liaison.

[Balance Without Fault] The eightball comes back to Balance eventually, passed hand to hand until someone loses patience and tosses it. Catching it neatly, the Grand Elder takes a drink of water before going on.

"Let's discuss that in a minute, Kieran, when we talk about the coalition some more. I have two incidents I want to go over. Unfortunately, Amunet, they both involve you.

"First up: the Brotherhood defense plans were posted up a couple of weeks ago, and you seemed to have something to say about it. Jenny mentioned you removed the original posting as something of an act of protest." Over by the kitchen, Jenny looks mildly mortified. "What was that about, and has that been settled?"

[Amunet Knezevic] "It was less an act of protest than an act of frustration, Rhya. Again, the perception of being dictated to, rather than being acknowledged as being willing to work together. I apologize for my rash decision, and hope that my actions will not reflect poorly on those who can be held responsible for me."

Her fingers run in her hair, eyes flickering away before meeting BWF's once more. "It has been offered that there be a meeting with myself and those charged with the safety of the Brotherhood. I believe it is just a matter of finding a convenient time for everyone, and then the matter should be settled."

[Danicka Musil] [Dibs!]

[Gina McClaren] *Her flask of corn liquor is reclaimed and settled back in her assets as she steps aside for the exiting Glasswalker kin. Strider kin maneuvering her way out of the kitchen with an eye to the floor, wary for any invisible shards lying in wait for small burnished feet. The kin moves to stand between Leon and Matt, dwarfed by a good foot or more by each. Curvy kin's body language filling in the gaps where verbal communication was not allowed. She leans on Mirror's whisper, floury skirt no doubt soiling his perfectly pressed suit. A painted toe prods Hostile Takeover's knee, accompanied by a wry smile and a roll of eyes. Familiarity and Affection for both, mingled with no small exasperation at the proceedings. Her attention shifts to those speaking.*

[Honor's Compass] [Kate has something to add! How do I -- *hits the buzzer*]

[Danicka Musil] [Danicka yields to the ranked Garou present *gavel*]

[Wyrmbreaker] [dibs order is Kate, Danicka, then probably BWF.]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Sarita doesn't fail to notice Gina's brief interaction, such as it is, with Leon. Her eyes narrow a little bit, watching them, and anyone paying attention to her would notice a bit of bristling. She doesn't speak out, merely watches for a long moment before looking back.

Yeah. She'll be dealing with that later.

[Matthieu] Matthieu made certain to follow the kin across the floor. Whether Gina knew it or not those eyes followed her quietly. She drew closer and closer and even took the chance to squeeze herself between he and his beta. A slight smile grew and he peeked up at the woman with a hint of a smile. She had likely been drinking and was feeling pleasant. Which was surprisingly okay with the Garou who looked up at her with familiar eyes.

He didn't speak however, simply welcomed her to join if she pleased.

[Leon Davenport] Finally something interesting happening to this meeting And no it's not an angry kin storming out or incidents involving one with the Broho'splan or anything else. No, it's the presence of a beautiful caramel skinned Strider kin, moving between him and his Alpha.

Shelean into Matt and that makes him smile, a genuine rare one from the Ahroun these days. Then she prds hm and the smile grew wider. He kept hi hands in his pants pockets, his smile turning into a grin. Then his piercing blue eyes were back on the meeting

There has been no GW kin here that he knew of. After all he knew Delilah only by her GWnet handle. He didn't want any of his tribe's kin getting into troubel tonight. He seem ot have had his wish granted.

[Kieran Mondblume] *His eyes, however, remain on Amy, and the Grand Elder. He looks, very briefly, worried, though it passes rather quickly. Nothing else in the meeting seems to catch his dark eyes.*

[Bridget Geroux] Bridget finally retakes her seat, glass in hand. Her brown eyes shift around the room as if for a second, she forgot where she was. The kinswoman shakes it off and sips the remaining whiskey, her eyes floating somewhere between Patrick and Kieran for whatever reason.

[Honor's Compass] Honor's Compass, who has, up until this moment been relatively silent, merely a formidable presence in so far as a regal Silver Fang of her ranking should be, standing to one side with her arms neatly folded over her chest; her coat open to reveal silk blouse beneath, the designer jeans and knee-high boots.

Immaculate as ever, she somehow managed to avoid it becoming ridiculous; her carefully arranged hair; her glossed lips. It was the animal grace in her that controlled it; the thrill of danger posed by those pale eyes of hers as they sweep the assembly, as manicured nails close over the eight ball.

Her eyes find Sarita's sister.

"If I may, Rhya," she says in her voice, rippling with its hint of french gentility, "I have some knowledge of these goings on. I was approached here at the Brotherhood by Adara, Song of Life, a Black Fury Galliard I believe my Alpha put in charge of the Brotherhood plans, along with Adamidas. She told me of the issues with the Kinswoman."

A beat. "She asked my council, and two sides to this issue were brought before me, one from Garou and the other spoken on the behalf of the Kinfolk by one of Cockroaches Kin." The Fang's lip curves a little, inexplicably. "My sense was that they were working at cross-purposes, here. The Kinfolk, rightly enough, want their say in their own safety, but the Garou have their own notions on how Kinfolk need to be so protected.

My advice was to meet together, and discuss it. I believe this is the meeting Amunet is referring to."

[Nash] With his left hand, Nash reaches up to scrub at his scruffy face when the tiny Indian woman moves across the room and proceeds to cause the blood pressure of at least four Trueborn to spike. He doesn't sigh or stare, but when his hand comes away from his face and returns to his jacket pocket the kinsman glances over at Kora again.

That glance lasts only so long as the silence between active speakers; a few seconds after the regal blonde begins to speak, his eyes slowly drift away to acknowledge her.

[Rain McKellar] ((Rain will stay with the other Gaian kin until the meeting lets out, but her player must go to sleep soon. Thanks, all, for the scene.))

[Balance Without Fault] [night!]

[Danicka Musil] This time, the ball comes to Danicka more easily, since her mate has excused himself from the proceedings for the moment and it seems that Danicka doesn't trust herself to catch the bizarre little toy if lobbed her way. She hears about the defense plan -- something she's only heard rumors of, not the story she just got. She looks at Amunet briefly when she takes the 8-ball, but in the end, doesn't address the Strider kin as she did earlier.

"-Rhya," she says, to Balance Without Fault, "the Kinfolk have tried before to establish leadership amongst themselves before, but in that case and in this one, there's a serious problem with Garou being kept out of the loop." She thinks a moment. "If the Kinfolk want to be heard by the Garou -- to have a voice, for example, in deciding the defense plan for the Brotherhood of Thieves, to have at least some kind of vote in matters that affect them personally, then is there any reason why the Garou in charge of defense for this place should not have a Kinfolk -- preferably a resident -- whose counsel is sought in decisions about it?"

A beat. She blinks those round, green eyes of hers, turning to look at Amunet. "And maybe, if only to limit the amount of suspicion and paranoia and rumors of discontent, maybe an alliance of Kinfolk would have a better chance of success if there is a Garou involved in the proceedings and decisions being made -- not to dictate, not to rule, but to communicate the needs the Garou have to the Kin, and vice versa?"

[Balance Without Fault] Balance listens to Katherine with clear attentiveness; then Danicka.

"It's become increasingly clear to me tonight that some level of constant communication needs to be set up between the Garou of this Sept and the Kin. That's part of what I wanted to discuss when we talk about the coalition a little more. I realize I've delayed the discussion of the coalition again and again, but I'm going to have to ask for your patience a little longer."

He turns back to Amunet.

"There will always be some level of dictation, Amunet. I've said it before and I'll say it again. The Nation is not a democracy. There is one Grand Elder. One Warder. One warleader. One Garou in charge of the defense of the Brotherhood, and one Garou assisting her.

"It's not your place to rebel against that order. If you feel unheard, then speak. You may bring your suggestions up, just as anyone else can -- and it seems that with Honor's Compass's counsel, you intend to do exactly that.

"You may not, however, display blatant insubordination to those who rank over you. And you must understand that the final say still belongs to those charged with the keeping of the Brotherhood. This isn't a kin/Garou issue. It's a simple issue of hierarchy. I would say the same to your sister Sarita, or even to the Philodox Elder."

Balance turns the magic eightball over in his hands, then continues.

"The second point I wanted to address specifically is this. I've heard reports that you were seeking a Garou to ... beat you? And that you would tape this as some sort of instructional video?

"What's the story there, Amunet? I hardly know where to begin."

[Amunet Knezevic] She looks very tired, very suddenly, tongue bitten to keep herself quiet as she waits her turn.

[Kieran Mondblume] *He flinches visibly.*

[August Grant] A brow rose.

That sounded like the single most stupid idea she's heard in awhile.

Was that girl daft?

[Izzy Montoya] She's wanting.... what?! Izzy's head whips about so quickly her hair flies in a semi circle, smacking her in the face while she stares at Amunet with dropped jaw.... only to have it snap shut on the comment not quite bitten back..

"Motherfu..." snap.

She turns, and stalks to the kitchen. She needs a serious drink. Now.

[Quinn] Quinn actually does a double-take, and frowns at Amunet.Her thoughts are similar August's. What would that even teach?

[Kieran Mondblume] *He raises one hand, however, before forgetting himself, and he holds his hand out for the ball.*

[Jackson Montgomery] He blinks as the idea for the original plan comes out in a horribly mangled, telephone version of what was actually discussed. He looks at Balances With Fault, then at Amunet and back, before he takes a [[DIBS]] after Amunet.

[Bridget Geroux] Bridget tenses in her little corner of the world, and the nearly empty glass falls into her lap before she catches it. A slight amount of whiskey and ice bleed into the fabric.

"Shit," she says under her breath. Looking directly to BWF with an expression of apology, she zips it quickly, gathers her skirts, and moves towards the kitchen following Izzy.

[Kieran Mondblume] ((Though I am willing to wait for dibs till after Amy and Jackson have had their say))

[Leon Davenport] Leon blinked a few times, eyes on Amy. Ok...now that was..well..totally crazy even for her. He actually had to look at Sarita with a brow raised as if asking her..what the hell? But he doesn't say anything, doesn't smile or anything. He was mostly, perplexed by all of this.

He had an idea why she'd ask that, but to him it dodn't seem like the right way to do things.

[Danicka Musil] Danicka, in the face of people restraining the urge to curse, of staring, of double-takes... blinks at Amunet. There's no anger, no sudden omgwtfbbq. But surprise. And definite, strong interest in hearing something other than the rumor that Balance Without Fault wants to be explained and clarified.

[Gina McClaren] *Wait - woah.. What? Gina arcs her back away from Matt, squinting at the better bred strider kin across the room. Expression caugt between disgust and disbeleif. She looks up to Matt meaningfully, as if to say "Didn't I tell you? Crazy. Every fucking one of them." That flask gets retrieved and sampled from once more.*

[Amunet Knezevic] "Okay. So" She takes a deep breath. Remember what Stefan said, Ames...

"First of all, it was an idea that was being batted around. Just that. I'm unsure why everyone seems content to run around asking everyone else why I'm doing what I'm doing, but that seems to be the trend. It was considered, it was discussed, and nothing has been done. There's no reason for anyone to assume that it's moving forward.

As for being secretive and not wanting Garou involvement in the alliance, that is simply not true. The Shadow Lord Nathalie has offered her assistance, and I have taken her up on that. I'm not hiding anything. I'm not trying to exclude anyone that would benefit the alliance."

She gestures toward the departing Bridget. "She wants to talk, but she wasn't there for the conversation. She's referring to Adara, the Fury. She asked to be included in the alliance, and when reminded it was a kinfolk alliance, she compared it to the KKK. Jackson was there for the conversation. I'm sure he can back me up. My issue with allowing her to be part of this isn't that she's Garou, it's that she's a shitty excuse for a Garou."

[Quinn] [dibs!]

[Wyrmbreaker] [Dibs is Jackson, Kieran, Quinn right now -- though BWF might cut in line at some point!]

[Quinn] [WHOOPS! That was supposed to be Joey!]

[Amunet Knezevic] [I'm assuming she'll be asked to explain that....]

[Wyrmbreaker] [joey --> jackson --> kieran]

[Kieran Mondblume] ((And Ki gives up his dibs.)) *He lowers his hand again, and then he goes back to listening.*

[Honor's Compass] [Damn it, now Kate has to speak up. SORRY.]

[Wyrmbreaker] [kate --> joey --> jackson --> kieran]

[Matthieu] His eyes meet Gina's own and he looks back at the kin though he doesn't nod. His eyes say enough and he reassures her with a slight pat to the small of her back. Though the Galliard doesn't wish to appear as if he isn't listening and taking in every word. Indeed he was listening to everything that was said. Formulating an opinion on each and every personality that shows itself here tonight.

[Izzy Montoya] She's not long. Long enough to have a shot and pour a second that she brings with her, in time to hear that it was just an idea being bat around, without nay explanation whatsoever. Her jaw tenses, and she finds a space of wall to lean against, setting the glass on the table and lighting another cigarette.

[Jackson Montgomery] [[Officially voicing a request to try to keep a bit closer to the 10 minute posting limit that was established for Dibbers.]]

[Honor's Compass] Katherine's eyes cut toward Amy.

"That is the second occasion I have heard, and the first directly from your lips of insult to Song of Life, Amunet. I do not care who you believe you are, who your mate is or how valid your cause -- you will pay the respect due to a Garou or you will be sending your mate to every door in the Sept to make amends for your mouth.

I said it before, I say it again.

Respectful disagreement."

[Bridget Geroux] Bridget returns soon after, patting at her skirt with a towel. She passes Izzy and takes her seat again, then offers her hand up to speak for the second time.

[Bridget Geroux] [Dibs when it gets her direction]

[Kora] Kora does not glance at Amunet. Her dark eyes track Izzy, though, as she weaves through the room. Then, the creature glances back at Nash. Fine blond brows arch eloquently over her shadowed eyes. Restlessness runs patterned beneath her skin. Even standing still she looks ready to prowl.

[Wyrmbreaker] [joey --> jackson --> kieran --> bridget]

[August Grant] Even though she really, really wanted to be here for this lovely conversation - the pregnant girl's bladder could only hold out so long. So, carefully enough, she made her way to the ladies room .. and then to the kitchen, where she'd find a snack and linger in the door for a moment eating before returning to her chair.

[Joey] The magic eight ball starts to head toward another kin, but the Fostern Rotagar indicates the need for an interception. It goes to Kate first, and when it gets to Joey, she palms it, and inclines her head toward Amy.

"Just t'clarify, this idea," she reaches up her free hand to pantomime air quotes, "was brought to the elders 'cause you'd already gone at least to Burnout lookin' for a volunteer. And when I talked to you about it, everything you said told me you were set on goin' through with it, despite warnings and consequences.

"So you're not bein' called out on it just 'cause someone's followin' some sort've trend."

The eight ball is passed on.

[Kieran Mondblume] ((Ki actually gave up his dibs.))

[Amunet Knezevic] [dibs after bridget, please]

[Wyrmbreaker] [jackson --> bridget --> amunet!]

[Jackson Montgomery] He takes the 8=Ball and steps forward. "Just to provide my own perspective on this idea. Which, at least when we discussed it, was just an idea. It was brainstorming possibilities, nothing more. Amunet asked me, since I was a film student, if there was a way for us to be able to film...not a Garou beating the tar out of a kinfolk, Amy or otherwise. But potential sparring sessions. The reason for this would be that, if we were in a situation where combat was inevitable, we'd be more capable. This wasn't 'Beat the shit out of me and film it and you'll know what it's like to be in a fight. Hell, a Garou could spar with someone in homid and we could film that. These specifics weren't even gone over because it was one three minute portion of one much longer discussion.

"The key was, and what we were discussing, was that if it was done, it would have to be done securely. No internet access to the video. Not multiple copies floating around. Again, this was a big if, and I felt it was conceivably possible, if not a sure thing. No one was setting up sets or anything like that, I wasn't figuring out lighting and camera angles or what lens to use. As near as I knew, Amunet was checking with Garou to see if there would even be volunteers, because if not the rest didn't even matter.

He frowns. "If there was some kind of telephone situation where it wasn't properly communicated, then there you have it. But the idea was far saner and far more brainstorming than that I just heard. Obviously the Veil was our first concern and what we were discussing before any considerations came into play."

[Hunter] [hunter taking dibs after bridget, before amunet]

[Gina McClaren] *Gina's taking a fourth shot. Amazing how much alcohol can disappear into the little Indian woman in so short a period of time. The flask's cap clinks metallic and resolute as its popped on tightly. Flask itself handed to Leon, a flat palm held up, then making an abrupt cutting motion. The fuzziness in her stomach and the hazy tingle behind brown eyes told her anymore would loosen her tongue, and no one wanted that tonight. So the woman who was rapidly becoming a lush entrusts her fire water to the Glasswalker , before settling back against the Silverfang's comforting hand. Her eyes slip firmly shut.*

[Balance Without Fault] [bridget --> hunter --> amunet]

[Bridget Geroux] "That reminds me when Carter took your injuries last time. We all asked you about the bruises and you wouldn't answer. I let it go because you seemed uncomfortable, but if I thought for a second you might want someone to beat you up... What the hell, Amy? How do you expect to display leadership among us with... whatever is going on?"

She stops and shakes her head. "I'm sorry, Amy. That got a bit too personal. But when I saw you talking to Song of Life, I just couldn't hear it anymore. By the way, she has shown nothing but the utmost respect for my crazy ass ways and was one of the very few Garou who has encouraged me to keep doing my work rather than some Garou who have discouraged me from it. Maybe they've done it because they cared, but she is one of the few Garou I'd be more than willing to invite to my own house just to shoot the shit. I respect and admire the hell out of the Garou who treat kinfolk-- even those not of their tribe-- like the family we are. Family might be my whole grievance in the first place."

"My other issue with the alliance is, like Danicka repeated earlier, that it is too jealously guarded, even from other kinfolk. My father, Meuric 'Bear' Geroux for those of you who care about the formality, used to tell me all the time how Septs grow weaker when not even the kinfolk can rely on one another as family."

[Leon Davenport] He looked at Gina with a grin and took the flask out of her hand, making it disapear in his suit's jacket. He nodded to her, letting her know it will be returned to her eventually. Not that it wasn't a big deal if she had something of hers. She had something of him.

So it was with familiarity that he gently nudge her before looking back at those talking.

[Bridget Geroux] [First part got cut off:]
Bridget looks towards Amy with raised eyebrows as she takes the 8 ball, an expression of genuine concern.

[Balance Without Fault] [hunter's up, then amunet, then BWF is taking the ball]

[Hunter] [oh shit browser didn't refresh gimme a minute]

[Danicka Musil] At the bar, Danicka glances at the door, wondering about her mate, and frankly about Carter. She sips her water and returns her attention to the discussion. There's no lightly thoughtful look on her face now. She's quite serious. Bordering, in fact, on visibly tense.

[Hunter] The eight ball gets grasped in one meaty palm and he doesn't stand to speak.

"Amy came to me first I believe, out of any Garou, sayin' she wanted me to do it. I explained this to her at the time but I'll repeat it because it seems ya' don't quite get it Jackson."

A beat.

"For starters, Amy squarin' off vs me in any form is just gonna be a beatin' plain n' simple. That's just all there is to it. Secondly from what I was told the purposes for doin' this was so that kinfolk could get some expertise on how to fight against a fuckin' spiral -- scuse ma language -- n'that she'd want me to fight her not just in human form.

Now I don't know what ya' know bout' spirals but fightin' ya' is about the last thing they're gonna do. It won't be in human form, so sparrin' vs me in homid ain't gonna teach ya' shit. It won't be to kill ya' n'I don't think I need to -- nor should I try to, or am adequately able to -- express just what they'd be tryin' to do.

The flaws of this video been pointed out by my Beta quite clearly to Amy, but from where I stand there's some seriously misguided ideas based on the fact that ya' thought that me puttin' a kin near death would actually help anyone learn anythin' of value against that group'a devils."

There's a beat and then:

"The fact that ya' thought me doin' that could help is, quite frankly, god damn insultin'."

[Kora] (going to bed folks. Kora's still around looking restless and pregnant. Jamie has my permission to NPC her and directions for certain circumstances, cheers!)

[Balance Without Fault] [amunet-->BWF!]

[Amunet Knezevic] "I didn't want to shame the Trueborn that gave me the bruises, Bridget. No one knew that he was going to heal them, and I certainly didn't seek him out to do it.

And again, Bridget, you don't know the whole story. Good for you that you get along with her. I don't, and I have solid reasons why that is the case.

HOW am I being secretive? What kinfolk have I turned away? I don't understand how not ramming an alliance down the kin's throat turns into me being secretive. Explain."

She flinches when Hunter speaks, eyes searching out anywhere to rest on but him. Her fingers run in her hair again, then move to scratch between her shoulder blades. "Fucking funny how you tell her fucking everything except the shit you're ashamed of"

[Bridget Geroux] [Dibs if offered]

[Izzy Montoya] She felt Kora's eyes on her, but she doesn't meet her gaze. Not yet. Not right away. In fact, it's not until Hunter's clarifying that her gaze snaps up again, and there's something.. something there. Something in dark eyes that's clearly...

...well. Of all here, only Kora knows and only with passing details. Izzy tightens her hand around the drink, and pushes from the wall. She takes a step forward, and then shakes her head. Then, when she finally looks up and meets Kora's gaze, her teeth audibly grind, and she turns, sets the drink down and heads to the door.

and if there's a muttered curse or ten, well. No one who knows her is surprised.

[Balance Without Fault] [bwf is taking the ball!]

[Hunter] There's a moment where Hunter simply stares at Amy with his jaw firmly set and then? He looks away, relaxes in his seat as much as the -- sometimes high strung -- Ahroun could ever relax under such conditions.

[Prayers to Broken Stone] Prayers to Broken Stone has been lounging against a wall in his hoodie; arms folded over his chest; sniffing every now and then as if he had a cold. There's been a beer bottle in one of his hands fairly steadily and at some point; he'd excused himself to raid the kitchen; he returns now, to discussion of beatings and video tapes and something about Hunter being ashamed.

He bites a hunk out of his sandwich, and shuffle-excuses his way back to his little spot like that annoying late-comer at the movies who blocks out the screen as the heroine and her man get it on finally.

[Balance Without Fault] "Enough." Balance takes the ball back. "I don't want to dwell on this longer than we have to. This is not a public lynching. I'll say this, and then we move on.

"Amunet, videotaping a Garou is a very bad idea. Videotaping a Garou in non-Homid form is a worse idea. Asking a non-homid Garou to attack you so you can videotape is insanity. I realize this was a brainstorm. But that sort of idea should never even come to your mind. Not simply because of the threat to the Veil, but because it tells me that you genuinely believe with enough training a kin would have options against a Dancer in warform beyond running.

"Izzy Montoya mentioned earlier that you were going to get people killed. I'm starting to see her point.

"Let me be very clear on this: you can train if you want to. You can learn first aid, you can learn self defense. If the Warleader judges you capable, we are even willing to entertain the idea of an elite kin squad assaulting light targets to support their Garou brethren. But you are not equipped to fight a Garou in warform. If you're so unlucky as to be caught by one, you should run. And you should teach your friends to run -- not lull them into some misguided idea that they might be able to fight and win."

Balance's fingers tap restlessly on the eightball for a moment. Then he goes on:

"I want to move on to discussion the coalition, its leadership, and the idea of establishing a Garou-kin liaison to maintain an open line of communication between the kin and Garou of this Sept. Before we get there, I just have two more questions:

"Bridget, you mentioned something about a Garou forbidding you from something you want to do. Be more specific. What do you speak of?

"And Amunet, you accuse Hunter of not speaking of something he's ashamed of. What are you speaking of?"

[Bridget --> then Amunet, unless she rejects it!]

[Kieran Mondblume] *He looks back to Hunter at that, and he sighs deeply. Looking back to Amy. And then back to BWF. Again watching. He wants to speak, but the words are not coming easily, it seems, so he keeps his mouth shut.*

[Matthieu] Matthieu watches in preparation for Amunet's response. The Galliard was standing ready and keeping his attention on every word that would come out of the Kin's mouth.

[Gina McClaren] *Curiouser and Curiouser. Gina's eyes slowly open, and her gaze rests on Hunter, expression inquiring, her head tilted to the side. Not unlike a german shepard trying to puzzle out an algebra equation.

That is to say - hopelessly lost.

She looks from Leon and Matt back to Hunter, as though she might figure out whats shaking through some sort of elaborate half drunk social triangulation.*

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] The Strider is watching with the most intense look of concentration anyone's ever seen on her face. It is focused on her sister and the Grand Elder. It could be because she's curious--tense?--to see what might be said, or it could be because she's not wanting to look at certain individuals who might raise her ire. Her expression is pained. It's clear to anyone who might look at her that although her protectorate obligations are over with, it certainly doesn't mean that she doesn't care. She knows how her sister must feel right now, what this is like for her, because she knows Amy so well.

She would rather it be her in that place instead of Amy, being questioned and having doubt heaped on by others.

[Bridget Geroux] Bridget fidgets with the ball when it comes her way, taking a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Amy, if that got a bit too personal. Catch me later if you want."

She continues quickly. "I have on a few occasions been told by several Garou. Forgive me, but one didn't tell me his name. The other was Simon, who I think expressed concern over my well being. I should explain. The Sept I am from is in the Rockies, in the middle of nowhere. I'm not boasting, but I know I'm a skilled survivalist. It feels unnatural going for so long in the city without getting some fresh air. But on several occasions, without explanation, I've been discouraged from going outside of the city to... do my thing."

The Fianna kin continues, "I don't understand what the difference is if I'm alone in the city or in the woods. I can handle myself just fine out there, and I've gone out there on several occasions on my own before Simon and some others told me I shouldn't."

[Balance Without Fault] "And that's all you're doing? Just going into the woods to ... hike?"

He tosses the ball back.

[Leon Davenport] His shift position slightly, watching Amunet, glancing at Sarita and then Hunter. What will Amy say? He hoped that Amy will decide not to tlk. For herself, for Hunter and maybe for him. He wasn't sure what Amy meant, what Hunter did or didn't do., but somethings were sad that didn't make him entirely comfortable

Thongs has been dealt with and he had no intention to have them brought back to the forefront.

[Bridget Geroux] Bridget catches it, "No. I hunt. I check the trails, get familiar with the landscape. Sometimes, I stay out there for quite a while with little or no supplies. It's... no different from what I did back home."

[Derek Anderson] (*things has been dealt..)

[August Grant] {Alright, gotta get to bed - August will stay through the meeting with the other Coggies. Night all.)

[Danicka Musil] [Night! Thanks for playing!]

[Prayers to Broken Stone] [Patrick will take a break from eating to pipe in at some point RE: Bridget.]

[Bridget Geroux] [Add: check the landscape, figure out the flora and fauna.]

[Balance Without Fault] "I see no harm in that. Patrick, you represent the Fianna. What do you think?"

Lob.

[Bridget Geroux] Bridget seems quite pleased with BWF's comment, but waits on Patrick's response.

[Hunter] [if anyone wants a description post of hunter's appearance etc right now let me know otherwise I'm just chillin' LOL]

[Nash] [I don't think I'll survive without one.]

[Rosie] Rosalie has been very quiet. Nothing more than another small body among a wealth of very well bred kin and Garou. While the conversation continues between the primary parties, the kin slips her fingers inside the front pocket of her jeans and removes her cell phone. She is quiet and unobtrusive while her fingers move quickly over the Qwerty keyboard.

[Balance Without Fault] [angelina, since your post is pretty separate from this business with Bridget, you might wanna start pre-writing!]

[Hunter] [AHAHAHA, gina just got a trillion empathy suxx ;((( ]

[Prayers to Broken Stone] Prayers to Broken Stone sets his beer down and catches the eightball the way a baseball player might; both hands. He's finishing chewing his sandwich as he goes and holds up a finger briefly to swallow, then thump himself over his chest to help work it down.

Brushing crumbs from his mouth, the intensely-blue eyed Galliard of Last Watch speaks simply, without intention for pretty wording.

"Thanks, man -- Rhya, man. Uh, look I know Bridget fairly well. I think I can say with an attempt at authority she's not insane, girl can hold her own when fist comes at face. I have no problem with her hiking in the woods. I think of some of the Kinfolk here, no respect really, but I think of them, she'd do pretty well.

So, yeah."

He nods at the Fiann, and lobs off the eightball.

[Kieran Mondblume] ((And I am passing out. The coughing has not ceased, so whatever he might say in response I can wait on for now, I think.))

[Prayers to Broken Stone] [no.. DISrespect. Hooboy.]

[Jackson Montgomery] [[Jackson: *Pitches a fit and storms out weeping*]]

[Nash] When his phone buzzes in his pocket, he does not whip it out to see who it is while still in the midst of the meeting. He hears it, and quietly steps out from between Holden and Kora to find some sort of an exit. Being as he's never been in here before, it takes a moment before he realizes the kitchen is through the swinging doors and manages to make it that way, moving at an unhurried pace, keeping his right arm held to his ribs.

Whatever he sees when he ends up in the kitchen makes him laugh, and then the door swings shut behind him.

[Amunet Knezevic] She catches the ball, eyes on BWF and nowhere else. "I understand that it's a bad idea, Rhya. I put more stock into Laughs in the Face of Death Rhya's words than was evident at the time. I assure you, the idea had been abandoned long before this meeting."

Her teeth catch the corner of her bottom lip for a moment, before her head shakes. "I apologize for the comment. To both you and Burnout Rhya as well. It wasn't about anything pertinent to the discussion or the Nation, just something that my brother and I should discuss at a later time"

[Rosie] Blue eyes sweep over Amunet's face but what - if anything - she's thinking at that moment are not completely obvious. Her fingers ghost over her phone before she slides it closed and stands from her chair where she'd been sitting. There's a quiet apology given to those seated nearest her before she edges away and manoeuvres a path through the proper area and into the kitchen.

[Balance Without Fault] [crap -- this goes in before Amunet -- ]

"I'd add only two admonishments to that. First: I'd keep that sort of solitude to a minimum until the kinhunter business has passed. You'll be easy pickings on your own, miles from anyone else. Second: I hope to Gaia you're hunting rabbits and deer, not Wyrm creatures."

[Amunet Knezevic] [*scootches back to make room*]

[Prayers to Broken Stone] Patrick watches as one by one, Kinfolk slip into the kitchen. He cranes his neck.

"What is there some secret door I don't know of back there?" He calls at random, then grimaces in a 'my bad' way if looked at sharply for speaking out of turn. He does gesture at the kitchen to others though, in a what gives manner.

[Bridget Geroux] Bridget shakes her head at that. "Oh, god no. I'm not that much of a moonbrain."

[Derek Anderson] He lean against the wall, listening, not talking. He has been one of the few Kin who didn't speak up and was still there. And he wasn't going to leave until the meeting was over. He was Silver Fang and he would do things properly. Beside, it was somewhat interesting. He learned a few things, watching everyone, listening.

He offered Rain and August a smile as both kin were obiosuly tired, August understandably so, being prengant and all. He will offer her andEla a ride home after the meeting and Rain too, unless she leaves with one of Kora's people

[Gina McClaren] *Dark eyes slide from Hunter to his Fenrir Packmate. Flick to Gina's kinfolk tribesmate. Tipsy kin contemplative as she rests against Mirror's Whisper, considering the garou of Defiance a moment longer. Leon's tenseness is sensed in a peripheral, instinctive manner, and dealt with just as naturally. Gina tugs his shirt-sleeve in a gesture of comradery, before settling back in to listen. She'd leave to go to "work" once the meeting was over.*

[ok! I have got to sleep or I'm just going to start typing "Ale-Alejandro Ale Alejandrooo" over and over again. Or something equally inane. Good Night folks! Have fun!]

[Joey] [Do I want to know what's going on in the kitchen? curiositah!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Balance Without Fault] [night!]

[Joey] It's the laughter that has Joey looking back toward the kitchen, as the Fenrir kinsman disappears behind the swinging door. And it's Patrick calling attention to it that has her curiosity piqued.

But this meeting is srs bznz. Joey manages to contain that desire to know. At least for now.

[Balance Without Fault] [typing, folks! sorry it's taking a while!]

[Balance Without Fault] Balance considers Amunet a moment, then nods. "Fair enough. Let's move on."

A moment's pause, reflective. Then Balance takes another drink of water, sets the eightball down beside him, and speaks.

"I think we got somewhere tonight. I think we addressed a lot of concerns, some minor and some major, that needed to be talked about. That said, I think there's still a lot up in the air, and it's pretty evident that we need a more permanent mode of communication between the kin and the Garou of this Sept.

"I'm taking a page from my tribesmen in southern California. I'm hereby creating two new offices in this Sept: a Sept liaison amongst the kin, and a Kin liaison amongst the Garou. Their task is simple. They represent the kin and the Garou, respectively, and they interface with each other to make sure there's an open line of communication at all times.

"If a kin has an issue that requires the attention of the Garou, bring it to the Sept Liaison. He or she is the voice of the kin in this Sept. Whatever the issue, the Sept Liaison is in charge of speaking to the appropriate Tribal Alpha to find a resolution, or -- if it's a matter that affects all the Garou -- the Kin Liaison. The Sept Liaison is also tasked with passing critical information from the kin to the Garou. I will consider allowing the Sept Liaison to stand witness at the Crackings of the Bone, though I want to hear the Philodox Elder's opinion on protocol and precedent first.

"In complement, the Kin Liaison will attend coalition meetings -- primarily as a listener, but also as a voice for the Garou when necessary. The Kin Liaison will have a direct line to me and the other Sept and Tribal Elders as necessary. It's also my hope that the Kin Liaison will have the basic leadership skills necessary to independently handle minor issues.

"Now, as to who will fulfill these roles -- Mirror's Whisper, you spoke earlier of your pack's role. It seems to me that you're ideally suited to our Kin Liaison. If you're willing, the job is yours."

[Wyrmbreaker] It's in the middle of Balance's speech that the door opens and Wyrmbreaker slips back in. He takes his seat by Danicka again. He looks a little worn out, but -- rather glad, surprisingly.

There's no blood on him anywhere. He takes his mate's hand as he sits, squeezes it once, and then turns to pay attention to the Grand Elder.

[Amunet Knezevic] Her breath catches and holds. There is absolutely no doubt how much she desires to be named to the newly formed position.

[Bridget Geroux] Bridget pays a glance to Amy, her face grows concerned. Her eyes flick back to Balance Without Fault as she backs away towards the bar, making herself less obtrusive. Bridget won't touch that with a ten foot pole unless someone beat her with it and tied it to her arms.

[Wyrmbreaker] [sorry to wreck your transcript, unbrokenites, but!

Lukas caught up to Carter outside and offered him the choice between getting exiled and going voluntarily into house arrest for a month. Carter agreed to house arrest, so he'll be shacking up at the Loft. Sorry, Kate!

Lukas also stipulated that he'll have a stormcrow following him around, and that he's only allowed to be at the Loft and immediately surrounding areas or at work. If he wants a guest over, he has to get Kate's permission.

Carter wanted to continue training kin, so Lukas said he'd ask Kate if it was okay for Carter to use the rumpus room. If not, Lukas will find him a dojo or something.

/end transmission!]
to Danicka Musil, Honor's Compass, Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Honor's Compass] [I'm typing!]

[Danicka Musil] [Sinclair sez: HAHAHA HOPE YOU GUYS ARE HAVING FUN OUT THERE WITH THE KINFOLK DRAMUHZ. I'M GOING TO TIJUANA TOMORROW TO GET FIREWORKS FOR MY BIRTHDAY. WERD.]
to Honor's Compass, Sarita Ecos de la Risa, Wyrmbreaker

[Matthieu] He nods his head back at Balance without Fault and his smile shows."Thank you, I should like that my pack serve as a representative not only of the Garou but as a display of what the Garou and Kin can accomplish together. I would proudly accept the role as I would never wish our kin in this sept to go without a voice. They are the heart of our society and I should like that we can repair any rifts between us soon enough."He smiles and looks to the other Kin present.

[Honor's Compass] Honor's Compass has been frowning in consideration for some time as discussion and debate wore on; when Balance Without Fault calls for her opinion on the matter of a Kinfolk standing in attendance at the Moots, she stirs and tosses a wave of silky gold hair over a shoulder; taking hold once more of the ball.

"I see no true issue with the appointed Kinfolk Liaison attending Moots within reason. I do not believe that unless they have matters to bring forward, they need be present and when they are, it would be my advice, Rhya, that they speak only when other matters have been addressed -- unless there is reason why they should speak before the collected Garou.

I would further suggest that bearing in mind whoever gains this position, that their tribal Alpha be held responsible for their safety and conduct during appearances at our Moots."

[Honor's Compass] [Kate has no issue with the naughty Kinfolk being chained to her house. She has a free room available for him, chains optional.

She'll provide him with a spare key and inform him he is welcome to make use of the rumpus space as long as he's respectful to Kate's other guests and knows if he steps out of line she'll put him down.]
to Danicka Musil, Sarita Ecos de la Risa, Wyrmbreaker

[Balance Without Fault] [dibs list: kate --> BWF!]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [Sarita says: "Long as I don't have to dodge gunfire for using all the hot water in the shower, sounds like a plan." Though she's super-distracted at the moment, too.]]
to Danicka Musil, Honor's Compass, Wyrmbreaker

[Danicka Musil] [Sinclair sez: WEEE-OOO. TEQUILAAA.]
to Honor's Compass, Sarita Ecos de la Risa, Wyrmbreaker

[Balance Without Fault] [i'm an idiot, it wasn't refreshing.]

[Balance Without Fault] Balance Without Fault listens to Katherine; it's readily apparent that her word is carefully attended to and weighed. Nodding, he takes the eightball back.

"Fair enough. The Sept Liaison may attend the Cracking of the Bone as a witness. He or she may speak if and only if they have a valid concern to bring forth on behalf of all the kin. The tribal Alpha of this kin is held responsible for the Sept Liaison's safety and conduct.

"With that said, I'll consider nominations for the Sept Liaison now."

[Hunter] [dibs]

[Hunter] Hunter takes the eight ball for the second time tonight and by the way he keeps glancing over his shoulder at the kitchen it's probably going to be the last time.

"Let me just say Amy's eager if nuthin' else. She wants to help n'despite all that's been said tonight, I think her hearts in the right place which is more than can be said for some kinfolk.

In saying that, I spoke with Imogen Slaughter, she's agreed to step in and help out the cause that Amy's started n'I think we'd all be fools not to consider her for nomination. She couldn't be here tonight cause she's cleanin' up the mess one'a our kind left behind, but I think she'd do this if it were offered to her."

The way he looks at Amy is apologetic if anything, but having said his piece, he hands the eight ball on.

[Bridget Geroux] Bridget makes her way quietly over to Patrick, then leans over and whispers something quietly to her Tribal Elder. It is the briefest of moments before she touches his shoulder and retreats into the kitchen.

[Nash] [Oh shit I'm supposed to be proxying for Liz/Kora!

Yes. Dibbage --> seconding of Hunter's nomination of Imogen for Kora.]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[DIBS]]

[Amunet Knezevic] Just remember, some people there will be skeptical. Some may even try to show that you is not ready by trying to entice your anger. Do not let them bait you.

She brushes her hair back, putting on her very best poker face. It got them out of San Antonio unscathed, it can sure as fuck get her out of this meeting with at least a shred of dignity.

[Balance Without Fault] [go ahead, sarita - jamie was just OOCing it!]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Sarita takes the 8-Ball. And believe it or not, she actually considers the thing for a moment before she speaks.

"I really like this idea of Kin and a Sept Liasons. It's thinking outside the box, which is something our people don't do often enough. And it's my job...the job of all of my Auspice...to encourage thinking outside of the box, finding new ways to make the war work. This is exactly one of those things, so I'm a fan."

"As to who...I've heard great things about Imogen. I have absolutely no doubt that they're true. But I don't know her. I've never met her, or seen her around the Brotherhood during my admittedly short time here. That's not saying she's negligent, and certainly I'm not here all the time. But we have a lot of kin that come in and out of here. Even the amount of time I've been here, I've seen a lot come and go. We need someone who's regularly in contact with the kin and has their ear to the ground, and has ideas. Maybe not always the best of ideas, but that's part of why they'll be working with others, Garou AND Kin. Getting the right ideas pushed forward, and the well-meaning but not well thought-out ones squashed. Which, to be honest, seems to be what's been happening."

She twirls the magic 8-Ball like a basketball for a moment, staring at it, then looks up. "Amunet's done the legwork. She's got her ear to the ground, and she's got the drive. She's got the right ideas, even if some of the wrong are there too sometimes, and she's willing to listen and hear other people's opinions, take them into account, and learn from what hasn't worked to make the right things work better. I think she's the right person for the job."

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[spins on her finger. Y'know, Harlem Globetrotter style. Since "twirls" don't make no sense. :P]]

[Joey] [Dibs!]

[Danicka Musil] [Dibs, as well.]

[Balance Without Fault] [joey --> danicka]

[Joey] Joey holds out her hands for the magic eight ball, catches it easily if it gets tossed her way. Before she speaks, she grins at her auspicemate, would tip her hat if she were wearing one.

"My associate raises some good points. As for stickin' around, Imogen's a rock. She's been here since long before I got here, an' I'm pretty sure she'll still be standing' when the world's finally fallin' to pieces. That said," she tosses the eight ball from one hand to the other, "Sarita's right. She'd be a good candidate an' all, but she's not here. She's out there, helpin' clean up after our messes, but still.

"So how 'bout someone who is?" Holding the magic eight ball with one hand, once again she uses it to point, this time to the Shadow Lord kinswoman by Lukas' side. "I suggest Danicka. She's been around a long while, an' though I don't know 'er much beyond her reputation, she's always been nice an' respectful." When it seems the woman in question would like the ball next, Joey doesn't toss it directly to her. Remembering the earlier incident, she instead lobs it underhand to Lukas.

[Joey] [oh god random apostrophe should make that "standin'" please don't mistake her for Hunter!]

[Wyrmbreaker] Lukas catches the eightball and, since he has it anyway, speaks up.

"I second that," he says, "and not because she's my mate. Because she's spoken sense every time she opened her mouth. Because she's respected by the spirits, and pays them respects in return. And because a year ago she did the legwork and set up a coalition before handing it over to the leadership of another kin -- who promptly disappeared.

"She's proved herself. If she wants the job," and he looks at Danicka for a moment here, considering, "I'd listen to her."

He passes it over to her.

[Matthieu] [I need to AFK a little bit hopefully Matt isn't needed for the next half hour!]

[Balance Without Fault] [see you in a bit dude!]

[Joey] [it's so weird seeing "dude" next to BWF's name]

[Jackson Montgomery] [['Homey' would have been even better.]]

[Honor's Compass] [CAN KATE SPEAK. ...oops, capsrage.]

[Balance Without Fault] [danicka's got it, unless kate wants to snatch it out of her hands!]

[Honor's Compass] [*steeples fingers* ...okay, not really. But Kate does want to add something.]

[Nash] [Rage, rage against the locking of the caps.]

[Balance Without Fault] [Fencing Fox just IMed me to check on the proceedings. She wants to say Daoi would have been present, but she has to go to work, and wanted to second either Imogen or Danicka. Also, she is vehemently against Amunet, Neda, Carter and Mickey. So. Consider her NPCed!]

[Joey] [Do not go gentle into that good caps?]

[Danicka Musil] When she initially held up her hand to signal that she'd like the 8-ball to be passed to her when it was her turn, Joey had not spoken yet. And Danicka had opinions on both Amunet and Imogen. The truth is, what she has to say about one was touched on -- but not expounded on -- by Hunter. What she had to say about Imogen has been said twice now.

And then Lukas joins in, because Joey the athlete decided not to hurl a hard plastic ball at Danicka's head, and Danicka turns her head to look at the Ahroun Elder. Those who can see past the curtain of her hair over her cheek can see quite plainly that it is, in fact, a Look.

By the time the Magic 8-Ball that is representing the right to speak uninterrupted in this gathering comes into her hands, Danicka's had to completely reform what she wants to say. Nice and respectful, the Rotagar calls her. The Rotagar who wasn't here when she lied, smiling, to the face of the woman who is now the Philodox Elder and an Adren. The Rotagar wasn't here when Danicka whipped around and reamed out a Modi in public

then promptly left town, lest he come after her. Eeek.

Danicka takes a breath. "I think Dr. Slaughter, if she's willing to do a job she doesn't yet know exists, would be a more than adequate choice. She's abrasive at best, but she's also proven herself more than any other Kin in the city. She would be capable, if not sentimental. One of the first times I met her, she turned and fired on Spirals so that the rest of us could run. As cold as she can be, it would be wrong to suggest that she hasn't proven herself willing to fight and die for all of us. As dismissive as she can be, and absence tonight notwithstanding, she holds more respect in the eyes of Garou than anyone else."

A pause. She does not address Amunet as a candidate -- either what she wants to say has already been said, or does not need to be said. "As for my own nomination, I'm flattered." A beat. She knew easily what she had to say about Imogen. It is not, however, easy for Danicka to talk about herself. Not with this many people, and so many of them Garou, listening. Not with her own reputation -- and, frankly, Lukas's -- affected by what comes out of her mouth. She takes another deep breath. "I suppose I accept. I would be honored to do my best, if chosen."

Chosen, she says. Not elected. Her eyes are on Balance Without Fault, but only meeting his for a moment before -- ever so respectfully -- dropping to his cheekbone instead. She offers the ball out to someone who can hand it to Katherine, who has lifted her hand. Danicka does not lob anything, thank you.

[Honor's Compass] Perhaps in times gone past, Lukas might tense to see his pack-mate; her pale eyes firmly fixed on his mate request permission from the Grand Elder to address their peers and other Kinfolk alike. Perhaps he'd clench his teeth in desperate hopes she was not about to open her mouth and opine about -- well, who ever knew -- but while the Silver Fang Elder studies the Shadow Lord Kinfolk nominated alongside a Fianna Kinswoman absent tonight -- she does not do so with apparent glorying malice.

Rather, there's a certain amount of quiet reflection to be had, in all honesty.

"While I respect Doctor Slaughter's capacities a great deal, I find that I do not believe, knowing her only, I admit, as passingly as I do, that she would willingly take up this position. Imogen Slaughter does not particularly revel in long periods of association around our kind.

My feeling is she endures such, as often as she may foster relationships with some." Here Katherine's eyes tick to Kora.

"So it would be my vote to elect Danicka Musil, and add that while she has suffered -- setbacks, tonight -- and needs to be more controlled in expressing her opinion, Amunet should not be ignored for this, either. She has put in considerable time and effort, and the last thing this Sept needs or wants are Kinfolk who, feeling excluded or resentful, get themselves into trouble.

Work together, please. I have seen too many Kinfolk of my tribe and without who wind up lost, gone or simply dead.

I do not wish to witness it again."

[Balance Without Fault] [any more dibbers? i'm gonna start typing.]

[Balance Without Fault] The magic eightball makes it way around the room, sometimes passed, sometimes tossed. Eventually it comes back to Balance Without Fault, who catches it with a sort of ease that suggests once upon a time he might've played ball for his highschool.

Once he has it, he turns it over in his hands for a moment. Then he looks at the kin who have, by and large, stood so silent thus far.

"This is your representative I'm choosing. Any thoughts?"

[Balance Without Fault] [i'ma give people a couple min to call dibs, and then we're rollin' on.]

[Derek Anderson] Derek watched and listened, silent. He didn't say anything or reacted to any of the nominated canditates. Whoever they chose was fine by him. After all, he doesn't need much and if something come up, well he could always reach Katherine. He was sad for those whom the old ways weren't working but it was for him.

So why change something that isn't broken? No reason. He was just there as a witness, because all kin were asked to come. And he stayed in the main area for it was disrecpectful to go awya in the kitchen while business that touched everyone was discussed.

He hasn'said anything but he had been there and won't be able to complain later if things turn out badly.

[Jackson Montgomery] Jackson looks up. "Since this is my chance to speak up...I would choose Amy. I only vaguely know Danicka, no offenser. I've been working with Amy, and so have others who weren't able to make it here. And I believe that someone who is involved with the current make-up should be doing it."

Not very wordy, but it gets his point across.

[Nash] [Thanks for the scene, all! I'm told I have to go partake in a threeway or something, idk.]

[Quinn] [I'm sorry, guys, I can't stay up any longer, I have to be up for work in a ridiculously small amount of time. Both of my PCs would stick it out until the end, and then disappear into the night. Good night!]

[Balance Without Fault] Balance lets that silence hang, his eyes moving from kin to kin, all around the room. It stretches on. It gets a little uncomfortable. It gets a lot uncomfortable. Then the Grand Elder puts the eightball down on the arm of his chair again. Stands.

"I have," he says, "the utmost respect for Imogen Slaughter. She very nearly has the renown of a Cliath Ahroun -- and it's no secret that the spirits do not pay attention to our kin as they do our Garou. To gather such a reputation under such odds is no small accomplishment, wolves and kin of the Maelstrom, and she is to be respected.

"However," he turns directly to Hunter and Kora, "it must also be said that Dr. Imogen Slaughter, while faultlessly dedicated and loyal to our cause, has never been one to involve herself too deeply in the Sept's politics. Or, as far as I could tell, one who wanted to do so. She's not here tonight because she's out there doing what she does best -- working for the cause in her own way, on her own time, without our interference. And that's fine. The work she does justifies that. Her renown stands alone.

"Bear in mind that I'm not dictating the leader of the coalition tonight. That's up to the kin, and that's yet to be decided. If you want my opinion, Imogen Slaughter would be a very fine choice. However, this role we discuss tonight, the role she's been nominated for, is one of mediation, of elbow-rubbing, of talking, of listening, of liaising. And I agree with Sarita, and with the Philodox and Ragabash Elders. She may not be suited to this. She may not even want it. She's not here to decide for herself, and I won't pin this title on her in her absence.

"On the other hand, Danicka Musil's name carries weight in this Sept. She is known for her wisdom, and for glory. She's tried before to organize the kin, and she's proven her ability tonight to speak calmly, and with sense, even in the face of controversy and dissent. I agree with the Auspice Elders who have spoken. She deserves this role, and I trust her with it.

"If you accept this duty, Danicka, it's yours."

A pause. Then he turns to the final contender.

"And that leaves Amunet Knezevic. Amunet, I agree with your sister, Sarita, and your friend, Jackson, when they say your heart is in the right place. You want this position, I can see it. You want to do well.

"I can't ignore that you've caused no small amount of controversy tonight; that some of your ideas were flawed, and others were borderline insane. I can't trust you to speak alone for the kin. Not when one kin has spoken vehemently against you; not when, at times tonight, you had trouble explaining your own actions. I'm sorry.

"But the Philodox Elder speaks with wisdom: we should reward those who try hardest. We are not," a wry nod to the Shadow Lord contingent, "a Shadow Lord Sept, that counts everything by results alone. We do not disregard heartfelt attempts, no matter how futile. After all, it might be argued our entire war is one heroic, futile attempt.

"So here's what I'll do. While Danicka Musil is the Sept Liaison -- if she's willing, and if you're willing -- you may serve as her assistant. You may appear where she does, attend what meetings she attends. You can listen, and learn. In time, if your elders feel it appropriate, you may be given duties and responsibilities of your own interfacing between Garou and Kin.

"Will you accept this duty?"

[Amunet Knezevic] She waits. There isn't anything to be said, after all, until Danicka has her say.

[Danicka Musil] A deep breath is taken before Danicka answers, and she is not surprised Amunet does not want to speak til she has. There's no need to wait for the Magic 8-Ball this time; it's done being passed around. She's sitting up straight on the barstool she chose at the start of all this, and nods. "I would be honored," she says, which is only what she said before. But this does confirm it: she's willing.

"I would be glad to work with either Dr. Slaughter or Amunet, whoever leads the coalition Amunet's reforming, as a colleague who will help me know what issues the Kinfolk need communicated to the Sept. I would also be more than happy to have Amunet as an... assistant, if she is amenable to it." There's a pause, and then she turns her head slightly, looking at Amunet. "But before you answer, I do want you to understand one thing very clearly. If you decided you wanted to assist me, I would need you to not only help me, but trust me." A beat. She stops mincing words. "And frankly, obey me. Not as an automaton, not without a voice, not without respectful discussion, but ultimately, as a subordinate. If you don't believe you are willing to place yourself in that position, then ...be my colleague only as a member of, or leader of, the coalition."

[Amunet Knezevic] He would be so disappointed in you right now...

She nods once then smiles, directing her reply to BWF and sounding a little too much like her Shadow Lord mate in her perfectly enunciated reply. "I will of course serve the Nation in any fashion that you see fit, Rhya. Thank you for the opportunity."

[Starla] Starla's still there.... despite someone going to bed, this is still happening. It ain't a dream. She blinks, looks at the proceedings that have somehow woken her up in the chair and sits and stares at all of them. The corners of her mouth twisting and flattening suddenly.

[Balance Without Fault] Balance shakes his head quietly. "It's not an order, Amunet. It's a duty that you can take up or lay down as you wish. If you want it -- if you can live with what Danicka just said, and with the boundaries I've delineated -- then it's yours.

"Otherwise, you may reject it without dishonor."

[Amunet Knezevic] Her eyes flicker to Danicka, then back. "I feel as if I should at the very least make sure that Miss Musil is up to speed on what's being worked currently. Perhaps we should revisit the question of my continuing role once the preliminary details have been addressed."

[Danicka Musil] Her brows draw together, her forehead wrinkled in a vague look of confusion, but Danicka doesn't interrupt.

[Balance Without Fault] "As you wish. If you want the role, let Danicka know. Otherwise, I hope you do continue the work you've begun -- albeit in a more moderated manner.

"Now then. Let's wrap up.

"Matthieu Mirror's Whisper, you are our Kin Liaison. I suggest you make use of your Galliard talent to announce this far and wide. Danicka Musil, you are our Sept Liaison. I'd suggest getting in touch with your fellow kin to spread the word.

"Together, the two of you are responsible for maintaining an open line of communication between Garou and kin, for keeping one another up to speed on the developments on both sides, and for being the first point of mediation in conflicts between Garou and kin. You should interact with individual Tribal Alphas, with the Philodox Alpha, with individual kin, and with each other. In dire circumstances, you may come before me, but it's my hope that you'll be able to settle most issues independently, or with the assistance of your Septmates.

"Furthermore, Matthieu, you're responsible for attending kin coalition meetings as a listener and as a voice for the Garou. Danicka, you will be present at the Cracking of the Bone as a witness and, if necessary, as a voice for the kin. Your mate will stake his honor on your conduct and safety.

"I suggest the two of you meet with each other soon after this meeting and better delineate your working relationship. Here's hoping it'll be a long one."

Addressing the gathered, then:

"If there's nothing else, wolves and kin of the Maelstrom, thank you for coming. I think we've taken significant steps forward tonight, and I'm looking forward to seeing how this kin coalition pans out. There's still food in the kitchen, if you want to take some home -- otherwise, I'll bid you a good night."

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Sarita stands and looks at the Galliard Elder. "Before you go, Matthieu...we need to talk." The look she fixes on him is a direct one. It's not angry, but there is something a bit...intense in it. "Just give me a moment."

She makes her way over to Amy, reaching out to touch the other's shoulder. "Hey..."

[Amunet Knezevic] "Hey" She smiles brightly, leaning to give Sarita a quick hug. "Thank you. That was very nice of you."

[Balance Without Fault] [hey guys, i'm bowing BWF out. thanks to everyone who stayed for the whole, 9-hour shebang! @_@ that was a lot of fun and pretty intense at times, but overall reminded me why i don't do the moots live *LOL*]

[Jackson Montgomery] Jackson waits until it looks like they're getting ready to go, and he looks up. He nods to the Trueborn around and moves to head out with his fellow Gaian kin.

[[Thanks Damon!]]

[Kyle] He's been quiet the entire time. Not that he'd have been heard clearly but he really didn't have much to say. Casually he stands and while he walks stretches out a kink from his back. Stops near Amunet and gives that casual smile but the concern in his eyes is obvious.
"You doing ok?"

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] "Oh, shut the fuck up." She grins a bit, leaning into the hug. "It wasn't nice, it was the truth." She leans in, murmuring in Spanish.

[Matthieu] Matthieu listens quietly and nods his head."I should like to speak to both Danicka and Amunet as soon as that much can be arranged. I look forward to seeing the direction this will head."

[Leon Davenport] Leon looked at Sarita when he spoke top his Alha and he grinned. He had a good idea what the Strider want to talk to him about. Well, he didn't care. There was nothing there and if hse pressed the issue, he hope Matthieu would tell her to be reasonable.

He doubted she would. "Have a good night Matthieu" he say to the Galliard and start to move away, unless his Alpha wnat him around for his talk with the Strider

[Hunter] [Hunter bailed for the kitchen awhile ago! I'm bailing now too, cya later all thanks for the scene.. or saga.. I don't think scene does it justice.]

[Amunet Knezevic] "I'm fine, Kyle. Thank you. It's good to see you again." The smile doesn't so much as flicker, turned from Kyle back to Sarita as she nods in response to whatever was said to her.

[Derek Anderson] The meeting was over, he needed to get home. He texted Kristen, asking her if she felt like joining him at his place. He bid farewell to Lukas and Katherine, as well as Danicka since she was beside the Shadow Lord Adren "Congatulation"he tell her

Sarita and Amy gets both a nod and he heads out

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She sighs a bit, looking concerned. She gives Amy a hug once more. "I need to talk to Matthieu. Let's do something in the next day or two, okay?"

[Prayers to Broken Stone] [Thanks all! If nobody needs my PCs, I'ma say they both wander out. :)]

[Amunet Knezevic] "Of course. Come by the condo." She hugs her sister, then lets her go and moves toward Stefan as he emerges from upstairs.

[Danicka Musil] Danicka nods, rather simply, to Balance Without Fault, a gesture of respect and perhaps gratitude, though not for the position so much as the trust it implies. When he closes the meeting, she slides off of her barstool and walks over to Matthieu before people can stir up and depart too quickly.

She takes a small pad of paper out of her bag and writes down her number, handing it over to him. "You can call me whenever you need to. Weekends and evenings are best, due to classes, but I'll make myself available to your schedule."

To Amunet, when she makes her way over there, she gives a small smile. "If you change your mind, let me know. But you have my contact information. It's now literally my job to make sure you and the rest of the coalition are involved, informed, and heard. So don't hesitate."

Making sure the Tribal Alphas and other Kin know how to get in touch with her and even know who she is will wait another day, though, it seems. Danicka moves back towards Lukas and, catching Katherine's eye briefly as she does so, gives the other woman a small smile, perhaps coming with a little more difficulty than the one she gave to Amunet. A small nod. The meaning there is even harder to read than the Look she gave Lukas earlier.

Katherine will understand, though. They haven't always had the best and brightest relationship, these two.

She leans over to Lukas then and exhales as she gathers up her coat, saying something quietly to him.

[Matthieu] He stands slowly and nods his head back to Sarita. His attention on her before he looks to the others."Let's go speak away from prying ears then shall we?"He asks her as he begins to lead her in the direction of the Kitchen.

[Kyle] "You're busy. I'll catch you around the tracks I guess."
Looks to both Sarita and Amunet as he casually makes his way for the kitchen to grab a snack and head up stairs.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She nods to Matthieu once Amy is gone, looking to him. "Sounds good." He moves to follow along behind him.

[Wyrmbreaker] The gathering is breaking up; Lukas catches Sarita's eye as she moves off with Matthieu. The look is -- complex. Some touch of compassion; some hint of apology; mostly, though, just a sort of recognition and acknowledgment. Of their relationships, perhaps. To each other. To their kin.

Then he's turning, bending to hear what Danicka is saying while he reaches for his own coat.

[Danicka Musil] "I think when this hits me I'm going to be very upset with you," she tells him quietly, a little wearily, with a little half-laugh of what the hell just happened?

She then gives him a peck on the cheek before she picks up her coat.
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[Wyrmbreaker] Lukas laughs at that, turning to catch that little kiss on the corner of his mouth instead.

"Maybe," he replies, quiet. "But I think you're perfect for it."
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[Wyrmbreaker] Whatever it is she says, Lukas laughs quietly; murmurs something back, then takes her coat from her and holds it while she slides into it.

Then he's lifting his own, sliding it over his shoulders. The gathering has dissipated; he nods to the few that remain as he departs with his mate.

[Danicka Musil] [Thank you guys -- those of you still in the room! For the RP. :] I honestly had a blast.]

[Wyrmbreaker] [i'm out too! thanks again, folks! i had fun too :] ]