[Edwin Morr] [Init + 7]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10
[Andrew] He whirls. Hackles raising in a ferocious roar in his ears as someone who wasn’t there a moment ago, no foot steps, no sound, no warning, appears out of seemingly thin air behind them. His instincts snap into action and his fists start flying. Some part of him notes that Lonna has gone down, but that only drives him further. Whipping round and blasting into a series of attacks on whoever it was that snuck up on them.
[Andrew] [Split Attacks, Punch Punch. 2 Rage. Punch. Punch.]
[Edwin Morr] [Split attack: Punch, Punch.
Rage 1: Punch
Rage 2: Punch]
[Andrew] ((Your action, go ahead.))
[Edwin Morr] ((Split 1/2: Punch
Dex + Brawl – 2 (split 1), diff = 6, rerolls 10’s))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 5, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Edwin Morr] ((Crap, that’s too many dice. Lemme reroll))
[Edwin Morr] ((Split 1/2: Punch))
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 6, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Edwin Morr] ((Split 1/2: Punch
Damage))
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 4, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Andrew] [Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Edwin Morr] ((Split 2/2: Punch
Dex + Brawl -3(split 2), diff = 6, rerolls 10s))
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 5, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Edwin Morr] ((Split 2/2: Damage
Strength + 1 (extra suxx), diff = 6))
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Andrew] [Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Andrew] [Reflexive WP resist pain. 2 punches incoming. -2 split. ]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Andrew] [Damage punch 1]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 3, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Edwin Morr] ((Soak))
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Andrew] [Punch 2, -3 split]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Andrew] [Damage Punch 2]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 4, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Edwin Morr] ((Soak))
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 3, 5 (Failure at target 6)
[Andrew] ((Your Rage action, sir.))
[Edwin Morr] ((Rage 1: Punch
Dex + Brawl – 1(Hl), diff = 6, Rerolls 10s))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 6, 6, 6, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6) Re-rolls: 2
[Edwin Morr] ((Rage 1: Damage
Strength + 4 (extra suxx)), diff = 6))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 4, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Andrew] [Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Andrew] [Rage Punch 1]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Andrew] [Rage Punch Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Edwin Morr] ((Soak
Hail Kahseeno))
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 3, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Andrew] [This fight, Edwin 5B, Andrew 4B, right? If so, Rage Punch 2!]
[Edwin Morr] ((Rage 2: Punch
Dex + Brawl – 2(hl) [wp], diff = 6, rerolls 10s
Hail Kahseeno))
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 6, 7, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6) [WP] Re-rolls: 1
[Edwin Morr] ((Rage 2: Damage
Strength + 5 (extra successes), diff = 6
Hail Kahseeno))
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 7, 9, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Andrew] ((You took the Dice Penalties for damage into consideration?))
[Andrew] ((Just for future ref))
[Edwin Morr] ((Yes.))
[Edwin Morr] ((Not on damage, no.))
[Andrew] [Rage Punch 2!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 5, 5, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Andrew] [Rage Punch 2 Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Edwin Morr] ((Soak))
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 6, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Andrew] ((Brief round for saying shit? Then on to next round declares? Or just declare?))
[Edwin Morr] ((If Andrew wants to keep fighting, we can move onto declares. If he’s stopping, we don’t need to.))
[Andrew] ((He’s gonna keep slugging away. SO!))
[Andrew] [Split 3, Punch punch punch. Rage 1 Punch.]
[Lonna Larson] (can you guys hold off on rolling so Joss can post in?))
[Andrew] ((Sure!)0
[Joss Lehrer] The BEST coffee place isn’t on Eagle territory at all. No, it’s actually on La Familia territory, and though she has their permission to visit any time, tonight she’s settled for the SECOND best coffee place, that’s somewhere in between, one that’s open all night long. Conveniently, it’s near where a brawl has just broken out.
One that involves a potential packmate.
Bright blue eyes take in the scene as she moves in that direction, blowing on her coffee to cool it as she moves. She’s not sure exactly what’s going on or why they’re throwing punches – and to be honest, she’s more concerned for the sprawled form of the woman on the ground nearby. Garou brawl. Its what they do for fun. They’re not doing anything TOO stupid, aside from moving faster than any passers-by might be able to see.
Still, she doesn’t step any faster, her pace sedate, her skirts swishing about her calves with every movement as she watches them. Calm and cool, today. That’s Joss.
[Joss Lehrer] (thanks! :) )
[Edwin Morr] ((Split: Punch/Punch
R1: Punch
R2: Punch))
[Andrew] [Start of round totals. Edwin 5B. Andrew heals one, now to 3B.]
[Edwin Morr] ((*blink* How did Andrew heal 1?))
[Andrew] ((He’s lupus, not in his breed form. ;) ))
[Andrew] ((Your punches, sir.))
[Edwin Morr] ((Split 1/2: Punch
Dex + Brawl – 2(split) – 2(hl), diff = 6, rerolls 10s
Hail Kahseeno))
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 5, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Edwin Morr] ((Split 1/2: Damage
Strength, diff = 6))
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 4, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Andrew] [Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 4, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Edwin Morr] Split 2/2: Punch
Dex + Brawl – 2 (hl) – 3(split), diff = 6, rerolls 10s [wp]))
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 5, 5, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP] Re-rolls: 1
[Edwin Morr] ((Split 2/2: Damage
Strength + 1 (extra suxx), diff = 6))
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Andrew] [Soak! FFS]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 8, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Andrew] [Edwin 5B. Andrew 4B. Punches incoming!]
[Andrew] [Punch 1 -3 split]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 5, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Andrew] [Punch 1 Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 5, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Edwin Morr] ((Soak))
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Andrew] [Punch 2, -4 split]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 8 (Failure at target 6)
[Andrew] [Ugh. KAHSEENO! Punch 3, -5 split]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Andrew] [Punch 3 Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 5, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Edwin Morr] ((Soak))
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 3, 5 (Failure at target 6)
[Andrew] [Edwin 7B, Andrew 4B. Rage Punch sir!]
[Edwin Morr] ((*ponder* What’s the dice penalty for 7B?))
[Lonna Larson] (I think that puts you at incap, I think!)
[Andrew] ((So incap. And we move on? Andrew’s gonna finish that punch on his way down and stop, I believe.))
[Andrew] [Rage 1 Punch on the way down!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Andrew] [Rage 1 Punch Damage down!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Andrew] Lonna laid on the ground. Freezing her butt off and kissing the pavement. He should be proud that this time it wasn’t him that made her feint. Poor porcelain doll. Fists fly. Mostly body shots back and forth. The two men bruising each other up as they exchange blows. Over time the other man takes the worst of it and he eventually staggers and falls with Andrew’s fist chasing him on the way down.
Andrew follows him down. Pouncing on the man as he falls. Grabbing the man’s shirt, lifting up a bit, and bringing his fist back. Ready to beat him to a pulp as Joss walks up.
[Joss Lehrer] They pause only briefly, and the fury of blows begin again. Joss watches only absently, as she moves right past them as Edwin falls, with a sigh, and sinks to check on the kinfolk sprawled beautifully on the cement. Her fingers are warm as they press lightly against Lonna’s neck, her pulse fluttering under gentle fingertips. She rests her hand on Lonna’s shoulder, checking over her quickly, to see of there is any actual damage. Seeing none, she takes a sip of her coffee, her fingers remaining lightly on the shoulder of the kinfolk, so that the first sign of movement she can return her attention to her.
And arches a brow toward Andrew, from her crouch, and rests her cup of coffee on her knee. “Do you always punch a man on the way down?”
[Andrew] He pauses. His fist hovering over the man’s face. Ready to sink down and continue beating on him. He finally gets a look at the man that jumped him. The pause lengthens. He might actually be Garou. He wasn’t picking up the sense of Rage from the man, but there was a look about him. He was definitely Garou.
So he takes a moment to look over at Joss. Tilting his head. “Always. Just because they fall doesn’t mean they’re done. Never waiver. Never stop till they’re done.”
[Edwin Morr] ((*blink* Edwin didn’t jump Andrew. All he did was speak.))
[Lonna Larson] She wasn’t injured. She wasn’t marked, save for where she hit the back of her head on the pavement. No blood, just a bump and a headache. Lonna wasn’t anything except a little cold to the touch. She was rolled over a little, not quite even rolled over. Just just enough that it did start to make her stir. the blonde made a slightly unhappy sound, surprised that this had happened at all. She sat up some after a moment. The blonde was lightheaded-
“What just-”
Just enough time to come back into focus and get back into reality. The Child of Gaia noticed bruises and a feeling of general tension. Her eyes widened and she gasped “-Jesus, Edwin!”
Obviously, she knew him, and was concerned. More than concerned, that was for sure.
[Gina McClaren] *Jingling from down the street. There are two places in Chicago that make a good Mocha. One belonged, by happenstance of location, To Boy and his pack.. The other skirted Decker’s territory. Happy feet had led her to the latter. She’s warming her hands on a large cup of chocolate coffee deliciousness.. when the tail end of a commotion a ways away draws her eye. Gina moves closer, pace picking up as she notes familiar forms. The beverage dropped as she breaks into a bouncing trot.*
Jaysus… Lonna?! Ed-Andrew?!
[Joss Lehrer] “Even when they are sept members?” That brow quirks upwards just a touch further. “While your kinswoman lays on the ground nearby?”
She lifts her coffee cup up, takes a slow careful slip, and turns to watch Lonna as she wakes, and calls for Edwin. Joss stands then, and steps back, her attention once more on Andrew. “What did he do to elicit a beatdown?”
She is Fenrir. She’s administered her fair share of beatdowns, too.
[Andrew] He blinks and sits up. Straddling the unconscious form on the ground. Looking from it, to Joss. Then down the street to the bangled and jingling Gina as she comes running up. He doesn’t get up just yet, but, well, he’s not punching the guy anymore. He raises a brow at Joss.
“Didn’t see who it was. Someone snuck up on us. Said something. Lonna hit the ground. I fought. He fought back.” And he rolls his big shoulders in a shrug.
[Lonna Larson] The blonde sat up and went to go check on the rather unconscious Shadow Lord. Hand on his arm, trailing up to his chest and seeming very, very intent and very, very concerned. The blonde inhaled sharply, and for the time being se seemed very… very intent.
[Lonna Larson] (don’t mind me…(
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 7) [WP]
[Gina McClaren] *The curvy caramel kin slows, face soft with concern as she moves to Lonna, disapproving gaze on Andrew and Edwin. Joss gets a flinched smile. Gina had seen her at the Bonfire, and recognized her as Decker’s brood. Dark hands find Lonna’s shoulder.*
Darlin… ee could wake up fightin, carefy now..
*Dark eyes rest hard on Andrew.*
Peaches. Gie aft a folk… aye?
[Joss Lehrer] “You didn’t recognize him while you were beating him? Are you so unable to control your rage that you cannot see what you are beating? Get off him.”
A beat. “What did he say? Or was it simply that he snuck up on you?”
She is firmly in the Teacher Roll. They may share an auspice, a rank, but when it comes to the Eagles, he is a perspective, as well as her being his Elder in matters of Auspice as well. For all her youth, her experience far outweighs his in matters dealing with humans.
[Lonna Larson] (aaaand gonna keep trying, don’t pay attention)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 3, 3, 6, 9 (Success x 1 at target 7) [WP]
[Andrew] He looks between Gina and Joss. Shrugs again and continues sitting on the man’s chest. Because if he comes up swinging, he’s sure as fuck not going to hit Lonna. Andrew’s gonna make sure he hits Andrew and no one else at the moment. Not that the guy would likely try to hit anyone but Andrew.
A little snarl enters his words as he lowers his eyebrows, becoming more of a glare at Joss. “You stop to check if they’re a mugger or a fomor? They sneak up on you, a kin goes down, you beat them.” He glares down at the Garou for a moment. “Garou, human, fomor, other thing. Whatever. Reactions keep you alive.”
[Joss Lehrer] Deadly calm. There is no smile. “That was an order, Andrew.”
[Gina McClaren] *Gina’s frowning, eyeing Andrew in confusion.*
Peaches. Thes es Edwin. ee’s a friend o both Lonna’s an mine.. Ye can rest assure ee’s nae gintae harm us…
Ee’s jes a bit o a sneaky cheeky fooker, es aul. Ets fine.. truly.
*Her voice gently coaxing, soft and pleasant, and damnably easy to listen to.*
[charisma + Empathy.]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 5, 5, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 5) Re-rolls: 2
[Lonna Larson] There was quiet focus there, and she is a docile sort of creature. Either too trusting or too aware of the way that the world worked. she spoke quietly, and gave the ragabash a little shake.
“Wake up, Morris.”
Followed by a small, yet surprisingly tired smile. She was much more alert a few moments ago.
(don’t look)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 2 at target 7) [WP]
[Andrew] He looks down at the fallen Shadow Lord. Tilts his head. Shrugs and stands up. Locking eyes with Joss just a little too long before he looks back between the two women crouched around the man as he stands up. Lifts each knee and looks at them to make sure they’re not torn. Tilts his head back and rolls his neck to pop a few joints. Flexes his fingers again, knuckles popping and crackling. Blood crusted on them already from where he’d split them punching the man, and they’ve already healed over.
[Edwin Morr] ((And this because I have to go to bed soon.))
Whether it was because whatever mojo Lonna was using didn’t work, or because of some other unseen reason, Morris didn’t wake up…
His body lie still, quiet…
At some point, or another, the kin would find themselves all looking at Andrew, or Joss… Andrew and Joss would be likewise distracted…
And when they looked back, Edwin’s form would be gone.
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 5, 5, 6, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Gina McClaren] *Morris.. that gets a soft smile, Gina combing her fingers through Lonna’s hair soothingly. She looks back to at Edwin and his disappearing act gets a jolt of shock.*
.. .. Och.. well. Tauld ye ee was a sneaky bugger..
*The pretty pikey looks down to Lonna with obvious concern.*
Hows yer noggin, bonnie lass?
[Joss Lehrer] She doesn’t look away from his gaze. He holds it a little too long, and she does. not. stand down. The kinfolk are ignored at this point, as is the fallen shadowlord. He’s not dying, he can be dealt with momentarily.
She steps right up into Andrew’s personal space, her voice low, tight. And she’s still not smiling. “I am Eagle. You are perspective Eagle. I am also you’re Auspice Elder. If you EVER hesitate to stand down when I tell you too again, you will find my fist down your throat. Are we clear?”
Her forehead starts to itch, viciously. She ignores it. She will not back down on this. “You did not answer my question. What did he say, and why – when you recognized a member of this sept did you not step back, reaccess, instead of beating him once he was already down? Where is your control, Andrew and how concerned as a prospective packmember do I need to be about this lack?”
Itchitchitchitchitch…
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 9, 9 (Failure at target 8)
[Lonna Larson] She looks at Gina and starts to get up. She’s a little less easy on her feet than she had been before. She held her ribs rather protectively and started to get herself up. She did take whatever help Gina offered and gave her a small smile in return. Half a grin, half a grimace.
“I think I hit something on the way down,” she tells her.
Odd, because when Joss looked at her earlier, she seemed fine.
[Gina McClaren] Och.. aye darlin.. Come.. Wha happened? *She’s only five feet, but she’s 5 feet of soft assistance, tucking an arm round Lonna and helping support her. She snerks and shakes her head. A cheeky smile, all sunshine up to Lonna as the pikey attempts some levity.*
Have tae watch fallin fer shadowlords darlin.. Folks gie hurt.
[Andrew] He stands where he is. Staring down at the smaller Joss with his brows furrowed. Irritated at all this jumping on him that has occurred. More human stupidity and assumptions. Believing they know all there is to a situation when they’ve happened upon it. Bossing their way around. He supposes that’s a Garou thing too though. As much as a human one. He looks back at her.
“Stick a fist down my throat, You’ll lose it.” Growled. “And I haven’t seen this man speak at moots. Don’t know him. My control is evident if you stop and think before you start demanding. Thinking you know everything.” His voice a snarl. “I did not take war form. I did not maim him. He’s fine. And he put a kin into a faint with his stupid tricks.” Throwing an arm out to the side, in some general direction Edwin might have been. His voice rising. “Preach to him.”
[Joss Lehrer] itchitchitchitchitchitchitch
“I plan on it.” She’s still in his personal space – but her breath quickens, her shoulders tense, and suddenly there’s the feeling that he? Is not the center of her focus anymore. “Next time I tell you to get off someone, get the hell of….f……”
there. there she is, little and laughing and skipping and
She suddenly whips her head to the side, the way one does when trying to catch something seen barely nudging into the peripheral vision, at the corner of her eye. Her dreds go flying, the little beads and feathers swooshing up, then smacking against her face, her shoulders, even Andrew as she looks.
nothing’s there. nothing’sthere. nothingstherenothingsthe
Instead she see’s Lonna. Lonna’s hurt. Lonna wasn’t hurt before. “Come here.”
itchitchitchitchitchitchitch
She steps away from Andrew, her hand finding and resting on Lonna’s side, as she concentrates, briefly, even as she searches.
itchitchitchitchitchitchitch
(mother’s touch – spending WP to focus enough, while she’s searching for her illusion..)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 5, 6, 6 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]
[Lonna Larson] She was told to come over there and, as that she was not a pillar of willpower, nor was she a particularly non compliant creature. This was Evan’s packmate, and even if he wasn’t her warder at the moment, it didn’t mean that he wouldn’t be her warder again at the end of the month. The blonde looked at Joss, her brows knit and obvious concern started to flicker across her features.
“… are you alright?”
[Gina McClaren] *Joss was beckoning for Lonna, and So Gina made to help her in that direction. She doesn’t know the dynamic between Joss and Andrew, but all this talking of fists and throats is making her nervous. She’s thinking soft creatures like herself and Lonna need to be elsewhere, quick. She’s jingling as she moves towards the dreadlocked woman, head tilting as something seems a little.. off.*
Aye Peaches… wha’s yer matter?
[Andrew] He grunted. Glaring at Joss. Until she whips around and smacks him across the face with dreads. He takes a step back and growls. Fucking little whelp. Barely his age when he changed. Fuck’s she playing at. And then she’s moved on and is healing Lonna. He grunts. He’s got shit he was supposed to do tonight. He stalks back over to the sidewalk where things had gone bad. He squats down and picks up an army surplus canteen and the thin twig he’d brought for a cleansing. Glad to see the twig wasn’t broken.
[Joss Lehrer] itchitchitchitchitchitchitch
She rubs her forehead vigorously, as if there is a mark there she cannot get rid of, an itch she cannot scratch. She blinks at Lonna. “M’fine. You ‘n me should talk sometime.. about your little trick there…” It’s absent though as…
there. there she is. skipping and laughing and beckoning and threatening and taunting she’s righ…
“There – did you see her?” She whips her head around again – dodge the flying dreads – and she disappears from sight again. Joss growls in frustration. “That little bitch.”
itchitchitchitchitchitchitch
[Lonna Larson] She cocks her head to the side and regarded Joss curiously. The girl with the dreadlocks and the piercings and the intense gaze and Fenrir breeding is looking for… someone. Her, whoever that is. The little bitch, and the confusion seemed to spread across too-pretty features.
“I… didn’t… see anything, miss.”
[Gina McClaren] Ah’m saerry loves.. ah dinnae… *The sultry strider kin’s gaze follows the path of Joss’s own, her lips tugging into a worried frown as she sees nothing and no one. She chews on her lip and shifts her attention to Andrew, calling out to him as she supports Lonna.*
Andrew sweet loves? Ye aulrecht?
[Joss Lehrer] (come on, gimme something here!)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 5, 10 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Andrew] He stands slowly. Fingers twitching, tightening around the twig. Around the little army surplus canteen. He tucks them back into two pockets on his cargo pants. Blinking slowly and turning back to look at Gina. His eyes cold, set. He’s in control, but more than that, he’s angry and pushing it back. His voice growls out, “I’m fine.”
[Joss Lehrer] They don’t see anything. That forces her gaze back to Lonna, to Gina. She blinks, and takes a breath, closing her eyes as she pulls air deep into her lungs, and lets it go again. She counts to 10, backwards. Twice.
Finally she opens her eyes and nods, slightly. “Sorry, I must have been.. well… seeing things. Been having these.. drea… never mind.” She takes another breath, centering herself, readysteadygo.
[Lonna Larson] She looked at Joss, and the blonde was a little off-centered, a little tired. Her mind was wandering and, for now, the compilation of her will feeling drained and her general anxiety from earlier, the Child of Gaia seemed… tired. moreso than she had earlier.
“From what I’ve heard… that… that happens… a lot,” she tried to be somewhat supportive, but it didn’t quite work.
[Gina McClaren] Peaches…
*Gina lullabies plaintively, compact little woman’s arms occupied with a wounded bombshell, though she’d quite like to go sooth Andrew’s temper. Eyes soft with friendly affection. Joss starts talking about having bad dreams and that draws her attention in an instant, earning Joss a severe frown. Brown eyes cast about for this “little bitch”, though she knows there’s nothing to be seen here. Look as you might, they lurk in the peripheral, waiting. Gina shudders, turning to Lonna*
Mayhaps we’d best meander home loves… Ah’ve a girly sort movie, effen ye’ve a mind tae come eat an’ rest oop?
[Lonna Larson] She looks back at Gina and nods a little. they’re going home. yes. Home. Good idea. She is a compliant little lamb, now isn’t she?
“That sounds great, I would really, really like that Gina.”
[Andrew] He looks back at Gina a moment. She might want to sooth his pain but he’s got something to do. And he’d wanted to talk to Lonna, but that was derailed. Now he’s frustrated and he’s been yelled at. He’s pissed, and he’s doing what he always does. Bottles it up. Walks away.
He turns on his heels and stalks off. Turning down one of the driveways into an apartment complex at a brisk business like pace.
[Joss Lehrer] She belatedly remembers her coffee in hand – thank goodness for the lid, she managed not to spill any when she saw… whatever it was. Andrew stalk away, and she rolls her eyes, before smiling at Gina and Lonna. “You two be safe going home.”
And she turns, and heads back toward Eagle Territory – and the patrols she needs to run.
[Gina McClaren] Wolf! Dinna- *Aaaand He’s gone. Gina sighs as Andrew’s retreating form ducks out of sight. A cluck of her tongue as she smooths Lonna’s hair idly. Joss gets a nod, and a warm tired smile.* Darlin… Reckon nice enough tae meet ye again.. We’ll be safe as houses.
*And with that she turns her full attention to Lonna, and getting the pretty woman back to bronzeville.*
Come darlin.. Jes as far as the main road, an we’ll cab et frem there..aye?
[Lonna Larson] (I gotta crash, loves!)
[Andrew] ((thanks for playing all. sleep tight!))
[Gina McClaren] (meee tooo! They get home and eat food and Gina sets up the guest room! WOO! G’night chicagoooo!))
[Joss Lehrer] ((Night!)0