[Adamidas] “Where’d you come from?” she doesn’t ask his name yet, though she does stop soon enough. she stops because Alek is right there. Who is, as a matter of fact, quite quite tall. And quite quite well-received. The smaller Fury smiles, and it lights up her face, makes her dark eyes brighter. Makes it more apparent that they are grey instead of brown.
“Hey!” it says something that she doesn’t pounce on her sister immediately. The hitch in her muscles said that she wanted to, though.
[Alek] Adam isn’t the only one who wants to pounce at a sister. Alek’s been scarce the last few weeks. Out of the Brotherhood more often than she’s been in it. One could assume that she’s out fighting the Wyrm, or that she’s found someone, Kin or mortal, with a bed she can slip in and out of at her convenience.
The truth is, she’s working. She plays in the park and the coffee shop more because Irene is gone. Gone. No gone gone, just gone. It’s the first time the Philodox and the Ahroun have been out of each other’s company for longer than a few days since they met over a year ago. Adam knows what that’s done to her sister, who tends to wrap herself around her younger sister in the pushed together beds they share. When she knows Adam is near and can go to her, she’s there, craving that closeness.
But someone else is here. A young male Garou. Adam’s muscles hitch, Alek’s dark almond-shaped eyes twinkle, and they keep from launching themselves at each other. Instead, Alek just watches the two teens dance together.
“And are you staying here long?” she adds after Adam asks where Harmony came from.
[Harmony] “Lisbon,” he says. “It’s out in the middle of nowhere. I came up here ’cause I heard about the Hive.” He might very well be shorter than either of the girls here, but he’s used to it. Harmony isn’t done growing yet, and there isn’t any self-consciousness in how he dances alongside Adam, in how he smiles over at Alek when she walks in and sits down with her guitar case.
“Hi,” he says to her too. He’d noticed the way Adam’s muscles jumped, the warmth with which she’s receiving the girl he’s just noticed, how she’s holding herself back because there’s a new person present. They’re both dark haired, young, could be siblings he thinks. Or maybe packmates. “I think I’m going to be staying a while. There’s a lot more happening here than out there.”
Cities are a toxic place, full of banes, and Chicago’s the first city he’s seen with his Garou eyes. He found it a little frightening. Overwhelming. “I’m Harmony,” he adds.
[Adamidas] “I’m Adam,” she says. The Fury makes with the introductions, and she seems to be pretty good at them. Friendly enough, personable enough, “Rain of Brass Petals, Black Fury Theurge, Cliath and Ultimate Badass. This is my sister and Alpha.”
She says both words with pride. Sister. Alpha. Alek.
… wait. She looked at him again, for a second.
his name is Harmony.
She shrugs it off, writing it off as a deedname instead of, you know, his given name.
[Harmony] “Adam?” he asks, blinking at her. He’s stopped dancing, but once in a while his arms do a few swings to the beat, his feet move and wave along the floor. “Is that short for something?”
Harmony’s used to that look when he offers up his first name. Kids made fun of it in elementary school: the other boys used to draw hearts on the chalkboard and flutter their eyelashes and say ‘Harmony Looooooooove’ as though they were imitating swooning girls. Teasing doesn’t seem to have gotten to him, though. He has the confident set of shoulders, the sort of smile that implies a popular and well-liked kid. Self-fulfilling, really.
“Dreams in Summer Snow, Cliath Philodox of the Children of Gaia,” he says to the girls.
[Alek] “Lisbon. I remember seeing a sign for that once, it’s not far from here, is it?”
Adam begins the round of introductions. Alek smiles broadly at her sister’s pride. There should be no doubt in anyone’s eyes that these two are close, that there’s a bond between them that isn’t just the spiritual connection to a totem.
She quirks a brow at the boys name, but otherwise she waits her turn.
“Kindly One, Cliath Black Fury Philodox, Alpha of the Squad of Ultimate Badasses and Truthcatcher of the Sept.” It’s a mouthful, but said with quieter pride than Adam’s. “That’s an interesting name,” she says, wrapping one arm over her abdomen, resting her elbow on her wrist so she can tap her chin. “Did your parents know you’d be True?”
[Adamidas] Is that short for something?
“It is– short for Adamidas,” which is a fairly Greek-sounding name, “and people have a tendency to get that wrong so… yeah. Adam.”
[Harmony] “It’s, like, an hour and a half away,” he says. “There’s a metric asston of farms.” He thinks it’s pretty, but he also knows it isn’t that cool to say so, so he just gives them another smile and a slight roll of the eyes. Something implying yeah, farm country, wasn’t he glad to get out of there.
“My parents didn’t know. They were just wannabe hippies. Like lived out of a van and stuff when they were younger,” he says, with a laugh. “Mom used to tell me I was conceived in the redwood forest in California and I was like, shit, Mom, why don’t you just scar me for life.”
Adam’s reply gets a nod, the sort of look that suggests he knows it’s Greek, that he’ll remember that. He’s a good listener, Harmony. The kind of person who takes in what people tell him, because he is interested in them. He likes them. “Your pack’s called the Ultimate Badasses?”
[Alek] shit, Mom, why don’t you just scar me for life.
Alek bursts out laughing at that. It lights up her eyes, and the sound of it fills the room. “Mom’s tend to do that,” she says, slanting a glance over to Adam. There is no way that Alek could be Adam’s biological mother. Though they could be mistaken for half-sisters (Alek’s eyes are sharper and there’s a faint Asian cast to her features while Adam’s eyes are lighter, clearer, her skin lighter), both girls look like their in their late teens, though Alek is obviously older. Still, there’s something almost motherly in that glance, like Adam can just expect her alpha to embarrass her similarly some day. If she hasn’t already, that is.
“Squad of Ultimate Badasses,” she corrects, not unkindly. “Though there’re only two of us in Chicago right now.”
[Adamidas] Something else comes on the CD, and the Fury looks a little displeased for a second. She takes a step back, and starts to head back to her room.
“I’ll be back, I hate this song,” she announces. And bounces off to that half of the place.
[Adamidas] (be back soon, sorryloves!)
[Harmony] Alek’s laughter rings through the room, and it makes the boy smile too. Her eyes light up that way, and he notices. “Sorry,” he says, when she corrects him: pack names are important, after all. He needs to make sure he gets them right, if he’s going to act as a Philodox here.
Nor did he miss that she said right now, that the pack is split apart. He isn’t sure how Alek feels about that. “I’ve never had a pack,” he says. “Are you guys a war pack?”
[Alek] Adam wanders off with the intent to replace their music selection. The common room falls into a light kind of silence. Downstairs, the kitchen is preparing dinner for the restaurant. The noise of voices, the sizzle of cooking meat, the clatter of dishes and silverware drifts up the stares, keeping the quiet from getting too intense.
Alek nods at Harmony’s apology.
“It’s a connection unlike any other,” she says. “And we are, though our primary focus is arbitration. My sister and I follow Stheno, who demands we act as mediators when necessary, especially in conflicts between men and women.” Her mouth is always curved in a slight smile, but her eyes. Alek is watching him intently, studying the younger Philodox. “As a half-moon, does that appeal to you?”
[Harmony] “It does,” he says, with a slight smile. “I think there’s always a better way, and with the Garou, I mean, you can’t always say cooler heads prevail, can you.” The boy pats at his stomach as the smells begin to waft upstairs. He spent quite some time today on a bus, and breakfast was a McMuffin and a cup of orange juice – not quite enough fare for a growing fifteen year old.
“Maybe I’ll have a chance to see you both more,” he adds. His eyes shone a little when Alek told them about Stheno, what she stood for, but he doesn’t want to come across as too eager or desperate.
“How long have you and Adam been here?”
[Victor Oseragighte] Descending from upstairs, he wears a pair of hard-toed boots, green cargo pants, and a gray t-shirt with a logo faded so badly that only a few traces of it remain. Victor stops at the entrance of the room to look around, a bit uncertainly, scanning the room. Something about him screams unnatural to those who know what to look for, a strange, paradoxical presence.
[Marni] She’s hungry.
No, that’s not quite it.
Marni is HUUUUUNNNNNNGGGRRRRRRRYYYYYY! And since the panhandling and working hasn’t worked quite so well today, she’s braving the Brotherhood for several things, the most important of which is some of Jenni’s famous roast beef, piled high on a sandwich with all the fixings on the side.
It’s only once her plate is piled high does she go in search of the music and voices, and a place to sit. Of course, she doesn’t wait to eat while searching, but is practically inhaling the huge sandwich as she moves, alternating it with bites of some potato salad and chips.
[Alek] Her smile broadens. It’s hard to tell if she notices his eagerness, or if her own is what prompts her to say, “More often than not, they don’t. You’re welcome to run with us if you like. Adam and I are in room six. We came to Chicago in January, but Adam stayed here while our sister and I went on a quest for a few months.”
For someone who looks so young, she speaks somewhat formally to the younger Garou. He’s just a boy, but Alek is terribly polite with him, despite the easy and relaxed way she lounges on the couch, sinking back into the faded old cushions. “We’re here to stay now, though,” she assures him.
The steps down from the third floor creak under the weight of a newcomer. Alek looks with her eyes, her face still pointed to the Child of Gaia. There are wards in place here, or so she’s been told. A pack guards The Brotherhood, though room 1 has changed tenants. Whoever descends shouldn’t be an enemy. Still, in a light sundress, it’s hard to miss the shift, the slight tension that shifts through her shoulders. Not panicked, just alert. Ready.
“Hello,” she says, surprised when the man enters the common room. She didn’t expect one of his Tribe to be in the city.
[Victor Oseragighte] (( Apparently the scene that occured won’t actually occur until I have the Xp to buy some points in Totem. So it will be time bubbled. ))
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[Marni] (yeah, I know. I was the one that pointed it out to Mike. *L*)
to Victor Oseragighte
[Harmony] There’s no tension that moves through Harmony’s shoulders. The boy – he can’t be older than fourteen or fifteen – looks over at the newcomer and offers him a wide smile. It’s a nice smile, bright and simple with clean straight teeth; the kid could model toothpaste.
“I think I’m going to be staying here too,” he says. “My mom and dad are sending me some money, but I don’t think I could get an apartment.” He’s a minor, and most places won’t lease to minors. Really, he’d hoped to find an arrangement like the Brotherhood when he arrived here. He’s polite with Alek, yes, but his warmth overrides that, really. When he listens to her, it’s with genuine interest, it’s with a little smile playing around his eyes, it’s with the sort of open body language that says he likes her, that he wants to hear what she has to say.
To the newcomer, he says, “Hey, I’m Harmony.”
[Victor Oseragighte] Black eyes, dark and piercing, fix on Alek before a small smile grows upon his face and he nods politely. That gaze slides to Harmony to offer another nod, and a few careful steps carry him over to them casually, thumbs tucked into the pockets of his pants. He walks with an air of certainty, that he always knows where he stands, yet there is something ethereal about him also, intangible. “Victor.” There is an accent there, but what is impossible to determine from that one word, a name at that.
[Marni] She tromps up the stairs toward the common room, dressed for the heat in cut off shorts and a tank top – with her backpack slung carelessly over her shoulders. Her boots have been traded out for flipflops, and those curls are in complete and total tangled disarray. She hits the landing and moves into the room as she shoves yet another bite into her mouth. A wave for Victor, whom she knows, and Alek who she’s seen, than finally a vague wave of her sandwich toward Harmony as she makes her way to the couch and flops down into it.
She sets her plate on the coffee table, and digs in ehr pocket for her can of soda, which soon joins the plate so that she can shrug out of her pack and let it thump heavily to the floor. “evenin.”
and then it’s back to priority one – the food.
[Harmony] Victor introduces himself. A girl older than Harmony, curly haired, tromps her way in and collapses on the couch, and she, too, earns herself a smile from the boy, standing in the middle of the floor in his bowl cut and summer clothes. “Hi,” he says.
Then there’s a look between the two as he takes half a step back to include them both while still leaving room for Alek. “Do you live here too? I just got in.”
[Alek] “Excellent,” she says, her attention shifting to Harmony. “You’ll want to speak to Jenny downstairs, she’s the blonde one with the scar on her face. She and Reuben run The Brotherhood. They don’t generally ask for much in return for room and board.”
Introductions go around again, and Alek offers her name. “Alek,” she says. When Marni tromps her way over to the sectional, the Philodox pulls her battered guitar case closer, ensuring there’s enough room for two Garou and an instrument. There is, of course, but despite it’s battered appearance, the guitar is obviously important to her.
“I haven’t seen you around before,” she says, not realizing Adam said something almost exactly the same to Harmony before she arrived. Marni gets a nod, but is allowed to eat her food in peace.
[Victor Oseragighte] “Week and a half.” The way he said it, terse but polite, said he’d been asked a lot by now how long he’d been in the city. It also said something about his speaking style, and gave them more of a clue to his accent; north of the border, a touch of French without a doubt, but milder than it could be due to frequent travels.
He pauses then, because he’d assumed the question was for him, but he realizes it might not have been.
[Marni] She shakes her head, curls bouncing vigorously as she answers Harmony first. “Nope. Just eat here. Sometimes shower n do laundry, ya know how it is.”
Maybe he does, maybe he doesn’t. It doesn’t seem to matter to Marni – she’s bigger things on her mind – like how to inhale that sandwich faster than seems humanly possible…
[Harmony] Harmony does not in fact know how it is. He’s a nice boy, friendly, and the seething Rage present in so many Garou seems to be subdued in him. Well under control. But one thing is certain: chances are he’s never had a day where he’s had to wonder about where his food was coming from, where he’d sleep. He grins at Marni, watching her put away the sandwich. “They made it sound like a lot of people do that here, so it’s a good place to meet.”
Alek gets a nod when she tells him who to speak to, and then he looks over to Victor for a moment. “Oh,” he says, with a little surprise. “So you’re pretty new too, huh?”
[Victor Oseragighte] He gives Marni a warm smile and a nod, showing that he DID know her just by the way his stance shifted, before answering Harmony. “Yup.” Victor wasn’t one for a lot of words, clearly. Not without somebody working a little to draw them out, at least, or something really worthwhile talking of.
[Marni] She shrugs slightly. Harmony seems to be of the optimistic sort. She isn’t that type herself – at least not lately, and certainly not here in the broho. She keeps eating though, and doesn’t argue, though – which is likely a minor miracle.
“So, where ya from kid?”
[Alek] The Wendigo and the Gnawer are acquainted, Harmony is newly arrived and probably hungry if that belly pat was any indication, and Alek watches them for a few seconds. Her dark-eyed gaze shifting from one, to another, to another. She rests her hand atop her guitar case, then she pulls it toward her and rises. Standing now, she can see that she’s about the same height as Victor. Tall for a female, lithe as a dancer, graceful.
She wants to change, and see what Adam’s up to, if she’s started talking to the awakened doors or if she’s taken to listening to her mp3 player in room six. She wants to check her mail.
So she says to Harmony, “Nice meeting you,” offers him a wave and a smile. There’s a tattoo on the inside of her forearm, a sword with the hilt at her wrist, the blade curving up between her radius and ulna. “If you’re hungry, just talk to the people downstairs.”
She nods to the Moonrunners. “Victor, Marni. Good evening.” And she disappears down the hallway after her sister, her flip flops slapping against her feet as she goes.
[and Alek’s out! thanks for the scene, guys!]
[Harmony] Victor isn’t chatty, but Harmony doesn’t seem to be put off by that monosyllabic response. The boy just gives him a nod, looks over at Marni, and takes a seat on the couch once Alek has vacated it.
“Lisbon,” he says. “It’s a few hours from here, out in the middle of nowhere. I came up because I heard about the Hive.”
[Victor Oseragighte] He’d heard a lot about this Hive since he arrived, and was intrigue to know what Harmony had discovered, being a fellow recent arrival but one who had apparently know of it ahead of time. He cants his head, hoping he goes on, even as he heads over to get something to drink.
[Marni] She chuckles, amused. “Seems a lot of glory seekers are headed this way in hopes of making a name for themselves. You that type, or you really here to protect the Caern instead?”
She arches a brow and waves the last bite of her sandwich absently. “Not that it matters – we die around here faster than we get new blood in.” A beat. “I’m Marni, by the way. BG Raggie and Moonrunner – Victor here is running with us.”
[Harmony] They die around here faster than they get new blood in. Harmony’s brows furrow at that, but rather than looking discouraged he simply looks…sad. Like Marni’s just divulged something to him, more than she really has. He doesn’t say anything about that though.
What he says is, “Nice to meet you. I’m Harmony. Philodox of the Children of Gaia.” A beat. “I’m not here to seek glory. I thought that in a war zone, people would need someone to remind them of what they’re protecting.”
[Marni] She arches a brow and plops the last bite of her sandwich into her mouth as she watches Harmony. Treehugger. Excellent. “How old are ya, kid?” Curious there, though she can’t be that much older, herself…
He’s here to remind them of what they protect. “Like what?” Everyone has a different idea, after all… she pops the top on her soda finally, and downs several swallows, before letting loose an impressive belch. “I mean, some think it’s the kin that are what we’re protecting, others think it’s Gaia straight up all inclusive – others fall somewhere in between. What are you going to remind us of?”
Ahhh. Raggies. Questioners, always.
[Victor Oseragighte] The revelation that the boy was of his own moon was interesting indeed, and he returns with a glass of milk in one hand, looking between the two of them, hoping to learn more still. He nods to Harmony briefly. “My moon, too.” That’s all it takes to acknowledge their sharing of a moon phase, really.
[Harmony] He looks over to Victor when the Wendigo tells them they share a moon, and smiles again, quick and bright. “I’m fifteen,” he tells Marni. No embarrassment accompanies his words; he is younger than many Garou, but not by much, and he doesn’t let it intimidate him.
“I want to remind people that even in war we have responsibilities to each other. And remind them that no matter what, we shouldn’t be fighting each other.” There’s another small smile. “I guess you could call me a peacekeeper.”
[Marni] That brow quirks higher as she finishes off the rest of the side dishes on her plate, apparently her hunger placated for a while – not long, of course, but at least a few minutes. She leans back and balances her soda against her belly as she studies him.
“Alright. So we ain’t supposed t’be fightin each other. So. Say someone that you considered of a lesser tribe, Gnawer most likely, cuz it ain’t much lesser than us, huh? Say someone comes to ya and says look, me an’ yer kin was pokin fun, and Gaia took us seriois an’ now we got us a kid on the way. And said garou goes on t’say that they’s challengin for the right to mate ya kin, that though it ain’t somethin that was planned, and maybe it ain’t love yet but could be, the kid deserves the chance t’be with both parents, right? So what do ya say to that garou?”
She looks for all the world like it’s a random question, too. Just to see what he’ll say.
[Marni] Victor, of course, knowing her now, might note that there’s DEFINITELY something behind that question, a story he hasn’t yet been told. And her hands rest that soda can awful protectively over her belly…
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[Victor Oseragighte] It made sense with what he knew of the Children, firsthand and by reputation. They were founded, after all, by Philodoxes. It is Marni’s tale, though, that really catches his attention. Too personal. Too specific. Definitely no theory here; this had happened, though he could not quite pick out all of the details. His eyes sweep over her, far more thoroughly than before, and he nods to himself thoughtfully.
[Harmony] [I’m hearing loooooots of subtext…]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Marni] [Aaaaaare you reaaaaaaaaaally? I SHOW NOTHING!]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Marni] [*wipes tear* oh god that was beautiful. *L*]
[Harmony] Marni’s question -is- very specific, even if her body language doesn’t betray much. It’s too specific to be just a random question, and Harmony doesn’t believe it to be – or, rather, isn’t sure it is – but, for all that, he just looks at her with that little half-smile as though it was. As though it were just something offhand, you know, one Garou claims someone a Bone Gnawer might want to mate.
“I don’t believe in lessers,” he says, “and if you think you could love him eventually, you deserve the right to challenge for him.”
[Marni] She just watches him, and listens. “Hm.” And that’s all she says at first, and then she throws another detail or two at him.
“And if this other Garou, the Tribal leader, instead threatened to gut the garou in question, and ‘take back what is his’ and called the Trueborn a low down dirty thief, and denied the right to challenge – AND forbid the garou to ever see the kin again… only later to recant slightly and suggest that if the True were to follow every edict and never see or be with the Kin in question, SOMEDAY he would invite that Garou to challenge, and to trust his honor in this… what would be your council for this blowhard, knowing that he DOES believe in lessor tribes – as well as council for the knocked up pair?”
Oh yes. It’s -very- specific now. Question question question…
[Harmony] “I’d counsel him to remember that all are of Gaia, and that he’s bound to respect one of lesser station. I think respect means fairness. It means that you should be permitted to love who you choose.”
Harmony’s very young. It’s likely that he’s never been in love, so when he speaks of these things, it’s with the shine of youthful idealism. It’s also without much regard for whether or not he might be about to make an enemy.
[Marni] “And if he says that they disrespected him first by mating instead of just fucking around? And what if he is of a rank higher than yours… what do you tell him then.”
She chuckles and takes a couple swigs of her soda, and nods. “Perhaps – but keep in mind the couple already admitted that they were not in love, not yet, even if they do care deeply for one another…”
[Harmony] “You should have asked his permission, out of both respect for his claim and his higher rank,” Harmony agrees, “but given that, yes, there’s a prejudice against Bone Gnawers in many Tribes, I understand why you didn’t. But still. What’s done is done, and if you care you should be allowed to act on it.”
The boy is still watching her, reaching up to sweep some of his light brown hair away from his eyes. He’s very earnest, though, in what he’s saying.
[Marni] “They were taking precautions. They don’t always work. One night they didn’t work, and there ya are. Anyone who fucks around – mated or not – takes that risk. There was no asking, because the intention to get knocked up was not there. However, it’s being held over this Trueborn’s head as if it were done intentionally and with forethought, not a mistake that she instantly tried to make right, and punishing them both for it. So tell me, where is the honor in THAT…”
[Victor Oseragighte] Out of nowhere he speaks out, having been listening all the while, back and forth between them. “There is the letter of the law. And the spirit. Sometimes the first is used to bind the second. That should not be.” It was that simple for him, apparently, this conclusion drawn from the give and take of their conversation; there was more to it, of course, but it all boiled down to the fact that somebody was bending the law to suit him, and probably getting away with it mostly due to her tribe. Not a lot of people would hassle him over the treatment of a Gnawer that way.
[Harmony] He nods toward Victor when the other Philodox gives his reply. “Exactly. It seems very unfair to me. My judgment would be in favor of the lovers’ right to challenge…especially if there’s a danger of someone else claiming the ‘Kin as a mate. It sounds like the other Garou is looking for a loophole to keep one of his Kin away from a Bone Gnawer, to me.”
Harmony frowns a little, quietly disapproving, but so far as they can tell, not angry. He’s gentler than most, this Garou.
[Marni] That… well that seems to amuse her, as she looks over at Victor and studies him for a long moment. She then touches the tip of her nose with the tip of her finger and winks, before she turns back to hear what Harmony has to say on the matter.
Then, a nod as she leans back. “You’re young, eager, a bit idealistic…” A beat, and then a nod. “Don’t let them fuckin steal that from you. Cuz they’ll try.” She lifts a shoulder in a shrug. “And you’re very astute. My problem is this – when said garou finally decides to let the Gnawer challenge – and she did tell him she reserved the right of first challenge if anyone else came lookin at him – the one who will set the challenge is the very Garou trying to keep them apart. The chances of it being impossible to win are very high. Do you think she has the right to demand an impartial ‘Dox should the challenge actually happen?”
[Harmony] “I think so, yes,” he says quietly. And Harmony is aware that in this situation, he’s just agreed to something. He knows what it is he’s agreed to: the way he looks over at Marni, holds her eyes when he says it, says that.
“Any challenger should be allowed the right to an impartial judge. We’re flawed creatures. If we’re personally involved we can’t always ensure fairness.”
[Marni] He realizes he’s agreed to something, and she nods, slightly at his declaration. “Not bad, kid. They will try to run all over you round here – jus’ stick to ya guns when they come atcha an’ you’ll do just fine.”
She finishes off her soda, and squirms into a more comfortable position on the couch. “you got any though of joinin’ a pack while ya here?”
[Harmony] He grins, at that. Leans forward a little, clasping his hands in front of his knees, looking between Marni and her laconic packmate. “I’ve never had a pack,” he says, “and I’d like one. But I’m going to try to get to know people first.”
It’s a big decision, to him, who he packs with. And he’s a confident young man; he’s sure he could have his pick. He feels that way about a lot of things.
[Marni] She nods with a lopsided grin. “Good call. Well, Victor here an’ me, we’re part of the Moonrunners, under Hummingbird. If ya wanna meet up an’ tag along with us a while, just seek us out, we ain’t that hard to find. We’re classified as a recon pack, an’ along with us, there’s another Raggie, an’ our Alpha’s a bg Theurge. Ya ever wanna jump in the frey with us, you feel free an’ we’ll see if you fit with us or not.”
[Harmony] “Cool,” says Harmony, betraying his age yet again. He smiles first at Marni, then toward Victor, and then pushes himself up off the couch. “I’ll come look for you. I had the longest bus ride earlier, though. I’m going to go crash.”
He scoops his backpack up off the ground, giving a wave to the two packmates, before he heads out of the common room and upstairs.
[Marni] “Cool. We’ll be on the lookout for ya. Take’er easy.” a beat, and then a purely mischievous Marni grin.. “an’ if she’s easy, take’er twice!”
then she’s gathering her pack and her plate and heading back downstairs. Time for round two!
[Harmony] She can hear his laugh trailing away as he heads for the stairs.