Jez [pb 2]: ((Yep!))

Surly: ((sure!)) *sneers at Gav* why the fuck would i care if my face freezes like this? you think i'm looking for a good strong man to take care of my poor, delciate ass or something? *eyes narrowing dangerously*

Chinalurk: ((~Cackles~ WOOT!))

Jez [pb 2]: He whispers to Surly, something that sounds like, "I am," and then chuckles to himself.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She makes her way through the brush, eyes moving around in a scowl, looking for something apparently~ ((If anyone needs a DD jus slap me. ~nods~))

Gavriil Kazimir: *he laughs a bit* You're cute when you scowl like that.

Surly: *groans and pushes Jez's shoulder. not too hard, of course.* ugh. take my share, then. *mutters back to him sourly*

Jez [pb 2]: He looks up at Maya as she walks in, not recognizing her. ((Same here, *S* DD avail upon request.))

Jez [pb 2]: Unlike the wimpy little guy she met months and months ago who would have swayed with that light push, he sits firm and just smirks.

Surly: *rises and cracks her neck* all right, boy. you actually looking for a scrap, or are you just all hot air? i'll be happy to oblige you on the first. and if it's the second, i'm not in the mood to smell your verbal farts tonight.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ((~Pokes at people~ Jez & Surly I could use some DDs please ~S~ You can PM them if you like))

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She pushes some hair behind an ear and scowls, not immediately spotting who she's looking for, but continues further in anyways, her confident stride taking her towards some open grassy stuff~

Gavriil Kazimir: Enhance your calm half-blood. I'm just teasing you. I've heard you're quite the brawler. You do your cousins proud.

Surly: *tall. very attractive. currently wearing a Gothic Lolita-inspried outfit consisting of a pale lilac Alice dress with ruffled petticoats and a little white apron, with a lilac hat perched daintly on her hair. her VERY red-shading to VERY yellow at the ends hair. black knee-high Docs, black gloves, and heavy, pointy silver rings complete her look. and despite the delicate pastel makeup, she looks like a right bitch* ((app4. pb2. Gall.))

Surly: enhance my calm? *snorts* you started this shit, not i. *growls out* i don't take well to teasing, see. and you don't have what it takes to make me take it.

Jez [pb 2]: ~The pale amber of the suit draws out the golden flecks in his honey-brown eyes.~

Surly: *flashes a look to Jez* enhance my calm? who the fuck talks like that??

Jez [pb 2]: He holds up his hands to Surly. "Don't look to me, I'm not going to call him on it." Chuckles. He doesn't talk to True Born like that, obviously.

Gavriil Kazimir: No one's started anything. If I wish to ignite something within you...you'll not miss me lighting the match. *he shakes his head* As much of a brawler you might be, you are not my match half-blood. As toned and as strong as your muscles might be...you lack what makes me your better. *he laughs a bit* Perhaps in these skins you may best me but that means little, and it proves nothing, all here know who among us is a true Warrior of Gaia.

Surly: *smirks to Jez* why not? i did.

Surly: *laughs at Gav* the creature who can't master himself, or herself, in any form is merely playing at being a warrior. if i can beat you in this shape--and i can--then you're not as good as you want to think you are. *she sneers* maybe that's why you try to talk shit. to try and convince yourself you're better than you know in your deepest heart you really are.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She tilts her head a bit, hearing other voices, but none of them familiar. Once she gets to a spot to her satisfaction, she lowers down onto her knees, then stretches out and lays down on her stomach before rolling over to gaze up at the sky~

Jez [pb 2]: Surly: He smiles. "I'm not saying your way is bad. I was just taught a very different approach to those born True."

Surly: *smirks to Jez again* and i, happily, wasn't taught about them at all.

Jez [pb 2]: ((This is why, of course, Corbin despises Surly. *LOL* And Mercury thinks she's tops.))

Surly: ((*impish giggle* i know. it's fun. it may be the death of her.))

Gavriil Kazimir: *he laughs again* My you're quite fiery. I'm sure that'll serve you well if you ever find yourself disembowled. Your flesh is just that...flesh. Of no mystical quality. I favor the blade in combat, or the fang and claw, such are weapons as strong as you are you could not possibly stand up against. There's no need to prove such. We are what we are, there's no shame in being a half-blood warrior. I'm sure against mundane foes you're quite effective. Should the true face of the Wyrm smile upon you..the outcome would be much different. *he shrugs lightly* I make no attempt to belittle you, you have your goals and I mine, that we walk different roads is clear for all to see.

Jez [pb 2]: d10: garou lore maya: 2,1,8,7,

Jez [pb 2]: He sees nothing in Maya that makes her someone to show deference to, so he simply smiles warmly and nods to her. "Hi. I'm Jez Talino. Kin to the Shadow Lords of Dark Elements." No time like the present for intros.

Surly: *snorts* again you refuse to prove you're actually worth something. go sniff up someone else's skirts, coward. when you grow a spine, come on back and we'll play.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~Her head pops up with a scowl, looking towards the figures after that long winded speech. A roll of her eyes, and her head drops back down, one arm sliding up for a bit of a pillow~

Surly: *quite pointedly turns her back on Gav, in the time-honored manner of the cut direct. dismissing him from her mind as useless* anyway, Jez. *glances toward the prone woman, eyes narrowing slightly for a moment as she looks the other over. good phsyique. wonder how good she is in a spar....* classes will start as soon as peoplestep up for it. i'll call and let you know when. *ponders a moment* actually, if Sarge OKs it, you might could come by one of the beginner classes and i'll be able to start showing you exactly what i'll be needing you to do.

Gavriil Kazimir: *he laughs again* I cannot be goaded into rending your entrails Ms...Surly they call you yes? I am not the one attempting to deny their existance. You believe that you are more than you blood speaks. I know different. Everyone at the Sept knows different. That is why no one calls upon you when they head into battle, or into the spirit realm. That is not your place, nor in most cases could you follow if you were even so bold as to make such a mistake.

Surly: *she ignores Gav completely. he simply doesn't exist for her any more*

Jez [pb 2]: He nods. "Happy to assist. It'll be good practice for me as well. I've been keeping up with the combat moves."

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~And then Jez speaks, one eyebrow raising over at him with a tilt of her head to acknowledge the greeting~ Evening, Jez. Pleasure to make your aquaintance. ~She sits up, squaring off her shoulders, her chin tilting up proudly~ I am Maykaelia Grimhild, daughter of Alban and Marina Grimhild, kinfolk to the children of mighty Fenrir.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Open?))

Jez [pb 2]: Maya: "Grimhild?" His spine straightens and he grins. "Any relation to Arn-rhya? I have much respect for him. He is a true warrior."

Jez [pb 2]: ((open!))

Surly: *nods* good. you'll need to know the basics to help much. *ponders a moment, tapping her chin* huh. you know......i might try to get you and Sarge together so you two can maybe work out a tag team attack. always good to know what to do when you've got more than one target to deal with. *a grin* i'll try not to damage you too much.

Nathaniel Dikastis: (Jez invited, but making sure)

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She smiles, her head nodding~ Yes, he is my little brother.

Surly: ((yes! *G*)) Arn! that's the name i forgot! *points a finger at Jez* ha! *eyes Maya* you spar?

Surly: ((come on in, Nath!))

Gavriil Kazimir: I thought as much. Confronting the truth is most difficult. *he looks towards Maya now admiring her for a long moment before he moves to sit upon one of the benches. He could use a cigarette but here is not the place for such*

Jez [pb 2]: Maya: "*Little* brother?" He chuckles. "Oh, I'll be he *loves* that. Well met, Ms. Grimhild, it is an honor to meet you." Surly: "I can handle myself well enough. I'm no expert certainly, but I'm no scrawny wimp any longer." ((*hugs Nathaniel-P*))

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~her gaze slides over to Surly, and she raises the eyebrow once more~ Possibly, when I'm not just getting off work.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: His staff taps on the ground as he pushes through the bramble, making his way into the place. He's on edge...constant alert, dressed in a black tank-top and matching pants underneath the leather trench. And, of course, those stell-toed shit-kickers. He looks around as he steps into the Sept, almost like he's expecting trouble.

Surly: *nods* yeah. you've gotten a lot better. *smirks* maybe one of these nights i'll even take you out hunting. got any pink hot pants?

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She looks over at Gavriil, meeting his gaze, then looking over to Jez when he speaks to her again with a chuckle and a nod, before laying back in the grass once more, though keeping her eyes over at them should they want more conversation~

Gavriil Kazimir: *he rises slowly when Aerin moves through the bramble* Evening Aerin-rhya. *the greeting short but spoken in a respectful tone*

Surly: *nods to Maya* cool. i'm always up for a spar. *smirks. notes Aerin and calmly gives him her normal wave* i still got that stick you gave me in my living room corner. *smirks* hope things settle enough to learn to use it for something other than a dust collector.

Jez [pb 2]: He looks to Aerin, lowering his gaze in respectful submission to his station, then raising his gaze once more with a smile and a nod. Surly: "Not hot pants, but I *do* have a really nice pink silk shirt, will that suffice?"

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She looks to where everyone else's gaze is going, lifting her head into a tilt of respectful greeting, since he's obviously one of station~

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks over at Gavriil and frowns, but nods to him. "Gavriil." Jez and Surly get warmer smiles, and Maya gets a raised eyebrow and a rather wary, appraising glance.

Kelsey Horn (PB3): ((Room for one more?))

Gavriil Kazimir: (word)

Surly: *considers Jez's comment* maybe. might work best with...say....a contrasting tank in some pastel hue. and really tight pants. spandex. spandex is your friend when you're out hunting. *grins wickedly* and it'd be even better if you can ape every bad gay guy stereotype you've ever even ~heard~ of, right down to the limp wrists and a lisp.

Jez [pb 2]: ((Yep I'm ok with it.))

Jez [pb 2]: Surly: He winces. "Oh god. I do NOT wear spandex. Ever. No. No, no, no!"

Surly: 'sup, Aerin? *arches a jet black brow at him* anything i can enjoy, too? *a mirthless smirk, eyes gleaming*

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She sits up when Aerin's gaze lingers on her, but not for showing off, simply because... well.... he's of station, and looking at her. She tilts her head once more, then lifts her chin with that confident gaze settling back on him~

Gavriil Kazimir: *he sits back down, in no mood to antagonize the Adren Half-moon when he's already in a clearly agitated state. He glances around again watching the others passively althoug his gaze does linger on Surly for a longer moment than the others. He laughs quietly to himself. Fool, stop thinking such insane things*

Jez [pb 2]: Gloria Gaynor's I Will Survive suddenly sounds and with a *very* scarlet face, Jez quickly answers his cell phone. "Hello?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks over at Surly and smirks some. "No...not yet, I'm afraid. When I get a chance, I'll let you know."

Surly: *snickers at Jez* it's a privelege, not a right. bright side--you wouldn't abuse the privelege, i guess. the point is to make you look very effeminate and as helpless as possible. that's the bait, see? then, you let 'em jump you...and you turn them into pewling lumps of meat on the ground, puking their guts out and begging for the pain to stop. *quiet calm about it* with luck, some of 'em'll learn not to pick on people for no good reason.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She blinks a few times at the sounds of the phone, glancing over at Jez, lips pursing in amusement~

Surly: *BLINKS at Jez's phone. and snickers again. then nods to Aerin* bah. i've been bored lately. *like a kender, that's probably a dangerous thing to hear* we should add to your troubles and try to finish wiping Doc Dickcheese off the planet soon, too. at least, we do that, it's one less thing to worry about, right?

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She comes into the Sept quietly, making her way through the bramble. There's tension in her movements but no where near the explosive rage of a few days ago. She's wearing her usual jean shorts and a plain t-shirt. She's brought the skateboard with her since she was going to be in town today. She looks around as she gets into the Sept, nodding at those she knows and those who look her way then moves over to by her packmate.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Yeah." He nods to Surly. "Gotta move on that soon. I'll contact Joshua and we can put our heads together, see if we can find a thought there." He looks over to Maya again and nods. "Hi. Don't believe we've met...Aerin Thomas, Dream by Deed Name. Adren Philodox of the Children of Gaia, Alpha of the Heart of Thorns, and Emissary to the Sept of the Green from Gaia's Hand." And for once, perhaps, he says it with the gravity it's all due.

Marie Delacourt (PB3): ((Room for one more?))

Surly: *eyes Kelsey up and down appraisingly. shrugs*

Jez [pb 2]: He grins sheepishly, face bright red. "Hey, Nathaniel. Yeah, everything's cool. I'm hanging past the Bramble with some folks. Things are mellow. How about you?"

Ethan Anderson: ((*tries a different Nic*))

Surly: *snorts to Aerin* thoughts? shit--i'll let you two think as much as possible. we should probably grab Hagen, too. or whoever he knows who can track that pansy-ass babyraper we need to kill.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She would straighten up, if that weren't her normal stature anyways, her head tilting down a little more at the introduction~ An honor, Dream-Rhya. I am Maykaelia Grimhild, daughter of Alban and Marina Grimhild, kinfolk to the children of mighty Fenrir.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~All said as she's rising to her feet, of course~

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((I'm cool with it.))

Gavriil Kazimir: *he fades into the background a bit watching the others passively now. His attention flitting back between the women, unfortunately for the young Fang the least attainable one having caught his eye the most strongly. * You really are an idiot. *he says quietly speaking to himself*

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She looks at Surly with a raised eyebrow. The young Get shrugs as well when the other does. When Aerin makes his introduction to Maya, she offers her own to those who don't know and are listening.* Kelsey Horn, Fells the Dragon, full mood cliath of the Get of Fenris, also of the Heart of Thorns and Emissary to the Sept of the Green from Gaia's Hand.

Jez [pb 2]: ((I don't mind *S*)) He smiles into the phone, "Be glad to have your company, definitely. You should bring coffee."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He raises an eyebrow at the name. "Arn's sister, I'm guessing?" Arn would have mentioned a mate, and she's certainly not old enough for a mother or young enough for a duaghter.

Ethan Anderson: Ethan makes his way into the Sept, his steps light, handsome head held high. Almost hip length blond hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail at the nap of his neck and, opting for cool he's foregone the shoot me now pink polo and settled instead for a plain white tank top worn loose over a pair of baggy jeans with the cuffs rolled and a pair of tennis shoes. The outline of an azure and emerald Celtic cross tattoo can be seen through the thin white cotton of his tank top, stretching across his skin from just beneath his collar bone to the midpoint of his chest, the other arms stretching from nipple to nipple. On his right bicep is a frightfully bright Froud Faerie.

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Sure, why not? I cook, clean, and make coffee... perfect fuckin' little housewife. Be there soon."

Nathaniel Dikastis: (That is a PM, obviously)

Jez [pb 2]: Another Get! This one, Kelsey, draws his eyes sharply, warily. He's on the phone so, for the moment, he doesn't introduce himself.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She nods to Aerin, eyes flickering over at Kelsey, then quickly back to Aerin~ Yes, Dream-Rhya. His older sister. Though most commonly called Maya.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ((~Picks up the dropped PM and passes it on to Jez~))

Jez [pb 2]: "Bring coffee, not make it, wiener," he says with a teasing tone. "Ok, see you."

Surly: *smirks to Kelsey* i'm Surly. you hang with Aerin, you know Bliss. tell him to eat soemthing decent sometime before his ass gets so scrawny it blows away in a strong wind, would you? *laughs shortlY8 speaking of that--you could do with a few more meals yourself, Aerin.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He actually holds his tongue on his opinion of Arn, much as it seems like he'd love to express it. He looks over his shoulder, smiling at Kelsey, and smiling even wider when he sees Ethan, though it's accompanied with a brief look of panic that's quickly suppressed.

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She looks at Jez when he's eyes move over to her. But says nothing as he is on the phone, though Very obviously standing with Aerin.*

Ethan Anderson: "Bliss, eat," Ethan says with a snort as he approaches. "People would th-think I don't c-c-cook."

Jez [pb 2]: Kelsey knows Aerin. He relaxes then, his gaze going to her then lowering in respectful submission to one of higher station, before raising once more proudly but without challenge. He puts his cell away and stands. "Forgive my momentary diversion. I'm Jez Talino, Kin to the Shadow Lords of the Dark Elements pack."

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She smirks at Surly.* He does eat. He stays scrawny anyway.

Jez [pb 2]: And a delighted grin seeing Ethan.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~Her eyes pass to Kelsey again as she moves up next to Aerin, her head tilting some in greeting, though her eyes return to Aerin~

Surly: *rolls her eyes at Ethan* i don't cook either. *smirks. and then blinks and starts looking around warily for one of those small, screaming, smelly things. Aerin has one, right? restrains a shudder*

Jez [pb 2]: Gloria Gaynor's I Will Survive sounds again and with a deeply scarlet face, Jez silently vows to change the tune soon as he gets a chance. He answers quickly. "Yes?"

Ethan Anderson: He wriggles fingers at Jez, blue eyes bright but a little nervous, and offers up a smile. "Hey, Jez."

Ethan Anderson: "The b-b-baby's at home," he assures Surly.

Surly: *gives Kelsey an evil sort of grin* so, knock his ass out, tie him up, and forcefeed him until he gains weight or chokes.

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She nods and smiles at Jez.* Good to meet you.

Surly: *nods to Ethan, with the faintest hint of relaxation* good. *she allows this shudder to be visible*

Jez [pb 2]: Grins and gives Ethan a friendly wink. Non-lecherous even for those with minds in the gutter.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "I eat as much as I have time to, Surly." He shrugs slightly and looks back to Ethan with a small nod. Tori was safe at home...their house was filling up quickly.

Jez [pb 2]: Kelsey: "You, too." He grins.

Jez [pb 2]: A blink at the phone, and then he puts it away, having said nothing into it.

Ethan Anderson: Ethan shoots Aerin a disgusted glance, pale lashes shuttering his eyes briefly. "One of these days we're going to discuss that too. I do not spend nearly three hundred on g-g-groceries for the house every two w-w...weeks...for you NOT to eat."

Surly: *snorts to Aerin* so start carrying those energy bar things around with you. drink a SlimFast with every meal. with, not instead of.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She lowers back down to sit in the grass~

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She nods at Maya, then looks back at Surly.* I think he'd choke first, honestly. And I think there's some rule against choking your packmates. *She chuckles a bit.* Hey Ethan. ((If I miss something or someone just poke me.))

Ethan Anderson: "H-hi, Kelsey," he says, offering her a shy smile.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Kelsey, for the record...if you knock me out and tie me up, I'll take 'Alpha' to mean 'Drill Instructor,' and you'll be cleaning the grout with a toothbrush." He grins a little at her, trying to take the edge off of his own edgy mood. "Your own."

Gavriil Kazimir: *his gaze falls upon Maya again* Kinfolk to the Fenrir eh? Do you walk with those who weild the Scythe? *speaking of the Reapers almost certainly*

Surly: *laughs* i'm not in this pack thing. so....i'll knock him out. you tie him up--i suck at tying knots--and then ~i'll~ shovel food down his throat.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He parks at the entrance of the park, dutifully having filled a thermos with coffee, and stuffed his pockets full of paper cups.

Gavriil Kazimir: (or wield if I could spell)

Surly: *aims a finger at Aerin* ditto him. i'll deal with the knocking out and feeding. you deal with the tying. *smirks and pops her neck*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: At Gavriil's comment, the man's mood instantly drops from somewhat joking into a deep scowl. Merely ~mentioning~ the Reapers can do that to him. His lip curls slightly.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~Her gaze moves over to Gavriil, quirking an eyebrow~ I do not. Why do you ask?

Surly: *gives Aerin a thoughtful look, then mutters something in Jez's ear*

Jez [pb 2]: His eyes turn to Gavriil and Maya.

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She snorts at Aerin and Surly both.* I'll just spar with you and force feed you then, how's that. *Obviously joking.*

Ethan Anderson: Sensing the sudden mood shift, Ethan glances upwards at Aerin. He pokes the man in the side and sticks out his tongue.

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She frowns as Gavriil asks about the Reapers as well, the hand on her board clutching tighter.*

Surly: *laughs* spar? that's always fun. i'll buy a cheesecake you can shove down his maw.

Gavriil Kazimir: Idle curiosity. I've not seen you before, it is merely coincidence that you and they show up around the same time then? *a rhetorical question of course*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks over at the poke, frowning a bit. "Ethan..." He reaches out and brushes a hand over his arm, giving him a not now look.

Jez [pb 2]: He nods to Surly. "Thought crossed my mind," he murmurs softly to her.

Ethan Anderson: He nods slightly and subsides, drifting away from Aerin to bump shoulders with Jez. "H-how are you holding up, Jez?"

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She casts Gavriil a thin smile~ What more excuse do I need than to come to keep my brother on his toes with a constant stream of headaches? I have no affiliation with the Reapers, and your play on words will not change that simple truth, no matter how you try to twist it.

Jez [pb 2]: He smiles warmly to Ethan, the pale amber of his silk suit bringing out the golden flecks in his honey-brown eyes. "Breaking hearts and kicking ass. How about you?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "I'd like to see you try," he murmurs to Kelsey and Surly, the joking stance gone. He looks between Gavriil and Maya, leaning a bit on his staff as he listens quietly.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He comes through the Bramble, eyes the area and all the people, finding Jez and moves over to him, handing him the thermos and a cup. "There, the perfect little host, even in the park."

Surly: *nods to Jez, with a tight, small smile* we'll talk it over after class. decide from there. *rises again, with a grunt* i need food, speaking of. and shit...*a heavy sigh* i have to do laundry tomorrow. *not a happy thing*

Gavriil Kazimir: *he laughs a bit* There's no need to get defensive, I've no reason to disbelieve you, you've nothing to prove to me. You do not walk with them..I shall take your word for such. *his tone rather cold seeming as if he's rather apathetic about the Reapers anyway*

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She listens to Gav and Maya silently, working her hand a bit over the board, trying force herself to lighten her grip on it.*

Ethan Anderson: "Trying to run an overflowing house, take care of my daughter and make sure Aerin doesn't work himself into the ground." He chuckles slightly. "I met Dante this morning. He left about an hour ago, his mate's not doing so good...He's...wierd."

Gavriil Kazimir: (*shares Gavriil's dark cloud with everyone*)

Jez [pb 2]: He laughs, taking the coffee from Nathan. "You're a class act, Nathaniel. It's my treat next time." He nods to Surly, then looks to Ethan. "Is something wrong with the babies?"

Surly: *eyes Nathaniel* i know you. *frowns, thinking* oh--the one with a spine. *smirks, then gives Aerin a tight grin* maybe someday you will. seriously--get some energy bars and carry 'em around for snacks. you can't kick ass effectively if you're burning up calories you just don't have.

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Yeah." He looks around.

Ethan Anderson: "N-no. I think its Nicoletta. I th-think its too much for her. We didn't talk too much. He m-makes me nervous."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He glances over to Surly, and nods.

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She nods at Nate when he looks her way but otherwise keeps her attention on the conversation about the Reapers.*

Surly: *babies? plural? augh!!!! grimaces* i'm gone. Jez, see you later. Aerin, eat so i can kick your ass with more difficutly. Kelsey, Maya. dont' die before we get to spar. you, Nathaniel, keep the spine. Ethan, keep the creatures well away from me, all right? *shudders*

Jez [pb 2]: "Dante?" He looks surprised. "He couldn't make a mouse nervous. But maybe he's upset if Nicoletta isn't doing well, that could be it."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He nods to all he knows.

Jez [pb 2]: "See you later, Surly."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He just...can't quite help but look to Gavriil. "And what's your take on the current situation with the Reapers, Gavriil? Do you think they should be allowed to perform their actions? Or do you oppose them?"

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~The lips spread into more of an amused smile~ I'm far from being defensive just yet. I am simply stating fact. Do I know any of them? Yes. As well as a Kin of my blood that's associated herself with the likes of them. Do I personally walk with them? No. And I have no interest in it.

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She nods at Surly.* Don't plan on it. See you.

Ethan Anderson: "I promise Surly. I won't let Tori Dream drool on you or anything," he calls, giggling slightly. He blinks at Jez and leans in, murmuring.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Bye, Surly." He looks over at Nathaniel, nodding, then looks back to Gavriil.

Surly: *flips Jez off as per the norm. and heads on out, trying to be more or less careful of her dress--it wasn't cheap. good thing she's not shy about hiking and rolling the skirt, and letting the petticoats take the brunt of the thornage*

Nathaniel Dikastis: Surly> "Stay cool."

Jez [pb 2]: Quietly back to Ethan, "He wasn't." An apologetic shrug.

Gavriil Kazimir: I've not crossed paths with any of them. I have little interest in their crusade either way. *he looks Maya over casually perhaps just seeing what she's made of* A kin of your blood...her ideals must mesh well with theirs. *he shrugs lightly*

Ethan Anderson: Ethan turns red and blinks. "Oh j-j-jeeze..."

Surly: *Ethan's comment gets a glare and a shudder. plus a wrinkled nose. ew. yuck. gross. crotch droppings.......she moves with a bit more speed away from the guy, as if it might stick to her somehow. like, she might wake up tomorrow with an infant growing out of her forehead or something*

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~her eyes go to Surly, hearing her name, then the comment and a bit of a chuckle ensues, just before falling quiet as Aerin speaks up~ ((*meeps* sorry.. got distracted with Futurama. ~L~))

Gavriil Kazimir: (last was an answer to Aerin and Maya if that wasn't clear)

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "That's not way I asked. Certainly, you have an opinon of their actions..."

Nyte: ((Open?))

Surly: ((*hugs all around* thanks, guys! *G* this was fun. *toddles off to collaspe adn try that "sleeping" thing. has heard it's nifty!*))

Maya Grimhild [PT]: I will not speak out either way of my opinion on the matter of one with my own brood with her actions.

Gavriil Kazimir: (word)

Jez [pb 2]: ((Ok with me *hugs*))

Ethan Anderson: He glances at Aerin and sighs. Not that he could blame the other for his dogged persual of the topic.

Dara: (does anyone mind another mebbe?)

Gavriil Kazimir: (G'night!)

Jez [pb 2]: ((*Hugs Surly-P* Night!))

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ((That last "with" should be an "and"))

Nathaniel Dikastis: (night)

Gavriil Kazimir: (ugh, anyone but Dara! ((is that joke old yet?)) )

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ((Ni ni Bluekit! ~LIIIIIIIIIIIIX~ Jump on in here guys ~G~))

Dara: (*baps kf*moldy)

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ((~Kicks Knife~))

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She drops the board down near a tree and leans against that same tree. Quiet. Listening. Observing.*

Jez [pb 2]: He frowns a little.

Ntwadumela: Mel wanders his way through, his footfalls loud and heavy, purposefully so. For once he's dressed for the weather. Green shorts and short sleave T, showing off the edges of the scars that run to his elbows and knees.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Sure, but I'm going to call for closed scene after this. It's a bit big as it is.))

Nathaniel Dikastis: He pours coffee.

Ethan Anderson: Ethan glances curiously at Nate and then towards Gavriil.

Jez [pb 2]: He says something softly to Ethan, and then to Nathaniel.

Gavriil Kazimir: *he looks from Maya back to Aerin* They claim to seek the true path...but they tilt things even further out of balance. *he shrugs lightly* I am not sure what criteria they hold half-bloods too. The War cannot be won with breeding that much is clear. *although the Fang is of the opinion the War is long since lost, he keeps that little gem to himself*

Jez [pb 2]: He sips his coffee, his eyes falling to Gavriil. A faint nod.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He pats Jez on the back.

Ethan Anderson: He bites his lips and squeezes Jez's hand. "The way I figure. Prolly me and Da..>Dante too."

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *Gavriil's words bring a faint not, her eyes move over to Mel as he thumps in and she nods at him as well.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He nods to Mel.

Jez [pb 2]: He smiles warmly at Mel and waves.

Ntwadumela: Mel grins and waves at the people he knows... which is... Everybody but Maya. He's only seen her around. Heck, she gets a grin and wave too, though he makes his way over toward Jez and Nate.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He nods a little bit to Gavriil. "So, in English, you oppose them."

Dara: *rubbing at her eyes, she wanders in slowly, huuuge cup of to go coffee in her free hand, looking quite beat, wearing jnco huge legged jeans and a dark mesh hoodie with straps across it in places*

Jez [pb 2]: He smiles a little sadly at what Ethan says and squeezes back. "If you need me." A nod.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~Her eyes drift over to Mel, and she nods a greeting, though remaining quiet for now~

Ethan Anderson: "I k-know," he says, nodding and drifting back to Aerin's side.

Jez [pb 2]: A smile and nod to Dara.

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She lifts a hand to wave back to Mel, but doesn't quite make it to a smile. Tense, quiet, leaning against a tree with her board resting on the ground under her.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He nods to Dara.

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *And she nods at Dara as well.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Per+Alert: 6,10,10,9,5,7,

Gavriil Kazimir: *he shakes his head* I do not oppose them. I merely disagree with their methods. If they court the Wyrm as some have claimed...then I would answer the call to battle against them. Such claims are...unproven, and such my place is simply to observe. *his Tribal Elders having not spoken out so to make such declarations in one direction or the other is not the place of a Cliath..at least a Silver Fang Cliath anyway*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Of course. Why? It was an inconsequential roll.)) He's not so intent on the Fang that he doesn't notice Dara and Mel. He smiles a little to them, then looks back to Gavriil.

Ethan Anderson: "S-so...What would you do," Ethan asks, eyes narrowing at Gavriil. "Because as f-f-far as I can see if you don't oppose them then you might as well stand beside th-th...them."

Dara: *yawning between sips, she blinks slowly and nods with a slow lazy grin to nate and jez and kelsey, and ethan and aerin and gavril and maya and mel....pretty much everybody, both hands eventualy curled around the cup like its sacred as she takes sips from it*

Gavriil Kazimir: *he ignores Ethan, no man speaking with such a lack of confidence could possibly be true-blooded*

Ntwadumela: Mel flops down next to Nate and Jez and whomever else is in that vicinity. "I'm with him. Stradling a fence only makes you sore."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He scowls at Gavriil's answer. "As I fucking figured. Take a stand, Gavriil. Either oppose them or support them...either way, show some backbone. Because you can't play the field here. This is going to tear the Sept apart, because everyone's hiding behind the fact that their specific Elders haven't acted. If you disagree with their methods, you should have the courage to oppose them. Motive and means are not seperable when they're fucking raping people."

Ethan Anderson: The petite man sucks in a breath as Gavriil ignores him, blue eyes narrowing.

Jez [pb 2]: "To stand aside," he says quietly in a voice of firm conviction, "and do nothing while Kinfolk are slaughtered for not corruption or falling to the Wyrm, but because they have a certain way of life that does not appeal...it seems to me it is the end of us all. Homosexuals and lesbians are the targets now. Who will be the next? A different color skin? A different race? Who are THEY to tell us what OUR duty is? My duty is not just to fuck and breed. My duty goes far beyond that, and my time to father children will come when I am no longer an 18 year old kid who is not yet settled in life."

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~Her gaze goes over to Ethan with a frown, though not necessarily at the man, but a memory of a conversation flickering through her mind. She notes Dara with a nod, and a tilt of her head, offering the girl a spot of grass next to her if she so chooses~

Nathaniel Dikastis: "You might as well shut up, Jez," He says quietly. "Have some coffee."

Ntwadumela: "Based on the look I got last night, I'd say the skin color issue is fixing to come up."

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *Her eyes narrow at Gavriil when he both speaks and then ignores Ethan. Something tells her she and Aerin are both going to wind up with some new bruises tonight.*

Ethan Anderson: "Apathy is a t-tool of the Wyrm," Ethan murmurs, fingers catching at Aerin's pantleg for lack of anywhere else to cling.

Gavriil Kazimir: Silence Half-blood. *he says to Jez without looking at the man. He stands slowly and eyes Aerin his gaze not one that could be construed as challenging though* Would you speak such words to said Elders Aerin-rhya? When those of my blood command me to act, I shall.

Jez [pb 2]: "They chose a target that not all will rise to defend. They are laying the groundwork for more to come. They ALONE are deciding who falls and who doesn't. They rape and murder those who cannot possibly fight back against such beasts. They are abusing the gifts that Gaia gave them and making a mockery of Her. I may very well die by their hands, but I'll go down fighting to the last fucking breath." His voice steady and calm, burning with conviction.

Jez [pb 2]: ((said before Gavriil said that...I didn't want to post it all in one breath is all.))

Ethan Anderson: "Who the hell are you to t-tell him to be quiet," Ethan asks, pale blond brow arching at Gavriil. "We might be kin but we are NOT less then you."

Jez [pb 2]: He does silence, but his look is far away for the moment as he sips at his coffee. Thoughts whirring in his brain.

Ntwadumela: Mel covers his eyes at Ethan's statement, no.. not so bright a thing to say in Mel's eyes.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He looks over at Ethan, and makes a little noise, pours more coffee and the normally outspoken kinfolk simply sits down and lies back on the ground on one elbow to drink it.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~Her eyes settle on the heating debate

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "You're damn right, I will." He rises up, back straightening. "And I haven't heard the term 'half-blood' around here in a while. It's derisive and insulting, and already is showing the influence the Reapers are having, even on one of such supposed noble blood as you. Show these kin some fucking respect. Respect All Beneath Ye, Philodox."

Dara: *gavril gets a blinking look when he speaks to jez like that, trying to fight another yawn, she looks to maya and grins*

Gavriil Kazimir: Think again. *he says to Ethan although he doesn't even glance towards the man*

Jez [pb 2]: "Ethan," he says quietly, shaking his head firmly.

Jez [pb 2]: ((DLP))

Gavriil Kazimir: It is neither, it is simply the stating of fact. I will refrain from using it in your prescence if you are so offended Aerin-rhya.

Kelsey Horn (PB3): Such hubris Gavriil. You would not exist if it were not for Kin.

Ethan Anderson: "Don't, Jez," he says softly, shaking his head in disgust, pushing a hand through his hair and ripping out the tie so that the shining mass of it spills free around face and shoulders.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He pours all the cups full of coffee, lining them up in a row. "Come on, everyone has some coffee." He does seem a bit odd tonight, but with him it's hard to tell. "So sorry I didn't have time to bake some cookies as well."

Nathaniel Dikastis: (has=have)

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "You will refrain from using it in reference to those associated with my pack at all times, whether I'm here or not. And don't tell me 'Silence, half-blood' isn't meant in a derisive way. 'Kinfolk' or their name is sufficient. His is Ethan." He looks to Jez and Nathaniel, the implication clear--they have to have such arrangements made for themselves.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She tilts her head at each of them getting even more heated at Gavriil's chosen words, a minor look of confusion crossing her eyes, if only for the most fleeting of moments. Then she seems about to say something, but again, simply falls quiet, letting the truebloods half their chit chat. She looks back to Dara and gives her a polite smile~

Ntwadumela: Mel looks between Aerin and Gavril. "If this is what it's like when two of you mostly agree, how much energy is being diverted from defense to such squables with those that disagree?"

Dara: *sighing deeply ,she yawns again and shakes her head, sipping more at her cup as she just oddly plops right where shes standing, rubbing her eyes again*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He just mets Aerin's eyes, not about to ask anyone to say shit for him clearly in his eyes. Either that, or for soem reason he simply doesn't seem to give a damn.

Ethan Anderson: He looks proud when Aerin defends him but still so angry, blue eyes narrowed beneath his hair.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "And further, Gavriil...what will you do when they've run out of kinfolk and Fullbloods to kill and rape, and move on to those of darker skin, or perhaps the other Changing Breeds who dared show their face in the Sept? Will you still be so apathetic?"

Gavriil Kazimir: I do not carry a scythe Aerin-rhya. Seek not to make conflict where there is none. *he speaks in a mostly cold tone, his air of arrogance mostly surpressed in favor of being respectful* Which is more damaging to kinfolk? Speaking harshly to them, or disembowling them with a clawed hand? I am not your enemy, nor am I you ally against these Reapers. When Gavin-rhya issues a declaration in one direction or another I will act.

Dara: *aerins words get a few blinks then a soft sigh, rubbing at her head before taking a good long gulp from the cup*

Ethan Anderson: "Its not about what's damaging to us, Rhya," Ethan says, fighting the nervous stutter. "Its about how damaging it is for the Garou when they loose their legs. Because without us, you have nothing."

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She sighs, pushing to her feet, tilting her head to Aerin respectfully~ Excuse me Dream-Rhya. ~And she turns, moving away from the conversation~

Nathaniel Dikastis: He mutters to Mel. "Ya know, the old Sept doesn't look so bad anymore. At least there if any strangers, Garou or not came into their territory and started killing and raping they would simply go after them and chase their ass off. Actually seen it once. Here they'll just try to talk their asses to death. I'm thinkin' about a little vacation back home, see the old man."

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She pushes off the tree, standing with Aerin and Ethan again, though holding her tongue.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He snorts. "If you're not opposing them, you're merely passively supporting them. By standing by, you're saying it's okay that they do this." He looks over to Maya and nods to her, seeming to have no quarrel with her at this point.

Jez [pb 2]: He listens, he watches, but at this time he says nothing else. Katana, Craven, and Lucien wouldn't want him to speaking back to a True Born who told him to silence, and he doesn't seem happy, but he's silent.

Gavriil Kazimir: What if they're right? What if these kinfolk were sick? Do not suffer thy people to tend to their sickness. *he says quietly* All coins have two sides. Prove that these Reapers are of the Wyrm, that their actions are more than simply distasteful. Prove that the kin they culled were of true value to the nation. Not as breeders but as anything. Companion, confidant, ally, investigator. You confront me with accusations of simply standing by, but you have not the information to draw me to your side. And so I wait.

Ntwadumela: Mel nods to Nate, looking back at Gav and shaking his head sadly.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She moves further on out, and settles back down in another patch of grass, stretching an arm up behind her head as she lays back down~

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Rage: 4,5,9,3,

Ethan Anderson: Ethan's jaw clenches tightly at Gavriil's words and his small hands curl into fists. "I am not sick...They were not sick..."

Dara: heya....jez....*waving him over to where shes unceremoniously plopped on the ground, giving a frown to the cup in her hands when she takes the next sip and its empty*

Kelsey Horn (PB3): The one who was raped was a companion to a trueblood.

Jez [pb 2]: He stands up, his eyes cold on Gavriil. "One Kin they didn't cull, Gavriil-rhya. They *raped* her. Defend THAT if you can." He stiffly walks out of the Sept, all respect for the Fang gone.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: His body posture lowers, and his lip curls, a low growl coming forth. Warning. "Their actions are dispicable, Silver Fang. All kin are of value to the Nation. And to say otherwise is disturbing in the fucking extreme. You want to know their names, Gavriil? You want to know who they are? I'll shove the story of their lives straight down your fucking THROAT."

Jez [pb 2]: He shakes his head to Dara in apology, but he HAS to get out of there, the anger seizing him hard and fast until all he wants to do is kill.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~Raised voices..... she frowns, sitting up once more, eyes going back to the debate~

Nathaniel Dikastis: He watches the show, watches Jez leave, then looks again to Mel, "Wanna head back there with me a few days, or weeks, or months?"

Ethan Anderson: Shaking, Ethan catches at Aerin's hand and moves to put his small body between the man and Gavriil, free hand rising to rest on the thin Garou's chest. "Aerin...Lets go home."

Ntwadumela: Mel glances at Dara, then back to Nate. "Only if she gets to come with, though your old man always had a thing for encouraging birdies to hang around."

Gavriil Kazimir: I do not defend their actions. I simply pose...a what if. I seek balance, not conflict. *he shrugs lightly. He does not buckle in the face of Aerin's rising anger he's confident in his stance on the issue* I care not who has been removed from this world, only why. Prove that the Reapers are of the Wyrm. Prove that they hold such dark ideals so close to their hearts that they will be consumed by them. You are not my Alpha Aerin-rhya. I act as the Alpha of the Silver Fangs commands, not upon the orders of an Emissary to the Sept blinded by anger.

Dara: *sighing deeply, she just blinks alot more and stands with an odd look on her face, crumpling up the cup to toss into the garbage as she nears one*

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Yeah, I remember my first good tanning was for throwing rocks at one, but then she shouldn't have been spying on me kissin' Sayia. I think now is the perfect time to blow this town, before I become known truthfully as the host with the apron for all their little talks and sessions."

Maya Grimhild [PT]: Dara. ~She calls, though not quite loud enough to interrupt the debate from her spot well out of the way of i~

Kelsey Horn (PB3): It is you who are blind Gavriil. *She growls, then looks at Aerin.* He claims to seek balance but thus far all I've seen of him is an attempt to provoke anger. Let's leave.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He doesn't even seem to recognize that Ethan is in front of him at first, his eyes locked hatefully on Gavriil. Absolutely livid...almost but not quite shaking with anger. "That you don't care is revolting, Kazimir. You're a disgrace to your Tribe...but at this point, with everything I've seen and heard, I shouldn't be shocked. Burn in Erebus, you piece of shit." Only then does he nod slightly in response to Ethan, and starts backing off.

Ethan Anderson: "C'mon. Before Merc has to try and change Tori's diaper or something," he coaxes gently. "C'mon baby..."

Gavriil Kazimir: I did not light the fire, it is the rest of you stoking the flames, I merely asked the Fenrir woman a question. *spoken to Kelsey but he barely looks in her direction*

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She turns and snatches up her board. Then waits for Aerin and Ethan, to head off with them.*

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She snorts and rolls her eyes at Gavriil but offers no other reply.*

Gavriil Kazimir: I follow the actions of the Alpha of my tribe. *he speaks with another shrug* Take up such concerns with him, I am but a Cliath.

Dara: *she holds a finger up to maya(one moment) before toddling off through the bramble, rubbing at her eyes again(gone to turtle fountain room)*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He pokes Mel. "Come on, the show's over. I don't have any popcorn anyway. I'm headed out, wanna come?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Yeah, and I'm sure he'd love the respect you seem to show for kin. ANY of them, including those of your Tribe." He throws out another low growl, then whirls to stalk away.

Ethan Anderson: Sighing, Ethan flicks a disgusted glance at Gavriil then hurries to keep up with Aerin. Man's got damn long legs.

Ntwadumela: Mel watches Dara leave and nods to Nate. "Yeah, figure they need some girl talk anyway."

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She lays back down, head propping once more~

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Gone to Bethesda))

BETHESDA FOUNTAIN

Jez: There is an icy cold rage burning through his guts, his face contorted into an expression few would recognize as the warm-seeming Kin. If he had a target, he would wreak absolute violence on them.

Jez: He walks out of the Bramble, mind filled with hate and violence.

Jez: He is shaking, but not with fear, and he paces back and forth to work off this horrible feeling, his mind almost blinding him with his rage.

Jez: Thoughts of killing, maiming, destroying race through his overwhelmed mind, but he has no target to vent upon, and so he paces madly.

Dara: hey.......jez.....jes wait..I need ta ask ya somethin quick....*sighing, rubbing at her eyes again trying to keep up*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((You guys mind an extra or two?))

Jez: He turns with a snarl, it taking a moment to register that it's Dara. She has never seen him like this before, his eyes deadly cold, anger etched in every part of his face, his fist clenched.

Jez: ((I don't *S*))

Kelsey Horn (PB3): ((Or three?))

Dara: (dont mind either)

AK: ((Ethan will follow but he's quiet and sullen. I gotta go.))

Dara: ya wanna help, get me a camera....easily hidden, that can keep watch on a certain place Im peepin....Im.......dead fucking fuck fuckin tired*she is wavering slightly where she stands*aint slept in a few days......please?

Jez: He has to gather himself together, process what she says, and respond. It does take a moment. "Yes. I know a surveillence shop."

Dara: please....please please please help me out with that? yknow Id be eternally grateful an would pay ya back an....*blinking, rubbing her eyes, fighting a yawn* an stuff

Jez: "You'll have it tomorrow," he says in a low voice.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He stalks out of the Brambles, a white-knuckled grip on his staff. He's trying to mutter, but it's far too loud to be actual muttering. "Fucking waste of flesh, blood and spirit. One of these Goddess-damned days, I'm going to take that stick, yank it out of his ass, and shove the shit-covered end straight down his THROAT and choke him with it!"

Dara: *she nods and lets out a sigh, eyes half closing as she murmurs thank you to him*

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She walks with Aerin, keeping her strides long to keep up with him. She says nothing as Aerin rants, knowing that she'll either not help or make it worse.*

Jez: His cold anger has not faded away yet, but he is more in control.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks up ahead, noting Dara and Jez, and he takes a deep breath, forcing himself a bit calmer...at least outwardly. Inside, he's still churning with rage. He walks toward them, trying to offer them brief smiles, and holds an arm out to each of them for hugs. "Nothing like conflict to bring friends closer together?"

Dara: *blinking slowly, she looks to aerin and nods, rubbing at her eyes and fighting another yawn* yyyyep....*leaning slightly into that arm, her own around him for a brief squeeze*

Jez: "I'm alright, Aerin," he says, though his voice doesn't sound quite like himself. He shakes his head, pushing it away, and then steps into the hug with a sigh.

Jez -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: A slight nuzzle as well, another softer sigh, as he relaxes then.

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She walks over, remaining quiet. The tension and rage still there, obvious in the grip on her board again. She watches as Aerin hugs the others.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "No, you're not, Jez. And neither am I." He smiles faintly. "But we will be. We're stronger then them, guys, and we're damn well going to prove it." He squeezes his arms around them, and then steps back.

Jez: He parts reluctantly. "I'm not hiding and I'm not running," he says quietly.

Dara: need to um.....need to...head back...just left long enough for coffee...*blink, blinkblink, looking about oddly* wheres mel?

Ntwadumela: Mel comes walking out, looking very strange... sad might be the word for it. Not a face often seen on him.

Kelsey Horn (PB3): And you damned well shouldn't have to. *She growls softly.* Not from our own.

Nathaniel Dikastis: (Unless there are too many, and then I'll take it to ICQ I guess) He comes out just in front of Mel, still acting a bit odd for those that know him.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Don't hide, and don't run," he says with a shake of his head. "But for the Goddess's sake, Jez, please don't tempt fate. I gave a promise to Dante that you'd be okay. It's a promise I mean to keep...and not just because I promised it." He reaches out and runs his hand over the Lord kin's hair, smiling a little.

Jez: He smiles to Aerin, not pulling away from him, instead leaning closer. "I'm stronger than he believes, Aerin. I'm strong inside. I may feel fear, but they will *not* make me cower."

Dara: *'fuck' said softly under her breath, starting to look worried, that soft clicking inside her mouth starts, blinking her bleary tired eyes alot as she wobbles slightly turning back towards where the brambles are*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He looks from Mel to Dara. "If I'm in the third wheel, just say so, and I'll split."

Ntwadumela: Mel slows down when Dara starts heading back the way they came.

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She frowns over at Dara.* You're going to fall over...

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((You're fine in my book, Dusty. :) )) "I have no doubt of your inner strength, hon." He smiles a bit. "But inner strength only goes so far against a swastika-inlaid steel-toed boot. Just be careful...please?"

Ntwadumela: Mel holds his arm out to Dara. "C'mon, at least get a nap in."

Jez: Aerin: "I've got some good people in my corner. I'll be alright." He looks to Mel and Nathaniel. "I'm going to head home. I promised someone I would be there when he got there. You'll be alright?" Especially looking at Nathan.

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She raises a brow at Nate. He's a lot more...submissive than she remembers.*

Jez -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ~Jez is perhaps seeming a little more...not exactly clinging, or vulnerable...but he was responding to Aerin more comfortably than usual. Some might say flirtatious, certainly Ethan would have if he had noticed.~

Ntwadumela: Nate: "Safety in numbers, man. Even if our scrawny trio won't manage much." Jez: "We'll be fine. Think the bikes can manage to out maneuver 'em if nothing else."

Dara: (fine with me too*hugs*) cant 'ford t'fall over...gotta get back to watching....aint no one else to....*almost running into mel, she squeaks when she hears his voice, hugging tightly to him*dont split nate....please...jes tired....wont be long* but ooooh mel is comfy and warm and her eyes start to drift closed* need more coffee

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks over at Nate, brow furrowing just a bit, and then glances back to Jez. "All right. Goddess's Grace, Jez...be safe." He smiles, nodding to Jez. "If the heat gets too much, you know you can come up to our place."

Jez: "Good night, everyone. My car's not parked far, I'll be fine, too."

Dara: *somethings mumbled bout not scrawny and pecking some fuckers eyes out....least it sounds like that*

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She frowns.* You can't go without sleep indefinitely.

Jez: Aerin: He smiles ruefully. "Thank you, but I have Eddie, Liam, and the kids to look after, too. They're right next door and just as vulnerable. I can't abandon them."

Kelsey Horn (PB3): Night Jez. Again, good to meet you.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks over to Dara, frowning in concern. "Dara...no." He shakes his head. "Hon...don't wear yourself out, please."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He waves at Jez.

Ntwadumela: Mel picks Dara up off her feet. Skinny guy is stronger than he looks, or she's lighter than she looks. Or both.

Jez: He smiles to Kesley. "You too, Ms. Horn. I'm sorry about my knee jerk reaction when we met. It was uncalled for."

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She shakes her head* You can hardly be blamed given current events.

Dara: need..t'watch...aint no one else....*yawning deeply, shes fighting a losing battle curled up in mels arms when he picks her up*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He nods a little bit to Jez at his point about Eddie and Liam, before looking to Dara and Mel.

Ntwadumela: "They stayed not watched this long. If they need it that bad, others will find a way to pitch in."

Dara: nate...*motioning her hand at him....or for him to come closer.....one of teh two*

Kelsey Horn (PB3): What are you watching?

Jez: He laughs. "Well, as soon as I saw you were with this guy," reaching out and patting Aerin's arm, "all was well."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He walks over to Dara when called.

Dara: *when nate gets close enough she puts an arm around him, bringing him closer and murmuring to him*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Dara...you don't need to watch this closely. Let yourself sleep...you're no good to anyone in this condition." Pot, your name is Aerin, and you're black as night, too.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He blinks, and leans towards Dara.

Jez: He doesn't leave quite yet, though he said he was going to.

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She nods at Jez, then goes back at watching Dara, Nate and Mel.*

Ntwadumela: Mel adjusts his shoulders a little, glad Dara is so light, and that he's bulked up some in recent years.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He suddenly puts an arm around Dara, muttering, "It's okay, hun. Mel is a friend 'n so are you." He looks at Mel. "Ya need to get her home, get her some rest, even if ya gotta knock her in the head."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks back at Jez at the pat to his arm and chuckles a little bit. "Wow...someone thinks I'm a good influence on someone? That's a first..."

Jez: Aerin: "Oh, I didn't say that," he says slyly with a devilishly arched eyebrow. "Who would want to be a good influence?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He laughs a bit at that, the anger finally fading away fully. "Not me. Good influences are boring. Fuck Cyclops...give me Gambit any day." Oh, Goddess. His geek roots are showing. Someone, get the coolness dye!

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *She sorta smirks at Jez's comment then just blinks at Aerin. Huh?*

Jez: He laughs so hard he's almost giggling, smacking his face in his palm. "No X-Men references! Bad! No!"

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *Oh, hrm. Well, at least Aerin's calm. She looks at Mel, Dara and Nate again, then at Aerin and Ethan and Jez. After a moment, she shakes her head.* I'm gonna head home. I'll see you later, huh?

Jez: Of course, he just revealed he knew what Aerin was talking about....Jez's secret fascination with comics and graphic novels showing. Oops.

Jez: Kelsey: "Good night."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Why not?" He grins, nudging Jez a little bit. "C'mon...the trench coat, the staff...give me a deck of explosive cards and the two-fingered gloves, and you've got Remy LeBeau incarnate."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He nods to Kelsey and smiles. "See you later, Kels. We'll be home soon."

Jez: Aerin: He grins. "That Bo staff was just something else." He displays a brief kickboxing move similar to Gambit's trademark moves, and he does it decently (having been trained in combat basics).

Kelsey Horn (PB3): Probably beat me there. *She waves, heads for the sidewalk, drops the board and takes off on it. No tricks, just riding it. Faster than walking.*

Jez: Aerin: And looks at him thoughtfully, even slyly. "Now I know the inspiration behind your, eh..." He waves a hand up and down to indicate Aerin's form. "Style?"

Dara -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: (we know what aerins getting as a just because present soon*EG* actually used to have the platinum foil covers of the gambit miniseries)

Kelsey Horn (PB3): *And she waves at everyone as she heads off.*

Jez: ((Night! *hugs*))

Kelsey Horn (PB3): ((ninight...gotta go get Freemage and we're supposed to be somewhere in less than 6 hours. *L*))

Nathaniel Dikastis: (Nyte got bumped when his comp reset, just so anyone knows)

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He shrugs a bit. "Yeah, I guess maybe subconsciously. Actually, the staff was a gift from my mentor." He looks over at it fondly, at the carvings there. "It's got my life story down here...each carving's something different. She said, 'When you reach the end, you'll know you're life is complete.'" He smiles a bit, looking over the bottom half left to go. "Got a lot left to do, obviously."

Ntwadumela: ((Bleah))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Dara: ((Nice. *G* I actually used to, as well. Gambit RULES!))

Dara: (*offers cushioning for le booted but**G*)

Jez: ((*snugs Nyte*))

Jez: He smiles, stepping near to look over the carvings with genuine interest. He doesn't know much about non-Lords, so he looks over the carvings to get a glimpse.

Ntwadumela: Mel gives Dara a little kiss on the forehead, whispering in her ear.

Dara: *something about the whisper has her eyes blink open, perking up slightly*where?

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Jez: The carvings are many and varied, starting at the very top and making their way down. They aren't incredibly artistic, and some of them just make no sense. No more then an inch wide, they range from popularly known occult symbols to more traditional ones...a house here, a skull there, a set of what looks like pointed teeth. Some of them are simple combinations of slashes, dots, gouges and circles, incoherant except perhaps to Aerin. Some are leatters of the alhpabet, or Japanese kanji. And some still are Garou symbols, though those are sparing and few.

Ntwadumela: "When we get home, after your nap. but for right now, you could stand to be a little less of a handful. Or maybe just a handful."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He hangs around.

Jez: He smiles, straightening up. He looks to the sky with a faint frown. "I didn't realize it was so late. Can I give you a lift, Aerin?" Knowing the other three are heading off together, and his car is only a two-seater.

Dara: *chewing her lip, pouting when 'after the nap' is slid in there, she siiiighs, then slips from his arms quick...dashing off to climb up a tree*

Dara(corvid): *aaaand soon enough after, feathery delicate black form wings towards mel and the others*

Ntwadumela: Mel pulls his shirt off and makes it into a little 'nest' in the crook of his arm while she changes, showing off the scars.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He smiles gratefully to Jez. "Are you sure? It's a ways out of your way...we're almost two hours north. We can always take a cab..."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He smiles abit at Dara, then looks at Mel. "Think I'll check on the cost of plane tickets, but would love to show my bike off. Might just drive."

Jez: "Yeah," he snorts, "take a cab and end up having to rob a bank to pay for it. I've got a full tank of gas. Besides, then I don't have to walk to my car alone. I'm safe in the park, but it doesn't hurt to be cautious."

Ntwadumela: Nate: "That's a long ass drive. But a couple days on the road might do some good."

Dara(corvid): *settling in the nest once she flutters down, looking to nate with a flutter of her wings and tilt of her head*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: At mention of being safe, Aerin nods without hesitation. "Fair enough. Thank you, truly."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He looks over at the others, and then nods, "Yeah, a few days on the road would be good."

Jez: "I think I have the Cure in the stereo, but I'll switch it off." He laughs. "I had Sisters of Mercy but was getting really tired of it." He smiles warmly to the others. "Goodnight. Be safe."

Ntwadumela: "You too Jez.. ohh.. where'd ya get this? Need a 'sister' for it." Waving the ring Dara had gotten from him.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He waves to Jez, "Ya'll be careful. Night."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Turn off the Cure? Are you insane?" He grins and reaches out to hug Jez once more, looking to the other three. "See you guys later. Goddess's Grace, guys...and be safe."

Jez: He blinks at Mel. Faint smirk. "It was given to me by Liam. No idea where he got it."

Dara(corvid): *she makes a soft warbly cawing noise and curls closer into the 'nest', blinking at mel before looking to jez and the others*

Ntwadumela: "I'm gonna have to track this through a hundred barters...."

Jez: He laughs, returning the hug and feeling much less like killing someone. Still, a few poisonous scorpions and spiders might have to be ordered, just for a certain Silver Fang. "Yeah, it's the Standing on the Beach album, I'm rather fond of it."

Ntwadumela: "Walk safely Aerin, Jez."

Jez: He waves to the others, heading off.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Awesome. We're cueing up the Forest. Just FYI." He grins and moves away from Jez, slipping his arm around Ethan's waist and heading out with Jez.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He looks at Mel and the raven, Dara, and smiles. "Well, guess I'll tottle off too then. Ya'll be careful. Mel, I'll give you a ring before I take off."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((*Hugs all around and goes to collapse* Thanks for the scene, guys!))