[Joshua Coil] No sir. I am staying with Melody Drake, a Cliath Shadowlord. She offered me a place to stay when I came here. *He nods.*
[Bronwyn Montgomery] “Melody is our packmate, Rhya.”
[Skull-Like-Ox] He’s lumbering through the caern. Nowhere to go, nothing particular in mind, just out wandering. He spots a little group of people and heads in that direction.
[Stefan Knezevic] His attention shifts briefly as he hears the heavy footfalls of the Fenrir Ahroun. His watches Ox as he approaches, silent a moment, before he smiles and nods. “Good evening, Skull-Like-Ox. How are you?”
[Skull-Like-Ox] He nods at Stefan. “Hi. I’m fine. How are you?”
[Bronwyn Montgomery] New game. Her attention shifts to Ox, locking on him as long as it takes to make her determinations.
Within seconds, she’s looking to Joshua again.
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] [LESS LURK MORE PLAY.]
[ispy] [LURKS]
[Stefan Knezevic] “Well enough.” He gives a light shrug. “Have you met my Alpha, or Lukas-rhya or Fatal Error?” Indicating each of them in turn.
[Skull-Like-Ox] “Um. No?”
[Joshua Coil] *He hears his name, though he can’t look over – he’s not been released by the Elder yet. Damn being so submissive!*
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] “I’ve met her,” Lukas confirms. “Smart wolf. I just wanted to make sure you had a place to stay.”
Skull-Like-Ox lumbers up; brick shithouse is the descriptor that comes to mind. “I’m Lukáš Wyrmbreaker,” Lukas says by way of greeting, “also called Cold Victory. We haven’t met, but the Guardians mentioned you came to town a few weeks ago. I’m your auspice alpha. Your tribal alpha is a Kora Eyjolfsdottir — have you had a chance to introduce yourself yet?”
[Dorian Del Maro] [Bloody elitist Garou in the Caern. *stomps off to side room*]
[Joshua Coil] *He nods at Lukas, feeling a bit flattered by the ‘smart’ comment. Of all the things he’s never been called before.* Thank you, rhya, *he says, not interrupting, trying to get his comment in before Lukas turns his attention on Ox. And THEN he looks back to Bronwyn and her Lord friend.*
[Bronwyn Montgomery] She nods to Joshua, giving him an encouraging smile in a rare show of kindness.
[Skull-Like-Ox] He inclines his head respectfully to Lukas. “I haven’t had a chance yet. Sorry.” He extends his hand. “I know you said they said I was here and all but just the same. I’m Brian Miller. Skull-Like-Ox. Cliath Modi, Son of Fenris.” His introduction has clearly been memorized via repetition.
[Stefan Knezevic] He smiles a bit to Joshua…friendly, even a bit warm. “Good evening, Fatal Error. A pleasure to have the chance to speak with you finally.”
[Joshua Coil] Good evening. I have heard good things about you from Bronwyn. *Is it really a pleasure to hear his voice, when it sounds like Batman from The Dark Knight had laryngitis? He offers out a hand.*
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Actually, Lukas was calling Melody smart. He’s too polite to correct the misconception, though. Besides, it wasn’t as though he thought Joshua unintelligent, and the conversation has moved on.
He offers his hand to Brian as well, gripping the other’s wrist for a moment. Tall and broadshouldered, it’s rare that Lukas seems dwarfed by another, but Skull-Like-Ox manages it. Though standing an inch shorter, the Fenrir seems twice as broad: a veritable ball of muscle.
“You should get yourself over to her,” he says — a suggestion, not a reproach. “Her pack lives in the Cabrini-Green projects, in an abandoned church. Go by Umbral and you can’t miss it.
“And on that note,” he adds, “I need to resume Caern patrols. Josh — thanks for bringing me the information. I’ll get in touch with Quinn and Adara and clear the details up. If any of you want to pitch in,” this is to everyone at large, “talk to one of them.”
[Rory] It is not the shrines she visits tonight, as she is but a prospective, but the Graves, instead. There is one in particular that she has ensured was cleaned off, with fresh flowers laid at the head, with a quiet word murmured to the body that decomposes beneath. He is not there, she knows that, but it is comforting none-the-less. He was one of few that accepted her as she was, and she never forgot that.
Even when he was laughing at her inability to smoke weed.
She pats the stone, and stands, before she starts to make her way through the Caern, and – naturally – toward the voices in the distance. There are several things that people notice about her – one, the wasted breeding, two, the blood red curls, and three? her tendency to hide in the shadows, to attempt not to draw attention to herself, and once she’s been noticed – her blush.
And, of course, all that Rage.
[Skull-Like-Ox] He nods at Lukas. “I will. Thank you.” A broad, genuine smile.
[Stefan Knezevic] “Mm…I am happy to hear it. Hopefully all true things.” The tone is gently teasing as looks at Bronwyn and back, chuckling. He takes the offered hand, shaking it.
When Lukas makes to go, he looks to him and nods. “Have an excellent evening, Cold Vicory-rhya.”
[Bronwyn Montgomery] “It was lovely to meet you, Rhya.” She nods to Lukas, spine loosening just a touch.
[Joshua Coil] *His hand doesn’t squeeze Stefan’s though it is quite clear he could. He nods only once, not quite managing to meet the Lord’s eyes, before he backs off first.*
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] “Likewise,” he says, nods to them all, and turns to go. A few paces away he drops back to wolf shape and — since this area is well-guarded by a growing crowd of Garou — moves off to quieter stretches of the bawn.
[thanks for the RP, all! i’m failing at this multitasking thing, so i’m bowing out!]
[Rory] [Throws up hands]
[Bronwyn Montgomery] We should consider him. He’s delightfully obedient. Her eyes look Ox over again as she discusses Josh.
[Skull-Like-Ox] He looks over at the others, looking Bronwyn over.
[Bronwyn Montgomery] “Yes?” A scowl flickers as the Fenrir studies her.
[Stefan Knezevic] I am glad you have such stringent criteria.
He smiles to Joshua, leaving Bronwyn and Ox to deal with each other. That’s one potential mess he doesn’t plan to get into. “Where do you come from, Fatal Error?”
[Bronwyn Montgomery] (Are you sticking around?)
to Rory
[Joshua Coil] *He looks back to Ox, and he seems about to say something, though Stefan’s words catch him, as he looks back.* Originally, from Seattle. And then I moved to New York.
[Bronwyn Montgomery] He’s an Ahroun, darling. We need more muscle. It isn’t just his charming trait of insisting on kissing my ass that makes him an attractive prospect.
[Rory] [For a bit, I suppose..]
to Bronwyn Montgomery
[Skull-Like-Ox] He shrugs. “Nothin’.”
[Bronwyn Montgomery] “What about you?” She openly looks the Fenrir over again, placing her guess at Oklahoma or Montana or one of those states who’s population exist mainly in trailers.
The flash of red hair approaching catches the corner of her eye, but she keeps her gaze pinned on Ox for the moment.
[Skull-Like-Ox] He looks confused. “Huh?”
[Bronwyn Montgomery] “Where. Are. You. From?”
[Skull-Like-Ox] “Oh. New Mexico.”
[Stefan Knezevic] I would certainly hope not.
“Ahh.” He nods. “You know Melody from there, then? Or is that just a fortuitous twist of fate?”
[Bronwyn Montgomery] “Oh.” She watches him for another moment, then dismisses him with her gaze moving to the approaching woman.
[Joshua Coil] *He nods to Stefan.* We went in two separate directions. It was safer that way.
[Bronwyn Montgomery] “He was packed with her brother.”
[Rory] Her wander is somewhat aimless, other than possessing the idea that she’ll be headed home shortly. Her footsteps are near silent, even as she hitches her backpack up higher on her shoulders, and eyes the group ahead.
[Skull-Like-Ox] He frowns a little at Bronwyn, brow furrowing. “Who are you?”
[Joshua Coil] *He swallows, and hard. And it’s clear, he is shamed by Bronwyn’s words.*
[Bronwyn Montgomery] “It’s fine, darling. There’s nothing wrong with it. “She frowns at Joshua, fingers brushing his arm briefly. “It’s a point of reference. Nothing more.”
Ox is given her very best Prom Queen smile when her attention slowly turns back to him. “Bronwyn Montgomery. Daughter of Fist of Stone, Half moon Child of Gaia, Alpha of Honor’s Forge.”
[Stefan Knezevic] “Ahh.” His head tilts, studying Joshua for several moments. He doesn’t seem to be approving or disapproving, despite Joshua’s reaction. Merely curious. “Well. It is good to meet a friend of a packmate.”
He looks over at Ox and Bronwyn, studying them, and his gaze passes to follow Bronwyn’s to Rory. A slight nod is given to her from her distance away.
He is staying with my mate and I. They grew up at the same Sept.
[Skull-Like-Ox] “Oh. Hi.”
[Joshua Coil] *He nods at that, and he looks back over his shoulder. He looks very unhappy with the memory.*
[Bronwyn Montgomery] Well. Isn’t that nice. She nods once to Ox, fingers resting on Joshua’s arm again.
“Really, darling. Looking guilty makes people think that you have something to be guilty about. That is not the case.”
[Joshua Coil] I failed to protect my Alpha in a time of need, and I lost contact with him, *he grunts.* I believe that puts a lot of burden on my head.
[Bronwyn Montgomery] “You can’t protect someone from their own choices.”
[Stefan Knezevic] “Very well put,” he says, giving Bronwyn a little nod.
[Rory] She’s being watched, and Stefan nods. Rory tips her head, slightly, then nods a little in return, though she doesn’t seem to be the type to interrupt. She doesn’t alter her path, though, even if it leads her right near them.
[Joshua Coil] *He looks back up to Rory, and his eyes widen slightly, as if trying to figure the woman out, before he nods once, in greeting.*
[Bronwyn Montgomery] “Good evening.” Her eyes take Rory in as she gets closer. She doesn’t trust the woman, clearly. But then, she doesn’t generally trust other women.
[Rory] She peeks up at them, and offers a shy smile. “Hi.” She bites her lower lip, absently, almost nervously, as she lifts a hand – pale and fragile looking – to tuck her curls back behind her ear. They fall free again, almost immediately.
[Joshua Coil] Ahh. I have to get back home, *he grunts.* And then find this… Adara. Person. A lot of work to do before the full moon. It was nice meeting you. ((And this is not against Rory, I just need to crash, and HARD.))
[Stefan Knezevic] “Hello.” The words are directed toward Rory, and he smiles. He is not what one would consider gentle, even with the Garou’s shyness perhaps indicating that such would be appropriate. He’s polite, friendly, maybe even warm. But gentle…not on the menu.
“Is something wrong?”
[Rory] She blushes, color dancing under her skin, making her grateful for the night sky. She shakes her head, though, insinuating that nothing is wrong. It’s hard to imagine one with such a press of fury can be so shy, but that’s Rory – a walking contradiction. She slips her hands into the pockets of her jeans, and rolls a shoulder into a shrug.
“No.”
Even harder to believe this one holds Rank – but she does. Hard earned, and freshly minted at that.
[Bronwyn Montgomery] She snorts softly as she looks the woman over more thoroughly.
[Rory] Bronwyn snorts, and Rory glances in her directly, but bears the scrutiny well enough. She recently was stared at by a sept full that hated her – the eye of one woman is something of a relief, truth be told.
[Stefan Knezevic] “Good to know.” His Alpha snorts, but he does not. Any derisive thoughts he may have, if there are any to even be had, are kept to himself as he addresses Rory. “Stefan Knezevic, Eyes of Crow. Cliath Crescent Moon of the Shadow Lords, Beta to Honor’s Forge and Caller of the Wyld.”
[Rory] She tips her head, acknowledging his introduction, and takes a breath to give her own. “Skian Dubh, Fostern Fianna Mull Foon, Last Watch prospective.” A beat. “Rory.”
IT’s the first she’s given her introduction with the new name (ski-en du) and it rolls off easily enough. She doesn’t seem to hear the mistake she did make, as if she only hears what she intended to say, not what actually fell from her lips.
[Bronwyn Montgomery] The woman is looked over the whole time she speaks. Weighed and judged, and finally the Princess nods as if satisfied with something.
“Bronwyn Montgomery. Half moon Child of Gaia, Alpha of Honor’s Forge.”
[Stefan Knezevic] “An honor to meet you, Skian Dubh-rhya.” The transposition is certainly not missed by the Shadow Lord, but neither is it called attention to. It would be impolite.
[Rory] An impolite Shadow Lord – that wouldn’t surprise her in the least. She offers them a shy smile, though, and nods. “Tou yo.”
Bronwyn is satisfied with something, and Rory is – as she mostly tends to be – simply satisfied with surviving. She looks at Skull like Ox, briefly, and then rolls her shoulders under the straps of her pack. “I midn’t dean to interrupt. I’ve patrols do to. G’night.”
And with that, she continues on her way.
[sorry to bail -kid needs my help! Later!]
[Stefan Knezevic] “Good evening, Rhya.” He watches her go with a nod, and looks back to Ox and Bronwyn.