[Joss Lehrer] Gaia’s Breath talen: Rolling gnosis to activate diff 5
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 5, 6, 7 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Joss Lehrer] Healing: Roll 4 diff 8 for agg.
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 5 (Failure at target 8)
[Joss Lehrer] Dammit. Last one: Gnosis to activate
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Joss Lehrer] Healing: 4 d 8
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Joss Lehrer] (bloody hell… remains at 3 agg.)
[Joss Lehrer] The packhouse is as it’s always been, a corner hole in the wall office. Different today, though – despite the chill in the air, is that at the side of the building is parked on way hippie like van. The doors are all open, and water flows as Joss sprays out the back of the van. It’s not upholstered or carpeted for just this purpose, and the water is tinted red as it flows toward the drain.
She’s barefoot – even in this cold – but otherwise is dressed as she always is, skirts and sweater with the sleeves pushed up, her hands soapy from the scrub down she’s given the van. There’s the bulk of bandages around her torso, and the scent of blood, but it doesn’t stop her working, her doing what needs to be done.
Or dancing.
Her earphones are in her ears, the music loud enough to be heard as she moves, and dances with the hose, singing along at times.
“I bust the windows out ya car… and no it didn’t mend my broken heart…
I’ll probably always have these scars… and no I don’t care about that part…”
Godi’s are weird.
[John Thornton] In the darkness of night, where no glimmer of moon shone down from on high, a panther prowled the streets of Cabrini. The sleek black form, with its glistening coat of polished black paint, purred steadily along the debris strewn roadways, past dealers and users, predators and prey, indigent and unsalvageable alike. It turns down the street where the Eagles pack house sits, headlamps gleaming brightly, the brake lights shining like the eyes of some demonic nightmare beast…
The car slows as it approaches the pack house, stopping at the curb across the street, a short distance away.
The purring grows silent, the headlamps dim… The panther sleeps, ticking quietly as the engine cools. After a few moments, a man steps from the dark Crown Victoria, a man with dark sockets, a disheveled brown mop of hair, a long black trench coat, and hazel eyes made gray in the darkness.
His steady footsteps approach the pack house without hesitation, as the hazel eyes steadily wander the street…
As though looking for something.
Anything.
Whatever thing might draw their interest.
[Evan McCollach] It was a distinct sound, a sound that many garou knew all too well. The sound of the physical realm giving way to that of the gauntlet coughing outward whatever form has the fortitude to press out.
With a few more moments, Evan seems to push out from the darkness of the doorway to the packhouse, his eyes falling on his packmate as she seemed to dance and sing to the car that she is caring for. His eyes moving over the hippie van as he starts down the pathway. His hand tucked into the folds of his coat as the weather was starting to show the potential of what the new season was to bring.
“Joss… your van is just as weird as you are.”
Not sure if she heard him or not.
[Moira Murray] Leather boots, a different pair than the ones from Sunday (which now sit bloody and abandoned in a trashbag), eat up pavement. Each step rings out in a heavy staccato as it brings the black-haired kin closer and closer to her destination. Her arms drawn tight against her body, wrapped around her stomach to keep the navy blue pea coat closed. It keeps the chill in the air that tears through her hair and clothes off her skin.
She paused briefly on the sidewalk, watching headlights cut across the buildings near the pack house as a Crown Victoria pulls up. She stood there, head turning to stare at it passing by to park and the brake lights flashing brightly for a second. The engine dies to a dull purr.
Moira fixed her eyes on the man that emerges from the car, uncertain it was John at first until she saw his profile when he turns in her direction before heading into the pack house. She starts up again, heading towards him and the place of the Eagles.
[Joss Lehrer] He’ll hear her before he sees her – still singing along, completely unaware of the volume of her own voice (which, for the record, isn’t that bad, all told) because her (pink!) ipod volume is too loud. It doesn’t take much to see the van – even in the dark it’s psychedelic paint job nearly glows under the meager light of the outside light on the building.
There’s also a little police car – a toy, with lights and sirens – that is running around in the puddles, skidding and gleefully seeming to run on it’s own power, zooming between her feet, and around the wheels of the Van, having a grand old time.
“…you’ll never know how I felt that day… until it happens you can know my pain…
…i’m sorry, you deserved it….”
Evan appears, and there’s that tug of familiarity, of a pack member near, and she lifts a hand to pull one of the ear buds free, just in time to hear his comment. She chuckles softly, and thumbs pause on her ipod, before dropping it back into her pocket.
“Thanks, I think.”
Then to the little car as it darts toward the front of the path, warning her of visitors, lights and sirens blaring before dashing back to hide behind her feet. “Hush now. I see.” It makes a little beep, and falls quiet and still once more.
[Joss Lehrer] (Picking up my kid from around the corner – should be back bout the time it’s time for me to post again. :) )
to Evan McCollach, John Thornton, Moira Murray
[Joss Lehrer] (back()
[John Thornton] John continues to approach, his pace seeming to slow without conscious effort, allowing Moira to catch up well before they reach the front door of the pack house. Funny that, the only time he’d turned her direction was when he was coughing slightly, en route…
He smiles that wan not a smile as she nears.
“Good evening, Moira.”
Then, as he continues to approach the pack house, and hears the singing, a curious brow rises upon his forehead. He turns to go in that direction, trench flaring slightly in the wind.
[Moira Murray] Moira catches up to John easily as he turned in her direction briefly. He offers her that smile of his – the one that doesn’t quite touch his eyes…
“Good evening, Detective.” She can’t bring herself to smile tonight, she looks exhausted. The hint of shadows highlight under those blue eyes of hers, the corners of her mouth pressed down into a grim line, even the way she moves is stiff; a testament to a rather rough night.
She matches his pace as they continue to the pack house, moving up the walkway as they can hear the Godi singing to her god-awful and brightly colored van. Moira shifts slightly towards the detective, brushing her shoulder against his in brief contact as she paused and listened.
“Joss?”
[Evan McCollach] Maybe it was the time since Moira last seen him, the pressure of taking over as Beta to the Eagles (he would never have thought it the day he first sat outside their territory). Maybe it was the double duty of Sept positions that had seemed to drained the happy-go-lucky nature that he once had.
He had passed that title over to Joss now. She could work the title better than he ever could. He could not even begin to understand how strange this woman was.
But as the little toy police car seemed to whine and warn them about the approach of the visitors, Evan turns towards the pair walking up the pathway. Emerald green eyes watching as they move to the house.
[Joss Lehrer] She hears her name, and laughs softly, as she calls. “Come on back, Moira.”
The little police car squawks his disappointment that there’s not a certain redheaded kin with Moira, and Joss chuckles. “Shhhush now.” and nudges the car with her toe. Then she turns off the hose, and sets it aside, lifting the edge of her skirt to dry her hands off on – though it doesn’t do a lot of good, as she’s likely as wet as the floor of her van. But at least it’s no longer blood covered.
“Well hello, Detective, Moria. How are you this evening?”
She wraps her arms around her torso, possibly to hide the bandages underneath, though she’s been resisiting the pain for a while in order to take care of the last clean up, so does not seem to be in pain… that comes again later.
[John Thornton] John nods as Joss calls him by title, considering the question briefly before answering.
“I’m okay… Though I can’t speak for Ms. Murray.”
John stuffs his hands in his pockets, protecting them from the chill touch of the approaching Winter that rode upon the winds like Icarus this night…
“How are you?”
A curious brow rises at the little police car resting silently by Joss’ foot. The hazel eyes shift to it, then back to her again… Asking the obvious with his eyes alone…
[Moira Murray] Moira breathes out slowly, furrowing her eyebrows forward as warm breath mists in front of her face. She watches it for a moment, before glancing up at John first and then to Joss. She unfolds her arms from around her torso, bringing her hands up in front of her and rubs them together.
“Not even a week back in Chicago and I am already being attacked by Wyrm.” She hisses out in irritation, which causes a slight grimace of pain to play across pretty features.
“My Halloween was decent. The Day of the Dead was atrocious.”
Her eyes cut across the Godi first and then to Evan, sweeping up and down quickly before she offers him a brief upturn of her lips. “Hello again, Evan.”
[Evan McCollach] Evan looked between the theurge and the pair of kinfolk, as if he had missed something. When did she meet Moira, when did she meet John? Was he that busy dealing with Sept business?
“Good evening Miss Murray. It has been quite some time.”
The mention of a wyrm beast seemed to not even turn his head anymore. At one point, he would have been at the ready, looking for injuries to heal. Now it seemed that the wyrm was at their door everyday. They were all walking, without visual impairments. They were fine.
Blame Decker for his more laize faire attitude he migth say.
[Joss Lehrer] She smiles. She always smiles. Despite injury, despite ire, despite the fact that there was another death of a Sept member last night… she smiles.
Sometimes, it’s the only thing that keeps her from crying.
She sees the look toward the police car, and laughs softly. “It’s inhibited by an electrical spirit – I asked for him to help let me know of intruders when I first arrived, however he got attached to a certain Flame-haired kin and decided to stay. He’s taken to following Imogen about everytime she comes over, so I usually keep him in my attic, but well, he’d been cooped up for a while and could use a carwash.”
Moira declares her Day of the Dead to be atrocious, and there’s a quirk of a brow, her dark eyes sliding over Moira’s form, looking for injury. “Happens more and more often. Glad to see you survived.”
[John Thornton] John seems to consider this, the curious brow remaining risen upon his forehead… Spirits… Still something that was difficult to wrap ones mind around.
And not for the first time John is struck by how his life, prior to learning of the garou, used to be so… ordinary.
Which only seems more odd given that ordinary included getting shot at by drug dealers, raiding crack houses, and otherwise putting himself in harm’s way…
John’s untelling deadpan returns as the hazel gaze moves to Evan.
“We haven’t been introduced…”
[Moira Murray] “Survived, yes,” her head moves in a brief nod, continuing to rub her fingers together. She brings them up to cup over her mouth, blowing air on them to help keep them warm.
“I didn’t think it had gotten so bold as it did. I knew it was Halloween weekend, but…” she lets her words die off, resorting to just shaking her head.
The way Evan addresses her brought up an eyebrow in his direction, “Finally pull the stick out of your ass, Evan, or you just playing up the formality these days?”
[Evan McCollach] He could feel the biting cold on his neck as the breeze started up again, but that only invited memories of his old home sept. The past sneaking up on him. He shook them off in time.
“Yes, well I am sure that you and Joss will become great friends Moira.”
He almost smirked, almost. Then his gaze falling back on John.
“Evan McCollach.”
A cold hand offered to the Fernir kin.
[Joss Lehrer] She nods, slightly. “A number of us were attacked in the street last night. A pack of four Spirals.” she rubs her belly, slightly, and sighs. “It resulted in the second death this month. The other was by another pack. They’re getting braver, more in the open. They’re preparing for something – that’s what the Ahroun Elder believes, and I’m inclined to believe her.
She lifts a hand, pushing her dreads back from her face with a sigh – that turns into laughter as Moira teases Evan. “He figures I smile easier than he does – so he no longer has too.”
[John Thornton] John shakes Evan’s hand firmly, while adding his own name.
“John Thornton.”
He seems to consider for a short time, the deadpan unreadable, before speaking again.
His gaze returning to Joss.
“If that is the case, perhaps we would be wise to begin training kinfolk on fighting methods. If our enemies are indeed becoming more brazen, and running is not an option, some training might make a difference…
I’d be willing to teach others what I know of firearms to that end…”
[Evan McCollach] (Ack the better half is summoning me to bed. Sorry that I have to bail so soon)
[Moira Murray] Moira listens in silence as she warmed her hands against her mouth. Her eyes close for a moment, shaking off the shudder that runs through her body.
“Sunday night, Day of the Dead. I was at a club with a Fenrir kin named Drew and a blond girl called Lonna. I felt something wrong… Drew and I saw a gorehoud, Joss, a fucking gorehound in the middle of the dance floor. It was slaughtering people left and right like in a slasher flick. There was a small dwarf with it, holding it at bay on a chain..”
She tilts her head at John when he mentions about arming the kinfolk, clucks her tongue against the roof of her mouth softly. “We lost Lonna in the crowd, found her an hour later cowering behind a dumpster. If it wasn’t for me finding a gun and giving it to Drew to blow their heads off… I don’t know what would have happened.”
[Evan McCollach] There was a heat about Evan that screamed to some that maybe you should not be touching him. He was not even close to the rage the rolled off Decker’s skin, but his rage was potent nonetheless. Moira might even recognize it, stronger than the last time they spoke.
He was growing up.
“Joss I am going to check in with Andrew and see if he is doing well with his patrols, I also need to speak with Evens~The~Odds~rhya on some other matters.”
He pauses a second, listening to Moira’s tale about a gorehound in the middle of a club and those that had seen it. Frowning slightly at one of the other names in particular before his face once again takes on the neutral expression.
“I am glad your okay Moira and its nice to see you again in Chicago. John, a pleasure to meet you.”
With that he turned to the street, moving off to head towards the caern and possibly where Andrew was as well.
[Joss Lehrer] She closes the doors to the van, listening, and then bends to pick up the little police car – who spins his wheels in delight, until she sticks him in her pocket. “Let’s go inside – I’ll make some tea, and I’m sure Randi has something good on the stove. It’s cold.” To them maybe – she doesn’t seem bothered by it herself.
If she has an opinion about finding Drew was in the middle of trouble again, she doesn’t show it. She instead studies the puddle of chilled water around her bare feet as she listens.
Evan takes his leave, and she smiles up at him. “G’night, Evan.” Then she gestures toward the path, and the side door to the packhouse.
“It’s a good idea, John. It seems that most of our kin aren’t the running away type – any edge they can have is a good idea. Especially if it’s from a distance, if they use the time to get away.”
A beat. “The gorehound – who handled cleanup?”
[Evan McCollach] (Thanks for the rp, have a good night everyone)
[John Thornton] ((Night Clark))
[John Thornton] John raises a curious brow again as the little car spins its wheels, nodding at the offer of tea…
He nods in parting as Evan leaves, and again to Joss as she seems to find his idea of merit.
“It just seems all too frequent an occurrence that our enemies catch us unprepared. I mean, when one of their kin is augmented to be a match for garou, they’re at a definite advantage.
And though I’m not advocating twisting us like they do their kin, it wouldn’t hurt to even the gap a little bit.”
[Moira Murray] ((Crap! Forgot it was my post!))
Moira is the last to follow behind John and Joss as they all file into the pack house after Evan has left. She tucks her arms around her chest again, hands pressed against her ribcage as Joss spoke of tea.
She inquires of the cleanup, Moira looks away. “No one dealt with the clean up.”
[Joss Lehrer] She opens the door, and leads them into the kitchen, which opens to a dining room are, and living room beyond. She sets the little car down again inside, and shoos him off. “G’on. Behave or it’s back to the attic with you.” The car spins it’s wheels and takes off, probably to stalk the front door in hopes of seeing Imogen again.
She moves easily through the kitchen, setting the kettle on to boil, and getting ddown cups and tea bags, while gesturing to the table. “Make yourself at home.”
Then Moira says there was no cleanup. She pauses, and looks at Moira, her brows up, her expression puzzled, surprised. “Ok. Was the gorehound killed? or….”
[Moira Murray] Moira clears her throat, standing in the kitchen as she looks around, trying to remember how it used to be and to see if anything has changed in the past two years, she has been there. An emotion gnaws at the pit of her stomach, reflected in her face as she just watches the ghosts of memories swim through the room.
“I wonder if my old room is still here.”
She says absently, shaking her head a little. Moira brings her hands up to her face, running her fingers through her hair to tuck it back behind her ears.
“The gorehound was killed. Drew shot it in the face along with the dwarf when I gave her the gun.”
[Joss Lehrer] She smiles, as she prepares the tea. John’s phone rings, and he steps outside to take it, letting them know moments later that he has to go.
Joss is quiet as she prepares the tea, pouring the water into the cups once it boils, then turn to hand one to Moira, before she hops up to sit on the kitchen counter next to her own. “I’m sure it is. Onlyt thing that’s really change, from what I’ve heard, is that I’ve taken over the attic and everyone’s kinda afraid to be there now.” She grins, mischievously. “They think I’m weird.”
Then, back to the club. “Did Drew call Thomas or Joe? Or did you just leave? I’m not judging, understand, I just need to know what kind of coverup we may need to do to cover any veil breach.”
[Joss Lehrer] (edits post – he stepped out to take the call – but did not say that he had to go. :)
[Joss Lehrer] (welcome back. :) )
[John Thornton] ((Ty))
[John Thornton] John enters the room, folding his phone and replacing it in the inner pocket of the trench coat. He enters to Joss telling Moira others think she’s weird.
He smiles that not a smile as he speaks.
“In fairness to your roommates, you do have a motorized police car that likes red heads…”
[Moira Murray] Moira tucks in her bottom lip, chewing on it. Her head drops down, staring at the linoleum like a child being questioned for doing something bad. Dark lashes falling over her eyes.
“No,” she answers, “Joe nor Thomas were called as far as I know on Drew’s end. I had meant to call John that night, but we got lost in the crowd and by the time I got back to my motel room it was early morning on Monday… I face planted into the pillows and didn’t wake up until today in bloody clothes.”
[Joss Lehrer] She laughs, lightly at John. “and that’s only the weirdest thing you seen so far. Trust me there’s a whole lotta other stuff they base their opinion on.” She doesn’t seem bothered by the belief at all. She is who she is, and that’s all she she can be. Besides, in comparison to the other Eagles, she’s a lot more fun.
She listens to moira, and nods, slightly, turning to hand John his mug of tea, before she pushes her hair back, the dreads falling in heavy disarray down her back. “OK. What was the name of the club? Detective, I’m gonna need you to do some checking, find the reports. If the gorehound was killing people in the center of the floor, it would have had to be – that means missing persons too, and witnesses. There may have been a lot of complaints since that night. I’ll call Imogen, and have her be on the lookout in the Morgue, tough I’m sure if the gorehound or little person arrived, she already knows it. It’s already been two days – we’ll have to move fast to get as much as possible under wraps. Since there were costumes, there might be a way to spin it as an elaberate set up – depending on the witnesses.”
A beat.
“Your costumes – they leave you recognizable?”
[Moira Murray] Moira remembers she had a cup of hot tea in her hands; felt the warmth seep through as she lifts it to her mouth and takes a few swallows. She listens to Joss.
“Drew was wearing greasepaint and a red dress, she had nylons and gloves covered in grey fur to look like a wolf. Lonna was dressed in the typical whorish Red Riding Hood outfit that you typically see at party stores and I was in a black dress and boots with a witch’s hat and my purse.”
She raises the mug to her mouth again, speaking over the lip of the cup, “I managed to distract the dwarf with a fire extinguisher and used the gorehound’s blade on him. It is a wonder I didn’t hurt myself with how bad I can’t fight with weapons.”
[John Thornton] John nods, considering.
“I’ll see what I can do to make the reports disappear. I have some other shopping in that respect to begin with…
The main question is whether it’s in my jurisdiction or not. If it’s a matter beyond my jurisdiction, things become significantly more difficult.
Where specifically did this take place?”
Hazel eyes turn to Moira, hazel eyes that grow somewhat intense… As though the prospect intrigued him.
[Joss Lehrer] She nods, slightly. “You may be difficult to identify then, with the crowd, and costumes. That much is good.”
She turns to John, and then lifts her cup to her lips to take a sip, her feet thudding against the lower cabinets lightly as she does so, and waits for Moira’s answer to John’s questions.
[Moira Murray] Moira moves over to the table, setting her mug down as her hand drops back to a chair and she sinks down into it. Her elbows drop to the tabletop, pressing her fingers against her temples to rub them in small circles as she hunched over the cup.
Her eyes close, thinking back to that night. Trying to remember everything that happened, “It was in the Magnificent Mile, a place called the Skybar.”
Her tongue darts out to wet across her lower lip, throat going dry, “I think the word Sky is spelled with two y’s like the vodka.”
[John Thornton] John seems to consider this for awhile, his brows furrowing in thought. After a short time, he shakes his head.
“I think that’s just outside my area of operations… I’m more or less primarily concerned with the Cabrini Green section of the city.”
John sighs deeply, and runs a weary hand through his thick mop of hair… Leaving no doubt after the action as to why exactly his hair was so seldom straight and combed. Or rather, why it never stayed that way for long.
“I might be able to get jurisdiction over it with some work, but it won’t be something I can do overnight.”
[Joss Lehrer] She nods, slightly. “I’ll put a call into the Guardians, see who they have on the inside as well. There may be another in that area that can do some sweeping.”
Then, to Moira. “We’ll take care of it, Moira. Just, next time? Call me. Right away. Day or night. Losing a couple of days is what makes it the most difficult to cover up.”
[Moira Murray] “I know… I wasn’t thinking. It just happened so suddenly and it has been awhile since I encountered anything like this. I just sort of shut down after that.”
Her head lifts up to look between John and Joss, “I was scared. The dwarf deliberately held the gorehound at bay on the leash, it – ” her voice falters a bit, swallowing a few times to ease the dryness in the throat. “It was specifically looking for us… it wanted to capture me, Lonna and Drew.”
[John Thornton] John nods again, considering.
“Okay. First thing…”
John reaches into the interior pocket of his trench and withdraws a business card. It has one phone number listed upon it.
“This is my business card. The number on it is my cell phone. I have it on my person at all times.
If something like this happens again, call me. Day or night, 24 hours… I’ll be awake. Especially if you can’t reach Joss for some reason, and even if the fighting is already finished.
I can do things for damage control that others can’t.”
Then, handing the card to Moira, John seems to consider again, his brow furrowing.
“Second thing… Do you have a gun? Have you ever shot a gun? If so, what kind of gun…?”
He lets the questions bleed off, as if to suggest anything pertinent to that line of thought was fair game.
[Joss Lehrer] “Pure breed.” The answer seems obvious to her. “They’re searching for kin with purebreed.”
She scrubs her face with her hands briefly, and then listens to John’s questions.
[Moira Murray] Moira picks up the mug in front of her with both hands, bringing it up to her mouth as her head dips down meeting it halfway. She takes a long swallow, eyes slide to the card. A hand pulls away from the cup, stretching out to take the card from him and brings it back to her.
She looks it over, holding it scissored between her index and middle fingers. “I have this card already, you gave it to me the night you bought me coffee in the Mag Mile.”
A ghost of a smile touches at her lips, flashing it at him. She shakes her head a little, “No, Detective, I don’t own a gun, nor do I know how to shoot one. The gun I found last night under the bar was an old chambered pistol that I gave to Drew, who proceeded to put the fomor’s brains all over the dance floor.”
Her shoulders sink forward, “As far as I know, she still has that gun.”
[John Thornton] John nods…
“Well, keep that one too, just in case you lose the first one.”
Then, he rubs his chin, before speaking once again.
“We should fix that. Look over your schedule, tell me what times you have available.
We’ll need 3 one hour blocks throughout the next week to get started on the right foot. We’ll meet at the police shooting range at the address listed on that card.”
[Joss Lehrer] She takes a sip of her tea, her brow furrowed slightly. “I’ll let Evan know about Lonna, and get a hold of Thomas and Joe about Drew. Drew was attacked the week before as well, along with some other Kin too.”
A beat, as she looks at John. “You got breeding too – better watch your back as well.”
[Moira Murray] Moira sets the card down on the table face up, studying it for a moment longer. She thinks about her schedule, returning her hand to the cup as it hovers in the air between her fingers.
She listens to John tell her that they are going to fix the problem, her head shaking slightly, sending a few wisps of black hair to fall across her forehead into her eyes. She brushes it back behind her left ear.
“So, if this is also your idea of a date, detective, will these involve dinner and a sex afterwards?” The corners of her mouth do curl up into a wide grin as Moira attempts to make light of the situation.
Without missing a beat, she looks over at Joss, “John was there for that attack, I was called in after to do some healing.” Back to John, “My schedule is pretty open. The only thing I really need to do is find a new place to live I can’t stay at the motel forever.”
[John Thornton] John smiles that wan not-a-smile at Joss…
“I always do.”
Then, the hazel eyes turn to Moira, both brows raised curiously.
“My, you do move fast…”
Still, he shrugs.
“I guess we’ll see. Regardless, let’s meet… Noon to one o’clock at the precinct. We’ll be shooting most of that time, so wear comfortable shoes and clothing.
Shooting in high heels can be trying, I’ve heard.”
He smiles that wan not-a-smile.
[Joss Lehrer] She nods, slightly. “Good. I’ll head to bronzeville to find Joe tonight.”
Then she chuckles. “Stay here. You’re Eagle, and now that Evan and Randy have their own place, it’s empty much of the time. So pick a room and stay. I can give you a ride to pick up you’re things tonight, if you aren’t to scared to ride in Althea.”
There’s that grin again.
[Moira Murray] “That was wit, Detective,” Moira says a little dryly, her eyes tilting up as she drains the mug of its contents and sets it down.
Moira wrinkles up her nose at Joss’ request to stay here. She begins to frown and shakes her head. “I would rather not stay here. Whether Randi and Evan have their own place or not, other Garou will be here and it will cause problems for Rufus. He doesn’t like … dogs.”
A pause, “No offense to you or anything, Joss, I just prefer privacy.”
[John Thornton] “Believe it or not, Ms. Murray… I’ve become well acquainted with wit in my time here in Chicago. And while I’m not Jerry Seinfeld, I’m not immune to its charms.”
John watches the exchange between the two women in silence, before speaking again.
Then, his phone begins to vibrate anew. Withdrawing it, he opens it and looks to the two women.
“I need to take this call. I’ll plan to see you Monday, Moira… Good seeing you, Joss.”
And with that, he turns and starts toward the front door, speaking as he does so.
“Go ahead.”
((*fade John* Sorry folks, I’m getting sleepy on you. Thanks for the rp, and y’all have a good night.))
[Joss Lehrer] She lifts a shoulder in a shrug, and smiles. “None taken.”
She understands well enough -there’s a reason she sticks to her attic or her van when she’s here at the packhouse. Those are HER spaces.
She smiles at John as he takes his leave. “Goodnight, Detective.”
[Moira Murray] “Good night, John.” Moira calls to the detective as he leaves to take his call. She seems to stare after him for a moment longer than something not showing interest should and then drops her eyes away.
She lifts her hands up to her eyes, digging the heels of her palms into the sockets to rub at them. She sucks in a deep breath and then exhales it out in a sigh. “I’m going to have to start carrying around a bigger purse if I’m expected to wield a firearm. I’ll have to talk to Imogen and see what she uses.”
The thought of using such a thing hadn’t ever crossed her mind, her expressions range from confusion to frustration and then fallen as she stands at the table.
[John Thornton] ((THanks again for the rp; Night!))
[Joss Lehrer] She watches Moira, who watches John, and that little smile goes sly, amused, but does her best to hide it by the time Moira stands to begin to take her leave.
“Good idea.” A beat. “and take these too…”
She hops down, and moves to a cabinet, and rifles through it until she finds what she’s looking for, and hands two small wooden disks on leather strands to Moira. “Kin-Fetch talons. Break them, and the nearest Garou will come running – me, if I’m close enough.”
[Moira Murray] Moira laughs a little, a flush of color rising up in her cheeks. She clears her throats, holding her hand out for the talens. “Hyde…” she starts to say, “When he was here. Had a wind-spirit bound to me to keep an eye on me. Actually, he carved little wooden figures and had spirits bound to all of them. If something were to happen to one of us, the wooden figure would fall over and that’s how he knew.”
She curls her fingers around the talens, tucking them into a coat pocket. “For a moment I thought you were going ask me if I wanted to bloody my knuckles and become connected to Eagle again.” She picks up the business card and puts it with the talens, thinking as she heads for the door.
“Thanks again, Joss, I’ll be around.”
[Joss Lehrer] Her brows lift “That’s a good idea. I may have to look into that.” Then she’s laughing lightly. “That’s a rite I don’t know. Decker is the only who knows it – so he’ll have to have the privileged of bloodying your knuckles when he returns.”
She lifts a hand to wave as Moira heads toward the door. “Be safe, Moira.”
And then she turns – it’s time to chase down her car, get him stowed away, and search out Joe. It’s going to be a long night – and the pain is beginning to creep in again at the edges.
There will be little sleep for the Godi tonight.