Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: Burnham sits outside a small cafe, smoking a cuban cigar and reading a newspaper. As usual he is dressed in an expensive looking tailored summer suit, and the ashtray in front of his shows the evidence of his habit of chainsmoking. A harrassed looking waitress hovers around behind him but he seems content to ignore her.

Connor [PB 4]: Connor comes walking down the street, he seems to be talking quietly to himself and his odd eyes sweeps over everyone he meets.

Connor [PB 4]: ((Description: Connor's an attractiv, although somewhat feral, man with quite short, mezzy and completely white hair and a small goatee. His eyes are odd-colored, the left's green and the right's blue. He stands at 6'6 and even though he's slim, his body shows some impressive muscles. He looks like he's in his early 20's and is dressed in a pair of black pants, a white bottoned down shirt and a black overcoat, toped of with a pair of unlaced boots. Across the chest there are four scars, looking like they were made by... claws? He looks quite stylish in a loose and feral sort of way. A rugged black bag hangs over the right shoulder. (App 4)))

Connor [PB 4]: He walks into the cafe and orders a piece of blueberry pie with a pleasent smile on his lips. He diggs through his coat for a while before he finds enough money to pay for it. He takes the piece and takes a seat outside, sniffing at the pie piece and his smile widens as the smell fills his nose.

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: Burnham stops reading, apparently having finished the article he had been looking at, and lifts the glass in front of him so that he can see the waitress reflected in it. "What do you want?" His voice is quiet and his accent british, an aristocratic drawl that sounds almost as if he is constantly yawning.

Connor [PB 4]: Connor starts to eat his pie and looks pleased but suddenly his expression changes and he looks quite serious, shaking his head and mummbles a few words to himself, before he continues on his pie.

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: "Umm.. youve been sitting out here for two hours without buying anything... so my manager has asked me to ask you to..." her voice fades a little, and then returns just enough to be audible. "Or i might have to ask you to leave."

Connor [PB 4]: Connor glances over at the man and the waitress as he eats but so far doesn't see any reason to get involved so instead he takes out a book from his bag and begins to read it, his lips moving as he reads.

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: Burnham grumbles, and pulls out a ubiquitous green note, glares at it for a moment, and then hands it to the woman. "Call it a tab. Refill my latte till it runs out, and dont bother me." She nods and takes the coffee away, and Burnham then takes a moment to look around.

Connor [PB 4]: Connor attention is on his book, and somewhat on the pie pieces going from the plate to his mouth but mainly the book.

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: Seeing as the man in the unlaced boots is the only other person outside the cafe, Burnham studies him for a moment. More out of boredom than interest, at least for now. ((is that scar visible?))

Connor [PB 4]: ((It is, the shirt is unbottoned far enough for it to be seen.))

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: "Thats an interesting scar you have there. Do you wrestle with bears or something?"

Connor [PB 4]: He finishes the pie but doesn't take his eyes of the book. The book looks quite old and well read and he seems to be able to know the book by heart. His body language is quite extensive. He only takes his eyes of the book as the other man speaks, he looks areound to see if he was talking to anyone else, not seeing anyone he turns back to the man with a warm smile on his face "No, not bears, only monsters." The words are colored by his scottish accent. The look in his eyes make you wonder if he's serious or joking about the whole monster.

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: Burnham nods. "Suprising amount of the little bastards around really." He falls silent as his coffee arrives, and sips it somewhat delicately.

Connor [PB 4]: Connor raises an eyebrow, he wasn't prepared for that comeback "Most people usually doesn't take it that easy when I say monsters." The tone in his voice is more curious then anything else. He puts the book down and focuses his odd eyes on the man.

Connor [PB 4]: He runs his fingers through his white hair, his odd eyes on the man. Every once in a while he looks around as if he's looking for something, or someone, a serious expression in his face as he does that.

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: "Im not most men. Im Burnham." He focuses his dark blue eyes on the man, strange in their own right.

Connor [PB 4]: "Connor." He says with a smile, but their is a hint of alertness in his expression, not only his face but his entire body shows it. You could say there is something animalistic about the whole thing.

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: "Nice to meet you." If Burnham is alert, he has a funny way of showing it. He is sat back in his chair with his cigar in his hand and a small smile on his lips. His hooded indigo eyes watch Connor, but it is a lazy kind of attention. He looks like he could fall asleep.

Connor [PB 4]: Connors alertness is more instinctual then anything else, his eyes seems curious and holds a predatory glimt "So, you have much experience with monsters?"

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: "more than most, less than some. Of course calling something a 'monster' is an excersize in subjectivity." He puffs on his cigar, and blows a smoke ring which hangs in the air over his head. "Its all about perspective."

Connor [PB 4]: Connor nods "So very true."

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: "So what is your perspective? Who are your monsters?" He indicates the scars with a lazy wave of his cigar. "Ones with claws i assume."

Connor [PB 4]: He nods again, this time a hint of sorrow comes over him and then a slight anger "Oh yes, they have claws. The one who did this were a traitor, brother who betrayed his brothers and sisters for no reason other then corruption. Worthy of nothing other then death." He seems to see nothing wrong with what he's saying, stateing evrything like they were obvious.

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: "Suprising number of them, too." He takes another puff on his cigar. "Far too many. Corruption is a tempting place these dark days. especially with the world as it is."

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: He seems to take the fact that whatever clawed creature attacked him was presumably like him with nothing more than a twitch of his smile.

Connor [PB 4]: He shakes his head sadly "Weaklings..." barely a whisper

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: The man makes his way down the street, staff tapping against the ground. He looks around a bit before seeing the cafe, and moving to take a table.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((DD: Aerin is a very average-looking person. He stands 5'11", and is a little bit thin at 145 pounds. At 28 years of age, he still has a baby-face, despite the goatee he's wearing, he is commonly mistaken for 18-20 years old. His hair, a medium-brown, goes down to about his mid-back, and is pulled back into a ponytail. As stated before, he has a very youthful face, with bright blue eyes that flash with intelligence and full cheeks. His right canine is missing, but that's neither here nor there. Something about his features suggests maybe a Welsh origin. He's dressed in a red lace-up shirt and black slacks, with steel-toed Doc Martins and a black leather trench coat over the whole thing.))

Connor [PB 4]: d10: per+alert: 6,6,3,9,

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: The man nods, evidently agreeing. "Still, you have not quite answered my question. What is your corruption? where do your brothers fall?" Another puff. "Do you know the face of your enemy or do you strike blindly?"

Connor [PB 4]: Connor throws a look over at what ever it is that makes that tapping sound, he smiles as he sees Aerin, finally a familiar face and someone who might tell him what's going on. He looks back at Burnham "That is something I can't answer. But yes I know who my enemies are."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He moves to take a seat, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it as he glances around the tables. The man has a paranoid bent to him, watching everyone as he flicks his lighter to bring the smoke to life.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Per+Alert: 9,8,4,4,2,9,

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He glances over, looking Connor over and then Burnham, watching them for a long moment. His brow furrows at the topic of conversation.

Connor [PB 4] -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((In case you don't remember, here's a description: Connor's an attractiv, although somewhat feral, man with quite short, mezzy and completely white hair and a small goatee. His eyes are odd-colored, the left's green and the right's blue. He stands at 6'6 and even though he's slim, his body shows some impressive muscles. He looks like he's in his early 20's and is dressed in a pair of black pants, a white bottoned down shirt and a black overcoat, toped of with a pair of unlaced boots. Across the chest there are four scars, looking like they were made by... claws? He looks quite stylish in a loose and feral sort of way. A rugged black bag hangs over the right shoulder. (App 4)))

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: "Good to know. I hope your right." He puffs on his cigar, and looks accross at the newcomer. Perhaps he notices the look on the mans face, or perhaps he just doesnt like the look of him generally, but his eyes go flat and hard. He sips his coffee and taps some ash into the ashtray.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Connor [PB 4]: ((When did they meet? I have a shitty memory...remind me?))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He returns Burnham's look, meeting his gaze directly. There's something distinctly...challenging there. Nothing remotely resembling intimidation.

Connor [PB 4] -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Once, a few weeks ago in the Sept of the Green.))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Connor [PB 4]: ((Gotcha. :) ))

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: Burnham nods, but doesnt drop his eyes. His confidence is tangible, obvious in everything from the way he sits, to the way he sips his coffee.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He doesn't nod. Just stares. His gaze briefly switches to Connor, then back, taking a drag off his cigarette and exhaling through his nose in twin darts.

Connor [PB 4]: Connor watches between the two, memorizing the event. Very interested in how will win this staredown.

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: Burnams smile becomes a smirk, and he puts down his coffee cup. Juvenile staring competitions.. what was next, someone leaping in through the skylight and challenging him to a duel? His hooded deep blue eyes remain locked.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: There's nothing juvenile in his expression. Aerin keeps his gaze locked on Burnham's, frowning, as it begins in earnest. ((Since neither of them are looking away, shall we go to staredown contest?))

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: ((if you want. you will have to tell me the rules though.))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Per the FAQ, both roll Manip+Intimidation vs. opponent's WP. First person to get Wits + 3 Successes wins. So Burnham rolls Manip+Initimdation vs. 7 (Aerins WP) and needs 6 succ. What's Burnham's WP and Wits?))

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: ((will 7, wits 3))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((So both are rolling vs. 7, and both need 6 succ. Whoever gets there first. *S*))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Rolling first roll now.))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Manip+Intimid (WP): 4,7,9,10,3,

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: d10: manip+intim+WP: 6,9,

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: ((lol, i really shoulda gotten intimidation instead of expression at creation. damned changing character concepts.))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: Aerin smirks a little bit, shifting and settling in as he sets his jaw, watching Burnham's eyes. A strange, almost psychotic intensity burning in them. A time-honored test of wills.

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: d10: manip+intim+WP: 3,3,

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Manip+Intimid: 2,8,10,5,6,

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: Burnham clearly isnt taking this as seriously, more out of his own competitive nature than anything else. He is not a very intimidating person, more comical than anything else.. but danger burns in his eyes all the same.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: And just like that, it's over. Aerin grins as his will out-matches Burnham's, and takes another drag off his cigarette. The better man in this contest.

Connor [PB 4]: Connor smiles as Aerin forces Burnham's gaze away, gaining more respect for him. As for Burnham, well, humans are humans and not garou.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Point of fact, Burnham's being forced to look away because it's made him uncomfortable to continue. So he's got to be taking it somewhat seriously. *S*))

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: Burnham smiles, not really understanding the meaning of what just happened but understanding that he lost something. He looks back at Aerin and his brows draw together just a little. ((how far would you say Aerin is from Burnham?))

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: ((small cafe, cant be that much outside space.. would you say Aerin is within three yards?))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Yes, he's definitely within three yards.))

Connor [PB 4]: Connor takes up his notepad and starts to write down something.

Connor [PB 4]: d10: wits+expression: 1,4,5,9,8,4,8,

Connor [PB 4]: The inspiration comes, not a master piece but it's good enough for the moment.

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: Burnham nods. "Well done." Then he sips his coffee, and makes a small, dismissive gesture with his hand.

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: d10: int+craftsWP: 5,5,4,5,6,6,

Fiona: [open?]

Connor [PB 4]: ((Yupyup))

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: ((awareness if youve got it.)) The screws holding Aerins chair together unscrew themselves, though it is impossible to see, as they are concealed by the chair itself. The chair comes apart underneath him, falling to pieces suddenly and with only a small squeal of protest as warning.

Fiona: ~Beauty of noble bearing, the woman makes even wearing her typical simple clothes, typically a t-shirt, jeans and well worn shoes look elegant. Her long light brunette hair is wavy and worn parted to the sides, with light brown eyes that sometimes views the world as a child would. She wears today a blue Old Navy shirt, jeans and her well worn shoes as she walks in.~

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Burnham, in the future, do not make ST decisions as to how the chair is made, and whether it's impossible to see or not. That's not your call. I'll go with it this time, though.))

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: ((ok sorry. your right, my bad.))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Rage: 6,5,2,4,

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He blinks and gives a surpised yelp as the chair falls apart, falling over. He glares at Burnham, rising to his feet. He saw that hand gesture. He was asking about corruption. Something is not right here. He focuses on the man, and then takes an intake of breath. Anger is literally ROLLING off of him, almost like heat waves, but he's still in control.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Sense Wyrm: 2,8,8,7,4,

Fiona: ~jumps slightly as she feels something oddly familiar in the air and looks around the place~

Fiona: d10: per/alert: 3,10,4,8,4,

Connor [PB 4]: Connor jumps to his feet as Aerin falls down, throwing suapisious looks around as he growls instinctivly.

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: ((well he is a demon, but a low torment one. taint is under four, so doesnt show as tainted.))

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: Burnham meanwhile raises an eyebrow in suprise. "Your heavier than you look, sir. i suggest dieting."

Fiona: ~tilts her head~

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He scowls, and continues on the other try. The intake of breath through his nose.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Per+Primal Urge (WP): 8,4,6,10,2,

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Was Scent of True Form, for the record.))

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: ((ookay. does that mean he sees the apoc form? does it even work on non-shifters?))

Fiona: ~curiosity is getting the best of her as she moves closer to the small little disturbance~

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: ((im looking in the FAQ but i dont see anything on it.))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: His face twists into a leer, and he advances on Burnham, hands clenching into tight fists. "You just fucked up. BIG time. The Concerto will hear about this."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Yes, it works on Non-Shifters. It's in the Werewolf Forum, I believe, as well as in the W:tA guide.))

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: "I truly have no idea what your talking about. Your chair fell apart, what does that have to do with me?"

Fiona: ~more headtilting but she keeps a distance enough away not to be directly in the way. yet~

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: d10: man+sub+WP: 5,1,7,6,

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Per+Subterfuge(WP): 4,2,4,6,3,10,4,

Connor [PB 4]: Connor looks over at Aerin, Burnham and then back to Aerin "What it it?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "You're SO full of shit." He's still walking toward Burnham, nearly stalking him. Definite sense of predator about him now.

Fiona: d10: per/sub also: 3,8,5,2,5,

Fiona: ~wierd stuff going on. so she focuses first on Aerin given the way he is acting so familiar to her~

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: Burnham stands, still languid. "Even if it was me, rather than a rather amusing coincidence, it would not have been an attack, nor were you in any way harmed. I think you are making a big deal out of nothing."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "I used to work for the Concerto. I know the rules. You violated." He comes face to face, staring right into those eyes that he forced to look away moments ago. He murmurs quietly to the man, utter hatred in his voice. "You're so beyond fucked, you Hellbound Wyrmspawn, that by the time we're done, you could shove the Eiffel Tower up your ass and there'd be room for the Statue of Liberty."

Fiona: d10: pu/aler: 7,6,7,9,8,

Fiona: [that was p/u and perc. rolled the right number of dice. and that was of course to Aerin]

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: "If you had any proof of wrongdoing, then perhaps you would be correct. Also i believe that it is only a breach if i -attack- you. which i clearly havent done. i merely stand here, being verbally assaulted by a man incapable of sitting in a chair."

Connor [PB 4]: Connors odd eyes narrows on Burnham, his body takes instinctivly an attack pose. Something very feral and predatory comes over him, every aspect of him now reminds you of that of an animal.

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: "Now, if you dont mind, i think i will be going." He looks at connor. "Remember what i said about perspective? This man here is a raving nut." He grinds out his cigar and turns to leave.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Oh, believe me. They'll find out. Not to mention your attempts to get information from someone." He looks to Connor, then back. "Run and be hunted, you little shit. Or come with me and take your fate. I don't care which."

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: d10: per+alertness: 8,8,2,6,

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Hunted it is." He smirks. "You have five seconds to get out of my sight. Then, I start following."

Fiona: ~internal hackles raise instinctually though she knows the importance to the Veil. but brown eyes narrow meanacingly~ Not here ~she speaks firmly trying to stay away from those who are uncomfortable around her normally~ [my bad, I just remembered her wp/rage ratio] ~the woman moves in closer to see if maybe she can use something somewhat subtle to make the liar leave~

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: "Information? I didnt even know what he was! I -still- dont know what he is. or you." He shakes his head. "Hell i thought he was one of us. Look, there has been a misunderstanding here. its blatantly obvious that i mistook you for someone with a sense of humour, and for what its worth i apologise."

Connor [PB 4]: Connor stands ready to follow, or attack, whatever Aerin tells him to do. He gives of a low growl the whole time... also this instinctive, he's not really awere that he's doing it.

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: He then turns and walks away, turning down the first alley he finds.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He ignores the apology. Wyrmspawn don't get that chance. He does look to Fiona and nods. "Wasn't planning on it here. Which is why I was giving him a head start, or a chance to come peacably."

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: ((look, this really isnt a violation of anything as i see it. this is ridiculous. it wasnt an attack nor could it be construed as one.))

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: ((dlp)) he stops before he leaves the tabled areas. "Fine. You want to claim this was some kind of crime, then lets go to see the wizard."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Burnham, please stop taking IC stuff into getting angry OOC. I'm frankly getting very tired of it. Any type of use that is offensive in nature, whatsoever, is a violation, as written. And it may not be, and things may work against Aerin. What you need to understand is that AERIN is not the end-all, be-all of the site. If you can't handle people being pissy with your PC's in an IC basis, that's your problem.))

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: ((sorry, i realised that after i posted it. im being an ass.))

Fiona: ~tilts her head, but is on alert~

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((And we're going to have to pause this in about 10 minutes, because I am off work. Did not realize this would turn into a big thing. Can be back on about 30 minutes after that. Just FYI.))

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: ((well i dont mind either way. If he just goes of with Aerin then we can sort this out another time. I want to go to bed fairly soon.))

Fiona: [I'll have to try and figure out a way to have Fiona leave. I have about an hour before I have to leave myself. But I'll keep playing as long as I can.]

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Up to you. Burnham can go off with Aerin, and I can get home ASAP, or he can go off his own.))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((I don't imagine it will take long once I get home.))

Connor [PB 4]: ((I should have been a sleep abou an hour ago so I'll take this as a moment to leave for today. Have to get some sleep before work tomorrow.))

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: ((ok, lets just disband now then. thats my suggestion anyway. sort this out another time.))

Fiona: [I'm fine whichever. Not my fight. Just support team here.]

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Then we're assuming Burnham just walked away, without Aerin?))

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: ((no, he stopped before leaving the cafe area. 'he stops before he leaves the tabled areas. "Fine. You want to claim this was some kind of crime, then lets go to see the wizard."'))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Then I would appreciate it if we could try to pick this up, very quickly, when I get home. Because you and I, Kal, are not often on at the same time, and I don't want Aerin in a time pause. I will be home in about 20 minutes. If you can't wait that long, that's fine, I know you're on GMT, but I'd appreciate the attempt. Due to the sheer mass of SL he's in, I can't keep him paused for long.))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Either way, I'll be home in 20 minutes and will check this room for a reply. Thanks for the scenem all.))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: A little nod, and a gesture with his head, as if to invite her along. He takes up position next to Burnham, and starts to walk. "My car's down this way, unless you've got one of your own."

Fiona [pb 3] -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: [Yes, he can sense her rage of course and she be garou]

Fiona [pb 3]: ~oh she does follow, almost protectively of Aerin~

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: "Mine is only a two seater, and i would rather you drove." He follows, his expression closed, and hard to read.

Fiona [pb 3]: d10: per/emp burnham: 1,8,2,6,6,

Fiona [pb 3]: I just walk a lot. A car with two-seats. You must be very lonely. Or very lucky.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks back to Burnham, brow raising. "That's an interesting choice. All right, then. This way." He heads down the street, heading toward a parking garage.

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: "Lonely. luck seems to be short at the moment." He looks at Aerin with a bemused expression.

Fiona [pb 3]: ~continues following, watching Burnham mostly~

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: He follows Aerin, and gets in the back unless told otherwise. No fight, not even much indignation. Perhaps a touch of frustration showing in his eyes.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Apparently so." He looks at Burnham and chuckles, making his way into the parking garage.

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: "Do you truly think i am evil?" This said in the back of the car. he sounds genuinely curious. "Does it not strike you as irrational to judge me so quickly?"

Fiona [pb 3]: [I didn't know they got into his car, last post by Aerin was that they were making their way in.]

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: ((ok, sorry if im jumping the gun. am quite tired.))

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: ((make that 'on the way to the car'))

Fiona [pb 3]: [I just wanted to be sure we were all on the same page ~s~]

Fiona [pb 3]: ~stays quiet since she's trusting Aerin on this~

ScarletIris: (alright. current positions? walking down the sidewalk away from the cafe?)

Burnham Vaul [cafe, late afternoon]: ((yeah, think so.))

ScarletIris: d10: : 10,5,8,

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Sorry, updating Scarlet)) He slips into the garage and looks around for a moment, frowning a little bit as if trying to figure out where he put his car. "Oh, sonuva..."

ScarletIris: d10: : 8,2,8,10,9,1,

ScarletIris: (give me oooooooone sec before you slip into the garage.)

ScarletIris: d10: stealth: 3,9,1,5,3,4,10,

ScarletIris: (anyone can roll per alert to see if they're being trailed by the VERY unstealthy person)

Burnham Vaul: d10: per+alert: 4,3,4,6,

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Per+Alert: 8,4,3,4,5,5,

Fiona [pb 3]: d10: per/alert: 9,7,4,3,2,

ScarletIris: All can see a black beamer in the vacinity creeping about, looking to be trailing them. There's also a boy in his teens with long lightbrown hair, just below his shoulders. Camo pants and a simple black T-shirt. Burnham would recognize him as Jay. He is actively following them on foot, eyes squinted in their direction. Trying to keep to the shadows.. and failing.

Burnham Vaul: Burn looks at him, and then rubs the bridge of his nose with the thumb and index finger of his left hand. His cigar is clenched in his teeth, and he has a slightly pained expression on his face. "What. the. hell."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He frowns a little bit, looking over his shoulder, and pauses there. He turns to face them, getting a defensive stance to him, hand tightening on his staff. "Who...the hell...is that?"

Burnham Vaul: "Black car, no idea. Met the kid somewhere but cant say i know him." He sighs. "Not my day. at all."

Fiona [pb 3]: ~stays quiet but stops when Aerin does~

ScarletIris: Jay steps a few yards out from the trio, looking Fiona and Aerin over curiously before turning to burnham. "Uri sent me." He mumbles quietly. He narrows his eyes on Aerin when he goes defensive. Sizing him up from where he stands. "You don't look familiar. In that respect.. you can fuck off. To you.. I'm nobody."

ScarletIris: (Burnham would have seen Jay at the meeting. he was crouched next to Urian the whole time)

Burnham Vaul: "Uri? Great..." He looks at the others. "Any chance this can wait? im not going to run away or anything." He really doesnt want to think about what might happen if this goes south.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Don't know a Uri, myself." His brow furrows, and he looks from Burnham to Jay...then to the car. He doesn't like this change in odds. "Friends of yours?" he asks Burnham.

ScarletIris: He looks to Burnham with a narrowed squint. "Show some respect." He looks back toward Aerin. "Urian says there's no need to bother the concerto with this one. He'll take care of it personally."

Fiona [pb 3]: How can you drive? Your feet wouldn't even reach the pedals would they? ~tilts her head studying the kid~

Burnham Vaul: "Kind of. And if he asks, im not in a position to say no." He looks Aerin in the face. "Trust me, this isnt going to be worth a chair. Just let me go, and we can sort the chair thing out later. No harm was done."

ScarletIris: He turns the same irritated gaze toward Fiona "They can reach more than you'd expect.." He mumbles bitterly.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks at Burnham, lip curling. "Wait?" He looks back to Fiona, then to the car. Eyes narrow, but he takes a step back. He knows when he's beat. He nods a little to Jay. "Hope he will."

Fiona [pb 3]: I bet that's a neat trick then ~oddly she doesn't seem at all upset by his irritated gaze. maybe she's used to wierd street people~

ScarletIris: Jay motions for Burhman to follow, backing off from Aerin as well. Narrowed eyes to Aerin. "Next time.. watch where you wander. This is our turf. Come on." He waves his hand toward the black car, causing it to roll in their direction to pick them up.

Burnham Vaul: Burn nods. "Good." He then takes a step away, in the direction of Jay.

Burnham Vaul: He walks away to the black car. This isnt good. Urian was going to destabalise things.. but then maybe that was what he wanted.

ScarletIris: The car parks and a massive black man dressed in black slacks and a pale yellow polo steps out. He wraps around to the back of the bmw and opens the door for Burnham. Inside sits on older looking man, regal. Hard to see from the angel he's sitting in. Jay slides into the front passenger seat.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Yeah, I'll make a note of that." He says it to Jay with a narrowed gaze, and then moves to Fiona's side, waiting until the car leaves until he's going to go.

Fiona [pb 3]: ~a glance to Aerin, staying close to him and she memorizes the license plate number~

Burnham Vaul: Burn gets in. He looks at the older man (Urian i assume? if not then following doesnt apply) and bows his head respectfully.

ScarletIris: The plate number is easy to read. Nothing gauty, just simple numbers and letters. The plate is clean. (let me know if you run the numbers)

Fiona [pb 3]: [I'd have to have her get Aerin to do it, but I'm sure she'll ask him to once they are clear and such.]

ScarletIris: (yes urian) Once burn is in, Hugo closes his door and silently wraps back around to the driver seat. Heading back down the street.

ScarletIris: (congratulations burn, you're being taken behind the red door! Follow if you have time to do so. I remember seeing you post sleepiness.)

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: Once the car is out of view, he relaxes a little, and looks to Fiona. "My car is about four blocks away. Want a ride somewhere?"

Burnham Vaul: ((on my way.. this sounds interesting))

Fiona [pb 3]: ~nods~I think that might be good. I can wait and tell you when we are safely inside it. ~spoken quietly~ [can I catch up with you after I get back on?]

ScarletIris: (danke guys *poofs*)

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He nods, and turns to lead her away from the parking garage that was very nearly Burnham's death kneell, toward the car. ((And pause for now!))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Thank you Kal and Scarlet!))

Aerin Thomas: Aerin continues the walk to the car, quiet the whole way. He's lost his active anger, but the whole thing has got his rage a-stirring, and there's a general underlying of tension as he goes.

Fiona [pb 3]: ~Fiona stays quiet, though it's very hard for her to do that right now~

Aerin Thomas: When they get to the car, he hits the keylocks, letting them open, and moves to his side to slip inside. He waits for Fiona to get in.

Fiona [pb 3]: ~gets into the car, looking around at the radio mostly for now, fascinated by it~ Thank you.

Aerin Thomas: "No problem." He sighs and rests his head on the seat, before looking over. "Allow me to introduce myself. Aerin Thomas, named Dream by Deed. Adren Philodox of the Children of Gaia, and Emissary from the Sept of Gaia's Hand to the Sept of the Green."

Fiona [pb 3]: ~smiles warmly over to him~ It is a pleasure to meet another. The humans call me Fiona, but I am called Luna's Heart, A theurge and a cliath. I am still new to the Sept of the Green, so I still have not yet become a member. But this is where I call my home for now."

Aerin Thomas: "Pleasure to meet you, Luna's Heart." He nods and turns the key, starting to drive. "Thank you for backing me up there...fucking Wyrmspawn piece of garbage." He shakes his head with a sigh. "Almost had him, too."

Fiona [pb 3]: "It was hard for me not to realize something was wrong. You are hardly fat. The human lied."

Aerin Thomas: He nods a little bit. "Yeah, they're good at that. Didn't realize he'd come with backup." He shakes his head. "Welcome to New York, try not to mind the Hellspawn."

Fiona [pb 3]: ~nods and smiles to him~I did what any wolf does around another. And I am glad that I was your backup too. It could have been worse for you alone. It is never good to be alone.

Aerin Thomas: That draws a faint smile. "So I've been told." He watches the road as he drives toward the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge into Manhattan. "Where do you come from?"

Fiona [pb 3]: I am from the West. And after my change, I was taken to the Sept of the Western Eye to be taught about the world of the two-leggeres as well as how to be a shaman. Are you from here?

Aerin Thomas: "No, actually...I consider it my home now, but I'm originall from the west, too. Oregon, on the edge of the western ocean." He's gotten the hint that she's Lupus of course, so he doesn't speak entirely in place names.

Fiona [pb 3]: Oh yes ~nodding~ I might have wandered there before. When I was still a pup, it was all a very wide world to me.

Aerin Thomas: He nods a little bit. "I can imagine. What brought you here to New York?"

Fiona [pb 3]: "I had heard some stories about this great big city on the eastern ocean, and the spirits called me here. I have been looking for other garou to meet and learn from.

Aerin Thomas: He smiles a little. "Well, you really couldn't have found a better place. We've got quite the cross-culture of Garou here. You should have ample opportunity to meet several very different Garou."

Fiona [pb 3]: ~nods a few times~ I have only a few so far. There is plenty of time of course. ~smiles warmly to him~

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah." He nods, keeping his eyes vaguely on the road. "The City's rather large and...chaotic at times. Sometimes, it's your worst enemy...sometimes, a good friend." His expression is faintly amused, a touch bittersweet. "Either way, it's always been close to my heart, ever since I arrived."

Fiona [pb 3]: I would like to find a place to settle. I might have, but I am waiting to see how things go. While I'm here, I will make the best of it and I hope to learn more about my brothers and sisters."

Aerin Thomas: "You need a place to stay?"

Fiona [pb 3]: I am staying with the Dmitrievitches currently. They are out in the country so I can spread my legs so to speak if I wish without making trouble."

Aerin Thomas: "That sounds nice." He smiles a little bit. "Have you spoken with many of your Tribemates since you arrived?"

Fiona [pb 3]: Not too many yet. Two kin and two fullbloods.

Aerin Thomas: "Oh? Who's that?" Said in a manner of mere curiosity...making conversation as they drive.

Fiona [pb 3]: Danika and Gavriil, and Claire and Kristof.

Aerin Thomas: His lips purse slightly, before he smiles again. "I know Gavriil, and have met Claire and Danika. I don't think I've met Kristof yet."

Fiona [pb 3]: He is Danika's brother. A firefighter and works for the park service with his sister. He doesn't go out too often.

Aerin Thomas: "Ah, okay." He nods a little bit and smiles. "I hope to get a chance to meet him soon, then." He looks ahead, quiet a little bit as he drives. "I must regret, I've failed to have an opportunity to talk to Claire in a while. How is she?"

Fiona [pb 3]: I worry about her a little. She is young and confused from what I have seen. She likes Kris but he is merely a kin. And the photographer man, I don't like him that much. he doesn't seem good for her, but he gives her attention and money ~shrugs~ She is hardly around the place much and I think I have made her feel like she shouldn't be there because I am of a higher station than she is.

Aerin Thomas: He frowns a little bit. "Photographer man?"

Fiona [pb 3]: Yes. I think his name is Elijah. He is a Spanish man. I have met some Spanish but not Silver Fang before. But he is a fullblood I think too. He takes pictures of her. He adores her she says, but I don't know. I don't trust him.

Aerin Thomas: He nods slightly, absorbing the information. "What about him makes you not trust him, Fiona?"

Fiona [pb 3]: He doesn't try to get to know the rest of us. I think he might be using her. I cannot explain it, but he makes my hackles bristle ....if that makes sense.

Aerin Thomas: "No, I know what you mean." He sighs a little bit. "If you'd like, I can see what I can do to look into it."

Fiona [pb 3]: Thank you. I would rather be wrong and look foolish. ~she smiles to him~

Aerin Thomas: "I know the feeling," he says with a little grin. "Happy to help."

Fiona [pb 3]: You understand people better than I do I'm sure.

Aerin Thomas: He shrugs. "I've spent a good amount of my life studying human nature. You seem quite skilled at such, in your own way."

Fiona [pb 3]: I spent time alone, observing. But there is so much for me to learn still. I'm a young cliath.

Aerin Thomas: "Well, I'd be happy to offer what insight I can."

Fiona [pb 3]: I am still puzzled then by what was going on with that man and that creepy kid. He didn't seem like a kid....or a kid gone bad. The other lies horribly."

Aerin Thomas: "The man's a Wyrnspawn." He frowns some. "A creature from Hell...what humans commonly call Demons. I think it's like...a fomori, to a degree. The kid was likely one, too."

Fiona [pb 3]: ~nods a few times~ Then it as good you did not go alone. ~frowing a bit~

Aerin Thomas: He nods. "They're...it's not quite the same. Not...exactly. Rather..." He sighs. "I'm not frankly sure. They feel different. Still wrong, don't get me wrong. And if I see that one around again, it's not going to be pleasant for him."

Fiona [pb 3]: I will remember that man and the kid. ~nodding a few times~ And if you should need my help again against these Wyrmspawn, you have my teeth and claws at your side.

Aerin Thomas: "Thank you." He smiles gratefully. "I very much appreciate the offer."

Aerin Thomas: "As it is, I'm going to be reporting what happened to the Sept. Connor was an idiot." He looks back at her. "Oh. Yeah, he's another you've met that's of your tribe."

Fiona [pb 3]: ~she groans outwardly, sounding like an unpleased dog the way she does that~ Oh dear Gaia, please tell me....no.

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah." He gives her a sympathetic look. "If it helps any, that's not half as bad as I've had the pleasure to endure. We had a Gaian wandering around here who, rumor had it, impregnated his own friggin' sister. I REALLY didn't like him."

Fiona [pb 3]: ~frowns letting out a small arooo type sound~

Aerin Thomas: He sighs and nods. "Yeah. So, in comparison, I guess it could be worse, right?" Or hell. She could be Simba. That would be bad by reputation, too.

Fiona [pb 3]: ~nods a few times~ If he keeps up his behavior he is a Veil breech waiting to happen. Even if that other rumor was true, the lesser two evils would be the Veil breech. ~sighs softly~

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah." He sighs a bit, stopping at a light and reaching into his trench for his cigarettes...before stopping. Shit...Lupus. He looks over at her. "Fiona, do you mind if I smoke?" Hey, he's asking now. That's progress.

Fiona [pb 3]: It is your car. I can just roll around for a while and get the smell off. ~she doesn't seem to offended by it~

Fiona [pb 3]: I like hotdogs. They are very addictive.

Aerin Thomas: He smiles gratefully and nods, withdrawing a smoke. He makes sure to roll the windows down some, of course, before lighting up. "Thank you. And I'm not so big on hot dogs...but I can understand the addictive part." He grins a little bit. "So do you know how long you'll be staying, then?"

Fiona [pb 3]: ~ moves her face out t he window almost like how dogs hang their head out and lull their tongues~ Oh, I don't know. I would like to pack and have to see. It did take me a while to get here. And I need to see if there truly was a reason for me to be here. I'll figure it out. ~nods a little as she looks back tohim with her face back inside the car. ~

Aerin Thomas: "Good luck with packing." It's said without sarcasm, surprisingly. "It's sometimes difficult to find around here, in my experience, but if you can..."

Fiona [pb 3]: Thank you. I don't expect it to be easy. But it is something I long for very much, ever since even before my change.

Aerin Thomas: The look he gives her is almost envious. "Yeah...I guess I can understand how it would have been like that for you."

Fiona [pb 3]: I always stood outside. Until I came to the aid of my pack. I am very loyal. I find that very important. I don't mean to bore you. ~head moving out the window a little again~

Aerin Thomas: "No, no!" He shakes his head. "Not at all, you really aren't." He smiles. "It's far from boring for me...quite the opposite. I came from a very different background, though there were a some of those same feelings."

Fiona [pb 3]: What kind of background if I might be so bold to ask?

Aerin Thomas: "Lost cub." He says it with a shrug. "I fell through the human's child services system. I grew up entirely outside of Garou and, in many ways, human society. Didn't realize what I was until later in life then usual. It was...an adjustment."

Fiona [pb 3]: ~tilts her head some as she takes that all in; after a long moment, it makes more sense to her then he might think with their differences~ We both had a lot to learn about our heritage. It must be difficult to be part of a world you only learned about later in life.

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah, it was." He nods slightly, mostly watching the road. "I don't imagine it's easy for any of us...but we all learn to adjust, right?" He smiles a bit.

Fiona [pb 3]: "Those who don't, well, I do believe in survival of the fittest. Gaia guides us.

Aerin Thomas: "That she does," he says with a smile. "And everything happens for a reason."

Fiona [pb 3]: Agreed ~she nods, looks around and t hen gives him some more directions as they get closer~

Aerin Thomas: He pays close attention to the directions, nodding a little as he heads there. Quiet most the rest of the way, but paying attention to the way there. Perhaps for future reference.

Fiona [pb 3]: Is there anything that I should watch for? Or be prepared for in the Sept? ~looking to him curiously~

Aerin Thomas: He looks over at her, considering, for a long moment. "Fiona...things are not...always as they seem at the Sept of the Green. This can often be true in any circumstance, but I've found it happens quite often there." He sighs. "There's a few people to watch out for. In my opinion, mind you. Others may not agree, and I admit to bias sometimes, simply because I don't like them. But...Arn Grimhild is one. A Get of Fenris. He's...a bully, at times. He likes to show his own strength, and doesn't respect anyone until they show him the same back."

Fiona [pb 3]: Oh, a mighty Get . I will certainly keep it in mind. Is he a lupus born too?

Aerin Thomas: "No, Homid, I'm pretty sure. Huge guy. Can't miss him. Doesn't think so well, though."

Fiona [pb 3]: ~starts to giggle~ "Dumb as an ox, huh? Like that Paul Bunyan fellow and his blue ox named Babe?"

Aerin Thomas: "Something like that, yeah." He chuckles, then sighs. "Otherwise...I will admit that I, personally, am not Gavriil's biggest fan. We have personal issues, dealing with a kin that was under my protection. But that's just between him and I. Otherwise..." He shrugs. "Just keep your eyes and ears open. There's a lot of good people at the Green, and a lot who are not so good. It's sometimes quite hard to know who is who...and sometimes, the people you'd most expect to be one are the other."

Fiona [pb 3]: ~nods a few times~ Wise words to be sure. And I take your advice to heart. Thank you.

Aerin Thomas: "Any time." He smiles and nods as they pull up. "And if you need anything...anything at all..." He slips his hand into his pocket, coming out with a card for her. "My phone numbers. And I'm also often found at the Sept."

Fiona [pb 3]: I can be reached through Kristof's number, or the spirits know how to send me messages...if you are able to speak with them. ~takes the card~

Fiona [pb 3]: ~gives him Kristof's phone number. ~ And if you want to meet him and talk to him, you have his number.

Aerin Thomas: "Thank you." He takes the number and slips it away. "Well, it's been a pleasure meeting you, Luna's Heart. I hope to see you again soon. And again, thank you for the aid tonight. It won't be forgotten."

Fiona [pb 3]: ~smiles warmly to him as she gets out from the car~ it has been my pleasure too. Thank you. ~waves to him as she moves from the car, still holding the card~

Aerin Thomas: "Goddess's Grace." He smiles and waves to her, then takes off, heading back home.

Fiona [pb 3]: ~grins before running off behind the house and shifting into her natural form and rolloing around in the dirt happily again~