Stephen Culligan: *He snorts, and looks up, wholly confused.* Rrr? *when did it get dark? and when did he get WET? Gah.* Fookin' rain...

Stephen Culligan: *He rubs his eyes with the back of his hand, and sits up. A flop to all fours, and he shakes off, in homid, much as a dog would.* Fook. Nasty t'at.

Shadow's Blissful Silence: He sits on one of the benches in the park, a half empty drink beside him, going through a sheaf of papers. He's wearing black jeans, a silky black tee-shirt, and the ever-present boots. His hair is down, unornamented, and doesn't look as if he's brushed it every hour on the hour today. His hands are wrapped in black silk, the entire palm to a few inched down his wrists, with ties trailing when he moves.

Stephen Culligan: 3,4,2,2,

Stephen Culligan: *Nope, he notices nothing, staring down at the ground. He pouts, and clearly so.* Brianna willnae buy me t'at pizza iffen she sees me all dirty.

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "I still might, if you stay awake long enough," Bliss says from not far away. He carefully tucks more of the papers into a little platsic envelope. "Or I might try to get you some culture, dress you up, and take you to the opera."

Stephen Culligan: *He looks up at that, and he grins.* Yer nae gonna manage, lad, *he says sincerely. Though he DOES keep from racing to Bliss, and throwing a hug around the Lord.* I's good tae see ye.

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "I would hope so, being as if it weren't it'd mean I was loosing my touch." He chuckles. "And how have you been lately?"

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Stephen Culligan: Woondairfool! Oi'm shar 'e's growin' oop strong! *he says cheerfully, and raises his arms to throw around the Lord... looks down to the mud, and lowers his arms again.* Sorry.

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Mmmmm?" He asks, attention on the struggling bird more than Stephen. "Is that a raven?"

Catie: *it's Mr. Stephen! and a stranger....oh, dear! and that looks like Silence.....picks up her pace toward teh bird, small face growing worried. watching Stephen fromt eh corner of her eye*

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: settling back to heavily clawed feet, the raven struts, bobing it's head a moment. Then, preening, deliberately smoothing feathers with it's beak, along one, then the other. Wing feathers ruffled. Right.

Stephen Culligan: *His gaze follows him, to the bird.* Looks loike i'. *He cants his head.* D'you t'ink t'at brought t'e bootairfloies froom airlier?

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: 6,6,7,10,1,9,3,6,3,3,

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: 5,

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Butterflies?" He asks with a puzzled frown. "I must have missed them...."

Catie: *tilts her head at the raven. hesitantly** Silence? is that really you? *blinks slowly and raids her bookbag. yes, a nice jelly donut. she carefully holds it toward the bird as she crouches a few feet away*

Stephen Culligan: *He nods.* Airlier. A good t'ousand of 'em. Beautifool, loike a shoinin' rainbow, a glorious colored sky. *He nods once. Effing Galliards.*

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: The raven hops, ungainly, first for Catie. Tilting it's head, mad black eyes examining her a moment. Wings spread for balance, and a desultory peck at the doughnut.

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Right. We should go see what's with that raven." He rises, and glances at the folder and drink on the bench. "Could you get those?" And he's off toward Catie and Anne.

Catie: *smiles widely* it IS you! are you all right, Silence? *judiciously sets the donut down on a bit of the paper it was wrapped in. peck holes in small hands would really hurt, and that beak looks awfully sharp. blinks over to Stephen and offers him a shy, sweet smile*

Stephen Culligan: *He frowns.* Why is she callin' ye Soilence, Bliss? Is t'at a new nickname? *He looks hurt. Left out of the loop. But he moves to retrieve the folder. And drink.*

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: The raven's neck stretches, and beak opens. No noise made, and wings flutter again. A touch of lift, but around the edges, feathers are loose, and they're not the smooth, glossy shine they should be ... ragged and uneven. Another flap, and a hop of a foot and a bit this time.

Catie: *blinks to Stephen, with a very soft giggle* Mr. Stephen, this pretty bird *nods toward the raven* is Silence. i don't know him...*ducking her head, dark eyes a bit wary. with a very hesitant smile toward the stranger fellow*

Stephen Culligan: Oh! *he says, and grins.* Oi knew t'at. Soilence, eh? Pretty name faer a pretty bird.* Poor bird. He ge' hurt?

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "I don't know her," he says softly to Stephen with a light shrug. "Perhaps she knows of me."

Shadow's Blissful Silence: Bliss frowns down at the raven, though he gives a quick nods to Catie.

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: The raven eyes each of them in turn, fluttering wings briefly, and beak snapping. Looking as large as it can, and frankly, for a raven, that's LARGE for a bird.

Stephen Culligan: *He backs up slightly.* Whoa! does she fookin' boite?

Shadow's Blissful Silence: The snapping beak gets a smile and a chuckle from Bliss. "Well, you've got spirit, don't you...?"

Catie: it's ok, Silence. *murmurs softly to the bird* i don't know this gentleman, but Mr. Stephen is very nice.....whatever happened to your pretty feathers, though? *blinks slowly and slowly, with caution, reaches toward the bird*

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Doesn't anything that's threatened?" He asks Stephen, not jumping back from the raven. It can snap at his boots all it wants. That's not quite intimidating.

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: The smile, and chuckle, the raven subdues again. Intimidation isn't working. indifference, but it's not flying away. Preening, trying to smooth tattered and ruffled feathers

Catie: *another shy smile to Bliss. murmurs softly* i'm Catie, sir. would you like a donut? Mr. Stephen, a donut?

Stephen Culligan: T'anks! *he says cheerily. But just one? It will have to do for now. He pounces on the opportunity to eat*

Catie: *blinks, fighting off a giggle as she offers Stephen a nice fat cruller. it's the first one out of the bag*

Shadow's Blissful Silence: He looks at Catie for a second as if she'd broken into his conversation with god. "Bliss," he says, and only then does he smile at her. "Delighted." He starts to offer her his right hand, pulls it back again, and offers her the left one.

Stephen Culligan: *Oohhh... Catie IS his new love. That cruller VANISHES, and quickly, with him licking off his fingertips.*

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: Preen. Preen. Smoothing bedraggled feathers, which doesn't, honestly, make much difference at all. A bobbing strut a few steps, and another struggle, and failure, to fly.

Catie: *shakes Bliss's hand, grip as gentle as she looks to be* it's a pleasure to met you, sir. *and offers him the next donut. lemon curd-filled. blinks slowly at Stephen and offers him another donut--chocolate glazed--with a solemn face and twinkling eyes*

Catie: *nibbles her lip as she looks at Silence* i wish i knew what had happened to you....*sighs* and i really sholdn't take you home now--we have cats....

Stephen Culligan: *Another donut! He stops licking, and pounces on it. Quickest way to THIS man's heart.*

Catie: *she can't help but giggle at Stephen this time. he's so funny!*

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "I could take her." His attention fixes on the bird again. "Provided I can get close enough to her. Or I suppose, you could bring her. Though she might need to see a doctor. Vet."

Catie: *considers* i don't know, sir. Midnight's pretty easy-going, but Silence is more stern. more concerned with her personal space. *blinks soberly, then ponders the bird*

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: Oh -my-. The raven suddenly bursts into agitation, wings flapping and spinning. Right after Bliss speaks. Another hop, landing badly, and shaking it's head, preening again.

Stephen Culligan: Brianna moight allow i', *he says with a grin.*

Catie: *lenas back a bit* um.....i have a feeling maybe Silence doesn't like that idea........

Stephen Culligan: *He frowns.* why wouldnae anyoon wan' tae go 'ome wit' Bliss? 'e's a good friend.

Aerin Thomas: He heads into the park, eyes scanning the area as he heads in through the Artists' gate. He's got his staff with him...no trench today, a bit too warm. IN fact, he's very casual...incredibly so. White tank-top, jeans, and a pair of hiking boots, plus his backpack and the staff.

Aerin Thomas: ((Color change))

Stephen Culligan: ((Fine. I'LL change colors. *huffs*))

Catie: maybe it's more the whole vet thing, Mr. Stephen.

Stephen Culligan: *He frowns.* What're ye talkin' aboot, t'e bird cannae oonderstand wha' we're talkin' aboot.

Stephen Culligan: ((*L* It's all good, got it covered.))

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "You know two ravens?" He looks at Catie with a little more interest and then blinks. "You know two ravens?" There is more emphasis on the you this time. "And if the raven doesn't want a vt, fine, however, it might be to its advantage to be able to fly...."

Stephen Culligan: "Maybe she cannae? Mebbe soomoon... ye know, clipped 'is wings at a yoong age?

Catie: *shrugs slightly* well, any bird that's letting anyone get close enough to touch it can't be a wild-raised one. wild animals just don't ~do~ that. and ravens are some of the smartest birds around, so there's a chance she does understand at least some words. maybe "vet" is a trigger for bad memories for her or something.

Aerin Thomas: 8,2,10,6,2,1,

Stephen Culligan: Whpo keeps large ravens aroun' hair? *he asks idly. Canting his head, to look at the bird.* Squawk?

Aerin Thomas: A quick glance around, and he notes Bliss, Catie, and Stephen. A brief pause, and he changes course, heading their way.

Catie: *nods slightly to BLiss* yes, sir. Midnight, and Silence. they're very nice birds. i like them. *tilts her head at Stephen* well, she could before.

Shadow's Blissful Silence -> Aerin Thomas: Bliss seems to have stepped off his normal edge of fashion today, he's got silk wrapping on his hands, covering the palms, extending three inches past his wrists, and trails silk ties when he gestures, which is less often than normal. And his hair doesn't seem to have been brushed in the past hour, and is *gasp* not all in place.

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: The raven settles again, after a few moments. Preening, rather quickly and forcefully, which isn't likely to help it

Shadow's Blissful Silence: He looks from Catie to the bird. "Fascinating," he says softly under his breath. "How do you know Stephen?"

Catie: *chews her lip a bit and carefully reaches out to the bird again* may i look at your wings, Silence?

Catie: we met when i was having a picnic here by myself, and i was singing. he sings much better than i do. *nods slowly* although Miss Brianna says she thinks i could learn to sing very well.

Stephen Culligan: *He grins.* Awwwh... t'anks. An' ye 'as passion, lass. s'all ye needs.

Aerin Thomas: "Well, well," he says, coming up with a bit of a smile on his face. "If I keep finding you all here, I might start showing up more often." A grin.

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: Reached down to by Catie, it freezes mid-preen, eyeing the hand with one cold black eye

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "You know Brianna?" Just the mention of her name changes his tone. "And don't get too upset, pet, those two are both amazing. I know I personally stopped trying to get a record deal after hearing Stephen sing." He shakes his head. "Destroyed all my illusions of growing up to become a rock star."

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "If you showed up more, it'd be a whole new class of people. Though Stephen never comes to see me anymore." He nudges into Stephen with his shoulder, with enough weight behind it that while playful, it certainly isn't gentle.

Stephen Culligan: *His head swivels to watch Aerin for a moment. Does he know him? He seems trying to remember. He looks back to Bliss.* Oi'm nae t'at good, *he says with a shrug.* No record deals. Takes t'e passion oot o'i', mooney doos.

Catie: *smiles gently to the bird* you know me, Silence. i don't hurt people. and i like you, so you're most definately a people. *holds her hand steady, not moving for a moment, then chuckles softly* i was never encouraged to sing, so i suppose i'll just take Miss Brianna's word as golden that i'm not awful and i could learn to be much better. i like singing a lot.

Stephen Culligan: *He wobbles a bit, but he grins.* Oi. Loike calls tae fookin' loike. Ye ne'er visit eit'er. Boot mainly becoos Oi dinnae leave t'e park. Place... is ooncoomfy, itis.

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Then you should learn, pet, really. Tell her I'll pay for your lessons, if you two can arrange them."

Aerin Thomas: "The rock star life would be perfect for you, though, Bliss." He smirks. "Goddess knows you've got the waking-up schedule for it."

Brianna McCarthy: 3,2,4,4,2,

Catie: *chuckles again* you're a ~wonderful~ singer, Mr. Stephen. and hello, Mr. Aerin. i still win....*the last words, shyly teasing, murmured softly*

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: Wings strain a little against Catie's hand when the raven is picked up, and the beak opens in a silent caw. Cruel, nasty, sharp talons scrabble at nothing

Stephen Culligan: 8,10,9,5,

Brianna McCarthy: Oblivious, isn't she? Probably because of the headphones in her ears. She heads along a path, her head moving slightly, not too far from the little group.

Stephen Culligan: *Ohh... the wet muddy Stephen wins THIS round. He looks at the Brianna passing through... and RACES to pounce her.*

Aerin Thomas: "Never gonna win that one, Catie, 'cause I'll never admit defeat." A grin.

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "And I never could figure out why I loved you," he says to Aerin with a little smirk as he leans into Stephen. It's got all the sexual undertone of leaning into a lightpost. "Right, I think it's because I can't have you. But now that you mention it, I would be very suited to the rockstar life, I've got the schedule down...and the groupies...I've always loved those. How you been?"

Catie: *flashes Bliss a small smile* oh, i couldn't ask that of her. she's already trying to teach me some self-defense, and she won't take ~anything~ for those lessons. i couldn't possibly impose yet more lessons on her. she's very busy. but, thank you very much!

Aerin Thomas: "I've been...meh. Still alive, still kickin'. Lots of kickin', these days. Yourself?"

Catie: shhh, it's all right, Silence. *croons to the large bird, holding her gently and stroking her poor feathers* you know i would never hurt you.

Brianna McCarthy: She remains delightfully oblivious, pausing to check something in the bag beside her. Stephen will have it easy.

Shadow's Blissful Silence: (Or doesn't lean on Stephen. *L* Though he does get that look cats get when they do something less than graceful after he starts to lean that way as Stephen runs and comes close to losing his balance.)

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "She should do more with music, she's been...gradually steered away from it, and that bothers me."

Catie: *blinks sidelong at Bliss. kitty-wolf? well...Chi's sort of feline in many ways, too. keeps trying to soothe the bird*

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Wonderful, as always," he says to Aerin. "Though about to move at least a little of this party. You know Catie?"

Catie: *blinsk up at BLiss, tilting her head* that's awful. music touches her too deeply for her to be pushed away from it. *blinks slowly, utterly sober* it would be like a rainbow with no colors.

Stephen Culligan: 5,4,7,7,9,6,7,

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: The raven, caught in Catie's hands, glares rather balefully at all of them, stilling save for silent caws at everything. Making not a sound.

Stephen Culligan: Raaar! *pounce, and he leaps on Brianna. Pushing her down, into the mud on the ground. And he licks her face.* Oi win!

Aerin Thomas: He nods. "Yeah, I do." He smiles Catie's way. "She refuses to give up. Excellent trait."

Catie: *frowns a bit at the bird* whatever happened to you, Silence? *gingerly tries to examine her. although she doesn't know much about applying medicine to feathers*

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Exactly, pet."

Catie: *tilts her chin slightly skyward* of course i won't give up, because i did so win.....*a soft giggle* do either of you know what it means when a bird's feathers feel rough instead of smooth?

Brianna McCarthy: There is a VERY undignified noise from the kin and she just barely manages to recognize the person jumping on her as her brother. Lucky him, or she might have stabbed him. The smaller kin, laughing, starts trying to push the man off her."ACK! STEPHEN!"

Stephen Culligan: *He grins, and then jumps off of her.* Now we're BOT' muddy, *he assures her.*

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Mmmmm...if I were say...planning a brief conference detailing my plans to take over the world...would I invite her?" The question is serious, despite the wording.

Catie: *hey! she knows that voice! looks over to the mud fight...and chuckles happily* ask and you shall recieve. *raises her voice just the smallest bit* Miss Brianna! i have some moist towelettes......*likely, not nearly enough for two adults, though*

Aerin Thomas: He looks over, and...whoa, red raven? What the hell? "Ummm...no, I don't." A glance back to Bliss, and a bit of a grin at being called 'pet,' along with a quirked brow.

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Not a clue, pet. How do you mean?"

Aerin Thomas: ((Whoops, directed to wrong person, missed that. Heat's getting to my brain))

Brianna McCarthy: Still sitting on the ground, she hurls a glop of mud at Stephen, shouting in Gaelic as she laughs. ~gae~ "This means WAR!"

Shadow's Blissful Silence -> Aerin Thomas: (no-no - Catie is pet. Aerin doesn't have a nickname from Bliss yet. Mostly trhose go to girls.)

Brianna McCarthy: 3,9,7,10,7,

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: The raven is not red. It's black. And struggling ever so vaguely in Catie's hands

Catie: her feathers feel rough, but they should be smooth. i know a little bit about medicines and stuff, but not bird-medicine. *frowns slightly* i do know she's not supposed to feel like that.

Shadow's Blissful Silence -> Aerin Thomas: (And the raven is black now, but not flight-worhty.)

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: He enters the park, dressed like an Arabian Prince, draped in a caftan and headpiece of the finest white Egyptian cotton, trimmed with midnite blue. A striped midnite blue tunic covers his caftan and a lapis and gold band holds his headpiece in place.

Stephen Culligan: *He covers his eyes, to protect them. And he laughs.* Oi! *He reaches down into the mud to throw a glop back, as the goopy stuff covers him.*

Aerin Thomas -> Shadow's Blissful Silence: ((Ahh, no one ever told me Anne got fixed. *S*))

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "You might want to find someone who knows then. I doubt this can be solved with a good deep conditioner, though that I can do." He flashes her a wicked grin. "But that would get back to the vet thing, no pet?"

Stephen Culligan: 6,6,5,4,7,5,

Brianna McCarthy: She hits him straight in the chest. And then tries to scramble out of the way with a bright, "ACK!"

Shadow's Blissful Silence -> Aerin Thomas: (Fixed would be a strong word.)

Brianna McCarthy: 6,1,7,7,3,9,

Catie: it's ok, Silence.....*strokes the bird gently along her back*

Catie: *blinks and giggles softly* that's a good point, Mr. Bliss.

Aerin Thomas: "It depends on which plans to take over the world you mean, Bliss." He smiles. "But I think she'd be good to know, yeah."

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: He's tall (about 6' 8"), broadshouldered, with a swarthy complextion and dark brown beard and moustache that cover most of the lower half of his face. His gold-flecked, milk chocolate colored eyes hold a serene calm, nestled under dark brown brows. He appears to be in his mid twenties, and walks with a commanding presence.

Brianna McCarthy: She gets out of the way, just barely. All nicely splotched with mud.

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: 10,3,5,4,10,4,10,

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: He's quite perceptive and stops well out of range of the mudfight, raising a brow in an expression that could be considered imperious, were it not muted by an indulgent amusement.

Aerin Thomas: 7,5,10,9,5,4,

Catie: 3,8,4,9,3,10,

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: (SF PB 4 for those who pick up on such things)

Catie: *notes another stranger and quiets a bit, glancing up at Aerin and Bliss*

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Mmmmm...just the ones I've let you in on. The rest I keep to minions who enderstand they're minions." He smiles playfully. "But you're welcome to come crawling back to me just as soon as you learn your place." He doesn't say it like he expects that, fortunately.

Aerin Thomas: He takes a quick glance over to Brianna & Stephen...then, his eyes fall on Altair. A momentary pause, as he looks the man over appraisingly.

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: The raven settles again, quite unable to break free. Beak keeps cawing silently, though, a trapped raven

Brianna McCarthy: 5,9,3,7,7,

Stephen Culligan: *He stops for a moment, and looks back to Brianna.* Oi'm hoongry. Gonna ge' oot o'hair.

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah, good luck with that, Bliss. Let me know how it works out for you." A look away from Altair, to Bliss, with a chuckle.

Catie: *begins to hum to the bird. the tune is, strangely, "Scars", but slowed and mellowed to something far closer to a lullaby*

Brianna McCarthy: She glances at Altair, before tromping over to Stephen. Chuckling softly. "Alright. Alden left some food, so there's good stuff in the frige." Kissing his cheek.

Stephen Culligan: Coo', *he mutters.* Oi'll see ye la'er.

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: The raven settles again ... eyeing up at Bliss, then Catie, eyes whirling

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Hey, children!" He calls to Brianna and Stephen. "Let's move this praty somewhere that won't ruin my make-up, what with the raining."

Brianna McCarthy: "Bye derthair." She murmurs, watching him go.

Brianna McCarthy: She waves a hand at Bliss, and begins to tromp over. Holding up muddy hands. "Don't you know mud is good for the complexion?"

Catie: *very, very softly, begins to sing the words. voice gentle. the tone of a person letting go of a love--sad, but growing from the experience. although she does sing as if rather hoping nobody but the bird notices*

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: He examines the people around, gaze focusing on Bliss. He strides over toward him, inclining his head as if giving Bliss permission to speak.

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Touch me with those muddy hands doll, and I may disown you." Though by the way his eyes glow when he looks at her, that's unlikely.

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: 6,1,5,5,4,6,1,

Brianna McCarthy: "You're no fun." She chuckles, wiping muddy hands on already muddy pants unsuccesfully.

Brianna McCarthy: Eyes flick up to watch Altair approaching.

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: He stops about six feet away from those gathered around Bliss, studying them all. Offers them a warm smile.

Aerin Thomas: A look up at Altair as he approaches, arms folding over his chest. He regards the man evenly.

Catie: *ends the song and blinks mildly to Brianna* i have some moist towelettes in my bookbag. but i'm holding Silence and don't want to scare or hurt her by getting them out...*chews her lip* so i wonder if maybe..*hesitantly* Mr. Bliss or Mr. Aerin might feel like getting them out for you? *shoulders hunching very slightly*

Shadow's Blissful Silence: He looks at Altair, eyes sweeping over him, and then sighs. "Does my reputation preceede me again?" The tone is polite, but lacking the warmth it had when he addressed...well...anyone but Altair. He moves Brianna to his side with his left hand, though anyone paying close attention would see he strated to reach right-handed first.

Catie: *notes Aerin's reaction to Altiar and darts a wary glance toward the Arab. warier than the one she gave Bliss before*

Brianna McCarthy: She grins to Catie. "Don't worry. I'm fine." Her eyes flick to Bliss and she moves easily to Bliss' side. Gaze going to Altair.

Shadow's Blissful Silence: The smile softens his expression a little, but his basic posture toward Altair still indicates a guarded curiousity.

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: He continues to smile warmly, managing somehow to convey both friendship and superiority in that expression. "We [yes, he uses a royal we, it seems] were instructed by an acquaintance named Arabelle LaGrace to seek out one called Bliss regarding some information pertinent to our duties while in this city." His accent is perfect British English tinghed with slight French-Arabic.

Catie: *nods to Brianna, shifting the bird almost protectively in her arms. and very gently*

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: The bird shifts in Catie's arms, eyeing Altair with mad bird eyes. A raven, somewhat dedraggled

Shadow's Blissful Silence: He glances at the people with him and nudges Brianna toward Catie, then takes two steps forward to put himself between them and Altair.

Brianna McCarthy: She moves with the nudge and slides towards Catie, standing near the kin, like she's... at the ready. Gaze sharp and watching, a little protective of the younger girl.

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: His smile quirks slightly at the subtle insult, but he lets it pass, smile widening. "We assure you, all Arabs are not raving fanatics bent on stealing your women."

Aerin Thomas: He remains where he is, near Bliss, making no move toward or away from Altair, but watching him and Bliss closely. His alert attitude is one of readiness.

Catie: *very carefully and slowly, reaches for her bookbag, still cradling the bird. glancing to Bri with a small smile*

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Oh. Well, she's not my woman like that, my wife would flay me alive. Tell me, what are you interested in?"

Brianna McCarthy: There's a faintly quirked smile from the kin, but she remains ever watchful besides Catie, eyes flicking around now and then.

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: "We are here to perform our duties, as God wills." He inclines his head. "Surely there is much evil in the world that must be vanquish at the end of a sword? I have heard you have word of such infidels?"

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Ah. Delightful, I see we're still playing at crusades. Not entirely off though, in the end. We're headed of to discuss that actually, if you would lower yourself enought to associate with the lesser born."

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: The raven's beak opens, and both eyes fix on Rayyan. Claws contracting. If a raven can look stunned, this one is

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: "A Sultan who refuses to break bread with his people is merely a tyrant playing at King."

Aerin Thomas: A glance at Bliss. He doesn't smile at the comment...outwardly, at least.

Catie: *still moving carefully to not jar the raven, she eses her bookbag onto one shoulder. then rises with great delicacy, shaking out her skirts with her free hand. *

Shadow's Blissful Silence: His expression warms, and Altair is graced with a nod. "Remarkably progressive of you." He guestures to both Brianna and Aerin to follow, then speaks to Catie. "Come, bring the raven. If nothing else, that we can tend to toninght."

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: He indicates for Bliss to lead the way, smiling pleasantly at Aerin, Catie, and the others.

Shadow's Blissful Silence: (I have no idea what's with the lack of typing skills tonight - I really don't.)

Catie: *nods slowly, glanicing to Aerin and Brianna. staying close to Bri* it's ok, Silence, truly....*pets the bird tenderly*

Brianna McCarthy: She stays close to Catie as they move, letting the trueborns leads for now. Glancing around now and then, being a good little watch kin.

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: The raven, remarkably, doesn't snap at her fingers. Aside from claws contracting and opening, it's remarkably passive

Shadow's Blissful Silence: And, now that everyone should know what they're doing, he leads them off. [MT Residence....]

Aerin Thomas: He heads off at Bliss's side.

Catie: *murmurs to the bird* Momma used to tell me the story of Snow White. in it, the good Queen wished for a daughter with hair like a raven's wing. i can understand why...*gives Bri a soft smile*

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: [G2MTres]

Aerin Thomas -> Altair al Zaib Rayyan: 9,6,2,6,7,2,6,8,

Aerin Thomas -> Altair al Zaib Rayyan: 2,6,5,6,9,9,

BLISS'S APARTMENT

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: He seems to prefer to maintain a certain personal space, but otherwise appears quite relaxed and serene, with a friendly, open smile to those around him.

Brianna McCarthy: She pauses to take off her shoes and shake off loose mud OUTSIDE the apartment, before she steps inside.

Shadow's Blissful Silence: Bliss leads them to an apartment that seems...too tastefully decorated to be his. The kitchen, to the right as you enter the door, is spotless. Ahead, the living room is decorated with warm browns, reds, and oranges. A dragon is painted on the wall, taking up a good portion of it, while clouds and a flock of ravens take up the rest of the wall. Two large brown couches sit opposite a low coffee table. Two chairs sit on the side of the couches opposite the wall with the fireplace. "Welcome home," Bliss says as he steps inside, holding open the door. "Have a seat."

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: 4,5,2,9,3,9,3,

Catie: *notes the cleanliness and tastefulness with a muted air of approval. politely waiting for the truborn to take their choice of seats, of course, before som much as nearing one herself*

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: 7,7,8,8,6,10,3,2,9,1,

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: 8,

Brianna McCarthy: She doesn't dare sit with all the mud on her. She stands out of the way, listening.

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: He glances around the place, then moves to take the chair that automatically gives the most commanding view. It doesn't seem a gesture of insecurity born of need to lord over others, but rather a gesture of duty, of acknowledgement of the mantle of leadership that has fallen to him by birth.

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: The raven glances around as it's entered in Catie's hands, noting this, that and the other ... especially the ravens on the opposite wall. Struggling a touch

Aerin Thomas: He moves in alongside Bliss, calm but alert for threat, and he moves along with the kin as they head into the living room. He gestures for Catie to choose a seat before he does.

Catie: *smoothes the rough feathers gently. smiles sweetly at Aerin and picks a place to sit, setting down the bookbag at her feet. a seat where Silence will have a good view of the painted ravens*

Shadow's Blissful Silence: Either of the chairs would suit Altairs purpose for watching the people - however the chair nearest the wall would allow him to see more of the apartment itself, including the door.

Shadow's Blissful Silence: Once everyone is inside, he closes the door, locks it, and lets everyone fall into place before he steps into the living room.

Aerin Thomas: He, for his part, remains standing nearby Catie & Brianna, watchful over the kin. Bliss can take care of himself, he knows.

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: The raven struggles again, wings trying to flex, and claws scrabbling. Especially as the click of the lock falls in

Catie: mmm.....Mr. Bliss? *quietly* i think maybe Silence wants out......*chews her lower lip, frowning worriedly at the bird* it's ok, Silence, truly....*tries to soothe the bird*

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Can I get anyone anything? Drinks, snacks, I may have mastered making macaroni and cheese...."

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: He waits, patiently, for the actual briefing to start.

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Silence cannot fly pet, that might not be advisable, much as I hate to upset her."

Brianna McCarthy: She shakes her head with a little grin at Bliss. She's good.

Catie: *smiles softly, shaking her head* i still have donuts, sir. adn bottled water. if anyone would like a donut i'm more than happy to share. *hums very softly again, to the bird*

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: "May we take a look at the bird? We employ falcons for hunting at home, so have some knowlege of such creatures."

Aerin Thomas: A small grin to Catie, and he shakes his head. "No thank you, Catie." He looks up to Bliss. "I'm fine."

Catie: *glances to Aerin, Bliss, and Brianna, then hesitatnly* that sort of depends on Silence, sir. she's not my pet--she's a friend who sometimes lets me touch her. her feathers are rough, not smooth as they should be. and i'm sure that's bad, but i have no idea how to make it better.

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Right then." He settles nearer Aerin and Brianna. "Introductions. I will be more than happy to begin with those. Shadow's Blissful Silence, Fostern Shadow Lord Ragabash. I came to New York trailing a few refugees from a Hive destroyed not far from my home sept, Forgotten Star." He gestures to Brianna. "Brianna McCarthy, kin to the Fianna, quite an accomplished muscian, among many other talents." He nods to Aerin. Aerin gets to introduce himself.

Aerin Thomas: "Aerin Thomas, Cliath Philodox of the Children of Gaia."

Brianna McCarthy: She inclines her head lightly to Altair as she's introduced. The mud detracts a bit from any impression, but she seems a strong woman, a palable sense of energy around her.

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: The raven caws silently - beak open, neck extended, but no sound. Not a peep. Wings pressing hard against Catie's hands now - absolutely easy to keep it in place, but unhappy

Catie: *stands and dips a curtsey* i am Catie, Chimal's mate. this is Silence, ravena dn friend. *reseats herself*

Shadow's Blissful Silence: (And I have storms out here - if I vanish, that's why. I'm hoping they don't get too close.)

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: He again, seems to take the insult at not being invited to introduce himself first in stride. He seems quite used to the deplorable lack of proper manners and ettiquette among the Americans, and doesn't take it personally, tho it's very clear from his demeanor that he has noticed the slight, simply chosen to be magnanimous about it. "We are pleased to make your acquaintance. We are Sharif Mouley Altair al Zaib Rayyan, Fostern of the Shoulders of Atlas Sept, currently without a pack, of House Wise Heart."

Catie: *resumes humming under her breath to the bird. slowly letting Silence settle into her lap. although she does keep a light hold*

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: His gaze studies Catie, and his lips purse. It's clear he knows there's far more to her than her simple introduction, but he doesn't pry.

Catie: *keeps her dark eyes rather firmly somewhere about ankle level to Rayyan*

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: Struggles subside after a moment. The raven slumps, curling claws in and closing it's beak. Stilling quickly

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "So, jumping the the point of this little party, I have finally located my prey. They are at this point a pack of almost certainly four to six. They do have kin with them, both human and wolf, including children. They've settled into a housing development a little removed from the city, likely in an attempt to avoid the attention of the Garou in the city, and quite possibly with the intent of turning the development into a breeding ground. I've been able to discover little about them so far, save that they've joined the PTA, their children attend school regularly, and they appear to be model citicens, hosting playgroups and operating lemonade stands."

Brianna McCarthy: Her lips twist into a little frown as she listens.

Catie: *very small shiver. pet the pretty bird. yep, that's what she'll do*

Aerin Thomas: "Wonderful." He sighs, then falls silent, listening to the Lord. Surely, there's a plan.

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: "I trust you have the address of said development?"

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Of the development, and the three houses they are living in. I am remarkably unsuited to spending time in the area in homid, and the presence of wolves at each house has made close observation problematic."

Catie: *nibbles her lower lip, taking in a breath. hesitates,w ith a swift glance around the room, and lets it out again. pet the birdie, Catie. just...pet the bird*

Brianna McCarthy: She unobtrusivly backs away from the conversation, and heads to a bathroom. The mud is beginning to dry, it seems, and leavs trails on the carpet. Best to shower and deal with it now.

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: The raven tries to flex wings, and caws silently, outside of claws pressing at Catie's leg - no pain, just a press

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: He smiles and looks at the bird. "Then one would assume an air observation would be more productive? What exactly are you looking for? Why not simply launch an attack now that you are aware of their location?"

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "The development itself is called Maple Hollow. The developers, upon hearing my interest in purchasing a home there, have kindly agreed to supply me with maps and blueprints to review, which should arrive within the next few days by mail."

Catie: *cautiously shifts to let Silence flex her wings a bit. but still keeps a very light hold on her under the wings*

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Well, I find two flaws in that plan. The first is I want to know what they plan to do and what they've already done, it's taken me some time to find them, as other things in the city have demanded my attention. The other is that, having no pack, and little influence in the fine city of New York, I would need some assistance."

Brianna McCarthy: And she disappears in the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

Brianna McCarthy: ((bbiab))

Aerin Thomas: A flick of the eyes to Altair, shaking his head slightly, and he looks back to Bliss. "Any help you need, Bliss, you know I'll supply, if I can."

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: "Why are thier plans of such consequence to you? Surely if you destroy them now, they will be unable to fulfill their plans."

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: He notes Aerin's look, and raises a curious brow. "You disagree that such vermin need to be destroyed?"

Shadow's Blissful Silence: He glances to Aerin. "I was actually going to make an atrocious demand on you. I do not belong in that neighborhood, but a young couple starting a family does...if your charming mate agrees, and you are comfortable with such a risk, that might be helpful. If not, there are other resources at my disposal, but none so perfectly suited already."

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: Large, bedraggled wings flex luxuriently, and the beak turns to the pictures of ravens. If Catie allows, it's claws settle, well spread, on her leg, and the raven returns to preening, smoothing it's feathers

Catie: *she lets the bird shift to be more comfortable, giving her a soft smile*

Aerin Thomas: "I disagree that we should charge in there before we know anything. You know, why they're here, how many there really are, if they control the police, for example, so we don't find several squad cars there to take us all down before we get to land a swipe?"

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Their plans are of consequence because if they've set them far enough in motion, I would rather clean up everything, leaving no trace, than leave some lingering taint to fester and grow, risking the lives and souls of everyone unfortunate enough to live there."

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: His attention turns to the raven, examining it and the damage to the feathers without leaving his seat. (rolling per+alert, then int+animal ken to see what the problem with them is)

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: 6,1,9,5,4,3,2,

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: 4,7,10,7,

Catie: m.....*gulps and takes in a breath. tries again* may i ask a question that is likely very stupid? *tentatively, voice low and soft*

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: "Both good points," he concedes, nodding to Bliss to continue.

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Questions are not foolish, though not asking them can be. Would would you like to know, pet?"

Aerin Thomas: "No stupid questions, Catie. Just stupid people asking questions...and you're not stupid." He smiles to her.

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: He smiles to himself as they indulge the kin woman, still studying the raven.

Catie: *flashes a tiny, grateful smile at both men before glancing back to teh bird* with...that sort's Kin. are they all born...well, bad? or does it grow in them because they're exposed to it?

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: The raven notes Altair's attention, beady eyes returning the stare a moment. Then the beak opens, neck extends, in a silent CAW, before it returns to it's preening

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "I could not say, pet. I have little experience with...studying that. I've really never had the luxury of being able to perform such experiments. I know that our people, properly coerced can fall, but I have seen no case in which any fallen comes to our aid over their family."

Aerin Thomas: He's quiet as he listens, mulling over Bliss's request.

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: "If God Will's, all can be redeemed," he says serenely to Catie, as if he truly believes it.

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: "But I do believe putting a single man, with his wife and child in the midst of such a pack is merely asking for their corruption and degradation. Might it not be better to have an extended family move into the same house?"

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Extended I don't have at the moment, though I could create one, I am certain."

Catie: *nibbles her lip worriedly* then...maybe....when it happens and you strike....Mr. Bliss, you might be able to take one of the younger children. perhaps even cubs should there be any. and find tehm a safe home so you can maybe see if they can be salvaged, like Mr. Rayyan says they might be? *again, tentative*

Aerin Thomas: He does nod to Altair's comment that all can be redeemed.

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: And quite forgetting itself, the raven nods as well

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "If such a thing could be properly prepared, with adequate assurances that an unreedable creature would not destroy those trying to rescue it...I would not oppose it." Though what would qualify as adequate protections....

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: "Perhaps you with your kindness and grace could provide such a home?" he asks Catie, smiling to her.

Catie: i would have to ask Chimal, sir. *blinks soberly at Altair's ankles* it would not be at all proper to present him with someone else's child or children spontaneously, with the statement that we are nwo going to raise it, or them.

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Certainly not Wrymspawn," Bliss adds darkly.

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: "I do believe your friend Silence here has been washed," he observes, changing the subject. "The bird is unable to fly due to the lack of natural oils that lubricate the feathers as they move over one another."

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: "Perhaps a light dusting of corn starch will provide the necessary lubriction until the animal's glands can make up the lack? Rather like graphite or the powder excreted by some desert birds such as Cockatoos?"

Catie: *tilts her head slightly to Bliss* an infant, or closed-eyed cubs should not prove an immediate danger thoug, right? unless they're just crawling with....well...ick. *blinks a bit. it's not a ~good~ way to put it. but it's accurate enough* but if they were that tainted, you'd know anyway. *blinks down at the bird* oh! that's not at all good. *frowns* who would do that?? is there a way to help her lubricate herself, other than her preening?

Catie: ((delete her asking about the feathers. *chuckles*)) hmmm...*nibbles her lip* do you have any cornstarch, Mr. Bliss?

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Unless spirits trace then, unless Dancers come back for them, unless their contagion can't be fully cleansed and regenerates, unless they grow up with a natural instinct for their own corruption and spread that corruption to your entire family while you trust and love them, unless a number of things."

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: He then turns to Bliss. "I propose that we purchse a house in the development, to serve as half-way house for recovering addicts and alcoholics, run by a charitable organization. Then we will be able to populate the house with several people of various abilities who can function as a pack and protect one another."

Aerin Thomas: He nods to Bliss's comments. "If there's a way, though, we'll find it. Not the most difficult redemption ever performed."

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Uh, no. I don't grow plants. I could find someone to purchase some, I suppose."

Aerin Thomas: "I'll pick some up after this little tete-e-tete, bring it back so we can get Silence flyin' again."

Catie: *considers* raise them within a sept, watched carefully and cleansed with religious regularity. and appoint someone with the strength of soul and conscience to put them down should they fall, or try to turn others to dark paths.

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "I would certainly agree to that. I personally would look rather odd there, and would likely have to visit, or stay mostly in lupus while outside. Unless I come in Umbrally, but that may attract more attention than we'd like."

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: he quirks a brow at Bliss' comment, but relegates that confusion to his own imperfect understanding of english.

Aerin Thomas -> Aerin Thomas: 2,4,10,2,10,

Brianna McCarthy: Silently, she slips back out into the meeting area, listening in the background. Her wet hair is neatly braided into two french braids. What she wears, while very nice and fitting... seems a little too much for the simple kin. Chances are, someone bought it for her.

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "I'll put it down," he says, with just a trace of bitterness. "Everyone has talents, and that's mine, apparently."

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: (that was to the comment before last not the one about the development)

Catie: *blinks at Bliss....her eyes developing a twinkle* i buy mine at the grocery store. it's also very good if you've a rash, to use as powder so your skin doens't chafe against your clothing and get painfully raw. and it has the benefit of being both less expensive than, and not making you smell like a baby, like baby powder does. unless you buy unscented,which still has a funny smell to me.

Aerin Thomas: "It's not your only one, Bliss."

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: The raven tries, finally, to push down from Catie, claws pushing suddenly. To the floor, and strutting a touch. Preening again

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Uh-huh," he says to Catie. "That's one school of thought." Someone has no idea what they're talking about, having no idea what cornstarch is.

Catie: *gives Bliss a soft smile* then it shouldn't be you, sir. you sound like you've done too much killing of things that might have not been really bad, but you just didn't have a choice. that hurts.

Catie: *lets the bird get down, keeping a careful eye on her. hides a smile at Bliss's reaction to cornstarch vs. baby powder*

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: Strut. Preen. Strut. Casually making it's way around the door, where Brianna was

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: "I shall need a list of those who plan to be 'clients' of the house, as well as a person or persons to perfome as 'counselor' or 'case worker'. I can arrange to provide for the financial requirements and I believe my tribemate Troy Lawrence can advise us on the legal and political...requirements that need to be satisfied for such an endeavor."

Shadow's Blissful Silence: Cold eyes fix on Catie's. "I kill people pet, I judge them, and I kill them. It's who I am, and it's my duty. I am at peace with that, whether or not it has always pleased me." The nickname doesn't soften his tone at all. "I will not dishonor Thunder with the presumtion that an easier path is the correct one for reasons that benefit myself. I do however appreciate your concern."

Catie: *a mental sigh. if she were older, maybe she could be a counselor.....*

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: "Please keep all discussions of personal angst and insecurity out of our battle preparations." He says to Bliss and Catie. "We all have wounds, it is the nature of jihad."

Catie: *nods to Bliss* then you're lucky. most people aren't at ease within themselves. *a small smile. now that the bird's on the floor, her hands fold neatly in her lap*

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Oh...are you taking on my project?" The question directed at Altair is almost playful, but there's an edge under that.

Brianna McCarthy: She quirks an eyebrow at Altair. She didn't hear anything about angst or insecurity. But she remains slient, and listening.

Catie: *nods* also truth. *considers, wondering if she could actually be useful at all in this. someone, carrying a tune doesn't seem like a good skill to have for this matter*

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "I was just informing her that her concern, while just darling, was really misplaced. Some of us bear fewer scars than others, you needn't address her that way. This is not your hunt, nor your territory."

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: "I do believe you, as am I, are a visitor to this Sept. It is therefore incumbent upon us, should we desire to hunt in this territory, to develop a plan and present it to the elders. I was offering my services in this regard, but if you wish to do, please be my guest. I shall still provide for the financial investment needed."

Aerin Thomas: He remains there, arms folded, watching the two Fostern face off a little. No need to ask which side he's taking.

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: Preen. Watch. Blink mad bird eyes. Easy to be a raven

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "I am a visitor to this sept, though I came here on their trail from my home in Canada. I have no desire to step away from my own hunt. There is plenty of evil in world, but this...they are mine. My prey." And he is obsessed with them, apparently.

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: He rises, bowing his head magnanimously. "I shall take my leave, rather than cause you anger with in your own home. If you wish my help further, you may contact me through my tribemate, Troy Lawrence."

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Thank you for assistance. I regret that at moment, I am slightly less welcoming than I should perhaps be." It's the closest to an apology he seems capabable of coming to at moment.

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: He inclines his head to the others, offering them all a warm smile. "A pleasure to make your acquaintances." A nod to Silence. "God's Grace be upon you." And with that, he turns to the door and heads out.

Brianna McCarthy: She nods fintly to Altair, watching him go.

Catie: *a small smile and a dip of her head, low*

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: The raven eyes Altair a moment, and then finally hops out of sight

Aerin Thomas: He nods evenly to the Silver Fang, watching him leave. "Good day, Altair."

Catie: *nibbles her lip, frowning slightly* i'm trying to think of how i could be useful. and i'm not coming up with much. *sighs faintly...then blinks, a thought occuring*

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: He lets himself out, still moving at a sort of commanding grace, a self-assured gait that, while somehwat martial, still seems to have a lightness and serenity to it.

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: (thanks for the scene guys)

Altair al Zaib Rayyan: He heads out, walking back to the park where he steps into his waiting limo and is gone.

Brianna McCarthy: ((Byebye)) "I can't help too much, except to maybe relay information." She glances over to Catie

Catie: *blinks to Brianna* Miss Brianna, you look wonderful, by the way. *a soft smile* i like your outfit.

Catie: *nods slowly to Brianna* Mr. Lawrence is of the Tribe of my birth, which you probably all knew already. *a tiny shrug* i....wonder about something. *licks her lips. forcing her hands to stay still in her lap instead of clutching at each other*

Brianna McCarthy: She blinks at Catie, then quirks a smile. "S'just Brianna. And thank Bliss- I do believe he's the one who bought it for me." She steadies her gaze on Catie. "And wonder what?"

Aerin Thomas: He waits until the man leaves, and sighs. "Well, that went well."

Shadow's Blissful Silence: With Altair gone, Bliss flops over the couch with a sigh. "You wonder what, pet?"

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Aside from the fact that it didn't at all," Bliss murmurs to Aerin. "Have a seat. Relax. I think we're all friends here?"

Brianna McCarthy: She finally allows herself to settle in a seat somewhere, on Bliss' couch to be exact.

Anne Tralbor [Corvid]: And from behind the door Brianna changed behind, there's a shift of air, as the bird does something very similar

Catie: when you look like that, it defiantely should be a Miss. *smiles warmly, then blinks at Bliss* adn you have excellent taste....*smile fades* well...i was having these dreams for a while. Chimal took me to the Elders over them. *inhale. exhale* when i would have tehm, there was some kind of taint around me then. Mr. Jules made something to make them go away. but i wonder if those kind of dreams would maybe draw them out? *very pale. small shoulders held stiff to keep them from shaking*

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Draw out the Dancers?"

Aerin Thomas: He nods and moves to take a seat, next to Catie.

Catie: *nods* if it needed to be done. *staring at a small spot on the floor as if absolutely entranced by it*

Brianna McCarthy: Both eyebrows go up as Catie suggests to use herself as -bait-.

Anne Tralbor: And running her hands through her hair, smoothing it and preening just as she did before, the now-human Anne exits the room, smiling easily to those present. Hi. You've been coraxed.

Anne Tralbor: Dyed blonde hair is cut to her shoulders and brushed straight. Around her neck, a thick bondage collar with a ring at the front. Usually, her attire is faintly gothic; while certainly black, straps and ties abound, an off-the-shoulder velvet top tied down her front over a camisole that kicks out from under it, brushing the top of tight black jeans. And shiny combat boots under those. Always, at her hip, a stiffened case, and usually an old-fashioned camera in her hand. Her face is smooth and pale as porcelain. All of her skin, this unblemished shade, but only her face is interrupted by carefully painted lips the color of blackberry, made glossy to shine even in the lowest light. Her eyes are shadowed, a hazy, smoky color that doesn't dare sparkle or glitter. Wisping together with sooty lashes too long and ideal to be real, she has vaguely cattish eyes, made to look wide and feline with the illusion of makeup. http://www.wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&pos=-193

Brianna McCarthy: 2,8,9,10,4,

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "How about n-the fuck?" He looks over Anne, rising off the couch.

Brianna McCarthy: Hi, random people we don't know in the house who appeared out of fucking nowhere. The kin stands, and quickly, drawing out a knife. Quite ready to stab Anne.

Catie: *small voice, not having noticed Anne yet* i...i know i couldn't do something like that by myself. i'm not that strong, or nearly that brave. *hands still. feet still. no shaking. no stuttering. be a good Kin*

Aerin Thomas: A blink, as he looks over to Anne...and sighs. "Jesus Fuck, Anne!"

Anne Tralbor: She smiles - albiet nervously - to Shadow, and withdraws a picture from the case. It's one that's never far, a raven flying against the sun. She needs some trademark. Held in hand, up, to let him see. And a gesture to the ravens on the wall.

Catie: *does lose control enough to cringe when everyone starting getting tense again. wide eyes dart up to Anne, rounding. looking about to dive over the back of the sofa and run as fast as her delicate little slipper-shoes can manage*

Brianna McCarthy: Aerin is near Catie. He'll protect her. Hard eyes focus on Anne, flicking to Bliss only now and then. His orders dictate her move.

Aerin Thomas: "Guys, she's...well, relatively okay."

Shadow's Blissful Silence: He regards Anne, panting lightly. "You're a raven?" He asks slowly. His voice is soft, low, and without its usual purr.

Anne Tralbor: A nod, as well, at Aerin. No weapons, and movements are sharp, birdlike. Shoulders ache, but she's sure as hell not going to lift her arms in here. A mouthed 'hi', but no sound.

Catie: *blinks several times, brow furrowing.....frowns slightly* Silence?

Anne Tralbor: She grins as Aerin says that, and nods, affirming it. Then another nod to Bliss, and fingers flick at the picture again, tucking the photgraph away

Aerin Thomas: "Anne Tralbor, ladies and gentlemen. She works for the Concerto Club."

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Well," he says, settling back onto the couch with a heavy sigh. "You have no idea how much I've missed my raven like you. No one's stared at my hair when I braided shiny things into it quite like that since Matt."

Anne Tralbor: Well, that's an introduction. In trousers, so she can't curtsy, but she bows slightly, one hand at her stomach. Polite enough

Brianna McCarthy: Okay. Bliss is settling back down. She slooooowly puts the knife away. Slowly. Very slowly.

Catie: *blinks curiously at Bliss* why braid shiny things in your hair? why not just wear a shiny ribbon? * honestly puzzled--people really braid things in their hair? not just for a ball or costume party?*

Anne Tralbor: A one-sided grin, and a nod, as she moves to sit crosslegged o the carpet she'd been preening on. Brushing at her hair, and looking on with interest

Catie: *lets herself relax again. slowly*

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Because of the sound," he says to Catie. "I'm rather fond of it. And...ribbon is for girls." He sticks his tongue out at Catie and chuckles.

Aerin Thomas: He chuckles a little bit, relaxing again.

Shadow's Blissful Silence: His eyes slide up to Aerin, watching him intnetly, and debating something.

Catie: oh. *then giggles softly* i shall find you somethign nice for your hair then. and know that my hoard of ribbon is safe from you. *touches the one in her hair now, lightly. although it's not shiny. just plain matte satin, worn like and Alice band*

Brianna McCarthy: She allows herself to sit back down, though eyes keep moving around now and then.

Aerin Thomas: A glance goes to Bliss, and brow quirks. "You gonna express that thought, Bliss?"

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "I'm working on it." He sighs. "Your family is, as I understand, more likely to know how to heal? Unicorn's blessing, and all that...."

Anne Tralbor: The slight woman withdraws an antique camera and fiddles with it. Then gestures to the painting, raising an eyebrow at Bliss

Aerin Thomas: "Typically, yeah." He nods.

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Go ahead," he says quietly to Anne.

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Do you?"

Anne Tralbor: He gets a bright smile, moving to stand before the picture. Facing away, and snapping carefully. Still eavesdropping

Aerin Thomas: "I do, indeed."

Catie: *sighs softly* i apologize--i need to go home now. *solemn blink* i want to make Chimal a good dinner before he goes off and does his meditations and the like. *not a chance she realizes how....."mate-ish" that just sounded.*

Shadow's Blissful Silence: Bliss hesitates, takes a deep breath, and hestitates again. "Could you come do something with this?" That request, for all he's ordered people around Aerin (and on occasion Aerin) about at will, was not at all easy for him to make.

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Of course, pet. It was lovely to meet you."

Brianna McCarthy: "Do you need someone to come with you Catie?" She tilts her head at the little kin.

Catie: *gives BLiss a shy, sweet smile* i hope we get to met again soon. and..if there's a way anyone can think of i could be useful with that..community, please tell me? i will help if i can. *nods, small face growing solemn as she rises* good night, everyone. it was wonderful to see you all again.

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "I'll be certain to. I presume that one of these people can tell me how to contact you?"

Catie: *shakes her head, tugging her cellphone from her bookbag's outer pocket* no thank you. i'll call, and wait just inside the building until my cab comes. *slips over to give Bri a hug*

Anne Tralbor: Snaps taken, she carefully slides another card from the camera case. Setting it down near Bliss, at his leisure to read. [Anne Tralbor, Photographer. Black and White, Silver Halide.] Also lists email, pager, textphone numbers

Catie: *nods to Bliss* yes, sir. Miss Brianna has my numbers. *considers* Mr. Aerin, do you? i honestly don't recall. *blushes* i can also just tell them to you.

Brianna McCarthy: She rises to hug Catie. "Alright, be safe..."

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "I'll have Brianna write them down for me."

Shadow's Blissful Silence: He looks over Anne's card, nodding a little.

Aerin Thomas: He nods, standing up, and walking over Bliss's direction, curious. "What do you need me to do something with?"

Catie: i will do my best. *smiles warmly to Brianna and nods to Bliss. queitly slips toward the door, with another smile. she does move quietly, too. funny thing, that.*

Catie: ((*hugs all around* good night, and thank you. *G*))

Aerin Thomas: "Good night, Catie." A wave to the girl.

Catie: *waves back and closes the door quietly behind herself*

Anne Tralbor: She smiles easily, and slips for the door as well, holding a hand up in farewell.

Brianna McCarthy: She settles back onto the couch, eyes watching Bliss, Aerin, and Anne.

Shadow's Blissful Silence: He picks his right hand up delicately, offering it to Aerin. "You don't have to heal it...just...find some way to make it stop distracting me." He seems insecure about giving his injured hand to Aerin at all, but he does keep it still, waiting.

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Thunder guard your steps," he says as the two leave.

Aerin Thomas: He looks the arm over for a moment. ((Per+Med))

Aerin Thomas: 8,9,2,2,5,

Brianna McCarthy: And she tracks Anne leaving. Tilting her head just faintly.

Shadow's Blissful Silence -> Aerin Thomas: The arm itself seems fine, although the request would likely explain why his hands are covered in silk.

Shadow's Blissful Silence -> Aerin Thomas: (You can use the same roll on the hand if you'd like, it's apparent that his arm is fine.)

Aerin Thomas -> Shadow's Blissful Silence: ((Yeah, sorry...by arm, I meant hand. :P))

Shadow's Blissful Silence: His lips twitch a little as Aerin unwraps the silk to get to his hand, twitching back to reveal fangs, but he stays still otherwise. It looks like he ripped his hand out of a wolf's mouth, the base of his palm and thumb are torn up, down into his wrist. Someone definitely wrapped it and cleaned it already, but there are still pretty deep, open gouges from teeth dragging through his flesh.

Aerin Thomas: "Holy shit, Bliss. This one of the guard wolves from the development?" He places his hands, very gently, over the wounds, and focuses. ((MT, WP))

Brianna McCarthy: She sits up much straighter upon seeing the damager to Bliss' hand. You'd think SHE was the trueborn, and he was the kin, with the amount of protectivness she's projecting

Aerin Thomas: 9,2,2,5,7,2,

Shadow's Blissful Silence: He sighs as the wounds close, head dropping a little to fall onto Aerin's hand. "Yeah. Apparently not all the puppies are kin."

Aerin Thomas: He purses his lips, and nods. "Got it. Damn..."

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Mmmmm?" He rolls his head sideways so he can look up at Aerin and still be a contact whore. "And thank you."

Aerin Thomas: "Just thinking." He sighs. "So they've got a fair amount of Trueborn Spirtals, not to mention Kinfolk on both sides of the breed."

Brianna McCarthy: She frowns, and very heavily, as she listens.

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Yeah. It qualifies as not a good situation. And they've had time to be there. If they learned anything from fighting Maia, I'd stay the hell away from their gardens...."

Aerin Thomas -> Aerin Thomas: 6,6,8,7,7,4,7,

Aerin Thomas: He drops to a crouch, to bring him and Bliss to a level field of vision. A small smile is on his face, respect and brotherly love for the man evident.. "Bliss...tell me what you want me to do. I'll do it. I'll have to talk to Ita if you want me to do this spy thing...but I'm there, long as she's good with it."

Brianna McCarthy: She watches, and then looks to her hands. She's really no help here- while she's not well known, she's known enough.

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "Just don't let anything eat me for the next fifteen minutes, and I think we'll be fine." He smiles. "Talk to her, if you're alright with it, I don't want to send in a pregnant kin, but it would be in so many ways the best option. And she seems...to have quite a lot of spirit. I don't mean for her to invite them over for tea, just live in the place and see what she hears."

Shadow's Blissful Silence: [And sadly I have to run soon, so we'll have to wrap this up in a few. 8(]

Aerin Thomas: A nod. "I'll ask her. As soon as I get an answer from her, I'll let you know." He stays where he is, letting Bliss maintain contact without protest...rather, he's quite comfortable with it.

Aerin Thomas: ((Gotcha))

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "You remember when I told you not to submit to me, ever, until we knew where we stood?"

Aerin Thomas: "I do remember that."

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "We do. I don't want to run you out of my house like that if I get crazy again. Okay?"

Aerin Thomas: "Okay..." He frowns a little bit, confused

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "I get like that," he gestures at where Altair was before reclaiming Aerin's hand. "I get freaked out and try to assert dominance and chase away anything that could be threatening and I just get a little crazy. I'd rather not...I just...do you have any idea what I'm talking about? You come from a far gentler tribe."

Brianna McCarthy: She raises eyes to watch the pair, but is otherwise still.

Aerin Thomas: "Ahh." He nods. "Understood, Bliss." A little smile. "I'm...well, you may have noticed. I tend to be much more human then wolf most of the time. I think you know why. That's maybe why I missed what you meant." His free hand comes up to rest on Bliss's shoulder. "I understand. Don't worry about it, Bliss."

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "But we aren't either," he says softly. "We are simply Garou, which is not some strange combination of both, but a creature where the whole is greater than simply a summation of parts. Trying to be either a human or a wolf is an insult to Th...Gaia."

Aerin Thomas: "I know." He nods. "I'm...still working on that. Ita helps, a lot." A bit of a grin. "I can't be totally issue-free. That would just be boring."

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "I have so many issues elsewhere what I am never has been." Bliss smiles and lets his eyes flutter closed. "You can stay, or not, but I'm sleeping. I got about no sleep last night. I have this thing with being in pain, where it drives me mad."

Aerin Thomas: A nod, and he smooths the other man's hair, very breifly. "Sleep, Bliss. Pleasant dreams."

Shadow's Blissful Silence: He sighs at the touch, and then laughs softly. "Lets not be asking for miracles tonight. Good night, m'friend."

Brianna McCarthy: The little kin remains out of the way and in the background, watching without a sound.

Shadow's Blissful Silence: "And you too doll, good night."

Aerin Thomas: "Well, I figure one of us should have them. Good night."

Brianna McCarthy: "Goodnight." Softly

Shadow's Blissful Silence: [And...wrap here I think. Brianna is staying, yes?]

Shadow's Blissful Silence -> Aerin Thomas: I'm guessing Aerin will go home at some point...?

Brianna McCarthy: ((If Aerin is...proooobably not. She wouldn't want to intrude))

Aerin Thomas: ((Aerin will go home, at some point, yes. He has a lady-friend to look after. *G* He'll hang to talk to Brianna for a few, maybe, then head home.))

Brianna McCarthy: ((Then indeed, Bri is staying))

Shadow's Blissful Silence: [Cool. You two are welcome to talk, but I have to run. Bliss will sleep whether they talk or not, he's cool like that.]

Shadow's Blissful Silence: [And thank you both much for an awesome scene.]

Aerin Thomas: ((*hugs the Fox* Thanks for the scene, hon. See you later!))

Brianna McCarthy: ((Fank you! *hugs*))

Aerin Thomas: He lets the man sleep, waiting until he's out cold to take his hand back, and looks over to Brianna, giving a soft smile. "Well. What a day, huh?" A wry chuckle. "How are you, Brianna?"

Brianna McCarthy: The kin has somehow managed to fit herself into a corner of the couch. Eyes flick from Bliss, to Aerin. "I'm doing alright. You?"

Aerin Thomas: "I'm...okay, I guess." He drops to take a seat on the floor, legs crossed Indian-style, and looks up to the woman. He shrugs. "Busy as always...you know me."

Brianna McCarthy: "Okay, you guess?" A little smile. She's strangely subdued. A small nod, at saying he's busy.

Aerin Thomas: "Well, you know. If you don't count undying monsters chasing us down, Set-worshipping vampires after us, shared dreams with a man who I can't even BEGIN to explain my feelings regarding, and about thirty other issues popping around my life, I'm peachy." He smiles. "You sure you're okay?"

Brianna McCarthy: "You need a vacation. Like... on another planet. Away. From everyone."

Aerin Thomas: A sigh, and he lays backward onto the carpet, legs still crossed, rubbing at his eyes. "Yeah, that would be nice. But hey, a barely-more-then-Ronin's work is never done, right? Least, that's what they keep telling me."

Brianna McCarthy: She shifts, reaching down to pet his hair a couple times. Trying to sooth.

Aerin Thomas: He's not upset...much to the point, he's quite calm. Very much so. He looks up at her, smiling a little. "You're good people, Brianna. You know that, right?"

Brianna McCarthy: She smiles a little to him. "So I've been told."

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah, well...it's true." A sigh. "You know, I've moved more this year then I have for most of my life. Ehhh, well. Hopefully, this one won't be permanent."

Brianna McCarthy: She continues to idly stroke his hair- she's pretty good at the comfort thing.

Aerin Thomas: "'Course, that's if Ita goes for it." A shrug. "If not, maybe I can go in alone, or bring another person in with me to play the role." He frowns slightly, considering.

Brianna McCarthy: "Or maybe not go." She says, her voice gentle. "Things change. It will all be figured out."

Aerin Thomas: "Oh, I know, Brianna." He smiles up at her. "I'm not stressing it. S'all good."

Brianna McCarthy: "Good." She says softly, finally pulling her hand away.

Aerin Thomas: A sigh, and he watches her. "You know...I noticed you didn't answer my question as to whether you were sure if you're okay or not. You tried to sneakily tempt me with a Mars vacation. That usually means you're not okay."

Brianna McCarthy: "Really, I'm fine." She smiles down to him, resting her cheek on the side of the couch.

Aerin Thomas: He tilts his head, watching her. ((Guess what? Peeeeeer+Eeeeeeeeemp))

Aerin Thomas: 3,2,4,8,6,3,3,

Brianna McCarthy -> Aerin Thomas: She seems releativly okay, if a little sad at -something-.

Brianna McCarthy: The kin quirks an eyebrow, watching him back.

Aerin Thomas: "You know...someone told me once," he begins conversationally, looking up at her with warm eyes that carry a hint of concern in them. "...that if you bottle your emotions up too long, and don't express them to friends who are willing to listen, that you'll develop split personalities." He nods sagely.

Brianna McCarthy: She gives a little grin down to him, curling up on the couch. "Is that so?"

Aerin Thomas: "Yep." He nods. "I didn't listen...and look at what happened."

Brianna McCarthy: She chuckles softly. "I'm fine Aerin, really. No worries about me."

Aerin Thomas: "The whyfore are shoo sad?" He sits up finally, and looks at her with a calm little smile. A hand goes out to rest on a forearm.

Brianna McCarthy: She rests her head on the couch, a soft 'mmm' from the girl. Eyes slide to Bliss, where he sleeps. "I just worry about them, I guess. Bliss, Stephen? That's really all I got. And there's so little I can do sometimes."

Aerin Thomas: He follows her gaze, and nods. "I know. I worry about them, too. But you do much more then you think, Brianna. Much more."

Brianna McCarthy: "I'm sure." She murmurs. "But I can't be there. There are pieces I can't pick up, wounds I can't heal. There's too much damage done to the both of them."

Aerin Thomas: "All wounds can heal, Brianna. They just take time." He smiles at her, mutedly. "Anything is fixable. There's not a doubt in my mind. And I know you do everything you can. No one could ever ask more."

Brianna McCarthy: She curls up a little more. "Everything I can, though, isn't enough sometimes. I know this. And it just makes me a little sad." A smile to him. "That's all."

Aerin Thomas: "It's enough." He nods. "It may not seem like it...but believe me, it helps." He pauses just a moment, to collect his thoughts.

Brianna McCarthy: "Thanks." She smiles to him.

Aerin Thomas: He looked, for just a moment, as if he was about to further make his point, but lets it drop at her thanks. "You're welcome." He smiles back, then sighs. "Well, I should get home. Got a pregnant pikey to watch after."

Brianna McCarthy: "Tell her I said hi?" The kin slowly rises, to walk him out. And to give him a tight hug.

Aerin Thomas: He returns the hug, smiling. "I will. Thanks, Brianna...I'll see you later." He looks to Bliss, then back to her. "Take care. Of both of you...not just him."

Brianna McCarthy: "I promise. You too Aerin."

Aerin Thomas: A smile, and he heads out.

Brianna McCarthy: She gently shuts and locks the door behind him. A moment of hesitation, and she heads over to Bliss, dropping down, and curling up with him.

Aerin Thomas: A moment, paused, outside the door, looking back at it, before he walks away, to his apartment, smiling gently.

Aerin Thomas: ((Aaand FTB, I think...))