[Karl Gyllenhammar] ”I do not expect his twisted tribe to understand the meaning. But it is my right. It did try to take my mate after all.”
Karl keeps his eyes on the Fury as she runs up to Simon, raising a brow, but chuckling a little.
“Besides… Carving Blood-Eagle on one of our kind has its drawbacks, and I would not suffer it to live through the experience.”
He looks back towards his mate as she starts wandering off, brow creasing a little. But they were close to home, and she knew to be cautious. Karl trusts the Fenrir woman like few others to do the right thing if danger appeared. A moment and he looks back to the others.
[Victor Oseragighte] That raw enthusiasm makes him smile, well familiar with the desire to just run himself. He does not interrupt, figuring they’ll get around to introducing him soon enough. Karl answers Simon then, and he can only nod to himself at the man’s answer, seeming a fair mix of vengeance and prudence.
[Izzy Montoya] There are any number of parks in Lake View, and any number of reasons that each of them would be in one. Izzy, however, is not necessarily the type one would assume would frequent such establishments, but nevertheless, she’s here, moving through with her typically purposeful stride.
Everything about her screams Cop – and she seems perfectly fine with that. Dark slacks, a light colored tailored shirt under a blazer, worn for one purpose only – to keep her gun from plain view. Sensible shoes, and hair that hangs in long soft curls around a face of strong features – which, when added to the purity of her blood – tells so very much about her distant past, her relatives, heroes and warriors that died long before she was born.
She is Fenrir. She is a cop, too. She is a great many things that not a single member of the Nation would ever know…
…and now, she is in a park, eying the gathering of Rage over there…
[Simon] He blinks, like a deer caught in headlights as she comes racing towards him. He catches the gleam in her eye and he quickly jumps to his feet almost taking up a defensive stance, and when she jumps at him he laughs and reaches out to pull the girl into a hug snatching her up and spinning her around then dropping her on the floor. She was smaller, quite frail by comparison to the Ahroun who is smiling back.”Haven’t seen you around. Where you been?”He asks her curiously before peeking back at Karl.
“Suffering is what it needs… Those things would have done far worse to your mate. The way I see it… Making it suffer might not teach it a lesson but it’ll sure as hell warn those who are about to dedicate themselves to the Wyrm what kinda life they’re about to adopt.”He smiles a little.”I think it’s time we put the fear of god back in those sons of mutant fucking whores.”Bitch would be a compliment after all many Garou were in fact born to bitches.
[Adamidas] She imagines, briefly, that this is probably what it’s like to have a brother. She doesn’t think about it too long. He moves into a defensive position, but it’s too late, because she’s moving towards him. She’s pouncing on him. Oh Simon, poor Simon, he must feel her tiny wrath. If it weren’t for her totem, she would be frail by comparison. She is decidedly smaller, and seemingly okay with hugs.
He gets one. The spinning illicits a laugh. Being put down makes her finally stop and reorient herself- it takes a little effort-
“Preparing for summer,” she says. He hasn’t seen her around. The statement is equal parts reverie and concern. Summer, it seems, is serious business. She looks at the sky for a minute, “it’s too cold for June.”
She is concerned, and she waits for a second. She listens. She notices faces she doesn’t know, Victor… gets a look. A long look, a very… interested look. Different frozen north.
“Alethea Adamidas,” she says, “Rain of Brass Petals, Black Fury theurge, cliath, and Ultimate Badass.”
[Karl Gyllenhammar] Moira walks off, and as he turns to look back at the others, he spots another familiar figure in the park. Detective Montoya. He has not seen the Fenrir woman for a few weeks. He offers her a nod, and an invitational motion of his hand to show she is welcome if she chooses. He does not go beyond that. Meeting her gaze for a moment before he looks back to Adam and Simon.
“It is a good thing experience have not yet tempered our youthful spirits. I only hope it will be that easy to impress on them the destructiveness of the path they have chosen, but I doubt it will be.”
Head slightly tilted.
“Rain of Brass Petals-yuf. Good to see you again. You seem to be in high spirits. Have you met Sparrow-yuf?”
A motion to victor that so far has remained mostly silent.
[Izzy Montoya] Karl nods, and invites her over, and perhaps for an instant on seeing the others there, she is inclined to simply walk away. Of course, the simple fact that they are garou is enough for her to consider that her highest priority anyway.
She pauses while she considers it, using the time to light a cigarette, and tuck pack and lighter back into the pocket of her blazer. A deep inhale of the grayish plume of poison, and a slow exhale, and she comes to a decision, and moves toward the group.
[Victor Oseragighte] “Swallow,” he corrects quietly. “Ken’tarakonha:ka.” His hands slid from his pockets mostly, so that only his thumbs remained hooked into them, and he nodded, offering a simple smile. “Victor Oseragighte. Cliath Philodox of the Wendigo.” His voice is surprisingly mild, his words terse, brief, not impolite but definitely a mark of somebody who doesn’t say more than he has to usually.
[Simon] He smirks.”I’m not really gonna dwell much on what needs to be done. They will not hesitate to exploit our every weakness. If one doesn’t work they will try again from a different angle until they find what works. We should be ready to do the same. There is no justice for traitors, there is also no forgiveness. They have chosen their path and as such they will face it’s consequences…”He smiles then lets everyone else handle the introductions.
He was every bit a shadow lord and it showed in his voice and mannerisms. He was in this city to make war and there was no mistaking that.
[Victor Oseragighte] His attention is caught by Simon and he zeroes in on him again. “If we take every step they do, why are we fighting them?” There is a sharp gleam to his black eyes now, challenging the Shadow Lord to answer, or at least to think over his words.
[Adamidas] “Ken’tarakonha:ka,” she tastes his name. She tries to mimic his sounds and intonation, but the language is different, “swallow.”
So, she anglicizes.
“It’s a pleasure,” she says it like she means it. There is too much sunshine in this one, and she is decidedly mellow in comparison to those around her. She looks from Victor to… Izzy. The dark-haired young woman waves a little, but she doesn’t say anything.
Silence.
“… I’m going to assume that we’re exploring the ethics on dealing with Spirals.”
She is observant at times!
[Karl Gyllenhammar] ”I do believe we are all in agreement on how to deal with them. Perhaps only our motivation that differs.”
The Norse Fenrir looks to the gathered, then turns his gaze back to Izzy as she approaches. He watches her closely, thoughtful.
“Detective Montoya. You have been well?”
The others left to their discussion in favor of the detective.
[Izzy Montoya] Part of her was certain he would forget, that he would do as so many of their kind so often did. It’s with a slight arch of her brow that she silently acknowledges the fact that his greeting surprised her in some small way. She slides her free hand into the pocket of her slacks, the other occupied in flicking the ashes of her cigarette to the ground below.
“I have.” Well enough, anyway. “You?”
[Simon] He shrugs.”Folks are welcome to discuss ethics all they want when we’re not on the battlefield and actively engaged in a war. I’m not really gonna discuss the ethics of how to make war… Only the results personally. After the fighting is done we can talk ethics till we’re blue in the face.”He nods and seats himself on the table. His shrugs his shoulders and smiles back to Adam.
[Karl Gyllenhammar] ”As well as can be.”
He does not need to explain the way of life to Izzy. She knows as well, if not better than any kin. The war rages on for Garou and kin alike.
“I saw you with a man at the Ting. I would have introduced myself, but I found myself pre-occupied. I take it that it was your partner that you mentioned earlier?”
His brows raised a little. She had mentioned him at their earlier conversation, but the Fenrir had yet to actually meet the man in question.
[Victor Oseragighte] “Apologize later? Too late, often.” He shook his head, a look of disappointment crossing his face before he turned to Adamidas, stepping forward to offer her a hand. “I am sorry. Matters of the Law grab me. A pleasure.”
[Izzy Montoya] At the thing. She arches a brow slightly, at that, unsure what he means maybe, until she realizes the only thing they could have been together at and be seen by a trueborn is likely the Fenrir Moot. And he chooses the word partner, which is one she often sticks too, for lack of a better term for one of their age. “Yes. That was Detective Thornton.”
She glances at the others, and then returns her attention to Karl.
[Adamidas] “Don’t apologize,” she says as she takes the Wendigo’s hand, “you’re a philodox. That would be like me apologizing for being interested in the spirits.”
She has a decidedly smaller hand than he does.
“But, that does bring up an interesting thought: at what point do we only focus on results? At what point does just focusing on results become detrimental? On the one hand, overthinking leads to not getting anything done, but on the other hand, doing too many questionable things puts your spirit at risk. It’s fairly complicated.”
Leave it to her to talk about the spirits.
[Karl Gyllenhammar] ”I hope I get to meet him at some point.”
His voice low. There is interest in the Rotagar to meet the man who has the detectives trust. It would take a special sort of strength to earn it, and keep it and that alone makes him interesting to Karl.
“Would you consider joining me for a meal? I had something I wanted to discuss with you, concerning matters which you are more qualififed to answer than anyone I know.”
He makes a motion, away from the group.
[Victor Oseragighte] His handshake is firm but not crushing; he has more muscle that one would expect, but no apparent need to either flaunt it or test her. His smile grows as she turns his apology into a debate.
“That is why you have a Philodox along. To know the Laws. To make the Judgement. Then to act. You do not have a Theurge and not consult her about that strange spirit. Action and judgement do not have to be at odds.”
He withdrew his hand to rub at his jaw a moment through the bristly black beard upon it, then returned it to his pocket. There is something curious about him, paradoxical almost, his poise very stolid and yet a certain intangible quality to him. As a Theurge, Adamidas might sense the kinship he has with the wind.
[Simon] He shrugs his shoulders and settles in his seat.”Blood gets everywhere. In your eyes, in your mouth, in your clothes… Your fucking ears. Little meaty strings stuck between your teeth, muscle, fat, sometimes bits of organs hanging off your flesh. Bone snaps, people scream, bone is broken, cartilage torn, tendons severed and for many that shit doesn’t grow back. Eyes pop… They don’t just squish they pop like fucking grapes and they squirt their juices all over your fingers. Ever tasted bile? Or any of the odd colored fluids in the various organs of the body? Ever had stomach juices splatter in your eye? Or urine as you burst another man’s bladder? Ever torn the intestines open and had to breathe in the stench?”He shrugs his shoulders and sips on his beer.
“Ever seen a man’s skull cave in? Brain is squishy… There’s nothing meaty about it, there’s no texture it’s like extra soft tofu it just fuckin’ splatters all over you. Like it wasn’t even connected or anything. It’s fuckin’ gross… We should have a barbecue sometime.”He says as he turns his head up at the sky to look at the clouds overhead.
[Izzy Montoya] She lifts the cigarette to her lips, and takes a drag. She doesn’t commit John to such a meeting, though it is likely inevitable that they will, indeed, meet. Hopefully it will go better than other meetings have – though it’s maybe not likely.
Then he invites her to dinner, as nearby Simon begins to pontificate. She exhales, and then nods, slightly. “Of course.”
Perhaps some of it is curiosity as to what he considers her to be expert in – whatever the reason, she gestures for him to take the lead.
[Karl Gyllenhammar] Karl nods, then glances back to the other Garou.
“Good hunting.”
A simple a good-bye as there can be, and the Fenrir turns heading off into the park. He does not make sure Izzy follows, but he keeps a slow enough pace that the woman would have no trouble following, even making sure she stays at this side rather then behind him. Head turned in low conversation with the kin.
(And, almost time for me to head to school, so I am sneaking out! Thanks for play guys!)
[Simon] ((You just forced Izzy outta the scene!))
[Victor Oseragighte] (( ::laughs and waves:: Have fun! ))
[Karl Gyllenhammar] ((Yeps, Cause Karl is a bitch like that when he gets horny! Dont take it eprsonally!))
[Izzy Montoya] She falls into step, her stride one of a woman well used to having to keep up with the boys – in oh so many ways in her male dominated field. She listens as he talks, his head turned low, and her’s carefully keeping enough space between them to make sure it looks like nothing than what it is.
Conversation.
Nothing more.
((that’s the OLD Izzy. Not happenin, Karl. Heh.))
[Adamidas] He’s close to the wind. She notes how things play with his hair, how it’s a litle stronger here than it was before. And, whatever she was thinking? Was gone. Not just gone, but flittered away. Off to go play with other things. Other Things, if you will. She makes an apology into a debate, makes heritage into wonder.
“Is there a point when all these things intercept? The litany to a theurge might be a list of ways to keep Gaia’s spirits happy. Why is Law what it is?”
A beat, then?
After a long thought about disgusting bile and what-have-you-you?
“… I am so not hungry now.”
[Victor Oseragighte] He grimmaced faintly and nodded in clear agreement with the Fury. “No danger of the Talons’ complaint here.” He did not bother to explain that cryptic statement, though. The look he gave Simon said that he’d be keeping an eye on that one alright. Maybe both eyes. But for the moment, he tore both eyes away from him to look at the Theurge instead.
“It all comes together. We all have our roles, but do not stand apart totally. All of us deal with spirits. All of us must laugh and stalk. All must judge. All must howl. All must fight. Five and one… I figure it. My laws are your laws. We just focus differently.
[Simon] He takes a slow sip from his beer then looks over the other two.”It’s not really about how you play the game. That’s what we tell the kids, it’s really about winning and it’s about coming home and it’s about celebrating with the guys and it’s about knocking up the wife. It’s about living… In order to live you gotta kill. If you don’t live you lose and if you lose there is nothing after that you’re dead. There’s no such thing as a dead dude just Decomposing Flesh. Empty… We’ll burn you and we’ll sing your praises… But it’s one more face lost to memory.”
“I have to stop them. Either I kill them all… Or I let them win, and since I am not going to let them win then I have to be ready to kill them all. Because we’re dying and each and every one of us must stand ready to fight this war alone if that is what it takes. Each and every one of us must be ready to stand against the whole fucking world and win and we’re nt gonna win with wishful thinking and happy jokes.”He chuckles.
“I’m not afraid to face judgment for every decision I make in my life. My decisions are my responsibility my actions are my decisions and I will live with them all.”
[Simon] (Is Izzy gone or gonna come back?)
to Izzy Montoya
[Izzy Montoya] (she’s gone)
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