Laidan: The blind woman sat, tucked on a bench, dressed in gently flowing pants with light embriodery up the side. In her lap lay thin strips of leather, which she was deftly twisting into a braid. She seemed... quiet where she was, head gently tucked, hair spilling over her shoulders. She really needed to cut her hair...

Troy Lawrence: The young Royalist makes his way into Battery Park, attache case at his side, cell phone to his ear. Sunday is no less a busy day then other, when you're in the business of putting people away...crime doesn't go to Church. He walks down the main pathway into the Park, eyes casting around as he does."

Troy Lawrence: d10: Per+Alert: 7,3,6,5,

Laidan: d10: per+alert: 8,5,3,6,2,9,2,

Laidan: She paused in her work, lifting her head up, and twisting blind eyes towards Troy. Lips quirk up into a little smile.

Troy Lawrence: His eyes scan across, and fall on Laidan. A momentary pause, and he alters his course, toward her. "I'll call you back," he murmurs into the phone, walking his Beta's way. The call is ended without waiting for a response, and up he comes. "Good afternoon, Laidan."

Laidan: "Good afternoon Troy." She smiles up to him, moving slightly on the bench in the event Troy would like to sit. "How are you?"

Troy Lawrence: He looks at the bench for a moment, and then sits. "I am...quite well, actually. And yourself?"

Laidan: "I am doing alright." There is a pause, fingers beginning to twist the leather again. Her smile looks almost... mischevious.

Troy Lawrence: "That is good." He looks over at her, a blonde eyebrow arching slightly at her expression. "What have you been up to?"

Marie Delacourt: She makes her way quietly through the park, long black dress caressing her spare curves, her dainty feet hidden by tiny, elegant slippers. Her slim arms are laden with bags, leaving no hands free to stop the slow slide of her shawl from her shoulders. Her thick, silver-gold hair spills over one shoulder in a heavy braid.

Laidan: There is a soft sigh, her smile fading. "Healing. Healing as much as I can. Doing what is needed of me."

Laidan: d10: per+alert: 6,6,3,3,8,2,4,

Laidan: Oh, hey, she knows that scent too. That was the scent that had Troy's scent on it. Oooo.

Troy Lawrence: d10: Per+Alertness: 3,6,9,1,

Troy Lawrence: He doesn't note Marie's entrance at first, his nod to Laidan solemn. "We have all been exceptionally busy cleaning up after all of this, and it has not been easy on any of us, I do not believe." He glances over finally as Marie draws closer...ah. A small smile appears on his face, warm, a subtle change coming over his stance and demeanor.

Marie Delacourt: ((grandparents just showed up without warning! *SIGH* DLP!))

Troy Lawrence: ((Deletes all after his verbalized part))

Laidan: "No, it has not." She says softly, her fingers stilling again. "There seems to be an influx of new people as well."

Troy Lawrence: "Quite the influx." He nods. "I hear some of our pack met the new Grand Elder...would you have been one of them?"

Laidan: "Yes. Eddie and I both." She nods.

Troy Lawrence: "Tell me...what do you think of him?"

Laidan: Fingers continue to slowly twist. "The conversation at the time was actually short- he was rather quiet. I had not seen Eddie most of the week, so I spoke to her regarding the children. I do remember him speaking to a kin that had your scent on her, faintly. The one thing I remember is him saying that... your family founded the home, so it was only right that your family should lead it now."

Troy Lawrence: Wow, if only Lai could see, the emotions she would see flickering through his eyes...that about ran the gamut. "I see. Yes, the kin is mine...he believes she will be his. He is...wrong. As to the last..." He shrugs. "We shall see."

Laidan: "You will see. I will hear." A faint flicker of a smile. "Not to change the subject, but I mentioned to Eddie I would ask you. Do the children need special papers like I did?"

Troy Lawrence: "It may well be a good idea," he says with a nod. "I will get on it immediately." A pause. "Tell Eddie to keep Miette away from the Grand Elder. The man has definite ideas about what he can take or can't, and who's opinion matters."

Laidan: Fingers tighten on the leather, as do her shoulders. Tension rippling across her whole body, and she can't quite ease out of all of it. Lips press a little bit. "I will tell her."

Troy Lawrence: He places a hand, gently, on Laidan's shoulder. Wait, comfort from the Royalist? "I do not believe that he will act in such a manner, Laidan. I have already spoken to him about how bad an idea that would be, and how he need not concern himself over the issue...I am keeping an eye on it. I am merely saying...let us be safe. You understand?"

Laidan: There is a soft exhale, and she allows herself to stop being so tense, comforted by her Alpha's words and touch. A small nod. "I understand."

Troy Lawrence: A little smile, and a nod. "We fight many battles, Laidan. While many of them are open, and against enemies we can plainly mark...sometimes, the battles are not so simple, the opposition not so clear-cut. These shades of grey are the hardest to fight, many times, because they tend to be battles against those we otherwise call friends. This will be the Sept of the Green's trial by fire; our crucible. We will come out stronger."

Laidan: "I never understood that everything wasn't so clear cut until I came here. Things were in absolute, black and white. There was no question. I was taught not to question anything." She frowns, a little sadly. "We all have the same main goal, in the very end. So why can't we all work together? It's not impossible. We're doing it right now, with our pack." She shakes her head. "I know answers to my own questions."

Troy Lawrence: He nods. "It is a difficult thing, and frustrating. While it is not impossible...it is difficult. We will be the example, hopefully, that allows those with the proper goals in mind to follow."

Laidan: "That's what it all comes down to in the end, isn't it?" She murmurs. "Hope."

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Day two. Maybe she'll not be distracted this time. Her bag is slung over her shoulder, notebook in hand, going back to "the" bench to settle in and keep watch*

Troy Lawrence: He nods. "Hope, strength, clarity of purpose, and a clear mind. Honor, Glory, and Wisdom. These are the things that we will live or die by, as is the way among our Nation. Those who find it--myself, you, our pack, and others--we will lead the way toward unity and victory. Those who are found lacking..." He shrugs. "They will fall by the wayside."

Laidan: "Or die." She adds with a quirked smile. She debates nudging him gently, and then decides he might not like that in his suit. Her head shits and Jocelyn's noise, but he attention is stillf fixed on Troy.

Troy Lawrence: "Indeed." He nods, and glances Jocelyn's way himself. A momentary pause, before he looks back. "How are the children doing?"

Laidan: "Better. They're growing, healing. Amador is laughing now, which is a very large improvement." A softer smile. "I'm teaching them braille while Eddie is helping them to read. Eddie is hoping they'll reach a point soon whre they know it's okay to say 'no' to us."

Troy Lawrence: "Excellent," he says with a nod. "That is quite the progress."

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She pulls out the dog eared photo she keeps as a bookmark, making a crude sketch while she waits. The woman's eyes. Her father's nose. She's undecided on the chin, but gives the sketch the high cheekbones that she's always wished she had*

Laidan: "It is. They're bright children." A pause, as if she meant to say more, but she decides against it.

Wendy Berber (PT): **Here we have a fine specimen of Bookwormus Maximus. The girl is average height, and fairly unremarkable in the looks department. A small round face, her black hair is unruly, flipping out above her jaw despite obvious attempts to keep it in check, ink blue eyes blinking from behind thick cat-eye glasses perched on a tiny nose. Meek, definitally, self consciousness clear in every movement of the thin teenager... from the scuff of a small black shoe, to the way she droops narrow shoulders, all but dissappearring in the ratty knit sweater intent on swallowing her upper body. A pleated skirt better suited to an old woman hangs about her knees, meeting the top of white cotton socks, no doubt intended to spare on lookers the sight of her pale chicken legs. A patched canvas bag drags at her hip, heavy with texts.**((app 2))

Troy Lawrence: "And they have excellent people in charge of them," he adds, a surprising amount of warmth in his voice...which, for Troy, is to say a little.

Laidan: She lowers her head slightly, smiling a little at Troy's words. "Thank you."

Troy Lawrence: d10: Per+Alert: 8,8,8,9,

Wendy Berber (PT): *parks.. what could she say? she liked nature. even if the air was polluted with several thousand toxic chemicals, if not more. she'd have to look it up. she sniffles back a cold as her feet sound along the path, blowing her nose in a kleenex*

Troy Lawrence: "There is no need to thank me. I do not give praise that is undeserved...I merely speak the truth. You may as well thank me for saying that it is Sunday." He looks over, eyes tracking Wendy as she moves through the Park.

Laidan: d10: per+alert: 2,7,7,2,6,3,2,

Laidan: She knows Wendy's scent, head tilting just a little. "You forget. I never got praise before. I still appreciate when it is vocalized."

Wendy Berber (PT): *her shoulders droop as she wipes her nose. she hated sneezing, Wendy stops and looks around for a trashcan, mind still dwelling on ratio of pollutants to New York airsupply, and where she might find a book on such*

Wendy Berber (PT): d10: per alert: 4,2,4,8,9,

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She glances up at the sneeze, eyeing the girl for a moment before going back to her sketch*

Troy Lawrence: "Ahh, yes. Of course." It's words, murmured to Laidan, as he watches Wendy a moment more. Finally, his eyes cast away, back to Laidan. "Now, what about you? How are you doing, with complete honesty?"

Wendy Berber (PT): *a sketch artist, a very big man and intense woman...that was in the other park.. she ducks her head a little as she feels troy looking at her. a glance past him to the trash can.. she gives the two an apologetic half smile as she approaches towards the trashcan* Um.. hi. Miss Laiden. Sir.

Laidan: Fingers continue to braid the leather. "I am... alright. Better than I was before. But still very worried about many people. However... I am always worried about many people."

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She tears off the first sheet, studying the photo a moment before starting another*

Laidan: She lifts her head, smiling to Wendy. "Hello Wendy."

Troy Lawrence: He puts off responding to Laidan to look over to Wendy as a conversation starts between her and Laidan.

Troy Lawrence: "Good Afternoon."

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Her head snaps up. Wendy. Daddy used to tell her stories about a little girl named Wendy. She might not mean to stare, but her gaze settles on the girl, watching her intently*

Wendy Berber (PT): Hello Miss Laiden... um.. *as she approaches she looks up to troy through bangs..coloring as she realizes you already said that debutaunte.. whoop, bit of a stumble there, her own feet failing her, as per usual. she manages not to crash into troy with her newly used kleenex, though its pretty close.. Super wendy, social blunder and lack of co-ordination. idiot*

Laidan: She sets her work down. "Troy Lawrence, Wendy Berber. Wendy, Troy Lawrence. We met at Bethuesda Fountain."

Troy Lawrence: "Miss Berber." He rises to his feet, extending a strong, immaculate hand to Wendy, posture and expression the picture of formality.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Okay, maybe she does mean to stare. Especially when the girl displays a lack of coordination much like her own*

Wendy Berber (PT): * stupid stupid stupid ..her books having scattered at her feet, she's bending down beat red to gather them, looking up through her thick glasses at Troy, she swallows and extends her hand to him, trying not to look to flustered, even as the rest of her body seems to shrink away from the hand she's offering, saying as clearly as she can* um.. nice to meet you Mr. Lawr- *her eyes get wide*

Wendy Berber (PT) -> Troy Lawrence: that'd be A - because she's still holding the kleenex in the hand they're shaking and . B.. he's the district attorny...

Laidan: She tilts her head, listening to them talk.

Troy Lawrence: He blinks as she shakes his hand...with the kleenex in it. He presses his lips together, one quick shake before he withdraws his hand and reaches into his pocket, looking for a handkerchief. "Yes," is all he says in response to her half-started greeting, as he wipes at his hand.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She laughs. She can't help it, really. A hand covers her mouth, nose wrinkling up a little*

Troy Lawrence: A hard look goes to Jocelyn, eyes narrowing as she laughs.

Laidan: She turns her head towards Jocelyn, unnaturally blue eyes seeming to stare -past- the girl.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She squeaks, caught, attention hurridly refocused on her sketch, though she keeps tossing testing glances at the group as she draws*

Wendy Berber (PT): I'm so.. so sorry sir... *she's scrambling like she's on fire, kleenex tucked in her empty back, books still scattered at her feet. Someone laughing just makes her want to turn more invisible, shoulders drooping... do you have ANY idea who's hand you just shook? Idiot! wendy you geek! beet red as she fumbles a sanitary wipe from her sack and offers it to him, eyes on her feet*

Laidan: Eyes still seem to stare past Jocelyn, a little frown, befre she turns an ear back to Wendy and Troy.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Don't look. Don't look. She glances up, then back to the sketch*

Troy Lawrence: "Quite all right," he murmurs to Wendy, finishing the cleansing of his hand. He'll have to use sanitizer later...he frowns stil, but remains otherwise polite.

Laidan: Her leather is gently slid into a pocket as she stands. Fingers just barely touch Troy's shoulder. "I have to head home," she murmurs. "It was good to see you, Mr. Lawrence."

Troy Lawrence: "And you as well, Laidan." He returns the gesture, reaching out to brush her shoulder. My, how the man has changed in a short time. "Good afternoon...give Eddie and the children my regards."

Wendy Berber (PT): *she starts to shake her head. no its not. but then realizing that'd be disagreeing with the man, so she ducks her head and kneels in her skirt, gathering up her books hastily. titles going bak into her satchel all look like best sellers, for certain. who could resist "Cultural Anthropology and Linguisics", "Achitechtural Design through the Ages", and the scandalous beuracracy thriller "Red letter, Red Tape"?* Sorry Sir. Miss Laiden.

Laidan: "I will. Good afternoon Wendy." She smiled warmly, ducking her head once, and then heading on her way, passing Jocelyn as she goes.

Wendy Berber (PT): Goodbye Miss Laiden. *her voice carrying a little apprehension as she stares at the remaining books,now mostly alone with a very very intimidating man who she'd manaed to be an idiot in front of. like always*

Jocelyn Pasqual: *That one she does recognize. She eyes Laiden, clearing her throat, speaking up as the woman passes* You know Eddie?

Marie Delacourt: She glides gracefully into the park, almost floating down the path, her slim arms laden with bags, her svelt, willowy body drapped in a long black dress, cinched at the waist by a burnished gold chain. Silver-blond hair spills in a wrist thick braid over one shoulder, leaving her dainty heart-shaped face with its dark brows and sparkling, expressive blue eyes bared tot he eye.

Laidan: A pause, turning to 'look' at Jocelyn. "Yes, I do."

Jocelyn Pasqual: How? *Bottom lip chewed*

Wendy Berber (PT): (color change)

Wendy Berber (PT): (and again)

Troy Lawrence: d10: Per+Alert: 1,2,9,7,

Laidan: "... what do you mean how?" She asks, puzzled.

Troy Lawrence: He looks over to Jocelyn as she mentions Eddie, eyes passing over her appraisingly, almost a little critically. It distracts him from noticing Marie until she is much closer.

Marie Delacourt: d10: per alert: 8,1,6,9,9,

Marie Delacourt: She however, spies Troy almost immediately and shifts her course so that she's moving towards him with that fluid, dancer's grace.

Wendy Berber (PT): d10: per alert: 10,7,7,7,4,

Jocelyn Pasqual: Um. *Hell* You know how I can find her?

Wendy Berber (PT): *and hear comes another one. Wendy ducks her head, gatherig her pens and getting her white socks a little grass stained as she makes to stand, head ducked, chin towards her body. he's the district attorney Wendy.. say ~something~. but wendy scuffs a foot awkwardly as the gorgeous kin approaches, eclipsing the little mare entirely*

Troy Lawrence: "That, I would say, depends upon who you are," he murmurs in response to Jocelyn. Yes, laughing at the Assistant District Attorney, shockingly, is not conducive to politeness later. He looks over his shoulder as Marie comes up, a small, warm smile on his face...wait a minute. Did we just say WARM smile? From Troy?

Laidan: "What's your name?"

Marie Delacourt: A soft, warm smile is offered to Wendy, Marie inclining her head graciously as if bestowing a favor on the girl.

Laidan: Her lips quirk a bit at what Troy says. Hive mind.

Marie Delacourt: "Hello, my love," she murmurs softly, returning Troy's smile with one of utter sweetness.

Troy Lawrence: ((Peace Eagle Hive Mind...ACTIVATE!))

Troy Lawrence: "Good afternoon, my dear." He reaches out an arm to Marie, smiling. "What an unexpected surprise."

Jocelyn Pasqual: *blinkblink* Um. Jo-jocelyn?

Marie Delacourt: She slips into the curve of Troy's arm as if made to fit there, craddling the laden bags with their little handles to her chest. "I was shopping and determined that a walk through the park was in order." A pause as she smiles up to him. "Serendipity."

Laidan: She shifts so she's facing the woman better. "Where do you know Eddie from?"

Wendy Berber (PT): *the girl accepts the nod with a tiny one of her own, curt, she looks at her feet and notes her grass stained socks. her skirt tugged awkwardly to try and cover them before she makes an attempt at latching her hipsack. now you're just standing around like an idiot wendy. move move move... do something and so the little kin gives a little wave to Marie and says clearly as she can* Um. Hi.. Miss.

Marie Delacourt: "Good afternoon, sweeting," she murmurs to Wendy, smiling again. "I am Marie Anna Elizabeth Delacourt. And you are?"

Troy Lawrence: "Serendipity indeed." He smiles adoringly to Marie, and looks back to Wendy...the girl is entirely too nervous. Nevous people are usually guilty of something.

Jocelyn Pasqual: Um. I. Um. Stayed with her once. *She scowls suddenly* Why?

Laidan: She arches an eyebrow as Jocelyn gets defensive. "I live with her, most of the time. I don't remember you."

Troy Lawrence: Eyes pass from Marie and Wendy, over to Jocelyn. Someone claiming to have stayed with Eddie was not something to be ignored. "I'm sorry...who are you again?"

Wendy Berber (PT): Wendy um Berber. *she didn't have a middle name. not that that wasn't one of the many ways she didn't measure up to the delicate creature in front of her. she tugs her sweater and gives a small nervous smile to Marie* .. um. Nice to meet you. I'll leave you alone. * oooh smooooth the book worm cringes a little internally. but beter than busting up the fang tete a tete, she rationalizes*

Marie Delacourt: Her brow arches slowly and she sets down her bags, stepping away from Troy to brush gentle fingers against Wendy's cheek, studying her intently. "First thing, sweeting, you must relax. And then you must learn to hold your head high and think of what you wish to say before you open your pretty little mouth."

Wendy Berber (PT): *her eyes open wide behind thick glasses, hands gripping in her ratty sweater as Marie becomes so familiar. she raises her chin as requested, blush more eviden now, bangs carefully combed to hide as much of her face as possible. wait.. she thinks i have a pretty mouth? the blush deepens as she gives a nod and speaks clearly* Yes Miss. I'm Sorry.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She turns the scowl on the guy* Who are ~you~?

Marie Delacourt: She turns Wendy's head slowly from side to side, delicate fingers on the girl's chin. "I believe, sweeting, that we shall go shopping one day very soon."

Laidan: "Jocelyn." It's -very- soft.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She looks back to the girl, eyes wide* What? *Something is very, very, VERY not right here. She pulls the sketch pad closer to her, pressing it to her chest as if to hide the sketch*

Wendy Berber (PT): *she allows her head to be turned from side to side. not saying anything, allowing the woman to do as she'd like with an ever deepening blush. she blinks as Marie speaks, swalowing and trying instinctively to tuck her chin and lower her head, prevented b the womans hands* Ok. *easy to get along with, this one*

Troy Lawrence: He draws himself up, looking down at Jocelyn, his expression groing a little...cold. "Tory Lawrence, Assistant District Attorney for New York County." He actually gets a bit of a hard gaze in his eyes as he looks at her.

Laidan: "Don't insult him." It's a gentle warning. "I will tell Eddie you are looking for her. Be satisfied with that for now."

Troy Lawrence: d10: Cha+Intimidation: 8,3,7,5,2,6,3,4,

Laidan: A little twitch of her lips as Troy states his title.

Marie Delacourt: Marie smiles happily at the young woman and gently brushes the hair from Wendy's face, her small, soft hands motherly. She does, however, stiffen slightly when Troy's voice gets chilly, sparing a glance over her shoulder.

Jasper: *Jasper makes his way into the park, ear-piece to his cellphone in his ear, talking business with a client on it, PDA in hand working away as he speaks...

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She shrinks back, looking toward Troy again but certainly not at him, one hand sliding toward her bag in preperation for a hasty escape*

Laidan: "I'll tell Eddie you are looking for her." She says simply to Jocelyn, and moves to head off.

Troy Lawrence: He watches Jocelyn, expression cool, an icy blonde eyebrow raised. "So, I repeat...who exactly are you, again?"

Jocelyn Pasqual: But... *Giving Laidan an anxious look, eyes on the ground as she answers Troy* Nobody. Sorry.

Wendy Berber (PT): *she darks inblue eyes towards troy as he speaks. ooh. she looks past Marie at the forboding lawyer*

Jasper: d10: Per+Alert: 4,10,8,5,4,4,

Laidan: "But what?" She pauses, murmuring back to Jocelyn.

Troy Lawrence: "Everyone is somebody," he answers Jocelyn. "'Nobody' is not an answer."

Jasper: *Jasper up from his PDA and around as he speaks and chuckles softly something else said to his client, his gaze stopping on the group, smiling slightly more when he spots Joc, then tilts his head slightly, eyes going over the others, slight change of direction towards them as he walks...

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Her eyes dart around again, looking for an escape path*

Marie Delacourt: "My..." She pauses, blushing softly. "Troy is forboading, I know but he is gentle. One moment sweeting." She brushes knuckles over Wendy's cheek and turns her attention to Jocelyn, brow arching as she moves towards the Lawyer. "Relax, dear-heart. Being over excited will not help. He simply wishes to know who you are in relation to Eddie and how you know his friend. That is all."

Jocelyn Pasqual: d10: per alert: 4,5,6,7,7,

Troy Lawrence: d10: Per+Alert: 3,4,7,8,

Jocelyn Pasqual: Jasper!!! *OhthankGaia* Hey, Jasper! Over here!

Troy Lawrence: He glances over his shoulder briefly at Jasper, before those cold, dark green eyes flick back to Jocelyn. Awaiting her response...cold and composed.

Laidan: Jasper? Her lips twitch, and she frowns a little. The kin with no scent. She shifts, and sighs. "I will tell Eddie you are looking for her Jocelyn."

Wendy Berber (PT): *wendy, freed from Marie's attentions, ducks her head and looks around. perhaps she to looking for an escape path, though not so proud to actualy take one and offend, she cringes internally as Jocelyn calls out*

Jasper: *Jasper frowns slightly as Jocelyn calls out to him, then chuckles softly and says something else into the phone, tapping away on his PDA as he makes his way towards them, pace perhaps quicker than it was, another nod given as he puts his PDA away...

Troy Lawrence: A look over at Marie as she approaches as well, but not long. One such as her does not merit the coollness in his gaze. It's reserved for Jocelyn, out of those present.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *You'd think he's her best friend in the world. She can't quite bring herself to move yet, still cowered away from Troy and unable to look at him, breath held as she hopes that his patience doesn't run out before she's saved*

Laidan: A small shake of her head as she recieves no reponse, moving to walk away for a third time. "Good evening, Jocelyn. Goodbye Troy, Miss Delacourt, Wendy. Have a good day."

Jocelyn Pasqual: Bye. Thanks. *Answering Laiden distractedly as she watches Jasper come closer*

Marie Delacourt: "Have a beautiful evening," she murmurs to Laidan before turning her warm blue eyes on Jocelyn. "Really, my dear. Answer him."

Troy Lawrence: "I believe I asked you a question, miss." That was less a statement then a demand, as Jocelyn ignores him. "I will not ask again."

Jocelyn Pasqual: ((*blinks* distractedly? *sigh*))

Laidan: And off she goes. ((I fleeee))

Wendy Berber (PT): Good Bye Miss Laiden.. *does the kin dare follow her? a few steps in that direction, before she stops and decides better of it. who wanted a wendy following her around. and the fangs hadn't really dismissed her yet. ink eyes peer from behind frumpy cat glasses at Jocelyn. awkward*

Jasper: *He says one more thing into his phone before he hands up, the earpiece going back into his pocket, gaze going over Troy and Joc as he steps up, then back to Troy..* "Is there a problem Mr Lawrence?"

Jasper: ((For those that need it.
JB is caucasian with an average appearance. He appears to be in his 30's, but that is hard to tell, with neatly cut reddish-brown hair which is starting to grey, his hair the only thing giving away that he is older than he looks to be, and brown eyes. He wears blue jeans, a blue flannelette shirt under a trenchcoat, along with brown boots, a worn NYPD baseball cap is worn on his head.))

Troy Lawrence: "Yes, Mr. Bradford," he murmurs, eyes not leaving the cowering Jocelyn. "I asked this woman a question. One she has taken every possible step to avoid answering. She seems to believe I will let the matter drop...what she fails to realize is that, as she claims to be associated with someone close to me, I will not be denied." There is just the slightest emphasis on those last three words, a bit more hardening in his already icy voice.

Jocelyn Pasqual: ((bye! *s*)) *Her mouth opens to say something. It is, really, almost amusing to watch as her brain makes the connection. Jasper? He's Kin. And he's talking to Question Guy. And calling him Mister. And she is so very likely, SO incredibly screwed...*

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She swallows hard, answer half mumbled* My name is Jocelyn Pasqual. Sir. *Please don't kill me...*

Marie Delacourt: Marie sets very light fingers on Troy's arm.

Jasper: "And what may that question be for you to be towering over the poor girl like you are?"

Wendy Berber (PT): *wendy gives a little nod of support. that was the right thing to have done. bangs falling in her face as she rubs at her nose and sniffs*

Troy Lawrence: "I see." Maybe it's Marie's touch, maybe it's the fact that the woman actually answered his question, but he seems to thaw just a little bit, returning his gaze to some semblance of normalcy. A hand moves to rest lightly over Marie's fingers on his arm. "And who is Jocelyn Pasqual?"

Wendy Berber (PT): *her eyes Widen at jaspers question. ok. she's gaping*

Marie Delacourt: Her brow arches as she turns her gaze to Jasper. "And who are you to question his intent?"

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She's watching Jasper, looking for some sign to tell her if she's screwed up, and how badly*

Troy Lawrence: Eyes flick to Jasper, that hardening returning to his gaze. "These are dangerous times, Mr. Bradford. When unknown, disrespectful individuals claim to know those close to me, I demand answers. It is better safe then sorry, and if she does not have the fortitude to handle my line of questioning, then perhaps she should show more respect and answer a direct question, rather then return it via an insult. Do you not agree?"

Jasper: "Jasper Bradford ma'am... a friend of Jocelyn's Family, just as she is a friend of my Family.."

Jasper: *His gaze goes back to Troy..* "Yes they are dangerous times Mr Lawrence, however going after the poor girl like you would a common criminal isnt something that you should be doing, now is it?"

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Yep. Screwed. She sighs, trying to fight down the sick feeling, moving as slowly as possible to close her notebook, tucking the photo inside, and put it in her bag*

Marie Delacourt: Her eyes widen and she gently removes her hand from Troy's arm as she stares at Jasper with something very close to disgust.

Troy Lawrence: He turns his attention fully toward Jasper, eyes boring a hole through him. "I believe I know my place, and what I should or should not do, Mr. Bradford. I would suggest you learn yours."

Troy Lawrence: ((Gnosis spent for Numen activation))

Wendy Berber (PT): *her eyes are huge behind the glasses, amplified like an insects. all this disrespect. the little mare moves a little closer to the fangs, subconsiously distancing herself from the bad kin.. moving closer to marie with a glance*

Troy Lawrence: d10: Cha+Intimidation-WP: 2,9,8,6,9,2,7,5,5,5,

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Her voice comes out a bare whisper, words run together as they rush to get out* JocelynPasqualkintotheBoneGnawers.

Marie Delacourt: Marie reaches out and gently pulls Wendy into her side. Her willowy body is rigid and trembling with tension, her dainty face falling into coldly angry lines.

Jasper: d10: Willpower: 6,2,9,1,9,8,

Wendy Berber (PT): *the spindly glasswalker kin trips a bit, pointed elbow colliding with her sack of books, she winces further, eyes looing from troy to Jasper as she's tucked close, a little too frightened to be awkward at the touch*

Jasper: *Jasper cowers back from Troy, hand moving to his coat pocket..* "I know my place Mr Lawrence..." *A glance goes to Jocelyn as she speaks out her Tribe, attn not fully leaving Troy, eyes not meeting his...*

Marie Delacourt: d10: per alert: 2,3,2,4,6,

Marie Delacourt: Her eyes flick to Jasper's face and she nods contentedly at the proper deference being shown to Troy...She doesn't note his hand moving towards his coat pocket.

Troy Lawrence: His position made clear to Jasper, he turns, looking to Jocelyn. "Well, then, Miss Pasqual. I hope that next time we meet, our interaction is a bit more seemly, and conducted with more appropriateness." He nods his head to her.

Jocelyn Pasqual: Yes Sir. *Watching his shoes*

Wendy Berber (PT): d10: per alert: 4,9,5,5,4,

Jasper: "Now if there isnt anything else Mr Lawrence, Jocelyn and myself have some business to attend to..."

Wendy Berber (PT): *she blinks at jasper, then the plain girl tugs her sweater and looks to troy, head ducked, then to Marie.. wincing as jasper keeps speaking*

Marie Delacourt: "How DARE you, speak to my ma...To him like that!"

Troy Lawrence: He looks to Jasper, glaring at him once more...he really does look about ready to leap at the man. Slights are not easily forgotten by this one, even after proper deference has been shown. "You are dismissed, Mr. Bradford, and you as well, Miss Pasqual."

Troy Lawrence: A hand comes out, calm and steadying, to Marie. No anger there...not even really a command.

Jasper: *Jasper turns his attn from Troy and gently puts an arm around Jocelyn's shoulder comfortingly and starts moving back the way he came from, a soft murmer to Joc as he does..* "Are you okay?"

Marie Delacourt: Her fingers grip his tightly and she lets out a slow, shaky breath, her blue eyes wide. The arm around Wendy's shoulders tightens. "He should be beat," she hisses.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She slinks away with him, finally letting out the breath she's been holding* Who is that?

Jasper: d10: Per+Alert: 1,7,2,6,10,7,

Wendy Berber (PT): *she's still held close to Marie, eyes widening at Jasper, a shake of her head at him. he should not speak WHOa.. the trueborn is angry... her eyes go to troy before she ducks her head, careful with that eye contact wendy. a slight nod to Marie*

Jasper: *Jasper head turns slightly back towards the three, then his attn goes back to Joc, his voice low..* "I'll tell later..."

Troy Lawrence: "We shall see what occurs from this point forward, my dear," he murmurs to Marie. "This is a different place; a mixed alliance. Some leniance must be given for those that are not of our lineages, Marie. They are not as strict in the proper ways as us. I preach unity; I must act with such intention, as well."

Jasper: ((brb))

Marie Delacourt: "It is one thing for someone of poor breeding to speak their mind. It is something else to do so with such blatant disrespect." She sighs. "Forgive me, Wendy. That was most unseemly of me."

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Sighing, figuring that only means it's bad* Okay. Thanks for saving me.

Wendy Berber (PT): *she looks to Marie and speaks crisply, hands curled in her sweater though her chin is raised* Its nothing. ... *the kin with no notable markings as such remembers and adds for safety's sake* um.. Wendy berber.. glasswalker kin.. ..sorry.

Marie Delacourt: "It most certainly was something." She shakes her head and smiles, reaching out to gently untangle Wendy's hands from her sweater. "Relax, sweeting. No one will hurt you. I promise."

Troy Lawrence: He seems to havbe regained his even keel, the anger having left him. He turns his gaze to Wendy, nodding. She may have covered his hand in snot, but she's been respectful since. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Berber."

Wendy Berber (PT): *she nods, great. now she thinks you're abused. way to go spazziod she begins untangling her hands as requested, curiousity getting the better of her as she ventures* .. Is that.. usual?

Wendy Berber (PT): you as too sir. *she manages quickly, maybe too quickly. he'd been mighty frigetening a few minutes ago*

Marie Delacourt: Marie shrugs eloquently and looks up to Troy. "I do not know what is 'usual' for New York, having only recently arrived."

Troy Lawrence: "No, it is most certainly not." He shakes his head. "It is, perhaps, more common then other places, sadly...but not by any means usual, fortunately."

Wendy Berber (PT): * you as to sir? ... stupidstupidstupid a blush rises in her cheeks, eyes low*

Wendy Berber (PT): *a nod. she makes mental note that those were exceptions not the rule* thank you.

Jasper: *A gentle squeeze, almost fatherly, is given to Joc and a soft smile..* "Dont need to thank me... Anyway, what were you asking that got him up on his high horse?"

Marie Delacourt: Marie smoothes Wendy's sweater slightly and then sighs, moving to gather up her shopping bags, leaving the poor deer to fend for herself with Troy.

Troy Lawrence: "Of course, Miss Berber." He nods. "It is good of you to ask these things. One must learn their surroundings if one is to excel in it."

Wendy Berber (PT): *its something of a hard sweater to smooth, the thing seeming lumpy by nature, and unfortunately none of those lumps seem to be breasts. maybe she's just a feminine boy. she nods to Troy as he says the magic word.. learn, speaking precisely as she shoves her glasses back up the brideg of her nose with a finger. classic geek manuever* I try to learn as much as I can sir. Its um. always better to know.. *she looks to marie..was she leaving?*

Jocelyn Pasqual: The girl he was talkin' to. She knows somebody I met. I wanna ask Eddie somethin'. *Sighing* Is he an Elder?

Marie Delacourt: She peers through the bags a moment and then gathers them up, gliding back towards the pair with dainty steps.

Jasper: *He shakes his head slightly and speaks softly back, a glance around as he does, moving towards where he's parked as they get to the park exit..* "No, he isnt, but lets go someplace where we can talk more freely, this isnt the place to be doing so.."

Troy Lawrence: "A wise plan, Miss Berber. Knowledge is power. Proper application of power brings greatness to your actions. The progession is a simple one to make." He looks back over to Marie as she moves back to them, smiling warmly to her.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She relaxes, if only a little, nodding* Okay.

Marie Delacourt: Troy's smile is returned rather adoringly.

Wendy Berber (PT): yes. *a nod in agreement, power.. greatness.. these weren't quite the things the little mare considered herself suited for. she sniffs back her cold and gives a little smile, almost apologetic to marie. she's suddenly awkward* mm.. am I dismissed sir?

Jasper: *He looks at his watch then smiles slightly looking to Joc...* "Lets get something to eat on the way.." *He looks around as he gets to his car, his keys coming out as he unlocks the car with them and opens the door for Joc..

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She slips in, stomach growling at the mention of food* Okay. Sounds good.

Troy Lawrence: "If you wish to be, of course. Good afternoon, Miss Berber." A gracious nod to her.

Marie Delacourt: "Oh." She blinks at Wendy. "Would you be a darling and take down my number? I would like you to call me tomorrow evening, sweeting."

Wendy Berber (PT): *undertainty.. was that stay? no.. marie's request confirms that was go, and certain of her course of action, she relaxes a little, nodding to Marie and opening her hipback, a book is drawn out and shoved under an armpit, before she tugs out a notebook and opens it to a fresh page, pen appearing in her hand as she nods* ok. thank you.

Jasper: *He smiles, then moves around and hops in and drives off...

Marie Delacourt: She smiles and gives Wendy her number, speaking precisely to make sure the young woman has it down. "No, thank you. I truly look forward to getting to know you better, Wendy."

Troy Lawrence: A nod, in agreement with Marie's toward the bookworm.

Wendy Berber (PT): *its copied verbatum in neat text. wendy nods numbly and gives a nervous smile* um. me too. thanks Miss Delacourt. * what do you have terets? she just told you not to say thanks! a scuff of her toe as she tucks the booklet away and tucks her book away with it. doing up her satchel* Good afternoon Sir.

Marie Delacourt: "Be well, Wendy," she murmurs, biting her lower lip as she turns towards Troy to hide the smile.

Wendy Berber (PT): *a nod, and she's off briskly. acutely aware of how she doesn't stack up, grass stained knees and all*

Troy Lawrence: "Good day." He looks from Wendy to Marie, smiling adoringly to her. "Why hello, Miss Delacourt," he says, a bit of a grin in his voice...speaking as if they had just run into each other today.

Marie Delacourt: "Charming thing," she murmurs, smiling.

Marie Delacourt: "Hello, Mr. Lawrence," she says, tipping her face up to him. "How are you this fine, fine evening?"

Troy Lawrence: "Despite a few insignificant annoyances, I am quite well. My day, it appears, has greatly improved with the addition of present company."

Marie Delacourt: She flushes daintily and lowers her eyes, chin tucking to her chest.

Troy Lawrence: A little smile, and he looks around a moment before glancing back to her. "Is your schedule clear for the evening, my dear?"

Marie Delacourt: "I am not sure, Mr. Lawrence. Is it?" She arches a dark brow, teeth nibbling daintily at her lower lip.

Troy Lawrence: He smiles a little, chuckling. "Come, my dear. I think I have had enough of fresh air, such as this city can provide it."

Marie Delacourt: "Well then. Where to, hm?" She smiles and holds out her hands and the bags, her eyes bright. "And do be a dear."

Troy Lawrence: He takes the bags from her with an easy nod. "I thought, perhaps, dinner, and then a night at home? We could use some relaxation, after today's excitement."

Marie Delacourt: "Mnn. Sounds divine," she murmurs. "Though, perhaps, take out would be good?"

Troy Lawrence: "Take out is an excellent idea," he answers with a nod.

Marie Delacourt: "And perhaps we could talk," she murmurs, settling in at his side as they head towards wherever his car is parked.

Troy Lawrence: "Yes, I believe that would be a good idea as well." He guides her to the Infiniti, automatic keylocks disengaging, and opens the door for her.

Marie Delacourt: She blushes softly, biting her lips as she sits and swings her legs into the car.

Marie Delacourt: ((Aaaaaaand room switch!))

MARIE'S APARTMENT

Marie Delacourt: Marie is quiet on the car ride, watching the other from beneath lowered lashes, her chin tucked to her chest, blue eyes sparkling. So much to say and so afraid to simply say it.

Troy Lawrence: He his calm as he maneuvers through the city streets, his expression even, relaxed. He arrives at Marie's apartment, pulling to a stop and killing the engine.

Marie Delacourt: She glances over at him as she unhooks her seatbelt and then one hand rises to brush, softly, across his cheek.

Troy Lawrence: He glances over at her, smiling gently to her...warmly. He reaches out to cup her cheek with his hand, thumb pad brushing over the skin there. "Come, my dear. Surely inside is more comfortable then my car seats." The smile manages to become a grin.

Marie Delacourt: "Most definitely but I didn'...Did not think that I could go another moment without touching you."

Troy Lawrence: His eyes shift...so different from that dark, cold green from not so long ago, much warmer, more expressive. He nods slightly, and withdraws his hand, almost reluctantly, opening his door and slipping out, moving around to open her door for her.

Marie Delacourt: Her eyes widen in muted horror, mind replaying her words over and over again. She blinks and tries to clear her expression before he opens her door. And when she slips from the car she is calm, smiling, happy, her hand settling in his before she helps him gather the bags.

Troy Lawrence: He gets her bags, shutting the car door when they're all out, and moves, bags in one hand, her hand in another, as he moves with her to her apartment.

Marie Delacourt: Oddly heavy little bags. She glances down at their joined hands, the blush returning, growing. So odd to be actually holding his hand. Intimate in ways that even their lovemaking wasn't.

Troy Lawrence: He moves up the stairs, to the apartment, unlocking the door and letting them in. The bags are set down on the counter, and he goes for his cell phone. "What are you in the mood for for dinner, Marie?"

Marie Delacourt: "What ever you would like, Troy," she murmurs. "I am going to change and will be back momentarily." Smiling, she drifts towards her bedroom.

Troy Lawrence: "Of course, my dear." He dials up one of the many eateries and makes a quick order, speaking quietly but in his ever-commanding tone, moving to look out the window as he orders.

Marie Delacourt: Minutes later she drifts back out of her bedroom, her silver blond hair falling in thick waves to her hips, her lean frame wrapped in a pale spill of pink satin, the spagetti strapped dress with its hint of lace at decolatage and almost floor sweeping hem looking more like a neglige then a dress.

Troy Lawrence: He looks back over at her as he hangs up the phone, and his breath catches. "My dear...you look truly exquisite."

Marie Delacourt: She smiles shyly, slippered feet carrying across the lushly carpeted floor towards him, shaking her head. "No, I do not."

Delivery Boy: And suprisingly enough, only minutes after the order is placed there comes a knock on the door to the appartment.

Troy Lawrence: "Believe me, Marie. You do." He looks to the door and moves to it, impressed. It's not often dlivery comes this quick.

Marie Delacourt: She laughs softly and drifts into the ilttle kitchen area to begin making coffee.

Troy Lawrence: He looks through the peephole and then opens the door for the Delivery Boy. "Good day."

Delivery Boy: At the door, is a uniformed delivery boy for a local florist. Holding in his arms is large crystal vase with two dozen long stemmed roses in it. Attached to the red ribbon bow is a white card tucked neatly in place. "Hello, I have a delivery for a Miss Delacort."

Troy Lawrence: A momentary pause, and he nods slightly to the Boy. "Of course. I will sign for it."

Marie Delacourt: Marie goes about grinding the beans for the coffee, smiling softly, her face hidden by the heavy sweep of her hair.

Delivery Boy: He hands over the flowers, and then the clip board with the attached pen. He smiles to the man and rocks on his heels some as he waits.

Troy Lawrence: He signs the clipboard and hands it back, along with an appropriate tip. "Thank you. Good day." The door is closed without waiting for a response, and he carries the vase into the kitchen. "A gift for you from someone, my dear." From the tone in his voice, it's obviously not from him.

Marie Delacourt: She blinks as she sees the flowers, brow arching. "Gavin, perhaps?" She tilts her head just slightly to oneside and reaches for the card, careful of the thorns.

Troy Lawrence: "I would assume so," he says, nodding. He draws away a moment, granting her some short privacy. Not withdrawing...just enough for propriety. He reaches into his jacket and produces his cigarette case.

Marie Delacourt: She makes a soft, ammused sound and lays the card on the counter. "Cheeky little Lord," she murmurs, caressing the flowers gently before picking up the vase and taking it to the table.

Troy Lawrence: "Lord?" He looks to her, a pale brow raised slightly. He doesn't move to take the card...that would be a horrendous breach of privacy, of course. His curiosity is so very obviously piqued, though.

Marie Delacourt: "I met a young man at a cafe yesterday. He helped me home." A pause as she turns to regard Troy with a soft smile, eyes settling on the cigarette case, brow arching. "His name is Craven."

Troy Lawrence: Craven. That seems appropriate. He nods a little bit, sliding the case away without withdrawing one. At least it isn't Gavin. "I see. And he is a Shadow Lord?"

Marie Delacourt: "Yes. A most tortured, little Lordling." She chuckles and moves slowly towards Troy. "His story is fit for a faerie tale and not mine to tell."

Troy Lawrence: "Hmm." He doesn't seem overly threatened by this one...still, there's perhaps something there. "Food should be here soon enough...now, where were we?"

Marie Delacourt: "Mn. I am not sure," she murmurs, touching his cheek lightly with the tips of her fingers. "I believe we agreed that there was much to discuss."

Troy Lawrence: "Ahh, yes, of course." He smiles a little bit, taking a deep breath. "I would say that is a fair statement. It has been a fairly eventful time, since we met."

Marie Delacourt: "Rushed, some might say," she agrees softly, her fingertips traveling over his lips briefly before falling away.

Troy Lawrence: "Perhaps. But not...overly rushed, I don't think. Do you?"

Marie Delacourt: "How can it be overly rushed when it is so obviously Gaia's will?" She smiles softly, perhaps a touch coquettishly.

Troy Lawrence: He chuckles a little. "You will get no argument from me." He pauses a moment. "I feel I must beg your forgiveness in...certain ways I have acted around some people. It was not appropriate for me to react that way."

Marie Delacourt: "If you refer to the young woman today and the man that followed, you were well within your rights, Troy. My father would have punished them both for their insolence."

Troy Lawrence: "I was referring to Gavin," he says, quietly.

Marie Delacourt: She flushes hotly and lowers her eyes, biting at her lower lip. "Oh."

Troy Lawrence: "Not that I have any qualms about defending my position as I did in the Sept. But my reaction in the Concerto Club...it was not appropriate, or fair to you. I apologize, Marie."

Marie Delacourt: "He was...Challangeing your right to me," she whispers. "I would have been offended had you not become upset. I would have wondered if perhaps I was only a dalliance. A distraction."

Troy Lawrence: "You are many things to me, my dear. Many things, indeed. A distraction, or a dalliance are nowhere on that list." He smiles, a softness there that seems perhaps odd on the normally formal Silver Fang's face.

Marie Delacourt: She lifts her face towards him, head canting, just so, to oneside. "Truly?"

Troy Lawrence: "As true as anything I have ever said."

Marie Delacourt: "That may not be saying much, Troy. You are a Lawyer after all," she teases, eyes sparkling as her heart begins to pound beneath the soft skin of hre throat.

Troy Lawrence: He smiles a little. "Even lawyers tell the truth sometimes, Marie." He reaches out to caress her cheek. "I have an tendancy to fall into that pattern, when you're around. I fear you may not be able to attend any of my trials...I may be forced into honesty, and finally lose."

Marie Delacourt: His words draw a bright, startled laugh from her and she smiles, fast and warm, her hand rising to touch his cheek again. "In the park today...I almost called you my mate."

Troy Lawrence: "I heard." He nods slowly.

Marie Delacourt: "I'm sorry," she whispers, cheeks flushing more darkly as her words fail her.

Troy Lawrence: "Don't be." He smiles, head canting sideways. "I was not offended...rather, I found myself honored by the thought."

Marie Delacourt: "It was not a conscious thought, Troy," she admits. "I simply said it. The man was angering you and I hated him for it...And I just...I said it."

Troy Lawrence: "Yes...and you said what was natural for you to say."

Marie Delacourt: "But I did not know if it was what you felt. What you wanted. I took liberties."

Troy Lawrence: He takes a deep breath. "Perhaps. Allow me to assure you, my dear, that those liberties were quite justified."

Marie Delacourt: "Justified," she asks softly, taking one slow, sliding step closer.

Troy Lawrence: "Indeed, yes...justified." He takes her hands in his, gazing down at her. "Highly so."

Marie Delacourt: Marie swallows softly, her eyes falling from his to stare at their hands.

Troy Lawrence: "Marie...my dear." He speaks quietly, a light tremor in there. "When you nearly said it, I found myself...overjoyed. For I knew you felt as I."

Marie Delacourt: She drops gracefully to her knees, kissing his hands, pressing them to her cheeks. "I am yours..."

Troy Lawrence: He smiles gently, and draws her back up to her feet. "And I am yours, Marie." He raises her hands, reverently kissing one set of knuckles, then the other, before leaning in to kiss her lips.

Marie Delacourt: Her hands curl with his as their lips meet, the slender, graceful kin swaying into his body.

Troy Lawrence: He leans down, the kiss long, slow. Not lascivious...very gentle, rather.

Marie Delacourt: She meets the kiss gently, tenderly, her breath spilling into his mouth as her hands slip from his, arms curling about his neck, hands craddling the back of his head.

Troy Lawrence: His hands wrap around around her waist, holding her to him as he gives himself over to her in the kiss, fully and completely.

Marie Delacourt: "Gavin is going to be angry," she whispers when the kiss finally breaks, a soft, almost giggle escaping her lips.

Troy Lawrence: "I find myself, unfortunately, not caring too much about his anger." He chuckles.

Marie Delacourt: "So then...I take this to mean that I am your mate in all but actual name."

Troy Lawrence: "Yes. And I believe it shall be time, very soon, to announce our official courtship. So much has happened at the Sept that is negative and shadowed...some good news would surely brighten things."

Marie Delacourt: "They will not believe it. The dour, imposing Troy Lawrence, in lust, if not love," she whispers, blushing softly.

Troy Lawrence: "Mmm..." He chuckles. "I can be very convincing, when I need to be. I think they will be quite surprised, but they will believe. Or else." Yes, that's a joke.

Marie Delacourt: She blinks in startlement at the joke and glances to the clock. "It seems that our dinner did not arrive. Perhaps we should simply skip to desert."

Troy Lawrence: "Perhaps we should," he says, smiling.

Marie Delacourt: Her tongue flickers briefly over her lips and she smiles. "I believe I have eclaires."

Troy Lawrence: "Mmmm...that sounds perfect."

Marie Delacourt: She pouts at him, blue eyes going wide. "I was joking...I had thought that you would...That we would..."

Troy Lawrence: He just smiles a little bit.

Marie Delacourt: "I had hoped that you would claim me properly," she finishes rather lamely.

Troy Lawrence: His phone rings, and he looks at it, fronwing a little. He answers. "Lawrence."

Marie Delacourt: Her eyes widen in frustration, a little sound escaping her lips.

Troy Lawrence: His face darkens, and he nods. "Understoof. I will be there straight away. Thank you, Laidan. Buy me some time."

Marie Delacourt: She sighs. "Let me fetch my shawl," she murmurs.

Troy Lawrence: "Thank you. I'll be there shortly." He hangs up the phone and looks to Marie. "We must go to the Sept. Bradford and Pasqual are raising a fuss about earlier today."

Troy Lawrence: "Excellent." He nods and waits for her, his expression darkened. He's annoyed, now.

Marie Delacourt: Marie nods, gliding towards her bedroom. She returns a moment later with a beautiful black tasseled shawl over her slim shoulders.

Troy Lawrence: Her shawl retrieved, he puts his hand on the small of her back and leads her out to the car, heading off to the Sept post-haste.

SEPT OF THE GREEN

Troy Lawrence: ((Anyone mind a fast-forward to Troy & Marie showing up?))

Jasper: "Miss Laidan, whether it was safe or not to speak in front of Wendy, it is still something that shouldnt have happened..." ((nope, no minding here))

Laidan: "Mr. Bradford," she says, very calmly. "Did Troy ask her for her tribe? This is all I ask, and then I am going to withhold my words until my packmate gets here."

Troy Lawrence: He walks into the Sept with Marie on his arm. The young Royalist looks...annoyed. Annoyed, and a little frustrated.

Jocelyn Pasqual: He's fucking scary! *And right. There. She sighs, shrinking back a little*

Jasper: *Jasper glances to Joc and gives her a slight squeeze..

Laidan: ((Fuck me, I made an error. Erase anything pertaining to Wendy being kin. Information mix up))

Jasper: *Jasper glances to Joc and gives her a slight squeeze..

Laidan: ((Fuck me, I made an error. Erase anything pertaining to Wendy being kin. Information mix up))

Laidan: There is a low rumble in her chest to her Alpha, a greeting.

Marie Delacourt: Marie too looks vaguely irritated, her dark brows drawn together beneath wildly flowing silver-gold tresses. Her hair falls free and loose, spilling across the black shawl that's thrown casually over an almost ground sweeping dress of pale pink satin...a dress that looks more like a very expensive nightgown then dress. As usual dainty little ballet slippers hug her small feet.

Troy Lawrence: He marches straight into the group, giving nods to Laidan and Yolanda. Jocelyn and Jasper get brief looks. "Laidan. Yolanda-Rhya. Good evening. I understand there is question over the incident that occurred today within Battery park?"

Laidan: She shifts easily, moving into a position behind her Alpha, almost like a support position. An extremely wolfish gesture.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Shrinking back a little more, looking sheepish*

Marie Delacourt: Marie dips into a delicate curtsie, her eyes lowering before Yolanda.

Yolanda: Yolanda is siting against a tree, but stands when Troy and Marie arrive and nods to each of them before looking to Laiden, Joc, and Jasper. She then turns her gaze back to Troy. "There seems to be a misunderstanding... that you were overly forceful in demanding information from a woman in Battery Park that you did not know. Who Laiden had delt with by offering to pass a message but instead you choose to push and frighten somene who might have been a plain normal human."

: No lurker posting, take a nick.

Troy Lawrence: "That is not correct. Allow me to explain, if you would, Rhya."

Yolanda: "By all means." she says with a soft smile to him.

Marie Delacourt: Marie flicks her eyes cooly to Jocelyn and then to Jasper, her fingers falling away from Troy's arm to clasp lightly in front of her.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Scowling back at Marie before looking away*

Troy Lawrence: "I was sitting in Battery Park with Laidan, having a brief conversation...Miss Barber approached. We were conversing, and an unfortunate faux pas occurred, and she shook my hand with a used kleenex, soiling my hand. Miss Pasqual was nearby, and laughed at that precise moment, silencing herself the instant I looked over, as if she had been caught. An obvious sign of amusement over my embarassment." He frowns, and continues. "Conversation continued, and as Laidan was preparing to leave, Miss Pasqual asked us about Eddie Sturk, Laidan and my packmate. I was naturally suspicious, as Miss Laidan satated she did not know Jocelyn, and Laidan lives with Eddie. Eddie has several kinfolk children who were previously owned by members of the Derabka Ver, a slave guild. That an unknown individual would mention something in such a way was suspicious; however, I merely asked her who she was; she shot back immediately by asking me, in a very hostile fashion, who I was. I identified myself by my name and my job, an Assistant District Attorney of New York. Again, she did not answer."

Laidan: She remains in position behind her Alpha, hands dangling by her side, listening.

Sabra Kessington: She was pretty sure this was the right spot, so after talking to the guardians and informing them of who she was, the young looking women made her way through the bawn, stopping at the perimeter upon hearing some voices and preferring to see what was going on first before just walking into something. She is dressed semi-casually in black jeans, a dark blue ribbed sweater and rather new looking boots that are hardly ever worn. Her waist length dark auburn hair is parted to the side. There is a demure look to her grey-blue eyes, yet at upon closer observation, it is pretty obvious of her fine breeding.

Marie Delacourt: Her eyes move back to Jocelyn at the scowl and she slowly arches one dark brow.

Troy Lawrence: "At this point, it was a matter of respect for my position. At no point during this were Garou concerns verbally brought up. The Veil was maintained...by me, at least." He makes to continue.

Yolanda: "And why should a human woman respond to you if she does not wish to? Did you know she was a kin? or that Miss Barber was either? Do you know everyone that Miss Sturk knows, or has lived with in the past?" she asks calmly and precisely.

Jocelyn Pasqual: You tell me you're a DA and you expect that I'm gonna tell you shit? What colour is the sky in your world? *Scowl moving from Marie to Troy*

Jasper: *Jasper glances Troy's direction listening as he explains things, then to Marie before he glances to Joc then back to Marie before his gaze falls back to Joc, gentle squeeze again, slight shake of his head to her...

Marie Delacourt: Marie inhales slowly and lifts her chin, staring down the regal line of her nose at the girl. "He expected you to act with a modicum of decency and decorum as any young woman of polite society should and would."

Laidan: She turns her head towards Jocelyn, frowning.

Jasper: d10: Per+Alert: 4,1,4,2,5,1,

Yolanda: "Please, let Troy speak." she says to all present.

Jasper: ((I swear those dice first love me then hate me LOL))

Sabra Kessington: She just listens to them very quietly, definitely glad she didn't walk right into the middle of this.

Jasper: ((brb))

Jasper: ((brb))

Troy Lawrence: "Miss Pasqual, be silent. I am not addressing you." He looks to Yolanda. "The point is that I asked her a question, and she was rude. A human woman should answer a question out of simple decency. One who does not obviously evade identification of themselves unless they have good reason to. My initial question was not overly demanding or forceful, I merely asked, and I quote, 'And who are you?'"

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She sighs, eyes rolling, but quiets*

Yolanda: "And what did you answer with?" she asks to Jocelyn. For the moment not mentioning something else.

Marie Delacourt: Lips thinning Marie turns her attention back to yolanda, inclining her head graciously at the woman's command.

Troy Lawrence: He falls silent as Yolanda asks Jocelyn her question, waiting for his opportunity to continue.

Jocelyn Pasqual: I wasn't going to tell him anything. Where I come from you don't just go telling people like him who you are, you know? But then I saw Jasper and he came over and he was all "Sir" to him so I figured that he was probably somebody importaint so I told him who I was because he freaked me out.

Laidan: She shifts behind Troy, wanting to speak. But it is not her turn, so she stays quiet.

Yolanda: "Did you mention your tribe or just tell him your name?" she asks to Jocelyn with a soft smile to her so not to frighten her further.

Sabra Kessington (pb 4): The young woman continues to listen quietly from her vantage point.

Marie Delacourt: Marie sighs and lifts her hand, fingers brushing Troy's lightly.

Troy Lawrence: "Yolanda-Rhya...respectfully, there is more to this tale."

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck* I told him my tribe.

Jasper: *Jasper mutters softly as he gets some wandering bug in one of his eyes and closes them tightly in order to get the offender out, listening to what is said...

Yolanda: "Yes, and I will get back to you in a moment. I still am curious what about being a 'assistant' DA has to do with having authority over a woman to make demands of her. So consider that please." and then looks back to Joc

Yolanda: She gives her a little look of admonishment and then back to Troy. "you may continue."

Marie Delacourt: Her eyes lift to Troy's face, brow arching slightly before they fall away and turn more fully to Jocelyn again.

Troy Lawrence: "Thank you, Rhya. And to answer your question, an Assistant District Attorney has the ability, here in the state of New York, to question individuals on the street, in regards to ongoing investigations." All praise the Patriot Act. "At this point, Mr. Bradford showed up. He interjected himself into the conversation by questioning what I was doing in a very disrespectful manner. I enforced my position, and he reached into his jacket, as if to reach for a weapon. In Battery Park. A Neutral Zone area." He stops there, to let that point be made, and then continues. "Miss Pasqual identified herself by her name, and then, without my asking whether she was kin or not, she identified herself, of her own accord, as Bone Gnawer Kin, as she has stated, thus rending the Veil. I would like to point out, to those who feel I was overly harsh, that I did not make a move toward Mr. Bradford when he made what could be interpreted as a move to attack."

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She slinks down a little more, arms crossed almost protectively in front of her*

Jasper: *Jasper gives a slight snort, keeping the one eye closed that the bug flew into, the other one opening..* ((Ack, thunder, if I disappear it's because of power outage))

Laidan: An ear turns to Jasper at his snort, a frown still tugging at her lips.

Jasper: *Jasper's gaze goes to Yolanda, clearly indicating he wishes to speak..

Sabra Kessington (pb 4): She continues listening to these "proceedings" with some interest, shifting from one leg to the other occassionally, hands shoved into her jeans pockets.

Yolanda: "The point is, you were not investigating this woman. So you were abusing your authority and did not tell her this was an official act of your office. You provoked and answer from a scared... woman." she says the last part with a bit of force. "You were both at fault, you for starting the mess and her for speaking something she should not have in public." and she sighs at this. "It is all and good to be cautious Troy, but you are an Attorney first, a Silve Fang second when in public and among those who might be average and normal humans. She responded as any threatend woman might." she glances to Marie. "not everyone comes from the hamptons and knows proper etiquette. So to expect everyone to live up to your standards are a little unfair."

Troy Lawrence: "Yolanda...my apologies, but the Derabka Ver was investigated by the police. The investigation is still open. I was fully within my rights to do this...there was no abuse."

Marie Delacourt: "I expect, with all do respect, madame, a person to handle themselves with dignity. Even a child knows to say please and thank you, yes? The girl was rude without provocation and if she had simply answered my mate the first time the question, a simple, polite question, was asked then her behavior and its supsisciousness would never have been called into question."

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Her mouth opens to shoot a retort back at Troy, but then closes again*

Jasper: *Jasper coughs..* "If I may speak Rhya?" *His gaze still on Yolanda

Yolanda: "I am not aware of such things, but I still did not hear you tell me that you said to her you were asking her these questions as part of your 'ongoing' investigation. You merely told her who you were right?"

Troy Lawrence: ((Sorry, phone call. One sec.))

Yolanda: (ten mintues)"yes, Jasper." she says to him to speak. Though she does look to Marie for a moment.

Troy Lawrence: "In an ongoing investigation, Rhya, I am within my rights to withhold why I am asking such a question. Otherwise, people are likely to...well, be silent. If, as a District Attorney, I ask a question, it is expected that it will be answered. This is New York law, and as you said, I am an Attorney first."

Laidan: Its probably good she's not in lupus. She looks off, vaguely in Marie's direction, before 'looking' back.

Jasper: "When I had approached, after Jocelyn had shouted out for me, I had asked Troy-Rhya if there was something the matter, refering to him as Mr Lawrence, which is quite respectful when there is a Silver Fang towering over a cowering young woman like Jocelyn... Once Jocelyn realised that Troy-Rhya was possibly Garou because I had called him Mister, she gave him her name. However, he pushed that further as well by informing me that he wouldnt be denied as to who she was... He himself even asked who Jocelyn Pasqual... Forcing the question to be answered by her... As to when I went inside my coat, I didnt reach inside, I went for my pocket protecting myself when he tried to tower over me and intimidate me like I was a common criminal, which is exactly the same thing he did to Jocelyn here.."

Yolanda: "Very well, I stand corrected on that point." she says to him. "Though still personally think deceitful for you to employ such reasoning in this matter. If you felt she was a kidnapper, why push the issue in public?"

Troy Lawrence: "Incorrect, Mr. Bradford. I stated I would not be denied before Miss Pasqual stated her name."

Jocelyn Pasqual: Yeah. *Nodding as Jasper speaks*

Troy Lawrence: "Because if I were to just grab her off the streets and put her in my car, would that not be worse then merely asking her name?"

Marie Delacourt: Marie draws the shawl more tightly around her shoulders and folds her hands once more.

Laidan: She is still standing in support of her Alpha.

Jasper: *Jasper's gaze is still on Yolanda..* "Rhya, he had already been told her name yet continued to ask who she was..."

Jocelyn Pasqual: You said my name. Before I said who I belonged to. *Scowling at Troy for a second*

Laidan: And she frowns more.

Yolanda: "But did as Jasper say, she answer you and you persisted?" she asks to Troy and then looks to Jocelyn. "What did happen? Did you tell him your name and then tell him your name and finally tribe when he persisted?" she asks to Joc.

Marie Delacourt: Her brows draw together. "Being told someone's name is not the same as hearing it from that persons own lips," she murmurs softly.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Frowning, sighing in frusteration* I don't remember. He had me totally wigged out like the twacked chick did.

Sabra Kessington (pb 4): She shifts again before deciding to take a seat quietly, listening.

Laidan: "... twacked?" She questions, very softly.

Troy Lawrence: "She stated her name. I then asked her for clarification as to who she was. Simply meaning, 'I work at a restaurant. I am a librarian. I am a United States citizen.' I certainly did not ask her to identify her Tribe and status in open public. I did not know she was kin until Mr. Bradford stated to me, AFTER I asked for such clarification, that she was Family."

Jasper: *Jasper's gaze shifts from Yolanda to Joc, still the one eye closed from the insect, finger gently rubbing it...

Valerii Raven: He moves quietly through Central Park toward the center of the caern, arms crossed across his chest. He seems _very_ aware that all kinds of things could be out hunting, skittish, avoiding the shadows as best he can. He's thin enough it borders on unhealthy, just under average height. Even the black leather trenchcoat doesn't mask the fragility; it's more than size and bone structure, it's the way he moves, the eyes that keep dropping to the ground. When he does look up, captivating jewel-green eyes are a shock against the his pale skin and dark hair, very much alive and aware.

Jocelyn Pasqual: The fuck was I supposed to know that? I don't KNOW anybody here! *Her anger egged on when her eyes tear up. She looks down, trying to blink away the tears, arms tightening around herself*

Troy Lawrence: "And the clarification was asked with respect, and not in a threatening manner. I had let any intimdation tactics that they can claim go at this point, I would like to point out."

Troy Lawrence: "You are supposed to know not to rend the Veil in open public, Miss Pasqual. I certainly never thought you would publicize such a thing."

Jasper: *Jasper's arm moves back around Joc's shoulder, fatherly and comfortingly, giving her a gentle squeeze...

Yolanda: "I need to think on this." and she heads for the edge of the clearing (and I must go, back in a half hour)

Marie Delacourt: "Mind your tone," she murmurs softly to Jocelyn. "The language will do no one any good, sweeting."

Yolanda: "Please be civil till I return pleas."

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Leaning into Jasper again, trying to will herself not to cry*

Jasper: *Jasper shakes his head slightly..* "No you hadnt Troy-rhya, you had turned them onto me and were using them against me... All because I questioned you for your actions against Jocelyn.."

Jocelyn Pasqual: Go fuck yourself. *Muttered to Marie* How's that for tone?

Laidan: She snorts, shifting behind Troy, teeth baring just briefly.

Marie Delacourt: Marie disengages from Troy's side and moves slowly, gracefully towards Jocelyn.

Troy Lawrence: He remains perfectly stoic. He did nothing wrong, and if the Fury lets herself be blinded by Jocelyn's gender, that's not his problem. He looks to Laidan, reaching out and touching her shoulder, speaking quietly. "Thank you for giving me the opportunity to come down here and set these slanders straight, Laidan. Have you met Miss Delacourt yet?"

Laidan: "Stop." She murmurs to both kin. "It will do no good. If she wishes to be angry and hurl insults, she may. They mean nothing."

Jasper: *His gaze shifts from Jocelyn to Marie, eyes watching her, a soft mutter to Joc...* "Shh, no need for that for now.."

Troy Lawrence: "Everyone, STOP." He looks to all of them. "Civility was demanded from the Warder. Will you ALL disrespect her such to disobey her command?"

Laidan: She rolls shoulders; she'd be stalking if she were in lupus. "It was the correct thing to do. Your side had to be shared as well. I am sorry I could not defend you better, and did not call you sooner."

Jasper: "Slanders Troy-Rhya... Perhaps we should take them up with the Truthcatcher, that is if there is still one here..." *Eyes still watch Marie, though comforting Joc...

Troy Lawrence: "Bradford, be civil or be silent."

Marie Delacourt: Troy's command stops her in her tracks but her eyes, as they rest on Jocelyn are far from friendly. "You are not worth my notice," she murmurs, turning her back resolutely ont he girl and moving back to Troy's side.

Laidan: "Maybe we should part our ways until the Warder's return, to keep our tempers and words in check, and follow the Warder's request." A soft murmur.

Valerii Raven: Catching the mood of the group he hesitates...he knows this is where to look, but not really who he is looking for. He falls back to a safe distance and waits, leaning into a lamp post.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She does the quick visual on where her bag is, then glances around for the nearest escape route, once again looking like a trapped rabbit*

Jasper: *He moves his fingers from his eye and opens it slow, blinking a few times to make certain things are clear, a glance going to Joc again...

Troy Lawrence: "I believe you are correct, Laidan. Let us spearate for now." He reaches out to bring a hand to the small of Marie's back, and looks to Laidan. "Let us move off in this direction, so more proper introductions may be made."

Troy Lawrence: d10: Per+Alert: 9,4,5,4,

Marie Delacourt: "Forgive me," she murmurs softly to Troy, letting his hand guide her away.

Laidan: There is a rumble from the irate woman, though it's not directed at anyone in particular. "I have to find my pants first..."

Troy Lawrence: Oh, NOW he notes Valerii. He looks to the man with a slight nod of greeting, and moves to head off with Marie and Laidan.

Marie Delacourt: Marie sweeps her shawl from her shoulders. "Here, my dear, wrap this about you as a skirt," she says, laying the soft, soft fabric in Laidan's hands.

Jasper: d10: Per+Alert: 4,9,6,9,7,3,

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She sniffles, face burried in Jasper's shoulder* I'm sorry.

Jasper: *Jasper looks around as the others move off, taking in the newcomers quietly before he looks back to Jocelyn, his voice soft..* "What for?"

Laidan: She relaxes a little, and gently moves the fabric back to Marie. "Thank you... but I still have to find my pants. It has my bag with it, and I have to put my phone back."

Valerii Raven: Troy gets a faint nod and a hand raised in greeting, but Rei does not move to join the man uninvited.

Marie Delacourt: "Very well," she says, sweeping it over her shoulders again before pausing to draw her heavy hair from beneath it.

Jocelyn Pasqual: Being stupid. *Pulling away a little now that the immediate danger has passed, wiping at her eyes with her fingertips* I can't just keep my mouth shut, you know? And I ~know~ better.

Laidan: d10: per+alert: 6,7,6,3,2,6,4,

Laidan: She drifts away from Troy and Marie, disappearing briefly... and reappearing with loosely flowing pants, and a small bag slung over her shoulder. She rejoins, walking just behind Troy, still in that beta position.

Jasper: *He shakes his head slightly, voice still soft..* "There isnt any need to be thinking that Jocelyn..."

Troy Lawrence: He alters course slightly to head over to Valerii...might as well get him intro'd too.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Sighing a little, pulling from him to go grab her bag*

Marie Delacourt: Preceeds Troy, following that gentle pressure of his hand, her slim body almost floating over the ground.

Sabra Kessington (pb 4): She remains quietly sitting there, watching as the group breaks up. Patiently waiting for something...or someone perhaps.

Troy Lawrence: He walks up to Valerii, nodding to him. "Mr. Raven...a pleasure to see you again."

Jasper: *He watches her go and retrieve her back and moves back to sit down himself giving a soft sigh...

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Slinking back next to Jasper again, settling in next to him*

Valerii Raven: He meets Troy's eyes for a fraction of a second as he approaches and then lets them fall to the ground at his feet before looking back up. "Likewise, Mr. Lawrence. It is my pleasure to see you again."

Marie Delacourt: Marie shifts to settle in at Troy's side, grasping his arm lightly.

Troy Lawrence: "May I have the pleasure of introducing Miss Marie Anne Elizabeth Delacourt." Laidan, as a Truborn, he lets introduce herself.

Laidan: She shifts just behind Troy, not sure if she'd ever met Raven before. So she nods very politely to the kin.

Marie Delacourt: She extends one slim hand to Valerii. "It is an honor to meet you Mr. raven."

Jasper: *He gives Joc a soft reassuring smile...

Valerii Raven: "An honor to meet you as well, Miss Delacourt." He reaches out to shake her hand, just a light squeze really, there is hardly any shaking involved. Laidan gets a return nod.

Ewan O'Mailly: *Ewan walks into the sept looking for Jasper.* ((If you need a DD just ask and yes he has pb 3))

Troy Lawrence: "And Laidan...Marie Anne Elizabeth Delacourt, as well. As she stated earlier...my mate."

Marie Delacourt: She flushes and smiles adoringly and apologetically up at Troy before turning to offer her hand to Laidan. "Madame."

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She sits up a little, almost perking, waving to Ewan from her spot next to Jasper*

Jasper: d10: Per+Alert: 2,5,8,8,7,6,

Laidan: A small smile, the woman... warmer, now that they've moved. "It's nice to meet you, Miss Delcaourt. Laidan Sees with the Heart... Fostern Fianna Theurge." Lai doesn't take the hand. She has no idea it's there.

Jasper: *Jasper smiles slightly spotting Ewan out of the corner of his eye and looks over to him and waves him over to sit with Joc and himself

Marie Delacourt: Marie takes Laidan's hand gently in both of her own, giving it a squeeze before letting go. "It is an honor to meet one of my mate's pack."

Ewan O'Mailly: *He notices the two waving at him. He gives a smile of his own and waves back. Quickly he is up to them.* Hey you two.

Laidan: She gently squeezes Marie's hand back, a small, mischevious smile playing along her lips. "It is an honor to meet you as well. I did wonder... why my Alpha's scent was on you, the other day." It's gentle, teasing almost.

Jocelyn Pasqual: Hey! *Smiling up at him*

Marie Delacourt: She flushes and ducks her chin to her chest, hair spilling over her shoulders to hide her face.

Jasper: *Jasper smiles slightly more, then holds up the paper bag that now has the rubbish in it from the burgers earlier..* "You missed out on your burger..." *He grins slightly...

Troy Lawrence: He smiles a little bit at Laidan's words, though he does look a bit...flustered, perhaps? As the women talk, he looks to Valerii. "How have you been, Mr. Raven?"

Valerii Raven: Now aware that Laidan couldn't have seen his nod, and that they're in safe company he offers the most concise introduction he can as he reaches out to touch the back of Laidan's hand with the back of his, offering her the chance to take it. "Valerii Raven, Shadow Lord kin."

Valerii Raven: "I have been well, Mr. Lawrence. Thank you. And yourself?"

Troy Lawrence: "I am quite well, thank you."

Laidan: She does gently take Rei's hand, gratefully. "A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Raven."

Laidan: There's a soft chuckle at the silence from Marie, and she lowers her head. "I'm sorry if I offended you..."

Marie Delacourt: "No, not at all. Simply...That is to say that I am..." She sighs softly adn then laughs, quick and bright. "Very much in love."

Laidan: Something flickers over the young woman's face, but she smiles a little to Marie. "That's very good to hear..."

Ewan O'Mailly: *He looks at the empty bag and give a small frown.* Damn it, on the way home ya dont mind we stop to get something? I've only eaten lunch.*And the kid is always hungery. He looks over to Jocelyn and gives her a smile back, while moving over to sit next to her.* Hey, Jocelyn ya doing all right?

Jamie Randall: Tall and broad shouldered, Jamie moves into the Sept grounds with a smooth, easy step. His handsome face is animated; green eyes expressive beneath pale lashes and firm lips mobile and as quick to frown as they are to smile. Shoulder length red-gold hair is pulled back into a tight club at the back of his head, falling just over his collar. A well tailored suit, black on black, hugs his muscular frame, everything neat and immaculately clean right down to his highly polished shoes.

Jasper: *He chuckles softly..* "We can..." *He watches the two of them.."

Yolanda: Yolanda wanders back into sight, seeming a little more resolved in her thinking and looks to see who is still around and perhaps slightly suprised by the influx of new people that have gathered since her departure. ((Sorry, back now))

Troy Lawrence: d10: Per+Alertness: 5,9,5,6,

Jamie Randall: ((PB 2, Rage 6))

Jasper: d10: Per+Alert: 2,7,5,6,4,6,

Laidan: d10: per+alert: 7,2,9,7,2,5,7,

Troy Lawrence: He looks over at Yolanda approaches. "I believe the decision is coming. Excuse us, Mr. Raven." He steers Marie around, guiding her back to the clearing.

Jamie Randall: d10: per alert: 5,9,10,

Valerii Raven: "Would my assumption that your...engagement is only recently confirmed be correct?" He asks Troy softly.

Valerii Raven: (DLP then. *G*)

Jasper: *Jasper's gaze looks around the clearing again, taking note of Jamie as he makes his way in, eyes studying for a moment before his gaze moves on, noting that Yolanda has returned before he looks back to Ewan and Joc

Jocelyn Pasqual: Other than pissing off Fangs and looking like a moron in front of the Warder? Yep. Doing fine. *Leaning into him*

Laidan: She moves back with Troy, silently, her look pensive almost.

Jamie Randall: Jamie glances around quietly, a bland expression on his face. Bri had said that the kid hung out here.

Sabra Kessington (pb 4): She has just been sitting there watching and listening to things quietly, her blue grey eyes moving with the Warder upon her return.

Marie Delacourt: She smiles softly to Valerii and flows off with Troy.

Valerii Raven: "Of course, Mr. Lawrence." His eyes lower again. "It has been a pleasure speaking with you and meeting your companions. I only regret we had so little time. Good evening."

Jasper: *Jasper murmers softly to the two of them..* "Yolanda's returned..." *Then stands up from where he sits..* ((PM me if you need a DD))

Jamie Randall: Ah ha! A grin hits his face and he strikes off towards Ewan, powerful body moving with a purpose.

Troy Lawrence: ((Ahh, yes. Anyone needing a DD, PM away.))

Yolanda: The Warder doesn't exactly move too far into the gathering, mostly standing on the edge to give everyone a chance to wrap up any dicussions or whatever. She does watch Troy, and those close to him for a long moment before turning her gaze to Jocelyn and then Jasper.

Jasper: *Jasper's gaze shifts to Jamie as he makes his way towards the three of them...

Ewan O'Mailly: *He looks at Jocelyn and then to Jasper.* Pissing off the Fangs? *He thinks for a moment.* Oh...Silver Fangs, how did you do that? Your not in to much trobble are you?

Troy Lawrence: He murmurs to Laidan as they approach. "There is a Fianna cub who is here, by the way, that you should speak with, I think. He is with Mr. Bradford and Miss Pasqual."

Laidan: "Of course." She murmurs to Troy

Jocelyn Pasqual: I don't think so? *Looking at Jasper as he stands up, then looking back to the Warder, sitting up straight again*

Marie Delacourt: Marie twines her arm with Troy's as they walk, staying very close to him.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She looks at him, nose wrinkling a little* You're Fianna? *Grinning*

Valerii Raven: Dismissed, he rises and slips away.

Jamie Randall: "Evenin'," he calls, deep voice booming, his Scott's brogue hard to miss.

Troy Lawrence: He stops where he stood the first time, his arms coming around to rest, folded, in front of him. He looks calmly to the Warder, looking very much like a lawyer about to hear a verdict. It's a position he knows well.

Yolanda: She looks to Troy first, nodding to him and then to Jasper. "Did I miss anything while I was away?" she asks with a soft smile to them both.

Laidan: There is an extremely distinct skittering of two steps or so away from Jamie's voice, before she seems to control herself. She slides slowly back to behind Troy, silently, swallowing a little.

Jasper: "Evening sir.." *His gaze then shifts from Jamie to Yolanda..* "You did Rhya, Troy-Rhya has accused both Jocelyn and myself of slandering him by me bringing to your attn the matter of the incident within Battery Park.."

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She watches the Warder, chewing her bottom lip*

Troy Lawrence: "No, Rhya. Nothing occurred in your absence." He politely avoids bringing up all the hostility that flew from both sides in the wake of her leaving.

Ewan O'Mailly: *He looks at the group that is looking at Jasper and Joc, then back to the group. He barly whispers to the both of them.* Is there anything I can do to help? *He snaps his head to look at Jamie.* Hey.

Troy Lawrence: ((DLP))

Jamie Randall: He quiets himself as he siddles up to Ewan, towering over the boy with a grin. "Ewan, aye?"

Laidan: She tenses again, lips pressing into a thin, angry line.

Marie Delacourt: Her brow arches slowly and then furrows, eyes turning up to Troy's face before moving to the warder.

Yolanda: An eyebrow rises at that as he looks over to Troy for clarrification.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Giving Ewan a quick smile, hand on his shoulder to help herself up, moving next to Jasper again*

Troy Lawrence: He sighs. "Rhya...Mr. Bradford overheard me speaking with my own group, stating my opinion. I did not throw anything his way. I was not yelling, in fact I was speaking in soft tones, unlike Miss Pasqual, who told my mate to quote-unquote 'Fuck you' after your request for civility. And I did not return the insult, in fact, I told everyone to respect your request for civility."

Ewan O'Mailly: *He nods not even looking at Jamie, then puts up a finger. His attantion is all on Yolanda, Jocelyn, and Jasper. He gives Jocelyn a confindent smile to help her.*

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Muttered* I told her to go fuck herself...

Laidan: Hands fist at her sides. This is almost too much for her to take even. And she has a good temper.

Jamie Randall: He taps Ewan's shoulder lightly. "Thes es none o'yer concern, laddy-buck. I drug meself away from me lass fer ye...Coom away an talk ef ye would," he says softly.

Yolanda: She looks to Jasper for his response about Troy's response and just waits for the moment.

Marie Delacourt: "Indeed," she murmurs softly, sighing saddly.

Jasper: *A glance goes to Jamie again, then to Ewan before he looks to Joc before he looks back to Yolanda..

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Glancing to Ewan, returning the smile, eyes flickering to Jamie before she looks at her feet again*

Michelle (Rauko): ((not for long, but need rpg to distress from day *G*)) *the girl was on and skittering, yes... around, to abiod people, moving slowly, though not hiding, atrack the less atention posible*

Michelle (Rauko): *she is a smallish teenager, near her sixteen. Dirty blond, curly hair falls to her shoulders, generally loose, eyes peer unsurely towards the world, seeming kin, but not secure. Her frame is slender, almost small. Her hands are delicate, of large fingers, and oddly long fingernails, even though they seem to be kept short they have a long ness to them. Though what most call the attention are her eyes, they look almost yellowish, like those of a wolf, with a slight red circle around the yellow, before the white of the eyes. Her teeth seem slightly large too, specially the canines. Despite this she still seems to draw the attention of the eye, with her delicacy, and her instinctive shyness, that seems to give her an exotic kind of prettiness.* http://www.geocities.com/furygodess/Rauko.html

Ewan O'Mailly: *He looks to Jamie with a scowl. In hushed angry voice.* It is to my fucking concern, Scotty. *He looks to Jasper lowering his voice even more.* He's my father.

Troy Lawrence: He nods, and raises a hand, requesting for time to speak Jasper's response.

Jasper: "Troy-rhya was actually thanking Laidan-Rhya for giving him the opportunity to come down to set things straight, he did use the word slander while doing so... As to Jocelyn, she's upset over the matter, just as Miss Delacourt is, who I think was coming over to do something about her language before a stop was made by Troy-rhya.."

Yolanda: "Alright, well lets get this straight... his is not a trial, it is because Jasper brought a concern to me and I have listend to both sides discussing the situation. I think I understand Jaspers and Jocelyns points. Now..." looking to Troy. "Having said all that you have, is there anything you wish to say about the situation before I speak my mind on it?"

Marie Delacourt: "Yes I was going to say something to the girl."

Jamie Randall: Jamie's chest expands slowly at Ewan's words and one can almost feel the rage crackling just under Jamie's skin. "Aye, 'es yer father, laddy buck boot I am yer fookin' elder!"

Jasper: *Jasper's gaze shifts to Ewan, a warning look given to him, then flicks to Jamie, appologetic before he looks back to Ewan and gives the slightest flick of his head to him before he looks back to Yolanda..

Troy Lawrence: "I do, Rhya. I would like to point out that, while I have been nothing but civil during these proceedings, Miss Pasqual has been nothing but disrespectful and hostile to everyone who is not supporting her side in this. Just as she was disrespectful and hostile to my calm, respectfully-asked question to identify herself earlier today. Her current state of mind, and her obvious lack of respect, speaks worlds toward the way she behaves in general. I would also note that Jasper did confirm his intention to pull a weapon on me, just because I was intimidating. I will be planning to bring that to a formal situation, because that is beyond inappropriate behavior. If I, a Garou, can hold my temper while a kin cannot, there is a serious problem there."

Michelle (Rauko): *eh... and well.... seeing the.....discussion, she freezes, peering momentarily their way, then off.... oh.... *

Troy Lawrence: "And obviously, Mr. Bradford's own son shows a complete lack of respect for his Elders as well. I wonder if this is not a problem intrinsic with all associated with Mr. Bradford."

Ewan O'Mailly: *His eye's squint shut once he hears that, with only one word going through his mind. SHIT! Slowly he turns back to Jamie.* Ahhhh...lets go?

Jamie Randall: He grins but its not particularly friendly and sets his hand lightly ont he back of Ewan's neck, stearing him away from the group. "Aye lad. Le's go."

Jasper: "Troy-rhya, keep my son out of this... Also, I would point out the person here hasnt identified themselves as being his Elder... He is also still a cub and still learning... As for me going for a weapon, I have every right to protect myself.."

Yolanda: She gives a rather pointed look to the Silver Fang and glances to Ewan briefly before looking over to Troy once more. "Anything else Galliard?"

Troy Lawrence: "None, Rhya, other then to say that in response to Mr. Bradford, if he pulls a gun at every scary person who glares at him in New York City, he will be in for serious problems." He bows his head. He's done speaking.

Marie Delacourt: Marie is silent, her fingers gently stroking Troy's arm, her attention on Yolanda.

Jasper: *Jasper just chuckles softly to that, clearly amused by the last statement..

Ewan O'Mailly: *He gets up and follows where Jamie is leading him. He looks at Joc for one last time and mouths good luck to her.*

Troy Lawrence: d10: Rage: 2,2,9,4,

Troy Lawrence: And a gritting of his teeth, as Jasper LAUGHS at him. He can only tolerate so much disrespect.

Michelle (Rauko): ((ehgks!!)

Jamie Randall: "Noow then, lad," he rumbles softly, extending one meaty, oversized paw to Ewan once they are a bit away from the commotion. "Me mate, Brianna McCarthy asked me tae coome an meet ye, aye?"

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She looks up, deep breath before plunging in* Warder Rhya, I don't want you taking my side just 'cause I'm a girl, you know? He said you might be blinded by that. *Half noddign toward Troy* I know that I don't know how stuff works here. I shouldn't have said anything that I wasn't asked, and I should have answered what I was asked. I'm sorry.

Marie Delacourt: Shivering, she gently disengages from her mate and takes a single, cautious step back, blue eyes widening.

Troy Lawrence: ((Troy did not SAY that. It was outside of a quote mark))

Jasper: ((I dont think it was said by Troy about Yolanda being blinded))

Yolanda: (np on the woman thing, thanks for the clarification Ravyn)

Laidan: There is a shift, as if to move between Marie and Troy if needed.

Jocelyn Pasqual: ((hell. sorry. DLP then. totally different posting style here than what i'm used to.))

Troy Lawrence: ((S'all good. Just wanted to make that clear post-haste. *G*))

Ewan O'Mailly: *He gives an embarrassed smile and takes the hand shaking it.* Hey, sorry about that...I really new. Brianna? Oh yeah her, cool. *He cant help but look back to the commotion for a second with some worry. Then he looks back to Jamie.* I apolies Rhya...

Yolanda: "Let me preface this by saying that I tend to hold Silver Fangs to a higher standard then most. Almost on the same level of the Black Furies." and she grins some about that. "You are a Fostern, a Galliard, and the Alpha of the oldest Pack in the Sept. This places a certain expctation upon you." she begins and looks at Troy and gives him a soft smile.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She flashes Ewan a quick, small smile, arms wrapped around herself again*

Jamie Randall: "Apology accepted lad. I'd 'ave introduced me self boot et seemed best te get ye an get gone post 'aste." He snorts and scratches at the bridge of his nose with one blunt finger. "'Ow old are ye lad?"

Yolanda: "I begain this situation by merely stating that I thought you were being overly cautious regarding a person. You though obviously see no wrong in your own actions despite hindesight. You were looking out for your Pack, and those under its protection which is admirable." she says as she grows more serious.

Troy Lawrence: He nods silently, accepting the point.

Marie Delacourt: She touches Troy's back very lightly but othersise stays the heck out of his way.

Ewan O'Mailly: *He so wants to lie but he decides that wont be a good idea since Jasper will tell him if he askes.* Fourteen.

Yolanda: "You were within your authority as a DA to question anyone it seems within New York, but as a Galliard I would expect better tactics and not those I would find a Shadow Lord using. I would also expect that once a member of this Sept be it Kin or Fullblood." noding towards Jasper. "To be wiser and stop yourself. Instead, you persisted despite her name and family status being assured. Infront of someone, who by shere luck it turns out was a Kin herself."

Jamie Randall: He chuckles at that. "Yer a wee lad. When was yer fist change?"

Jasper: *Jasper glances between each as they speak, gaze going to Joc for a moment, then flicks off in the direction that Ewan and Jamie went before going back to Yolanda..

Marie Delacourt: Her brow furrows.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She's just going to stare at her shoes, most of her concentration going to keeping her mouth shut*

Yolanda: "Thus forcing a rending a possible rending of the Viel which luckily did not happen since all parties involved were safe. Jasper did not draw any weapon on you, but was prepared to defend himself as you stated. Never once pulling out any weapon into plain sight and ready to use. You seem intent on twisting his actions to possibly defend a kin from a possible threat. Just as you were trying to do by finding out who Jocelyn was. That is disheartening in the least."

Ewan O'Mailly: *Now this one he doesnt even want to lie about.* A little more then three weeks ago. * He glances back to Japser and Joc, making sure that they're still there.*

Yolanda: "I ask only this... wouild you do the same again?" and then she seems to be done.

Troy Lawrence: His face darkens, and quite frankly hardens. He merely stands there, resolute beyond that.

Jamie Randall: "Ewan, lad, no offense te ye, yer kin arenae goin' anywhere, aye? Yer attention should be on me." He smiles and its a little warmer. "I'm nae a member o' the sept yet, boot tha's changin' real soon, lad an i'd like te 'elp ye if i kin. So, 'ow aboot we set oop times te talk?"

Yolanda: "Well? Would you do it all again... the same way you did it the first time?" she asks crossing her arms over her chest.

Jasper: *Jasper glances to Jocelyn, then squats down to give her shoulder a gentle squeeze, his attn still on Yolanda..

Marie Delacourt: Marie blinks, clearly confused, her eyes flicking from Yolanda to what she can see of Troy's face and back.

Laidan: She remains silent and supportive behind her Alpha.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Looking up at Jasper, tiny smile, eyes flickering to Ewan and back to the Warder*

Troy Lawrence: "Would I act in exactly the same way? No, of course not. Had I not had Mr. Bradford insulting me on one side and Miss Pasqual evading my question on the other, I would have had a better presence of mind, and done things differently. Would I risk the feelings of a single disrespectful individual to potentially keep safe four kinfolk children that were horrifically abused by an organization that is larger then just New York and may well have sent operatives to locate those kinfolk? In a heartbeat and without thought of otherwise."

Ewan O'Mailly: *He turns his head back to Jamie, but doesnt look at him.* Sorry agian...*He finally looks up to Jamie and nods.* Yea, that would be cool.

Marie Delacourt: Troy's words bring a warm, worshipful smile to her dainty face and her fingers rub softly across his back.

Troy Lawrence: "I do admit some fault in pushing things in an inappropriate manner. I do not handle disrespect well. And my presence of mind could have been better. I would have intervened in the situation no matter what."

Jamie Randall: He outright grins at the boy when their eyes meet. "Good." He pulls a cell phone from his suitcoat pocket. "Yer number?"

Yolanda: She snorts some with a shake of her head and then shrugs her shoulders at the added statement. "Then all is good and we have all learned a valuable lesson from this."

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Snorting, muttering* Yeah. 'Cause I sure look dangerous...

Jasper: *Jasper's gaze flicks to Joc as she mutters and he gives her shoulder a squeeze again before he looks back to Yolanda

Troy Lawrence: "And there is to be no admonishment, whatsoever, toward Mr. Bradford and Miss Pasqual? Even considering her further, complete lack of anything remotely approaching a level of respect?"

Laidan: She turns her head towards Jocelyn. Yeah. Because the skinny blind woman looks dangerous. But she is. She can turn into a nine foot monster of doome. But she says nothing.

Ewan O'Mailly: *He reaches into his many pockets trying to find something. After a little while he finds what he was looking for. Ewan pulls a card and reads the back of it. After that he looks up to Jamie.* Do you know Laidan? I was told by...him. *Noding towards Troy, and his voice diffentally sound like he wanted to call him something else.* The she's a fainna too.

Jamie Randall: "Nae." He shakes his head, jaw pulsing. "Ye'll respect all Garou aboove ye wi' respect lad, am I undaerstood? Nae matter yer personal feelin's."

Jamie Randall: (("Ye'll show respect te all Garou aboove ye lad, am I undaerstood.."))

Ewan O'Mailly: *He nods slowly.* Yeah, I trying I've heard a lot about that lately.

Jamie Randall: "Do ye know what 'appens tae cubs tha' dinnae respect their elders?"

Yolanda: "No, this isn't a trial. You have to earn respect Troy, even as a Silver Fang and a Fullblood. I do not expect ass kissing from Kin... they are not your servants nor of your Tribe. I do expect Kin to behave appropriately and not antagonize a Fullblood when treated fairly but I have not seen that yet."

Troy Lawrence: Apparently, in this Sept, nothing. He glances over at the conversation between Jamie and Ewan, then back to Yolanda, waiting a response.

Laidan: "May I say a word Ryha?" She says, very softly.

Jasper: "Rhya, if I may say something?" *The question obviously for Yolanda..

Troy Lawrence: "I see. Good day, then." He nods to Yolanda and turns, leaving and guiding Marie out with him.

Marie Delacourt: She blinks, stunned and moves off with Troy. "Love?"

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Glancing up at Yolanda, eyes wide for a second*

Troy Lawrence: Though he does pause when Laidan asks to speak, looking over his shoulder to listen to his Beta's words.

Ewan O'Mailly: *He cant help but to think of a half of dozon smart ass aswers to that guestion. He even goes as far as to opening his mouth, but luckly he cautches himself and closes it. Slowly he shakes his head no.*

Yolanda: "Laiden." she says first. "By all means."

Jamie Randall: "Ye get the piss beat out o'ye," he rumbles, brow arching. "Usually until ye cannae walk...Usually until ye beg fer fergivness."

Jasper: *Jasper's gaze flicks in Laidan's direction, then back to Yolanda, quietly waiting his turn..

Sabra Kessington (pb 4): The woman continues her quiet vigil sitting and observing, her thoughts her own on the matter at hand.

Laidan: She lifts her head. "It is true that a Trueborn should respect a kin, and a kin should respect a trueborn, just as Trueborn respect Trueborn, and kin respect kin. But, while I do not wish to argue your descion, I would like to mention... that Jocelyn did insult Marie. She's sworn several times. During Troy's explination, she interrupted him several times. She is within her bounds to be upset but... she was not always civil." She bows her head, deffering to the other woman. "The descion, however, is yours Ryha."

Laidan: The woman is NOTHING but respectful, polite, calm, and deffering to her Elder. She merely wished to state an observation.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She bites her tongue, eyes still on the ground*

Yolanda: "Laiden, I have passed no judgement. We learned from this, must someone be punished? I sure know Jocelyn will think again before not answering someone."

Marie Delacourt: Marie sighs and presses her cheek briefly against Troy's shoulder, her eyes skittering to Jocelyn and away.

Ewan O'Mailly: *His eye's widen a bit with shock.* I kinda like not getting my ass handed to me, and walking is my main mode of transportation... I'll remember that. Thank you Jamie.

Yolanda: And then looks to Jasper. "And what might you have to say?" she asks him.

Jamie Randall: "Yer welcome laddy buck," he says, hand pausing about an inch above Ewan's hair as he thinks better of mussing it. "I expect te 'ear from ye. Maybe meet ye 'ere t'morrow evenin'."

Troy Lawrence: "Someone has been punished," he mutters, barely a whisper. Likely only audible to those directly around him.

Marie Delacourt: She nips her lower lip, brows furrowing at Troy's word, her hand dropping, fingers curling with his.

Jasper: "I think Troy-rhya forgets that while outside of the Sept it makes it more difficult for Kin, and Trueblood's, alike to show as much respect as is needed. I was being respectful by calling him Mr Lawrence while in public. If I was being disrespectful to him I would have been calling him by his first name.."

Laidan: She bares her throat to the woman, and then nods. "I am not asking for punishment Ryha. I just merely wished to speak. Thank you for allowing me to do so." She moves, to head off with Troy, it seems.

Troy Lawrence: As soon as Jasper is adressed by Yolanda, he's walking out of the Sept. He does not need to frenzy and kill a kinfolk in the Sept. He's close enough to is as it is.

Laidan: There is a twitch in her step. He needs to shut up. Jasper needs to shut UP. She moves slowly towards Troy, her jaw tight.

Ewan O'Mailly: *He eye's the hand as it goes to his hair. He stands a little riged and gives a breath of releif when Jamie takes it back.* Yeah, sure thing!

Marie Delacourt: "It is not always ones words alone which show disrespect Mr. Bradford," she murmurs softly. "Often body language and tone of voice also play a large roll in how a person percieves one's actions. And while the young woman's incivility was there, quite spectacularly, for anyone to see, yours was veiled, couched in not in what you said but how you said it."

Marie Delacourt: And she moves off with Troy without another word. Her peace made.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *And, maybe to illustrate Marie's point, she rolls her eyes again*

Yolanda: "Let it drop please Jasper." she says to him and then looks to Troy as he leaves.

Jamie Randall: He grins, gives the kids shoulder a squeeze. "All righ' then. Go on back tae yer lass, Ewan. I've te ge' 'ome. I've a lass needin' plowin'."

Jasper: *He nods..* "Yes Rhya.." *His gaze flicking in the direction of the trio, then back to Yolanda for a moment before he glances in Ewan and Jamie's direction...

Laidan: She follows her Alpha, and her Alpha's mate.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Quite a showing, Joce. Bet your sister just can't ~wait~ to meet you after this...*

Troy Lawrence: His body is tense, anger rolling off of him as he makes his way out of the Sept. No doubt in his mind...the Silver Fang has just been publicly humiliated. And he's not taking this one lying down.

Ewan O'Mailly: *He rolls his eye's.* She just a friend.

Sabra Kessington (pb 4): Seeing that things are starting to break up, the woman gracefully gets back up to her feet.

Jamie Randall: He laughs at that, the sound booming. "Och, lad...Those are the best lasses tae lie wi'."

Yolanda: Yolanda sighs softly as she watches them leave and just runs her hands through her hair, looking to Jasper and Jocelyn now. "I'm assuming you both learned from this as well?"

Jasper: *Jasper glances to Joc, then he looks in the direction of Sabra as she moves..

Jocelyn Pasqual: Yes, Warder Rhya. *Nodnodnod*

Ewan O'Mailly: *He gives off a laugh at that.* Well that is how I got here.

Jasper: *He looks back to Yolanda and nods slightly..* "Yes Rhya.."

Jamie Randall: "G'nigh' lad."

Sabra Kessington (pb 4): Sabra gives a polite nod to the man who glances in her direction, but stays quiet.

Ewan O'Mailly: Night Jamie-Rhya. *He gives a wave bye to him as he makes his way back to Jasper and Joc.*

Jamie Randall: And the Scottish Maffia ambles out of the Sept.