Troy Lawrence: Troy's apartment,
interestingly, is very much different from his office. Where as his office in
the NY County DA's office is simple to the point of being spartan, his condo is
quite lavishly furnished--as befitting a Silver Fang Royalist--without being
gaudy. Everything is done in dark greens and browns. Leather couches, a large
coffee table, several bookshelves...topics range from war philosophy to
political theory to many, many law journals. He seems to be quite the fan of
Victorian literature, as well. Everything's perfectly in place, as it is on
Troy.
Desiree Vespucci: ((arrives!))
Laidan: Being blind, she missese the
perfection that is Troy's home. She is, however, pretty damn aware it's Troy's
place, and it's a nice place, so the metis stands a little bit out of the way,
quietly.
Desiree Vespucci: A bit rustic for her
tastes, but lovely none the less.
Troy Lawrence: "Miss Laidan...please. Take
a seat." He doesn't bother effecting a smile...she can't see, after all. He
merely takes her by the arm, an assertive grip, without being foreful, and leads
her to the couch.
Joshua Coil: *He brings coffee. In a
carrier. Four of them. An extra for himself. No meeting is complete without
coffee.*
Laidan: She moves easily, used to being
led around, and settles into a seat. Fingers idly press to the leather, not a
fabric she's used to. "Thank you."
Troy Lawrence: He nods a little as
Laidan sits down. "You are welcome." A smile to Desiree, and he goes to the door
as Joshua comes up and opens it for him, letting him in. "Good evening, Mr.
Coil. Please, come in."
Desiree Vespucci: Nods to the smile,
leaning back in the overstuffed chair she's selected, looking quite comfortable.
Joshua Coil: Thank you, Sir, *he says
softly.* coffee? Anyone? *He looks around. After all, any they don't drink, he
will.*
Laidan: She gives a little waveto Joshua
as he enters, though she doesn't know Desiree.
Desiree Vespucci: "I'd love one, Joshua.
Thank you." Noting he does indeed have a last name.
Laidan: "No thank you." She murmurs.
Joshua Coil: *He hands one over to
Desiree, and the remainders are placed on coasters.*
Troy Lawrence: "I will take a coffee, yes."
He takes a coffee and moves to stand in a central location. "Thank you all for
coming. Eddie, unfortunately, was unable to make it, but I advised her that I
would bring her up to speed on all events discussed here."
Desiree Vespucci: Accepts the coffee with
a smile, and rises to seek out cream and sugar.
Joshua Coil: *He nods, and looks ot the
spare coffee. Three for him, then. He sips at the one in his hand, as he takes a
seat on the floor by the table, cross-legged.*
Troy Lawrence: There is cream and sugar on
the bar, already laid out, as well as a few glasses and a few bottles to
alcohol, for those interested. It appears that someone is quite used to the
aspects of running such meetings.
Laidan: She stops idly petting the
leather, and moves to rest her hands in her lap, quietly.
Desiree Vespucci: Sweetens and lightens
her coffee, then returns to her seat, legs demurely crossed, dress smoothed over
her knees.
Troy Lawrence: "I believe everyone here is
aware of my intentions toward forming a pack, involving myself, Joshua, Desiree,
and Eddie. Miss Laidan contacted me this morning in regards to joining with us
as well, and has information from the elders in regards to an item that the Sept
is needing retrieved...something that can suffice for getting our quest taken
care of."
Laidan: She nods slightly.
Desiree Vespucci: Listens politely, saving
her questions for the end of his talk. Most of this is quite new to her.
Joshua Coil: *He remains silent as well,
sipping at his coffee.*
Troy Lawrence: His gaze turns to Laidan.
"Miss Laidan. If you could explain this situation regarding the torc?"
Laidan: "Of course." A small nod, and a
slight pursuing of her lips. "According to Poppa Rustcruncher, there was a pack
called the Brass Arm pack, that was gifted a powerful fetish by Stag, a torc.
This torc was lost in a battle with Black Spiral Dancers in a Pocket Wyrm Realm
in New Jersey. One of the Spiral's was Malcolm De Witt's twin sister, Lucinda.
Its said that she, and mant of those she worked with have been killed, but
that's -not- for sure. It was never heard if the fetish was recovered. The realm
itself should be abandoned too, but again... should be. If we get thos torc, it
can be used to hold down the corrupt bear totem that's plauging the Asian pack
too." Her voice quiet. "I spoke to Mr. De Witt too, and gathered information
from him as well."
Desiree Vespucci: *sips her coffee, eyes
on Laidan*
Laidan: A deep breath, and she details
the pack members, that the stupid player lost. And promises to get back to
everyone. "Mr. De Witt said the pack went into the Belly of the Serpent, which
is the dungeon part of the Serpent's Realm, which was seen in a prophetic dream
by one of the pack members. They were fighting to free one of the pack members,
which ha been kidnapped by Malcolm's mother, a corrupt Black Fury Kinfolk with
infernalist powers, and Luncinda. The Torc was lost to Lucinda. The Physical
location of the Serpent Realm corrsponds to a mansion along the Hudson in New
Jersey's upscale riverside neighborhoods across from Staten Island. It was owned
by a man named Scott Foster, who was a rank 4 BSD and one of the followers of
Angu, and was killed by Stonewall and the Brass Arm Pack." A pause to collect
all her thoughts.
Laidan: "Mr. De Witt thinks that if the
torc is from Stag, it would have been given to someone known as the Black
Knight, who was a corrupted fae, also a follower of Angu. The Black Knight fell
in the battle over Ellis Island. If he had the fetish, it might still be there,
in the Shadowlands of Ellis Island." She goes quiet.
Troy Lawrence: He nods to Laidan. "So,
then, we would be heading into this Pocket Wyrm Realm, to locate the torc. Do we
have any way of knowing what kind of resistance will be there, residually?
perhaps scouting it out, if that is possible?"
Laidan: She hesitates. "We -can- ask Stag
to help guide us. But he may be reluctant to speak to me, if at all."
Desiree Vespucci: "Have you offended Stag
in the past?" she asks Laidan, giving her a curious look.
Joshua Coil: *He looks up to Laidan.* Why?
You are of his Children, aren't you?
Laidan: "Stag is not fond of metis." She
says softly.
Laidan: A pause. "But as Poppa said... he
probably likes powerful gifted fetish in the hands of spirals less."
Troy Lawrence: "Indeed." He nods. "But the
fact that you are Fianna may counter-balance that some, no?"
Joshua Coil: Perhaps we can find
another Fianna, *he murmurs.* If he doesn't respond to you.
Laidan: "Or just someone who can speak to
spirts." She tilts her head to Josh, and nods to Troy. "This is what I hope."
Joshua Coil: *He shrugs, and lowers his
head again.*
Troy Lawrence: "I will go with you to speak
with Stag." A short nod. "I have the capability to do so, should he refuse to
speak with you."
Laidan: She again nods to Troy, easily.
Perfect solution to her.
Desiree Vespucci: "One would think that
Stag would be proud that one of his children, in spite of a difficult handicap,
was still striving for the good of all. Not that I know anything about spirits,
but... come on."
Joshua Coil: Adaptation doesn't work for
all Tribes, *he says quietly.* Maybe things work differently.
Laidan: "If you don't know about
spirits... don't assume." She tilts her head. "We are a living embodiment of a
Garou's weakness and sin. It is easy to see why some don't like us."
Troy Lawrence: "Spirits, Desiree, tend to
be exceptionally single-minded in purpose. Stag is, thus, very single-minded in
his purpose. And that purpose, as it happens, does not generally include metis."
A small smile, almost sympathetic, for the sake of those who can see. "We will
see how he reacts toward Laidan, and proceed from there."
Desiree Vespucci: Leaning towards Laidan.
"Really? These spirits are possessed of human prejudices then?" Sounding a bit
surprised. She had rather envisioned them as something a bit more... divine.
Joshua Coil: *It's hard to tell what he's
feeling. The cup empty of coffee. First one. He crushes it, and reaches for
another from the carrier.*
Joshua Coil: ((I'm gonna crash... assume
he sits there and drinks the last coffee.))
Laidan: "It's not human prejudice, they're
spirits. They can be born of such things, I guess." She tilts her head. "Me
being a metis is not human... it's Garou. I'm a sterile creature, unable to keep
a line of Garou, and physically flawed. We can be burdens. And not all spirits
have this issue. I've gotten along fine with nearly all."
Laidan: ((Night night *hugs*))
Desiree Vespucci: Listens, absorbing the
new information. "I do apologize if my questions seem... obvious or simple. I'm
still rather new to the whole, garou-thing."
Laidan: "It's fine." She says softly.
Desiree Vespucci: "Thank you, for your
patience."
Laidan: She nods a little again,
fingers fidgeting with her dress, absently smoothing it.
Troy Lawrence: "Stag is associated with
verility, and that, surely, has a motivation for his difficulty with metis." He
nods. "I am not entirely familiar with him, but it would make sense to me." A
look goes to Laidan. "We will speak to him together. Now...what else? We will be
traveling into the Dark Umbra, you said?"
Laidan: "Yes."
Troy Lawrence: A nod. "All right. So
information on there would be good, as well." He considers this a moment.
Laidan: "It's not a very nice place." She
murmurs very quietly.
Troy Lawrence: "I would gather not." He
looks to Desiree to explain. "By Dark Umbra, we mean the lands of the dead."
Desiree Vespucci: "Sounds.. intriguing." A
hint of caution in her tone. "We won't be visiting Hell, I hope?"
Laidan: It takes her a moment to figure
out what she means by 'Hell'. A pause as she contemplates this. "It's just... a
bad, and dead place. And in the Umbra... anything can happen, to be honest. It
can be unpredictable."
Desiree Vespucci: Nods. "My rite of
passage took place in a rather nasty part of the Umbra."
Troy Lawrence: A slight nod, as he lets the
Theurge explain.
Laidan: "And it can get nastier." She
explains. "There are ghosts, there are wars... in the Shadowlands. And we get to
go to a place where Sprials once were. Expect nasty, and worse, I would assume.
Not just pyshical things... but things that can mess with your mind too. Those
are just as devastating." She lowers her head.
Troy Lawrence: He nods. "Exaclty. These are
the things we must be prepared to face."
Desiree Vespucci: "How exactly do we
prepare for things that can attack our mind? Will we be going to the dark umbra
on Ellis Island or at the old mansion? And if it's the latter, who owns the
property?"
Laidan: "There is a possiblity of it being
in both areas." She admits. "It was lost in the Serpent Realm, technically, but
if the torc was given to the night, it may be in the Shadowlands of Ellis
Island. And... what about the property?" Someone doesn't get trespassing.
Desiree Vespucci: "If we need access to
the property, it might be good to know who owns it."
Troy Lawrence: "Information for us to
learn, Desiree." He nods. "Perhaps you can speak with Mr. DeWitt about that?"
Laidan: "Uhm..." She says quietly, and
then 'looks' to Troy. He did get her the papers after all.
Laidan: "About which part?"
Desiree Vespucci: "Why Mr. DeWitt? The
city Recorders Office should have the information."
Troy Lawrence: ((Gaah, I misread the
information previously supplied. Sorry, guys, attention has been split. Delete
my last post))
Desiree Vespucci: ((kk, then dlp mine
too))
Laidan: ((No problem))
Troy Lawrence: "Information for us to
learn, Desiree." He nods. "I can attempt to access the public records of who
owns the location...fairly commonplace, in my duties. See what you can find the
information as well, in case my own efforts are blocked."
Desiree Vespucci: "I'll check the tax
office and county recorder. I'll need the street address though."
Laidan: "I'll see if Malcolm can clarify
on which area would be best to look, or we may have to start in one place, and
then move to the next. Or... again, speak with Stag."
Troy Lawrence: Another short nod.
"Excellent, Miss Laidan. Speak with Mr. DeWitt...after that, we will go together
to speak with Stag."
Laidan: She seems much calmer, and more
confidant, then when it all first started. She nods slowly to Troy, agreeing.
Troy Lawrence: He folds his arms, face calm
and quite satisfied with the entire situation. "Are there any questions?"
Laidan: "Not at this time, no."
Desiree Vespucci: Glances at the others.
She's rather sure she'll have more as things progress.
Desiree Vespucci: "Likely more will crop
up, but I'm good for now."
Troy Lawrence: "All right." He nods. "I
believe, in forming this pack, we will become a lightning rod for the Sept. The
Sept has not, obviously, had a pack in quite some time...I've heard mention of
beliefs the Sept is cursed in that way. We will break that curse. And a strong
pack we will be, the five of us."
Laidan: She says nothing, guilt flashing
over her face briefly. But she's silent.
Desiree Vespucci: (per+emp, Lai)
Desiree Vespucci:
4,4,2,7,
Desiree Vespucci: Not knowing the woman
well, no grand insight finds her, but she does wonder.
Troy Lawrence: Eyes flick between the two.
"Is there anything else anyone would like to discuss?" It doesn't seem
specifically directed toward the reaction to his past words, but isn't
undirected, either.
Laidan: She shaks her head.
Desiree Vespucci: "Looks like we're good
to go, unless there's something I should have asked and didn't?"
Troy Lawrence: He looks at them both a
moment, then nods. "Excellent, then. Consider the meeting adjourned." He moves
to take a seat in his chair, relaxing.
Laidan: She has to think for a moment,
before she relaizes he means the meeting is over. Fingers gently play in her
pockets, looking for her cell phone...
Desiree Vespucci: Lai> "We weren't
formally introduced, but I'm Desiree Vespucci."
Laidan: She tilts an ear towards Desiree
with a little smile. "Laidan. Cliath Metis Fianna Theurge. It is nice to meet
you, Ms. Vespucci."
Desiree Vespucci: "Oh, Cliath, Philodox of
the Glasswalkers. Also known as Surfs-with-Mice."
Troy Lawrence: he sits there, sipping at
his coffee and watching the two women, getting a sense of interaction betweenm
them.
Laidan: Her lips quirk up into a smile at
the woman's deed name.
Desiree Vespucci: Grins, yeah, she's a
ferocious one all right. With the name to with it.
Laidan: "I remember you now." She says
softly. "You spoke up at the moot, and declared your deed name. I'm sorry I
didn't recognize you at first..."
Desiree Vespucci: "That's okay. Not
entirely sure I had any business speaking anyway, but it seemed like a good
chance to introduce myself, and maybe get to know more people like me...us."
Troy Lawrence: A slight nod from Troy,
acknowledging Desiree's comment. "And thus, it worked out." A bit of a smile.
Laidan: "Of course you did." She blinks
slowly. "You moved from cub to Cliath and gained a deed name. You have every
right to speak up and claim renown..."
Desiree Vespucci: "It was all pretty
exciting."
Laidan: She smiles lightly. "It can be."
Troy Lawrence: He relaxes a little, as
Laidan and Desiree get to know each other a little better. The easier the
camaraderie, the closer the pack.
Desiree Vespucci: "We went into the
digital web to retrieve a fettish for cockroach. There really were mice too.
They looked kind of like Stuart Little."
Laidan: "Who's Stuart Little?" She blinks
slowly.
Desiree Vespucci: "Oh, a television mouse.
Kind of surreal looking thing."
Laidan: She tries to grasp this
concept. Its obviously not clicking quite right. "How... he looked surreal?"
Desiree Vespucci: "Well, real but not
real? He looked like a mouse, but behaved much like a human with human facial
expressions and such. Real mice don't do that."
Desiree Vespucci: ((And I need to get
going in a few.))
Troy Lawrence: A small grunt. He's not much
into family films.
Laidan: "...it was a human mouse?" She
blinks. Nope. NOt getting it.
Troy Lawrence: "Think if it as sort of an
exceptionally...cute Ratkin, Laidan." He says cute the way some might say
'three-day-old hamster vomit' or something similar.
Laidan: That just seems to confused the
hell out of her more. "I don't know what Ratkin look like either. But okay."
Desiree Vespucci: "It's hard to translate
it to other senses since movies are visually oriented." Looks at her watch. "Oh,
I have to go! I have an early meeting in the morning." Rises. "It was a pleasure
meeting you Laidan. Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Lawrence. I'll call you
as soon as I've checked the records on the old mansion."
Troy Lawrence: "Excellent. Good evening to
you, Desiree." A nod to her.
Laidan: "Goodnight, Ms. Vespucci. Be
safe." She murmurs.
Desiree Vespucci: Thank you, good night."
And she slips out the door. ((Night guys! Thanks for the rp!))
Laidan: ((G'night!))
Troy Lawrence: A look to Desiree as she
leaves, and this his eyes travel back to Laidan, regarding her curiously for a
moment. "Miss Laidan...may I ask you a question?"
Laidan: "Yes?" She 'looks' to him.
Laidan: ((Pause!))