[Marni] (Nothing to see here…)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Marni] Down the street, on the same street, within sight but not without sound, there’s a curly-haired gnawer girl, accidentally bumping into a well dressed pedestrian as they cross the street in opposite directions. Her excuse is the book she’s reading, her actual reasoning hidden by the same book as he catches her arm to steady her. Marni’s dazzling smile and overall cute factor makes it easier to ignore the rage – lower than most, higher than some – that thrums under her skin, and easier still to miss her quick fingers dipping into his pocket and liberating his wallet.
Their conversation can’t be heard, and they part ways, only to see Marni turning back and waving the same wallet. “Oh! You dropped this!”
In his gratitude, he doesn’t notice it’s $20 lighter than it was before. He hurries his way, she turns down the street where there’s a lesson in politeness going on, tucking the cash away and resuming reading her book as she walks toward them, paying only the barest attention to where her feet are going, so she doesn’t trip on anyone.
[Echo Quinn] Echo tilts her head at Daniel. “See, now that she’s said no thanks, I don’t want it, I say, well that’s cool and put them away.” She tucks the packet into a back pocket and breathes smoke out into the breeze away from those she stands with.
The Forseti uses the Kinwoman’s first name, and his Ragabash looks terribly pleased with his progress. “That’s better.” Back to Moira, Echo jigs a foot a little, hyper-active. Taptaptap. “See now, we have progress already, Miss Murray wants to know if she can help us, and all it took were some manners.” She turns, and winks at the Fenrir Kin.
“And I’m sure we need help, per say, Moira, but maybe you can stay a bit and chat. Where do you live, close by? I hang at the Brotherhood, myself with this one.” A thumb is hiked at Daniel. “And my pack-mate, Joey.”
[Echo Quinn] [‘I’m not sure we need help…’ Christ, I could spell once.]
[Moira Murray] Moira caught the wink as she raised her gaze up just enough to read their expressions. Echo’s little dance would have drawn a smile out of the kin, but she refrains from showing it at the moment, less Daniel may think something was up. She tucks her hands into her pockets.
“I do not live around here at all as a matter-of-fact. I am in the process of relocation so I do not have a permanent residence currently. So I will likely be staking claim in a hotel until a new one can be procured, Ms. Quinn.”
She takes Daniel in with a quick sweep of her eyes, lifting an eyebrow at his dourness, “I have heard of the Brotherhood. I visited there once, but was warned to stay away from there by the current Jarl.”
[Broken Hammer] Daniel frowns. “Why would he do that?”
[Moira Murray] “Kemp doesn’t see it as a good place for kin and Garou to mingle from what I was told.” She replies, shrugging her shoulders.
[Marni] She doesn’t do a perfect job of watching where she walks of course – as she practically trips over – ironically enough – a garbage can. She bounces off, and tears her eyes away to glare at the offending piece of metal, only to spot something inside and instead of moving on – digging into it to grasp that OHSHINY thing that catches her attention.
When she’s snagged it, she closes her book, and spends her time shining it up on her sleeve as finally voices register – one that belongs to the kinfolk from earlier today. A happy smile appears and Marni speeds up her walk, closing the distance quickly.
[Echo Quinn] “Huh.” This is Echo’s reaction to the thoughts of the Fenrir’s current Jarl. She squints, and itches at her temple with short, blunt fingernails. “I guess from a potential attack’s point of view it is sorta like the Big Juicy X marks the spot but I mean, seriously, you’d need to be pretty fucking lucky to spring surprise on all those Garou combined.”
She frowns, and finishes her smoke, speaking as she breathes out a haze of it.
“Especially so near to the Caern.” A beat, her dark eyes flick back to Moira. “You know, there was a pretty decent place I stayed in when I first hit town, Motel by the name of the Weary Traveler over near Roosevelt. The rooms are basic, but clean and the manager is a dick but he’ll leave you be if you drop my name when you check in.”
[Broken Hammer] “Hm,” Broken Hammer thinks for a moment. “Well, you must not disobey the Jarl. If he forbids you to go there, then you must not go there.”
[Moira Murray] “He did not forbid visiting the place, just not to live there.”
She regards Echo with a small smile taking form on her mouth. “I will look into it.”
[Echo Quinn] Echo looks past Moira to where Marni is fast-approaching, and nods in her direction. “Someone you know? She seems to be comin’ by to say howdy.”
[Broken Hammer] (okay folks, my ass needs to hit the sack. dying here! daniel will hang around until “socialization” is over.)
[Marni] And indeed she is. Marni’s cute. There’s no denying it, and so she simply doesn’t. On the short side of average, a knowing little grin, curly hair, and curvy in all the right places – and she practically bounces as she walks, so filled with pent up energy and simple delight in her book, she’s been reading by lamplight.
“Howdy.” She says, with a dimpled grin for Echo. And to Moira. “Dude, that GUY earlier- gave me a WHOLE pizza! Before shutting himself in his bedroom. Weird.” And also, thanks for bailing on me with him and all – but that’s just good-naturedly weaving underneath.
[Echo Quinn] (Night, D! :) )
[Moira Murray] “I had to leave and the man was… getting weird. I figured you could have handled him better than I would of.”
Moira turns around to look at Marni, crinkling up her nose. She looks back at Echo. “There’s a new kinfolk that came to town. A man named James – something, Marni has seen him. He’s strider kin, but I don’t know any Striders… I figured maybe you all could look in on him?”
[Echo Quinn] The dark-haired Glass Walker standing with the dour-faced Fenrir is not in the least intimidating; perhaps she is charismatic, however in her no-fear approach to speaking her mind to a Son of Fenrir, in the manner she wears men’s clothing and yet retains a certain feminine appeal. Her smile is radiant, and quirkily charming and while her Rage is higher than most would expect from a No Moon — she does not immediately, or at least currently, strike anyone as menacing.
That was, of course, until you saw her in battle.
Or pissed her off royally.
“Sup,” she says, and holds out her hand again to shake, or slap, or whatever the curly-haired Gnawer professes to prefer in her greetings. “Echo Quinn, Glass Walker, Fostern, member of the Sentinels, as is my Strong Silent Type here.” Meaning Daniel. Moira mentions a new Strider Kinfolk, and Echo frowns, nodding.
“Sure, I could swing past. Got a surname for him, or where he’s hanging his hat?”
[Marni] “He was weird as fuck, man.” She laughs, and then slides her hand into Echo’s easily enough, and if Echo is wearing any rings, she VERY CAREFULLY doesn’t notice so as not to be too sorely tempted. (SHINY!). Instead, she dimples into a grin. “Rhya. Marni Geller, Sticky Fingers – though ya prooooooobably don’t wanna know why, specially shakin hands as we is – Cliath Raggie a Gnawin the proverbial Bone.”
A moment, and then she provides the surname. “Burchill. S’his last name.”
[Moira Murray] ” 6 Cabrini Apartments, second floor room 235 C. He is… a bit of a gun bunny I think. Ex-military most likely and not quite… up there.” She taps a finger to her forward and then twirls it around. “About 6’3, muscular, grizzly looking. Would be cute if he weren’t batshitcrazy.”
[Echo Quinn] “Another Ragabash, huh,” Echo laughs, a husky smoker’s laugh and her dark eyes gleam. “Very awesome. I’m always stoked to meet more, so nicely met Sticky Fingers.” She’s given a surname and files it away in her mental hard-drive. “James Burchill, logged it.
I’ll see if I can check in on him, weird as he is apparently, and get him caught up on the happenings.” She listens to his descriptors and busts up laughing, cupping her side. “Fucking brilliant, I’ll take some of the pack with me, then. I’m sure he’ll dig that.”
[Marni] Echo retrieves her hand, and it has everything that it was offered with – fortunately for Marni.
She tips her head when Echo mentions her pack. “Oh wait! Sentinals… that’s Nate’s pack too, right?” Aaaaaaand suddenly she’s wondered what Echo might have heard about her little impromptu grilling of said Gnawer at he little meet up. But Echo hasn’t pounded her – not yet, so maybe he kept it to himself…
Maybe luck is on her side…
[Marni] .
to Marni
[Moira Murray] Moira looks between Echo and Marni. When Echo agrees to take a peek on the Strider kin, she seems a bit more relaxed. Pulling the umbrella from underneath her arm, she looks away scrutinizing the street around them and then looks back at the pair.
She inclines her head, “If you’ll excuse me I should be going.”
[Echo Quinn] Echo nods at Moira, and glances side-on at her pack-mate as the Kinswoman begins to take her leave. “Take it easy, Moira and thanks for the heads-up about James.”
Then, to Marni: “Yeah, Nate’s one of ours! You know ‘im, do ya?”
[Moira Murray] “You are most welcome, Ms. Quinn.”
Moira inclines her head to Marni, abandoning the Gnawer for a second time, but at least it was with Echo and not some gunbunny of a Strider.
“Take care of yourself, Marni.”
[Marni] She grins at Moira and waves. “G’night.”
And then, Echo claims Nate, and clearly didn’t hear about the little meetup, and that makes the little gnawer to chuckle. “Yeah, we had a clan meetup and I put him through some questioning before I’d let him claim the mouthpiece title. He held up well, but I figured he’d peppered ya’ll with some questions after.”
Shameless, that grin.
[Echo Quinn] Echo digs out another cigarette, but instead of lighting it immediately, she toys with it, smoothing it between her fingers. “Yeah, he did mention something about being King of the Hill, or was it Mountain,” she frowns suddenly, remembering back. “I forget, I was on my fifth beer of the evening by that point.” She waves a hand, grinning.
“But that’s cool! Reminds me I owe him a meal or something in celebration.”
Speaking of, the young urrah‘s stomach makes its opinion on the subject known. “Hey, I think I might go grab some grub down Chinatown way, wanna join me? You can tell me the story of your life on the way.”
[Marni] She laughs and shrugs. “He started to get a bit riled, but held his own alright. I didn’t go easy on him, either.”
But then, she offers dinner, and requests her life story and Marni is chuckling. “Deal – if you spot me a smoke for the walk there.”
[Echo Quinn] [eee, and the girls go get grub, and like BOND and stuff. While I go peel potatoes. LMAO. Thanks for the scene, bb!]
[Marni] (*L* ditto. Later!)