Adara Mires
She had called Izzy earlier and asked the kin if she minded her coming over to help her some with her problems. She wasn’t sure if the detective would allow her to come. She knew she wasn’t one of her favorite people. She wasn’t in bad term either but they were far form friends. She was surprised when they agreed on a time for the visit.
Dressed in jeans, sandals, tank top and a light vest with zipper up front, she arrives on the woman’s doorstep and knocks three time. Her fingers plays in her much shorter hair and she idly wonders if the older woman will recognise her on the spot.
If not, she wishes time to say who she is before getting shot. That would be awkward after all.
Izzy Montoya
She had agreed without really knowing what she agreed to. all she knows is that she can’t keep on like this. Derek has covered for her at work, and she’s taken a [hopefully brief] LOA until this can get sorted out. It’s never ending, and in the hours they say nothing, what they have said keeps her awake even longer.
She’s on the edge. She’s verging on unstable, and when the knock on the door comes, she answers it. Of course, she answers it with a gun in her hand, pointed directly at Adara. Her hand shakes, and the circles under her eyes have baggage of their own – her hair hangs over her face, and she’s dressed in boxers and a tank top – which seems to be the break down outfit of choice.
“What.”
Adara Mires
She take the time to look at the kin’s appearance, not really checking her out, though it was a nice outfit but studying the effect of the lack of sleep and how bad things seem to be for the detective
“Evening Izzy, I think we’re suppose to have a talk and maybe get you some..well support at least” He says, eyeing the gun “And it’s me Adara. I would appreciate if you could pull the gun elsewhere please”
Her eyes looked directly into Izzy’s “Also, may I come in?”
Izzy Montoya
She looks up at Adara, and clearly is weighing the options, though there doesn’t seem to be any for her anymore. After a moment she drops the gun to her side, and turns from the door, leaving it open as a non-verbal invitation. She returns to the couch, climbing up on it and sinking to sit curled up in the corner, cradling the gun against her belly as she reaches for her cigarettes again…
She has trouble getting the cigarette out, and lit again, but she finally manages. “Dunno what the fuck you think you can do…”
Adara Mires
She steps inside and close the door behind her. The Fury’s presence might seem different to the Fenrir kin. Her rage seem more intense, on par with a full moon…or maybe it was just the fact she was so damn tired.
The Cliath makes her way inside, taking off her sandals first and moves with her preternatural grace, the kind that makes dancers and gymnast jealous. She look for a place to sit and since she didn’t know if Izzy could handle her beside her and then other option being the bed, she leans against a wall, watching the detective
“There is three things I can do. One is just be there, watch over you, take care of you as much as someone can..as much as you’ll allow someone. The second is share your burden and step inside your mind, be there with you so you won’t face everything alone. Third..is not nightmare related but if you still haven’t found a warder, I offer you my service..as in, you can call me when things like that happen and I’ll help you as best as I can
And no putting my nose in your personal business.
The third option doesn’t need an answer no but think about it before saying no outright. What’s important right now is try to help you rest and when awake, deal with what you’re seeing”
Izzy Montoya
Any other time she would watch Adara, judging and making snap decisions about her, on the basis of nothing but her rage, and the fact that she is garou. She drags her free hand through her hair, pulling her knees up to keep the gun cradled against her belly, as if it’s the only stable thing that keeps her grounded, keeps her from losing it completely…
She says nothing to the first. The second brings her dark eyes up to Adara’s, giving her just a glimpse of the torment inside, the agony she’s sufferin even now. “Ain’t nothin’ in here you should have to hear…”
As for the third, she scoffs and shakes her head. “And I want a fuckin’ warder? They all say they ani’t gonna pry… and they all fuckin’ do.”
Adara Mires
She watches her, looking almost perfectly calm but she fidgets slightly. A lto of energy comes with high rage and she’s starting to feel it, the new input. Still she could keep her body and temper in check, not that anything Izzy was telling her really bother her, she had expected those reactions
“I pretty sure there is nothing I should have to hear in your mind. I know there are secrets there, bad experiences, many things that you might prefer keep to yourself or get rid of. The thing is, I’m willing to face what’s in your mind, if you let me, so I can be there, reminding you that it’s just memories, that they can’t really hurt you and that you’re not alone.
You don’t have to face what’s inside your mind alone. I want to help you share that burden.
And you may believe anything you want about my intentions but I am an easy warder. I just want you to be safe, not get into too much trouble and help if you do get in it. Who you sleep with, your lifestyle, if you’re having kids or not..that’ll be for your tribe to judge..rule..or whatever they will do. Me? I just want you safe”
Izzy Montoya
She just wants her safe. “Why.”
Perfectly blunt, Detective Montoya. She always is – and what’s going on in her mind isn’t helping any either… she closes her eyes, tight, her lips pressing together as it cycles around to a particularly… brutal… confession. She presses her fist against her temple, and hits it a time or two or three or four or enough that she loses count…. until it’s over, and moves on to the next confession… still bad, but not quite so.. close to home.
“Problem is – it is real. All the confessions – real an fuckin detailed and… they’re real.” And people are so fucked up…..
Adara Mires
She still watches her with those kind eyes and soft smile on her lips “Why? Because you’re a member of the Nation, even if you don’t really like us, because I care about people, because it’s the right thing to do, because even a tough woman like yourself need support sometimes, because I secretly want to get in your pants” She says the last teasing, they had talked about that once
“Seriously, pick any but the last one..they’re all true. I actually do like you, so here I am. Here to help, here to keep you safe”
By the time Izzy opens her eyes again, the intense rage was closer. Adara had moved silently, closing the distance and was now crouching, looking into Izzy’s face with concern, her hand hovering over the gun in case the kin was startled
“Well if they are so bad and real, then more reasons for me to be beside you when they hit you, so I can lend you some of my strength. Because now you’re very tired and no one, not even someone as strong as you can withstand this forever. I’m not a frail or weak person Izzy. It’s not because I’m nice that I haven’t handled horrors.
I do need you to want my help before I can give it to you. I won’t force you”
Izzy Montoya
That she secretly wants to get into her pants causes an almost familiar smirk to cross her lips, all the more bitter for it’s berevity… “No secret.” She tries, at least, but it’s fading again fast as the cycle continues, keeping at her, telling her over and over again, juicy delight in things no one should ever take delight in…
Adara was closer, and the rage doesn’t bother her – it never has. She chose garou lovers strictly on the basis of the danger levels of rage many a time over… but it’s the hand near her gun that gives her pause… she slides her hand around the butt of the gun, and automatically makes sure the safety is on, before she reaches to set it aside. Shooting herself is one thing – shooting the bad guy one thing – shooting someone trying to help..
Well, even if she is Garou, it isn’t right.
Finally – becuase it is a last ditch effort to get some kind of relief, even if it only shows the Fury what exactly she’s dealing with, and how she would welcome the thought of simply dreaming… because it will show Adara how very bad it is [how very strong Izzy has been] she nods. Slightly.
“ok.”
Adara Mires
She grins “All right, maybe I still hope for a shot.. but that’s not the point. I won’t do anything that would be considered improper”
She smiles softly when the gun is put away.
“So, this won’t hurt” She says, sitting on her butt on the floor, looking up at Izzy. “We’ll find ourselves in some kind of sleeping state where our minds will be connected. It will create some kind of dream world we can affect a little. Since you’re vision are so strong, they will probably get into it. If not, even better, you can sleep there and I’ll watch you. All I need for this is having you in my line of sight.
So maybe you want to sit down on the floor because I’m not going to ook up at you all the time…and even though I enjoy what’s at eye level, maybe you don’t want me to look there while I focus”
She waits on Izzy’s reply before starting to focus.
Izzy Montoya
she says it won’t hurt, and Izzy snorts – it’s likely it can’t hurt anymore than the simple knowledge of what’s going on in her mind – she could knock her out with a hammer and she’d likely say thank you… if it managed to work…
She nods, slightly, and slips down to the floor, almost melting down to find a place, wrapping her arms tightly around her knees and resting her forehead against them, with a shuddering sigh. She doesn’t want to share the things she hears… but the thought that she might be able to sleep there… if only for a little while…
It’s too much to hope for – yet hope she does.
Adara Mires
(man + expression roll…have to make it work)
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (1, 2, 3, 4, 7, 10) ( success x 1 )
Adara Mires
She breathes slowly, deeply, looking into Izzy’s face. She doesn’t say word, just stare at the kin, letting Izzy lose herself in the emerald pool that are Adara’s eyes. Not like a lover, more like something strong, pulling at her, bringing her deep into them
The setting changes and there’s the ocean, fresh and salty air brought to them by a gentle breeze. A forest was nearby and mountains could be seen form where they were. It was calm, quiet, not one of Izzy’s memories but one from the Gallaird…a place she will bring back the kin if the voices lessen.. but for not it was a the calm before the storm. Adara steeled herself for what was coming.
Izzy Montoya
At first, at first it might seem as if it doesn’t work again, as if Izzy changed her mind and decided to handle it on her own, as if there is something, something in all of these confessions that she just can’t share, can’t admit to, doesn’t want her to know at all…
But then it’s there. Suddenly they’re there, and there’s a connection, and without warning, the voices – the confessions – are just, there. Never ending. Every single scumbag she’s ever caught, ever interriogated is now confessing with glee to the additional presence. There is depravity, there is sickness, there is a perverse delight in recounting the details of the pain they brought, of the agony they caused, of the pure joy in each and every sick disgusting moment…
Murder.
After murder.
After murder.
After murder.
Described in gleeful detail, so rich they can almost feel the blood between their fingers, taste the metallic tang of it on the tongue, feel the dirty delight in each and every moment as it’s recounted… over and over again…
Then she tenses – she knows what is coming next. This is a voice intimately familiar to Izzy, because it is a memory she shares. This voice rakes through her like rape, twists a knife into her scarred belly…
[i]…don’t squirm away, [b]kinswoman[/b], this is for your own good.. stay, and listen.. I held her like this…[/i] a stabbing pain in the lower belly, sharply remembered as claws twisted and raked within, pinning her to the table so she couldn’t get away, no matter how she fought, no matter which way she turned, they dug deeper, [i]deeper [b]deeper[/b][/i]…. while the voice goes on and on and on and tells of each woman he’d killed, each woman in a sick series of which she was to be the next… he called her kinfolk, kinswoman, kin, everything but her name… and in a nutshell comes the understanding of why – why she hates to be called anything but her name, ever….
it cycles through, and is almost a relief when it goes to another murder, just as gruesome, but somehow.. less… because of the intimacy of the one bfore it…
It’s a wonder that Izzy has hold on this long without putting a bullet in her brain just to make it stop….
Izzy Montoya
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Izzy Montoya
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Adara Mires
(little roll here…WP)
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (5, 5, 5, 6, 7, 10) ( success x 3 )
Adara Mires
At first the Fury is assaulted by all those horrors, the confessions, the memories, sight and knowledge of crimes that makes her growl in anger. Her eyes were filled with the primordial rage inhabiting her, her hands flexing as if she had claws, her body starting to ripple as if she was going to shift but it doesn’t happen.
Hands moves to stay flat on her sides, eyes closes for a moment, breathing become more regular. Finally she opens her eyes again and finds Izzy. She doesn’t block the voices or the images, but she takes them as they are…things of the past, things she sadly can’t affect, things she wished she could.
The hardest was Izzy’s rape. That was the moment the Galliard could have lost it, she came close to it. But her concern for the present, for the kin who’s mind they are sharing, was more important than avenging a past she couldn’t affect
She steps closer to the detective and says softly “I’m here Izzy, I’m not going to crumple, so lean on me, I’ll stay with you until you want me out”
She place a hand very gently on the Fenrir’s shoulder and gently turn her, opening her arms slightly, inviting her into them if the older woman wanted to, needed the comfort. The Fury’s presence might be comforting after all, strong and steady like a sister, a friend, the way a lover’s should be.
She was just there, offering her whole presence, strength and will for Izzy to lean on.
Izzy Montoya
She feels the rage swell, feel the urge to shift in the other woman as she fights it back, fights to remain connected, to hear it, to suffer through the knowledge of Izzy’s rape at the hands of a shifter – not just one, but many, three days of hell before she was found, before she was saved… by a Sept led by a kinfolk.
Is it any wonder she chafes at being determined to be less because she has no claws? Is it any wonder she holds little hope that the garou can do anything but charge in, kill, and forget all the pieces that have to be put together? Is it any wonder she hates so many of them so?
But she stays – and the voices swell until they are one, until they all but beg in a single voice Help us! then fades into the cycle again… so much pain, so much agony, so….. too much…
She flinches away from the touch on her shoulder, as if such kindness burns, as if she can’t really accept it… as if she doesn’t know how. She doesn’t fall into her arms, though there are tears on her face, that she scrubs away in frustration… but she doesn’t pull away either… she just.. just… breathes… it’s all she can do…
“It doesn’t stop… not until 11.. it never fuckin’ stops… and then I can’t sleep because…” she shrugs. Adara’s now seen. She knows. And the most important part… “Almost no one fuckin’ knows.” And she wants to keep it that way….
Adara Mires
She watches the woman, the tears rolling down Izzy’s cheek and she doesn’t ask nor wait and just hug her, a warm comforting hug, filled with warmth form the Fury’s body, her rage, strong for despite her small frame, she was a warrior and more solid than she let on.
She brings Izzy to her but doesn’t smother her, always giving a small space to breathe and the ability to push away.
She’s silent for sometime before she speaks “No one else will know unless you speak to it. This is a secret I will take to my grave” She whispers softly in Izzy’s ear in the detective was in her arm
“And you’ll sleep tonight my dear. I will give you a massage, have you drink some tea and then watch over you as you sleep, nearby so you can feel that someone cares and will make sure you’re safe. Would you agree to that Izzy?”
Izzy Montoya
Under the confessions there is more – still more – as the echoes peek through, conversations of the past, of every moment that’s ever happened in this room, on this spot, for eons… and lapping at the top layer are those damned confessions.. over and over and over again…
She doesn’t pull away – but she doesn’t collapse either.. its as if she knows if she gives in a little, if she releases just a sliver of control, she may never regain it again…
She may never sleep again…
Derek tried the same thing – staying nearby. As did Carter. Neither helped, or not for long. But she doesn’t say no… if anything, at least someone finally knows exactly what she’s hearing, and how fucked up it is – how much worse it is than a few dreams that steal sleep and happen when they’re awake.
Izzy’s losing her goddamn mind…. she just needs it to stop.
Adara Mires
She caress Izzy’s hand for a moment before saying “We should go back to the real world and prepare you for some sleep. Then I’ll stay until you wake up and I’ll spend the night with you..in your mind if you want the company. We won’t have to talk, but I will be here to speak directly into your mind..cover all the voices. I know many stories, maybe I can drown them with those”
If Izzy agree to get out, she slowly pulls them away and back into their body. The Fury languidly stretches and and get up, trying to rid her legs of the tingling sensation of being seated too long, same with her butt.
She asks if she can get herself some water, if Izzy needed some or something stronger then tells the detective to lay in bed.
She brings the drink and let Izzy have some before moving to sit on the woman’s butt and massage her for a long time, in fact, hopefully until she just falls asleep exhausted.
It might be too much to hope for but there is always tea, and soft singing. Sex might help but she was properly equipped for the kin. Still she will try everything she can think of to help Izzy get some rest. And she’ll stay the night, watching over her then sharing her pain and anguish.