Andrew Fisher: *he sits off to the side,
speaking quietly with himself* I am not going to be able to explain what is
going on when the trial happens, but I will answer your questions as best I can.
*cocks head as he listens* I do not want to offend the elders by speaking during
the gathering more than I have to, and only about what is important. *listens*
Laidan: She slinks up silently next to
Andrew.
Andrew Fisher: *he nods a little* Yes, I
promise to answer your questions afterwards though. But I cannot during the
discussion. *a little shrug and falls silent, placing a hand on Lai's shoulder*
Laidan: She sits near his feet, leaning
heavily against him.
Singha: In the privacy of the
shanty town, where only Garou and kin are allowed, near the caern heart of
Turtle Pond, Momma Leilani, the Sept Leader, and Poppe Rustcruncher, the
Ritemaster, await the others attending the proceeding.
Singha: Guards are
posted around the perimeter, to keep prying and unwanted eyes from the
proceedings. In one of the huts, the Crinos forms of the Warder and three
guardians shimmer into view, along with the prisoner.
Troy Lawrence: He follows the group of suits to
Shantytown, an intrigued poise to his walk.
Garou ast: *Miranda waits,
conferring with the Elders briefly, taught and wiry arms folded, eyes dark and
gleaming with firmly held purpose.*
Andrew Fisher: *eyes flick over to the
approaching group and he gives Lai's shoulder a little squeeze* They come.
Singha: Ventura
Somis, the Warder, a larger, well muscled mountain of Crinos Black Fury
Philodoxness, motions the guards to escort Alexis out into the ritual circle.
Alexis Donovan: Alexis stands quietly
between them, head held high and shoulders squared though his eyes rest on hte
ground. He's a handsome man, with striking features and a shoulder-length mane
of thick, black hair. He's dressed neatly though the clothing is likely
something Lex would pick for herself, more then something a forty year old
Shadow Lord would chose.
Laidan:
2,6,5,10,7,6,2,
Laidan: "I know." Is all she says softly
to Andrew.
Singha: Guido and
his pack, all wearing their immaculate Armani suits, stand along the North edge
of the ritual Circle.
Joshua Coil [lupus]: *He walks in from the
Park, in lupus. He keeps his head raised until he enters the actual Town, and
then he sits. Not too close, really. His head lowers slightly.*
Troy Lawrence: He takes a seat wherever is
appropriate, scanning around, interestedly.
Eddie: *is very quiet as she slips in, looking for Andy to
sit near him*
Garou ast: *Ingvar waits off
to the side, smoothing his apparel distantly.*
Troy Lawrence: ((Am playing logging-boy, as per usual, FYI.))
Garou ast: *Miranda turns,
regarding the assembled, a hard, scarred plank of a woman as she awaits the
accused.*
Discard: Discard approaches the shantytown
quietly, hands in her pockets. She's wearing her old attire-- beat-up coat,
ratty t-shirt, gross jeans.
Eddie: *gives Josh a very small wave,
hoping to draw his attention and not the Elders'. and practices the fine art of
keeping her trap shut again*
Frank Poundmaker: *the haggard cree man surveys the crowd from his position in the grass. dull blck eyes glitter as he sits in silence.*
Joshua Coil [lupus]: *Canine head
swivels to the wave, but he looks quite somber. Ears swiveling frontwards. A
small nod to the cub, and then back to the accused.*
Laidan: Laidan sits curled near Andrew.
Looking, well... pathetically small right now.
Andrew Fisher: *sits off to the side with his
hand on Laidan's back, watching the goings on and arrivals with curiousity*
Alexis Donovan: Lex moves forward with his
guard, silent, eyes watching from beneath lowered lashes.
Eddie: *finds a comfortable position
crosslegged beside Andy and a bit behind him, holding her duffel in her lap and
smoothing the straps idly*
Discard: Once within the town, she moves
quietly and carefully, sure not to block anyone's view or get in the way of
those in attendance. She cranes her neck to see as she moves slowly forward.
Garou ast: *Once in sight,
Miranda's eyes do not leave Lex.. her gaze hard, but level.*
Liam MacKenzie: *slowly but surely walking
on along in as well, quiet and keeping to himself, hands thrust in his pockets*
Joshua Coil [lupus]: *He slowly plods
closer to Discard. And sits down by her side. Quite calmly.*
Sadie Blackfoot: Walks in.
Alexis Donovan:
8,4,6,3,6,7,
Sadie Blackfoot: Blue eyes pass over
those assembled and she finds an out of the way place to watch. She has no
friends here.
Alexis Donovan: He stiffens slightly at
seeing Liam, eyes lifting finally, pain in their depths and shame.
Singha: THe
guards take up their positions outside the circle. Ventura moves over to join
the assembled elders, shifting down to her homid form, which is a burly, thick
necked, scarred woman of obvious Greek descent.
Discard: Discard sits by Josh wordlessly,
then lowers her hood and letting it fall around her horns.
Eddie: *gives another very small wave
to Liam, then subsides, fiddling with her duffel's straps some more*
Frank Poundmaker: *his eyes slide from
Miranda to Lex. hmmf. city wolves. city politics. that one should be simply
killed. *
Garou ast: *There is a
certain amount of shifting about.. silence closes only slowly as the group comes
to pay attention.. the sights and sounds seem drawn away by a nearly sacred
hush.*
Desiree Vespucci: Comes walking up,
curious in spite of herself.
Liam MacKenzie: *deep breath in and slowly
let out, he finds a place to watch and quietly looks about*
Altair al'Zaib Rayyan: He moves into
the shanty town slowly, regally. He's a tall man wearing arabic robes, most of
his face obscured. Bronzed skin visible, along with a shock of blondish brown
hair and dark brown eyes. He carrys a princely bearing that is impossible to
mistake for anything but SF blood (PB 3).
Alexis Donovan: Lex swallows and drops his
eyes, locking them on the earth beneath his feet.
Sadie Blackfoot: Ebony hair, so dark the
highlights are violet, frames a sharp face with high cheek bones. Her skin is
fair, and eyes are a bright sapphire blue. When those eyes catch you, there’s no
denying there’s something wild beneath that meek façade (animal magnetism).
Anyone with an eye for such things would probably guess she’s wolf or kin
(purebred 5).
Alexis Donovan: Lex swallows and drops
his eyes, locking them on the earth beneath his feet.
Sadie Blackfoot: Ebony hair, so dark the
highlights are violet, frames a sharp face with high cheek bones. Her skin is
fair, and eyes are a bright sapphire blue. When those eyes catch you, there’s no
denying there’s something wild beneath that meek façade (animal magnetism).
Anyone with an eye for such things would probably guess she’s wolf or kin
(purebred 5).
Desiree Vespucci: A sort of average
looking woman, with dark Italian features. Well dressed in conservative clothes.
Those who keep up with politics might recognize her as a member of the World
Policy Institute.
Sadie Blackfoot: Idly wonders why they
chose this setting for the judgement.
Altair al'Zaib Rayyan: His gaze slides
across to Sadie, attracted to her inspite of his interest in the proceedings.
Troy Lawrence: ((Ahh, let's get DD-y.
Money and power...that’s what the man projects. He’s quite attractive, in the
high-born, aristocratic way, somewhere in his mid-20’s, with well- formed
cheekbones, a slightly hawkish nose, immaculate skin, and perfectly coiffed
blonde hair, going down to his collar. His eyes, a dark green, hold a cynical,
dismissive look in them, behind a pair of small glasses. His body is toned, the
body of a man who has worked for his muscle-mass, rather then being blessed with
it, and is contained within an tailored suit, sport coat open. An attache case
is ever present nearby, as well as a cell phone at his hip. Everything about the
man’s appearance is tailored to perfection, to present no weakness to an enemy,
whether that be on the job or on the battlefield. ((SF PB 4; Mistaken ID, Troy
Harris))
Joshua Coil [lupus]: *He simply sits
there. Watches the proceedings ,the entering people. A nod of respect for Guido,
and for the Elders.*
Garou ast: *The hard woman
turns again, her eyes scraping the group.* All right. Shut up. *The few
remaining voices are silenced as kin who do not see or smell the assembled- and
cannot feel the hush settling over others.*
Alexis Donovan: Lex turns his attention to
Miranda, focusing on her without lifting his eyes from the ground.
Laidan: She shifts a bit, and then goes
perfectly still.
Troy Lawrence: His eyes remain on
Miranda, nodding a little at her order. He wasn't speaking, anyway.
Altair al'Zaib Rayyan: He returns his gaze
to the proceedings, eyes showing a bit of curiosity, as well as solemnity.
Frank Poundmaker: *his eyes don't leave
Miranda.. waiting* (ping if anyone needs frank's dd)
Garou ast: *She focuses on
Lex. Then her even, steady voice slips through the crowd again.* State yo name,
Alexis. *Her eyes flick to the Shadow Lord* The younger one.
Discard: Discard and Josh remain just
about as invisible as anyone present, genuinely intoning all of the necessary
respects but otherwise totally unnoticeable. Granted, the mutt girl's unusual
beauty and horns stand out, but she does little else to attract attention.
Alexis Donovan: "Alexis Savannah DOnovan,
also known as Hacks the Wyrm, Cliath Ahroun of the Glass Walkers," he rumbles.
Garou ast: *Miranda nods,
black eyes flickering against Lex's face.* In the last two months, you have
violated nearly every point of the Litany meant to preserve a dwindling but
proud people. You have undergone a Rite of Passage. There is no excuse for your
crimes, and the heart of your people is hollow to you. None will place their
back against yours, and none will run beside you. Deepest and furthest I have
decided, you have caused a wound on that Tribe which gave you peace that of your
birth would not. You have fought the Wyrm alongside the blood of your tribe and
called yourself by their name. You will recieve the punishment of our sept- but
first you will hear the word of the most senior amongst your own. The Greatest
of Station Above You. *She looks to Guido, then nods.*
Alexis Donovan: He nods and lifts his
eyes, settling them briefly on Guido before dropping them submissivly to the
ground once again, throat working.
Mercury: ~there...standing beside Andrew~
Frank Poundmaker: *his body tenses. mouth
working as he chews on his own carefully concealed disdain, he looks from Guido
to Lex*
Singha: "I am
Donotello "Guido" Volare, Wiseguy Elder of the Glasswalkers, Acting Don of the
House of Rightful Justice. Henceforth, you are no longer a Child of Cockroach.
You are declared Ronin and outcast, a charach who's only saving grace is that
you may yet birth a child. It is for this reason, and this reason only your
execution has been stayed and you have been granted a life."
Mercury: ((And of course, Chimal is there as
well, but just keeping it to the one IC for the trial.))
Alexis Donovan: The broad shoulders sag at
the mention of a child and his hand curls over the taught abdomen. "Thank you,
Rhya."
Altair al'Zaib Rayyan: He raises a single
brow at this, lips pursing beneath the fabric covering the lower half of his
face.
Garou ast: *A ripple passes
through the watching garou. Maybe she didn't hear... she was not to use those
words. A sort of straining at an unseen restraint, then silence.*
Liam MacKenzie: *fingers twitch and brows
furrow oddly and deeply, but otherwise hes quiet, eyes firmly fixed on the
ground before him listening*
Alexis Donovan: He winces visibly and
bites down on hs lower lip as that ripple passes through the crowd.
Troy Lawrence: He watches with interest,
his eyes passing from Elder to Elder, with occasional, scornful glances to
Alexis. He doens't know her, but someone who has done things so heinous doesn't
deserve the luxury of being known before such a look is warranted.
Mercury: ~The Glasswalker turns his face
away from the one who is no longer family.~
Discard: Discard's look is dead. The metis
is too honest to feign neutrality.
Eddie: *shivers very slightly and keeps
quiet*
Joshua Coil [lupus]: *He lowers his head.*
Singha: HE looks to
the man next to him, who pulls out a PDA and taps in something, then hands the
device and stylus to Guido, who holds the PDA up. "With my signature to this,
you are hereby deleted." And he signs the PDA
Laidan: She curls tightly into Andrew
Alexis Donovan: He swallows a soft sound
of pain and forces his shoulders rigid, knees locking.
Andrew Fisher: *an arm slips around Laidan
and the normally calm look directed at Lex is disdainful before his attention
turns from the ronin to listen to the elders*
Frank Poundmaker: *well boo-hoo. his eyes
narrow at the proceedings, cree man looking very tired.. its hard not to snort
derisively as she's "deleted".. and he slowly rises. fuck it. picking up litter
was doing more than attending some wyrmbringer's joke of justice*
Mercury: He watches his Elder with
considerable interest. And fervently prays to the Goddess that he never have to
face him for being in trouble.
Altair al'Zaib Rayyan: Poundmaker feels a
strong hand on his back pressing him down, and a commanding rumble declare in a
quiet but firm voice. "Remain. Lest you shame yourself in the eyes of the
spirits."
Joshua Coil [lupus]: *Heh... Merc
thinks he's got it bad... he had to talk to Guido just ONCE and thought he was
going to wet his pants... He keeps his head lowered, not looking up at Lex
again.*
Eddie: *eyes wide, places her palms flat
on her thighs and begins to do finger excercises. her attention focused on the
Elders and un-family*
Garou ast: *Her voice rises
again as Guido's stills. Her face twitches slightly.. something not allowed to
be shown on such a hallowed occasion passes across her eyes... a coldly burning
rage. Lex is nothing to her as she speaks.* The Rite of Ostracism. You will bear
its full burden- you will never feel the Wolf again, but the danger you present
your people so casually will be over.
Alexis Donovan: His eyes go wide,
flying up to Miranda's face, muscles standing out along arms and shoulders as
his body goes horribly tense. "My wolf..."
Mercury: A shiver at those words.
Garou ast: *Her eyes sink
closed as ancient and powerful things gather... hushing even the breath. The
final arbiters wait to deny or pass their aggreement of her Judgement.*
Garou ast:
6,7,7,9,2,5,7,
Garou ast: ((whoops))
Garou ast: 4,
Mercury: And if it's so horrible for Merc,
what must Eddie be feeling? He takes her hand in his in a brotherly fashion,
giving it a light, reassuring squeeze.
Frank Poundmaker: *Frank seems to be
listening, but not to the proceedings or the man who thinks he can touch him.
dark eyes drip with scorn, lip curling. He continues away quietly, unless the
man would prefer to make a scene*
Eddie: *squeezes his hand back, flashing a
small, tight little smile, then returning her attention to the trial*
Troy Lawrence: He nods to himself slightly
in approval. Sound judgment, if the accused is to be spared death.
Singha: Guido and
his pack declare "Of all Gaia's Children, I have no such...kin." And they turn
their backs on Alexis.
Alexis Donovan: He keens softly, brown
eyes closing, tears rolling down his cheeks...
Garou ast: *A HOWL, bloody
and sorrowful- ripping from the air around Lex and fading into nothing. That
hazy shimmer, that vibrancy and power coloring her form, and that of all
Trueborn, flickers and dies in a moment. Was that horrible sound ever really
heard? Regardless, it echoes through all assembled, and Miranda's voice rises in
a quiet, empty statement.* Alexis Donovan Hacks-the-Wyrm... I have no such
sister. *With that, the hard, scarred black woman turns, facing away.*
Alexis Donovan: Weightless suddenly and so
empty, Lex crumples to the ground, shoulders shaking with silent sobs.
Joshua Coil [lupus]: *And as a Glasswalker,
he speaks the words in his wolf form, as well.* ~ws~ ... no such kin...
Eddie: *shudders, body half dropping to
the groud. were she in lupus it'd be a full-blown submissive display*
Discard: Her eyes twitch, pupils vibrating
in a moment of sorrowful panic. The rest of her body does not move. After that
moment, the movement is gone.
Altair al'Zaib Rayyan: His gaze follows
Poundmaker, and he too turns his back when the others do, walking away from the
criminal.
Liam MacKenzie: *those brows still keep
furrowed, the fingers still twitching, and he looks up finally, an odd glance
given to merc, eddie, and even the elders briefly, back to eddie again before
they look back to the ground*
Mercury: A deep, terrible shiver at the
howl and the aftermath. He says clearly, "I have no such sister." And turns his
back on Lex. Whether it was improper or not, he doesn't know, he's never seen
the rites before.
Andrew Fisher: *he shakes his head and turns
his head away from the Kin* I know no such kin.
Garou ast: *Even the spirits
weighing the air move away, turning their backs and moving through the Umbra
away... taking their prize, and their burden. none dares even the though of
looking Beyond.. those are faces one does not want to see.*
Alexis Donovan: His fingers dig into the
earth, clinging to the Mother for the first time in his life...Her life. For the
first time since she was five, Lex was missing that fire that had driven her...
Laidan: "I have no such sister." Just a
whisper. Barely heard.
Frank Poundmaker: *and the thin cree man
walks out of Shanty town, having never had such kin to begin with, a gum wrapper
snatched from the grass with a scarred hand as he moves to do something
productive with his evening, leaving the wyrmbringers to their games*
Troy Lawrence: He follows suit as well,
turning his back to this thing that doesn't deserve his notice, walking off. "I
know no such kin."
Discard: She tilts her head a little bit and
gazes at the broken form. "... no such friend," she murmurs to herself, her tone
indecipherable.
Mercury: ((Chimal, of course, turned his
back, too.))
Andrew Fisher: *he rises from the ground with
Laidan, an arm around her shoulders, the large man standing protectively over
the blind woman*
Altair al'Zaib Rayyan: He follows Frank
out of the shanty town, his face a stoney promise of trouble to come as his way
parts from that of the Cree.
Laidan: She hesitates, at something... who
knows what. But she moves listlessly with Andrew. A sound in her throat, half
seeking Discard.
Alexis Donovan: He cries, body curled over
his knees, hands dug into the earth. So empty. No fire. No family. No child....
Troy Lawrence: He walks off, glancing at
those around him doing the same. Those who look upset or saddened, he ignores.
Justice has been served.
Discard: Discard runs a hand over Josh's
fur and stands, then moves toward Laidan.
Eddie: *shivers her way upright, after
ANdy stands, holding her stomach as if punched. eyes firmly ~down~*
Mercury: He doesn't look upset or saddened,
but definitely shaken by the ritual itself.
Joshua Coil [lupus]: *He remains where he
is, but leans into the petting. His head remains down.*
Altair al'Zaib Rayyan: He exits the park
into a waiting car and is driven off.
Mercury: He rests a heavy, muscled arm over
Eddie's shoulders and pulls her a little tighter to their packmates.
Liam MacKenzie: *taking a deep breath,
mercury and eddie both, eyes down or not, get another look as he makes his way
towards them*
Singha: Guido and
his pack walk away, Guido handing the PDA back to the man who slips it away in
his suit pocket. The men head across the park toward the waiting limo.
Eddie: *eases up next to Merc. never
having seen or felt anythign this terrifying since Sabrina*
Andrew Fisher: *eyes flick around to his
packmates, a calming gaze, there is more to be accomplished than worrying at the
loss of a fallen Garou*
Mercury: He looks to Liam and simply holds
out a hand to him.
Laidan: She half curls into Discard
too.
Troy Lawrence: And off he walks, out of
the Park. This is...a bad time for introductions, it seems. Later. He heads back
to his office. Always work to be done...
Eddie: *breathes in, breathes out,
slowly....reaches out to Liam*
Discard: Discard's powerful, wiry form slips
an arm about Laidan, moving to Andrew's other side and helping support the blind
girl.
Garou ast: ((Doh)) *Ingvar in
turn performs correctly, but before he moves away pale eyes meet the senior
Alexi's for only a moment. And a nod is given one must look closely to see. The
young Judge remembers.*
Andrew Fisher: *the deep calm voice comes
rumbling forth* Come. We have work to do.
Discard: Discard is quiet, but moves with
Andrew and Laidan.
Liam MacKenzie: *he looks struck,
confused, and looks towards the elders once more, leaving and whatnot, before
looking back to merc, murmuring quickly*
Eddie: *nods and straightens up slowly*
should change, in case. Andy....? *uncertainly*
Mercury: Andrew: "We go now?" Ready for a
fight. Really wanting to feel his wolf in him at the moment.
Alexis Donovan: The sobs quiet to soft,
jerky breathing and lex slowly pulls himself upright, handsome face slack and
numb.
Laidan: She moves with Andrew and Discard.
Andrew Fisher: *nods at the questions* Let's
go elsewhere to talk. ((Reservoir room peeps?))
Eddie: *shakes her head and squares her
shoulders* never mind. work to do.
Eddie: ((sure thing. meet you there.))
Laidan: ((Sounds fine to me))
Singha:
Eventually, all that's left are the guards and the Warder, who after having
turned their back and denied knowing Lex, stand ready to escort the stranger
outside the bawn.
Discard: (( okay. ))
Joshua Coil [lupus]: *He nods, and he goes
to follow. But first, a gathering of clothing and guns.*
Mercury: Liam: "I don't know. You need to speak to a Philodox. Ingvar Urgahaldt is a good one to go to." Practically the only one Merc knows. "I must go with my pack. I'll call you later to talk."
Mercury: He says it compassionately,
giving Liam a powerful hug before he turns to follow his pack.
Alexis Donovan: He stands, shaking softly,
hands scrubbing at his face before pushing through his hair.
Liam MacKenzie: *everyone gone,
everyone leaving, a look of confusion and frustration sours his features as he
heads off himself*
Alexis Donovan: "I'm ready," he murmurs,
coughing to clear his throat before swallowing another, soft sob.
Singha: They
don't acknowledge it spoke, simply begin walking with it toward the nearest
exit, all shifted down to homid.
Alexis Donovan: He allows himself to be
escorted, falling silent as the subtleties begin to sink in.
Singha: And once it is beyond the bawn, they turn their backs on it and let it wander off into the city.