[Edwin Morr] ((Dex + Stealth + Fox))
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 4, 5, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Edwin Morr] ((Wonderful))
The weather was what most would consider terrible, rain steadily pouring down, the wind whipping between buildings and down streets in cold torrents…
Overhead, an old Moon died… While a newer one was born. And in this time, where the Moon overhead waned to darkness, and a steady pouring rain came down, one kin to both the black unlit sky and the pouring rain stands quietly in the shadows of an alleyway. Wrapped in darkness as though a warm blanket…
It dripped in a steady stream from the bill of the navy baseball cap, while eyes that were maybe blue, or possibly gray, or even green in the scant light watched the diminished stream of humanity wander past.
[Joss Lehrer] It’s raining, steadily, and she doesn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, she’s dressed as always, her skirts clinging damply to her thighs as she walks, her sweater a sodden second skin, her dreads dripping water down her back, frayed edges clinging to her cheeks before she brushes them away. She should be cold, and she is a little chilled, but not too badly. She is Fenrir, she is from Storm Hammer, this is nothing.
Just. Wet.
And she’s smiling – still. As always. Her hands are tucked into the pockets of her skirt, her bag at her hip, and she wanders down the street as if she hasn’t a care in the world – and perhaps, despite the presence lurking in the alleyway, she doesn’t.
[Edwin Morr] The presence in the alleyway doesn’t really move, save for his eyes… Though his lips do spread into that lopsided grin while he communes with his pantheon silently.
The eyes turn to Joss, and Edwin recalls their prior not-quite meeting for a few moments…
Before speaking quietly…
“Evenin’, ma’am…”
[Joss Lehrer] Aaaaaaaand, the presence in the alleyway speaks, and she stops. If it startles her, she doens’t really show it – he’s talking quietly, and it’s the city, and really the most shocking moment is that he calls her ma’am – and she’s all of 18 years old. If that.
She turns to the alley, though, and while she doesn’t quite enter – because that would be stupid and one doesn’t make Fostern at 17 by being stupid – she does search for Edwin in the shadows.
“Evenin….” she doesn’t tack a name on the end – not quite yet, even if the voice seems familiar.
[Edwin Morr] Edwin just sits quietly in the darkness, watching quietly. As though he were content to let Joss speak next.
Or perhaps, he had nothing of merit to say…
[Joss Lehrer] She shakes her head, and chuckles. “What, nothing to say now?” A beat.
“Edwin, isn’t it? The one that got a street beat down just a couple nights ago?”
[Edwin Morr] “Well, cain’t see’s I had much ta say dat night either…”
Edwin remains stock still in the darkness, though his mouth does move as he speaks.
“Still, yer buddy was th’one spoilin’ fer combat… I jes’ happened ta be ‘is target.”
[Joss Lehrer] “Umhm.” She pauses, moves to the building’s corner, and leans a shoulder against the brick, taking a bit of shelter from the rain.
“So, you didn’t expect to get a fight when you deliberately sneak up on someone like that? Especially someone like Andrew?”
[Edwin Morr] “Well, seein’s how he’n I’ve fought t’gether before, I di’n’t reckon ‘im ta throw down afore seein’ who he’s throwin’ down on…
‘Sides… Ain’t my fault he di’n’t pay better attention. An’ my sort ain’t big fer wearin’ bells, e’sactly.”
Edwin grins wryly, and then sighs…
“If’n I’d wanted uh fight, I sure’s Hell wouldn’a warned ‘im I’s dere first.
Andrew’r no… We both know he’s th’one whut done wrong here…”
[Joss Lehrer] She chuckles softly, her smile still in place – where it wasn’t when she spoke to Andrew immediately following the event. In fact, she was damn pissed off – and when this Godi stops smiling?
Yeah.
“As Fenrir – I’d say you deserved the beat down, because well, I’m a daughter of Fenris. However, I’d also pull back as soon as I recognized you, as I have the control Andrew lacked. Trust me, Edwin, Andrew and I had a great many more words than he appreciated about the incident.”
A beat, and then another soft chuckle. “You should learn to duck faster.”
[Edwin Morr] “Well, all thangs bein’ equal… I reckon I might jes’ play m’hand uh might differ’nt iffen dere’s a next time.”
And at this Edwin does grin, that sly lopsided grin… Under the light of the dying moon, the waning Lord’s humor seemed almost macabre.
Then, Edwin seems to consider for a moment before answering.
“Still, I reckon ya got uh point…”
And at this Edwin chuckles… As though the concept of him being beaten was funny in some wry fashion…
[Joss Lehrer] “Probably a good idea.”
She lifts a hand and pushes her dreads back, pushing them over her shoulder to fall down her back. “I do tend to have good points now and again.” She pushes to stand from her lean, starts to continue her walk, then stops.
And tips her head, a thought having occurred to her. “You know, I was going to ask that you don’t have a repeat performance. However, often the best way to learn patience and control is to have such situations occur more than once. So – you feel like risking another beat down, and want to sneak up behind Andrew again? Go for it. Maybe he’ll learn something from it this time.”
[Edwin Morr] Edwin chuckles darkly.
“If’n he’n I have us another go ‘roun’, thangs’ll go uh might differ’nt…”
Then, Edwin considers…
“Dat said… If’n dat happens, I’d be mighty obliged if’n y’all saw it as uh he’n me pro’lem… An’ not nuthin’ ‘gainst yer pack.
I got plen’y ‘nough en’mies ‘thout makin’ some jes’ ta make ’em.”
He stands stock still, only his eyes and mouth moving… His voice a mid-range drawl in the darkness, a mid-range drawl that save for the accent, could be as easily forgotten as the rest of him.
[Joss Lehrer] She grins over at him, her brow raising slightly. “Andrew’s perspective. He ain’t Eagle yet. Seems t’me that might change things a bit.”
A pause, and she shakes a finger at him. “Just don’t go sneaking up on me. I’m Godi. My brawling style might surprise you. It often has long reaching consequences – just ask my packmate about his brief possession of a Pink Sparkly hairdo….”
[Edwin Morr] Edwin chuckles for a bit, and then outright begins to laugh… His shoulders bouncing in the darkness as he does so, the motion perhaps giving away his position.
After a few moments, when he gets control of himself again, he shakes his head and speaks.
“Fair ‘nough… Jes’ keep yer eyes peeled, if’n ya would.
I ruther doubt pink hair’n sparkles’d match m’fair complexion… An’ uh doo like dat b’accident’s uh might funny thang ta go e’splainin’.”
[Joss Lehrer] He begins to laugh, and mirth dances deep in her blue eyes as she grins at him. She’s inventive, that’s for sure – and her packmates have learned…
Stay. out. of. her. attic.
Of course, she’s PRETTY sure Evan’s gonna get her back for that one, and she’s just waiting for the day. At least he’s taking the time to think of something amazing – and she takes as well as she gives.
“I will. G’night, Edwin.” And with that, she finally turns to continue her walk back toward Eagle Territory.
[Edwin Morr] “Be seein’ ya…”
And with that, Edwin returns to his silent communion with the darkness, with the crying skies, with the dying of the Moon.
With the approach of his time… The moonless black sky.
[Joss Lehrer] (an thassawrap! :) Thanks!)