[Cass Elliot] ((*grumbles* too many characters with M’s for first names)
to Marni, Sean Douglas-Pinkerton
[Sean Douglas-Pinkerton] Summer time was rather warm this year. Heat wave after heat wave washing over the city, hot breezes at night the only source of natural cooling one would get any amount of relief. That meant that central air had to work overtime in the high-end homes of Stonefield gated community. Timed units making sure that before any of the well-to-do got home, their place was a nice comfy 68 degrees.
Tonight Sean was getting home rather late, pulling his 7-Series into the driveway, but unlike the normal suit and tie attire, he was actually dressed a bit more casual. A White Sox jersey tossed over a tank top. A pair of stone washed, (store) worn jeans. And the scent of beer and cigars still lingering on his clothes. A little saunter in his step as he got out of the car and meandered up the walkway to his house. A bit buzzed from a night out with the guys.
And he stumbled to find the right keys to the house before finally getting inside, tossing on the foyer light and turning to his security system. Punching in the code, which didn’t seem to need it as it was already deactivated. Strangely he tapped on the bad a few times, woindering if he didn’t even turn it on to begin with. Before moving forward in his house, blissfully unaware of whom may be around.
[Marni] Blissfully unaware. Dangerous, really. Especially when a certain little knocked up gnawer is hungry, and has been told by her Mama, her Alpha, that he keeps his fridge stocked with junk food and by the way, you need to meet him someday, Marni, really.
So, as he’s pulling into the gated community, there’s a sensation across the other side as one knocked up beegee is flying – yes, flying – through the umbral sky, winging her way without wings to the home in question. A pop later, a curly haired, curvy girl spills from the other side, and shakes the remnants of the gauntlet from her form before making her way through the house on a prowl like she owns it. “Fancy smancy!”
When he’s looking for the right key, Marni’s walking across the living room, humming under her breath. When he’s checking the security system and moving inside, she’s bent over, head in the fridge, rummaging for goodies, finding all the fixings for a truly kick ass sandwich – dagwood style.
“Score! Hey, Mama! Wanna beer?”
Because, of course, that noise in the living room would be her Alpha, right?
[Cass Elliot] “Nah, baby, ya can have all the beer. Ain’t much into that stuff.” And she wasn’t, it was the one beverage that was safe from her greedily little paws when it came to food in the kitchen. The two Gnawers sat around, the small blond perched on the counter with her legs folded up, clean and fresh from a shower. She’s invaded Sean’s closet, dressed in one of his button down shirts with sleeves rolled up to her elbows and a several of the buttons placed in the wrong holes. A pair of his shorts had been pilfered as well, too big, the waistband was rolled down to her hips so they’d actually stay up.
She watches Marni, mirth shining in her eyes as the hungry pregnant Gnawer helped herself to the food, while she combs her fingers through the damp unruly blond curls that were starting to dry and spring back up into a frizzy halo around her cherub features.
[Sean Douglas-Pinkerton] If he were sober he would be a little worried about the lack of security, the voice coming from his kitchen asking about his land shark beer, or that there was even someone in his kitchen at all that wasn’t Cass.
He meandered into the kitchen, HIS KITCHEN, his mocca eyes a little glazed over from consuming some unknown amounts of strange concoctions of booze. His eyes trying to come to grasp with the two blonde women standing in his kitchen.
“Wait a…. minute. There are 2 of of you.”
Raising his left hand, pointing his pinky and pointer finger out as to try and place both them, or at least in their general vicinity.
“Are there suppose to be two of you?” Hic.
[Marni] She mutters. “I can’t. Ain’t good for the baby. God I miss beer… OH! Pepper jack cheese, this one’s a keeper Mama, he knows what goes into a good sammich! If he’s got some doritos and french onion dip, I might decide I need a fuckin’ harem…” She peeks over the top of the fridge door and wiggles her brows at Mama, clearly teasing.
Marni’s fresh and clean from a shower too – but one taken at Rays…and her… place. Their reunion had lasted well into this morning, afternoon, and instead of being tired, she’s quite energized, and – of course – starving. She, too, is dressed in a stolen shirt – a baggy t-shirt of Rays tied at one hip, and cutoff shorts. Her feet are bare, as her flipflops having flipflopped somewhere on the way through the house.
Then Sean stumbles in and asks if there’s supposed to be two of them in his kitchen. She laughs, and shakes her head. “Sounds like someone else has already hit the beer. Wanna sammich?” She grins – irrepressible and incorrigible and funloving. She drags all her goods out of the fridge, and grabs some bread and moves to the table to start putting together what looks to be the worlds. best. messiest. sammich. EVER.
[Cass Elliot] The kitchen is even colder than it should be, all of the cold air is expelled out as they left the fridge door open, Marni moving from it to a counter, dragging out all of the good stuff to make a sandwich with. Mama contemplates where the chips and dip were hidden, glancing towards the pantry. She points it out to Marni, “Up there at the top shelf, he likes to try and hide them from me.”
She blinks, her head tilting to the side as the front door opens, a bright smile blossoming on her lips as she waves to Sean, “Hey, baby! Come meet Marni.”
[Sean Douglas-Pinkerton] There always seemed to be food in his fridge, especially considering he was not much of a cook. But with Mama in the house, he made sure to have his food deliveries stocked. God only know what he would eat if he didn’t stock his kitchen to the nines every week. Hell the only safety he had was locking away the step stool and keeping what he could on the top shelf of his pantry and cabinets.
He turned from the gwaner he knew to the one that was spilling out all his cold cuts and condiments onto the marble counter top. Then back to Mama.
“Who dis? And where’s she goin’ with my food?”
Too drunk to realize the name Marni, or too concerned she was gonna eat all his food.
[Marni] She grins over at Sean. “Marni. An’ I’m gonna eat some. Cuz I’m starvin, an’ knocked up and the baby is HUNGRY.”
If she’s knocked up, it’s surely not been very long, as her curvy form has yet to gain any extra curves – cept the tiniest little bit of a swell in her lower belly, easily hidden currently by the bulk of the shirt she’s wearing.
She winks at Mama, and then heads to the pantry to find the chips.
[Cass Elliot] “Marni Geller aka Sticky Fingers, Ragabash extraordinaire and a Bone Gnawer.” She says with curt nod of her head to Sean, “Marni’s a werewolf, baby, just like me. She’s mah pack mate.”
She waits for this to sink into the addled brain of the inebriated kin, her eyes focused on Sean’s body reactions, they steal away for a moment to cast an eye on Marni. She chuckles, continuing to comb her fingers through the drying blond curls as she watches them.
[Cass Elliot] (anyone mind if Karl shows up?)
to Marni, Sean Douglas-Pinkerton
[Marni] (s’fine by me. :) )
to Sean Douglas-Pinkerton
[Sean Douglas-Pinkerton] (I am cool with it)
[Sean Douglas-Pinkerton] Sean in stuck in a haze at this moment, trying to recall if Mama ever mentioned the fact that there were others who would crash at his….
And then terror overtook his eyes as worry seeped into his face. Watching as Marni moved to reach into the top shelves of kitchen. The last sanctuary of his goods. His truffles, his swiss chocolates, his pocky and other wonderful goods that he tried to hide away from Mama. Marni easily could grab at them now. And even worse, if she ate liek Mama and was pregnant…. he would have to keep his food at the office from now on.
He mover over to Mama now, as if he was going to whisper to her, leaning against the counter she was at. His voice not actually a whisper however as in his altered state, volume was subjective.
“Umm…. how many mor’ are ya pack mates?”
The smell of cigars and alcohol still lingering on his jersey.
[Marni] “CHOCOLATE! SCORE!” she ignores the pocky, and grabs a couple small pieces of chocolate, and the bag of doritoes which was what she REALLY wanted, and then she’s back at the counter, and adding the doritos to her sammich. For that extra crunch.
She licks her fingers, and unwraps a piece of chocolate and chuckles as she studies him a minute. “Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna be eatin here all the time. I got me a man.” And the silly pleased IGF grin that goes with it.
Ham, baloney, salami, lettuce, tomato, onion, doritos, mayo, mustard… “hm… oh! Pickles!” and back to the fridge she goes..
[Karl] See, some might ask why the Fenrir would pack up with a couple of Gnawers. They were scab dwellers. They were city dogs where he was a proud wolf of heritage and the great northern wilds. Some may look in question and then shake their heads, muttering about No moons and their strange ways.
They should be asking why the Gnawers would pack up with the Fenrir. He is a no moon, and despite popular belief, he does have a sense of humor. It is just not meant to be understood until after the apocalypse is over and done with. He is tall, strong and intense beyond what is good for anyone. From the glacial pale blue eyes that shine with each captured light, to the rage that swells of him in waves he simply seems to be a frightening sort of person, far removed from the easy going gnawers.
That he pops into the kitchen with a rush of expanding air right beside Mama doesn’t really improve that first impression.
There is no way to look at the Fenrir known as Karl without feeling like he is about to tear you open for no other reason than that you are standing there, taking up space in his world.
He is smiling wide. Oh we are talking grinning like a madman. It makes him look even hungrier then Marni, and that is no mean feat. Of course, he is likely to decide that someone’s still beating heart would go better on the sammich then say pepper jack cheese.
[Cass Elliot] She continues to sit on the counter, cross-legged. Her nose twitches, skewering blue eyes into slits as she tries to keep her attention on Marni and Sean both. The kin wins out, distracting the little Gnawer with the sweet lull of his voice, her head tilts to the side, ear brushing across her shoulder.
He asks how many more were her pack mates. She holds up her hand and wiggles three fingers at him, “Marni, Karl, and Victor. Marni and Karl have mates – err… spouses or whatever ya call’em, so they stay with’em. Vic’s the only one without one, which we need to fix.”
She chuckles in amusement at Marni, her eyes closing as she grows distant, tugging her thoughts over totem bonds to connect with other minds that just the Ragabash that is with her in Sean’s kitchen.
[Cass Elliot] When Karl suddenly appears, Mama squeals in delight! She claps her hands together and grabs Sean’s arm, “That’s Karl!” a hand waving in the air as she points to the blistering inferno of Rage that pops into the kitchen. “Karl, this’s Sean… ”
~Careful with’im, he’s still uneducated… was lost when I found him~
[Sean Douglas-Pinkerton] (O RLY? WTF? Don’t puke. Don’t!)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 6, 9 (Success x 1 at target 7)
[Sean Douglas-Pinkerton] Mentally it feels like a standing in front of a jet as the guantlet rips open right next to him, when Karl comes through with such force. And then another monster seems to appear in his kitchen. And it seemed that no amount of central air would cool him now as wave after wave of rage charged heat washed over him. It went from being rather cool to Death Valley in little more than a few moments of standing in the spacious area.
And with his state already shaken from meeting another garou, now his body is screaming to him to run, run fast. Empty out your stomach and run. And yet there is that other part of him that seems to flush a little, and being inebrated makes it even harder to conceal it. And he is forced to grab onto Cass as she squeezes his arm.
“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?”
[Marni] She grins at Karl as he joins and arches a brow. “You’re smilin like the cat that ate the canary… what’s up?” Like she has anything to snark at, her own grin once of complete and total satiation…
She slaps cheese on her big ass sammich, and pickles too. Finally, while munching on a dorito, she decides she has enough stuff on it, and puts the top on and squiiiiiiiiiiiiishes it so that it MIGHT fit in her mouth.
She hops up to sit on the counter her sammich in hand, the fixin’s spread out all over. She swings her legs as she nods at Mama, and takes a big ole bite of her concoction.
She tips her head, slightly, studying Sean. “Easy there, boyo.”
[Karl] ”Ok, that there…”
He glances at the sammich that Marni made, eyebrows raised.
“That’s just NASTY that is… Mixing pickles and Doritos and not having Ketchup?”
He shakes his head and then glances to Sean as he kinfolk blurts out at him. Uneducated huh? That grin does not make him appear any less intimidating.
“I’m Karl. You are Sean. I am Fenrir. We eat the Wyrm. Then we drink beer. Then we do it all again the next day. Pleasure.”
And for some reason, it doesn’t sound like much of a joke coming from him. Not much of one at all. His grin is just as wide however. There is a flutter of wings across the totembond.
~Moira is pregnant. We found out yesterday.~
And that – Explains the big ass grin.
[Cass Elliot] Nostrils flare as she can scent Sean’s fear, this close to him, it teases across her nose as she breathes in his scent. Her tongue darting out to taste it and the little blond reaches out to keep a hold of his arm, quietly making hushing noises to sooth the frightened kin.
She tilts her head at Karl, arching an eyebrow at him, blinking. The words flickering across the totem link serve as a distraction as she tries not to share a grin as wide as the Fenrir’s. She snorts softly, gripping on to Sean to keep him steady.
“Easy, Sean baby, he ain’t gone bite ya none, just don’t run or puke on his shoes.” She croons out, her eyes dancing to the two other Garou, “Didn’t believe me about there being other werewolves, did ya… told ya there was.”
Her thoughts flare up over the link, her exuberance felt as she touched minds with the others, ~About damn time!! Was afraid ya equipment wasn’t working~
[Sean Douglas-Pinkerton] Fear was only one of the emtions that was starting to rattle around in his head as he stood there, his arm gripped tightly by Mama as he watched this behemoth suddenly appear out of nowhere right in his kitchen. And then the demon biker from hell seems to talk about killing stuff and drinking and doing it again.
And as 3/4 of Mama’s pack seems to overtake his house now, bringing a wave of rage that would clear out a crowed train, the buzz he had before was starting to subside. This time he leans into Mama’s neck, actually whispering this point. His voice barely audible.
“I think I need a drink”
[Marni] Her eyes widen and she stares at Karl.. but at which part?
“KETCHUP! That’s what I forgot. Oh well, next time.” And THEN the other part. The part Sean doesn’t hear. The part that makes her grin widen, and her eyes sparkle.
~That’s AWESOME. Congrats! Maybe we can take Lamaze together.~
She takes another bite, and reaches over to pat Sean’s arm. “It’s ok man. Karl’s a giant teddy bear. Really.”
[Karl] Karl turns his head slowly, scanning the kitchen. He muses out loud as he does.
“If he pukes on me, I am going to war-form and drag his ass all over the house… Just saying.”
He moves from beside Mama, casting a glance at her that is just short of dirty, smirking and then heading to the fridge. He opens it and sticks his head in. Only moments before he is pulling out two beers, closing the fridge behind him.
“Yes, it is true. We are werewolves.. erhh.. Garou. We are Garou. Why don’t you teach him the proper names Mama? Poor boy is going to get confused.”
Karl is quite sure it is way to late for that, watching the kin’s reaction. He glances down at the beer in his hand, then up at Sean.
“Catch.”
Barked at him as he tosses the bottle over. He doesn’t even care if the kin catches it or not, opening his own and taking a deep swig.
~Oh for sure Marni only… Don’t you think it would be better if you and Moira went? I mean…. They might look at me funny, huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf.~
[Cass Elliot] Her eyes widen a bit, blond eyebrows furrowing in confusion as the small Gnawer suddenly becomes baffled with Sean’s closeness. Her nostrils flaring out, snorting out air as her lungs fill up with them. She is very aware of the kin beside her, his breath hot on her ear and it makes the Gnawer nervous.
She clears her throat, gently patting Sean’s arm, the second bottle comes sailing through the air and her eyes snap to it. It is with hummingbird’s fleeting grace that the small Gnawer leans forward, stretching out a hand to block and catch the bottle as it come sailing towards them. She looks between them for a second, and then to Marni with a blink, ~What’s lamaze?~
[Cass Elliot] “He’s drunk and gets all fidgety when try to talk to him… can’t explain it so well with ya monkey babble, Karl.”
[Marni] She rolls her eyes at Karl. I meant Moira! And I was kinda kidding. Dont think anyone’s equipped to really handle a Garou in labor. cept that SL midwife I heard about and well, I think I’d rather die. A beat, and for mama. human’s take classes in Lamaze, breathing and birthing techniques to help prepare for the birth…
Outwardly, though, she’s quiet, watching them all as she works through her sandwich.
[Cass Elliot] ~Why in tarnation would ya need a lord kin to help ya birth out a pup. Gaia have mercy… can halp ya out just fine when the time comes…~
The small Gnawer actually growls out in slight irritation, shaking her head at Marni as she pins a leveled gaze on her. Her small chest puffs out, bottom lip sticking out in a pout as if she looks hurt that Marni hadn’t considered to ask her to help when delivery time came.
[Sean Douglas-Pinkerton] Even in his drunken state, his reflexes are still quick enough to seemingly react to the flying bottle of expensive (because everything else was just not good enough) beer coming at him. But then there is Mama’s supernatural grace that seems to be a couple of steps ahead of him. Hell if he wasn’t drunk, it would seem that here whole pack moved like gazelle.
But as he looks over at the beer he knows that is not going to cut it at this moment. And as Mama lets him go, he seems to wander over to far end of the kitchen, stumbling slightly to reach up to the cabinet where he keeps the harder stuff. And at this point it really doesn’t matter what he happens to grab, just something to help him calm his nervese.
Patron would do the trick nicely.
He looks over the trio, eyes trying to lace the connection between them all. And even in his drunken state, his voice still held that sharpness that urged the ear to listen.
“So each one of you are werewolves, here to save the world from unknown forces of evil that I can’t see? Hmm. Cheers.”
He pulled off the cork top and just downed a large gulp of tequila. It only made sense, because if youralways drunk, your not really that crazy.
[Marni] She smiles at Mama and reaches over to nudge her with a foot. I know. And I never considered her – want you there. You and Moira too, maybe. My pack, my mate, my family. That’s all I would ever need.
[Cass Elliot] She sets the bottle of beer down on the counter beside her, turning her head to follow Sean’s movements. Blue eyes crinkle up at their corners as he questions them, her tongue sliding into the left side of her cheek causing it to bubble out slightly. The bottle of Land Shark remains untouched as the kin hits the harder liquor, much to the small Gnawer’s displeasure.
Marni’s voice comes over the totem bond, soothing the Gnawer’s mood shift, she perks up at the nudge, her hand stretched out to grab Marni’s ankle and tug on it. “Well…” she starts to say out loud, “Could just do it the easy way and scare ya into believing it.”
[Karl] Karl drains the bottle in that long swig. When he puts it down on the counter it is with that empty sound only a beer bottle can make.
“That’s right, only… You can see the Wyrm. Look outside. Look at your neighbours. That’s where you will find it. In the husband beating his wife and kids for no other reason than him having a bad day. You find it in the streams, the oily sheen on the water.”
He turns, opens fridge, grabs bottle, closes fridge, opens bottle.
“The wyrm is everywhere. So, we are fighting it where we can. Not all of its manifestations come in the form of monsters and banes… Those are evil spirits by the way. We fight, and we die and in between? Well, Like I said… We drink beer. Others create monster sandwhiches and other have their own ways of dealing with the fact we are a dying race, and soon enough, the world will fall into ragnarok and end.”
A bundle of cheer and joy this one. He tips the bottle up for a swig, and then lowers it, looking to Sean.
“Oh the strong stuff. Don’t mind if I do. I just found out I am going to be a father. I could use a good buzz.”
Had he been at home, there would have been feasting. His friends or packmates would have dragged him around the sept and the caern, house to house to have a drink and to celebrate the news. There would be cigars and scotch and beer and meat and in the end, his drunk ass would have been dropped in bed next to his mate and they would have tucked him in. He does not have any of that here. No one that knows his culture. So he does what he can to honor it, so far away from home.
~You are not going to be left alone Marni. Pack are with each other. Always. If you thought differently, you are in for a big surprise.~
[Marni] (Doing the blog thing – so don’t wait on me. Marni’s eating, and will post snippits when i can/she has something to say. :) )
to Cass Elliot, Karl, Sean Douglas-Pinkerton
[Sean Douglas-Pinkerton] Blurry eyes watch Cass as she tugs on her packmate’t foot. For those that seem to be fighting a war that was going down the shitter and quickly, for a race that was dying out and would soon come to a gory and glorious end. These three seemed to be all smiles and contentness. Well for the most part, Mama seemed to… hmmm blurry.
And then his attention goes back to Karl as he starts to talk about the wyrm being everywhere. And some stuff about water and spirits and…. oh BEER.
“So your gonna be a father huh? Well then…?”
He tips back the bottle to drink down some more tequila as he reaches back into the cabinet for some more alcohol, tossing towards the blur he thinks was just talking.
“L’chaim”
He wasn’t jewish, but hell werewolves weren’t suppose to be real either. Oh and look its some Jameson that goes flying through the air.
[Cass Elliot] The little Gnawer sets her hands down on the counter, her legs unfolding to stretch out and dangle over the edge of the counter. She watches Sean and Karl for a long quiet moment, tilting her head to the side. The shift of her mood hasn’t quite lighten up yet, it seems to darken into soft frowns as large bottles of alcohol are pulled out from the cabinet to be tossed in the air by the drunk kin.
“We can celebrate without having to throw bottles all around, ain’t gone be pretty when someone cuts themselves on broken glass.” She glances down at her outstretched legs, wiggling her toes and then snorts aloud. She leans forward, shoving her small frame off the counter and lands nimbly on the tile floor. She starts to pad over to Karl and Sean, clucking her tongue.
“Y’all ain’t taste real alcohol til ya had a nip of Gnawer Moonshine.”
[Marni] She outright moooooooans. “Gnawer moooooonshine… oh my god.. I miss that! Ain’t had any since I was home last.. and now… well.” She whimpers, and turns her attention to her sandwich instead.
[Karl] Karl shows some of that frightening agility, plucking the bottle out of the air easily despite the drunken toss. His teeth around the cork, twisting it open and then spitting it out. He raises it up when Sean toasts him, and he takes a long swig from it, letting the liquid burn its way down his throat.
“That hit the spot. And Mama, Ive had awakened mead. You have to find some of the Fianna king meads to get stronger than that. Of course… Does the Gnawer moonshine make you blind? That would be a new thing.”
Mused with a touch of humor in his voice.
“Marni, you do know that you could drink at least some alcohol right? I mean… The stuff will probably have burned out of your system long before it reaches your blood. Moderation its called.”
For some reason, a touch of red enters his cheeks, only for a moment.
“So Sean, Want me to shift to prove the point? Or are you good and trusting in that we are what Mama says we are?”
[Sean Douglas-Pinkerton] Half opened eyes seem to follow Mama as she got up from the counter, and landingon the tile with little sound at all. Moving between where he and Karl stand move, speaking about some sort of moonshine.
As if he needed a nip of anything to get drunk. Because drunk was several exits back, especially after the third slug of patron. He was well on his way to be completely messed up. Hell he might not remember most of what happened tonight, but he will know he drank…. a lot.
“And pray tell…. where is this… shine, miss?”
A drunk smile creeping on his face, already red from all the drinking.
“Hmmm? Shift?”
His head goes back, looking up to the ceiling trying to puzzle out what he means by shifiting?
[Cass Elliot] Her eyes roll up to stare at the ceiling, arms folding across the small expanse of her chest that was hidden under the large volume of Sean’s button down shirt that nearly swallows her up. She snorts out indignantly at what Karl says, “It can make ya go blind!”
The corners of her mouth curl back into a little grin, she tilts her head at Sean, watching him closely. It was an occasion to celebrate with Karl’s recent addition to his little family, and to Marni’s own as she now has a baby’s daddy to snuggle with. The Gnawer swings a hand up, rubbing small fingers across her brow as she sweeps blond curls from her eyes. She drops her arms from her chest, reaching out for the bottle of Patron in Sean’s hand, pulling it out of his grasp to bring it down to her level and sniffs at it.
Her nose crinkles up. She slides her gaze to Karl and then to Sean as the kin asks… she shrugs, “Show’em, Karl.”
[Sean Douglas-Pinkerton] Sean just started to chuckle to himself slightly as his brain seemed to remember something from earlier tonight. As if he finally understood the joke. Or maybe he was just that drunk.
That’s when Mama took the bottle away from him, he watched as she toyed with it, wondering if she was going to take a drink herself. Telling Karl to show him something. And Sean swung around, almost to the point of losing his balance, almost, looking at Karl.
“Ya, show me…”
He looked back at Mama a bit confused.
“What’s he showin’ me again?”
[Karl] ”If you are sure…. Just… Hold him down. It probably won’t go over well if he starts running. My instincts are on edge.”
Muttered as he puts the Jameson and the beer down. It is funny that Sean was looking up at the ceiling. After all, when the Fenrir explodes up into his war-form, all fur and claws and toothy wolfish snarls? Well, up there is where Sean gets a really good view of the beast that stares down at him with glacial pale blue eyes, shining with the artificial light of the kitchen lights.
There is a crash of a glass bottle as Holds the Line (Because there is no Karl in this beast) Flexes his claws, catching the empty beer bottle and sends it crashing to the floor, breaking apart in a shatter of colored glass.
[Marni] Marni arches a brow, and then gets ready to hop down and catch Sean if needed, shoving the last bite of her sandwich in her mouth, chuckling as she watches Mama with her kin.
[Cass Elliot] She flinches; Sean is offered an apologetic look as she murmurs to him quietly, “Sorry, Sean baby.”
Marni is chuckling, the bottle of Patron is being set aside by the small Gnawer as she moves to intercept Sean, ready to grab a hold of his waist if he starts to bolt. She turns to watch Karl explode into his war form, gauging the situation carefully, and waits for Sean’s reaction with anticipation.
[Sean Douglas-Pinkerton] (WP while drunk)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 7)
[Sean Douglas-Pinkerton] This is the point where Sean was suppose to run, he was suppose to piss himself and freak out and panic and everything. Correct? Well that was if he was in his right mind, it would be logical. But he was several miles passed that now, he was lucky he was even able to process anything going on at this moment.
He continued to look up and up and up at the blur that was standing in front of him, his eyes barely able to take in the fact that Karl was a snarling beast at the moment. Only that the joke he heard before was really, really funny right now. And he turned to Mama, smirking.
Shushing Mama with a snicker, he tries to put his finger to his lips. His voice a whisper.
“Shhh… don’t tell, but Mama can do that too.”
A laugh escapes him, but then it seemed to dawn on him, like lightening hitting him multiple times, eyes going wide with surprise as it comes to light…..
“Hey that’s my shirt.”
Yup he was fucked up.
[Karl] ~That boy is drunker then a skunk. I could be wearing a skirt and balet shoes, and he wouldn’t notice.~
The voice over the totembond sounds almost amused even as Karl shifts down, easily shrinking into human skin. He glances at Mama and Marni, then looks back to Sean. A shrug of his shoulders and he grabs the jameson bottle and the half empty beer bottle, taking a swig from both, then jumping up to sit on the counter.
“So where did you drag up this sorry creature of a man Mama? And what do you intend to do with him? Poor thing wont know what to do with you in your natural skin I would think.”
[Cass Elliot] “…..”
Deadpan, she stares at Sean. Tilts her head, looks up at Karl, and then to Marni, and then back to Sean again. Her chest fills with a deep breath of air, holding it for a second and then expels it out in a very loud siiiiiiiiiigh… Her right hand lifts up, her head falls down.
Palm-meets-face.
The totem link flares up with her irritation, ~Told ya he was difficult!!~ She grunts at Karl, twitching her nose up as her face wrinkles into a scowl at the Fenrir. “Drudged him up from the street. He’s ten times more weirder than Ezra-fucking-Turk… got a thang for pain… and…” she huffs out, throwing her small arms up in the air. “Don’t know what to do with him… he ain’t gotta tribe!”
[Marni] At the mention of Ezra, Marni growls, low and deep in her throat, and she hops down from the counter, and goes about putting things away that she’d take from the fridge, and not quietly either.
Totemphone sparks with her annoyance. No one’s crazier than ezra fuckin turk. he HURT Ray. I’m gonna fuckin kick his motherfucking ASS.
Out loud? “Claim him an’ keep him. Before someone else does that won’t give two shits about him.”
[Cass Elliot] They discuss Sean like he isn’t really standing there, drunk off his ass, listening to them banter at each other. The small Gnawer turns on Marni as she snarls out over the totem link, her own annoyance flickering as a strong emotion rivets through her little body and has her trembling with the small fire of rage.
“Done claimed him already, two moots ago.”
[Sean Douglas-Pinkerton] Swaying back and forth he was still just looking down Mama right now. Wondering what she was going to do about wearing his shirt. Intend on her right now, as it seemed the rest of the world floated away. And when she tells everyone about his…. his eyes furrow.
“Howja know bout that?”
Exactly what “that” was, one could only guess.
[Marni] She nods and rubs her temples briefly. “Good. I know. Just.. ya know.. keep him. Don’t need someone else under fuckin’ Shadow Lord Talons. As for the other?” She shuts the fridge and goes looking for her flipflops.
“We’ll figure it out. I gotta get back to Ray though. We got.. uh. things to uh. Talk about.” She winks at her packmates, a feeling of contentment and delight and eagerness filtering through and erasing her momentary irritation.
“Later, Sean. Thanks for the sandwich.”
[Karl] “Pain huh? I can drag him into the woods and show him some of that. Maybe if he felt fear and had to run for his life for an hour or so, he might sober up enough to get some of this into him?”
Even his packmates don’t know if he is serious or not, the way he tips the bottle back again, taking another large swig of the Jameson.
“Marni… You won. Make sure that if you go after Ezra that you don’t loose what you nearly lost.”
There is concern in his voice, in the way he speaks to his packmate. Worry for her. She just got the right to see Ray. If Rage had her messing up?
For some reason, it seemed the angriest of them, Karl was the calmer of the trio, for all the mess that his rage made of things.
“So Sean, you like pain huh? Tell me… Do you prefer to take it, or dish it out?”
[Cass Elliot] Her arms go flailing up into the air, dramatically waving them around above her head like she was shooing away flies buzzing around her head. She shoots Sean a look that could peel paint, blue eyes sharp and clear as her nostrils flare out and she breathes in deeply.
“Knew about it from that… that…” she wrinkles up her nose, pointing a finger at the kin, “That thing ya do every time ya feel…” she doesn’t want to say it, has a hard time trying to form the words as it makes her growl and want to spit, “Ugh, when it makes ya wanna fuck like a monkey.”
Homid sex… such a dirty…dirty…thing.
[Marni] She turns and grins at Karl “Promise.” Then at Mama she laughs. “Monkey sex isn’t bad.. in fact? It’s fuckin’ FANTASTIC…. Night ya’ll.”
And with that – she slips across the gauntlet again, and heads home. There’s no doubt at all in the minds of her packmates what she’ll be doing when she gets there, either….
[Sean Douglas-Pinkerton] He looks over at Karl for a second as he speaks about pain and everything, almost about to answer when he feels it. From the side, he can feel that rage and it wasn’t just there. But this was directed at him, eyes falling back to the sharp blue eyes that were trying to pierce him, anger. A smirk crossing his lips.
Leaning completely over to whisper something in Mama ear, almost loosing his balance. Her finger poking him in the chest. His voice so low that it is almost impossible for even her to hear and he was right at her ear.
And as he stands up he smirks again. Swaying.
“Its sleepy time.”
[Marni] (bedtime for me – thanks for the play, ya’ll!)