[Joshua Coil] *He's been here only a few times. And never with an actual package. Never really with a purpose other than Find Those In Charge, or Present Self to Find Out Who Is Packing. It is capitalized in his head. He pushes through the fence, with surprisingly little noise. He's big, however, so it takes some squeezing.*
[Bronwyn Montgomery] The Princess is already in one of the clearings, still in the process of adjusting to the new caern that's worlds different from the only other one she's ever known. She's dressed down, if Ralph Lauren jeans and riding boots and a cashmere sweater can be considered dressed down.
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] It doesn't take much searching to find Wyrmbreaker tonight. On Caern patrol duty, he finds them. A dark shadow concealed amidst darker shadows, watching them, he reveals himself suddenly and clearly when he rises to his feet. The Shadow Lord is in wolf shape tonight, thick across the shoulders and heavy in the chest, black through and through. He sniffs in their direction, eyes narrowed, and then chuffs a short greeting.
[Joshua Coil] *He notes Bronwyn, and he nods in greeting, though the wolf seems to make him look for a bit longer. He pauses, and offers his throat to the wolf, all too instinctively. Even in homid, showing off the scar. He waits for approach.*
[Bronwyn Montgomery] "Joshua." She nods to him, eyes flickering back and forth between the man and the wolf. She seems most interested in his automatic reaction to the wolf, and her tongue runs along the bottom edge of her front teeth.
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] After a moment's scrutiny, as much with nose and ears as with eyes, the black wolf comes down from the pile of debris he's taken as both his sentry-post and his camouflage. His descent is a series of short bounds, smooth and powerful, until all four paws are on solid earth again. He comes toward them, circling them once to inspect the pair from all angles. He doesn't bear in on them deliberately; doesn't crowd their space menacingly. Still, when he sniffs at them, when he comes close enough to sniff at them, his rage shivers through the air like sheet lightning.
Eventually he stops before them. And an eyeblink later: returning to homid form with the thoughtless ease of shapeshifting back to his birth shape. A man now instead of a wolf, though the blackness of the hair is the same, and the pale blue of the eyes.
"The Alpha of Honor's Forge," he greets Bronwyn, "follower of Peklenc. I'd comment on how unusual it is for a Child of Gaia to follow one of Thunder's brood, except I followed one of Falcon's for years."
He looks at Joshua then, eyes level, calmly curious. "Who are you?"
[Stefan Knezevic] The Theurge doesn't tend to make appearances out of nowhere as a rule. He's one who doesn't do a lot of sneaking up...not on people that he knows and isn't about to kill, anyway. He much prefers walking up to meet with people to appearing in front of them with a pop of air displacement.
Okay, that's a lie. He just doesn't do it in public.
This not being "public," so to speak, that's what happens. He appears, right at his Alpha's side in homid, his dedicated clothes for the day consisting of his leather jacket, a collarless indigo dress shirt, black slacks and boots. His hands fold behind his back, staying silent as he observes. Greetings are best saved for their proper point in time, when conversation is not ongoing.
[Joshua Coil] *He clears his throat.* Joshua Coil, Cliath, Full Moon Child of Cockroach. I am... new here. *His voice... it's like someone stuck a roll full of quarters in the garbage disposal.* I... are you... Lukas-rhya?
[Bronwyn Montgomery] Oh good. He already knows who she is. She studies him closely, trying to determine if this is a good thing or bad. Her attention quickly swings back to Joshua though as he introduces himself, taking in each word and weighing it.
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] "Wyrmbreaker, Cold Victory," Lukas replies by way of affirmation. A moment ago he was feral, unmistakably wild. It's a little jarring to see him extend his hand for a handshake now: very courteous, very civil. "I suppose you already know the rest if you guessed who I am. Welcome to Chicago, Joshua. Have you a deedname?"
And -- a nod to Stefan as he appears.
[Bronwyn Montgomery] Her head tilts toward Stefan just the tiniest bit, her voice clear in his head. Good evening, Stefan. You do like to make an entrance, don't you?
[Joshua Coil] *He doesn't flinch, not in front of the Elder.* Fatal Error, rhya. I have a package for you from Ms. Quinn.
[Stefan Knezevic] Nonsense, fearless leader. If I wanted to make an entrance, I would have appeared in Warform, decked out in my dedicated ritual gear. This is subtlety.
He looks over at her, smiling faintly with a warm that his mental voice lacks, and looks back to Lukas and Joshua. His Tribal Elder gets a faint, respectful inclination of his head in response to the nod.
[Bronwyn Montgomery] The Princess looks all together too amused at something, attention subtly divided now.
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] [*dies* sorry, i'm multitasking and watching portal 2 vids. i gotta get this game!]
"Fatal Error," Lukas acknowledges, and lets go his handshake. "Ms. Quinn -- the Fianna kin? Let's see it."
[Joshua Coil] *He pulls out the package, containing the notebook, the d.v.d. tucked into it, and a wallet.* She said to bring it to you, rhya.
[Stefan Knezevic] He looks from Ahroun to Ahroun, head cocking slightly to the left. Whetever the package entails, he seems intrigued.
I understand we are to be neighbors, more or less, within the next few days. He glances over at his Alpha a moment before looking back to the two.
[Bronwyn Montgomery] You understand correctly. I signed the papers today. All the convenience of a packhouse without the invasion of privacy. What do you think of Fatal Error?
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Obviously, he can't watch the DVD right now. Lukas flips through the wallet, though, and then the notebook -- holding it up to the dock lights to read. There's a note tucked under the back cover. He glances it over, then folds it away.
"Interesting. Apparently some 'WISPIR' organization has been keeping track of paranormal events in the area. Did you know about this, or were you just the messenger?"
[Stefan Knezevic] I think that I've not yet spoken to him before. One run and this meeting here is my whole experience. So I think little at the moment.
His ears perk up at the news of an organization tracking the paranornal, and he frowns. "Oh, dear. That sounds concerning."
[Joshua Coil] I was just the messenger, Sir. As I have said, I just got here very recently, and I have been unaware of enemy movement on this place. I would like to get involved, however, if I can be of some help. *His voice is calm, but sternly serious.*
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] "Good," Lukas replies. "Quinn mentions she and Adara stumbled onto this. Adara's been pretty dependable on the Brotherhood defense setup, so I think she'll be able to handle this, too. Get in touch with them; offer your help. I'll talk to the two of them about this directly too, and we'll figure out where to go from here.
"Are you staying at the Brotherhood, by the way?"
[Joshua Coil] No sir. I am staying with Melody Drake, a Cliath Shadowlord. She offered me a place to stay when I came here. *He nods.*
[Bronwyn Montgomery] "Melody is our packmate, Rhya."
[Skull-Like-Ox] He's lumbering through the caern. Nowhere to go, nothing particular in mind, just out wandering. He spots a little group of people and heads in that direction.
[Stefan Knezevic] His attention shifts briefly as he hears the heavy footfalls of the Fenrir Ahroun. His watches Ox as he approaches, silent a moment, before he smiles and nods. "Good evening, Skull-Like-Ox. How are you?"
[Skull-Like-Ox] He nods at Stefan. "Hi. I'm fine. How are you?"
[Bronwyn Montgomery] New game. Her attention shifts to Ox, locking on him as long as it takes to make her determinations.
Within seconds, she's looking to Joshua again.
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] [LESS LURK MORE PLAY.]
[ispy] [LURKS]
[Stefan Knezevic] "Well enough." He gives a light shrug. "Have you met my Alpha, or Lukas-rhya or Fatal Error?" Indicating each of them in turn.
[Skull-Like-Ox] "Um. No?"
[Joshua Coil] *He hears his name, though he can't look over - he's not been released by the Elder yet. Damn being so submissive!*
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] "I've met her," Lukas confirms. "Smart wolf. I just wanted to make sure you had a place to stay."
Skull-Like-Ox lumbers up; brick shithouse is the descriptor that comes to mind. "I'm Lukáš Wyrmbreaker," Lukas says by way of greeting, "also called Cold Victory. We haven't met, but the Guardians mentioned you came to town a few weeks ago. I'm your auspice alpha. Your tribal alpha is a Kora Eyjolfsdottir -- have you had a chance to introduce yourself yet?"
[Dorian Del Maro] [Bloody elitist Garou in the Caern. *stomps off to side room*]
[Joshua Coil] *He nods at Lukas, feeling a bit flattered by the 'smart' comment. Of all the things he's never been called before.* Thank you, rhya, *he says, not interrupting, trying to get his comment in before Lukas turns his attention on Ox. And THEN he looks back to Bronwyn and her Lord friend.*
[Bronwyn Montgomery] She nods to Joshua, giving him an encouraging smile in a rare show of kindness.
[Skull-Like-Ox] He inclines his head respectfully to Lukas. "I haven't had a chance yet. Sorry." He extends his hand. "I know you said they said I was here and all but just the same. I'm Brian Miller. Skull-Like-Ox. Cliath Modi, Son of Fenris." His introduction has clearly been memorized via repetition.
[Stefan Knezevic] He smiles a bit to Joshua...friendly, even a bit warm. "Good evening, Fatal Error. A pleasure to have the chance to speak with you finally."
[Joshua Coil] Good evening. I have heard good things about you from Bronwyn. *Is it really a pleasure to hear his voice, when it sounds like Batman from The Dark Knight had laryngitis? He offers out a hand.*
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Actually, Lukas was calling Melody smart. He's too polite to correct the misconception, though. Besides, it wasn't as though he thought Joshua unintelligent, and the conversation has moved on.
He offers his hand to Brian as well, gripping the other's wrist for a moment. Tall and broadshouldered, it's rare that Lukas seems dwarfed by another, but Skull-Like-Ox manages it. Though standing an inch shorter, the Fenrir seems twice as broad: a veritable ball of muscle.
"You should get yourself over to her," he says -- a suggestion, not a reproach. "Her pack lives in the Cabrini-Green projects, in an abandoned church. Go by Umbral and you can't miss it.
"And on that note," he adds, "I need to resume Caern patrols. Josh -- thanks for bringing me the information. I'll get in touch with Quinn and Adara and clear the details up. If any of you want to pitch in," this is to everyone at large, "talk to one of them."
[Rory] It is not the shrines she visits tonight, as she is but a prospective, but the Graves, instead. There is one in particular that she has ensured was cleaned off, with fresh flowers laid at the head, with a quiet word murmured to the body that decomposes beneath. He is not there, she knows that, but it is comforting none-the-less. He was one of few that accepted her as she was, and she never forgot that.
Even when he was laughing at her inability to smoke weed.
She pats the stone, and stands, before she starts to make her way through the Caern, and - naturally - toward the voices in the distance. There are several things that people notice about her - one, the wasted breeding, two, the blood red curls, and three? her tendency to hide in the shadows, to attempt not to draw attention to herself, and once she's been noticed - her blush.
And, of course, all that Rage.
[Skull-Like-Ox] He nods at Lukas. "I will. Thank you." A broad, genuine smile.
[Stefan Knezevic] "Mm...I am happy to hear it. Hopefully all true things." The tone is gently teasing as looks at Bronwyn and back, chuckling. He takes the offered hand, shaking it.
When Lukas makes to go, he looks to him and nods. "Have an excellent evening, Cold Vicory-rhya."
[Bronwyn Montgomery] "It was lovely to meet you, Rhya." She nods to Lukas, spine loosening just a touch.
[Joshua Coil] *His hand doesn't squeeze Stefan's though it is quite clear he could. He nods only once, not quite managing to meet the Lord's eyes, before he backs off first.*
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] "Likewise," he says, nods to them all, and turns to go. A few paces away he drops back to wolf shape and -- since this area is well-guarded by a growing crowd of Garou -- moves off to quieter stretches of the bawn.
[thanks for the RP, all! i'm failing at this multitasking thing, so i'm bowing out!]
celebration.
9 years ago