Ahroun of the nation - an Ahroun that's close to achieving something she had been told she'd never, ever manage, that she'd never ever deserve.
It's a conflicting batch of emotions that dance nakedly across her face, hidden by the fall of her hair. She hesitates, though, and with another look at Fiona, nods. She'll be along when Lukas is - until then, she remains in the room.
((Rory will be there - but as I'm not ready for bed, I'm not ditching the scene just yet. *L*))
[Sinclair] Her brows flick together. The good-natured rib-jab with her elbow was one thing. The second time she does it, it's harder, and it's less good-natured. She frowns, quite pointedly, at Theron.
[Ruarc o'Conaill] Ruarc listens to what Lukas has to say, his full attention on the foster as he speaks. At the end of it, Ruarc respond simply with a:
“Aye, Wyrmbreaker-rhya.”
And completely mangling the pronunciation of Wyrmbreaker with his dialect. He does not try to offer excuses or reasons for his behavior. They do not matter at the moment, and Ruarc has no need for them. Another nod to Lukas, and then Ruarc glances to Rory, curious and thoughtful as he looks to the shy full-moon. When she leaves after Simon and Fiona Ruarc turns to join Casey, taking a seat in the recliner beside his large bag and the guitar with its case, putting the instrument away.
[Rory] (or, since everyone is posting me leaving, I should go now, hm? *L*)
to Casey Steward, cricket, Fiona Sullivan, Lukas Wyrmbreaker, Ruarc o'Conaill, Sinclair, Theron Locke, Victor Oseragighte
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] [i'm staying too!]
[Ruarc o'Conaill] (*L* sorry, stay!)
to Casey Steward, Lukas Wyrmbreaker, Rory, Sinclair, Theron Locke, Victor Oseragighte
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] To Ruarc's simple response, an even simpler reply: a single nod, and the faint onesided curve of his mouth. For what it's worth, the half-smile is genuine, and there's something almost like encouragement in it.
Then Fiona and Simon are heading out to rumble, and the crowd is beginning to disperse. Just like high school, only Lukas never made it to high school. The War interrupted. He doesn't rush to follow the Ahrouns, though. It'll take them a while to get to wherever they were going. He's got a fast car.
He returns to his dinner, instead, picking up his plate as he gets up and heads over to where his packmates are silently elbowing each other. As he approaches, his eyebrows rise in question.
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] What's with the elbowing war? And welcome back, Theron. You missed a great dinner at Jesmond's the other night.
to Sinclair, Theron Locke
[Theron Locke] Theron cops one friendly rib jab and is about to offer a shoulder bump back when he finds himself on the receiving end of a second more solid blow . "Guess I deserved that one ?" and then follows up with his original plan of a friendly bump back into her
[Rory] Though she stays until the Ahroun Elder follows the dueling full moons, she is not exactly comfortable doing so. There's a subtle tension as she follows Casey to the couch, weaving through her slender form. She's more tense than she was with Fiona here, even more so than when she and Simon started to argue. There's something else there, something that has her on edge, that has her on uneven footing.
So she does her best to ignore
[Sinclair] The reasons for the elbowing are twofold, explains the Galliard. Firstly, he said I could throw down with him. Secondly, he called himself stupid. So I elbowed him cuz it sounded pathetic and passive aggressive. And! Because it didn't really answer my question.
A beat. You totally deserved it.
to Lukas Wyrmbreaker, Theron Locke
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] [Why you tense?]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 4, 6, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
to Rory
[Rory] [You can see nothing!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
to Lukas Wyrmbreaker
[Ruarc o'Conaill] Ruarc catches Rory’s glance, offering the shy ahroun a warm grin.
“Ye wanna play lass?”
He taps the guitar case with a finger, eyebrows raised slightly in question. Leaning comfortably in the recliner, his gaze on Rory and Casey.
“Or ye wan’me tae thrum a tune for ye? I hav’th’ guitar o’ the pipes.”
His finger moving from the guitar case to the large bag beside it.
[Rory] She looks over as Casey settles in for a nap, and then back to Ruarc who had caught her look. She chews on her lower lip, absently, and then creeps closer, and settles down into a crouch by the guitar case, and the bag, thus keeping them between her and him. She wraps her arms around her knees, loosely, and with a glance to be sure Lukas has not left without her trailing behind, she glances up at Ruarc, curiosity in her gaze.
"I knon't dow how." Again, she doesn't seem to notice the mixup in her words, she simply hears what she intended to say, adding softly, achingly shy... "please?"
[Theron Locke] Thanks Lukas, it's good to be back... and yeah I'm sorry I missed it but was still in New York. Hopefully there'll be another one sometime... would be good to make it a semi-regular thing.
Was just trying to offer an apology Sinclair, for not letting my pack know such important news. What did you want to know?
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[Ruarc o'Conaill] ”Well, we cannae hav’tha’ now can we.”
Said with that easy, friendly smile directed at the shy woman. He reaches down and opens the guitar case, plucking the guitar up from its case and putting it in his lap.”
“Here… I can show ye.”
He shifts slightly and pats the armrest for Rory to come even closer, waiting to see if she does before he goes on. Fingers easily finding their places on the guitar, two easy notes picked out and played.
[Rory] He reaches for the case, opening it, and she watches curiously, tipping her head, slightly. She still doesn't quite meet his gaze, despite what Lukas said of her impending rank, even when he pats the armrest and invites her closer. She chews on her lower lip, absently, and then curiosity overpowers timidness, and she unfolds from her crouch, and takes that step closer. She sinks to perch on the edge of the armrest, doing her best not to invade his personal space, even with his invitation to come closer. If it weren't for the naked curiosity about the instrument, and his playing of it, she would not be this close at all.
He plucks out two easy notes, and they don't look at all easy to her, though she watches his hands, and the placement on the strings carefully. She lifts a hand to rub at the side of her nose, absently, glances up to meet his gaze briefly - then back to the guitar. "...pretty."
Not one to use many words, for obvious reasons.
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] I think Danicka and I are hosting the next one, actually. Haven't set a date yet, but we'll let you know.
On the interplay between his packmates, Lukas remains silent.
to Sinclair, Theron Locke
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] [doh! Dani&+269;ka! not Danicka!]
to Sinclair, Theron Locke
[Ruarc o'Conaill] He takes his time, making sure he is twisted enough for Rory to get a good look at what he does. He takes his time, clearly showing each note before playing it. He goes through a total of five different ones, slow. Then he plays them quicker, the melody of ‘Danny Boy’ soft and quite beautiful. Ruarc is a skilled player, at least for a full moon. He plays the first piece, then winks at Rory, starting over. This time, he sings softly, in that deep baritone voice.
“Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying...”
The ballad is slow and soft, and he finishes it, never taking his eyes from Rory as he performs.
[Rory] He winks at her, and she - predictably - blushes, and ducks to hide behind her curls. She watches his fingers, carefully, her brow furrowed in concentration as she listens to the medly that he plays, one she recognizes. He sings, and she looks up to meet his gaze but for a moment, before her hands fall back to watch his hands and listen as he performs for her.
It's a sad song, it always has been, and Ruarc performs it beautifully. Soon she isn't so much watching his fingers perform the mechanics of the song, such as falling into the beauty of the melody itself, instead. When the last notes fade away, she chances another look up, oh so briefly, before offering the softest of compliments.
"You're gery vood."
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] The three wolves of the Unbroken, having gathered, are now almost wholly silent. Any who have shared a totem bond would recognize that should of shared quiet that speaks of a communication deeper than words. They become a unit unto themselves.
When the Fianna begins to sing, though, the Ahroun turns from his packmates. His head, first; then the rest of him, turning until he faces the pair of Fianna. He drifts back toward them, standing just behind the sectional.
Ruarc's voice is lifting into the second verse when, perhaps unexpectedly, Lukas's joins him. The Shadow Lord is an unpracticed singer of no great skill, strictly amateur. His singing voice is only pleasant insofar as his speaking voice is level, and low, and smooth. Still, he keeps the right key and manages a basic harmony with the Fianna:
"And when you come, and all the flowers are dying
If I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an Ave there for me."
The last lines, and he falls silent again, listening to the Fianna finish his song alone. Rory praises him, and Lukas nods in agreement.
"One of my favorite songs, that one." A pause, and then a whim he doesn't pause to question, "If our people gather for my Departing Rite before they do yours, will you sing that over my pyre?"
[Ruarc o'Conaill] Ruarc is surprised by Lukas as he joins in, but not enough to loose his place, instead singing the song as a duet with the other ahroun. When the song is finished, Ruarc looks over his shoulder at Lukas, brows slightly furrowed.
“Aye, I woul’be hono’ed tae sing it fer ye Wyrmbreaker-rhya.”
Again with the mangling of the name, crushing those R’s.
“But I am nae Galliard. Ah just play fer th’ joy o’ it.”
His gaze goes to Rory then, offering her a warm smile.
“If’n ye woul’ like, I will teach ye how tae play Rory. It’s nae hard t’ing once ye get the hang o’ it.”
[Sinclair] There isn't much singing that can go on around Sinclair without her being drawn into it, or to it. After elbowing Theron twice she went quiet, but then Ruarc started playing and she turned away from Theron, watching the two Fianna instead.
Lukas sings with him. Rory praises him. Sinclair closes her eyes. And when Lukas mentions his pyre her brows tug tightly together, then her eyes open and her brow smooths. She looks over at the Shadow Lord Ahroun for a long moment. During that moment, Ruarc answers. And Sinclair shoulders away from the doorframe to head down to the kitchen, flipflops...well. Flipflopping on the stairs.
She gives a general nod to those in the common room before she goes, but doesn't announce where or why she's going.
[Sinclair] For whatever reason, there's no answer to Theron, either with another elbow-jab or returned shoulder-bump or any words over their link. At very least she doesn't take him up, forcefully so, on his earlier offer.
to Lukas Wyrmbreaker, Theron Locke
[Sinclair] [Thanks for the RP guys! Dropping out of here.]
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] [wait, did you post for theron? i didn't see it.]
to Theron Locke
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] [nm! i see it.]
to Theron Locke
[Theron Locke] yeah I just had to re-send Kai my original post and that was her response too it
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[Rory] Lukas joins in and Rory's head snaps in that direction, openly surprised for half a moment, before she flushes at her audacity and drops her gaze with a sheepish little grin. She is silent as they talk of Gatherings and singing, and Sinclair leaves. Then Ruarc is offering to teach her...
She bites her lower lip, nervously, a moment, and then reaches a hand to touch the gleaming wood of the guitar, sliding her fingers over the smooth surface briefly, then, with a ache of longing forming in her belly for an answer she expects, she asks oh so softly... "Would I have ro tead music?"
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] "The Galliards can sing other sings," Lukas replies, smiling. "The honor would be mine, if you'd sing that one."
The Fianna return to their conversation, then, and Sinclair flipflops her way down the stairs. Lukas looks after her thoughtfully for a moment. Then he picks up his plate -- his dinner cooling on it -- and heads for the hallway.
As he passes Theron, he reaches out and claps his hand to his brother's shoulder, a nameless and wordless gesture of welcome and solidarity and ... whatever else it is that that might mean.
[Theron Locke] Yeah it would be good to see Danicka again.. haven't really spoken to her since.. and then Theron goes silent for several moments before speaking again Hopefully by then I'll have sorted out things with Thoth too. That's my first order of business now that I'm back in Chicago. About time that was sorted one way or the other.
Another pause as Sinclair abruptly leaves, no reason given and seemingly uninterested in repeating her question . The start of a response forms on his mind but then disappears.
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[Ruarc o'Conaill] ”Nae unless ye wan’tae lass. I didnae learn tae read sheet’s until I knew th’ twelve epics by melody n’ heart. I can show ye what tae practice an’ how tae practice step by step.”
Ruarc looks back to Ruarc, gaze following him as he goes or his plate and when he returns. When he claps his hand over Ruarc’s shoulder, the Fianna ahroun nods slowly, looking up at Lukas, thoughtful.
“By oath, I shall sing it fer yer pyre, should ye fall befo'e I.”
His voice low, soft and quite serious. He watches Lukas move away, than looks back to Rory, offering her a smile.
“They say tha’music has the ability tae convey more than words. Ye should’nae fear tae try it. He’e…”
He lifts the guitar, offering it up to rory with that easy smile.
[Ruarc o'Conaill] (Misread, remove the part about the shoulder and Lukas *chuckles* he just says the oath)
[Theron Locke] Theron watches Sinclair depart in silence, tempted to follow but refrains for now. Head turning to his Alpha with a nod and a smile as a hand is laid on his shoulder. Nothing needed to be said, just a simple acknowledgement of one brother to another , now equals but perhaps not for long.
Watching as those gathered discuss music and melodies, the Theurge listening out of interest but knowing he was out of his depth in this area.
[Rory] If it were a case of wanting, then it would be easy, but it is worse than that. She doesn't explain though, nor does she hide the sense of relief at not having to read anything.
When she reaches for the offered guitar, it is with hands that are steady, yet shockingly careful, gentle even. She bites her lower lip, and arranges the instrument across her lap as Ruarc had held it, running her hands over the whole of the guitar, familiarizing herself with the feel, the bits and bobs, the knobs and strings, every little bit as if she is memorizing it on a deeper level than musically - on base functionality, as if by doing so she could likely replicate it in some fashion, make something work that hadn't worked before.
Her hands are almost shockingly fragile looking - her fingers slender, her nails all but non-existent. Looks, however, can be a lie, and she handles the guitar with care that she does not inadvertently damage it.
"...dat who I do?"
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Lukas is faintly surprised when Ruarc makes it an oath. It's not the surprise of someone who finds such a thing quaint or unnecessary, though. It's more a recognition, and a surprise to find such a thing recognizable and recognized in someone so different from himself. A different tribe. A different continent. A different life.
"Thank you," he says, and he means it. "If you think of something I can do for you if our places are reversed, let me know."
Then he's moving on to his packmate, whose shoulder he clasps before moving on. The door of his room opens, then closes quietly.
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Meanwhile, the conversation continues unfettered by space or walls or doors:
Are you still planning to challenge for her as your mate?
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[Ruarc o'Conaill] A look after Lukas. Ruarc has nothing to add for now, simply nodding after the foster ahroun.
Ruarc gets up after Rory takes the guitar. He shifts, hands coming to Rory’s waits, shifting her slightly to the side so her back is more towards him, then he just presses up against her back, strong arms wrapping around. He takes it slowly, as to not startle the other ahroun, or push if she moves away from him. If she lets him, he places his hands over hers, guiding her fings to the first position.
“Alrigh’ lass. This is the first.”
He guides her fingers, playing the note two times, then moves on to the next. He takes his time, showing her all five notes in that fashion before moving back from her, standing and moving to crouch in front of her, looking at the woman with an encouraging smile and nod.
“There ye go lass… Try I’ now.”
[Theron Locke] Yes that is the plan, our time away has enabled us to become even closer, also to resolve some lingering issues. Now that I have successfully challenged for rank, I feel I am in a better position to challenge for her.
to Lukas Wyrmbreaker
[Adamidas] Somewhere, something pops. The Gauntlet doesn't shred so much as it bends, moves and she pops through. Why she was on the other side, however, isn't important. What a woman does in the privacy of her own shared room isn't really important. Or, for that matter, anyone's damned business.
What does matter, though, is that she's headed to the common room. One door opens, and another closes. Literally. People come in and out of this place; since the Badasses took over patrol, Adam's become more aware of people coming and going.
it's the sound of voices, one that's unfamiliar, that brings her out. Attire is comfortable. Shorts, tank top. No shoes. She's got bone in her hair. Or it might be talc (it's bone. She's a Black Fury. She takes her warpaint seriously, even if there is only one other Fury here.)
So, she heads to the common room, a little under five and a half feet tall and a little messy. It works.
[Rory] She falls very, very still as he comes up behind her, pressing against her, and only he can feel the slight tremble of trepidation as he lays his hands over hers. She has not known much kindness - any kindness - before coming to Chicago, and a lifetime of pain has taught her to expect it. To accept it as her due. Chicago has been different, and strange and that is something frightening in and of itself... and she still fears the other shoe will drop anytime now.
But it doesn't fall right now. Right now, she lets him guide her fingers, her brow furrowing in concentration as she strives to remember every little nuance of what he shows her. He helps her play each note two times, showing her each of the five required.. then he moves away [and she breathes again] and crouches before her [and she forgets once more] and encourages her to try on her own.
A shaky breath, and then she tries, surprising herself that while she struggles and it is obvious that she does, and with a little help on the hardest of the five, she manages to at least get them all right, once.
[Ruarc o'Conaill] ”Ve’y good lass. Ye go’th’ hang o’ it now.”
He offers her that open and friendly smile once more. She is still waiting for the other shoe to drop, but there is no telling when it will. After all, no one has told the newcomer Rory’s birth yet, and she certainly looks healthy. Her speech is hardly worth noticing in a place such as this where dialects mix and match freely.
“Now, wha’ ye need tae do I’ practice. Practice an’ practice some more. Now ye got the tools fer th’ job. Is jus’ a matte’ o’learnin how tae use ‘em. So, fer now… Keep th’ guitar, and keep tae practice wheneve’ ye get a chance. Ye’ll be playin like a rocksta’ in nae time lass.”
[Rory] She flushes and blushes bright at his praise, even though she knows it wasn't that good, and she's far from having the hang of it at all. It will take practice, and she doesn't have the...
her eyes widen and she shakes her head vigorously "Keep it? But... is yours..." not even 'for now' would she dare take something so valuable...
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] I agree, Lukas says simply. And hopefully proving yourself resourceful enough to survive and succeed thus far will make Thoth look more favorably on your challenge as well. Best of luck to you, brother. Hopefully if all goes well you'll bring her to Dani&+269;ka's for that dinner.
to Theron Locke
[Ruarc o'Conaill] ”’is al’ight lass. I trust ye tae take good care o’ it. Ye need it tae practice with after all, don’t ye?”
Said with that easy grin of his. He straightens up, then moves to sit back down in the recliner next to Rory, leaning back.
“Ye are family afte’ all. If’n I cannae trust ye with me guitar, how would ye expect me tae trust ye at me side in battle? Nae, nae argument. Keep it fer now, and I expect ye to be improved enough tae play the first verse in a week o’ two.”
He glances down at his big bag, then back to rory with that smile still present.
“’sides, I still got th’ pipes ‘n flutes tae play, so I’s nae like ye are takin me only instrument.”
[Ruarc o'Conaill] (Add, if Adamidas actually enters the common room)
Ruarc looks up as Adamidas enters, his brows slightly raised, but offering the diminuative woman a friendly enough smile.
[Rory] She's... shocked, really. Stunned to say the least, even as she claims her family, and that he trusts her for that simple reason. He tells her no arguing, and she snaps her mouth shut obediently. Where she held the guitar carefully before, she now holds it as if it is something more precious than gold, more priceless than the finest gift one could imagine - she holds his trust in her hands, and she silently vows not to violate that.
He settles back into the chair, and leans back, and she remains perched on his armrest, a look of fierce determination on her face - her lower lip between her teeth, her brow furrowed - as she goes through the notes again. After all, he said practice whenever she could - now is as good a time as any.
[Theron Locke] Theron nods to his brother's agreement Hopefully, but I will cross any bridges when and where I encounter them. Thanks Lukas... and that is the plan but we will see. Gina is still grieving for Lonna, it may be hard for her to sit there and be reminded of the choice I made. But I remain hopeful she will find her place among us in time.
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[Adamidas] She comes back out, and looks at the people in the room. She knows Rory, sort of. They haven't shared hotdogs together or tangoed or anything, but she recognizes Rory. she comes out in time to... well... see people. One she recognizes, one she doesn't. And it's the overwhelming feeling of Stag's presence that keeps her attention. The place is run and owned by their kin. She wonders, briefly, about things. Little things, big things, things that make no -
Oh, hey, there's a person smiling.
So, she waves.
"Hi, haven't seen you before," she says. She's personable.
[Theron Locke] Theron seemingly distracted from the goings on in the common room. His eyes glazed and seemingly distant as if his mind was elsewhere. Turns and heads back down the corridor towards his room.
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Me too, Lukas replies simply -- and for a time, at least, the totemlink lapses to silence.
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[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] [thanks for the play, folks!]
