fons van der noot.

[some notes: Dec moot -- challenge between Fons and Lukas. Resolution in forums.
Dec 23 (backdated) -- Fons brought before council on accusation of lying. Forums.]

[Fons Van Der Noot] (Are you okay today?)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 3, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Genevre de Provence] Her favourite Coffee Shop, just a couple of blocks from her apartment. She was currently sitting in the back, away from all the others, a now cold cup of Sumantra sitting on the table as she was going over legal papers for work. She had let her hair to relax, and had her head braced on her hand as she was reading.

On the other hand, the message she had sent to her cousin a week ago had yet to be met. But she waited, each night she waited here. So she would see.

[Fons Van Der Noot] He had better issues to deal with, better matters to think of, more important matters that he would do before he met with his cousin once more.

Like counting all the cracks in the streets of Chicago for one.

However she would not let up, she would not stop messaging him. And begrudgingly he would met her at her favorite coffee shop. There was something she said that had to go to or came from King Calvin and he would not ignore that.

His glare was not something one would want to see, the mundanes moving as his rage flared with each step. His dark eyes searching intently for the kin of his tribe. And when he catches sight of her, he moves with swiftness and purpose.

Standing over her he holds out his hand, motioning it as if looking for the item and nothing more.

[Genevre de Provence] She looked up when she felt him there, and motioned to the chair across from him. "Bon jour, mon cousin. It is.. good to see once more." She looked tired actually. And none have actually seen her since the Visage Kemp had produced. "I 'ave been wanting to talk to you."

[Fons Van Der Noot] There was no response to what she had to say, he had no desire to speak. He just glared at her, a sneer crossing his lips. His eyes focused on her as if he wished to set her ablaze with a mere stare.

He actually snarls slightly, the growl coming with a slight crackle to it. He does not even think twice of the idea of killing her. One hand moving to pound on the table, the other more aggressively motioning for her to hand over whatever item she has for him.

[Genevre de Provence] She frowned, and reached down to her briefcase and pulled out the wax sealed letter. She handed it to him. "Fons, I am sorry, truly I am. I zought.....I was doing zee right zing. I even tried to fix it." motioning to the letter. "I spoke wiz mon père about what 'appened. You will be surprised by what 'e said."

[Fons Van Der Noot] If she was fearful of him before, she would be damn well fearful of him now. He did not restrain himself as he had before, he did not speak to her. He just stared with hatred that he only reserved for those of the wyrm.

She starts her apology for what she did. She thought that her words mean anything to him at the moment.

They don't.

All that he has for her at the moment is swiftness, his hand moving without pause to rip the letter from her hand now. Looking down at it and before sneering at her again.

[Genevre de Provence] She looked down, begging in her body language for forgiveness. "I ... petitioned mon père to replace mon child as heir wiz yours. Votre enfant will be first for zee throne, non mine. Non unless zomething 'appens to votre enfant. I... relinquished mon claim to zee throne for you." She paused for a moment. "I asked Katherine what zee Rite does. I will non make fun, cousin, but s'il vous plaît say something. You even 'ave permission to speak in mon mind whenever you wish. I just wish I 'ad zee cousin I grew up wiz back. You 'ave changed so much after your change. I took zings for granted before, Fons. Non more. I am a broken woman, my cousin. I took my status and my life for granted. And now I realize I was wrong the whole time. I am non recording zis, or playing you. I give up, Fons. I just wish to serve where I am needed."

[Genevre de Provence] ((Shit, that whole Italics part was suppose to be in french))

[Fons Van Der Noot] He watched her for a moment, then turns to look at the letter. Looking at it in hand without opening it. His eyes falling on her hard now. His voice moving out with crackling, sharp snaps. As if he was still before his firsting.

"You are a fool mon cousin."

Some of those that sit about look at him strangely, and they are met with dark glare. He was just within an inch of killing someone right now. And as they met his gaze, they move from the table but he could not say the next parts without worry of endangerment. His mind link with his, his voice not some crackled horrificness.

~MS~

I tried to keep this dishonor from spreading, yet you could not abide it. Do you think I want for this? You are just as stupid as you ever were. You are only heiress because the one who would mate you would be King. I tried to protect your honor, tried to hide this foolishness. But you wished to bring it before the Elders of the Sept, tell me what mate will wish you now? You have ruined your good name for what? To shame your own blood. And why? What did you gain? Favors of shadowlords? Tell me?

His words harsh now. There was no need to be polite, she did not warrant it anymore.

[Genevre de Provence] She motioned once more for him to sit. Pleading with her eyes so as not to make a scene.

~MS~ I zought I was doing zee right zing. It was non to gain any honor for mon self, I swear it. I was non zee one to call zee Elders. I was only asked to say what you did. I didn't do it for any gain, or any favor from zee Lords, I swear on our blood, mon cousin. Per'aps I will doe alone. If zat 'appens, zen zat is what I deserve. I zought zere was an injustice and zought I was doing mon duty. You 'old in your 'ands mon punishment from mon père for all mon indisgressions. I wronged you. And I wish to make amends, Fons. You can read mon zoughts, non? Zen you will see I am truly being sincere. Zat I am non lying to you.

[Fons Van Der Noot] ~MS~

No I cannot read your thoughts, my gifts do not work like that. I can only speak to you, nothing more. But tell me who told you to speak out against me? Who called the Elders together?

He already knew the answer, but to hear it from her would ensure it. To show her the point of it all. She would not listen to his words, maybe her own would make more sense.

[Genevre de Provence] She looked down, already knowing whee this was going.

~MS~ Lukas, mon cousin. I listened to a Lord after you said non to. And I 'ave been paying for it ever since. I should 'ave listened to père, and non spoke against you. I amsorry, truly I am, Fons. 'Ow can I make it up to you?

[Fons Van Der Noot] He shakes his head at this. It only took her until their house in Chicago was made to look foolish before she learned her lesson. How does she think she could be a proper lawyer if she must be made a fool before a court before she could learn.

~MS~

Lukas is honorable, the shadow lords would never use you. Never play you. He is just and righteous. Those were your words correct? I did not misquote you? Yet here we stand, your name besmirched, my name dishonored and he stands, lording over both of us.

He does not wish to sit, does not wish to even be in her presence at this moment any more.

~MS~

You saw that you were not getting your way, so you turned into a bratty little child. Now as fate has it, you have been shown your errors and you want to change the results. Well it is too late. You are just as guilty as he. What do you know of duty? I have been robbed of my duty, I have been robbed of my charge before Luna because of a whiny child kin and pissy lord who has the Sept wrapped about his finger. And you think sorry is worthy? That this punishment justifies the shame I must endure? I am done with you for tonight. Maybe if you beg Katherine, maybe she will see leniency in this.

He turns but stops for a second, an answer needed. His voice crackling again to life as it seemed they were there in silence for the last few moments.

"Tell me... mon cousin... was Gabriella truly cast out because she defended me against this Lukas?"

[Genevre de Provence] She closed her eyes, and fought not to cry. Not to be the bratty child he just named her.

~MS~ I am non sure of zee details, but I do believe oui, zat is why she was cast out. I am begging you, Fons, I want to make it up to you. What would you 'ave me do?

[Fons Van Der Noot] ~MS~

I will think about it. This grievous actions has cost more than a simple sorry can ever make up for. However I am looking for one named Heckles the Wyrm, there is some... business I need to speak to him of. If you can find him and can arrange a meeting... that may aid you in once again gaining my favor.

He stands there a few moments before looking back at his cousin on the verge of tears. However pity was something he had no care for. Strange sounds of crackles and yips mix in with his words.

"Decorum mon cousin... decorum."

He turns to leave once more, letter in hand.

[Wyrmbreaker] As they say: speak of the devil.

Lukas is standing in the doorway of the cafe. To call his countenance stormy would be the understatement of a century.

He speaks softly: "Well, this is interesting."

[Genevre de Provence] She nodded sowly, and wipes her eyes discreetly. "Bonne nuit, mon cousin. And I will do mon best to find zis Heckles person you speak of. Merci for coming. I will talk to you soon."

[Fons Van Der Noot] He moves to the cafe door, only to stop at when Lukas stands in the way. The letter of the house king still in hand. His eyes dark on the man now, no words said.

Just looking to move passed him and back to his duties

[Genevre de Provence] Genevre doesn't watch her cousin go, so she doesn't see Lukas in the door. She just goes about hiding her face beneath her hair and looking back at her work through watery eyes. She reached for her cold coffee and sipped, only to make a face. But she didn't say anything, unlike the Genevre before the Council who would have shouted another order out.

[Wyrmbreaker] A hand lands firmly on Fons's chest. He shoves him back.

Cafe patrons gasp.

Lukas snaps, low and hard, "Get over here, Genevre. Stop pretending you don't see me."

[Fons Van Der Noot] He only looks down at the hand on his chest. His shove now. And in return he points to his chest.

"That is my personal space, my territory. Touch me again and I will take it as a challenge against me."

His words a strange crackle as he speaks, ire and snaps coming into a mixture of one.

[Sinclair] Sinclair is a few steps behind Lukas, her coat and the cap on her head snowdusted. She nearly rams into him when he stands in the doorway, mutters something to herself, and then she glances past and sees Fons and Genevre. Her pale blue eyes widen for a flash, then narrow. She doesn't say anything, but a muscle works in her jaw.

[Genevre de Provence] Her head snapped up and she blinked with an 'Oh Merde' look. She honestly did not see him there. Now she felt the weight of life pushing down on her. She closed the files she was reading, and slipped them into her briefcase. As she stood, she put the case in her seat, took a very deep breathe, and walked over to the 2 garou. "Oui, Lukas?"

She heard Fons and winced. ~MS~ "S'il vous plaît, mon cousin. Non 'ere. Non in front of zee 'umans.

[Wyrmbreaker] "Keep your mouth shut," Lukas snarls instantly. "One more word out of you and I'll break you in half."

Some would-be hero: "Sir, could you take this somewhere -- "

"We're leaving." The Ahroun's rage is a flood of ice. He waits for Genevre to approach, then rounds to flank her out the door. "Right now."

Outside the wind is a bitter blast; the sidewalk slick with snow melted and refrozen into treacherous ice. The Shadow Lord's footsteps are firm, his strides long. He does not restrain either of the Fangs, but one doubts it would be in their favor to run. He's heading for his car.

[Fons Van Der Noot] He looked down for but a second as Lukas snarls in that one second. His eyes turning to his cousin for a moment as she approaches and some mundane man speaks up.

As they move from the cafe into the cold bitter, winter wind. He can only look up and smile, that light little smirk. as the ahroun had bared his teeth at him before, a thought crossing his mind. And that crackled, teenage voice comes out, still masked in breeding. The letter in hand tapped against his leg.

"Challenge accepted."

Two simple, yet powerful words.

[Sinclair] The once-athlete -- though she isn't, any longer, has become a warrior and monster rather than a cheerleader or swimmer -- sidesteps out of the doorway before Lukas turns. She stands there to wait for Fons and Genevre, falling into line behind them both. One can imagine she came with Lukas, was futzing with the radio in the BMW on the way here til snarled at, intended to just get some coffee. The worst days of the month have passed for her. Her color is returning to her cheeks. She looks less gaunt around the eyes. She is more social again. The moon is still waning, but at least it does not remind her so painfully of what it is like when her phase is waxing.

Fons speaks, squeaking, and there's a distinct "Snrk." behind the two Fangs and the Lord. She can't help it.

[Genevre de Provence] She looked back for a mere second. "Mon coat." But Lukas probably didn't give her the luxury. She followed, hugging her arms against the cold, rubbing them through the thin blazer she wore for work. Then she hears her cousin and her heart sank.

~MS~ Why are you doing zis, Fons?

[Wyrmbreaker] When Genevre had complained about the cold -- "Freeze for all I care, you self-centered, spoiled, stupid, careless little brat."

And when Fons opens his mouth again: well; the reaction is instantaneous, and violent.

(we're gonna have to go to inits! clark, if you gotta jet, we can do this tmrw or something.)

[Fons Van Der Noot] (Rage check)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 7, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Fons Van Der Noot] (I need to jet, but Fons will start this scene in a frenzy)

[Genevre de Provence] She just blinked at Lukas. "You do non know why we met. I was giving 'im a letter from mon père."

[Sinclair] [I'm planning on initting Sinclair in, too, but if you guys need to get this done and I'm not around tomorrow, go on without me.]

[Wyrmbreaker] [we're gonna try to continue this sunday before/after superbowl]

[Genevre de Provence] ((I'll be on))

[Sinclair] [+7]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4

[Wyrmbreaker] [quick recap -- correct me if i'm wrong.

they're on a street in lakeview, not far from a cafe. Lukas, Genevre, Fons and Sinclair are all walking. Lukas yelled at Genevre to STFU and DIAF (figuratively) and Fons frenzied.]

[Fons Van Der Noot] (Just a point of order. They have just stepped outside of a cafe in Lake View. And Fons has frenzied... as per the roll last night. He would shift into the Hispo form from frenzy)

[Fons Van Der Noot] (9+)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6

[Wyrmbreaker] [1R - Hispo to meet the frenzied beast
Init +20]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6

[peep] [Lukas 26
Fons 15
Sinclair 11

Declare in reverse!]

[Wyrmbreaker] [reflexive orders to sinclair: go Crinos to invoke Delirium. Keep the kin out of the way (and from running away)]

[Fons Van Der Noot] (Simple attack. Bite with full force)

[Fons Van Der Noot] (Drop 2 rage for bites as well)

[Sinclair] [Reflexive: Totemphone: Tell me what to d-- oh, okay.
Reflexive: -1R to Crinos
1a. Get between Genevre and Lukas/Fons
1b. Held -- Grapple Genevre if necessary
1c. Held]

[Wyrmbreaker] [1a. bite
b. bite
c. bite
R1. bite
R2. bite]

[Wyrmbreaker] 1a. -3 dice!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 5, 5, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 5) Re-rolls: 2

[Wyrmbreaker] (damage +7)
Dice Rolled:[ 16 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 9 at target 6)

[Fons Van Der Noot] (Soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 7, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Wyrmbreaker] b. -4 dice!
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 4, 5, 7, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5) Re-rolls: 2

[Wyrmbreaker] (damage +3)
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 5, 5, 7, 7, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Fons Van Der Noot] (soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[Genevre de Provence] Genevre doesn't fight, she's broken thanks to Kemp. She just stands out of the way, rubbing her arms. Then looks to Sinclair. "May I atleast get my coat and briefcase? There are important papers in there for my work. You can follow me if you want. But I will come right back here, or you can hunt me down yourself and kill me." (Would normally be in that funky accent typing, but I broke my glasses, so I can barely see to type it out))

[Fons Van Der Noot] (Rage back)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 7, 9 (Failure at target 8) [WP]

[Sinclair] The crinos-formed beast filling the sidewalk has made the mortals inside and out go screaming. At least one person has flung themselves into the side of a car, not looking where they were going. Another is hiding in the stock room of the cafe, sobbing. The air is rich with shrieks, with twisted human howls of terror. And Warcry's breath steams, fur thick and monochrome, all shadow and steel and snow. Her eyes gleam blue even in this form. She's on all fours, hulking and claws digging into the concrete.

Genevre speaks, and she lunges slightly, threateningly, paws slamming against the sidewalk in front of the kinswoman. Sinclair snarls resonantly, maw opening to show glistening fangs.

The answer is apparently no. You may not.

[Fons Van Der Noot] (Dead)

[Wyrmbreaker] Genevre is complaining about her coat. And her briefcase. Wyrmbreaker and Dirge of the Covenant

are killing each other.

Whatever else may be said about Fons Van Der Noot, he is the nephew of a King. Greatness is in his blood. Outside the Silver Fang tribe, decades could pass without a single cub being born with such pristine purity of breeding. Even withing the Silver Fang tribe, Dirge of the Covenant's presence was arresting.

Was, because in two vicious snaps, Wyrmbreaker tears his throat out. Dirge of the Covenant hits the sidewalk. He does not rise.

A moment later, he reverts to homid form.

Pure as Fons's blood was, it's as red as anyone's, stains his skin and his clothes just the same. Dripping from Wyrmbreaker's jaws, it's as hot and salt and coppery and anything's. The Ahroun is crackling with Rage spent but unwielded, backing away. A second later he snaps to his own Crinos form, grasping the Silver Fang's body by the belt, throwing it over his shoulder.

My car's a block away. His mindvoice is glassy calm; less ruffled, perhaps, than it should be. We need to get off the street, now. Carry the damn kinswoman if you have to.

One hand holding the Fang's body secure to his shoulder, Wyrmbreaker runs for his car.

[-1WP: Keep a cool head!]

[Genevre de Provence] Genevre didn't even flinch when her cousin hit the ground. Nor did she bother running over to mourn for him either. "Someone tell me what the hell is going on? All I did was give him a letter from my father as requested... By my father!" She shook her head.

[Sinclair] Her head whips around, away from Genevre. She doesn't even seem to hear the rest of what's said by the kinswoman. Blue eyes turn cloudy as she looks from Alpha to corpse, and back again. Sinclair remains in her warform, breath fogging the air. She watches, stock still, as Wyrmbreaker hauls Fons's body up and over his shoulder. She hears his voice in her mind, and gives a great shake of her coat,

and is in her birth form a moment later, looking at Genevre. Her hand snaps out, grabs the kinswoman's forearm in a firm grip that is, nonetheless, not meant to injure. Yet.

"You can walk to his car in silence, or be carried unconscious. What's it gonna be?"

[Genevre de Provence] She watched Lukas drag Fons to the car. She stepped away from Sinclair only long enough to retrieve the letter Fons had dropped to the ground. Then Sinclair made her ultimatium. "You can shift down. I'm not going to run. Tired of it really." She sighed. "What about my things?"

[Sinclair] [Sinclair shifted down to homid before she spoken to Genevre.]

[Genevre de Provence] ((Just cut the "You can shift down" out))

[Sinclair] "I said in silence, kinswoman," Sinclair says levelly, and turns, beginning to walk after Lukas. She's still holding Genevre by the arm, her grip tightening slightly as though she doubts the part about Genevre not wanting to run anymore. "God, you're a piece of work. Your cousin's a corpse and you're worried about your briefcase. Just... shut the fuck up, alright?"

[Genevre de Provence] She sighed and whispered softly. "Sinclair, I was just giving him a letter. And the fight, I didn't scream, I didn't protest. And now he is dead. Do you see me crying?" She held up the letter she retrieved. She just hoped the staff would put her things in the back for her to pick up later.

[Wyrmbreaker] Wyrmbreaker does not shift down. He does not get up, either. He runs on three legs, and when he gets to his car, he snaps back to Homid, thumbs the key fob, opens the passenger's door and flips the passenger's seat forward.

Only when Fons has been laid in the back seat of the coupe does he straighten. He doesn't wipe his mouth. He leaves the evidence where it is, raw and red.

"Another word out of your mouth," he says to Genevre, flat, "and you'll spend the rest of the night unconscious. Now get in the back."

He gets in the driver's seat. Sinclair piles into the passenger's. They pull away from the curb. Lukas is a good driver. He can be fast, but not tonight. Last thing they need is to skid off the icy roads and crash into a telephone pole.

"I need to take Dirge of the Covenant to the Elder Council. Both of you are coming with me as witnesses. When that is settled, Genevre, we'll discuss your behavior."

A beat.

"And stop trying to ingratiate yourself to us. We've seen you dance between Fons and I often enough. That trick won't work anymore."

[Genevre de Provence] She just shook her head and got in the car, leaning her head on the door window and waited.

[Sinclair] She gets to I was just -- and the Galliard lets out a harsh huff of air, a sound of frustration. Her hand unlocks from the kinswoman's wrist, and the next thing Genevre knows, there's a hand flying towards her face. The strike is calculated, carefully placed, and incredibly powerful. The entirety of the Unbroken feels the surge of Perun's blessing go through it, and a second later, Sinclair is catching the Fang before so much as a hair on her head brushes the asphalt.

Genevre is carried to the BMW. Genevre is, apparently, going to spend the rest of the night unconscious. Neither warning from Lord or Walker was heeded, so she is put into the back seat with her cousin, both of the Fangs motionless, only one of them breathing.

Sinclair gets in the passenger seat, tense. Nothing is said, now. She watches the city go by through the windows, steaming the glass with her breathing. The only communication is a brush against Lukas's mind over the totemlink, questioning.

Concerned.

[Wyrmbreaker] Lukas gives a quick sharp jerk of his head, as though shaking off a physical touch.

All he says is, "It's too soon. We'll talk about it later." A breath, deep. His hand tightens on the wheel and he shifts into sixth gear. "Call Katherine and tell her to meet us at the Caern."

[Sinclair] He could call Katherine, too, the same way Sinclair decides to. She doesn't pull out her cellphone and thumb across the display to the Silver Fang's name. She pulls her mental outreach back from her Alpha's mind and reaches out to another, though all of the Unbroken hear it.

...Kate?

Uncertain, almost. Querulous.

Lukas and I are on our way to the Caern. You need to be there when we arrive.

A beat.

So if you're not already there, leave now.