Caroline McGregor: *Walking through the park on her way back to the apartment. A cup of hot cocoa in hand.*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he too moves through the park, although his destination is unknown, he spots Caroline easily from afar. It's hard to miss that hair. He starts in her direction, perhaps she can amuse him for a bit*

Caroline McGregor: *She's ALWAYS amusing. And he's hard to miss as well..it's the height. He must surely get nose-bleeds up there.* So, do you come with your own watch tower up there?

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: No unfortunately they don't let me play with the rifles, I'm not allowed in the tower. *a blandly stated joke perhaps. He looks her over for a long moment* Evening Caroline..here with a purpose..or simply passing through?

Caroline McGregor: *She rolls her eyes a bit at the perusal.* I can stay still and you can circle around if you want. *she takes a sip of her cocoa.* Just taking a walk. I like going through at night..it's very peaceful.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he makes a twirling motion with his finger above her head* How about I stay still and you spin around once or twice. *from his tone it would indicate that he's probably being serious*

Caroline McGregor: Yeah...riIdon't think so. *She really is a tall one, far taller than most of the pocket kin around here.*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he frowns a bit* Intent on disappointing me eh? *he moves to sit on a near by bench. He sits heavily upon it as he's prone to doing and then glances up at her* You seen that timid little rabbit Michelle recently?

Caroline McGregor: *she frowns slightly as he mentions Michelle.* I understand you were giving her quite the browbeating the other night AND you got into a verbal fight with Aerin. I'll have you know you did a number on Easter dinner because of that.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Oh, I feel so bad, was your monkey-day ruined? *his tone is more than condescending* I would've gotten into a true fight had he found his spine.

Caroline McGregor: *Her hands close into fists and it takes a conscious effort to relax them.* Easter was difficult. *that's all she says.* and one day you'll learn that all victories don't happen through physical prowess. *pause.* that means beating up your opponent, by the way.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he laughs a bit* You're so cute getting all indignant like that. *he laughs again* The time will come when she *Michelle he means* will have to make a choice. I'll not stand for her claiming to be of my blood and yet under the protection of another. *he grins a bit* Or I'll smash her protector into the earth..would seeing that make you angry Caroline?

Caroline McGregor: *Almost tall enough to be nose to nose with him, glaring.* Leave her alone, Arn. She displays more courage than anyone I've met. You're so busy being pompously bigoted and chauvanistic you can't even see that. And what makes me angry is you and anyone else threatening and belittling her like you do. Nothing gives you the right to do that. Nothing!

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he laughs a bit more when she shouts* My what a temper you have..it's quite alluring. *he tilts his head to the side and looks her over once more* Don't try to put words in my mouth though. I never threatened the girl, nor did I seek to belittle her, she is strange. My blood and hers are the same..that gives me the right to question her however I see fit. There are standards to live up to.

Caroline McGregor: *She looks a bit disconcerted at that and makes a shooshing motion with her hands.* Go try that line on some Fenrir kin. I'm sure you'll find one to fall at your feet. *She sighs.* Look Arn, I think Michelle has tried to live up to other people's standards for a very long time. The only standards she really has to worry about are her own.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Does she in fact have standards of her own? *he says his question perhaps even of genuine curiosity* Fenrir kin do not fall at anyone's feet. They stand strong in the face of adversity. Michelle wilts like an unwatered flower when confronted. That is not our way.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: (hehehe)

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: You know...he picks the worst times to enter the park. In through the gate he slips, his staff tapping along the ground as he makes his way toward the paths. His hair's pulled back into a tight ponytail, a bit of stubble on his face...he looks a bit tired, maybe a touch irritable. And paranoid. Always paranoid, these days. The trench coat sways against his legs as he walks along, looking around.

Caroline McGregor: Michelle bends..but she doesn't break..and every time she comes here she's facing her own brand of adversity..and yet, she still comes and she does what she can, knowing she's always going to find people like you who think they can bully her. And that's what you're doing Arn, whether you know it or not. *shrugs.* She may not stand up the way you think she should..but she does stand.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Per+Alert: 9,3,6,3,10,5,

Caroline McGregor: (FIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHT...I mean...oh no...bad timing indeed.)

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: Paranoia has it's privelges. He notes Arn and Caroline, and almost immediately, the tense state between the two brings a growl to his lips. He alters course, almost stalking through the park, headed toward them.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he snorts* She stands with eyes averted, shrinking from all stimuli, that is not how a Fenrir acts. Kinfolk or true born we stand tall no matter who confronts us. *he laughs a bit and stands once more when he spots Aerin approaching* Well, well, well.

Caroline McGregor: *She looks to where Arn does and groans inside. This is sooo not what she needs at the moment.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Back off her," he says with a sneer. "And shut your mouth, before you continue to prove your ignorance. It seems to be all you know to do. You know nothing about Michelle."

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he scoffs at Aerin* Silence your toothless maw Gaian. I do what I please. You are not of the power to stop me.

Caroline McGregor: *She rubs her suddenly aching head as the two start to butt heads and steps away from them both.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "You talk ill of my ward," he says, lip curled. "She's not yours to be concerned about. And I'll thank you to keep such words quiet, unless we're within the bounds of more secure areas. Think before you speak, you blustering waste."

~black birdie~: And up in the trees, easily hiding among the darkness and shadows, a little birdie sits.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Your words mean nothing to me. *he scoffs at Aerin once more* I speak the truth of Michelle. It is as simple as that. *he shakes his head* There are none of the flock milling about. Paranoia does not suit one of your station.

Caroline McGregor: You are so blind, Arn. *she mutters.*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Oh am I? *he asks Caroline* Enlighten me as to the unseen around me then if you're so perceptive.

Caroline McGregor: I've tried...but you just don't want to listen. *she points out.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "My words carry the weight of experience. You're an idiot if you don't heed them...or me. And that right there was your last warning. You will not disrespect my ward again, refuse to acknowledge my status, or speak ill of the decision made by Hagen, your own leader." He shakes his head. "If you need Caroline to make you see what's obvious, then you have no sight of your own. You shall not suffer your people to tend your sickness."

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Save your bluster Aerin. I am wholly unimpressed. I will speak to Hagen soon enough. *he growls a bit* You continually try to put words into my mouth that I have not spoken. I wish the girl no ill will...you...on the otherhand. Shall not escape my wrath. One way or another we'll meet in battle. I promise you that.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he looks once more to Caroline* Me not paying attention to you is your own fault Caroline. *whatever he means by that*

Caroline McGregor: *Again she looks dumbfounded. He goes from declaring a challenge to Aerin to making totally nonsensicle statements like THAT?* eehhhhhh what?

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Was that a threat, Arn?" His head cocks to the side. "Or a challenge?" He looks over at Caroline, stepping to position himself where he's not directly between them...but definitely in a protective spot. "You definitely seem to be gearing up for your next claim. Keep it up, and perhaps you'll be stripped down to a complete lack of status. And trust me...I'll be there when you claim. Hell, I'll be there if you don't claim, either way. I'll claim for you."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Persuasion: 3,8,7,4,2,6,5,

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Was it? I've forgotton what I said. *he wears an amused expression* You believe yourself to be my equal or perhaps even my better. I will test your claims. Take that as you wish. *he glances towards Caroline and laughs a bit* Your hair, your hips..they're distracting..need I go on?

Caroline McGregor: Oh good lord..it's spring, your horny and you need to fight. You know...if you have that urge to go pound things into pulp I'm sure we can point you in that direction. As a matter of fact I can name several I'd personally thank you for killing. *she adds with a fierce and deadly serious look.*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Oh..there's that fire again..your hair suits you so well. *he clasps his hands together in front of his chest in an amused gesture*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Yeah." He snorts. "Who's the coward now? You're too late to goad me into declaring it. And you will stop treating Caroline the way you are." He points toward the inward portions of the park. Toward the bawn. "Start moving." That was not a request.

Caroline McGregor: *And that just about does it for her. She takes a step foreward and pokes him in the chest.* This is NOT a laughing matter. They killed my parents. They took my son. they put their marks on his body. I want them dead. THAT'S who you should be fighting.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: You would not challenge me with any amount of goading. For it is you who are the coward. You speak so volumously but I know your kind. When your feet are to the fire you'll back down..they always do. *he does however begin to move inward. Perhaps the Gaian will indeed provide him with a bit more amusement* And I'll speak to Caroline however I wish, isn't it obvious that she likes it?

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *The young blonde finds her way wandering through the park once more. A rather full backpack on her back, and a plain black skateboard under her arm.*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he looks down as Caroline moves in his path* (just gonna try to put things in order) My reserves of energy are boundless. My font of wrath is not something that can be depleted

Kelsey Horn (PB3): ((Lemme know if you need DEsc))

Kelsey Horn (PB3): d10: Per Alert: 3,2,9,7,2,

Caroline McGregor: (of course we do.) *She frowns again and looks between them.* Don't fight on my account, Aerin. I don't need it. I can take care of myself.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "You will NOT." He growls it out, and moves to follow. Fingers twitch. He stalks along behind Arn, lip curled into a sneer.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "This isn't a fight, Caroline. It's much more significant then that. And it's not just about you."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Per+Alert: 10,2,6,7,10,9,

Kelsey Horn (PB3): The young woman that stands before you has long, dark blonde hair t hat hangs loose down her back and over her shoulders. She takes in th e world with deep gray blue eyes fringed by long lashes. Her full lips are rarely covered with more than a dash of lipgloss. She has a strong, athe letic build that sometimes appears to be more delicate than it actua lly is. Her complexion is fair but tanned. She's wearing a pair of worn jeans, a plain blue t-shirt, sneakers and a worn coat hanging open.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he moves slowly, his pace certainly deliberate, stretches a bit and cracks his knuckles*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: (shall we move inward?)

Caroline McGregor: I know that, Aerin. Just don't make it about me at all. Go kick his butt. *Probalby do them both some good.*

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She picks up her pace as she sees Aerin and the guy she's pretty sure is that Arn she heard about, trying to catch up to them.* Hey...

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks over his shoulder, noting Kelsey, and a grin hits his face...somewhat savage. He nods to her, and gives a look to Arn, then back, before going inward. ((To the Sept Room!))

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he glances back towards Kelsey. His eyes show no recognition of her but he stares at her for a good long moment*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: d10: Per+lore: 4,2,8,5,2,

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: (away!)

Caroline McGregor: *Hasn't seen a good ass whooping in a while. Not going to miss this.*

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *Oh goodie. This is going to be an interesting night. She follows Aerin and co into the Sept.*

SEPT OF THE GREEN

Kelsey Horn (PB3): ((Pic for those who haven't seen it: http://www.wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&album=1&pos=62 ))

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he moves slowly through the bramble, if anything his pace seems leisurely, his expression however is turning more serious by the second*

Kelsey Horn (PB3): So, er, what's up? *The question seems directed at Aerin, though her gaze keep moving between him and Arn.*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: (might as well throw up his description) Arn is a large man, even by the standards of the Fenrir, he stands 6'5" and weighs in excess of 280 pounds. He could be considered attractive with a strong jawline, dark hair and eyes, but such qualities are often spoiled by his air of arrogance and outright superiority. He moves with a slow and deliberate stride, his gaze meeting that of any who look his way, his expression set into an almost perpetual scowl.

Caroline McGregor: *She looks at Kelsey, she hadn't really been aware she'd arrived until just a few minutes ago.* Something that's been brewing for a while.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He stalks along behind Arn, his staff in his hand, no longer tapping along the ground...it's carrying almost parallel to the earth as he moves. Eyes darting about as he scans the vicinity, watching closely, before he looks back to Arn. Moving silently, watching the idiot Get like a hawk.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((I doubt anyone needs Aerin's DD, but ping if you do.))

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he moves roughly to the center of the clearing and turns to face Aerin* Well then. *he says simply, perhaps it's a question, but he says it as a statement*

Kelsey Horn (PB3): Myeah. *She chews the corner of her lip, still watching between the two men.*

Caroline McGregor: *She steps a distance off, giving them plenty of room and remains silent.*

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She stays off to the side for the moment, setting down her bag and board without taking her eyes off the men.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Arn's Challenged me, several times in the past couple meetings," he growls to Kelsey. "I'm finally taking him up on it." He takes position opposite Arn, staff planting on the ground as he regards the other calmly.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he snorts* Come at me then if you dare Gaian. I'll make this quick.

Kelsey Horn (PB3): Ah, right. *She leans back against a tree, frowning a bit. A challenge is a challenge. Her place is simply to watch.*

Caroline McGregor: Hopefully this will end things once and for all. *she says to Kelsey.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Ah, ah, Demon's Dance. You've been in enough Challenges, I assume, to know the rules. I choose the form of the Challenge, Arn. You were the Challenger." He takes his staff and slowly hands if off to Kelsey or Caroline...whoever will take it. "Arn Demon's Dance Grimhild, you have Challenged me many times. You have refused to respect my rank, and have thus challenged that. You have spoken ill of my actions, challenging my Honor. And you have spoken ill of my ward, your own Tribe's kin...thus challenging me as her rightful protector, so declared by Hagen-Rhya, Elder of the Get of Fenris at the Sept of the Green. Finally, tonight, you challenged me in a physical manner. I accept your challenge, and declare the form of the Challenge to be a Staredown."

Caroline McGregor: *A good, formal challenge. A Stare down? Clever on Aerin's part..but kind of disappointing. She was looking foreward to seeing some good old fashioned ass whoopin'.*

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She'll take the staff if offered to her first, then looks at Caroline.* Right. *They can hope, though she remains a bit skeptical.*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he laughs* Coward. So be it. If you believe yourself to be my better then stand before my gaze. (they both have PB 3 so that cancels out. It's Charisma+intimidation or Rage, whichever is higher, if they're the same you get to pick. First to score Wits+5 in successes wins! Arn has wits 3)

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Aerin has Wits 3, and picks Cha+Intimidation, as they are equal for him. Which also means his Persuasion rolled previously comes into play. *S*)) He steels himself, staring up into Arn's eyes unafraid, indomitable. He will not back down...not to this blowhard.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: (difficulty is willpower, so 7-1 is 6 for Aerin's diff)

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((And diff 6 for Arn as well, as WP is 6))

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She offers up a silent prayer to let Aerin win.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Facedown w/Pers.(WP): 3,4,5,2,

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: d10: Charisma+intim: 4,3,2,6,4,10,4,

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he growls and locks eyes with Aerin. He looms a bit larger as he glares. This is not as entertaining as combat*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: A little sweat beads on his brown, but he continues on, unbowed. Staring a hole through Arn's face.

Caroline McGregor: *Watching the Staredown. Would be boring to an outsider. Not as exciting as a fight, but it's certainly interesting to watch the two of them.*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *his eyes narrow as he continues to glare down at the smaller Gaian. *

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Facedown w/Pers.(WP): 5,5,2,3,

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: d10: once more: 7,4,7,3,9,9,2,

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he growls and continues to glare at Aerin. He catches a bit of Caroline standing in the background. Curse her and her hair. He grinds his teeth a bit*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: His teeth grit, and he continues to stare. No shifting...no giving in. Not to Arn. Not ever.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: d10: once more: 9,6,9,7,10,8,9,

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Facedown w/Pers.(WP): 2,8,7,6,

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: (uh..)

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She pushes off the tree, gripping the staff. She's not a part of this but she still glares at Arn. Just standing there, not moving in any but the tension in her not leaving her able to relax against the tree any longer.*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he leans forward a bit as his eyes narrow* Look away. *he states slowly*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: By all rights, the man should look away. The strain on him is obvious...it's taxing him. Sheer force of will keeps him from doing so, and his hands tighten into tight fists, lip curling. He's on the verge...but he's not giving up. Not until he leterally passes out.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "You'll have to kill me first," he snarls.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((WP spent to keep going; he has 2 WP left))

Caroline McGregor: *Ok...NOW it's gotten a bit exciting.*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: There is no shame. Look away. You've proven your point. *he himself continues to glare at the man*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "No, I haven't. You haven't given up."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Facedown w/Pers.: 5,3,2,6,

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Are you attempting to subdue me with humor?

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: d10: once more: 9,5,6,2,5,6,6,

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *Her other fist clenches. Damn. Damndamndamn!*

Caroline McGregor: *Comeon...come on.*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: You are a man of strong conviction. I will give you that.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "You're a disgrace to your tribe," he says, his body starting to tremble. "You're everything that's wrong with them. That woman behind me is what's right with it. You're nothing but a bully. You pick on the weak. You preach stereotypes, and believe your physical strength give you the right to speak ill of others. And that's the way of the Wyrm, Arn. The path you tread." The man can't possibly keep this up. But he's not giving in. He relies on his words to give him strength. Strength of Purpose. And a thought occurs to him. ((WP spent again; splitting die pool))

Caroline McGregor: *Her eyes widen...oh no......Aerin just didn't....*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Facedown w/Pers.: 10,8,

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Strength of Purpose: 10,

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he growls loudly. If the moon was more than a sliver his rage might be capable of overcoming him* You know nothing of me. You tremble as you seek to fan the flames of my rage. Soon you will break. There is no doubt.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: d10: once more: 3,1,2,8,3,4,3,

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *Her eyes widen at Aerin's words. Oh fuck. He didn't...oh damn.*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he grinds his teeth a bit more as Aerin begins turn the tide.* It is too late. You are but a shell, crumble before me, there is no shame.

Caroline McGregor: *She looks around, seeing if there's any Guardian's nearby...just in case.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "I tremble. I am...unbowed. My...conviction is s...stronger then my flesh." It's clear that even the words are straining him at this point. "It will last when my body is lain to rest and decayed to dust, Demon's Dance."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((And since Strength of Purpose bought him back another WP point...WP spent. 2 WP remain.))

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Your fortitude is impressive. Perhaps I will forgive you for the words you've spoken in time of stress. Now...look away...this is finished.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Sorry, 1 WP remains))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: His eyes narrow, and he probably could use his staff, as his knees nearly give out. He stumbles a bit...but his eyes. Those eyes, a darker green then one could imagine, remain locked on Arn's. "I...DO...NOT...YIELD."

Caroline McGregor: *She gives a slight approving nod.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Facedown w/Pers.: 5,5,1,3,

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Gaah! He LOSES a succ! *Beats die-roller into oblivion*))

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Know that you gave it your all as your will is shattered. There is no shame in breaking before me. You are not the first.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: d10: once more: 2,2,6,1,7,7,2,

Me: (*Hands Aerin a napkin* Get to work, FAST!)

Caroline McGregor: *and he goes right back in with the arrogant, bad Arn.*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *is this man before him really a Child of Gaia..this is the first he's ever seen go to the absolute limit. An impressive feat against one such as himself*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: His knee hits the ground. He brings a palm to rest against the terra below him, as if the Goddess herself is supporting him in this struggle. To Aerin, it surely is that, his conviction holding true...his face twitching, his body failing him as he fights on. His conviction...only that does not. "You haven't broken me. You've only beaten me...if that. There isn't...a man...woman...or monstrosity on this Earth or...any other Realm...who will break me." ((Last WP Spent.))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Facedown w/Pers.: 8,6,3,9,

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he considers those words* On the precipice of defeat the truth is always spoken by the honorable. Beaten you are there's no doubt, if you are unbroken, then you've proved yourself worthy of Adren in my eyes.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: d10: last time: 6,10,5,4,7,5,3,

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She finds herself unable to repress the growl at Arn's words, as Aerin drops she takes a step forward, hesitating when he continues to fight. She wont end this for him. She'll give him to the last and help him afterward.*

Caroline McGregor: *She breaths a sigh of relief, hoping Aerin will accept the respect Arn is offering him.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: And with that, he gives a last, defiant look to the Get of Fenris towering over him...and gives a last growl, weak but promising. This is not over. Then, he hits the ground face-first, his body finally giving out under the strain...his mind shutting down, as he slips from consciousness under the strain.

Kelsey Horn (PB3): ((You know...I should decide what I'm going to type a bit faster I think...that was typed before Arn's last post.))

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he looks down upon the man before him and then crouches down beside him. He hooks his hands under Aerin's arms and hoists him up* No, you will not lay face down, you have proven your worth..even in defeat. You there! *he growls at Kelsey* Assist your betters.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: (Your post still fits well enough)

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She steps forward as Aerin collapses completely, kneeling beside him, wondering if she could lift the man without shifting.*

Caroline McGregor: An unending well of wrath and superiority. *She says.* Well done, both of you. *she adds, walking over to help out if she can.*

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She growls at Arn's words, glaring.* You may hold higher rank, but do not call yourself my better. *She moves to lift Aerin's lower half.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((He's all of 145 pounds, soaking wet. It's not hard for most people to lift him. *S*)) No reaction from Aerin as Arn picks him up. He's dead weight.

Freemage (OOC) -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Like, whoa, Dude. So cool.....))

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he snorts at Kelsey* You are not a tenth of the man who you assist to move. I would lay you low faster than you can blink. Do not speak to me with that tone again.

Kelsey Horn (PB3): ((*LOL* Er, Kelsey could probably lift him on her own then...))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Freemage (OOC): ((*S* I try. Aerin's a right stubborn bastard. ;) ))

Caroline McGregor: *She looks down, trying not to smile..she'll tell Aerin everything Arn said since he's unconscius and can't hear it. She'll leave the insults out though.*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: You. Find him some water. *he commands Caroline. Why he calls her "you" is anyone's guess*

Kelsey Horn (PB3): I do not claim to be better than Aerin. *She continues to glare.* Now, either let me carry him or let's go.

Kelsey Horn (PB3): ((Er...hold last post.))

Caroline McGregor: *Because he's feeling his sauce. She salutes him.* Yes sir. *thankfully she has a bottle of water in her back pack, which she uses to wet his lips.*

Freemage (OOC) -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: *Nods* Was well worth staying up to watch. *C* G'night!

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Freemage (OOC): ((Thanks! G'night!))

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he moves Aerin with Kelsey's assistance to one of the near by benches. So that Caroline can try to awaken him*

Caroline McGregor: **Flicks water on Aerin's face to see if that will bring him around.*

Kelsey Horn (PB3): ((Post stands then)) *She stays near Aerin after he's laid down, she'll retrieve her stuff later.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He grunts a little bit as he's carried to a bench...not much more. The flicking of water on his face causes him to flinch...he shifts a little bit. It's movement, and that's something. A low sound--something like a weak, breathed moan--escapes his lips, and his eyelids flutter a bit.

Caroline McGregor: He's coming to. *she says softly.*

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She nods at Caroline.* Aerin-ryha? *Her voice soft as well, ready to help him sit up when he's ready to.*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he makes a point to not stand over Aerin as he awakens. He does cast a cold glare on Kelsey though* Shortly you will speak to me your name. Perhaps I will grace you with my own if you're found worthy.

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She rolls her eyes a bit, but offers no other reply, obviously more concerned with Aerin for the moment.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: His eyelids open a little, and he looks around, blinking a couple times to clear his vision. He frowns, focus coming somewhat back to his vision. "Wha...where..." He tries to sit up, tensing.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Stand aside *he says to Kelsey* Let him see a pleasant sight as he awakes *speaking of him seeing Caroline first obviously*

Caroline McGregor: *Well it looks like the challenge is over and hopefuly they both can take home soemthing they learned. She starts off quietly in the direction of home.*

Caroline McGregor: *That'll go right over the bright red head.*

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She looks up at Arn, just glaring at him. Caroline is close enough to be seen first if he looks the right way. Kelsey will still help try to sit Aerin up, turning him towards Caroline as she does so, a concession to Arn's words.*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he laughs a bit* I was joking. You are not distateful to look upon..until you open your mouth anyay. *spoken to Kelsey*

Dara: *making her way through the bramble, pack over her shoulders, she blinkblinks seeing people there, somethings gone on..* http://www.dracinabox.com/pinstripetrousers.jpg

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: (anyway, stupid left out letter)

Ntwadumela: Mel is dressed... differently today. Monochromatic as ever, but today it's all black. Black jeans, and a black mesh shirt that nicely shows off his scars. He's got a lightweight black windbreaker over it, warding off the returned chill in the air. He's walking with Dara so as to not get lost.

Nathaniel Dikastis: Mumbles, "Shit, shit, I hate this shit..." Stumbling through the bramble after Dara.

Caroline McGregor: Gee thanks. *a fierce mock frown at Arn as she tosses her head and heads off.*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he glances over his shoulder as others begin to arrive...ah..the Corax..someone new to pay attention too*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He blinks a couple more times and looks around, trying to gain his bearings...having that momentary "Where the fuck am I" look. It lessons only slightly when he realizes where he is...Kelsey's presence seems to help, as does Carolines. His breathing slowly returns to something calmer and resembling normalcy.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Good night Caroline, I'll see you again soon I hope. *his face spreads into a toothy grin. Perhaps a bit disturbing to look upon*

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She snorts at Arn's "joke"* My words and my mouth are just fine.

Dara: *looking back at the guys, she lets out a soft snickersnort before moving over towards the bench where aerin is and hte others are gathered* take it I missed something?*chewing slightly on the lipring*

Caroline McGregor: Yeah yeah..be more civil next time. *her parting shot.* You did well Aerin. *She says with a smile and continues on her way.*

Ntwadumela: Mel grins when he sees Kel and Caroline, but is a bit stunned when he sees Aerin, glancing at the others.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He stumbles out and straightens his clothing, "There outta just be a secret decoder ring with a special button to get here..."

Caroline McGregor: (ni ni all...that was fun. *S*)

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She murmurs to Aerin in a low voice trying to keep it so only he can hear.*

Kelsey Horn (PB3) -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: You just took up Arn's challenge. You proclaimed a staredown.

Nathaniel Dikastis: d10: perc/alert: 8,7,4,5,3,

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Night, D-Fly! *Hugs*))

Ntwadumela: Nate: "Hey, you gotta dig in the cereal before the next guy does to get that stuff. Or was that the cracker jack prize?"

Dara: nate: there is, its called a birdiegirl...cept there isnt any button to shut me off...poor you guys...*lips twitching before looking back to the others*

Ntwadumela: ((Goodnight, sorry to have missed ya.))

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She nods at Caroline as the woman leaves, then looks at the others. She doesn't return Mel's grin, in fact, she looks rather grumpy at the moment.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: Still half itches his scraches he looks around and notices Aerin first, straightening up and actually giving him a polite nod, obviously respectful. He glances at Arn, giving him a nod, but nowhere near as respectful, he doesn't know him, but not exactly rude either.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he laughs a bit and then gives Kelsey a condescending pat on her head* You're a strange one.

Ntwadumela: Mel glances at Dara with a wink. "Sure there isn't."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He sticks his tongue out at Dara, "Well, sorry, can't grow wings or anything else, hun. What ya see is what ya get."

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She swats Arn's hand away from her head* Do not touch me. *She growls at him* I have not given you permission.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He takes several deep breaths, and Kelsey's words gain comprehension. He frowns, looking weakly annoyed...which goes well with his general weak demeanor at the moment. His hand rises to rub at his temples, across his forehead. "Yeah...yeah, I know," he mutters to Kelsey.

Ntwadumela: Mel's eyes go toward Kel and Arn, wondering what that's about...

Dara: *elbowing mel gently* hush you...*trying not to smirk, really she is, looking between aerin and arn and kelsey*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Leave my future packmate alone, Arn," he murmurs weakly. Someone doesn't have the presence of mind to really hold onto his thoughts-slash-plans, it seems.

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She nods a little to Aerin as he seems to be getting himself back together. She just stands there with him, watching the others.*

Dara: um...hey aerin.....you uh...want I should back off for right now?*soft clicking inside her mouth, a bit of concern on her face and alot of curiosity*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he laughs* You are strange indeed. *he repeats the words to Kelsey. Unfortunately he finds her more amusing than intimidating*

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She blinks, several times and looks down at Aerin, her lips parting a bit, working a moment before the words come out. Obviously she wasn't aware of being Aerin's future packmate.* What was that?

Ntwadumela: Mel glances at Aerin, then at Kel, then back to Aerin.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he glances down at Aerin* Must you seek to ruin all my fun Aerin-rhya? *the honorific carrying a tone of real respect. He makes sure not to look at Aerin too long in the state that he's in perhaps hoping the man will rouse himself quickly*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He pauses, even with his limited abilities he has other methods of sensing tension, and he holds back abit, leaning up against a tree.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "I...huh?" He looks up to Dara, and then back to Kelsey. "Oh...umm. Sorry, just...idle thoughts."

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Do not hover about him. He's fine.

Kelsey Horn (PB3): Uh-huh...I think we ought to discuss these idle thoughts a bit more...Soonish? *Her brows raised.*

Dara: yeah...Ill um..be...over here..*gesturing away from them in general, doing a 'huhwhaaa?' doubletake when she hears arn give aerin the honorific and sound like he means it*

Ntwadumela: Kel: "You still gonna be around the lake?"

Ntwadumela: Mel stays near Dara. After all, she's his escort today.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks up at Arn, a bit surprised himself...before he grunts and nods, trying to climb to his feet. "We'll talk," he promises Kelsey, a bit flushed now. "Again, was just a thought...didn't mean for it to...yeah." He looks around for his staff.

Kelsey Horn (PB3): Oh would you just...*She stops herself before finishing that, trying for at least a modicum of respect towards the fact that he IS higher rank than she is.* I am perfectly capable of doing things on my own without the commands of some bully to guide my way!

Nathaniel Dikastis: He moves a bit closer to Mel and Dara, but find something to lean on, not getting into anything - he's had enough arguements lately.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he glances around once more his eyes lingering on Dara as he leers at her for a long moment* Evening Corax. *he greets her with a grin that is perhaps unsettling*

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She hands Aerin his staff, and shakes her head at Mel.* Just moved down here for good.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He whispers to Mel, "Per usual, our think our timin' sucks, dude."

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he just laughs at Kelsey* I did not say you were incapable. Your capability will be tested when the time is right.

Ntwadumela: Kel: "Dang. Getting a job that's gonna take me up there, and just wanted to make sure nobody thought I was trying to sneak around or something."

Ntwadumela: Nate: "Hey, I thought our timing was great." He doesn't try to get protective of Dara. In fact, he gives her a little room. Enough for her to shift and take off if she's so inclined at the looks.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: Oh, shit. Other people here. "Hey, Nathaniel...Mel." He gives them both nods, as he takes the staff to lean on. "Dara." The woman gets a warm, if weak smile.

Dara: da-ra arn.....Dara....and evening...*blinkblinking at the unsettling gaze, raising a brow*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He rolls his eyes at Mel, "What, ya got senses worse'n me? Even I can tell we got here at a suck-ass time."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He nods again to Aerin, "Evenin' there, Mr Thomas, good to see ya again." His tone is respectful, for him.

Ntwadumela: Nate: "I'll explain later."

Dara: *when she finally hears aerin acknowledge her she gives him a grin back* hey...everything copasetic hippyman?*tilting her head up at him since..well ...she is shorter than him...and mel sees she doesnt back from arn(yet), staying where she is*

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She rolls her eyes at Arn.* Yeah, whatever. *She does stay near Aerin, not hovering exactly., but staying close by, supportive.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: Whispers to Mel, "Oh goody..."

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: A shame that Caroline left..I thought I'd have had someone to go home with. *he feigns a frown...unconvincingly*

Ntwadumela: Aerin: "Hey man, what's up?"

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She glares at Arn, again, she REALLY does not like the man.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Yeah...mostly copacetic." He nods a little to Dara, and then to Nathaniel. Regarding them both warmly...the man's a fairly open book right now, those reserves of will he has sapped. "Good to see you, too, Nathaniel."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He glances at Arn, wondering if this was another loud mouth fang.

Dara: *arn gets a snicker from his comment about caroline* oh thats a good one

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he turns his gaze back upon Kelsey* Don't believe me eh? How unfortunate for you that you'll be proven quite wrong...hopefull you'll not be proven incapable. Gaia help you if you fail to live up to expectations.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: (hopefully..the y escaped)

Nathaniel Dikastis: He nudges Mel, and whispers to him.

Ntwadumela: Mel chuckles at the whisper.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he growls at Nathaniel and Mel* Whispering in front of others is rude.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Not much, Mel, just...thought the bench would be a good place to relax." A faint smile to Mel...obviously, he's not being exactly serious.

Kelsey Horn (PB3): I have proven myself plenty capable or I would not stand here. You wanted an introduction? Fine. I am Fells the Dragon. Cliath Ahroun of the Get of Fenris. *She stares at him, proud, not in the least intimidated by his towering size.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Believe me, Sir you wouldn't be pleased for us to say it out loud, sometimes whisperin' is best."

Dara: *hearing the whispering behind/by her, she tips her head backwards to look at mel and nate curiously*

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She manages to bite her tongue, just barely from a reply to Arn's comment about being rude.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: d10: Perc (Lore): 6,3,3,8,8,

Nathaniel Dikastis: (AH!)

Nathaniel Dikastis: d10: Perc (Lore): 9,8,9,1,

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he immediately ignores any response from Nathaniel or Mel and turns fully to Kelsey* Ah..so your bravado is justified by your blood. I am Arn Grimhild, known by deeds as Demon's Dance, Fostern Ahroun of the peerless Get of Fenris. Well met Modi Fells the Dragon. Do not disappoint me..you'll not like me if I find you lacking.

Ntwadumela: Mel winks at Dara when Arn turns his back, he'll tell her later.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He looks at Arn with a slightly, "oh, no wonder" expression.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks between Kelsey and Arn, a calm sort of weariness on his face.

Dara: *looking between arn and kelsey now that her head leans up again getting nothing from mel and nate, she finally turns to aerin, reaching into a pocket and offering up a handful of gummibears* you need t'go someplace to chill ?

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *The look say it, though she continues to hold her tongue. "I do not like you, already." After staring at him for a moment longer she snorts and looks back at Aerin and the others.*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he looks down at what Dara is handing Aerin. He growls a bit* This must be a nightmare. You're all sickeningly cheery.

Kelsey Horn (PB3): ((says You're dropped letters are contagious Ashton! :P))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He smiles a bit to Dara and nods. "I think...I should leave the Sept area. I need a cigarette. Badly. And I would not disgrace Mera or Great White Mouse by polluting their domain." He looks to Kelsey, to see if she's coming.

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She nods at Aerin and moves to grab her rather full backpack and plain black skateboard.*

Dara: *rolling her eyes and looking back to arn with a snort* he looks a bit off, alright? someone said something to me once about sugar so Im offering him some so cut it

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Wanna drink? I still got some tequilla from last night." He laughs, knowing the Get wouldn't take it from him.

Kelsey Horn (PB3): ((Er...KF *blush*))

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he just laughs at Kelsey again* Prepare yourself girl. Soon you will be tested, do not allow yourself to be broken, such would not be fitting of one who would pack with this one. *referencing Aerin obviously*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: (tis okay hehe)

Ntwadumela: Arn: "Hey, plenty of time to be dour on your deathbed."

Kelsey Horn (PB3): It'll take a lot more than you to break me, Arn. *She smirks, hiking the bag up over her shoulder.*

Dara: *the tequila comment from nate gets a coughlaugh* least you beat out jeff.....

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Laugh in the face of the End-times, Arn...so that it knows it has not killed your spirit," he says with a shrug. "A very wise Ragabash told me that once. Possibly a crazy one...but wise." He starts to walk out of the Sept. "Good evening, Demon's Dance. Congratulations." It's acknowledgment of the other's victory, subtle, but there. And off he heads, toward the outer reaches of the Park.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he scowls at Mel* Watch yourself. *a simple warning, although what he's warning him against is likely unclear*

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Hell I tied with Keith, don't know how that bastard lasted that long..." he winked at Dara.

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She follows Aerin, listening to the comments about drinking contests.*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he nods to Aerin as he heads out* I will consider your words Aerin-rhya. *he turns to Kelsey* You on the other hand, had best learn to control your tongue, you are of no station to speak to me as such. You are as unproven as a Cub in my eyes Fells the Dragon. The unproven don't get to run their mouths.

Ntwadumela: Mel tilts his head, thinking about the warning.

Dara: he didnt mean you specifically..*thpthing arn, hopping up onto the bench to sit on the back of it* so what happened that I missed between you two?

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *h looks to Dara* The Gaian and I had a contest. His efforts were valient. *he'll let the rest speak for itself*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: (yikes missing letters plague, I no longer have the will to correct them)

Dara: must have been a hell of a contest to earn your respect after the other night..*nodding* cool....too bad I didnt get to see it......

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She doesn't reply to Arn's words, simply continuing to follow Aerin out.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He sighs, leaning against the tree again. This was about as exciting as watching grass grow.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: And he's gone from the Sept, feet dragging a bit as he disappears from view. ((Thanks for the scene, guys. Was good stuff!))

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: I respect strength in all it's forms. His will was insurmountable, only his body failed him in the end, it was an admirable show. *he moves to sit on the bench that Dara is on* I'm glad you came Dara, I had feared there'd be nothing pleasant to look upon after the fiery one departed.

Dara: *hearing nate sigh she turns to look at him* you guys want to head out or something? you can buy me the drink this time*giving a crooked grin*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: (thanks for playing!)

Ntwadumela: Mel flops himself on the ground near the bench.

Ntwadumela: ((See ya round))

Nathaniel Dikastis: (Night!)

Dara: um...thank you for the compliment, arn....and for calling me by my name....that I really apreciate.....do you....still go to your home sept or....are you 'here' now?*tilting her head curiously at him*

Kelsey Horn (PB3): ((Thanks guys! *ponders what to do now. *L*))