[Erich] Erich Orlov chooses the most direct manner he knows to locate the Fenrir. Crouched in the Umbra, a small stone hanging from a thread before him, he follows its tugging and pulling, loping through Cabrini where he’d thought he’d find his target, only to be pulled away, further downtown. He moves fast; blocks pass him as he avoids dangers, troubles, malicious spirits. He moves quickly, and soon enough finds himself before the flickering, gauze thin representation of the cafe. Considers his options, and then opts for the least risky manner to cross over.
A toilet flushes. The sound of a zipper begin zipped. A hard palm judders the stall door open, and Erich emerges, stone faced, eyes on the mirror. He washes his hands, works up a lather, sluices it off, dries them. Straightens, examines his features. The last blow Kemp had delivered had nearly shattered his jaw. And for some reason it hadn’t healed right. Not yet. Half his face is still swollen, his left eye still blacked. It looks fucking painful, as if somebody had taken a balpeen hammer to him.
No matter. He straightens his black pinstripe shirt, adjusts the collar, and moves out of the bathroom, through the cafe, searching the patrons till he espies the Rotagar outside. A breath. Control. Then he emerges from the front door, and stops before the Fostern’s table.
[Kemp] He didn’t look up as he felt the other approach. He continued to eat like a robot or half starved wolf intent on getting as much in while he had a chance unchallenged for his kill so to speak. Chest expanding with a deep inhale before he let it out slowly.
“Just let me finish and if ya want to start something. Infact, welcomed to sit if ya want while I finish up here.”
One long fingered hand moved out to wrap around the sweating glass infront of him. Dirt encrusted nails turning whitish in the center, pinker on the edges as he lifted the glass to suck from the straw.
[Erich] “Yes, alright,” says Erich with surprising amenability, pulling out a chair and lowering himself into it. Feet planted under the table, enough pressure exherted to push the front two chair legs up a fraction of an inch. He lets his gaze wander from Kemp to consider the other patrons. Then down the length of the street, bored study, the far side of the street. He considers the parked cars with people in them. The man on the corner reading a Time Magazine. The line of people waiting in the bus stop. Turns his gaze into the cafe proper, and looks at the girls behind the counter. The fresh pastries on display.
His hands remain fallen in his lamp, fingers incurled, still. He doesn’t shift, twitch, adjust himself. Simply sits, waiting, watching, for Kemp to finish.
[Kemp] His dark hair hung over his eyes with his head lowered as he ate, shoving fries then the last couple bites of a burger into his mouth. Only as he finished the last fry did he look up to eye Erich. Once more lifting the glass as he leaned back.
“We need to take this somewhere not so public?”
Tongue darting across his lips, collecting salt and ketchup before he closed his lips around the red and white stripped straw to suck down a few swallows.
[Erich] “That is entirely up to you, Kemp,” says Erich, his voice a low rumble, slurred by his jaw injury. The Slavic intonations muted, harsh. “I’ve come to fulfill the challenge we started a few days ago.”
There’s a pause. Erich’s gaze is flat, serious, solemn. “As I recall, I have to kiss your ass and apologize.”
Then, improbably, his lips crack in a rough grin, which in turn causes him to wince and sit up, putting hand to his jaw. “Fuck, Kemp.” He shakes his head. “You punch like a fucking sledge hammer.” Shakes his head, touching the swelling, and then leans back, partly irritated, annoyed by the pain, partly amused.
[Kemp] “Well, if we are going to do that, then it best be back where the terms were set.”
And for a moment his lips curled around the straw as he watched Erich.
“Ya went for my nuts man. I couldn’t believe that shit. Gotta say, learned something there. Ain’t run into that in no fight before with a straight male.”
[AnneMarie Hoch] She does, at times, do things other then patrol. Odd, hm? This time, she exits a little cafe down the street, slender fingers wrapped around a cup of something or another. She is as she always is – tall, imposing, unapproachable. She likes it that way, after all.
She, unlike all past, current and probably future Eagles, is well dressed. Slacks and a white buttondown blouse, perfectly pressed, unrumpled. Her long coat has been replaced by a shorter version, unbuttoned and unbelted. Boots are polished, and the 2 inch heels add more to her already impressive height.
She stands out. She can’t help it. She doesn’t even try.
[Erich] Erich watches him, leaning back in his chair, at ease despite the subtle tension that fills the air. “Of course I went for your nuts. You kept gesturing and grabbing at them. I thought you were telling me something.” The words spoken quietly, politely, with a faint, razor edged smile rising.
[Kemp] “I weren’t grabbing them during that, cause if I was, ya would of ended up holding my damned hand and I don’t swing that way.”
His green eyes moved over Erich, noting the damage still showing.
“I don’t know why ya decided I said something I didn’t. I don’t know why ya got all pissy and shit on my honor like that. Whatever the reason, are ya here now to start again or is it done?”
[Erich] “It’s done, Kemp.” His voice is mellow, relaxed, despite the omnipresent iron that can be sensed beneath the near langour. “I’m not some fool cub who refuses to acknowledge the outcome of a Challenge. I stepped, you won, and that’s fine with me.”
The words come in an easy rumble, like two old friends debating the outcome of a football game, and the exchange of $5 bet over the outcome.
“I still don’t know why you lied. It doesn’t fit with what I know of you.” A frown surfaces, hampered by the swelling. “Nor why you keep denying it. But that’s in the past. You’re allowed to change your mind, I suppose, and anyways, this was all resolved down by the docks.”
[AnneMarie Hoch] Long strides show animalistic grace as she moves along the walk, a path opening before her easily enough, for all it is a darkened moon. She doesn’t seem to notice it (she notices everything) but accepts it as due course.
She lifts the cup of coffee to her lips, taking a slow sip, leaving a lipstick stain across the edge of the lid. Her free hand is tucked in her the pocket of her slacks, her pale gaze sweeping the street. Not her usual haunt, true, but no reason not to be on her toes. In fact, a good reason to be even more aware.
[Kemp] He went still, his green eyes hardening with the line of his jaw as small creases appeared at the corners of his eyes with their narrowing.
“I ain’t lied. I ain’t changed my mind. I ain’t sure what the fuck is going on in your head, but it’s remembering shit that I never said. Now, each person sees things, hears things differently, but I’m gonna say this one last time. I did not lie. I never told ya I left the Eagles cause I did not agree with how things went down with Baaku.”
[Erich] Erich holds Kemp’s gaze, and then the focus of his attention turns inwards, and his frown deepens. He sticks out his jaw, winces, and allows it to relax once more. Pushes himself up slightly on the balls of his feet, causing the chair to rise an inch, lowers it. Looks down at the table.
“I can remember it distinctly, Kemp. Your words. We were at Nessa’s. I asked you outright about your position on the murder.” This is all said so quietly that Kemp will have to strain forwards to hear it. “You told me, and this is about as near to quoting you as I can get, ‘Decker and the Eagles killed Baaku. Skadi and I are no longer with the Eagles. Put two and two together.'” He raises his gaze and meets Kemp’s gaze again.
“Now, are you telling me that you did not say those words? Because I must be going fucking crazy if you are. There’s no other way to explain this very. Vivid. Memory.”
He leans forwards now, resting his forarms on the edge of the table, the air between them thinning as Erich stares at Kemp, searching his face for some sign of duplicity.
[AnneMarie Hoch] Even without the benefits of pack, there are some folks that simply stand out in a crowd to someone. Once you’ve been packed, even if that mystical bond is not there, you find them.
And he’s there, outside of a Cafe, with another. As she gets near enough, she waits until Kemp looks up and gives him the same nod she always has. Up. Eagle style. With Respect that comes with long association.
[Kemp] He frowned, watching Erich.
“Man, I weren’t drunk or nothing. I don’t drink. Ya asked if I was there. I said, it’s done, the Eagles killed him, he challenged and regardless of right or wrong with where and how it was done, we took that challenge to him. That it weren’t murder. It was face to face, one on one and he was not alone, some of his pack were there and stood there. Just like we stood and watched the first challenge answered. He used a gift, then he lost. It was over just like that. I never ever said we left the Eagles, that I left the Eagles over Baaku. We, I left for several reasons, not for that shit. Now, maybe it’s your memory that is flawed.”
He had leaned forward too until he felt AM so close. Slowly his head turned to meet her gaze and just as slowly he gave a nod up before turning his attention back to Erich.
“There now, we are back to the start.”
[Erich] Erich turns his gaze to let it slide past AnneMarie; he doesn’t recognize her, though Kemp’s nod vouchsafes her for the moment. His attention his firmly riveted by Kemp’s words, though, so he sits back once more, frowning, brow creased, slowly shaking his head.
“But.. that’s not what you said.” To himself. “But… hmm.” He’s thinking. Eyes growing heavy lidded like the eyes of a viper. “Though I remember great anger towards you stemming from that meeting. And… lasting until my next meeting with Nessa.” He pauses at that, and his frown deepens.
[AnneMarie Hoch] She receives a nod from Kemp, and it is enough that she pauses a moment. Truth be told, she misses hearing the little shit in her head. She arches a brow, slightly, toward Erich in question – and if Kemp tells her to move along she will. But for now, she hesitates nearby.
[Kemp] “Awfuckme. You were pissed because I wouldn’t say it was wrong and all that shit. Ya got pissed because ya want vengeance and I say, it is done. It has been dealt with by the Sept and to dig at this wound further is to invite more death. Ya heard Blood Debt at the challenge. She sneared at both of us about weren’t there enough dead already, enough others to fight?”
[Erich] “No, no,” he says, still quietly, still pondering, “I understand all that. Your position. I’m just trying to understand… why I remember our meeting… differently from the way you tell it. From the way I remember feeling about it.”
His frown remains, haunting his face.
[AnneMarie Hoch] Vengeance is mentioned and that quirk of a brow happens again. Dealt with and the Sept and Dead and well – she is far from stupid, contrary to popular belief.
She lifts her cup of coffee again, and listens in.
[Erich] (Is AM standing right at their elbows? Cause Erich is speaking low enough for Kemp to have trouble hearing.)
[Ewan Selwyn] *Ewan came down from the roof of the Digital Eye where he’d been putting up a big metal pole with branches on it, where… he’d hung more bat houses. Glancing around the store he went to flop on the cow couch and grab the Popular science that just came in. A grunt and he scratched at a bone protruding from his forarm. It’d be ready to break in a few hours. Joy*
[AnneMarie Hoch] (But is Kemp? *L* She’s near by. All of that was reaction to what Kemp said.)
[Erich] (Ah! Ok. *laughs*)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (S’why I chose the words I did. Each was in Kemps post. And kemp is not known for being quiet.)
[Ewan Selwyn] (( snickers* Nor sedate…. ))
[Kemp] He didn’t send AM off, but he kept his attention on Erich as he too leaned back.
“I think ya got oldtimers. That is why you remember things differently. That or ya got hit on the head and your brain is scrambled eggs. Cause that is not what happened. And then ya come around all buddy buddy and then flip out. I think seriously ya need one of them cat spams or something.”
[Erich] “I came round all buddy buddy because I thought you and I were on the same page,” he near snaps. “Which is why I got so fucking pissed when you found out you’d done a 180.”
He subdues his seething, brow furrowing once more.
[AnneMarie Hoch] Not sent off, she remains and makes no effort to hide the fact she is watching, and listening in with what she can. Facial expressions are also noted, body language, so on and so forth. Silence breeds the study of people, after all, and she has been silent longer then most.
[Kemp] “How the fuck could we be on the same page if ya fucking left all pissed off and shit?”
He did glance at AM again with a frown that he turned back on Erich.
“Oh hello, stop and think on that a moment. Ya left fuckin pissed like, and ya remember we were on the same damned fuckin page? I ain’t never and ain’t never gonna say I left because of that fight. It was not murder no matter how ya paint it. It was judged by the Sept, we done got our punishment, the entire group of us. Done is done. Stop and think now.”
[Ewan Selwyn] *Grunting he tossed the mag on the table and yelled up stairs for somone to come mind the store. When one of the pack showed up he grabbed his Artic digital cammo army surplus jacket, 3 sizes too big, and headed out. He wanted some coffee.. or hot chocolate.. something. Turning right, he headed east along the Mile.*
[Erich] Erich does just that. He doesn’t respond. He doesn’t look about. His gaze is wholly turned inwards. His eyes are nearly closed. Slowly, slowly, he shakes his head, and then rises to his feet.
“I’m going to go down to the docks. Speak to somebody who might be able to help with this. Is it alright if I track you down later to fulfil the terms of the challenge?”
[AnneMarie Hoch] Done is done he says. Punishments and murder. She sets her coffee cup on the nearest table – the one right next to them – and from the pocket of her jacket she pulls out a whiteboard and pen. A few moments later, she steps forward, and sets the board in front of Erich before she takes up her coffee again.
On the board. Introductions are in order, apparently, since I seem to be part of the topic of situation. I am AnneMarie Hoch. Ruhigar. And if you wish to speak to me, or otherwise, do so. I tire of folks debating this behind my back in a constant stab against myself and my packmates – past and current.
Whether he reads it or not is up to him.
[Kemp] “Oh yeah. Infact….”
A wicked gleam entered his eyes.
“Ya can wait till the next moot if ya want.”
There was likely a challenge in that one too as he glanced to the board, up to AM and then to Erich.
[Ewan Selwyn] North north north, out of the little 7 block circle that his pack claims. Nice and small, so they can patrol it right and know what’s going on inside it. He paused at the borders and looked up at the new bat houses he’d put on the sides of a few of the buildings and nodded. Heading on up it was another two blocks before he saw the trio of garou outside the coffee shop. Sure there were coffee shops inside his turf but the one they were at had good raspberry filled donuts. &+13;&+10;&+13;&+10;It was OFF his turff so he slowed seeing them. Wanting to give them the chance to see him and what not. “polite’ when you’re a blood thirsty monster and all. Surprises could end up bloody.*
[AnneMarie Hoch] (topic. of. conversation. yes.)
[Erich] Erich turns his head, almost nonchalantly as the white board is thrust towards him, and his dark eyes flicker down the scrawled text, and then lash up to her face. His face darkens, and he straightens. Slowly rises from his chair, turning now, to face her.
[Twilight] Heya,
Phil told me about the message AM passed and asked me to come and moderate; I don’t know how AM knows about any of this IC.
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[Erich] She’s been listening in to Kemp, and was able to piece it together. No complaints there – just that this might get dicey!
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[Ewan Selwyn] *Ewan raises his brows seeing that and stopped about… 20 feet down the way. A tilt of his head and his glassy clear blue eyes looked over the lord and Fenrir woman. A bit of a sigh and he heads on up, Turning to go into the coffee place. Making it to the counter his soft voice issued forth.* Um…. Rocky mountain blend. Super.. er.. grande.. the biggest cup you have? and two of those raspberry filled jelly donuts. &+13;&+10;&+13;&+10;*He tugged the long sleeve of his shirt down and pulled out his wallet for a few crumpled bills. Checking the front window as he did, to make sure noone was flying towards it, and thusly himself*
[AnneMarie Hoch] (any of what? She’s reacting to what she heard Kemp say – as far as she knows, she’s the only one who’s in the middle of
…yeah. What he said. *L* Thanks – I was about to get defensive there, Phil. *L* I was like “CRAP I thought I explained that!” And moderations cool with me, I deliberately dropped her into this room knowing shit could go down. *L*)
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[Kemp] (( Huh? ))
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[AnneMarie Hoch] AnneMarie Hoch
Tue 7:13 pm
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(any of what? She’s reacting to what she heard Kemp say – as far as she knows, she’s the only one who’s in the middle of
…yeah. What he said. *L* Thanks – I was about to get defensive there, Phil. *L* I was like “CRAP I thought I explained that!” And moderations cool with me, I deliberately dropped her into this room knowing shit could go down. *L*)
(hits RIGHT buttons this time. Sorry Kemp!)
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[Erich] *laughs* Lessa, post that to liz!
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[AnneMarie Hoch] She doesn’t tense, she just watches him as he darkens and stands, rising to face her. She reclaims her coffee cup, and takes a long swallow, before setting it back down – this time on the same table she dropped her white board on. Hands slip into the pockets of her coat then, as she faces the ShadowLord.
She is silent – no surprise. She meets his gaze – also no surprise. She drops her eyes a mere fraction. And waits.
[Erich] “So you are the AnneMarie Hoch I’ve heard so much about,” he says finally, his gaze moving up and down her frame before settling on her face. A smile quirks his badly swollen face; he nods once, as if confirming something within, and then looks her in the face.
“You can just nod.” His voice is pitched low. “You’re a cub, right?”
[AnneMarie Hoch] A smirk twists across her lips – briefly there then gone, an expression so fast it is as if it never existed at all. Her nod is more a lift of her chin – Eagle style, but without the respect another eagle would garner from it. It is simply an affirmative.
No more. No less.
[Ewan Selwyn] *Paying for his coffee he picked up the cup and made a bit of a face. Hot…. taking a sip, he picked up the small bag with the two donuts in it and headed for the front door. Backing though it he turned and strolled over. Bowing his head in respect to Kemp and looking at the other two.* Donut?&+13;&+10;*Spoken to kemp as he neared* Raspberry filled…..
[Erich] “Right.” His voice is so soft, so quiet, it’s barely audible. The tones behind it are lethal. He stands before her, his own chin raised, his posture dominant, his hands loose and unfisted by his side.
“Well then, cub,, get the fuck out of my face.”
[Kemp] He lifted his chin to Ewan with a muttered.
“Heh, thanks. I like raspberry.”
Snagging a dounut as he watched Erich and AM to freeze in mid bite with the interaction between the two.
[Ewan Selwyn] *Ewan nodded to his better and pulled out the other and went on ahead and took his bite, but yep. He’s watching the interaction too. Those glassy eyes on them both*
[AnneMarie Hoch] The lethal tones in his voice get a reaction, but likely not the one he thinks. Amusement, perhaps. Defiance maybe. A flicker in pale gaze and nothing more. Her hand comes from her pocket, the whiteboard is taken up, and it is drug across her thigh to clean it. There is a stain there – the one thing that mars the well-dressed appearance, that suggests it is a habit, long ingrained and no longer thought twice about.
Pen to board as she writes. Quickly, simply, with easily read printing. This is a public place, in a territory unmarked. You speak in public, of matters that directly involve me, with a past packmate of mine who still holds my respect. But since you don’t wish to take your grievance to the source, I shall simply enjoy my coffee.
And she reaches behind her, to the chair at the table next to them, and pulls it out. She takes a seat, and sets the whiteboard, and its message, on the table before her before she reaches to reclaim her coffee, and take a sip.
[Erich] Erich doesn’t read what she writes on the board. He simply watches her face. Watches her as she writes on the board, as she holds it out for him to read, for however long she holds it, and then as she finally pulls out the chair and sits down, he nods, once, and turns to Kemp.
“I understand now why you left them,” is all he says, and then, with a look of smug satisfaction on his face, he turns and begins to walk away.
[AnneMarie Hoch] She did not hold it for him to read, he would have to take it from the table for that.
Instead, she is watching him, slim leg crossing over the other. There is something in her gaze, but it remains undefined.
[Kemp] He growled with that one, a low sound.
“Word play again Erich. We done been over this and over this. Ain’t why I left. Now, if she gets all crazy shit and does what ya did, she’ll ignore all that and headbutt your ass, or go for your balls and challenge ya.”
Licking his fingers as he turned the donut to suck the jelly out the hole it had been inserted through.
[Ewan Selwyn] *Ewan shook his head a bit and took another bite of his donut. He didn’t say anything. Wasn’t his fight or whatever. His face pretty unreadable. Save for ‘mmm raspberry’. Those glassy eyes shifting from him to AM*&+13;&+10;
[Erich] (Thanks for the scene, guys. Unless stopped, Erich’s soon out of sight.)
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[AnneMarie Hoch] She just watches him, this cub with more honor then a ShadowLord, and shakes her head briefly before turning to look at Kemp. With the words head butt, and challenge, she cleans the whiteboard once more, writes simply, and hands it to Kemp.
Challenge? Did you do that to his face?
And finally, a slight nod for Ewan in greeting.
[Ewan Selwyn] *Ewan looks at the bord and laughed nodding. He’d seen it happen* Dude went for ol Kemp-rhya’s package. &+13;&+10;&+13;&+10;*he raised his coffee cup to AM. Nodding to her* It was nice of you not to beat his ass right here on the street, AnneMarie… he might not know it, but we do.
[Kemp] He shrugged with a grunt, swallowing the bite he had taken before speaking.
“For him to challenge you at this time, would be a loss of honor for him. Your rank prevents that, whether or not ya realize it. He done right in leaving. You would have to do something he could not let slide and keep face.”
[AnneMarie Hoch] She lifts a shoulder in a shrug, and writes again. I tire of having people quiet and walk away to speak in hushed tones when I arrive. What was done was done, and was done by me. It was judged by the sept, and punishment fulfilled by all of us. If they had any balls, they would come to the source instead of weave lies behind the scenes. They are dishonorable fucks, and I grow weary of the whispering slander. Fucking Lords. I’ve more honor in my big toe then the whole of that Tribe.
A snort, and she takes another sip of her coffee. Then, an added comment. I seek to regain rank as soon as possible so they are no longer too scared to fight. Followed by a bemused smirk.
[Ewan Selwyn] *Ewan read and chuckled a bit and nodded* Make sure to invite me. &+13;&+10;&+13;&+10;*he raised his cup* Rhya. *A respectful nod to Kemp. Then a nod to AM as well* AnneMarie. Nice seeing you both. I better get back down the mile, for one of my pack burn the place down. &+13;&+10;&+13;&+10;Take it easy.
[Kemp] “Heh, Ewan.”
He lifted his chin to the other before letting out a long suffering sigh, trying to talk to AM.
“Ya don’t get it. He ain’t stupid enough to challenge a cub. Like it or not, that’s the way it is. He has more honor than that. Like it or not. And as is right, he is not going to seek ya out to confront ya while you are a cub.”
[AnneMarie Hoch] On the contrary, I do get it. They wait for me, because they are too chickenshit to deal with my alpha, as would also be proper. It matters not – I’m just sick of the whispering. I thank you for not doing so. It’s annoying to be the topic of a conversation no one will share with you.
She nods to Ewan in farewell.
[Ewan Selwyn] (( thanks for the play guys. Gonna go watch some Alaskian crab fishermen and marvel at just how unmanly I am))
[AnneMarie Hoch] ((Heh.))
[Kemp] He chuckled, licking his fingers.
“Shit, ya know they ain’t gonna challenge Deck. And ya know the fucker brought it to me cause he thought he could play me. Thought I was a weak link cause I ain’t packed. But far as challenges go. He ain’t gonna challenge ya with your rank. And we know he is not going to challenge your alpha.”
[AnneMarie Hoch] A silent chuckle as she glances at Kemp.
We know you are far from weak. Truth be told, I even miss your voice at times. Not all the time. But occasionally. I know Decker would not ask, so I will. You are alright?
[Kemp] “Heh, I’m still alive ain’t I? Shit, who knows? Maybe all this was for a good reason? Maybe Gaia knew something we didn’t? I don’t know. I still do what I always did. I fight when I gotta and eat and sleep between. What about you?”
[AnneMarie Hoch] A swipe of the board across her thigh, cleaned only to mar it once again. I still do as I always did, I fight when I need too, and patrol in between. Occasionally I sleep. A mirror of his words, with the same amusement threaded between the letters, across her expression.
We are investigating the Bog still, what we started before things happened at the Sept. It is interesting, and not the usual thing I am accustomed to handling. We no longer have a Godi, and this silent Modi dealing with Spirits is a sight to behold.
[Kemp] “Heh, where did Hyde go?”
He reached for his glass to take a draw from the straw. Watching her face as she lowered her head to write again. He fuckin hated reading, even after tutoring.
[AnneMarie Hoch] He continued to be as he was when you were part of us. Silence had enough, and told him to walk. Kathrin followed. It is now Silence, myself, and the temporary coggie. We brought another back from the moot in Minnesota, but he is not bonded. Another may join us as well from there.
She writes as simply as possible, as few words as possible. She remembers how he hates to read.
[Kemp] “Heh, even though you guys are not part of the Sept here? These others might leave their home and come here and join up? Heh, well I wish ya well. Whatever comes of it.”
He looked up, pincing the bridge of his nose as the writing made him go crosseyed with thinking.
[AnneMarie Hoch] She studies him a long moment, and perhaps thinks to say something about that, but then shakes her head. She finishes her coffee, and stands. Goodnight, Kemp. I’ve patrols to return to. I’ll cease making you read my words before your head explodes. The message contains amusement, she keeps that to the forefront in her eyes, rather then the insult she could take from his words. A nod – up, always – and she tosses her coffee cup into the trashcan, and retrieves her whiteboard.
Once he replies, if he does, she continues on her way.
[Kemp] “Heh, thanks. My poor little brain is over taxed as it is.”
Snickering as he reached for his drink again, slouching further as he watched her rise to depart.
[AnneMarie Hoch] A touch of her hand against his shoulder as she moves behind him – old habits, and all of that – and she makes her way again to the walk, and down the street.
Patrols. Never-ending. As is the annoyance of her status, when she aches to force the challenge. Someone on Eagle Turf somewhere will get a beating tonight. It’ll be deserved, and it will serve to work out the frustration, bleed it from her tension filled form.
Bring on the bloodletting. The Modi is on Patrol.
[Kemp] Thanks lady.
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