more broho plans, grieving asha, meeting young fangs.

[Alejandro] "I agree, that would be strange." He replies cheerily. "I'm Alejandro." He repeats again as if maybe she hadn't heard him the first time.

[Nathalie Bystrov] "I know. I heard. It's nice to meet you." She looks Jocelyn over again. "Jocelyn, you have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?"

[Jocelyn Burkhard] "Like the song?"

[Nathalie Bystrov] "...Song?"

[Jocelyn Burkhard] Too many conversations at once. She blinks at Nathalie, gesturing toward the boy and half singing in the right spots.. "Uh huh. You know. Alejandro, Alejandro... something. It's a good song."

[Nathalie Bystrov] "I actually have no idea what you're talking about."

[Jocelyn Burkhard] She blinks at Nathalie, glancing to Alejandro for help.

[Alejandro] "Hah! The lady Gaga song!" He grins at Jocelyn. "Yes, just like that. Though.. that song is rather.." He blushes. "Well it's a bit naughty don't you think?"

[Jocelyn Burkhard] She has, clearly, never considered this. "Is it? I only know the name part..."

[Alejandro] "Well, it's about this woman who wants to be dancing and getting attention from all these gay nazi's or something so she has sex with these three boys and then some sort of mythical creature grants her powers so that the gay nazi's can't tell she's a woman right? So then she comes back and she's all shaved head and stuff and they dance with her!"

He gives her a confused expression which ends up being a beaming smile.

"It's very odd."

[Gabriel Ferreira] Despite his disruptive entrance, no lasting damage has been done. His voice was not loud enough to wake anyone who is used to spending a Wednesday night in the establishment, and that door, while rattled, will live to slightly impede the entrance of yet another angry Garou whose Rage is heavy as that of a Full Moon's. Beyond all that, despite the fact that he swore at her and clearly had to struggle to contain his temper, despite the fact that she ought to suffer a misandrist flareup on first contact, Song of Life takes a minute to respond to him properly.

It goes a long way to help maintain the shaky sense of calm in the kitchen, and when she tells him his brother is upstairs, relief floods through him. The visible tension in his face and shoulders dissipates, and he draws another breath to steady himself. His shoulders are back, his hands are at his sides, and that control he'd been lacking when he burst into the kitchen has been regained.

So the little bastard popped into the Umbra while they were going fifteen over the speed limit and Gabriel couldn't cross over to save either of their lives. No big deal.

"He's upstairs?" he asks, as if he hadn't heard correctly the first time. "Alright... yes, let's go."

And up they go, just in time for the Galliard and the Philodox to walk in on Seeks the Horizon's rendition of Lady Gaga's hit classic... All These Gay Nazis.

The expression on the bone-tired Philodox's face clearly reads: What the fuck?

[Adara Mires] She moved with Gabriel, her barefeet almost silent on the stairs but they are old and creak anyway. She stop at the top of the stairs and look at everyone "Well guys, I'd like you to meet Resurection. He's Alejandro's brother. REsurection, meet Jocelyn and Nathalie"

Her voice is softer now, the edge from earlier is gone. Whatever anger she might have had toward the Silver Fang is gone. Things were ok now and she was back to her calm, friendly self "And are oyu talking about Alejandro by Lady Gaga? That girl is the antichrist of music, I swear"She say shaking her head

She moved back toward the couch, inviting Gabriel to step deeper in the common room and pick a seat wherever he wanted. She sat where she was earlier, near the younger Silver Fang

[Jocelyn Burkhard] Her mouth opens, then snaps shut again. She really has no idea what to say to that.

[Alejandro] "Oh hello Gabi." He smiles at his brother, waves his hand then nods at Adara. "Yes, the song by Lady Gaga, it is a very odd music video don't you think?"

Then as an aside he half whispers (though it's no quieter than his normal voice)

"Apparently two Garou men charached in room 1, right over there!" He looks at his brother with shock and scandal on his face. "Isn't that fascinating!"

[Jocelyn Burkhard] It's back to chewing at the tie on her hat, eyes flickering to the hall and room one, then back to the boys.

[Gabriel Ferreira] A twelve-year-old girl could stand next to Alejandro and likely fit into the same classification as 'man.' The boy has an innocence about him, a purity that somehow manages to exist even with all the ridiculous claims and confessions that are coming out of his mouth, as though he could swim through a sewage line filled with all manner of unimaginable filth and taint and manage to come out on the other side unscathed and no more spiritually diminished because of it.

His brother, though, tall and devoid of baby fat, is undoubtedly male. Granted, his voice is in a tenor even when he's speaking, so he sounds younger than he actually looks, but that's really neither here nor there. He carries himself with an air of confidence, as though being the center of attention does not bother him, as though he doesn't doubt for a moment anything that leaves his mouth.

Even when he's just yelling, almost frantically, for his brother.

"I'm glad to hear you're having a good time," Gabriel says, deadpan, and walks across the room to sit or kneel or however he can get next to Alejandro, putting his hand at the back of the boy's neck in what looks, from a distance, to be a friendly brotherly gesture. His voice becomes saccarine. "You alright, man? You get the whole Other Side mapped out okay?"

[Jocelyn Burkhard] She tracks Gabriel as he moves across the room, openly watching the exchange with his brother and all but settled in with popcorn for the pending show.

[Adara Mires] She had chuckled at Alejandro's claim about room 1 "Maybe it has happened, but right now, the room is occupied by a very peculiar lady Garou. So I dout it had happened recently. Nothing to worry about" She say with a soft smile. No..same sex relations would happen most probably in her room and even then, with Kristen sleeping on the other bed, it would most likely be somewhere away from the BroHo, liek let's say..Neued's place.

Her smile grew a little as she thought about her lover. She listened to the brothers talk, passing a hand through her hair, then look at Jocelyn "You have been really quiet tonight hun, are you ok?"

[Alejandro] A hand is felt at his neck and it might look like a friendly brotherly gesture to the girls but it certainly doesn't feel like one. His face tenses up and his mouth opens in half a protest before he looks down at his lap sulkily and replies:

"Yes, I have it by memory. I haven't drawn it yet though."

He's quiet after that, except for the little look up at Gabriel, half pleading, half confused, unsure about why he's doing this to him. It only lasts a brief moment before his expression steels and he looks down again. The words from Adara aren't exactly comforting, but it doesn't seem like he needed comforting about that particular bit of spirit gossip either.

[Jocelyn Burkhard] Heeeeeeeeeeeeeey Joce. Somebody is talking to you.

She blinks at Adara, since neither of the boys were speaking to her and that leaves the Fury as the only choice.

"Huh?"

[Lukas] Air pressure suddenly bulges on their eardrums -- the equilibrium of the building rapidly offset by someone phasing into reality somewhere. There are footsteps up above. Then Lukas descends from the third story, face taut, eyes glittering. It's the first time anyone's seen him since Asha's Gathering. For some, it's simply the first time they've seen him, period.

He looks at them a moment, nods voicelessly to the newcomers, and then turns out of the common area. A moment later Room 2's door unlocks, opens, closes.

[Gabriel Ferreira] It's a sign of self-preservation that the Cub watches the largest creature in the room as he moves. A few feet diverted and he would be going for her neck, perhaps, more likely her throat. As tends to occur, there is always, without fail, something larger and meaner and deadlier lurking beyond the limits of one's sight; for right now, the taller of the males happens to be the largest, meanest, deadliest thing in the room.

Seeing that wince come across his brother's face doesn't make him let up immediately, but after a time, the larger male loosens his grip and rocks off of his haunches to stand at his full height. That's about the time that someone steps across the Gauntlet, thumping down the stairwell with grief writ onto his face, splashed in his eyes. The Rage-heavy Philodox returns the nod, eyes downcast yet head aloft, and waits until he has left the room before he plants his hands on his hips and looks to Adara.

"Was she--" A jerked chin towards Jocelyn. "--in the Umbra with my brother for long?"

[Adara Mires] She frowned at Gabriel "Who Jocelyn? No, she hasn't been there to best of my knowledge. She arrived a while before your brother did and she arrived through the entrance, the usual way" She look at him "She hasn't seen your brother until he popped in"

She look at Joce "I asked you if you were ok girl. You've been terribly quiet." She frowned and got up when she saw Lukas walking by without a word. She got up "Well people, you have jsut met Cold Victory Rhya, Shadow Lord Adren and Elder of the city. Now if you excuse me" She said to th Fangs and the cub "I might be back later"

She heaed into her room and changed into jeans and t-shirt. Meeting the Adren with sweats on and braless in a tank top wasn't really her idea of being taken seriously. She stepped out of her room in jeans, t-shirt with a bra underneat and her feet were covered with socks.

She heaed to room 2 and gently knocked on the door "Lukas?"She say softly but loud enough to be heard "I don't want to bother you, but I was wondering if I could have a few minutes of your time"

[Jocelyn Burkhard] She looks vaguely irritated. As irritated as she can, standing there all cute and vapid and wearing a kitty hat.

"I'm right here, you know. You shouldn't talk about me like I'm not in the room."

[Alejandro] "What?! I didn't--" He's cut off because Adara explains it far better than the boy sitting on the couch ever could. His eyes had followed the movements of the Shadow Lord through the common room, and he doesn't exactly seem surprised when Adara tells them what his name is, what his rank is and position in the city.

"She's right you know.." Alejandro muses, gaze drifting away from the door of room two where Adara seeks audience with the War Leader. "We shouldn't ignore her just because she's a cub Gabriel."

[Gabriel Ferreira] He doesn't whip toward her like a venomous snake, fangs bared and throat rattling: Gabriel turns his attention to her slowly, taking in her attire and her demeanor and her attitude and clenching his teeth, briefly, as he suggests what he sees. His brother is spared a brief glance to ensure that he's going to stay put, or know where he is in the event that he does not stay put, and then the boy speaks up.

They shouldn't ignore her because she's a Cub.

"I ignored her," he tells Gabriel, "because I thought she was suffering some sort of spirit world-induced madness. The noises she was making hardly qualified as speech." Although he turns to regard Jocelyn now, he still speaks as though he's solely addressing the other Cliath. "Now that it appears as though her tongue still works, maybe we can talk."

He tugs at the end of his nose before planting his hands on his hips.

"You feel I disrespected you, asking another Garou if you were mentally present rather than asking you yourself... what did she call you? Jocelyn?"

[Lukas] Lukas is barely in his room a moment before there's a knock on the door. He opens it -- the tongue catching on the jamb, shuddering the wall. The Shadow Lord is half-dressed, his jeans on, his shirt and sweater off, a fresh wound bloody and red on his shoulder.

He quirks an eyebrow at her. Then he opens the door a little wider, nodding Adara in. "What's on your mind?"

[Jocelyn Burkhard] He. Is mean.

She nods, the ears on the hat bobbing. Really, it's probably most of the reason why she wears it.

"Uh huh. Joce. Full Moon Daughter of Fenris."

Something about how she says it suggests that she may not be as dumb as she seems.

[Katherine Bellamonte] Almost, though not quite, an hour after the Adren Shadow Lord emerges from the third story there's another pop; nudging of the two walls of reality apart so a pristine white wolf can dart through. She's on the roof top of the Brotherhood in a moment; still licking her chops, shaking out her fur coat.

There's a dim glow about it that is yet to fully fade; blood splatter on the tips of fur across her chest. The blue-eyed creature lifts a paw, snuffs at its nose and with a whine shifts forms until it is a crouching woman; lovely; blond; with a dab of blood on the tip of her nose. Katherine Bellamonte flexed, rolling muscles as if she'd been forced into an awkward box for several hours. The corner of her mouth had blood on it and with a fluid movement; the Silver Fang elder straightened and shook a handkerchief from a pocket.

It was dedicated.

She wiped her nose, mouth and shook back her hair. Then she pulled open the doors leading to the ceiling and began to descend them.

[Adara Mires] She watches him for a moment "Are you ok Rhya?"She ask eyes on the wound

"And when I said I needed your time, it doesn't have to be right away. I know it's pretty late so we can do that another time. I just wanted to set said time. I've spoken with Rain of Brass Petals and most of the defence strategy is set. I wanted your opinion before making it official.

Also since you're here, I want to express my condoleances for your and your packmates's loss. I never met Asha but the loss of any one of us is always a tragedy. Also the task you asked of me this weekend, has been compelted MOnday. I met with Hunter and Joey and told them a story that seemed to have helped them"

She was looking at him, not directly in the eyes mind you. Her tone polite, respectful, yet confident. He was imposing, he was powerful but she wasn't quivering. She gave him simply the respect he deserved.

[Gabriel Ferreira] [Did AIM die? If so, Nomey, are you posting again? I'm waiting on you.]

[Alejandro] "Gabriel they're really nice here." He says to his brother with that tone of his that suggests he means a lot more than he's saying. They're of equal rank these two brothers, but it's obvious that the Theurge is not an Alpha, doesn't have the experience of hardships in his life to make him as such. His brain hasn't even finished fully developing.

Eyes swivel to Jocelyn and he smiles at her again.

"We are both pleased to meet you."

[Lukas] Almost as soon as Adara is in the room Lukas has turned away, sliding the top drawer of his dresser open. Effortlessly hard, that tug on the handle -- the drawer bangs to the end of its track. He pulls out a box of squarecut gauze, some medical tape. As Adara asks if he's all right, Lukas glances at her, a flick of pale blue. Laughs under his breath.

"Of course I am," he says, almost dismissive. "This isn't even worth a talen. It'll be gone by this time tomorrow."

There's a stillness when Adara mentions his packmate: the Shadow Lord's capable hands stilling on the box, the bandage, the scissors, the tape. Then he resumes smoothly, cutting out a piece of gauze large enough to fit the wound.

"Thank you," he says quietly. "It's appreciated. Tell me the strategy you and Brass Petals came up with."

[Jocelyn Burkhard] "He seems pleased."

Her nose wrinkles a little, but she gives Alejandro another semi crooked grin.

[Gabriel Ferreira] Age doesn't mean a great deal in comparison to rank. It's a number, like anything else, but rank comes with it stories, tales, actions and histories that make up the entirety of a Garou's experience here in the war. What makes Gabriel and Alejandro equal is not their age, but that they have attained the same rank. In some respects, it matters that Alejandro reached it faster, that he is closer to the next rank than his elder brother, yet in many, it does not. What matters in this instance is that Jocelyn has no rank.

Some Garou treat 'Cub' as a pejorative.

His equal, this stranger who shares his blood, tells him the people are really nice here, and he needn't say any more. Gabriel takes a heavy breath, then reaches into the pocket of his dress shirt to extract a smart phone that his player knows too little about to describe in any detail. It tells time. He reads the time, then rolls his shoulders with a crackle and looks back to Jocelyn.

"I meant no disrespect," he tells her, as though there is a gun to his head. "Forgive me."

To his brother, he says, "I'm going to go find us a play to stay." There is no point telling him to stay put, or text him when he leaves, so he doesn't. Gabriel casts a glance toward the hallway, then tells the two of them, "Good night," and starts towards the stairs.

[Gabriel Ferreira] [Thanks for the play, y'all!]

[Jocelyn Burkhard] "There's another bed in my room"

What are you DOING?

[Adara Mires] She smiled softly to him "Well sometimes the wounds that look the most harmless ends up being the most painful or deepest" She say as she watches him cover his wound

"As for the strategy, Rain of Brass Petals with the help of one or two other Theurge will contact spirit and have a contract with them so they'll watch the area and warn the occupants and also, the pack's Alphas if something happens here. Why more than a Theurge, it's simply if something happen to one of them, the contract will be valid with the remaining Theurges. So no spirits turning their back on us.

In this plane, things are trickier since enemies can pop in form everywhere. We could ward the place against unbral travelling but my sister was against it. So, the best thing we could do, is train the kin here in the use of firearms, Mister Roth has offered his help and it seem Miss Trujillo is organizing the citie's kin, so maybe they will get more training from that organization. I will talk to her soon about that.

So, if something happens downstairs, everyone should come up, while those who can will delay the enemy. Fighting in stairs is hard so a good volley of bullets concetrated on the first ones in the stairs mgiht slwo them down enough for us to be ready and take them on as they emerge the stairs

Depending on how many of us there are. One or two should take hte kin away and out of a window, and stay with them to protect them. An open container with garbage bags filled with something soft, like foam should do the trick and not betray our exit point as stairs would. Once the kin are out, either we win, or strategically retreat if no reinforcements can come. If I"m present I'll be the last one leaving,making sure no one is left behind

Why a retreat, because, even if I lvoe this place, better to regroup and take it back then die with no hope of winning. It's an important place but I think it could be easilyl claimed back with some help form the packs.

If the attack happens upstairs, reverse strategy with people leaving in the back"

She pause and wait for his comments

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] And not very long at all after Katherine shows up, there's a third... Oh god, don't say pop. Say something else. You're only using "pop" because that's what the others used and you're copying them. Am not. Plagiarist bastard. Fuck off. Blow me. Mom liked me better. ...I hate you.

Anway, she comes out with a Seventy-Six Trombone Chorus! A POP, following making her way down the stairs. You'd think there was some kind of skylift to the roof that makes a Snake's rattle! ...a popping sound when it drops people off. She's looking somewhat the worse for wear. She's got a nasty scrape on her head and her clothes are vaguely torn, but the duster--oh, that ever-present duster, is popping? ...no, it's in fine shape. She gives a little look as she appears in the common room, taking stock of the three new faces as she comes in behind Katherine.

[Alejandro] "I will find you." He offers to his brother cryptically with that smile of his and waves a hand. "Bye Gabriel!" After that he's left alone in the common room with this cub, an adren loitering nearby in his room and a fury engaged in conversation with him.

"So.." He says awkwardly, places his hands in his lap and looks down at them for a brief moment-- Wait, what? He blinks at Jocelyn, scratches at the back of his head and mumbles something of a nervous laugh.

"Oh no.. I think Gabriel shall find us suitable accommodation. Thank you for the offer though."

[Jocelyn Burkhard] She looks instantly relieved. Really must get that filter checked.

Yet someone else magically appears in a fluff of smoke and pixie dust, and she watches the woman make her way through the room.

"They don't seem very big on doors here."

[Katherine Bellamonte] There are strange wolves in the common room.

This, on its own would be nothing to give Honor's Compass pause on a normal occasion -- there were always strange wolves in the Brotherhood, it was part of the charm in a very common way -- except that two of them carried her blood and breeding. She pauses, almost long enough to allow Sarita, coming in behind her, smelling too like fresh battle and the remnants of whatever the Unbroken had been fighting, to collide into the Half Moon before with a fluid motion she steps out of the way and into the common room, proper.

Sarita and I made it back in one piece.

This for her Alpha; closeted away in his room, the whisper of totemic connection accompanied with what would, physically, be the nuzzling of one pack-mate in wolf form against another. Then, pale eyes are focusing in on Alejandro. He to her and she upon him, at least as far as vision and intention stray. "Bonne soirée," a pretty, genteel voice greets, hands tucking a stained piece of cloth back into a pocket.

Flashes of blood against fine white cotton.

"You," a slow, measuring sweep, a tilt of the head. "Are very new, for I do not know your face, yet we share kinship." The Cub, for a moment, is ignored not out of spite or some Werewolf politic, but degree of immediate concern.

[Lukas] "Mr. Roth," Lukas comments, the scissors in his hand making a crisp schhik! as he snips off a length of bandage, "has an unhealthy distrust of the Trueborn that he tends to spread to the kin around him. If you're going to trust him to train the other kin, at least keep an eye on him to make sure he isn't secretly trying to convince them to stage some sort of uprising."

Lukas covers the wound, then, and rips strips of medical tape to hold the temporary bandage in place. Gone by tomorrow, he'd said. It doesn't need to be anything more than temporary.

"As for evacuating if we're overwhelmed -- that was always the plan, and it's a good one. There's nothing here that can't be replaced or regained. We should have a plan to dump sensitive material, though. That bulletin board is full of contact info for our Garou and kin. At the very least, it needs to be torched if we need to bail. Every resident should be alerted to either take their sensitive information with them or pool them somewhere to be incinerated if we have to fall back."

Welcome back, comes the totemic response. Couple of Fang-looking types out in the commons for you.

[Adara Mires] 'She nod "I know very well about Mister Roth's opinions and attitude. I mgiht be the only one of us he trust and that is barely. Ialso noticed some change in the peopel around him and I wonder if he has really strong influence or if weak willed kin are attracted to his presence. Either way, it's not healthy for us and I'll keep an eye on him. At least he has agree to share some of his training with me.

That said, if you hear or I do hear of anyother combat efficient kin who could train the others. I have no problems with that person working with Mister Roth or replacing him. The interests of the Nation before the individuals after all.

As ofr sensitive material, you're right, I'll include notes about that when I write up the plan." She look at him "Is there anything more you'd liek ot add on the defenses or should I proceed with what we discussed?"

[Alejandro] He's up out of his chair when Katherine enters the room, though his diminutive height and thin frame doesn't exactly make him strike a very impressive figure. But that's purely physical, there is something else about this Crescent moon. It's in the shadow of his breeding, bringing to mind elemental spirits of varying types, as if they cling around him even in this realm. The fire is in his eyes and the wind is in his hair, his smile is cheery and excited.

"Honor's Compass-Rhya" he knows her name, deed name even. The fact that he gives this instead of her socialite name might suggest he didn't hear through other Garou. "I'm ever so pleased to meet you. My name is Alejandro Ferreira, Seeks the Horizon, Cliath Crescent Moon of Moon Lodge, House of Gleaming Eye. My brother and I just recently arrived. Oh dear, I hoped to have talens and gifts for you. I was going to draw you a picture."

He smiles sheepishly then corrects himself.

"A map, I mean a map. Of the other side."

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She pauses, just long enough to keep from colliding with the Philodox. She comes into the common right after Katherine. Alejandro, she doesn't know. Jocelyn, she also doesn't know. And there's no one else in here. She takes a lean against the wall at the door for a second, and lets Katherine do the talking. Since she's focusing on Alejandro, Sarita gives Jocelyn a little smile in greeting.

Holy Christ in a Handbasket to Hell. Why do I suddenly feel like an grizzled old crone and a veteran of the city?

[Jocelyn Burkhard] Because you're old, bitch.

She nods/bobs to Sarita, otherwise staying quiet and observant.

[Lukas] "If I hear of any kin with good martial skills, I'll send them along." The firstaid paraphernalia gets put back into the top drawer of his dresser -- not shoveled in wholesale as one might expect of an Ahroun but neatly placed. Then he shuts the drawer, opens the one beneath it, pulls out a t-shirt and tugs it on. Turning away from his dresser at last, Lukas tugs the shirt out from under his armpits as he continues, "Truth be told though, I think most of the combat-capable kin tend to get embittered. Maybe it's because sooner or later it becomes clear that all the training they ever put in won't ever put them on a Garou's level. Or maybe it's the embitterment that sets them to violent pursuits. I don't know; it's just speculation.

"Regardless, go ahead with your plans. They're solid." A pause. "You've done a good job, Adara. You and Adamidas. Pass my compliments on to her."

[Katherine Bellamonte] Because, the Silver Fang responds without physically turning her attention from Alejandro. We are the grizzled old crones by comparison. Well, older, anyway. I moisturize too much to be grizzled. There also comes with Katherine's words, the sweep of her amusement at the greeting the Cliath gives her.

Sarita and Lukas both knew their sister enjoyed the play acting of her tribe. There was something mildly hollow to her tonight, though. Her voice was a touch crisper, her eyes did not dance without a little determination to and her smiles, while sincere enough were tinged with a sadness at the corners.

Asha barely gone and here I am again

It's barely a thought, but it brushes the Unbroken's minds; the suggestion of their fallen sister's face, some likeness pressed into their brains like flowers flattened in the pages of a book. There and gone, preserved but lifeless. "Your brother must be the back I saw slipping away down the stairs," Katherine notes aloud, moving closer to inspect the Theurge. She, not the tallest creature at 5'9 but impressive regardless, lifts a finger and raises Alejandro's chin lightly; turning his face one way and another as if regarding him for a fit.

"Hm," she comments, and sits herself on the sectional, waving him to be comfortable. "It's been some time since I met a Moon Lodge member, not since my last visit to the Court of King Calvin de Provence in Belgium." A moment, Katherine's fine teeth nip her lower lip thoughtfully. "Still, I am pleased to greet both you and your brother." She allows a smile to take the edge of her mouth at mention of gifts.

"Do not worry about gifts, Seeks the Horizon. You do not need to ply me with tokens of good faith, I will judge on your actions and your manner of conduct, you and your brother, while you are here."

[Adara Mires] She was watching Lukas "Maybe you're right. I'll do keep my eyes open around Mister Roth and make sure our kin stay respectful of us and don't get the wrong ideas. I think that most wil lrealize things aren't so bad if we do respect them back. After all we're told to respect those of lesser status."

She smile softly. She tohught kin were worthy of respect quite a bit, but the playon owrds usually worked on other Garou. Kin were of lesser status socially. They couldn't hold ranks. So the law kinda forced true bors to respect them, evne if the reason wasn't the best one. At least they had one

"And thank you Lukas, I"m just doing the duties I volunteered for. I will pass your words to Rain of Brass Petals"

She paused "And thank you for your time. I will leave you alone now"She offer him a bow and a smile as she turn to head toward the common room, waiting slightly if he has more to say.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] I'm New Mexican, she responds. Trust me, the more you moisturize there, the more you just look like someone tried to use shoe polish on an eighty-year-old armadillo.

The hoking, as toned down as Katherine's play-acting, cuts off a moment when Katherine mentions Asha. It would have been easy to miss it since they were fairly close anyway, but there is a brief light touch to the Silver Fang's arm. And then Katherine's moved away and Sarita focuses her attention back on Jocelyn.

"Hola, chica." A little grin. "S'up? I'm Sarita."

[Alejandro] His chin gets lifted and there is no resistance, though his hands fidget where he holds them behind his back. Eyes look straight ahead, just like a good boy. It's not until she waves him to be comfortable that he looks at her, a quick flicker of his eyes and then he relaxes. It's carefully that he positions himself down on the sectional, hands once more being placed in his lap.

She doesn't want his gifts and he makes a little oh face with his mouth before it clamps shut. She will judge them on their good deeds, he likes that. There's even a little smile.

"I'm sure my brother will want to introduce himself properly, so I won't do it for him. He has gone to find us somewhere to stay for the night." There's a short pause and his lips purse together, he seems to be fighting the urge to say something. It comes out anyway. "I'm sorry for your loss." He looks down at his hands. "She was the first I heard about when I asked them."

[Lukas] "With Roth," Lukas remarks, "I'd settle for non-interference."

He walks Adara to the door -- all of two steps away. "Goodnight," he bids her. When the door shuts behind her, it's quiet. Lukas strips out of his jeans, changes into lounge pants, and drops down on his bed.

Over the totemphone there's a quick blurt of amusement. Such things have been rare the last couple days. Ahrouns die -- that's their place, their duty -- but the loss of a packmate, the first in years, still stings. You two are going to have to forgive me for not coming out and socializing, he sends to his sisters. I'm just going to hide in my room and read a book. And stalk the totemphone. How are the newbies, anyway, Kate?

[Jocelyn Burkhard] "Hi. I'm Joce." She nods to Sarita, keeping half an eye on Alejandro.

[Adara Mires] "Goodnight" She reply to the Adren. She make her way back to the common room, noticing that Gabriel had left and was replaced by two lvoely ladies she had met on the same night: Sarita and Katherine. She stop nearby, offering them a warm, friendly smile "Good evening Sarita, Honor's compass rhya"

Her tone had been polite ot both. She was of the same rank as Sarita and they actually have spoken to each other once or twice the night they cleansed Hunter. Kahterine, she jsut had been in her presence, so she got the respectful tilte coming with her rank.

She offered asmile to Joce and Alejandro as well, but didn't say more, as it seem the Fangs were talking to each other.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Hermitize away, mi capitán.

"Nice to meet you, Joce." She follows the Cub's gaze to Alejandro, then back. "Been here long?" Hey, leave the Strider alone, she's allowed to have been a bit unobservant. She's been a busy gal.

[Jocelyn Burkhard] "A few days. I've been meeting people." Because she'll ask, right? EVERYBODY seems to want to ask.

[Katherine Bellamonte] The No Moon brushes the Silver Fang's arm before she moves off, and Katherine turns back, briefly, sliding her fingers down the other female's arm until she can briefly link their fingers; a touch and then gone. That is all it seems, outwardly. Katherine takes up her seat on the sofa, crossing her legs.

The picture of dignified ease.

One arm even slides across the back of the cushions, tangles into her mass of -- tonight, at least -- straight hair, a honey-gold shade, sun-kissed -- she is looking across at Alejandro who, truth be told, strikes her as very young, in spirit perhaps not so much as in appearance. Small, and rather on the delicate side, as many Theurges tended toward, as if in exchange for wisdom they gave up the rights to physical mass.

You are not on Twitter, Wyrmbreaker. One wonders how Katherine Bellamonte knows of something as hip as Twitter, perhaps Sinclair showed her. You do not get to interact entirely via totem in 140 characters or less, if you wish to know, come and be miserable in public, like myself and Sarita.

Resolutely, the Fang turns back to the present. Adara, emerging from the very room she's speaking with silently, is greeted with a slight turn of her head. Back to the Theurge, who gives her expressions of sympathy on her sister. There's a flicker of real emotion in Katherine's eyes, she frowns downward.

They all feel the strength of her pain; the way her flesh and blood sister is always in the background of it; the unknown, the panic she had shared with Martin. What if she's dead, also? I would never know as I do Asha, Martin, I should never know! "Yes, it has been ... very hard, for us. Doubly so, to lose a sister and a tribe member at once." Her smile is brave, it fights back for its placement across her mouth.

"I look forward to meeting your brother." A beat, she gestures for Sarita. "I am sorry, this is one of my sisters, Sarita Ecos de la Risa, Echoes of Laughter, Cliath No Moon of my pack, Unbroken. You may have seen my Alpha. Tall, dark, brooding shadow of a man." That is fond humor, no doubt. "Shadow Lord, Adren. Also our War Leader." Then, finally, Katherine's eyes absorb Jocelyn.

"Welcome to you, too, Cub of Fenrir."

[Jocelyn Burkhard] "It's nice to meet you, Rhya." Because Katherine looks like the Rhya type, really.

Nod. Ear bob.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] "Good to know," she says with a bit of a smile, faint amusement, when Jocelyn said she's been meeting people. "Lots of them around here. Where ya from?"

Is that what it is? I keep calling it Twatter. No wonder people keep looking at me funny.

She looks over at Alejandro when she gets introduced by Katherine. "S'up? Nice to meet you." An amicable nod goes his way. "Welcome to Chi-Town."

[Jocelyn Burkhard] "Lots of places." Because, see, specifics get her kidnapped to churches. She's learning!

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] "Oh. nice." She gives Jocelyn a nod. "Girl after my own heart. Ever been down to New Mexico?"

[Jocelyn Burkhard] "Um. No?" She thinks, then shakes her head. "No"

[Alejandro] "It is a great burden, to be left behind. The spirits speak fondly of her" And it's true, he does sound wiser than he looks. To get a real picture of the Theurge though one has to see him on the other side, dealing with spirits. Until then he's just a kid, despite that something-other about him, despite his wisdom. "Your Alpha?" He raises an eyebrow and smiles. "Yes I saw him. He gave me a nod." He seems quite pleased about that.

"Chi-town?" He speaks up after his lapse into Silence, eyes settling on Kate's pack-mate. "Ohh, Chicago." He grins, "very clever." It seems genuine, he thinks that is clever.

[Jocelyn Burkhard] She giggles. She can't help it. He's just so damned cute.

[Lukas] Another burst of amusement across the totemlink. And maybe that's deliberate on Sarita's part -- play the class clown, keep spirits up. It sure as hell isn't the Ragabash being impervious to the pain: Lukas read it on her face the night it happened. He mulls on that a moment -- they can feel his thoughts stirring in that direction, thoughtful, a dark warmth on the horizon. Then he comes back to them.

I think I heard you call it Twat once too. I have to admit, I deliberately kept my mouth shut because it was so much funnier to hear you talk about Twatting and reading Twats.

And no. I refuse. You can suffer in public. I have a book. I'll just have to remain in the dark about the nature of your latest tribesmen.

[Katherine Bellamonte] The Philodox's eyes flick over to the Cub, return to her tribesmate with a brief suggestion of mirth; her voice though, is quite serious. "I would like to hear about your plans in the city, Alejandro. You and your brother. Are you packed? Did you leave both leave one behind?

Also, I should lay out now that if you find the Brotherhood beneath your standards," a beat, she smooths a palm over the worn cushion beside her with a slightly aristocratic turn of her countenance against it. "It is a fine establishment in general, but if you want comfort, or merely a place to take rest, my home, the Loft in Lakeview is always open to those of my tribe.

My maid, Lucille, is informed to admit any who come calling of our Kin. The house itself is also marked umbrally with our tribal glyphs for identification." She rattles off an address, then, momentarily, seems distracted by some inward battle; her brows knit.

What are you reading, then, that is so terribly important that you ignore your own pack? Katherine, ever the dramatist, even in jest. Is it twenty-five ways to brood and be terribly mysterious? You have my tribesmate already mooning over you nodding at him. Nodding!. Honestly. You should come out here and dispel it at once, or else I'll be forced to show him those pictures of you on my phone.

She nods at Sarita, then, her eyes twinkling with a little regained mirth.

Without warning, Katherine is then looking over the Cub: "Tell me, Jocelyn, was it, hm? Who is your Mentor?"

[Katherine Bellamonte] [*reverses 'leave' and 'both' around in that first paragraph*]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] "Too bad. You should go there some time. Fuckin' beautiful country. S'where I grew up."

Well gee, thanks. I see how it is, keep me hanging out there. Half the town's gonna think I play for the other team at this point, and it's not like I need the help keeping the guys away.

The tone, of course, is mock-offended but the humor is evident. It's entirely possible--even probable--that the Strider is doing her damnedest to keep the amusement going. This is a time when it's most needed and even when the Sarita's had so much happen to her over the last couple of weeks--some of which she doesn't even realize yet--she is determined to keep them going if she has to resort to taking God damned pies in the face.

It's true. Kid was absolutely ecstatic. It was a little crazy. And it looks like she's pulling out the phone now...uh-oh.

"Where did you grow up," she asks Jocelyn, continuing the conversation.

[Jocelyn Burkhard] She sighs. Here it comes. "Georgia."

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] "Oh yeah?" She nods. "That's one place I've never been. Well, I passed through once, but didn't stop on my way to Miami."

[Adara Mires] She stayed there for a moment, barely acknowledged by the Silver Fang and not even by Sarita. She lsitened to them for a while, leaning against a wall. She watched Alejandro introducing himself ot his tribe's elder and doing a pretty good job at it. Joce wasn't doing as well but it wasn't too bad.

She pass a hand through her hair. She had a few things to do tomorrow including writing down her plan for the BroHo's defense, hopefully also finding some time to talk with Amy about her kin coalition and how it could help here. Well tomorrow she shall know. Or the day after, there was no hurry. She yawned slightly. Well she wasn't needed or terribly wanted here. Better turn in for the night and hopfully the scent of a certain rotogar was still on her pillow.

"Well night all"She say, not expecting replies. She pause for a few seconds then head toward her room.

[Lukas] They're just intimidated by your badassery and the fact that you're -- how do I put this without Kate getting Philodox on my ass -- slightly attractive. Just sit around crowing about your conquests someday and it'll set them right.

There's a thump from behind the door of Room 2. Then that door opens, and Lukas reemerges, book in hand. It's not, in fact, 25 ways to brood. The title is in Czech, though. Without much ado or commentary, the Shadow Lord nods to Adara as she bails, then drops down on the couch beside his packmates.

There. I'm out in the open. And aloud, "Hi. Disregard anything Kate might show you on her cell phone."

[Jocelyn Burkhard] "It's pretty nice...." She nods, the ears bob. While generally doing a good job of hiding her accent, now that the bag is catless there are faint traces that she can't overcome.

[Alejandro] "No Pack.." He replies to her and his eyes drop away for a moment. "Gabriel had a pack but.. well it is no longer the case." He scratches at the back of his head briefly. "I never had a pack." Who on earth wants to be packed with the second coming of Jesus-The-Theurge?

Oh there's the Shadow Lord again. Alejandro gives him a smile and a little spastic wave of his hand.

"Katherine just said I could stay at her loft." He says to Lukas rather proudly. "I'm going to draw her a map of the umbra around it."

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] "Night, Adara." She nods to the Fury, smiling a bit, and then grins when Lukas comes out. "There he is...."

She nods to Jocelyn amicably. "Well, cool. Nice to have a Georgian here." Okay, it's not her wittiest. She's off her game.

[Jocelyn Burkhard] She blinks at Sarita, the confused expression settling in again.

[Katherine Bellamonte] Katherine, phoneless, beams as her Alpha emerges and somehow manages to appear at once angelically innocent and devious all at once as she cries out: "Oh, Lukas! You're here. I had no idea. This is Alejandro, known as Seeks the Horizon, Cliath Theurge, he and his brother are newly arrived. He was just telling me -- " Here the Theurge makes his own intent, and Honor's Compass lets him as Adara retires.

"Good night, Song of Life."

Then, Jocelyn again. "No Mentor, then, yet? I am surprised."

[Jocelyn Burkhard] "No, Rhya. Not yet."

[Lukas] The Shadow Lord smiles a little at Alejandro's proud declaration. The hour's late, even for him: he looks a little tired. He looks relaxed in the presence of his packmates, even if he's restraining the urge to noogie Kate in retaliation for her oh-so-innocent look.

"That could certainly come in handy," he says to the young Fang, meaning it. "I'm Lukáš," he adds. "Called Wyrmbreaker, and Cold Victory. Ahroun Alpha, Shadow Lord Alpha, Unbroken Alpha. I didn't catch your name earlier."

[Adara Mires] She nodded to Lukas as he pass her by, smiling at the man. No need for goodnights, they were said earlier

She wiggled her fingers with a smile to Sarita and nodded politly to Katherine. She'll have the chance ot get to know the two Unbroken later, she's sure.

She entered her room and closed the door. Undressing, she made her way to her bed nad slid under the sheets, smelling her pillow. Smiling softly as it had retned the scent of her last night's guest, she bury her face in it and shortly after, was sound asleep

[Adara Mires] (thanks for the scene all..have a good night/day)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She gives Jocelyn an apologetic look. "I'm normally much funnier. I promise. Ask them."

She nods her head in the direction of her packmates. "Unless they say I'm not. Then they don't know what they're talking about." She grins. She's good at grinning, it's her natural state. She just has to let auto-pilot take over in that respect.

[Jocelyn Burkhard] She nods slowly, eyes big and flickering to the others.

[Katherine Bellamonte] Katherine gestures at one of the only free sofas left for the Cub; she seems kind enough by intention, though her smile is at once becoming and unsettling. They are wolves, with some, rather than others, that point is harder to forget. "Tell me have any made offers, yet? Or are you still settling into things? I know the elder of your tribe in this city somewhat, she is a competent, knowledgeable Garou.

I am certain she will guide you well."

[Jocelyn Burkhard] She is, pretty clearly, terrified of Kora. With good reason, maybe. Her eyes flicker to the sofa, then to Alejandro, then back to Katherine.

Sorry kid. You're on your own.

"I'm settling in well, thank you. I should settle in for the night, though." She gestures to the hall "Room four. Goodnight Rhyas. It was nice to meet you." She nods in the general direction of each of them, slinking toward the hall slowly.

[Alejandro] "Oh.." Now he straightens up in his seat -- if that were possible, he was already straight as an arrow -- and raises his chin a little. "Alejandro Ferreira, Seeks the Horizon, Cliath Silver Fang Crescent Moon, Moon Lodge and House of the Gleaming Eye. Previously the student of Whispers in War, Adren Crescent Moon, Rites Mistress of the Sept of Mornings Vengeance. It is a pleasure to meet you Rhya."

He sucks in a breath then lets it out, eyes on the Shadow Lord.

[Lukas] "Room two," Lukas offers to Jocelyn as the girl -- the cub, apparently -- takes her leave. "Goodnight."

Attention goes back to Alejandro, then. He listens to the introduction, which is long, but not nearly so long as --

the name is a hole in his heart. Lukas wonders in a brief, searing flash what became of Thomas. What he would do now, now that he was no longer the herald to the princess of a failing line. One less in that family tree. One more leaf fallen.

Lukas's hand comes briefly to his face, mops once as though he were fatigued, bleary-eyed. Then he summons up a smile for Alejandro. "Pleasure's mine," he says. "I've never met Whispers in War, but I've heard of her even as far as Stark Falls and Maelstrom."

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] "Nice meeting you, Joce. See ya around." She puts two fingers to her brow and flicks them outward as if in salute. Then she joins her packmates in looking at looks over at Alejandro as he introduces himself. Much like Lukas, there's a flash of pain from the Ragabash. Her first (and only live) experience with Asha was her introduction via Thomas, and that is her strongest impression.

And thus, the grin fades for a moment. Just a moment, though. Dancing with tears in my eyes...isn't that how the song goes?

[Jocelyn Burkhard] She's there exactly as long as it takes to not be rude, then she flees to her room and locks the door.

[Alejandro] He relaxes somewhat when Lukas gives him that smile, like he just did what he was supposed to do and he did it proper just like his mother taught him. "She is a great Garou, I'm sure she would be honored to hear that her name has reached your ears." His smile wanes, fades, he knows of Asha, already gave his condolences to the Lord's pack-mate. Why then doesn't he give his condolences again? Maybe it's the fact that the Adren looks like he's had enough of everything.

The Crescent Moon goes quiet and looks down at his hands in his lap.

"I heard talk of you from the spirits before I even reached Chicago. They told me I would fall here too, but that I would make a difference in doing so."

A pause and he only looks at the others with brief glances, otherwise remaining eye-locked on his own hands.

"I do not know what to make of death, for none of us truly die. All will be seen again, like the full moon after an eclipse."

[Katherine Bellamonte] Katherine's hand settles over her Alpha's without hesitation, or motivation aside from what she gleans from his presence beside her and what it costs him to come out of his room. He is hurting, they all are. Death has finally, once again, collected from the Unbroken, and they are weakened by it.

She sets her hand over her Alpha's, and links their fingers. It is as natural as breathing.

"Well said," she accounts for, to Alejandro, with a brief smile. "We all wonder at it, when it calls and all we can do to combat it is be good, do good, and die looking exceedingly handsome." A beat; she gleams at the room as only Honor's Compass truly could.

[Lukas] Lukas -- if he doesn't look like he's had enough of it all tonight, then at least he looks tired. Worn, if relaxed in the presence of his packmates. He's leaning back into the sectional couch, slouched down in his usual place -- feet apart, hands lax in his lap. His brow knits faintly as the young, too-young Theurge speaks of his own foretold death.

"You knew you would die here," he says, thoughtful, "but you came here anyway? Why?"

[Alejandro] He's already smiling at what Katherine had to say, eyes shining at his Tribal elder with humour and pride, but the smile becomes something else when Lukas speaks. The look he gives him makes the Theurge seem far older than he has any right to. It's probably half the reason he has been without a pack, as he told Katherine earlier.

"Oh.. It seemed like an adventure." A beat and then. "The Umbra called to me before I came here, it sought to swallow me whole and for a time I wished it to be so. But here.." A look between the Fostern and the Adren. "I believe their prophecy, in its entirety. Here I can make a difference."

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] That little bit doesn't seem to read well in Sarita's head either. She furrows her brow, trying to comprehend it. Where Lukas is thoughtful, Sarita is bewildered. It's like someone who is trying to grasp a language long-forgotten, and the words somehow register with her but she doesn't grasp the meaning. It seemed like an adventure, he says. And she frowns.

Am I the only fuckin' person for whom the idea of dying was never God damned romantic? Her tone across the pack link is incredulous. God, I ~am~ too old.

[Adamidas] Pop!

If there was anyone in the upstairs bathroom, they would be greeted by the sound of a theurge mid song. What she was doing is anyone's guess. Or, rather, what she was going to do later was anyone's guess. Really, the point is that Adam was in the umbra and the rest of what she was doing there is probably a you don't want to know situation.

"-y started out in San-Fran-Cis-Co feelin' mighty low and kind of mean-" she steps out into the hallway once she hits that word and begins to amble on in to the common room.

"Suddenly a voice said Go forth daddy, spread the... picture..."

there are people there.

She blinks. There's chalk dust in her hair and her clothing smells faintly of smoke and burning metal.

[Lukas] There's a wry nudge of humor over the link. When you no longer find it romantic, Lukas puts in, you're ready for Fosternhood. Mentally, anyway. The spirits will probably disagree.

"Whether or not there's a prophecy of doom hanging over your head," Lukas replies aloud then, gently, "don't chase your death too eagerly. You can make more of a difference alive than dead."

On that note, the Shadow Lord gets up. He puts his hand on Sarita's shoulder in passing; takes and squeezes Kate's hand. "I'm off to bed," he says. "Adamidas -- I talked to Adara before you got here. You guys' plan for the BroHo sounds good. I gave her the go-ahead.

"Night, everyone."

[Alejandro] "I won't!" He calls out to Lukas, probably a bit too eagerly, but such is the way of someone who is still effectively a child. "I mean I will! Alive, make more a difference. Yes. Good night Rhya--"

His eyes settle on the person that had just walked in, the young female who Lukas had just been talking to on his departure.

"Rhya." He says again, there are far too many Rhyas in this town. "You have chalk in your hair." He says and it isn't an insult, more like he's pleased about this for some reason.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] The sound that comes across the pack link is sort of a snort, but it's not foul-tempered. This time, it's the Ahroun lifting the Ragabash's spirits. Yeah, yeah. The mind is willing but the soul ain't ready. Story of my life. Have a good night, Cap'n.

She smiles a bit when Lukas gets up and she nods to him and lets him go. Her attention turns to Adamidas and she gives her a wave. "Hola. How's it shakin'?"