[Danicka Musil] "What has she been given?" Danicka asks as she enters their... circle, so to speak, having seen Adara head through to the kitchen as she was coming inside.
[Amunet] "She was chosen."
[Jackson Montgomery] "Hello Danicka." He gives her a little smile and nod. He, apparently, is not drinking. "How are you?"
[Danicka Musil] Laying her bag down on a free barstool, Danicka starts to shrug out of her coat. There's that ring on her left hand, a plain band if ever there was one -- white gold, and the finish isn't even the gleaming, glossy kind. From the look of it, up close, the inside of the band is shining, and rose gold, so the very side edges of the ring have that pale, warm color. There are small round pearls in her ears. There's a bracelet on her right wrist, two thin bangles entwined with a slender, flat one that's been inscribed with vines and leaves, small flowers.
It's silver.
She lays her coat atop her bag and takes a seat. Danny glances at her but she shakes her head at him, smiling -- she isn't here for a drink, apparently, either. Not yet, at least. "I'm good, thank you," she tells Jackson. "You're two of the people I was hoping to catch tonight, actually." But before she gets into why, she tips her head to Amunet: "Chosen? You mean... because she's Garou?"
[Amunet] "Yes, Danicka" This is turning into a long night to end a long day. Another set of drinks is ordered. She's happy enough to drink for all of them, if need be.
[Jackson Montgomery] He stays quiet for the moment, letting the two women speak for now. He sits back a bit as he does so. It's not a skittish thing for him, it's just that he's smart enough to know that if you doesn't have anything to say, then don't just open your mouth to see what's going to come out.
[Danicka Musil] Her eyes move slightly between Amunet's poison tonight and the woman's face. Danicka merely looks thoughtful. Then: "If you ever want to talk about it, you have my number," she says gently, but that is where she leaves it. There are many reasons why Danicka chose not to major in Psychology, even if more than one person commented that she'd have an aptitude for it.
"I wanted to touch base with you after last night's meeting and ask if you'd pass along to me the contact information for the Kinfolk you know, especially those who weren't able to be there last night or who left early. I need to get in touch with as many people as I can to let them know how to contact me, and to pass along a few messages of my own. Anyone who is interested in an alliance or coalition of Kinfolk is someone I'm particularly keen on talking to, because they're likely to be the more invested, involved ones."
She turns to Jackson. "I didn't get a chance to tell you last night, but I appreciated how... calm you kept everything whenever you spoke up. You spoke with candor, respect, and sense, and I was thankful for that." A beat. "Like I said, you're only a couple of the people I'm hoping to talk to a bit in coming days, but since you were both here, I wanted to ask you both that whenever you meet new Kin in town, could you make sure they have my number and email address? As I understood it -- and I'm sure it will evolve over time -- this 'liason' position is just a way for the Kinfolk to have someone speak up for them to the Garou, someone who isn't their Tribal alpha and has a hundred other things on their own plate. That's all I want to do. So I want everyone to be able to contact me easily if they need help."
[Amunet] The beer is downed almost as quickly as the shot, and she's on her feet mere moments after.
"Jackson is your man, Danicka. He's got notes from the meeting and everything."
She doesn't look at either of them, fingers playing in her hair as she glances to Jackson, then moves for the door quickly.
[Danicka Musil] Her eyebrows lift slightly, but she doesn't move to stop Amunet. If she's dismayed by the woman's quick exit, she doesn't mention it. She doesn't show it. She tips her head. "Do you need a cab?" is all she asks, a bit gingerly.
[Amunet] There's the smile again, pointed in their general direction. "I'm fine, thank you. It was nice to see you both again."
[Jackson Montgomery] He smiles a little to Danicka. The smile falters briefly as she talks about about needing to get in touch with other kin and asking them to pass the message along. As if there's...disappointment, maybe? But it returns when she thanks him for how he handled it.
"Thanks. I'll be sure to pass it along..."
And then Amy volunteers him, and he blinks. She moves to go, and his expression turns into a pained frown. "Amy..."
He goes quiet though, when the two talk. When Amy turns back to them, he gives her a faint smile and a silent sigh. "Have a good night, Amunet. Give me a call sometime...we can hang, okay?"
[Danicka Musil] [per/emp: that faltering, plus overall read]
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[Amunet] "Sure, Jackson. Goodnight."
She looks around quickly, before slipping out into the night.
[Danicka Musil] There it is again; no matter how soft her features, how fair her hair, how gentle that smile and how demure that voice, Danicka is a Shadow Lord. She is not a daughter of Jackson's tribe, no healing-handed follower of Unicorn. It is not in her to reach out to everyone, to care, to worry over. There is an invisible moment, hanging in the air, when it becomes clear that asking Amunet if she wouldn't rather take a cab than drive herself after drinking is as far as Danicka is going. Or would go. After that,
Amy is a grown-ass woman. And Danicka is not her governess. She has not been anyone's governess for a very long time now. So she nods, and says: "Have a good night, Amunet. I'll see you around."
When she leaves, Danicka gets Danny's attention and says: "I'll go ahead and have a vodka tonic," before she turns to Jackson. She does not, perhaps unsurprisingly at this point, begin to gossip about the departed Strider kinswoman. She observes him for a moment -- it's always hard to tell how deeply she's looking with those murky eyes of hers, like swimming through swamp water, pushing aside kelp, seeing vague movements of silver in the depths.
"I'd assumed Amy at least had the contact sheet," she says, sounding faintly amused. "But if you've got that, I'd really appreciate you emailing it to me as soon as you can." She pauses a moment, then tips her head to the side a bit as she regards him. Danny brings her drink, and she utters a quiet thank you, but doesn't sip it yet. "I'm sincerely curious to find out who ends up leading the coalition. Who do you think it might be?"
[Jackson Montgomery] He looks at her, his brow raising. "Um...no offense, Danicka, and maybe I've got this whole thing figured wrong. But if you're the person who's bringing the kinfolk concerns to the Garou...doesn't that kind of make you the defacto leader of the al--coalition?"
[Danicka Musil] Her eyebrows lift. "Absolutely not," she answers simply. "The coalition has nothing to do with the new positions created by the Elder last night. I tried to make myself very clear when it was offered to me that I would work with Amunet -- or whoever led the coalition -- as a colleague, regardless of whether or not she wanted to 'assist' me as a liason."
A beat. "If you hear other people caught in the same confusion, could you help clarify for them that the creation of the Kinfolk and Sept liasons does not in any way impinge on the heirarchy or creation of this alliance, or coalition, or whatever its members choose to call it?"
[Jackson Montgomery] "Oh." He blinks, and nods. "I...my apologies. It..." He looks embarrassed now, cheeks coloring. They seem to do that fairly easily. Jackson is an empathic man, but he could certainly be a better liar and protector of his thoughts.
"There was a shit-ton of stuff going on. Excuse my French. And frankly...I was more than a wee bit nervous. The last time I was around high-ranking Garou of that level...well. Let's just say, I was nervous as shit. Especially with every kinfolk who threw something or snorted or threw threats around." He chuckles. "Shit, Danicka. I came to this city because, between you and me, I was trying to get away from what my family had planned for me and live my own life. Still help the cause, no doubt. But..."
He shrugs. "And then I was suddenly involved in this whole thing and what was built like a sign-up sheet for Glee Club turned into something I was emotionally invested in. So it was like Carter and Izzy and Nash were just kicking it bit by bit from our fingers. Long story short, my mind was kind of elsewhere. I'm thinking Amy's was, too."
[Danicka Musil] For the first time, Danicka lifts her glass and takes a drink of the vodka tonic. It's not something she usually drinks down here. She seems to sip when Jackson is blushing, as though to give him the privacy to work out his momentary embarrassment without staring at him all the while. When he's recovered a bit, she looks at him again. There's none of the demure gaze-dropping that she did when she spoke to Balance Without Fault at the meeting last night. Jackson is Kin. He has no rage. She is not worried, frankly, about what he might be able to do to her.
She's changed a great deal in the last few years.
Shit, Danicka, he says, and she smiles. Amused. On the verge of laughing, from the sound of her breath coming from her nostrils, but it's good-natured. As he goes on, that smile falters a bit. Aches a little, around the edges. She just nods. "I understand. All of that, really. I... heard about this new alliance and I had to work through my own issues with it, given how things went the last time. I got burnt on the whole idea of trying to work with other Kinfolk in some organized fashion."
There's a pause. She shrugs a little, taking another drink. "Frankly, after some of the displays last night, I'm content to let them go on trying to organize themselves however they see fit. I'm glad to serve as a go-between. We all have a tribal alpha to go to, but frankly... what if your tribal alpha is the problem? What if your tribal alpha's mate is the problem? What if you don't have a tribal alpha in the city for one reason or another?" She shrugs again. The dining room is starting to clear out. Jackson and Danicka are among the only people not being gently hinted at to make their way out.
"I'm just interested in who ends up leading it all, because when it comes to liasing between the coalition and the sept, I need to establish a working relationship with them." A beat. "Honestly, talking to you right now, I want to know why you aren't a name on the list of potential candidates. You're sensible. Respectful. You seem experienced in the ways the nation works, and you care.
And if I may be frank...you don't have... some of the baggage that Amunet seems to be lugging around."
[Jackson Montgomery] He smiles a little and shrugs. "I have my own baggage. It might not be as...ignitable as Amy's, but...it's there." But then, who doesn't. He smiles and lets out a slow breath.
"If you want to know why I'm not on the list? Yeah, I know how the Nation works, to a degree. About as well as any kinfolk, I suppose. But...it's not my thing, really. I'm not saying I wouldn't help spearhead things, but...I'm not the kind of guy you want as a leader of this. You said it yourself last night, Danicka...this can't be a democracy. If I wanna be frank, my instinct is to try and find what works for everyone. And we need someone who will listen to different viewpoints, sure. Try to find compromises, absolutely. But when it comes down to it, we need someone who's going to do what Balance Without Fault would do, or any of the Tribal Elders worth their rank. And say 'I've considered it all; this is what we're doing."
He smiles and shrugs. "Outside of my films, I can't do that."
[Danicka Musil] "Everyone has baggage," Danicka says mildly, when he mentions his. "It just matters how much you let it get in the way."
She sips her drink then, and people are shuffling out of the dining room and waitstaff is wiping tables, chattering about going to so-and-so's place afterward to drink (and bitch about work and gossip about the meeting here last night and possibly hook up). She just listens. He says his instinct is to find what works for everyone, how what's needed is someone to lead, not please.
She smiles. "I'm glad you can at least do it somewhere. You might surprise yourself, but... I'm glad that someone like you is involved, at least. It's just hard to find good leaders, no matter who or what you are. You can't please everyone all of the time, and you can't be a dictator." She shrugs. "But there are those who see a tyrant any time a decision is made that they don't like, and it's hard to go ahead and lead anyway regardless of their... well, bitching."
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] It's a pretty big restaurant, the Brotherhood of Thieves. Big enough that overhead there's room for ten good-sized rooms, a huge commons area, and an equally cavernous unisex restroom. Down here, there's room for a large dining room, a full bar, and a bakery counter.
Lukas has slipped in the front door a little while ago. It's hard to ignore him; there's so much Rage there. But he's being unobtrusive as he can, and anyway -- he's lingering over the bakery counter, studying the pastries there. In another other restaurant they would've been tossed in the trash by now. Here, the staff leaves the leftovers in the cold case overnight for hungry residents, refreshing their stock in the early morning.
In the end, Lukas chooses a lemon danish. Maybe it's the closest thing he can find to candied orange kolaches. And passing the bar, he winks at Danicka and nods at Jackson, heading to the kitchen for some coffee to go with it.
[Danicka Musil] Oh, Lukas can slip in if he likes. He's six-four. He's a wall of Rage, a mountain of muscle, a host of other cliches. But Danicka turns her head when the door opens, when the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She sees him, and Jackson sees her go very still for a moment, her face a mask. He's going to the bakery counter, and she doesn't suddenly jump up and wave him over.
But her eyes follow him for a few moments, even as she's talking to the Child of Gaia Kinsman. It takes awhile for them to track back to Jackson.
[Adara Mires] She was coming down the stairs, still dressed in running shoes, an old pair of jeans and a white and pink Hello Kitty women tee. Her new tribal style tattoo could be seen coming out from under the left sleeve and going down to the top of her hand where it ends in four points, one over the back of her thumb the three others on the back of her hand. Her medium lenght auburn hair was tied in a ponytail, with a lock left free, falling over her left eye.
She was bringing down an empty beer bottle and stopped as she felt and saw Lukas. Her lips curled into a smile as she greet him "Good evening Lukas"She said in a polite tone. She has been in his presence a few times and knew she could drop the Rhya title btu she also knew he was of higher rank and they weren't friends. So her tone was warm, but polite.
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] [CAN I READ THAT MASK? i'm totally doing this just to see if i can. LOL.]
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[Danicka Musil] [actively hiding reaction!]
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[Jackson Montgomery] "Thank you. I definitely want to take a big role in it, no doubt. I'm just not the person for THE role." A little smile. "Red and white concentric circles isn't a good look on me, and they aren't very slimming either."
Then he sees Lukas. Danicka watches him...Jackson doesn't even realize how much he straightens his posture. It's not fear, it's not cowering or being tense. But there is a naturalness...an ease that happens when a kinfolk is around other kin. It's more natural than when they're around humans even, because the need to hide so much is lessened. You block off certain parts of yourself for any reason, and tension will always be there. The tension of lying by omission, and that nagging doubt...will you be caught by this person someday? Part of the reason kinfolk need the Nation is that they can be who they are around their fellow kin and not have to lie about that fact.
Now Garou, that is another matter. Kinfolk have a tendency to shape up--or at least this kinfolk does. Maybe it's his raising, or maybe it's something else. But when Lukas comes in, what was already friendly and polite loses his informality, the tendency to use curse words, and becomes something else. A bit more upstanding.
Some Garou tell kinfolk they don't have to do that. Those Garou are wrong. In the eyes of some kinfolk of the Nation, it's not possible not to do so. It's huiman nature, and it's environment. He gives Lukas a nod.
And then Adara comes in, and it's heightened just a bit. One Garou is one thing; two is a bit more exponential. And while he doesn't affect the formality around Adara that he does around Lukas--perhaps it's something about Adren Ahrouns--it still heightens a bit more. Just the way it is.
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] So he doesn't quite slip in. And his mate catches him slipping in, looks right at him -- pokerfaced. He looks back. He can't figure her out. God himself couldn't figure her out right now.
There was a time when that would've driven him to a fit of insecurity and anger. When he would've marched over and demanded to know what was that, what was that for, what, what, why, how. Now, he just looks at her for a moment, curious, then picks out his pastry and,
passing, nods at Jackson and smiles at Danicka. Just a little. No wink. He's cramming a pastry in his mouth as he's going into the kitchen, and Adara is coming down the stairs, and he's saying, "Hey Adara," or trying to. It comes out hnh, ah-harah. He bites off that mouthful, takes the pastry in hand, manages a little less muffled, "How's it going?"
Then he's gone. In through the double-swinging doors to the kitchen. How rude! -- only nope, twenty seconds later he's back with a mug of coffee, picking up the conversation like it had never lagged. "You get BroHo security squared away with all the residents?"
[Adara Mires] She had to chuckle at his greeting. One shouldn't laugh at a higher rankin Garou but well..it was funny. "I'm doing pretty goo. How about you?" She ask, still smiling, using hte time when he disapeared to walk to the bar and leave the bootle there
"Good evening Danicka"She tell the beautiful blond and nodded to Jackson "Hey again" She smiled to both of them and then Lukas was back and she smoothly moved to where she was when he went to get some coffee.
"To be honest" She say, answering his question about the Brotherhood "I haven't seenonly Kyle and Gina, both seem fine with the plan. It leaves Cordelia and Sofie, and I never seem to be able to catch them. I think they are ok with it, if not I probably would have heard something. I did write that any comment or suggestion would be welcome. Still I won't presume and will leave them a note. If I have no reply then they won't be able to say that I haven't reached out for them"
She shrugh slightly "I hope the meeting went the way you and Balance Without Fault wanted, yesterday?"
[Danicka Musil] That makes her laugh briefly -- the description of a target painted right on his back. "Hear, hear," she mutters, and takes a drink.
That she reacted when Lukas came in -- sat a little straighter, became still, followed him with her eyes-- has already been addressed. She notices Adara come back, too, but she doesn't know the woman very well, nor does Danicka tend to go out of her way to get to know Garou. She's quieter now, too, though some of that is because the discussion she was having with Jackson faded naturally.
He knows what she would like him to do, just get her people's information so she can make sure they know what she's there for and how to find her. So that -- as she now knows she needs to do -- she can tell them no, I'm not stomping in and taking over your alliance. She isn't here to gossip about anyone behind their back, and she's not here to push anyone into doing what they aren't inclined to do.
So she drinks her vodka and tonic, and says to Jackson, "You're not going to have anything?"
[Danicka Musil] [crap, it didn't refresh. *waves hand* Danicka gives a respectful nod of greeting to Adara when she says hi.]
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] "I can't speak for Balance-rhya," Lukas replies, sipping coffee before nomfing down another bite of danish, "but I spent half of the meeting mostly listening and the other half talking to Carter outside. Good talk, though. I think we actually came to something of an understanding. He voluntarily agreed to go into a month's worth of seclusion on my pack's territory; I'm hoping some time to himself will let him see beyond his own scars to the bigger picture.
"As for the kin-Garou relations -- I think a lot of dirty laundry got aired, but maybe it was necessary. Ninety percent of it sounded like misunderstandings and miscommunication, so the biggest step forward was probably setting up a pair of liaisons between kin and Garou. Just so there's someone actively working to keep communications open.
"So, yeah." Lukas smiles, a little wry. "I guess it did go the way I wanted. Or at least in a good way, more or less."
[Jackson Montgomery] "Adara." He smiles to her and sits back, then looks to Danicka. He smiles a bit. "No, no. I do more than enough drinking back at my place. Can't experience college life without a little alcohol poisoning at least once, right?"
See, he did remember at least something from the meeting that Danicka had said, apparently. He grins and shrugs. "I'm trying to be relatively clear headed if I'm not in the safety of my home, as a rule."
[Adara Mires] She lisened to him, watching him. She frowned slightly when he talked about Carter, but didn't interrupt him. She was smiling by the end though, glad that thing moved forward
"Well I"m glad that things went well. And what about those liaison. Anyone has been chosen yet? or is it still up in the air? I mgiht sound curious but if something come up and someone has been named, it would be useful to know who I should adress to"
She paused with a slight tilt of her head "As for Carter, what do the month seclusion implie? Does it mean, no one can visit him? And he was actually teaching me to shoot better. Do I find myself without a trainer for a month or would he be allowed to go to the shooting range with me?"
She ask, curious. It affected her routine and well, better to know now and plan in consequence if she wouldn't have any access to Carter for month.
[Danicka Musil] "Is that so? College. Alcohol poisoning. I'll have to look into that," Danicka says, with what seems very close to genuine curiosity about this Experiencing College Life bit. Her tone is a little arch, though, a trifle wry. "I suppose that's a generally good rule," she goes on, finishing her drink. "I'd say the Brotherhood of Thieves is a place you can go ahead and get muddle-headed without worry, but that's... far from the truth."
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Lukas, sipping coffee, shakes his head mutely. When he lowers his mug he answers, "He can go to work at Daoi's laboratory, and he can keep holding his lessons in Kate's loft. Live ammunition's out, though. Obviously. You'll have to go to him for pointers, but do your own shooting at the range." A pause, curious. "Why are you learning to shoot, anyway? You're Garou, and your moon's hardly small.
"As for the liaisons -- Dani&+269;ka on the kin side," Lukas replies, nodding over Adara's shoulder at the pair of kin sitting not too far away, "and Matthieu, the Silver Fang, on the Garou."
[Katherine Bellamonte] After 5AM, the world is ripe for purchase to a visit from Katherine Bellamonte.
She promptly rises at this hour or at the latest an hour after most every day of her life unless there is a better temptation to the hour found between her bedsheets. It is a little startling how she can manage herself; manage her appearance quite the way she does. Never a wrinkle in her clothing or a hair out of place. Her lipstick is never smudged, her eyeliner rarely overdone.
She appears quite without warning -- which is a lie no matter the Garou's desire for with high Rage bells might as well toll in towers heavy with precaution -- as she ever tends to; stepping into the Brotherhood of Thieves with a hood drawn over her head, her winter's coat trimmed with faux fur; fringing her creamy complexion and adding to the aura of other-worldliness to the Silver Fang.
Some Fianna must wonder if there wasn't a trace of Fae to those lovely features; the pale, pale eyes.
Still, few things could argue with the breeding of a child of Falcon. Honor's Compass, only having been here a night ago, stood in the doorway and tucked gloves into her handbag; they were black to contrast against her coat.
[Jackson Montgomery] A faint smile. "I'm less worried about what might happen here at the Brotherhood than what happens in the cab, or between the cab and my building's door."
Oh look. Katherine. Jackson Montgomery, good little kin. Gooood little kin. He probably doesn't even realize he's doing it. Ironically, this is probably the point where he might most be able to be confused, as was noted early--if not for his breeding--with a very well-behaved upper class Silver Fang.
[Adara Mires] She looked over at Danicka when he mention her and then nodded to him "Mirror's Whisper right? Galliard Elder?"
She ask him, since there might be another Matthieu around. Who knows.
"As for my desire to learn how to shoot, use a blade, and fight bare handed, in a very human way it's fairly simple. I want to be ab;e to defend myself if I"m attacked in a public place without having to worry about the Veil. It happened recently in a cemetary, in broad daylight. There was no witnesses but a camera filmed us. We had to take down the camera because some had shifted to another form.
I might be lazy but if Ic an avoid lifiting the Veil to take care of a threat, I will. But I'm not dumb enought to actually let myself be killed for that either. I'll deal with the Veil once the treat is destroyed. I just try to fight smartly, and less mistakes one's make, better it is for one's safety and the Caern. I also believe you can never know enough or have enough skills. It can always prove to be useful"
And then Katherine stepped in and well no one would ever miss the Sulver Fang stepping in any place. Her eyes moved to the Adren beauty, nodding to her for she was too far to greet her right now
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] "That's the one," Lukas confirms. Katherine enters. Lukas nods at her, a smile and a flash of his eyebrows indicating some sort of greeting over Adara's head. Then back to the young Galliard, listening.
"Fair enough," he says. "Come on," he adds, tipping his head toward the bar. "Let's join them."
[Danicka Musil] She looks up again as Katherine comes in -- the staff was just about to lock those front doors, but they move out of the way for the Adren Philodox, Elder of her Auspice, Elder of the Silver Fangs, and so on
and so forth.
Again, Danicka's face is a mask when she sees the Garou enter. She's still a moment, then returns her attention to Jackson, as Adara and Lukas have yet to make their way over. Her glass is empty, and she doesn't ask Danny to make her another. It was quite some time ago that she gave him her information, a sort of endless tab she arranged with him. She trusts him, at least to go in every couple of weeks and pay the Brotherhood for whatever she's racked up. She's outlined what to charge her for tips. She doesn't worry about it.
"You know, Jackson," she says offhandedly, "something tells me you've got a wicked streak a mile long and a fathom deep." Her eyebrows flick, and she sees Lukas heading their way. She smiles. No mask, this time.
[Adara Mires] She nodded and smile at Lukas "All right" She say to him when he propose to join the two kin and the newly arrived Silver Fang Adren. She walk with him, smiling one more at Danicka and Jackson, while bowing slightly to Katherine "Good evening Honor's Compass Rhya, how are you doing?"
ShShe order a beer to Danny before he completly close the bar, paying it and waiting before drinking from the bottle.
[Katherine Bellamonte] She does present a picture, Katherine, doesn't she.
To a young man like Jackson, educated or at least in the process of gaining further credit to the fact, here is a young woman barely as old as, if not a year or so more than himself that he could feasibly date except for those mitigating factors -- you know -- that she was a monster; her rank in monster terms was a scary notion; her Rage made his skin think about crawling away.
It was not that the lovely blonde creature projected the outward dread that say, a Fenrir might, but more that knowing what she was and what she was capable of made her beauty colder, somehow. Made her seem out of grasp. Whether or not she fed into these ideas, was anyone's notion. Katherine, certainly, would never cede the truth if that were the case. When she crosses the restaurant; her expression seems amiable enough.
Jackson, like Danicka, get the benefit of a nod; though her steps guide her toward her Alpha in an unerring fashion.
"Good morning, Adara," the Half Moon corrects with a twitch of her mouth, her hands straying to the pockets of her coat. "I am well, perhaps too ambitious for the bakery to have fresh loaves, that being said."
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Lukas can remember a night where he stood behind this bar, played Danny's part. He remembers taking down bottle after bottle of liquor, telling a cub this is cognac, drink of the Silver Fangs, and this is scotch, drink of the Fianna, and this is potato vodka, which only badass Shadow Lords drink.
That cub grew up; left this Sept to seek her fortunes elsewhere. The memory doesn't necessarily mean anything, but it's a pleasant one all the same.
No mask this time when his mate smiles at him. No mask for him, either, when he touches her shoulder, the backs of his knuckles just barely brushing there. Then he pulls himself up on the barstool beside her, casually making introductions. "This is Adara Mires. Fury Galliard. She wards the Brotherhood. Have you guys all met?"
And to Kate, helpfully: "There's pastries from last night. Are you going to get one?" That's a little too hopeful. Kate can tell, she can just tell, that if she says yes he's going to say since you're up already, bring me one of the lemon danishes!
[Katherine Bellamonte] Oh, she knows.
She raises one of her eyebrows at her Alpha; it's a motion Katherine has perfected over the years and it says so, so much without saying anything at all. She eyebrows her thoughts at him and then her lips pinch together. Mmm, she hums, and crosses toward the Bakery without further comment.
--
When she comes back, moments later, she has a blueberry danish in one hand, and a lemon in the other. She holds one out to Lukas. "Your tart." Deliciously wry.
[Adara Mires] She smiled at Katherine and nodded. It was morning and she was right. To Adara is was still possibly Monday, or even Sunday for all the sleep she had the night before. Yet she seem to be doing pretty well for someone running on a three hour nap in the last 48 hours. Though she expect that once everyone has left...and maybe even before, she will head for her bedroom and fall into a deep coma or something similar until it's dark again. Aaahh the life of a slacker. Well to be honest, she wasn't spending her days doing nothing. She worked, once in a while and the rest of the time, she was trying to help others, Garou and Kin alike, while doing her part for the Nation.
She smiled and nodded to Lukas and Danicka when the Elder introduce her to his mate "We've met once" She tell Lukas then look at the Shadow Lord Kin "It's good to see you again Danicka" She say to the other woman
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Lukas's grin lights up his face. "Yay," he says by way of thank-you, not even bothering to ask how Kate just knew. He does, however, break the pastry in half. One half goes to Danicka. The other promptly begins to disappear into his mouth.
"What are you still doing up, anyway?" he wants to know. "Doesn't your majesty usually rise with the sun?"
[Danicka Musil] Once upon a time, Katherine smirking as she offers Lukas your tart would have been a veiled, entirely unkind reference to the blonde woman Lukas has -- let's be frank -- been enamored of since roughly the moment he met her. Once upon a time, Danicka would have had nothing remotely kind to say about Katherine, either.
Times have changed. So have they. "Lukáš told me you became Adren, too," she says, by way of greeting the Fang. "Congratulations, Katherine," she adds, with what seems sincere but -- also frankly -- not terribly invested praise. It means less to her that Katherine achieves her rank than, say, Lukas. She doesn't pretend otherwise. But the congratulations is real enough, all the same.
For Adara Danicka has a small smile, a nod. No good to see you, too! though once she might have picked up on Adara's friendliness and done what she good to cater to it. She doesn't now. She doesn't have to, now, to be honest. She just smiles, and remains relatively quiet, even as Lukas is trying to hand her food.
As usual. Danicka laughs. "You eat it. I ate while I was working in my lab." Which is different from the lab.
[Katherine Bellamonte] They were pack, would no doubt have been her answer to how'd you know?, some things you just did.
His mate awards her kind words for achieving rank and Katherine studies Danicka's face a moment not with the avid suspicion it once might have housed at such nice sentiments from the woman but with the consideration of any who has been gifted with kind words and wishes to award the giver with the appropriate sort of acknowledgement.
"I thank you," she settles for; it seems diplomatic and appropriate, without fuss. "It may amaze you, Lukas," she continues on with, her tone altering just so to a more baiting, teasing sensibility with the Ahroun. It speaks of long friendship, this, that she has no fear of making him bristle with her words. "But there are several usable hours that Gaia gave us that begin before the sun rises."
She sniffs, and straightens her back.
"I have already posted my weekly letters to Maman and Edward," for she would never consider emailing, or phoning, "and checked on Bellamonte Park this morning already."
[Danicka Musil] Danicka laughs.
[Adara Mires] She watch Katherine and Lukas interact with amusement and..envy? Maybe. They were packmates, seem to have been so for some time. No packless Garou could witness their familiarity without a twinge of jealousy. One day, she'll be liek them..hopefully. In a pack and a member of it long enough to feel like everyone is different but an extension of yourself as well.
Danicka doesn't say anything, doesn't seem to want to be firendly and it was ok. She wasn't offending so it was fine by Adara.
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Lukas doesn't seem perturbed that Danicka doesn't want the other half of the twelve-hour-old pastry. He nomfs it himself, making as short work of it as he might any foe on the battlefield.
Then, sounding appalled: "When did you get up? You know, after a certain point you're not really waking up early anymore. You're just sleeping all day." For Adara's benefit, "Kate's been slowly shifting her schedule back. She thinks we haven't noticed, but we have."
[Katherine Bellamonte] Danicka laughs, Katherine's eyes shift to her and her mouth quivers a little with knowing entertainment. She's aware her habits can amuse but for the Silver Fang, at least, there is as much benefit to be derived from forcing such appalled tones from the Shadow Lord as anything.
"Now, Lukas," as tenderly condescending as any of her tribe, "there is no need to express your envy that I have such control over my hours. I have told you time and again if you want lessons in management, I will schedule some for you."
[Adara Mires] She nodded to Lukas, watching him and Katherine. She smiled at their banter, drinking from her beer, nodding to Lukas when he explain about Katherine schedule.
She grin "At least she has one. Mine is mostly..do what's needed when it's needed. And soon my schedule says, get your behind to bed because you will fall on the spot if you don't"
Shedoesn't seem eager to go. She can last ofr some time but not hours. She stiffles ayawn as her emerald eyes travel from Lukas, to Katherine to Danicka and back.
[Danicka Musil] "The Sokolovs were the same," Danicka mentions, concerning hours. "Elizaveta was up by six, promptly, every day. I was up at five to prepare for her, as was her nanny when she had one. Breakfast was at eight, and we all got quite a lot done before ever sitting down to eat."
A beat. She smiles, eyebrows up a touch. "It was abyssmal. I can't imagine a schedule more geared towards removing all joy out of life and replacing it with grinding, daily, meaningless accomplishment." Her smile grows a tad. "Though I suppose Katherine can find her enjoyment of life in other areas."
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] "Maybe you could schedule some meetings with Junk Food Anonymous for yourself," Lukas retorts with mock ire, "seeing as how I found another box of Sam's Club ice cream sandwiches in your freezer." The Shadow Lord pops down the last bite of his pastry, then gets up and one-armedly hugs Katherine, dropping a crumbly kiss on her head.
"Oh, and I ate the last one," he adds, "and on that note, I'm fleeing before Kate decides to test out her new Gifts on me." He summons some semblance of propriety, nodding to the Fury and the kin, "Jackson, Adara -- have a good one."
And to Danicka: "Vašem místě nebo dolu?"
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] [er, Sam's Club mini peanutbutter cups.]
[Danicka Musil] "Lukáš," Danicka says, her tone gently chiding, her voice wrapping around his name like an embrace, "weren't you the one who told me how rude it is to speak our own tongue around people who can't understand it? So excluding," she tsks, then adds:
"Měli byste si uložit české, pokud chcete říct veřejně, jak moc chcete jíst mé horké, mokré píči málo," which is gentle, said a little sadly. She reaches for her coat, laid atop her bag, and rises to her feet, leaning over to pat his arm before she turns to the others.
"He just wanted to ask if I'd rather spend the night at my place or upstairs," she explains. "And I just told him that I'd actually rather get back to my place to get a little more work done tonight."
[Danicka Musil] [for BLATANT lying]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Lukas blushes.
[Katherine Bellamonte] Honor's Compass laughs at Danicka's words.
"I suppose it is grueling," a moment, she toys with a curl of hair around a finger as if she were no more than a coy teenage girl asked a deep, philosophical question by a teacher, "but I like order in my days, where I can afford it. So much is lost to circumstance and chance that I find comfort in being able to post my letters, go about my errands before any can take that semblance of order from me."
Lukas hugs her briskly; kisses her and leaves residue.
"Oh, now," Katherine gently pushes him off, and wipes her brow, frowning without rancor. "You have fantasies about sweets at the Loft, I dare say you put them there yourself." Then Danicka chides him, adds something that makes him blush and Katherine is smirking; outright.
"I cannot blame you," Katherine flits an unimpressed eye at the upstairs. "Paper thin walls, here."
[Danicka Musil] "No, my work is actually quite quiet," Danicka says back to Katherine, with a vague look of confusion. "It's mostly just looking at the rods under the microscope and taking notes, applying various compounds. A lot of documentation."
[Katherine Bellamonte] "Oh," a blush to pair her with her Alpha, "no, I meant simply, you hear every whisper of your neighbor's thoughts."
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] "Okay," Lukas breaks in, all but clapping Danicka's coat over her shoulders and ushering her toward the door, "we're leaving now. Goodnight, Katherine. Goodnight Jackson. Goodnight, Adara."
[Adara Mires] She listened to Lukas and Danicka, not understand what they were saying. It wasn't english, it wasn't greek so it wasn't for her to know the meaning. She grin at Katheirne's comment "Tell me about it." She say about the walls "My room is just beside his after all"
She say in a playful tone "Well speaking about my room, this is where I"m heading." She smiled to them all "Good night Jackson, Danicka"Of course Katherine and lukas gets a small bow each "Good day Katherine" She say with a soft grin "Good night Lukas"
She put her emtpy bottle behind the bar and head for the stairs.
[Danicka Musil] Danicka smiles. "Of course," she says, lifting up her coat -- it's white, too, though made of wool with shiny black buttons, no hood, no faux fur -- and starting to put it on. She knows Lukas likes to hold it for her, help her into it. He gets some bizarre chivalrous kick out of holding open doors, out of playing the gentleman with her -- or else it's just long, long habit drilled into him by his mentor. It's not quite the same as the instinctive drive he has to make sure she's fed. To offer her his own food if it means she doesn't go hungry. To make sure she's warm. To make sure she's safe.
She's picking up that coat, getting into it, and Lukas wraps her up in it like a child getting wrapped in a towel after a bath and starts all but dragging her in his wake towards the door. She laughs aloud, a brighter, more open sound than any chuckle she's let loose tonight. "Goodnight, Katherine! I'll talk to you see, Jackson. Adara," she adds, by way of goodbye, slinging her purse over her shoulder.
"You're so rude," she can be heard scolding Lukas again, before the door swings closed behind them.
[Katherine Bellamonte] [on THAT note, I'ma fade Kate out hereish. :) ]
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] [i think we're all fading at this point! thanks for the RP, guys :] i'm... gonna go ahead and boot jackson. i think sam's asleep, and i don't wanna leave him here all night *LMAO*]
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] [booting: the online equivalent and piling your drunk friend into the backseat and taking him home.]
[Danicka Musil] [thanks for the RP, all! and: LOL]
[Adara Mires] (thanks for the scene everyone *waves and disappear*
celebration.
11 years ago