Xu Xian: He slumps in the back seat, making an
occassional grunt.
Xu Xian: (oops, color)
Troy Lawrence: He drives along, obviously a
bit perturbed by the whole incident with Silkie. He takes drag of his cigarette
and drives along.
Thomas Judge: He sits back next to Xu, just
watching the road go by
Troy Lawrence: Finally, he clears his
throat, affecting civility. "So, Mr. Judge. What do you do?"
Xu Xian: "So," he says conversationally after
they're a bit away from the park. "When did they let you out?"
Thomas Judge: Looks to Troy first "Unemployed
at the mo, looking for work" then sit back taking in Xu. turns his head. "Clever
Xu man, but not here eh?" looks to Troy.
Troy Lawrence: He frowns a little at Xu's
comment, which obviously wasn't directed at him. He's done no prison time. He
listens for the answer.
Xu Xian: He snickers to himself. Then
makes a groaning moan. "Fucking head bash, christ, you must be a poof, if you'd
think trying to get pretty girl to lick you is worth that kind of response."
Thomas Judge: "No mate, I did it to prove a
point, last time we did this dance I was on the recieving end, and when you
could'nt promise not to hit me again I warned you that next time you went for me
I would hit back! am a man of my word."
Xu Xian: "I didn't hit you. Wasn't planning
on it. Sheesh some people. So fucking prickly."
Troy Lawrence: He smirks a little at Xu's
comment, and turns right.
Xu Xian: "Stop here," he says to Troy, seeing
a liquor store. "I need some fucking asprin."
Thomas Judge: "Remember what I said when we
first met, I think you already got it now like, 'but you don't know who anybody
is in this day and age." he breathes out, cool collect. "Am not just having
someone lick me, because they want to, thats too wierd mate."
Xu Xian: "It's not any wierder than bullying
a cripple," he points out.
Troy Lawrence: He nods and pulls off to the
curb, in front of the store.
Thomas Judge: "Why, what does the lick do!"
he askes it straight and honest, one of the best ways of talking with Xu he is
learning.
Troy Lawrence: "Gets your cheek wet and
covered with bacteria, I'd imagine?"
Thomas Judge: Smiles at Troy, finding the
comment quite amusing, but getting an answer over this could take time he
thinks.
Xu Xian: He dosn't answer Tom, just moves out
of the car and into the liquor store.
Xu Xian: ((sorry will be slow hunny just came
home and is jabbering about inane babble.))
Troy Lawrence: "So you're unemployed...what
type of look are you looking for?" Looking over at Tom as Xu goes for aspirin.
Troy Lawrence: ((NP))
Thomas Judge: ((Thats cool))
Thomas Judge: Leans forward so he can talk to
Troy without being rude "well am kinda unskilled in alot of areas, so am
thinking either a labourer or maybe a barman"
Troy Lawrence: He nods a little,
exhaling a drag of smoke. Feigning politeness. "Mmm. Best of luck with
that...there are always people looking for labor. I'm sure you'll find
something."
Thomas Judge: "Yeah, got a bit of cash to
fall back on, it will be alright!"
Troy Lawrence: A faint smile. "Wonderful."
Thomas Judge: "So Troy, what do you do?"
Xu Xian: He comes out of the store carrying a
bottle in a paper bag.
Troy Lawrence: "I'm an Assisstant District
Attourney here in Manhattan." He looks up at Xu as he approaches.
Thomas Judge: "Sweet!" nods impressed
Troy Lawrence: The exclamation from Tom is
met with an acknowledging smile. He stubs his cigarette out in the astray.
Xu Xian: He sits in the back seat with Tom
again, pulling a bottle of aspirin out of the bag. He knocks them back like
chiclets, then washes them down with a can of beer he gets out of the bag,
offering one to Tom, too.
Thomas Judge: "cheers Xu" takes the beer with
a grin, and opens it taking a healthy drink from the can.
Troy Lawrence: Off he drives again, not too
terribly concerned about getting pulled over with beer in the car. Wouldn't be
the first ticket he's talked his way out of getting.
Troy Lawrence: "Mind the leather, is all I
ask," he muses as he drives on.
Xu Xian: "Sure thing, Mr. Lawrence."
Thomas Judge: "Spill beer? me, I doubt that
mate, but it is noted!" he emphasises the point by taking another drink, nothing
going anywhere but his mouth.
Xu Xian: He pulls a frozen bag of peas out of
the bag and holds it to his nose.
Thomas Judge: Looks to the peas "Sorry bout
that mate."
Xu Xian: He shrugs to Tom. "It's alright.
Glad you stopped when you did, because then I'd have had to have hit you."
Xu Xian: He sips the beer, keeping the peas
on his nose with the other hand.
Thomas Judge: Laughs seeing the conversation as before but
reversed. "Same arrangement as before, no promises!" smiles at that
Xu Xian: He chuckles. But it hurts, so he
stops.
Troy Lawrence: He drives on in silence,
seeming to barely listen to the conversation. New York driving takes effort, you
see.
Xu Xian -> Troy Lawrence: (9can I roll
int+wyrm lore to try and figure out what kind of creature Tom is or any
associations with the guy's apocalyptic form?))
Thomas Judge: "Right, so what was with those homeless guys
at the park, they some kinda gang or sumthing, looked like they were gonna mug
me, or fuck me, or kill me, either way non of that will have done me any good
wat so ever.."
Xu Xian: He looks to Troy, to see if he's
going to field this.
Troy Lawrence -> Xu Xian: ((You'd have
better luck in this case with Occult. He's like Baby Death was...tainted, but
not so much that his Apoc Form is truly monstrous. Occult@7, or Wyrm Lore@8.))
Troy Lawrence: He sighs a little. "The park
is home to many transients, Mr. Judge. They tend to be very clique-ish,
and...particular about who is in their space."
Xu Xian:
10,5,4,4,4,7,9,
Xu Xian:
6,7,3,4,8,5,10,5,
Xu Xian -> Troy Lawrence: ((first was occ,
second wyrm lore, specialty cruelty so don't know if I can reroll)
Thomas Judge: "Yeah, well how come am the only fucker that
got kicked out, saw a bunch of other people there, and them guys didn't bother
em one bit." sits back obviously a bit miffed, "'ust wanted to read me book in
peace and enjoy the green bunch of wankers!"
Xu Xian -> Troy Lawrence: (occ specialty is
ancient Celtic/Pictish/Mor Grian stuff))
Xu Xian: "Because you didn't give them money
when you came through the gate. Or blankets. Or food."
Xu Xian: "They practice a sort of enforced
charity."
Troy Lawrence -> Xu Xian: Yeah, Xu's best
bet would be some kind wyrm-like, maybe Yomi-ish, entity possessing the body of
a human. His apoc form is not particularly twisted, rather, it's still inspiring
and even holy, though the effect is muted seeing it through the Gauntlet.
Thomas Judge: "Really, I bring a blanket or a 'sarnine'
to em in order to go into the park, that sum kinda tithe?" raises an eyebrow
obviously un-use to such customs. "You think they'd put something like that on a
sign?"
Xu Xian -> Troy Lawrence: ((so a kuei-jin,
maybe?))
Troy Lawrence: "It's not exactly city law,
Mr. Judge." He smiles a little.
Xu Xian -> Troy Lawrence: ((With a High Yang
but considerable Po?))
Troy Lawrence -> Xu Xian: ((With his
Eastern knowledge, that would be Xu's best bet.))
Thomas Judge: "Right, well thanks for the heads up
guys, make sure I buy a dinner for two before hitting that park again, what a
bunch of 'Merry Old Souls'" He smirks at that
Xu Xian: "Course they like to be entertained,
too, which was why I was trying to hold you so Silkie could lick you. Sort of
like a hazing thing."
Troy Lawrence: He nods. "Mmm. They do love
the hazings."
Xu Xian: The peas are starting to melt so he
dumps the bag of them back into the paper bag and pulls out a box of Djarum
professionals, peeling off the wrapping and opening it up, offering one to Tom.
Thomas Judge: "Right, so that crap back there was for
fun." shakes his head.
Xu Xian: "Yeah, it was." He pulls out a
smoke, and feels around for his lighter, cursing to himself when he realizes
it's in his other suit.
Troy Lawrence: He passes back his Zippo to
Xu, fishing his own cigarettes out and pushing in the cigarette lighter for
himself.
Thomas Judge: "Cheers mate" pulls out his Zippo,
lighting his and offering the flame to you, it reflecting in his endless blue
eyes.
Xu Xian: "Thanks," he lights his off the
flame and takes the Zippo from Troy, assuming the man has a spare.
Xu Xian: "So..." he draws in a long drag,
exhales trhough his swollen nostrils. "What Hell did you wander out of?"
Thomas Judge: ((15-20 mins warning am afraid lads, got
some stuff to do :( ))
Xu Xian -> Troy Lawrence: (and he must be a
special one, cause he's wandering around in the daylight, huh?))
Troy Lawrence: Once the car lighter pops,
he pulls it out and light shis Dunhill, moving along and listening quietly.
Thomas Judge: Looks to Xu, then to Troy, then back to Xu.
"I said not here mate."
Xu Xian: "You can trust Troy. He's a good
man. A fair man."
Troy Lawrence -> Xu Xian: ((Yeah, some
strange, bizarre offshoot, maybe.))
Xu Xian: ((oops sorry that would be Mr.
Lawrence not Troy))
Xu Xian: "What puzzles me is...the daylight's
not affecting you."
Troy Lawrence: He looks up into the
rearview mirror, and smiles suddenly, as if to say, "Yes. Yes, I am." Then looks
back to driving.
Thomas Judge: Looks to Troy, then to Xu. "It meant to
be a subtle thing, not told to everyone who gives me a lift." he then sits back,
his eyes glazed a little, his face drawn tight. "It not exactly travel material
or normal gossip for that matter, he think am crazy!"
Xu Xian: "Of course, being all..firey like
that, I guess you have enough Yang to offset the taint in you..."
Thomas Judge: looks to Troy for the last statement!
Xu Xian: ((Troy's wasn't a statement it was a
look. *G*))
Thomas Judge: Looks to Xu. "Fine, what hell did I crawl
from, the first, the original the one created by him for those who earned his
eternal damnation." Drags heavly on his smoke.
Troy Lawrence:
3,6,8,6,
Xu Xian: "Which 'him'?"
Thomas Judge: "Theres is only one creator.!" its a
statement, not a answer.
Thomas Judge: Tom keeps one eye on Troy, watching his body
language, Tom's met more than one mortal that knew about them, maybe theres a
fucking club!
Troy Lawrence: "And that would be the one
named...?" A left turn.
Xu Xian: "No...there's Brahma, if you're
hindu, there's Ameratsu if you're Japanese, there's Singalong Burong if you're
Dayak, there's Odin if your Norse, there's the Great Mystery if you're Native
American, and there's Allah if you're a follower of Islam."
Thomas Judge: "The creator, he-who-needs-no-name, you call
him God!" he sits back, getting a little twitchy, there asking too many
questions.
Xu Xian: He lifts his shades off his swollen
nose, blinking those bloodshot gold-hazel eyes at Tom disbelievingly. "The
Christians are having kuei-jin now, too?"
Thomas Judge: "What the fuck is a Kuei-jin?" looks to
Xu, a similiar look in his eyes
Troy Lawrence: "Ahh. THAT one." He turns to
give Xu an odd look. Kuei-jin? The eyebrow raises, and he looks back to the
street. No crashing the luxury car.
Xu Xian: "You walked out of Hell and took a
mortal body, right? Kuei-jin."
Thomas Judge: Tom looks to Xu, "Never heard of them mate,
must be some other fish your taking about, I can remember long before hell
existed, before eden laid beneath our feet, before man!" he smokes heavly on his
cig, hell at least he got sum info outta the deal.
Xu Xian: "Christians are so fucking
ethnocentric. There's thousands of Hells. Tens of Thousands."
Thomas Judge: ((10 mins guys))
Thomas Judge: "No you don't get it Xu, am a fucking
angel!"
Xu Xian: "Yeah yeah," he waves his hand
annoyed at Tom's attitude. "You were one of the Ten Thousand Immortals. You
helped build the world, a vital part of the Ministry of Heave. Now you're a
Demon, who was in Hell, and the only way to stay out of it was to take a mortal
body. Big whoop."
Xu Xian: ((Ministry of Heaven.))
Thomas Judge: "Well a fallen one would be a better term."
he looks sad, he stares out the window, putting his hand out, letting it fly on
the wind as the car drives on, too fly again he thinks, hasn't been able to that
for a while.
Xu Xian: "We, who are not bound up in limited
Christian thinking, call people like you kuei-jin."
Troy Lawrence: Drive. Yes, driving is good.
A demon escaped from hell is in his car. Better not be brimstone stains on his
upholstery...
Thomas Judge: "You don't have to believe in what is
fact, but these Kuei-jin sound interesting?" tilts his head "And what was all
the crap about the sun, I love feeling its warmth on my skin, the way I have to
shield my eyes when I look at, the way women make my heart race when there
walking half naked because of it" he smiles at that.
Xu Xian: He sighs, finishing off his beer.
"And just when I thought I found a decent drinking buddy, he winds up to be a
fucking demon."
Xu Xian: "And a fucking Christian."
Troy Lawrence: A roll of the eyes, and he
speaks up with a dry tone. "Are all demons as...poetic...as you?"
Thomas Judge: "Hey, this gonna come between us, cause
like I said before, if you need a freind am there, plus if you need a hand with
anything am there for you too." Looks dishearten at that, all that effort trying
to get his trust and once again the Sons of Adam distrust him, love can be pain.
Thomas Judge: "Hey Troy mate, pull over please ave had
enough judgements made for one night!"
Xu Xian: "So, do you have any powers or
anything?"
Xu Xian: "Ah. So Christian kuei-jin don't
like their poetry being called into question," he notes to himself.
Troy Lawrence: He seems content to drive
along. Let the creature from some Hell or another out, loose on the population.
Yeah, right. A quick smirk at Xu's comment.
Thomas Judge: "Sorry Troy, enough questions for tonite
eh." then looks to them both "Maybe I have powers, but your gonna have to go
drinking with me later to find out, am outta here mate, oh and am not Christian,
there is a God, and he ain't listening!"
Thomas Judge: "Hey Troy, pull over please!"
Xu Xian: He glances over at Tom, raising his
brow at that, then taps Troy's shoulder. "Let him out. There's a treaty."
Thomas Judge: "A treaty?" raises an eyebrow
Xu Xian: "Stay away from the park until your
Po' drops, alright? Because if you don't you'll find yourself back in Hell right
quick."
Troy Lawrence: He looks back at Xu.
Normally, he would take control here, and he's heard more then enough to
consider ruining his car so that the thing is eliminated. But he's a smart man,
and Xu knows more then he does. He nods, and pulls over.
Thomas Judge: "You mean torment yeah?"
Xu Xian: "If that's what you Christians call
the evil part of yourself."
Troy Lawrence:
2,2,10,7,9,
Troy Lawrence: He sets his jaw a moment,
looking at Thomas...looking through him. He will remember this one.
Thomas Judge: "Yeah, thats it!" Looks to Xu & Troy, then
back to Xu "I'am still a man at the same time, and he would still like a
drinking buddy?"
Xu Xian: He waves Tom off. "We'll talk
later."
Thomas Judge: "See you guys later!" Tom turns and walks
away, was it him or does every fucker guess what he is!
Thomas Judge: ((Thanks for the scene gents, it was fun,
see you later))
Xu Xian: He waits for Troy to drive away from
Tom and out of sight of him. Then draws in a deep breath and closes his eyes,
setting his glasses back on his nose. "Let's go to a hotel and get a room with a
wet bar. I want to lay down and that way we can talk in private."
Troy Lawrence: ((See ya, Judas!)) He stares
after Thomas a long while, shaking his head. Then, he starts to drive again.
"Demons."
Troy Lawrence: "All right." He heads to a
nearby hotel that fits the bill. Something high-end.
Xu Xian: He reaches into a pocket for his
phone, the realizes they're broken. Back on a table in Staten Island. "Damn. I
need to make some phone calls, too."
Xu Xian: "I fell into the river last night,
lost my wallet. Can you foot the bill?"
Troy Lawrence: "Of course." He also hands
back his cell phone.
Xu Xian: He makes a quick call to someone,
telling her to give the new lab manager the message that Xu is fine but his
phones fell into the river and he'll contact her shortly once he can get to a
secure line.
Xu Xian: (and did you want to go to res now?
or pause?))
Troy Lawrence: He pulls up at a hotel that
fits what they're looking for.
Troy Lawrence: ((Sure, we can go all
Residence-like, 'less you're busy or disinclined atm.))
MIDTOWN RESIDENCE
Troy Lawrence: He gets them checked into
to the hotel room, paid for, etc. One of the nicer suites available, of course.
Nothing less would be acceptable.
Xu Xian: He grabs a bucket of ice on the way to the room,
making himself up an icepack and then goes and kicks back on the sofa, laying
his head back and balancing the ice. "You hungry? Want room service? Or is this
enough?" He pulls out the bottle of single malt he got in the liquor store.
Xu Xian: ( balancing the ice on his nose)
Troy Lawrence: He smiles a tiny bit. "That
appears to be exactly what the doctor ordered." He grabs a couple of glasses,
bringing them over. "So, there are...demons free from Hell. Or Kuei-Jin, another
name for them?"
Xu Xian: "Yes. THey are usually souls who have
committed great misdeeds in prior lifetimes, who either escape hell to find a
way to redeem themselves, or because they are too defiant to remain caged."
Xu Xian: "Most kuei-jin either reinhabit the body they had
in life, or they possess the body of another recently deceased person. Usually
they are asian. He's the first christian I've seen."
Troy Lawrence: He takes the bottle from Xu
and pours a tall glass for the Asian, handing it to him before pouring himself
som. "Demons seeking redemption. Interesting...the things one learns on a random
Sunday afternoon."
Xu Xian: "I think, from his attitude...and what I've
known of him...and the fact he can walk around in daylight...that Tom's probably
of the redeeming kind."
Xu Xian: "If he was utterly comitted to evil, I think the
sunlight would burn him. Like it does vampires."
Troy Lawrence: He takes a seat in a chair,
frowning a bit over his glass. He seems to be having a bit of difficulty
accepting the concept of demons seeking redemption. Prior lives. That is easier.
He nods a little bit. "Still, someone to keep a definite eye on."
Xu Xian: "Only if you have about two hundred eyes."
Xu Xian: "Meaning, I can name about two hundred other more
dangerous things in the city, and more threatening, than Mr. Cough and Drag."
Troy Lawrence: A raised eyebrow. "What do
you mean by that?"
Troy Lawrence: "Ahhh. I see." He nods.
Troy Lawrence: He takes a drink from his
glass and looks at it, thinking. "So what was this about the Hudson river being
corrupted?"
Xu Xian: "Besides, as I understand things, there's a
treaty, and the kuei-jin are part of it. So we let them kill each other, we
don't go killing them."
Xu Xian: "Not that you can kill a demon, only send him
back to Hell."
Troy Lawrence: "I have heard something of
this treaty." He nods. "An...interesting concept."
Xu Xian: He nods. "Kind of important to know you don't
have to worry about freaks like Tom when there are Spirals to be killed."
Troy Lawrence: He nods, slightly. "I shall have to see how it works in truth before I make a judgment on it. I have heard of many good ideas, and many have fallen due to corruption, sabotage, or whatever else gets in the way of good ideas."
Xu Xian: ((business call, gonna be slow))
Troy Lawrence: ((Be slow away.))
Xu Xian: ((let's pause here then, so I can take care of
some stuff, pick up later or summarize later?))
Troy Lawrence: ((Works for me, man.))
Xu Xian: He hisses and throws the bag of melted ice
onto the coffee table, glancing down to see the drink Troy's poured for him. He
grunts his thanks and knocks it back.
Xu Xian: He drains the glass and sets it back down on the
table, squinting his bloodshot eyes before slipping his Raybans back on. "Thanks
for the back up."
Troy Lawrence: He nods in acknowledgment of
the thanks. "Speaking of Spirals and such ugly Wyrm-like business...how are
things on that front here? I've only been here a short time, as you know, and
haven't gotten much in the way of intelligence. Just something about Weaver
spirits, cell phones, and bear hunters."
Troy Lawrence: "Of course." He nods.
"Anything I can do to help an ally against a potential enemy."
Xu Xian: He grunts and lays back on the sofa again.
"Well, Hudson's being killed by some sort of spiritual poison that's entering
the river via an underwater cave on the New Jersey side."
Xu Xian: "Silkie is a...spiritborn of some kind. Not sure
exactly. Blessed by Sea to defend Sea by being her agent on land or
something..."
Troy Lawrence: "Hmmm." He nods. "And the
Elders have a plan for dealing with this, I am sure?"
Xu Xian: "I told RUnty the Guardian what I'd found out
about all that."
Xu Xian: "I don't know. Frankly I don't think they do much
other than paw through garbage all day."
Xu Xian: "I was going to go up and wipe out the Spirals up
north at the corrupted spring where I think they're launching their attacks
from, but some stupid friend of mine thought it was a suicide mission, and tried
to stop me."
Troy Lawrence: "Good. I'll be sure to speak
with the Guardian, and see what I can do." He cants an eyebrow. "So
this...Silkie individual. She is part of the Sept of the Green? Or simply
an...ambassador from Sea, perhaps? Unaffiliated but friendly?" He looks to Xu,
seeking clarification. He obviously doesn't seem to like the girl.
Troy Lawrence: "How many Spirals are you
looking at up there?" He pours himself another drink.
Xu Xian: "Yes, an Ambassador from Sea is a good way to put
it. She is favored by Mera, the caern totem who is associated with water and
resides in Bethesda Fountain."
Xu Xian: 'Oh, I don't know. Eight or nine."
Xu Xian: He grunts as he fishes his cloves out of his
pocket, then slips the Zippo Troy gave him out and lights up, groaning slighly
as he tilts his head up enough to catch the flame.
Xu Xian: "Oh, just me."
Troy Lawrence: That gives him pause.
"You have a plan, then. To take them out from afar, hidden, perhaps?"
Xu Xian: He takes a long drag of the clove, exhaling
through his swollen nostrils. The rope burns on his hands and the scabby cut and
bruise on the side of his neck, along with the swollen nose do not make him look
all that impressive.
Xu Xian: "They're shifters. Wolves. They're easy enough to
take down with a good rifle and some silver shot."
Xu Xian: "But frankly all the ones around here who aren't
busy taking care of the Sept are too busy fucking one another and bemoaning
their fucking romantic problems so rather than wait for anyone to get around to
it, I'll go take care of it myself."
Xu Xian: "You have intelligence, you act on it in a timely
manner before it all goes Pete Tong."
Troy Lawrence: He frowns. "I'm inclined to
agree with your stupid friend, Mr. Xu. You are a very resourceful man, and quite
knowledgable from what I know, but even so, one kinfolk against 8 or 9
Wyrm-corrupted Garou? That's madness."
Troy Lawrence: The idea of Garou mating
with each other makes his lip curl. "Allow me to try and organize a group to
assist you. Ones with half a brain."
Xu Xian: He laughs. "Oh ye of little Faith."
Xu Xian: "Look, I understand your concerns but frankly, I
don't want the distraction of having to save a bunch of furry asses because
they're too hopped up on Rage to think things through."
Troy Lawrence: "If they're too
'hopped-up' to think straight and they die in the assault, then they are a
threat to the Nation, and shouldn't be given your effort to save." He looks at
Xu. "You let the group's Alpha handle that part of it. And you handle your
part."
Xu Xian: He laughs again. "I am the Alpha."
Troy Lawrence: He merely raises an eyebrow
at that, smiling a bit as he sips his drink.
Xu Xian: He takes another long drag on his clove, blowing
the smoke up toward the ceiling.
Troy Lawrence: "Mr. Xu...if you truly
intend to take this group on alone, I at least ask that you pass the information
on, so that if you fail, others can pick up where you left off."
Xu Xian: "Mr. Lawrence, if you had been listening to our
earlier conversation, you would have heard that I had already said I'd informed
the Guardian Rusty."
Troy Lawrence: "Ahh. I did not realize that
the information you passed on included the location of the dogs' Hive that you
intend to attack. My apologies."
Xu Xian: "It's not a Hive, it's a corrupted spring. If
you can't get the information accurate, then don't repeat it."
Xu Xian: "But, I would hazard to guess that nobody from
the Sept goes out to deal with this for at least another three or four weeks and
even then they'll send the most motely crew imaginable."
Troy Lawrence: A faint smile. "I made an
assumption that perhaps they had formed a Hive in the spring. An incorrect one,
apparently." A brief pause. "So, is there any way I can help in this...endeavor
of yours?"
Xu Xian: "What skills do you have? Other than lawyering?"
Xu Xian: ((gah, not Rusty, Runty, my bad))
Troy Lawrence: "I have some skill in the
usual Garou ways of ripping things to pieces, of course. Many of the skills
associated with my career serve me well within the Nation...public speaking,
debate, a quick mind, investigation. I have a Numen, as well. And...well, I am a
Silver Fang, and one that was trained as such well before my First Change. Quite
simply, I am a leader." He pauses. "This Sept, it seems...a bit directionless at
the level of the lower-rungs, I've noticed. Would you agree?"
Xu Xian: "What's a Numen?"
Troy Lawrence: "A spirit that was assigned
to me at birth by my mother. He protects me and aids me in my tasks, and I
protect him. His name is Sokol. He is a child of Falcon." He smiles a bit, with
perhaps some of the first warmth he's shown yet. "He has been my companion since
I first became alive."
Xu Xian: He raises a brow to that. "Do all Silver Fangs
have one, or is that specific to your House or Camp?"
Troy Lawrence: "It is, as I understand, not
specific to the Fangs. Just to those who's parents understand they are destined
for important things, and wish to provide them aid."
Xu Xian: He snorts. "That's the calling card of every
Garou it seems."
Troy Lawrence: He shrugs. "True enough. But
whatever else she was told, she saw fit to tie Sokol and I to each other. I
believe that has to count for something."
Xu Xian: "Is Sokol here now?"
Troy Lawrence: He nods. "He's never very
far from me."
Xu Xian: "What does he look like?"
Troy Lawrence: "He is a falcon spirit...a
spirit of Honor. Blue feather scheme, golden eyes."
Xu Xian: He considers this, taking another long drag,
exhaling as he stares at the ceiling. His broken nose is bruising, giving him a
shiner under both eyes.
Xu Xian: "What Gifts do you have? Are you skilled in
firearms? Swordplay? knife fighting? Hand to hand? Do you know how to be
stealthy? How easy is it for you to enter and leave the Umbra?"
Troy Lawrence: He watchs Xu. "You neglected
to give your opinion, I note, of the direction of the Sept."
Troy Lawrence: "I have the Gifts of
Persuasion, Mindspeak, and Sensing Wyrm. I regret that I am thoroughly unskilled
in firearms, though I have some scant weapons training, and of course
hand-to-hand skills. Stealth, again, I am a bit lacking in. The Umbra, on the
other hand, parts for me fairly well."
Xu Xian: "I'm still working on the question as to how you
could help in this endeavor against the Spirals."
Troy Lawrence: "Understood." He nods.
Xu Xian: He grunts at this. "So...you would be most useful
in researching who owns the land where the corrupt spring is. Since as a Deputy
DA I imagine your investigative skills are rather good and if not you have
access to someone who is skilled in that manner?"
Troy Lawrence: He nods. "Absolutely. I'd
imagine that wouldn't be terribly difficult."
Xu Xian: "Then, I tink you would be well adapted to
discovering the true identities of those people or organizations who are down as
the owners, since if it is wyrm owned they may have shell companies or other
ways of averting suspicion."
Troy Lawrence: He nods. "I'll see what I
can dig up. It's about time I found something more worthwhile then locking up
drug users who will be out in a few months, looking for another score."
Xu Xian: "Alright. Then, you should look for evidence
that some company that has some type of toxic waste has access to this
particular area, and may be either piping or trucking said waste to it in order
to continue corrupting the stream. If you have access to government agencies
such as Land Management or Fish and Game, or the EPA, see if any tests or
complaints have been lodged about poullution in that area."
Troy Lawrence: "Understood." He nods a
little, and opens his attache case, pulling out a legal pad and starting to take
notes with effeciency. "Where is the location, exactly?"
Xu Xian: He sticks his clove between his lips and motions
for Troy to give him the pad.
Troy Lawrence: He nods and hands it over.
Xu Xian: He draws out a map.
Xu Xian: 4,1,10,
Xu Xian: He grunts. "Fuck...I can't draw this way." He
tears the page off, and tosses it, slowly sitting up and resting the pad on the
table.
Xu Xian: He takes the bottle and pours himself a drink,
takes a drag of the clove and rests it in the ashtray, and tries again.
Xu Xian: 4,5,8,
Troy Lawrence: He frowns a little bit, then
pulls out his laptop. "Mr. Xu...if you can locate it, I have a map program on
here. WOuld that be sufficient?"
Xu Xian: He grunts. "Now, there you're thinkig." His own
map wasn't working too well."
Troy Lawrence: He smiles a little, flipping
it open and booting it up. He opens up MS Streets and Maps, and passes the
computer over to him.
Xu Xian: 6,6,4,
Xu Xian: He's slightly more adept at the computer and
points the area out to the the best of his suspicions and information.
Xu Xian: ((and I gotta pause to go eat, I'm really sorry
but I need about 20))
Troy Lawrence: ((That's cool. Sorry about
the delay over the last 15 or so...my parents called. Pause away))
Troy Lawrence: He looks at it, then
nods, taking over the keyboard for just a second to mark the area. "All right.
I'll check into the area aroung there and, if there's nothing, the immediate
vicinity."
Xu Xian: He nods, knocking back more scotch and then
pouring some more before laying back down on the sofa.
Troy Lawrence: He sets the laptop on his
lap and gets to work immediately with laying out some notes. As he types, he
talks. "This may take a small amount of time...nothing too terrible, though.
What is the deadline?"
Xu Xian: "Well," he smirks. "We'll see if you can get the
information before I can kill all the Spirals. But since it's the weekend, I'll
give you a day or two."
Xu Xian: "I mean, a day or two before I go out there."
Troy Lawrence: He nods. "Easily done within
a day or two. Just a few calls, a couple requests for public information. You'll
have it by then." He picks up his phone and hits a speed dial, holding it to his
ear as he types away. "Christina...it's Troy. Yes...move the testimony briefing
for Jefferson to Wednesday...he doesn't have to be in court until Friday,
anyway. I'm going to be tied up with a special project for a few days....yes, I
know. Don't argue. Good."
Troy Lawrence: He hangs up and continues
typing. "My schedule is clear for the next two days. You'll have it by then."
Xu Xian: "Alright." He takes a drag and breathes toward
the ceiling. "So...you have the room until checkout tomorrow?"
Troy Lawrence: "I do, yes."
Xu Xian: "You mind if I take a nap, maybe a shower?"
Troy Lawrence: He shakes his head.
"Consider the room yours for the day, Mr. Xu." He shuts the laptop, and sets it
in the attache case. He cloes the case and then stands up. "I need to head to
the office to begin working on this." A business card goes on the desk. "If you
need to contact me, office and cell are on there, as well as my office address
and email."
Xu Xian: "I'll let you know my new numbers when I get
new phones."
Troy Lawrence: He nods. "Excellent." He
picks up the attache case, and holds his hand out to Xu. "I'll have your
information as soon as possible."
Xu Xian: "Thank you." he reaches his scabbed and rope
burned hand out to shake with Troy, but he doesn't sit up.
Troy Lawrence: He shakes the hand firmly,
and nods to the man, business-like. Scabs be damned, he's not giving some dead
fish handshake, though he doesn't try specifically to cause pain or anything. He
releases the hand, and heads out, closing the door behind him.
Xu Xian: His own grip is just as firm if not firmer than
Troy, his wrist held in such a way as to easily twist Troy's into a comealong.
Troy Lawrence: Good. Someone who
understands a good handshake. He heads out of the hotel, off to work. There's
actual WORK to do, for once.
Xu Xian: And then he watches Troy head out and rises to go
lock the door before stripping off and crashing in the bedroom to sleep.
Troy Lawrence: ((And lawyer out. Thanks
for the scene, Singh.))
Xu Xian: ((you too, sorry for the delays_
Xu Xian: 9,10,8,8,5,5,
Xu Xian: 2,