pack favors.

[Nikolai] He rose up and finished his drink. Not really seeming to mind the Rage, like he doesn't feel that almost constantly. With a final gulp, he nodded to Mila and gave her small wave.

"Night all."

[Edwin Morr] ((Open scene?))

[Nikolai] ((gotta hop for a few, thanks for play))

[Mila Davis] (Yes)

[Edwin Morr] ((BotME

Man + Stealth + Fox))
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 5, 5, 6, 6, 9, 9, 10 (Failure at target 8)

[Edwin Morr] ((You suck, Kahseeno *baps*

Dex+Stealth+Fox))
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1

[Theron Locke] He watches as one of the males gets ready to make his leave. Theron gives him a nod in return before turning to the female "Hmm I don't think we have. I'm Theron.. who do I have the pleasure of meeting?" His eyes so warm and friendly, as he brings his glass to his lips for another sip, waiting for her reply.

[Kire Gustarf] He studied the new arrival for a moment, no words yet, though Nikolai's departure seemed to relieve some of the tense atmosphere around him. After a few seconds, he broke the silence. "Kire, Ahroun Cliath of the Glass Walkers."

[Edwin Morr] Night... The moon's lidless eye widened steadily by the day, as clouds scudded across it like ne'er-do-wells in cloaks hurrying about unspeakable business ghosting within dark alleyways. A creature, monster... What have you enters the room.

Its tread was light, scarcely audible at all, and it moved in a manner most difficult to follow. Smooth, excessively so, so much so that it seemed he was scarcely moving and yet, his progress was steady and swift in spite of this. The shadows seemed to grab at him like a jealous lover's arms...

As one who calls himself No Moon makes his way into the bar. A lopsided, dark grin spreads across sharply forgettable features... A liar's grin, promising of trouble and more yet to come. And beneath it, something of the veneer seems less genuine. Somehow, the grin made the man seem perhaps less than human, or more... Menacing, in the manner of a shark's dorsal fin, just prior to breaking the ocean's surface.

He says nothing to announce his presence... Indeed, he seems to magically appear out of thin air to all but the most alert and suspicious of patrons. A bottle of Jack Daniels upon the table before him... Somehow collected from behind the bar while Danny's back was turned to some other menial task.

((That's 7 suxx at diff 6 to detect him on a Perception roll (+Alertness if your character is paying special attention). ))

[Mila Davis] "Theron.. a pleasure to meet you. I'm Mila. Or Stormbreaker, if you perfer." She was the friendly sort as well - always wanting to make friends - it was easier to know what your friends were up to than your enemies anyway!

Had she been closer, and not had Kire in the way, she would have offered a hand in greeting. "This is Kire, he's a GW.. kinda shy.. doesn't talk much.. makes me seem like a chatterbox." She grinned and finished her glass of the amber liquid.

[Theron Locke] The smile remains "likewise I'm sure. I'm also known as Eyes of the Oncoming Storm." Theron Locke seemed to be a personable sort of fellow. Someone had once called him adaptable and it seemed to be a pretty fitting assessment. It seemed the Shadow Lord could be whatever it was that people wanted him to be.

A small nod towards Kire "Pleasure to meet you Kire. Nothing wrong with being quiet, sometimes it allows one to listen better."

[Mila Davis] "Wicked name." A smirk.. her gaze shifted for a moment to the bartender who refilled her glass. He got a quiet thank you before her attention returned to Theron. For now, she'd let Kire.. be Kire and let him pretend he was invisable.

[Kire Gustarf] He gave the man a strange expression that might have just been a failed attempt at a smile before turning back to his hamburger that had finally arrived. A bite later, he turned back to the two, considering what to say and failing.

[Edwin Morr] A slight klink of glass touching glass, perhaps less the accident than it appeared to be, as the bottle of Jack Daniels lightly touched the glass at hand upon the table before him. Then, without a word, the one called Morr downs the shot in one fell swoop.

That sly liar's grin never leaving his face, even as eyes shadowed by a low slung black baseball cap consider the trio at the bar before him.

[Theron Locke] Theron raises an eyebrow at the smirk "Something amusing Mila ?" he asks once she has finished talking to the bartender and he is assured of her attention. Fingers idly drumming on the top of the bar.

His food also arriving shortly after Kire gets his meal, a medium rare steak with steamed fresh vegetables and chunky steak fries. Cutting into the meat as red tinged juices flow out and he places the tender steak into his mouth. Chewing for a few moments and then swallowing.

There is the sound of glass clinking against glass behind the bar, and the Theurge's vision flicks to that location.

[ What was that? - Per + Ale ]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Edwin Morr] ((No roll needed to see Edwin now, he's not actively hiding anymore [as is evidenced by the noise he made] ))

[Theron Locke] (( ahh thankyou! ))

[Mila Davis] "Ah, hell if I know anymore Theron - I've been here too long. Too long trying to talk to myself.. or our quiet friend here." She motioned towards Kire. He was a good guy, but.. difficult to interact with.

"You lived in Chicago long? I never have a clue as to who's been here for awhile and who's new too.."

[Theron Locke] Theron turns and his eyes narrow slightly as he spots the familiar face of Edwin Morr. A shake of his head as his face goes calm once more "Evening Edwin, I didn't notice your arrival." a wry sort of smile on his lips.

Then turning back to Mila "Well I'm here now so that might change" a grin forming on his lips as mirth touches his eyes. "But yeah need to be careful about talking to yourself. Someone might think that your mad and mistake you for a Fang." He then gives her a playful wink.

"Nah not long, about six months now. Came here with a reason but found myself staying around."

[Mila Davis] That.. was funny. The small sip of her drink she'd taken was nearly spit across the bar. It took a moment to compose herself and wipe away little drops of what she almost spit out.

[Kire Gustarf] Apparently attempting to shrink out of existence and teleport elsewhere didn't work unless you were headed for the Umbra. So the large Glass Walker remained in his seat, quiet as a mouse and trying (and failing) to be unobstructive. Another name was called, another arrival it seemed. Never again was he coming here to eat. Never again.

Still, courtesy said he should at least reciprocate Mila's earlier attempts at conversation, or did it? He was confused. "Do you have any guns?" Not the best topic of conversation and definitely a strange question but roughly the only thing he was comfortable discussing at lengths.

[Wyrmbreaker] It's always obvious whether Lukas is coming in from outside or coming down from his room upstairs. It's the latter case tonight, and the Shadow Lord is casually dressed: lounge pants in grey, a sleeveless shirt, unmarked, in black. He comes through the double-hinged kitchen doors, goes directly to the bar, and levers himself up on a barstool beside his packmate.

"Excuse us a second," he says to Mila, nabs a fry off Theron's plate, and then speaks to Theron. "Can you do me a favor?"

[Jesmond Krutova] Truth be told, Jesmond rarely visited the Brotherhood. She had no fear of it, or of what or whom she might find within it but rather simply little time to stop by it with a full time job and a younger sister to tend to. A younger sibling who was, according to a discussion had between the pair the evening before last, grounded for a week for stealing their Aunt's car and joyriding around the slums in it.

Occasion had had Jesmond witnessing an altercation between Fenrir as Teodora drove by; occasion had also had one of the Fenrir accidentally put his fist through the brunette Kinwoman's rear passenger side window [he had been aiming, she knew, for the other's face, not the glass]. That window was taped over at present, as the old car was pulled up outside of the restaurant, and the slender figure slipped from it; slamming the door hard; hinges protesting the motion with weary metallic groans. As ever when leaving Mercy, the former Fenrir-by-adoption was dressed in a pressed white uniform, a name badge glimpsed beneath an un-cinched overcoat.

She's checking her watch, the mild-mannered female, and shrugging her coat off in the hopes of a table opening up.

[Mila Davis] "With me?" A brow rose to Kire. "No there's not a reason to." Grey-blue eyes shifted over to the sudden appearance of Lukas. She gave him a little nod, acknowledging him and what he'd said. Mila want back to her own business at that point.. seeing he wanted to talk to Theron.

[Theron Locke] It wasn't even Lukas' rage that had given him away to Theron, but that familiar touch at the corners of his mind. The link through their totem Perun ever present. So the Theurge is not surprised when his Alpha, his brother pulls up a barstool and sits beside him.

The plate pushed a few inches to give his Alpha easier access to the meal "Of course brother, what's the favor?" and then a strange look towards Kire as he asks Mila a perculiar question indeed.

[Kire Gustarf] The man quirked an eyebrow and looked at the woman for a moment, the first time an expression had been so clearly expressed on his face. That expression was horror, 'no reason' she said! He shuddered at those words. A short glance to Lukas at his arrival and a nod in greeting and respect, he turned back to Mila. Ready to impart a timeless lesson upon the woman. "Always reason to."

[Wyrmbreaker] "I need a message sent to our brothers and sisters and kin." Another fry disappears off Theron's plate and into Wyrmbreaker's mouth. "Those I haven't met face to face yet. The usual spiel. If you could summon a few stormcrows for me, that's probably the best way to get it across."

[Jesmond Krutova] If the Kinswoman was cowed by the high levels of Rage in the restaurant, she composed herself against it well, took to a table out of the general ebb and flow of movement and hung her coat over the spare chair. A menu was opened and perused, and an order put in for steak with a side of greens, white wine and a bottle of water. The ordering was very quick, Jesmond didn't linger over her choices and she had a fondness for red meat.

Perhaps that too, was some hinting toward her true tribe.

[Mila Davis] "Perhaps, Kire. That's just not my style. I'll use it, if need be. But really, I got things at my disposal.. and so do you, that is much more powerful and scary than that.." She shook her head slightly and glanced back toward the door .. noting the unfamiliar one sitting at a table with a bottle and then kin with the obvious breeding.

Both, got a little smile and a raise of the glass in greeting.

[Edwin Morr] Shaded eyes turn to where Lukas and Theron stand in quiet consultation... Something dark and livid passes behind the forgettably featured face. Or did it? It was hard to tell with that terrible grin ever present upon the No Moon's lips.

But Edwin pours another shot and watches quietly... Shaded eyes turning to where Jesmond now sat awaiting her order.

[Theron Locke] Theron listens and nods "I should be able to arrange that. Guess your so busy these days, face to face meetings will just have to wait. I was going to ask you about when the next tribal moot will be called, it's been awhile since the last one."

"But in the meantime , yeah your plan sounds like the best one. Just let me know when"

His eyes then drift towards the door as he hears it open and then closed. A familiar face, his kinswoman who he had played chaffeur too a number of times.

[Wyrmbreaker] "A tribal moot will be called when one needs to be called. Did you have something on your mind?"

Briefly, the Ahroun's eyes flick past his packmate, touch on Edwin, then on Jesmond, each held long enough to be a greeting in its own right.

[Edwin Morr] At Theron's greeting, Edwin's grin merely widened... A small, brief nod as he sat drinking quietly. Wyrmbreaker gets the same at the Full Moon's stare; Edwin watches it all with that same terrible grin and shaded gaze...

[Jesmond Krutova] Forgettable -- is not precisely the way you'd describe the Kinfolk sitting in the corner, watching the goings on of the restaurant with a casual ease. Her hair was very dark, edging toward black and long enough that the strands loosened from the hair-clip she wore it back with framed her jaw line. Her eyes were shielded too well by distance and lighting to be seen as anything more than dark; her her bone structure was finely wrought; the slope of the nose pleasing, the mouth full and well formed.

It seemed a face intended for smiling, for warmer expressions that the simple nonchalance it currently wore. The wrist that idly reached for a glass of water to sip from bore only a watch, there were no rings on her fingers, and only a set of glittering studded earrings in each lobe. A female Garou at the bar toasts in her direction, and Jesmond's mouth curves in a polite smile, she inclines her head, though her gaze is perfunctory, and moves over Edwin next -- studying the wolf as it studies her.

[Jesmond Krutova] The Alpha himself, and his pack-mate are both cast smiles, polite, reciprocal things before Jesmond's attention is grasped by a waiter, bearing her supper.

[Kire Gustarf] Another shudder in horror at the woman's words, but he gave up. More and more arrivals, he went quiet, unnaturally fidgety over it. There was no way he could make her understand in the current circumstances. Instead, he took his chance as everyone's attention seemed to shift to the arrivals momentarily. Ducking under and attempting to escape without being seen, otherwise it'd get all 'see ya' and 'good bye' and overextend itself.

[Escape from Alcatraz! Dex + Stealth diff 10]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 5, 5, 6, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 10)

[Mila Davis] Mila swirled the ice in her glass. An elbow rested on the bar and her cheek in her hand. She looked a little bored, despite how many people were here. It seemed she was having more luck with conversation when the two silent people sat beside her. Oh well, she'd live and perhaps take a note from Kire, and just listen for a change.

And.. Kire was gone. Damnit. Now all she really had was her glass to keep her company.

[Edwin Morr] Edwin's eyes consider the kin for a time... Before the bottle and glass are taken in hand, and Edwin makes his way to Jesmond's table. He seemed the most forgettable person in the world... His clothes unassuming, his features ordinarily sharp...

Yet there was something about him, something that hearkened unto dark tidings and whispered secrets... As though in being forgettable he was something more. Shadow Lord, it said... In words spoken by the very blood flowing through Trueborn veins.

He stops a few feet from her table, grinning that liar's grin.

"Evenin' doll... Mind sharin' yer table?"

[Theron Locke] Theron shakes his head "No , nothing in particular brother. So with everything going on at the moment it would probably be best not to waste everyone's precious time."

"Hmm perhaps it is time we moved to a table rather than the bar. Seems our group just got a bit larger." gesturing briefly towards Jesmond. Theron looks towards Mila as Kire disappears "Fancy joining us?.. not advisable to drink alone.. I know from experience."

[Wyrmbreaker] "Go on ahead," Lukas replies. "I'll start drafting out a message for the crows to carry. Meet me up on the roof when you're finished."

On that note, the Ahroun rises, claps Theron briefly on the shoulder, and -- after snagging a last fry -- heads back into the kitchen, up the stairs.

[Mila Davis] "Yeah.. sure, sounds good to me. Always nice to meet more family.." Mila slid off of the barstool, drink in hand, and waited for Theron.

[Wyrmbreaker] [thanks for the short-play, guys!]