[Evan McCollach] There was a little break in the heatwave, sort of. The rain however seemed to fall every now and again, scattered storms were scattered here and there, keeping Chicago wet.
That did give Chicago a much needed wash and kept the undesirables from venturing out for a great deal of time. Then again many of the hookers and drug pushers don’t seem to care much about the weather as their wares were always in demand for those who wanted them. And the Green was full of demand for such vice.
And as the rain started to abate, Evan continued his patrol, this time in the physical realm as the spiritual side had been finished. His eyes staying forever vigilant on each and every one of the vice peddlers as he passes by. Moving up to one of the run down bus stops, one that at one point had some sort of covering, now just some broken glass and a stand for graffiti.
[Lonna Larson] Evan knew that Lonna’s car was a piece of shit. Not even that, but he knew that her car had seen better days and that she had abused it so thoroughly that, when in less-than-ideal weather conditions, it refused to work and the Child of Gaia found herself taking the bus. Storms were scattered here and there, and some part of her seemed to enjoy that. She liked the weather, liked trying to determine whether or not this would be a torrential downpour or just the sky spitting in frustration.
Whatever it was, she didn’t matter. The weather was nice- a comfortable sixty-two- and Lonna had an umbrella.
So, with that, she started to head for the bus stop. The one that she hadn’t managed to get fixed. Four hundred seventy-three signatures, now. And so many more to go before the city would do anything about it. So many more phone calls that needed to be made. Attire today was something that helped her blend in a little better, but also seemed indicative of her having been at work. Paint splattered capris, white tee shirt, a light jacket, and rain boots. The umbra was of little consequence and had polka dots.
Hey, look, it was Evan.
[Evan McCollach] He moves over to what was left of the wall that at one point had a roof and two other walls connected to it. However it seemed that all that was left of those two walls were pieces of glass on the floor and the roof. It was better not to ask. But it made a good place to lean as he stood there, waiting and watching as people stood on the corner looking to push some new home-made drug. Most of the shit that was on the street around here was not the highly made stuff.
And once again the little avenger seemed to find herself in the slums when the night was overshadowing the tenements. The housing developments just another thing on her ever growing list of things that need to be fixed around Chicago.
“So how is the ever going fight?”
It would be appropriate that he had a cigarette in his mouth, but then again it would just seem wrong.
[Michael Powers] There’s only so much time you can spend in a studio apartment before the desire to get out and explore some takes hold of you. So down to the streets he’d gone, locking his door carefully behind him, to limp along the pavement, taking errant turns, not overly concerned by the looks his passage brought in its wake. Moving slowly, in no rush, not even particularly looking at anything, Michael seems to be half caught in a reverie, moving like flotsam on the tide. Occasionally he pauses to examine a mark or tag on a wall, or pauses to look up, as if sighting for invisible things in the air above him.
For the most part, however, he just walks. Reads street signs, begins to commit names to memory. Pauses outside little restaurants, bars, as if to soak in the music, the sound of human chatter. The smell of food being made. It’s a casual perambulation, such that he has plenty of time as he crosses the street close by the bus stop, he has the change to gaze at Evan, blink, and then change his angle of approach so as to limp toward him.
[Lonna Larson] “Two hundred more signatures and I can submit my proposal,” she said. Talking about that bit of information, she beamed. She absolutely radiated a sort of contentment that came with helping something or someone out. She seemd fulfilled. The blonde twenty-something pushed her hair back behind one of her ears.
She was too damned suburban to be in the middle of the slums, and she was too damned chipper to be so invested in this place.
Lonna nodded, letting a look of quiet contentment wash over her features as she responded. “I think that things are going to go pretty well, people int eh community seem really concerned about it, so I think we might get something done soon enough.”
Aw, it’s sweet. She was just naive enough to think that she was making a difference. And just stubborn enough to not take no for an answer.
[Evan McCollach] He nodded in response and that was all he could think to do. He didn’t want to break her heart or her spirit about making a difference. He had come to the Eagles a long time ago, he thought he could make a difference too, to change the area and clean it up, turn it around. Make it nicer like his home, but this was the inner city and the slums.
Hope died along the Mile and wasn’t found until they made it passed the city limits.
“Good to hear.”
To most people he was just a guy with really really red hair, maybe just at the end of college if not just out of it. Barely into his adult years and still fresh to the real world. But those eyes seemed hold more than his age ever did, more battles and more knowledge than one should have at that age. Hardened eyes.
And there was something about him that was not so noticed to those of this world. Only their kind would see it, feel it, smell it about him. He wore it like a second skin, yet not so well as others. The blood of kings flowed through his vein, ancient heroes and great warriors his lineage.
“There is something I need to speak to you about something Lonna.”
[Michael Powers] “Excuse me,” says Michael, his voice intruding between them, breaking the exchange they might have been about to have. The young man is younger perhaps even than Evan, eighteen, nineteen at best, but his eyes gleam with a similar fervor, a piercing gaze that seems at odds with his otherwise average looks. Brown hair cut short, square chin, a serious cast to his mouth; he might seem the very picture of a college adjunct, with his jeans and brown sports coat over a white polo, were it not for those eyes.
Leaning on his cane with his only arm, clearly lame in one leg, he takes a step closer. His gaze flicks from Lonna to Evan, whom he then focuses his attention on. “Excuse me,” he says again, quieter.
[Lonna Larson] He doesn’t have the heart to tell her that things won’t change. That things didn’t change here. That he’d been in a similar position, once upon a time. She didn’t think about it, and she didn’t know that she should have thought about it at all.
To most, he was a guy with red hair. To most, Micahel Powers was a young man who must have had a rather unfortunate accident. To most, Lonna Larson was a drop dead gorgeous blonde who was either too blonde to know not to wear a white tee shirt when it might rain, or just ballsy enough to not care that she was wearing a white tee shirt when it could very well rain.
There was something that Evan wanted to speak to her about. She adjusted her weight, cocking her head to the side and looking at him. she shifted her weight to the left side.
“What’s up?” she asked.
Excuse me- she heard. And then? The Child of Gaia turned and looked at the man with the limp and the cane. “Yes?”
[Evan McCollach] They were just outside the Eagle own territory now, no glyphs or signs to mark their turf around here. He had actually passed their own area about a block or so back.
And as he started to talk with Lonna, looking to speak about some of the things that he spoke up about at the Moot. He was about to tell her about the guardianship he had over her and everything else, it seemed that someone came over, limping and leaning against a cane. Emerald eyes move over to look the other kid over before nodding.
“How can I help you?”
Calm and patient, curious to the new comer who didn’t seem to have a problem being around him. Even as the moon above pulled at him, shaking his calm demeanor a little, only a little.
[Michael Powers] Michael pauses, one hand on the head of the hickory cane, standing still on the shoulder of the street. Should the bus come along, it’ll run him flat. He doesn’t seem to mind; there’s no bus in sight.
A measuring gaze is levelled at Lonna, and then, almost warily, he speaks up, voice quiet, steady.
“I’m new in town, and I’ve rented myself a place a few blocks away. I’m worried about disrespecting any prior claims to the area.” He slides his glance across to Lonna once more, trying to figure out how openly he can speak. “So I thought perhaps I’d best come on over here and introduce myself. See if you might be able to answer my concerns.”
That said, he takes another step forward, dragging his stiff right slightly as he does so. “My name’s Michael Powers. Arrived in town last night.”
[Lonna Larson] She was adept at these sorts of things. There were matters to speak about, but they were collected and brushed to the side for the time being; the blonde looked at the male with the measured gaze, and toyed with the end of her hair for the time being. Then? Well, then she looked to the side and kept her mouth shut. Instead, the rather tall, curvaceous Child of Gaia decided that she found the graffiti on the bus stop to be quite interesting. One might even venture to say that it was captivating. For her part, she kept her mouth shut.
[Evan McCollach] Evan didn’t say anything for a couple of seconds, nothing at all. He just seemed to look over the kid a little while before it seemed as if he had to sneeze, a small one at that. But there was something more than just a sneeze behind it. Something to tell of the kid before him.
(Scent of True Form Active)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 4, 6, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Evan McCollach] After a few more moments as the sneezing started to abate. One would wonder if he was catching some sort of bug, but then again their kind didn’t catch the flu or have a cold. This was something to ease his mind.
“Mike Powers huh?” Pause thinking of waiting for more, than reconsiders it. “I am Evan, and the Eagle’s turf is a block back that way, be careful of it, be respectful.” A nod in the direction behind him.
[Michael Powers] Michael looks past Evan, down the street , to what would appear to most to be simply another block. He nods, and takes a step back.
“Wouldn’t think of doing otherwise.” Evan’s own openness before Lonna seems to indicate a certain degree of trust, so he includes her in his respectful nod. “Apologies for interrupting. You guys take care, and I hope to see soon someplace we can make proper introductions.”
The mounting tension that he’d walked into was evident. So he takes a step back, pursing his lips, and with one last nod turns to walk away.
[Lonna Larson] (skip me really quick, I have to write an assignment before I fail!)
[Evan McCollach] He looks at Mike as he looks passed him for a second and then takes a few steps back. He was a bit curious of what and how he just came forward. And now it seemed that he was walking away. Eyes scanning the place for another around, no one in ear shot range.
“Hold on a second, I think we can make a brief one here. I am Evan “Judgment of Sterling Silver” Fostern Philodox of the Children of Gaia. Beta to Eagle’s Chosen.”
[Michael Powers] Michael, half turned away, relaxes at the sound of Evan’s words, and it is with decided more energy that he turns back, his brows raised.
“And I am Michael Powers, “Thoughts Resolution” – Cliath Theurge of the Children of Gaia.” The words come out slightly rushed, and Michael makes no attempt to hide the pleasure he takes in meeting Evan. He takes another step forward, returning to his original place. “It’s great to meet you, Evan. After the reception I received last night at The Brotherhood, I was starting to think Sept of the Maelstrom was going to be a tough place to get started.”
[Evan McCollach] To Mike the mystical properties do not seem to slide away like so many others felt when they learned of his real tribe. The blood of kings did still flow in his veins, but it was not potent enough to suit Falcon’s demands. However among Unicorn’s children he was still a sight to behold, the breeding adding to his stature.
“This is Lonna, a kin of ours. Under my guardianship.” He looked over at her, a simple nod to confirm it with her. Seemed that no one else knew and did not question him at the Moot. “But I have to ask, what reception at the Brotherhood? What happened?”
[Lonna Larson] Brows raised, and the tall kinswoman slipped one of her hands into her pockets. Her expression seemed… well, Lonna looked surprised. Not the kind of surprised that came with knowing that she got a pony for her birthday, or the kind of surprise that came with knowing that you owed money on your taxes. but, rather, somewhere in between.
He looked at her to confirm, and with that? She eventually nodded, that yes, she was okay with this and, yes, this was good to know.
[Joss Lehrer] Speaking of Eagles, here comes another one. This one is as different from Evan as night is from day – female, on the smallish side, average, wearing a tank top and skirt that flares around her calves, and she’s barefoot on one end, and has a headful of long dreadlocks on the other. Piercings complete the look, and even worse? She’s smiling.
SMILING.
And worse? SKIPPING.
She sees Evan, and with her shoes dangling from one hand, her bag bouncing agianst her hip from the strap that cuts diagonally across her torso, she skips toward them. At least she’s happy today, right?
[Michael Powers] Michael turns his attention to Lonna, nods to her once more. “Lonna, a pleasure,” he says, and this time his gaze lingers for perhaps a moment longer; he takes in the blonde hair, her looks, and then pursing his lips, goes back to Evan. Takes a breath, settles his shoulders, and steps on up onto the pavement, off the street proper.
“Nothing I’ve not experienced before, I suppose. I arrived last night. Danny, the man at the bar, told me one of the beds upstairs had been unoccupied for over a month, and I could take it. So I did. A triple, two beds already taken. As I was settling myself in, this drunken blonde Garou entered. Began to insult me, ridicule me, demand I leave.”
Michael’s brows furrow. “Well, the only other bed available in the Brotherhood was with an kin woman I didn’t know. Didn’t feel right bunking with her. So I asked him by what right he could expel me from his room. His response was to break my face in, knock me out, and throw me down the stairs, along with my stuff.”
Michael’s face darkens at the memory. It’s clear he’s not a seething pot of Rage; however, the thought of how he was treated clearly roils something deep within. He shakes his head. His voice drops, quiet now. “I didn’t fight back. Just held my ground.” He shakes his head once more, and gives a bitter snort. “Anyways, when I woke up in the pantry downstairs where they’d stashed me, I decided to find my own place.”
Michael finishes up, and his attention is pulled away by the skipping woman who approaches them with a smile on her lean features. Michael quirks a brow, and shoots a glance at Evan.
[Evan McCollach] He listened to Michael as he told him about what happened to him at the Brotherhood. Some blond guy who stayed at the Brotherhood and stayed in one of the three bedrooms. He didn’t know everyone who stayed in rooms, but he did know that it was neutral ground. It was used to help new garou just coming to the city to get used to the it.
“Do you remember who it was who kicked you out of the room? Beyond blonde guy?”
And then came the barefoot GODI that had recently become an Eagle, taking claim of their territory as well, just a block away. A nod given to her when she approached, an Eagle nod.
[Evan McCollach] (30 minute warning. Sorry but will need some sleep soon)
[Joss Lehrer] She grins at Evan as she gets close enough. “Hi Evan.” She hasn’t adapted the Eagle Nod yet, she just tucks her free hand into the pocket of her skirt, and tips her head toward Micheal and Lonna – the first she doesn’t know, the second she may have met before, but she honestly can’t remember at the moment.
She almost bounces in place. She has far too much energy, it seems, to keep her in one place, in one position. But she doesn’t interrupt. At least, not yet.
[Michael Powers] Michael steps to one side, making room for Joss to form a circle with the rest of them, but returns his attention to the Fostern Child of Gaia. “He refused to return my introduction, so I never got his name. But he was a striking looking guy, early twenties, blue eyes, and is staying in the only room with three beds in it.”
Michael shakes his head, growing irritated by the recollection. “Look, I’m not asking for redress. The guy was a drunken asshole, but it’s not the first time I’ve had to deal with one. I’ll figure something out. Just…” He stops. Shakes his head. “Decided it would be better to get my own space, is all.”
[Evan McCollach] His voice flew over Eagle’s wings connected along the current that they all shared, the string focused on Joss.
“Why does everyone at the Brotherhood think it is their territory. Did someone make a claim over the Brotherhood that I am unaware of? But does the description ring a bell? I think so, but I cannot put my finger on it.”
to Joss Lehrer
[Lonna Larson] There was another Child of Gaia here, and for her part Lonna seemed interested in what was going on. She tilted her head to the side, and seemed more than content to listen. She took a step back and then looked form the one-armed man to Joss. She smiled at her, rather contently at that; she remembered Joss. She remembered Joss because Joss offered to let her borrow some clothes after an incident.
It made Lonna’s shoulder ache.
She then looked back at Michael, and as though she couldn’t quite keep it to herself, she had to ask. “Where are you staying now?”
[Joss Lehrer] She glances at Michael, and smiles, adding a quick introduction. “I’m Joss Lehrer, Gossamer Wing, Fostern Godi and Eagle. I am sorry you had such a rude welcoming.”
Then she falls quiet.
[Joss Lehrer] It sounds like our Master of Challenges, does it not? Hatchet.
to Evan McCollach
[Evan McCollach] For a second it seemed that Evan was off from the conversation, like he was paying attention to something else and then back to Mike.
“The Brotherhood is neutral ground as I remember it. This should not happen.”
he looked back at Joss and seemed to sigh slightly, this was not something he wished to have to do. Continue fighting each and every fight.
“I must be off, I am sorry that I cannot stay but I must finish my patrol. I shall see to this incident and get down to the bottom of this. It was a pleasure meeting you Mike. Lonna take care and be careful heading home.”
Then his eyes meet with Joss for a couple of seconds and then a nod before he was off, back to his patrols.
[Evan McCollach] I was hoping to be wrong by that description. But it seems you have indeed confirmed it. I must speak with Hatchet~yuf and see to his side of the incident. But I must finish my patrols first. Good night Joss.
to Joss Lehrer
[Joss Lehrer] She meets Evan’s eyes evenly and nods, smiling slightly. “Goodnight, Evan.”
Her gaze is unfocused a moment, and then snoe turns back to Michael and Lonna.
[Joss Lehrer] Call if you need backup. There’s a tease underneath it. She’d said the same thing before, and likely will again. Incorrigible, this Godi.
to Evan McCollach
[Evan McCollach] (Thanks for the rp everyone. Now it is sleepy time for me)
[Michael Powers] (Night!)
[Michael Powers] Michael does not cut an imposing figure. Even were he whole of body, not missing his left arm just below the shoulder, not forced to lean on a cane because his right knew was fused and soldered solid, he still wouldn’t seem the type to put up much of a fight. Part of it is his demeanor; he simply doesn’t exhude the raw rage than many Garou do; even recounting this experience, humiliating no doubt, he seems to manifest little more than a natural anger; the control in his eyes never quite wavers, never seems to crack.
Then there’s the way he’s dressed. Clean pair of jeans, a white polo shirt, and a brown sports coat over that. All of it clean, all of it neat, giving him a scholarly, almost fastidious appearance. Were it not for the piercing nature of his gaze, the manner in which he seems to see through things as much as the things themselves, he might even be easy to dismiss.
So it’s perhaps no surprise that he was knocked out and thrown down the stairs. Even if he’d chosen to fight back, odds were the same thing would have happened.
“Good meeting you, Evan,” he says, voice quiet again, steady. He watches the young red haired man go, and then turns to Joss.
“And good meeting you too, Joss. I’m Michael Powers, “Thought’s Resolution”, Cliath Theurge of the Children of Gaia.” He smiles ruefully, his expression almost wry. “And as you heard, I’m but recently arrived in town.” A beat as he examines her, his expression for challenging. “I’d – I’d appreciate a chance to speak to you, at some point. Would be good to have an experienced Theurge to talk to.”
Turning, he nods to Lonna. “I just moved into a studio apartment some three blocks that way,” he says indicating with his thumb over his shoulder away from Eagle territory. “It’s small, but it’s clean, gets plenty of light. It’ll do. You live with the Eagles?”
[Michael Powers] (His expression NOT challenging, heh)
to Joss Lehrer
[Joss Lehrer] She studies him, evenly, determining his gaze to not be challenging, as she watches him. He is not an imposing figure – but then again, neither is she. To all appearances she is merely average – height, weight, looks – only the dreads and the piercings and a single tattoo (small dual bats at the base of her throat under her collarbone) in view to setting her apart.
Well, that and the rage that always prickles around any of their blood, the breeding that runs pure within her veins, and the sense that she is oh so very much more than she seems. And most offputting – she is a Fenrir that smiles. It dances in her eyes, it lingers along her lips, it is clear that she’s a genuinely content person, comfortable within her own skin, no matter what form that skin happens to be.
“I am always available to those of my moon, I’d love to powwow, anytime.” And that too is genuine. “I’m glad you found a suitible place. The Brotherhood, I’ve found, is a good place to bum a meal, but I was happy to move in with the Eagles instead.”
She doesn’t answer for Lonna, though she knows it. It’s just not her way.
[Lonna Larson] Does she live with the Eagles?
Lonna shook her head no, causing blonde curls to fall to the side and do whatever they really pleased. They were curls, one could not really tame them; they seemed to have their own life and their own. The slightly older woman stood. She had words to say, and then they came. “I live on the south side, I work on this part of town though.”
The Young-ish woman was content to be quiet for now. She found herself toying with the end of her hair, an idle gesture. And then? Then she had something else to say. The Child of Gaia kinswoman inhaled and looked excited- “Hey, if you want we should do lunch or something.”
[Michael Powers] Michael, about to respond to Joss, turns with surprise – and guarded pleasure – to Lonna. “Hey, yeah, that would be great,” he says. “I’m new in town, your a Child of Gaia, it only makes sense.” His smile, when it comes, is hesitant, genuine, and then fades as he nods. “Here, I’ll give you my number.”
He turns to include Joss in his offer. “Actually, I’ll give you both my number. And this is my address,” he says, and tells them how to reach his place. “I’d love for you to drop by, rhya,” he continues with Joss. “I’ve been thinking a lot about some different rites, about some different talens, even. There’s a ton of things I’d like to discuss, when you have the time.”
[Joss Lehrer] He tells her his number and she digs her cell phone out of her pocket and adds it in right there and then… “You got caller id?” And if he does, she goes ahead and makes the call, so that he has her number as well. Sometimes technology is awesome – and under everything, she is still a teenage girl!
“I’d love to come by. To tell the truth, the Eagles think I’m kinda weird..” She widens her eyes, as if that couldn’t POSSIBLY be the case, because she’s as normal as they come. All Theurges are, right? Right? Shh. “So to speak with another Theurge is always a treat.”
Is she nuts?
(Magic 8 ball says ‘All signs point to YES’.)
[Lonna Larson] She digs through her pocket to find her receipt, and then to her purse to take out a pen. The tall, blonde lady took a moment to write her name on the back and list her phone number with it. There was a quiet glee that came with this. The response was brief, straight and to the point. He would be okay with going to lunch. They shared a tribe, and for her part Lonna seemed excited by this fact.
“Sounds great, I look forward t’hearing from you again,” she was beaming at that moment. Seemed that second day on the town couldn’t be too bad, right?
[Michael Powers] There’s a beat, and for a moment Michael seems ready to look at them sideways, to wait for the other shoe to drop, for people to stop smiling and be so pleasant. But the beat passes, and both the Theurge and the kinfolk seem sincere in their desire to strike up an acquaintance. So, almost imperceptibly, a part of Michael relaxes.
He laughs at Joss’ candor, his laughter still restrained, quiet, but his eyes seem to light up with some shared amusement. “Yeah, tell me about it. I just spent half my savings on this huge porcelain tub, the kind with clawed feet? I haven’t even bought a mattress yet. But I can’t wait to Cleanse it, Awaken it’s spirit, and then just climb inside it and bleed myself near to death so as to begin practicing both sewing up wounds and making…” He pauses. Turns his eyes to Lonna, who might not find his enthusiasm quite as understandable as Joss. “To make some Bloody Bandage talens,” he finishes, almost weakly. “Anyway. I’d love to have another Theurge there to help me with it the first time. Never done it before.”
He clears his throat. Shifts his weight once more, looks at the ground, then up at Lonna with his wry smile. “Sorry about that. Must have sounded pretty… strange. But – yeah.” A pause, and then he just laughs, amused by how weird the transition feels. “But yes – ! Um, lunch? Coffee? This friendly lady told me about this place round the corner that serves great coffee.” He looks to Joss for confirmation, sicne this roughly her pack’s area. “The Heights? She said it was great. Perhaps we could pick up a cup in the morning or something, breakfast? I tend to skip it unless somebody reminds me.”
[Joss Lehrer] Her eyes widen again – this time at the idea of a tub that big. “Ohhh… OOOH. To have a bath in a tub like that!” And then he explains what HE can’t wait for, and it’s a clear delineation between a girls idea of a good time and a boys. But she’d likely be just as content to do the bloody bandages as well.
She laughs easily, disconcertingly, as she nods. “A bloody bandage saved my hide recently. Having them handy is always a good idea. I’ve a few ideas of other things we could possibly work together with too. Oh this will be FUN!”
Yes, she bounces. Her smile is just as warm for Lonna too, as they talk about food. “Oh yes, that place has a killer club sandwich too…”
[Lonna Larson] “It’s okay, you guys are… yeah,” she had to laugh a little, but it was the laughter that came with being kinfolk. The laughter that said that she didn’t quite know what to say , or what they were talking about, but instead she was content to look elsewhere and find the sky interesting. To find the ever-growing moon to be something that could keep her attention.
They were talking about Theurge stuff, and she seemed to zone back in just in time for the mention of coffee and breakfast. “That? Sounds great, I’m not normally a breakfast person, but I should eat breakfast because… well… it’s the most important meal of the day.”
She had to laugh a little at that, then she shrugged.
“We can do breakfast.”
[Michael Powers] “Okay, great,” he says, and looks from one woman to the other. “Feel free to drop by any time. I mean it.” He holds each of their gazes, and then nods, affirming his words. “And – let Evan know I’d like a chance to catch up with him, too. The rest of your pack, actually,” he says to Joss. “Looks like we’re going to be neighbors, or at least something like it.”
Michael takes a step back, his smile flickering on his face, and then he half turns to leave. “I’ll be seeing you guys around. Take care.”
[Joss Lehrer] She nods in return, as he takes a step back to go. “I’m sure we’ll see each other again soon. Take care, Michael, and call if you need anything.” And that, of course, could mean by phone or by spirit or by any number of ways Theurge’s are fond of using to get hold of one another.
She slides her phone back into her pocket, and bounces a little on the balls of her feet, just expending energy that coils around her all the time.
[Lonna Larson] She gave him a little wave, and then?… well.. Then the bus started to come up. The blonde stopped, she paused, and she looked at Joss for a moment.
“Should I wait for the next one?”
[Joss Lehrer] She smiles at Lonna, and lifts a shoulder in a shrug. “That’s up to you. I won’t keep you.”
Easy enough.
[Michael Powers] And as quietly as he came, the young Theurge begins to limp back down the street. Except, perhaps, there’s a little more energy to his stride.
[Michael Powers] (Thanks for the scene, guys. Much appreciated!)
[Lonna Larson] “Hey, I’m kind of Evan’s problem now,” she said as she started to get on the bus. The blonde waited int he doorway for a moment and talked to Joss. Much to the chagrin of the bus driver. “Guess I’ll be seeing more of you?”
[Joss Lehrer] (ditto!)
She laughs at that and nods. “Most likely – one of my favorite pass-times is picking on Evan. Have a good evening, Lonna. Feel free to call if you need anything.”
[Lonna Larson] “You’ll be hearing from me, then!” she said with a laugh.
At that? The blonde got onto the bus and headed to the middle.
[Joss Lehrer] She laughs and waves, and then turns back the way she came, to join Evan on his patrols before dinner.