[Riddle Me This] *Full Moon. Fool’s moon. It was complicated here. The Umbral moon was a resplendent, shining entity. Fat, dwarfing the desolate windswept spirit landscape of the caern. It pulled, unraveled the cords of will that held control over a garou’s baying beast, and begged them set it free.
Owen was more comfortable here, when the moon was full. In truth, Owen was most comfortable here most of the time. His presence scarce in the house these last few days. He was there as a ghost, and little more. The theurge is easily spotted, perched atop the metal husk of a ship run aground, his cellphone glowing eerie green, spiders blinking as Owen shuts the contraption down.
Looking across the Caern there is a sense of vast, flat spaces here – the openness of the plains and the seeming endlessness of the Great Lakes. Not empty.. but sparse to be sure. Owen raises a hand as Leon approaches.*
Leon. Up here.
[Leon Davenport] He waved back at Owen. The tall, blond man with piercing blue eyes was or more likely feltl iek a moving ball of rage. He was dressed casually, coming back from a dinner. He looked, slightly better than on Valentine’s Day evening, whne they spoke. Might be related to the phone call that got him to take a shower and leave later in the evening, or Amy’s visit yesterday late afternoon. Whatever it was, he hasn’t talked much about anything.
He stop near his tribesmate, offering him a slight smile “Evening Owen”. He took the time to look around. He wasn’t used to the Unbra that much.
[Riddle Me This] *Strange, how things looked in the spirit realm. Owen’s eyes were lambent green, his cell a glowing mass of webbing crawling with spiders. Long brown hair moved in an unseen umbral breeze. A calloused hand, stained through with green of the plants he so tended – is offered down to the striking blonde. His Tribesmate looked different here as well, squarer cut. Razor edged. Solid. Eyes sharp and clear as diamonds. The moon tonight was favoring the child who channelled her at her fullest.
Owen tucks his “phone” into his pocket, running a hand across the scruff that served as his beard.*
You look better.
[Leon Davenport] He offer a slight grin at Owen “I’ve dealt with my actions, spoke to those I wronged. Things are ok now. Mostly neutral. Can’t really complain.” He shrugh slightly. “Anyway, we’re not here to talk about things that can drive me crazy right?” He chuckled.
Despite the strong pull the moon had over him tonight, he seem to be in good spirit. He stopped close to Owen, clasping his hand at the wrist “And how have you been Owen?” He say with a tilt of his head “The people I hired ofr the renovations will be at the house tomorrow”
[Riddle Me This] *Owen was growing used to his tribesmate filling in all the blanks for him, whether he asked for them or not. A simple question of “Do you want peas?” could turn into an insightful commentary on just why Leon no longer likes them, and what caused him to stop. It makes the scruff theurge smirk in wry good nature. Reply less verbose as he offers to help hoist the ahroun onto the ship’s skeleton, grasp rough.*
I’m fine. Bella’s tearing up a hotel room tonight. Be good when Renos are over.
[Marni] She’s running. What’s even better than that is that she’s running on all fours, having shifted for the first time in literally months. She’s running and loving every moment of it, this little bit of freedom she’d been denied during the final trimester of her pregnancy.
She runs full tilt, skidding to an halt near the ship where Owen and Leon speak, giving herself a vigorous shake before settling down on her haunches. ears tilt forward, head tips a little to the left, as she watches Owen, dark eyes sparkling.
[Leon Davenport] e smiled as Owen help him up to the ship “Tell her I”m very sorry that she has to go through that.” He say with a nod and then stood straight on the deck . His eyes looked around, finding Marni. His piercing eyes stayed on her for a moment, one brow slightly raised, but a smile was on his lips. He turned to look at Owen “Friend of yours?”He ask simply.
He was tense, he was even intensee. Some things couldn’t be controlled. It what he did with that intesity that could be. He looked ot e in control tonight, even if his rage seemed to be on the edge of bursting out of his solid frame. His will was stronger than it, at the moment.
[Riddle Me This] *A sleek wolf bounds up, ruffles her fur and pants nearby. For half a moment Owen is certain its Bella, impossible as that was – so present is the kinfolk in his mind. A closer look, and something vaguely familiar strikes him, lips pressing thin.*
Sticky Fingers. This is Hostile Takeover. He’s of cockroach as well.
*Owen did not understand the urge to shift to a form without thumbs. He was rarely in anything more progressed than Crinos form, and even that was a stretch. It was notoriously difficult to shoot a pistol when one’s paws were the size of watermelons.*
How is your boy?
[Marni] Owen would likely understand better if the ability were ever taken away from him. One forgets how lucky they are to have the ability until they no longer are able – even for something so delightful as the birth of a baby. Anyway, as he recognizes her, she gives herself another shake, and where a wolf sat, there is now a girl crouched and in the process of standing. She stretches upwards and takes a deep breath, letting it loose again in a content sign.
“HolyFUCK that felt good.” Marni isn’t very tall, nor is she model thin. Instead, she is curvy in ALL the right places, and a little extra curvy now with the recent birth, and current breastfeeding. Jeans, a sweatshirt, and an old army jacket keep her warm, with beat up boots at the bottom and curls at the top. Her eyes still sparkle in delight as she gives Leon a once over. “Evenin.”
Then she glows. “He’s amazing. Eatin like a champ, and peeing on his father every time he gets a chance.”
[Leon Davenport] He offer a smile to Marni, it was warm, friendly. “Good evening, so you must be the one Owen helped deliver her baby right?” He ask with interest. He had heard about her but never had the occasion to meet her “Everything went well I presume?”
He had his hands in jeans pockets. The black t-shirt fitting nicely on his upper body, feet covered with boots. His eyes scanned around waiting for hte man who’s vision gathered them here, at least Owen and him. He wasn’t sure how interested MArni was yet. They’ll know soon enough.
[Riddle Me This] [oh Yeaaaah NIghtmares!!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Mirror’s Whisper] Matthieu’s arrival was a little later but he made it here soon enough and stood with a smile under the silvery glow of the full moon. He can feel his chest swelling with pride as he glances up at the heavens. Luna was Gaia’s sister and her warm glow flooded each and every trueborn’s heart with the heat of rage. She was as majestic a creature as the sun itself and the Galliard stood silently to marvel at her beauty from the Umbralside. Here she was unimaginably crisp and clear… The cool air did little to impede her awe inspiring presence. She was mistress of the night sky, and the night was her realm.
After paying his respects his attention instead grew to where he was supposed to be meeting with the others. He was as impecably dressed as always, if not a little more, Matthieu treated every special occasion as a formal affair and dressed accordingly. It meant a lot to him, as well as others, to be shown that kind of respect at all times. Whether speaking to the spirits or simply another Garou. Knowing that someone went out of their way to look presentable to you tends to both impress and inflate one’s sense of self worth! It hardly ever hurts to show others the same respect you would like to be shown yourself.
[Riddle Me This] Good.
*Its gruff. Shaggy theurge as verbose umbrally as he is in the physical. Somethings never change. He nods his head, crouched atop the ruined ship like some strange bearded seabird.*
I’ll be around before month-end to work the fire rite for you, unless Mirror’s – Ah. There he is.
*The fance arrives in all his usually precisely groomed resplendence, and Owen raises a greenish palm in greeting, low voice rumbling down from his perch.*
Mirror. I was telling Fingers of your willingness to perform the rite you taught me, should you need to, in my stead. Have you met?
[Riddle Me This] [[Ahaha. I like their names. Hostile Takeover. Mirror’s Whisper. Sticky Fingers. Wrenboy’s rhyme. Riddle Me This. All. Awesome. that is all. ]]
to Leon Davenport, Marni, Mirror’s Whisper, Wrenboys Rhyme
[Marni] Mirror’s Whis…
She turns and then lets out an audible groan. “Oh god. If it’s all the same t’ya Owen, I’ll wait for you.”
Yeah. They’ve met.
[Leon Davenport] He offer a warm smile to Matthieu “Good evening”He say and listened to Owen and Marni. Hmmm seem liek there is already some tension. Not a good thing really if she was a prospectivem ember. He was wondering ifthey’ll ever find other peole to join them. First arita, now Marni mgiht reject them
He stay silent, jsutwatching htem for now.
[Wrenboys Rhyme] Another figure approaches the small group collected around the grounded ship, a dark wolf that pauses a respectful distance from the gathered. His furred form melts and twists, becoming that of a square-jawed man in his early twenties. The dark coat he wears is buttoned closed to protect from the cutting winds on the material side of things, though his neatly shaved head is still exposed to the elements. Murky green eyes fix on Owen amongst the others, and he waits to be recognized before closing the distance any further.
[Mirror’s Whisper] His attention is on Owen at first and his smile shows through. Charming, youthful, he was, quite honestly, a breathtaking creature. The purity of his blood radiated off him and was framed beautifully in the light of the moon. It was difficult to hide the Silver Fang’s beauty from his own.
His attention shifts from Owen and then he looks towards Marni and his smile shines through before shrugging his shoulders.”The Baptism of Fire is likely best done more quickly than later. I am a Galliard and seeing to it that new life is brought into the world is as important to our nation as singing the songs of the dead. It hardly seems prudent to me to wait any longer, this ritual is a precaution carried out for the protection of our children. Each one of them is important beyond words… Each soul precious beyond imagination. But if you wish to wait I am not about to press the matter.”He says with a little grin back to the woman.
His attention then turns towards Leon.”It is a pleasure to see you again Leon.”He says with a bow of his head. Soon enough the Prince is standing among them.”I trust you have been well?”
[Riddle Me This] *Owen chuckles. Ah yes. Mirror’s whisper, radiant as he was, could grate the nerves if caught in a moment of particularly self-elevating prose. Tribe-centric, to be sure. A nod from one Urrah to another, before Owen tosses himself with loose limbed grace to the ground, feet crunching in the gravel. A curt salute to the approaching fianna.*
Rhyme! Join us?
[Marni] She smirks, and looks up at Owen. “An’ that right there, ladies an gents, is why I’ll wait for Owen.” The man can’t take a shit without a lecture attached, and she gets plenty enough of that, thank ya very much.
[Leon Davenport] He nodded to Matthieu “Yeah, I”ve been doing well”Not the truth…hardly but not a total lie either. Some days were better than others. It seem it all dpeends with whom he spent time with. His dinner toinght, hadn’t been entirely pleasant.
“You seem ot be doing well yourself though”He say with a nod, and hten offered a polite smile and nod to the new arrival “Evening”
[Wrenboys Rhyme] Owen extends the invitation, and Michael accepts. He walks with confidence, shoulders square and chin lifted as he joins the others around the Umbral ship. The full moon sings to his blood; the collected Rage gives an almost electric quality to the air surrounding the small gathering of Garou. At Leons greeting he offers the slightest bow. “Evenin’. Wrenboys Rhyme, Cliath of the Fianna. A pleasure.”
His attention turns to the one person he knows at this party. “And good to see you as well, Riddle. Are these the friends you were tellin’ me about, then?”
[Riddle Me This] *Marni is getting inspected. Owen stepping in a circle around her, stooped, oblivious to the lack of etiquette in such an invasive stance. Once he’s assured she’s still fine, (no terrible gaping baby wound. No rock hard mastitis. No sickly pallor.) he raises lambent green eyes to the Fianna in their midst, and nods his head. He looks more a part of this landscape than he did at the caern’s perimeter a few days ago. Solider here somehow. At home. And so he was. Never had the world of flesh called him abruptly back to its bosom, as the spiritual so often did.*
They are. This is Hostile Takeover, glasswalker ahroun. Mirror’s Whisper. Silverfang Galliard. Sticky Fingers. Bonegnawer Ragabash.
*The introduction is lacking in flowery elaboration. Short, concise. Bland. But it saves time. Soil worn hands gesturing to each garou in turn, different as they are.*
You already know me.
[Marni] She’s being inspected, and she’s grinning, devilishly. Her eyes twinkle as she looks up at Owen and all but purrs.. “Want I should get naked so yous can check out m’baby maker? It’s been days since you was between mah thighs…”
Incorrigible, Marni. Always.
Then she listens to the introductions of the others, standing easily, the lone female in the midst of testosterone and rage.
[Mirror’s Whisper] The arrival of another gets a smile from Matthieu who turns to glance at Wrenboys curiously. He had never seen or met this one but his eyes were quick to wander over him from head to toe before extending out a hand to the man.”Matthieu Louvel de Ponthieu known to the nation as Mirror’s Whisper. Gibbous Moon, and Cliath of House Unbreakable Hearth. Son of Jean-Yves Louvel known to the nation as “Endless Truth’s”. Descendant of Joseph Louis”Falcon’s Bloody Talon”. It’s a pleasure and an honor to meet you as well.”He says in a warm and presentable enough tone. He only currently named one living relative, and yet there was so much more in his eyes and his past. So many names and stories longing to break free. He was a Galliard of the Tribe of Kings and their stories extended back as far as history itself.
“Might I ask where you are from?”He asks with all the curiosity of a Galliard who knew a bit about the world and it’s histories. Perhaps curious if it was somewhere he was familiar with. Galliards could get like that!
[Riddle Me This] Jesus!
*Owen reacts with a startled jerk of his head and shoulders, as though tazerred on the lowest setting. Expression fading from shock to vague embarrassment as he stares at the diminutive gnawer mama. Not so stoic now, as he clears his throat and explains gruffly – but quickly to the Fianna.*
I delivered her baby.
[Leon Davenport] Leon watchede Marni and Owen and chuckled at the female’s reply to Owen. And then laughed at Owen’s reaction “Relax brother. No one is making assumptions here.”He offer a warm smile ot Marni. He liked that girl. She was fun
“So Marni, I know you jsut had a baby and all, but what do you do usually, or at least before you were a mother?”He ask with some interest about her life.
[Riddle Me This] [Heads up all. I might have to randomly dash at some point. Seems my 17 yr niece is staging insurrection and has fled the coop with her criminal boyfriend NOW RIGHT NOW. I may have to throw myself bodily on her rabid mother and do damage control should she arrive home to collect her shit. So if I suddenly disappear, assume I’m trying out for Jerry Springer, and throwing a chair or something.]
[Wrenboys Rhyme] If Matthieus bearing wasn’t enough to mark him as a Silver Fang, his long-winded introduction would certainly do the trick. The corner of the newcomers mouth turns upward in a sharp smirk at Owens hurried explanation, but he let’s it pass for the moment in order to answer the Fangs question. When he speaks his voice carries the unmistakable brogue of an Irish native. “The Black Valley Sept, just outside Killarney. I’ve come to learn more urban techniques for curbing human expansion into protected territories. I’m afraid our traditions back home are becomin’ outdated and it’s only a matter o’ time before they’re knockin’ on our doors.”
[Marni] She can’t help it – she laughs. His reaction makes it completely worth it. She runs her fingers through her curls and nudges Owen’s shoulder with his own. “Relax, babe. Ain’t no big thing. Ya was wonderful an’ ya know it.”
Then, Leon’s asking her questions. “I’m a street rat – ain’t nuthin stopped that even when I was swoll up big as a house. Well, maybe a little, as my baby daddy was skeered that I was gonna go inta labor in soem alleyway. Not that there’s anything wrong with that – plenty a’gnawer heroes are gutterborn. ANYWAY. I’m streetborn an’ bred, an’ pay my way as a carrier of messages. I’m a natural when it comes to memorizin large amounts a’text and recitin it back perfectly.” A beat “an bein a mom ain’t change that.”
[Mirror’s Whisper] He nods his head.”Southwestern Ireland… Beautiful country. I’ve visited once or twice baring messages or the like for my father. Though I can’t say I’ve ever been to the Black Valley sept itself. Pity…”He trails off a little then nods his head.”Many of us find traditions harder and harder to cling to in this day and age. Adaptation is important… If you’d like I can talk to you a bit about how my family has been keeping the locals out. Though we do have the occasional bit of help from the Local Wendigo and their allies… It’s still difficult to keep people out of land that is so ripe for development.”He says back to the man with a nod of his head.
“I’ve also a few ideas of my own to deal with threats and the like. With any luck I’d like to see this city firmly under the influence of our kind within the next few years.”He says with a warm little grin.”So much unrealized potential!”He says with a nod of his head.
[Riddle Me This] *Owen falls back into old habits, jostled by Marni and rubbing the back of his head as he fades into the background. Letting introductions be exchanged, folks get to know one another. Prospective tribemates. He felt a kinship with the other Urrah gathered. Agreed with Wrenboy on Philosophy, and respected Mirror’s ambition. His pocket suddenly begins warbling “I need a hero” – and Owen removes a webwrapped device, peering at the luminous green screen and the tiny pixellated spider belting out Bonnie Tyler at its top volume. The glasswalker shakes the bundle of cobwebs and scowls deeply.*
[Leon Davenport] He smile to Marni “Never even thought that motherhood would slow you down” He turned his attention to Matthieu, hands in his pockets. He tried not to fidget too much even thoguh the full moon had him restless. He had nothing to add for now, more eager to actually form the pack they had been talking about for a while than talk about it. So they could focus on the next step.
But he understood the need to talk about it ot the two new prospective members. So he looked at htem, then back at Matthieu, letting the Silver Fang run the show.
[Marni] She smirks, and then with an arched brow. “Afore we get too comfortable n’shit – we all know why we here. I got one question – which could decide if i’ma be home with mah baby here in a bit, or later on.” To Matthew, naturally. “You assumin ya gonna lead this shindig? an’ who would we be petitionin?”
Yes, she’s aware that’s two questions.
[Wrenboys Rhyme] The grin he offers in return is equally warm, his eyes touched with a hint of amusement. But isn’t that how all the Irish smile anyway? “Yer passion is a credit to yer moon, Mirror’s Whisper. Any thoughts or advice you can offer would be greatly appreciated. The Black Valley was the last place to get electric and phones back home, an’ that wasn’t til the seventies. The Elders see that as a victory, but I think it’s more a sign that the world is going to keep getting smaller no matter how hard we work to keep it stable. Complacency and pride are goin’ t’ be the downfall of us.”
He takes a moment to look over the gathering once more before returning his attention to the Fang. “Riddle tells me that you are putting together a new pack. I don’t know if I’m what yer lookin’ for, but if you’d see fit to give me a chance to pitch in and prove m’self I think I could be a good fit. Or at least a respectable ally.”
[Riddle Me This] *Owen is trying to shut up the chirping spider spirit that serves as his link to his cellphone. Dark brows are furrowed in disgust. That text message had to be someone wanting something. Someone needed a “Hero” obviously. Likely it was one of his little sisters. Then again, the system was somewhat unreliable, and that message may well have been sent hours ago. Spiders not entirely trustworthy. He should have entrusted the task to bats or scab birds, but damned if the eight-legged entities hadn’t been begging for a job. The music is muffled once more as he shoves the chipper contraption in his pocket. Looking quite abashed as he listens. Marni inquires as to spiritual matters, and the theurge is quick to chime in, stooping to speak closer to her shoulder.*
I’ve begun interaction with The Noble Harrier Hawk. She’s one of Falcon’s brood, but I think you’d like her. She’s a modest and thoughtful spirit. Lends ease to any negotiation, truce or alliance. Makes one more empathic. And she lends her swiftness to all that follow her. You’ll move twice as fast, two-legged or four
Her chiminage is reasonable. She bids you consider both sides on an argument for five minutes or so before speaking on it.
[Marni] She arches a brow, slightly. “She would want ME to keep quiet for five whole minutes? Dude, I ain’t never done that in my whole fuckin’ life…” It’s said with amusement, though, as she looks up at Owen with a grin.
And yeah, she loves th’ fact his phone keeps demandin’ a hero. She gets the phone, man… gets. it.
She tosses a wink up at Owen. Clearly, she likes the Theurge. Though she’s still waiting for Matthieu to reply before she says anything else.
[Mirror’s Whisper] He grins to the others and then back to Owen. His head tilting when Owen shows a hint of frustration and annoyance. This alerts Matt though he figures Owen will speak up if the matter needs to be addressed. He also notes the way Leon fidgets, this was his moon and he understood that much. His smile showed and he glanced up once more.
His first response needs to go to Wrenboys who he is directly speaking to. He nods his head slowly and shrugs his shoulders.”Our Traditions are ancient indeed and important to our sense of self… Our very identity depends on our traditions and we need to understand and protect them as much as possible. But you are right, the world is growing. The Concord has changed the game for us… No longer do we seek to control the spread of Humanity. Now our responsibility is to live with them, to guide and direct them along lines that work better for them as well as ourselves.”He says with a nod of his head.”We’re not going to do that hiding in the trees. We’re certainly not going to do that unless someone stands ready to reach out and take the reigns.”He says with a flare of passion in his eyes. This was a matter he’s done much thinking on it would appear.
“That is the hope here is it not? If we can truly bring this city under the control of the Garou then this will only be the first of many. If we can find something that works… Some way of making this work then that is where words shift into actions and when you show the other tribes that we can use these cities to our advantage they will adapt and follow suit no?”He asks with a warm smile.”That’s the hope here anyway, I’ve heard it a million times before… Less talk more action. Well that’s exactly what I am doing, turning words into action and perhaps we might change the world.”He laughs softly.”Or we will fail miserably in which case the other garou will learn not to attempt this. Either way I would like that anyone who feels they can contribute take part in this. We are attempting to transcend tribes and politics and build something grand and lasting and beautiful and that will take strength from the ground up and on every imaginable level. We could not possibly conquer Chicago with all the garou in the world at our disposal. But with the right people in the right places this City might as well be ours. And then Chicago ceases to be a Blight on Gaia’s surface. Instead becoming one of her most potent weapons.”He was indeed giving a little speech and making sure everyone could hear his voice as he spoke.”I should think you’ll fit nicely if this is what you wish to take part in. We need everyone who wishes to.”
He then turns his attention towards Marni and his smile grows brilliantly.”I am willing to pour all I have and am into the role… To pursue the interest of Pack and it’s members in all members. But a pack functions nest when it’s members know when to back down and let someone else handle matters. My house is already bonded to Harrier and she asks that we seek to work together with all our kind.”
“My house, and family alike have long made it a personal endeavor of our own to embody that concept. We might be differing tribes, just as any country our cultures differ greatly, but we still stand as one nation. In that sense we would also stand as one pack. A body unified and each individual backed by the strength of it’s peers. Each one stronger for the presence of the others.”He says with a nod of his head. Doing his best not to lecture but simply express his feelings.
“A pack is like a family and I should hope that I could inspire the family, and guide it well when decisions are unclear. But the hope is that each member would be as important in every decision as anyone else.”
[Mirror’s Whisper] [*LOL*Sorry!]
[Leon Davenport] He listened to everyone talking, nodding when Owen spoke of the Harrier. So the price would be to consider bboth sides of an argument before speaking..doable..if he odesn’t hang around Amy too often..or he won’t be speaking at all it seem, just considering.
He listend to Matthieu and had nothing against the Silver Fang leading the pack. Well maybe not o the field, but that will remain to be seen. Maybe the man was a good in a battle as he was on the more social aspect of the fight.
[Riddle Me This] *He’s scratching his beard, looking for all purposes like some strange flannel wearing techno-hippie. Listening thoughtfully, before smirking to Marni and grumbling.*
Sing Freebird if you have to.
*Once Matt has said his piece, Owen studies the faces of those gathered. His own easily read. Thoughtful. Hopeful. Resolute. Nodding to each garou in turn as he leans against the creaking ship husk and rumbles in a low tenor.*
If Mirror isn’t the right fit for alpha, one of us will challenge. If the one who challenges isn’t right either, another will, until it works. Such is a pack. Declaring alpha is well and good, but its been my experience only time will tell. What matters now is uniting towards a goal.
*And it would seem thats all he has to say about that. A scab bird landing above them to glare downwards with eerie glass red eyes. Railroading the theurge’s attention once more.*
[Wrenboys Rhyme] The young Ragabash listens carefully, the wry grin holding firm to his expression as Matthieu expounds on his beliefs and goals. He stands with his arms crossed, the wedding ring he wears glinting in the ghostly Umbral moon against the black wool of his coat. When silence comes, it is weighted by the gravity of the moment. It is a powerful thing when Garou come together as a Pack, even at the conceptual stages. Riddle speaks next, and Michael nods in agreement with his words.
“I have no intention o challenging Mirror’s Whisper at this time either. Yer conviction is enough t’ earn my respect fer now, Whisper. But as Riddle said, time will tell. Lead us well.” His gaze moves once again to the rest of the gathering. “It sounds as if we have a fairly clear mission, as well as a Patron and an Alpha. What else will we be needin’, then?”
[Marni] She shakes her head, and smirks. “Jesus fuckin christ on a goddamn pogostick. Can’t ya give a simple yes or no? Ya got a purty mouth, boy, but all the goddamn lecturin in the world ain’t mean shit when ya dealin with people. REAL people, not inbred fucktards with equally annoyin entitlement issues.”
She shrugs. “I ain’t gonna listen to a fuckin’ lecture every time I ask a yes or no question. I ain’t gonna sit still an’ listen to flowery bullshit on the Nervona Hippy Peace an’ Love Shit every time ya open ya gorram mouth. In short – Even though ya so hope ya can lead an inspire a Family. I ain’t ya family. Ya ain’t earned anythin’ close to that.”
She shrugs. “I applaud the vision. I understand the basics – even with all the fluff ya force everyone t’fuckin’ wade through. But.”
There’s always a but. She shakes her head. “I ain’t gonna follow him. You” Owen “I’d follow. But not him, not even for a trial. So maybe ya’ll could come callin when ya set up an’ stable.”
[Wrenboys Rhyme] “Or maybe I was premature in that line o’ thinkin’…”
[Leon Davenport] He watch them all, he had stayed silent for msot of the meeting “Mattheiu will learn to be more conscise.”He say flatly “And Marni, maybe he use too many words, the man want to be sure he makes his point across. He’ll learn soon enoguh that we get it. All of us. You said you’d follow Owen..why don’t you trust him too? If he thinks Mattheiu can do it, then maybe he’s right. No one’s perfect, so why not give him a chance to change a little? Unless you have other offers, why not hang with us? Who knows, aybe yo’r view of things and your attittude is what we need to make things work..the way you’d liek it”
HE shrugh “I’m ont saying you have to. I”m not going to force you either, that’d be jsut plain stupid. Owen trust you. I like you for the 10 minutes we’ve know each other. I’d liek it if you could give it a try”
[Riddle Me This] Stop.
*Its said with no small amount of force behind it, however calm. Owen lifting a finger to Marni in a classic – hold up- gesture. He pauses a moment to collect his thoughts and slide his tall self between the radiant silverfang fop and the spunky guttermouthed gnawer.*
You lose credibility in confrontation, the same way Mirror loses it in verbosity.
*And once again, thats all he has to say. Remaining between the two extremes of garou social strata for the sake of moon alone. Silent. Concise to the point of infuriating. They were truly Cliathes all.*
[Marni] She shakes her head at Leon. “He ain’t learned yet. This ain’t our first Tango. ‘Yes, I intend to lead’ was his point – not the million words he padded it with.”
She winks at Owen, and shrugs. “Maybe so, maybe not. I ain’t willin t’leap in. And I ain’t willin to follow him. I ain’t tell ya how t’talk t’sprits. I seen how good ya are. Don’t try an’ tell me how t’Raggie. It’s my job t’question, t’poke an t’prod, t’confront an’ t’make my decisions based on that, quickly. Ya’ll are takin a ‘give him a chance’ stance, an’ good on ya for it.”
“It ain’t my way. Not anymore. I ain’t willin’ to lose another pack because everyone’s too busy singin’ kumbyyah t’notice th’splinter festerin before it destroys everyone. I ain’t begrudge ya your way. Don’t begrudge me mine. I ain’t plannin on havin any more kids just t’name’em after dead packmates.”
[Wrenboys Rhyme] “You could always Challenge to be Alpha yerself…” The suggestion is quiet. He never even looks up from the ground.
[Mirror’s Whisper] “Peace and love have nothing to do with anything here. We are in the middle of a war and Chicago is our Battlefield. By controlling the battlefield we control the war. Less Goodguys die and more badguys die because we’re out there handling things for them.”He meets Marni’s eyes directly.”Is that concise enough?”
“What I am hearing is that I am not qualified to lead in an area I am more than qualified to lead in.”He crosses his arms over his chest and watches her. His attention upon her.”That I am not strong enough to manage myself in a battlefield I fight in regularly. I would like that you should join with us…”
“But a Pack must also hold some degree of fellowship. If trust cannot exist between the two of us then I am sorry for that. I have extended the hand of friendship, but I will not kiss your ass Marni.”He says back to her finally with a shrug of her shoulders. No man who wishes to stand as alpha could. He retained that calm, even tempered demeanour which he always presented and he watched her with a look of certainty on his face.
[Riddle Me This] I don’t tell you how to best serve your moon. I tell you how you might best serve yourself. Note where I stand, Sticky Fingers.
*A beat, mouth quirking wry as he’s raising his eyes towards the fat form of Luna’s full self overhead, so much larger here in the Umbra. A look to the Fang standing across from him as he says the last*
The moon is too full to rouse tempers over so little.
*Tilting his head back down to the smart-assed gnawer over his shoulder, Owen rumbles once more.*
I hope you eventually reconsider. I like you.
[Marni] “See, Matthieu, that’s where err. Ya extended only a hand o’condencendin bullshit in every meetin we have. Even now, ya break it down t’what ya hear, an ya say ya more than qualified t’lead, that ya strong in th’ battle field. Which means ya ain’t heard a damn word. An’ yes, Wrenboy’s Rhyme, I could challenge t’be alpha here. But my experience with this one is that he ain’t gonna submit t’any leader but hisself.”
She shrugs, and rests her hand on Owen’s arm. “I hope ya can prove me wrong. I do. But I ain’t a good fit for ya’ll like this. Be strong. Ya’ll kick ass – an’ if ya need someone t’carry messages for ya, or scout, ya give me a call. I’m always willin t’lend a hand, tooth or claw. But I ain’t gonna be bonded.” Not with him.
She leans up and slides her cheek across Owen’s. It’s a familiar gesture, an’ restrained for the girl who is well known to be a cuddlebug. “I like ya too. Stop by an’ see us soon.”
She steps away then, and lifts a hand to Leon and Michael. “Best o’luck to ya all.”
[Wrenboys Rhyme] There is nothing left for the square-jawed Irishman to say right now. He simply continues to stand with his arms crossed, gaze fixed at no particular point on the ground. The extent of his usefulness in the conversation has been reached it would seem. When Marni speaks her farewell he simply nods without lifting his eyes.
[Leon Davenport] He nod to Marni “Take care” He start pacing slowly. He will have ot do something tonight..run, fight, kill whatever…He wasn’t happy but nothing he could say right now would be good. Instead of taking 5 minutes to think of both sides of an argument…he’ll take 5 days…better let the moon change phase. So he kept quiet..just pacing
[Mirror’s Whisper] Matthieu feels the need to say nothing more on the matter and simply shrugs his shoulders when she goes to wander away. She was going to leave and that was all there was to it. He wasn’t going to sit around arguing… Beating a dead horse is what they would call it.
She went to leave and he gave a bow of his head in her direction.
“When the nation itself was formed there were many who did not wish to take part. In the end it was action and success that showed the others what the nation was capable of.”He turned his attention to Leon and a smile grew on his lips.”I will speak to Winston as well as a few others I have had words with in the past. Not all members will mesh perfectly, however.”
“We need to find Leon something to hunt, anyway.”He says with a little grin before looking around at those who remain.”What do you say we do just that?”
[Marni] He gets in a last parting shot, and she just laughs, and tosses up her hands in a ‘see?’ gesture. Despite having nothing to say, he has to say something anyway – and it’s the same damn offensive thing.
“Someday, Matthieu, I’m gonna kick ya in that purty mouth.”
But not tonight. Indy’s hungry – she can feel it in her bones, in the heaviness of breast. And so she goes.
[thanks for the play and option, all! :) ]
[Wrenboys Rhyme] He nods in response to Mirrors question. “Sounds like fun. What do you have in mind?”
[Wrenboys Rhyme] ((And he will spend the night cavorting and romping with them, but for now I have to go. Gotta work tomorrow. Thanks for the RP everyone, I’ll catch you guys around))
[Riddle Me This] {awesome. Can we assume on the hunt happening and awesometimes? Cause I have t go throw a chair now!}
[Marni] [JERRY JERRY JERRY JERRY!]
[Riddle Me This] {xactly! adios!! Hoorah!}