Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: Well then *he says before glancing back to Michelle quickly* Can you tell me fully of what you saw there? If...you're not comfortable speaking here we can move further into the park.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She looks to Malcolm, a blink. "If you feel that here is secure enough to speak on such things, then I assure you I can speak of it."

Michelle (Rauko): *she nods again to Morgane, seeming to take a breath before murmuring* I'mgladheisfine *not having seen Malcolm peer towards her, as she is still staring down*

Morgane Kristanovitch: "As am I. Bringing back any other news of the contrary to other's, would not have been a pleasant thing to do." she says to Michelle. "Did you ever retrieve or find your dagger?"

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: Things are safe here, I only offered in case you were uncomfortable with our surroundings, some others prefer to be deeper in the bawn before discussing sensitive issues. I myself favor simply paying attention to whom you're around. We're all friends here.

Michelle (Rauko): *shakes her head lightly to Morgane*

Dara(corvid): *fluttering lower still, she sees the familiar face of Michelle even if her eyes are downwards and finds a place nearby to land, perching on the edge of a garbage can*

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *casts a sideways glance at the raven...curious...a bird like that out at night. He'll keep an eye on the bird for a short while*

Michelle (Rauko): *she is still very still a few steps off from Malcolm and Morgane, staring down*

Morgane Kristanovitch: A nod of her head to Malcolm. "Of course, I can understand the perfectly enough." she straightens her shoulders slightly and gives him her full attention. There was a young girl, from what I caught of the conversation as I approached, she was taunting, Miss Livvie, Miss Kaeleigh, and Mel. Mr. Thomas, and Miss Michelle here were approaching as I was, although for opposite directions. As the girl got close to an area of trees we heard, or I did a grown and the yellow eyes of the Spiral. Mr. Thomas directed some of them to leave as he advanced on it. When the other's fled, Mel and I continues to stay, my first thought was if need be to get the girl for questioning. Mr. Thomas quickly shifted, and they attacked one another. I attempted to knock the girl out, but undoubtedly my attempt failed. When Mel attempted to attack the girl with a dagger, he was attacked by the spiral. My attacks on the Spiral did not do any damage, Mr.. Thomas did do some damage to it, but it soon fled the scene. We got both Mr. Thomas and Mel cleaned and then Mr. Thomas helped to fix Mel. Mr. Thomas then escorted us all home after we bandaged him up."

Dara(corvid): *oooooo info on what happened and both this lady and Michelle were there.....she hops off the garbage can and flutters closer to them, a few feet away now*

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he nods* I understand that you are a courageous woman Miss Morgane...but...do not let that rule caution out of your mind. It was noble of you to assist Aerin in his battle...but from what I understand Mel was almost killed. I do not want to seem as if I am brow beating you..I respect what you did standing your ground..but I also see you as somewhat lucky to not have been damaged yourself.

Michelle (Rauko): *moves faintly, just enough to let part of her hair fall over the side of her face, staying again quietly, probably listening*

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he glances towards the raven again. Perhaps this is the bird who had been seeking out information from the Guardians. A true Corax...he's never met one before*

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((Sorry Morgane would have answered right away to something but hold on I will BRB))

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: (otay)

Michelle (Rauko): ((oki))

Dara(corvid): *closer now, she looks up at those talking there, head tilting this way and that as she looks Morgane first then Malcolm up and down with bead black eyes, making soft little noises as she does, listening intently. when Malcolm looks back at her she hops closer towards him curiously*

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he eyes the raven for a long moment before it starts hopping in his direction. He crouches down as it draws closer* Are you Dara? *he asks the bird...perhaps this would seem strange but luckily the Flock has to work tomorrow..and only true psychos would ever come to the park this late anyway*

Dara(corvid): *tilting head this way and that again looking at him, she bobs her head once....twice...like she's nodding to him in answer*

Morgane Kristanovitch: She continues to stand proud as she did with Lucien the night before. "Of course." she says. Face neutral. She sees him looking off to something and she keeps her mouth shut on saying anything else.

Michelle (Rauko): *moves faintly again peering as Malcolm calls the bird's name, but is a faint gesture, and she stares back down, he asked her not to go, so she is staying, right where she stopped, staring down*

Morgane Kristanovitch: A raise of her eyebrow when Malcolm calls the bird Dara, she also looks over in that direction.

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he ponders the chances of a raven first being out at night and then the chances that one would nod in affirmation of a question. Probably a better chance of getting hit by lightning...twice* Ah..well met. *he's unsure of the proper etiquette in regards to a Raven shifter so he doesn't do anything bizarre like offer her a finger to perch on*

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he stands slowly and looks back to Morgane* You seem to have more to say..do you?

Dara(corvid): *that answered and done, she hops closer to Michelle, making soft noises towards her, tilting her head to peer upwards at her(still listening...of course)*

Michelle (Rauko): *Finally drags in a breath, trying to speak slowly, her voice coming out a more low then even her usual, like if without breath* MayI... retireRhya?

Morgane Kristanovitch: She looks to Malcolm. "Our views on the importance of kin is different. There are many of us, and few of you. If Mr. Thomas had fallen in battle it would have meant a greater detriment to is in the long run. If I had fallen on the field, then there would have been 10 other's to take my place. The other fled the scene, for one reason or another, none of them thought of going after the child while Mr. Thomas was fighting. Or to aid him if need be, because as I said his death would have meant a greater detriment to us as a whole."

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he looks back to Michelle* I assume that Jameel walked Caroline home...*he frowns a bit...foolish Bone Gnawer* If you wait a bit..I will escort you home myself..is that acceptable?

Michelle (Rauko): *she seems to fidget very faintly, but nods to Malcolm without looking up*yesRhya

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he looks back to Morgane and is quiet for a long moment* Did you truly feel that Aerin was overmatched by the Dancer? Do you truly feel that your life is worth less than another's? *he finds that curious even for a kinfolk* To believe one's self is expendable...that...is a most disturbing thought.

Morgane Kristanovitch: "I felt that Mr. Thomas could hold his own in the fight, my objective as I said before was getting the girl, bringing her in, as she has been if I am correct the source of the handing out of the food and such. It was only when we were going after the child that the spiral turned his attention to us." a tilts of her head. "I know my worth, and I have no illusions to anything different."

Ravyn: ((Mr. Thomas would never admit it, but were he were here and inclined to avoid his pride, he'd say Morgane was full of shit about his ability to hold his own. *G*))

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: Well..I'm sure that she has more functions than simply handing out the tainted food. Black Spirals are nothing if not cunning and devious...certainly even the child is more than she seems. *he pauses for a moment* Tell me..what would you have done had you manage to capture this child? *his tone is simply inquisitive*

Michelle (Rauko): ((*hugles Ravyn*))

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((*Raspberries* Garou VS Garou more evenly matched than a Garou vs. Kin situation so neah))

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: (Sweet! Random ST comment drop in! I thought I was the only one!)

Michelle (Rauko): ((be back. Michelle stays in place quiet and staring down))

Dara(corvid): *hopping about amongst them for a little longer as she listens, she eventually flutters off amongst some nearby trees*

Morgane Kristanovitch: "I would have managed, if Mr. Thomas did not take control of the girl, to get her brought into custody so that she could be questioned, and anything further information that could have been gleamed from her before her destruction if she could not be saved, to aid us in our fight."

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: (Gunther could take him... *snickers* open scene?)

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: (yep it's open)

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: How would you extract information from a child? *again simply curious, Morgane is outspoken, he's curious to what ideas she has*

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: Andy stands five feet eleven inches from the ground, untamed black hair falling just over his dark tired eyes. Decent is hard to pin, a European mutt for sure with a slight lean toward Italian. He looks to be in his early twenties, just athletic enough not to be considered scrawny. He wears weathered ripped jeans, a ratty t-shirt, and an army surplus jacket. He always has a black backpack slung over his shoulders and a skate board either tucked under his arm or gliding under his sneakers.

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: The dingy squatter rolls along the path, whistling to himself. No tune in particular, but damn if he isn't off-key. He doesn't seem to mind. He has one hand stuffed into his pocket, the other hand clinging around a handful of wildflowers. He slings a greasy lock out of his face so that he can see well enough not to plow over any pedestrians.. cause.. they hate that.

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: d10: Per+lore: 4,3,4,8,9,

Morgane Kristanovitch: A raise of her eyebrow at Malcolm. "In this instance probably using any of the many different techniquest made available for interrigation and questioning of any one of our other enemies, any means neccesary."

Dara : *soon enough not far from where the bird dissappeared into the trees she comes walking out, backpack jingling slightly, the warm weather has her barefooted once again, wearing a black oversized hoodie sweatshirt with the hood up and partially(mostly) covering her face(what hte hood doesnt cover in shadows her hair thats stuffed under the hood does), fingers barely peeking from the too huge sleeves on the petite almost too thin too pale thing, huge legged black jnco jeans nearly covering her feet as well*

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he hears the click clacking of wheels over the paved path before Andy appears from the darkness. Malcolm stares at him for a long moment before speaking in a somewhat attention grabbing tone to the youth* Well met.

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He blinks over to the attention grabbing voice, quirking a brow. He carries the air of modern age apathy and cynicism. He plants his worn sneaker to the ground to slow himself "Eh? I know you, dude?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Can't help it...I gotta.)) The man makes his way into Central Park, a hand running through his hair. He carries his staff with him...a six-foot quarterstaff, carved halfway from the top down with various symbols, some that would make sense to some, others that are little more then letters or nonsensical things. He walks along down the paths, keeping an eye out, but mostly taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of Fellowship and belonging the nearby Caern provides.

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he turns back to Morgane and shakes his head slightly* Hmm...interesting. I'm not sure you actually believe that though, willing accomplice or not, she is only a child. I fear that such tactics would not produce the desired results.

Michelle (Rauko): *she blinks as another voice comes forth, a faint nearly peer and she looks back down, backing slightly more, so very silent*

Morgane Kristanovitch: At the approach of the new person and Malcolm's greeting she falls silent, too many ears are near now.

Michelle (Rauko): ((Adny ya need desc of us?))

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: (nope. *G*)

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he looks back to Andy* We've not met...but I recognize your heritage.

Michelle (Rauko): ((okiesh *tickle*))

Morgane Kristanovitch: "A child can be more dangerous than a grown up can be with what information they know, and how much they can get away with." is that a hint of humor in her eyes and the faintest smile on her face.

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He gains an amused smile. Heritage? "Mmmmmmm... yeah. Alright. That's straight." He starts to roll off again, thinking to himself about all the creepy people he'd met in New York.

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he turns a rather cold gaze on Morgane but just for a moment. Clearly he does not find the situation humorous*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Per+Alert: 5,4,10,2,4,9,

Michelle (Rauko): *is probably good she is still staring down and doens't see the amuzed face... her hads are idly toying with her sleeves, quiet*

Dara : *she comes walking back their direction, murmuring when she gets close enough* hey michelle...*giving a quiet somewhat smile, piercings in her left brow, nostrl, and in her lower lip, soft clicking heard from inside her mouth as she looks up from michelle towards andy curiously, blinking dark green eyes*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He easily notes the group ahead, and in particular, Michelle & Dara among them. He smiles a little bit, coming up to them and stopping just a little ways back, listening quietly.

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: Travel safely. *he says to Andy as he begins to roll off once more* I have a feeling we'll cross paths again eventually.

Michelle (Rauko) -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Michelle is very much still a few steps away from Malcolm, staring fixedly down, part of her hair falling to the side of her face hiding it mostly*

Morgane Kristanovitch: A raise of here eyebrow to Malcolm, not in a challenging way more of a question.

Michelle (Rauko): *Feels a new precense with them.. she still doesn't peer up when Aerin halts near, stays in place, sill and quiet*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Per+Garou Lore: 7,9,10,4,8,9,

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He smirks. "Will do, man." As an after thought he looks back over his shoulder to the group. "Hey, any of you know a hottie named Kelsey? Blonde number.. good arm?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks Andy over, nodding a bit to himself, before looking back to the rest of the group.

Morgane Kristanovitch: "Good evening Dara." a glance from her to Aerin "And to you Mr. Thomas."

Dara : d10: per+alert: 5,9,6,8,8,6,7,

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: No Kelsey frequents this park. *he states flatly. He being aware of almost all who come and go around here*

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He gives a low snicker at Malcolm. Damn.. "This is where I met her. SHE seems to think she comes here. That's straight though. Thanks anyway." He makes a slow roll away from the group. Weaving through pedestrians.

Dara : *looking over herself towards aerin, blinking a bit, she gives a quiet quirk of lips and tiny fingered wave, then looks back to morgane, blinking again, soft clicking heard before she answers in her voice, but without that usual NYC streetrat accent she has, somewhat quiet* um...hey....miss morgane...

Morgane Kristanovitch: She looks over to Andy, she shakes her head slightly and says. "I am sorry I do not."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Morgane," he says with a brief nod. "Malcolm...Michelle. Dara." Morgane and Malcolm get slightly more formal nods, though friendly...Michelle and Dara both get warm smiles, and a softer greeting.

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: (rewind...as Ravyn gives me new intell *bops Ravyn on the noggin* DLP...here's what he would've said) The one who nearly got into a fight here last night?

Michelle (Rauko): *she finally does peer to Aerin through the locks of hair that seem to be hiding her face, nods faintly, not a word, and looks off agai*

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He nods with a smirk. "Yeah.. she scared off some angry chick that was chasing me down.. growling and shit. I was told if I don't buy her flowers.. I'd be curbstomped. And.. well.. I kind like my skull in tact." He holds up the handfull of wildflowers, as if they're proof of his story.

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he's quiet for a long moment* Do you have any idea what you've stumbled upon here? *he asks Andy simply although he seems to take a more authoritative stance*

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He quirks a brow at the man. "Ummm.. Central Park, right?" He looks around, checking to make sure he was where he thought he was.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks calmly between Andy and Malcolm, his expression calm, and almost curious. He moves to stand nex to Michelle, a hand going to rest lightly on her shoulder.

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: You really don't know? *he asks Andy again*

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He looks around the assembled group, visably creeped out. He starts sloooowly rolling backwards. Away from the natives. "Ummm.. yeah.. it's been cool and all.." He gives a shifty look around. Oblivious.

Michelle (Rauko): *shrinkis faintly, peering quickly, before seeming to relax noticing is Aerin, she stares back down though, even if she does move faintly to be lightly closer to him*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks down to Michelle, frowning a bit in concern as he studies her.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Per+Emp: 8,2,3,1,10,1,9,

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Specialty: Emotions: 9,

Morgane Kristanovitch: she shuts her eyes momentarily and sighs softly. opening her eyes she licks her lips, but continues to stand there, hands clasped in front of her. Looking demure despite the fact that her hair looks even more wild than normal, and there is a faint smudge of dirt on her nose, and dirt on her boots. "It has been a while since i have seen you Dara, are you doing well?"

Dara : *when aerin moves closer to michelle she moves a few steps off to allow room, still close but keeping a foot or so between her and anyone else, hands fidgeting in the hoodie pockets after nudging the old style aviator goggles that slide from under the hood on top of her head back up under it*

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: No, unfortunately you don't get to claim ignorance and simply wander about the park as you please. Come over here. *he says to Andy taking on a now commanding tone*

Michelle (Rauko) -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((oi! roll)) seems somewhat upset, she might have just cried, or by trying not to cry at something, seems kinda back to being recluded in herself as she would have been a couple months ago*

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: d10: Gift!: 1,3,7,1,2,7,

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: (*lol*)

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He cocks a brow, still rolling backwards "Now that I think of it.. I'd rather not." He says lowly. Getting defensive. "I'll scream rape."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He winces a little bit as Malcolm's tribal and Alpha nature seems to come out. It seems to have to do with something that he noticed in Michelle, too.

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he curses quietly as his ability fails him. He looks back towards Aerin his eyes asking his fellow Fostern for an assist*

Dara : yeah sure....fine...*blinking and nodding lightly as she flicks a quick glance towards morgane, that soft clicking heard coming from her mouth again*

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He gives a low whistle and drops the wildflowers. Turning to book it away from the gathered psychos.

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: I'm not going to hurt you..simply come over here and listen to what I have to say. If you still wish to leave you may do so afterwards

Michelle (Rauko): ((eh.. the dice wont this night ;) ))

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: d10: dex+ath: 1,2,5,5,3,6,4,

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He nods a little bit, and focuses his own ability, looking to Andy with a little smile.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Persuasion: 8,5,3,9,3,4,1,

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he glances up towards the Moon. If he chases the kid down this could get ugly. Best to simply let him run. There's no chance of him finding his way through the twisted bramble without a guide so the heart is safe*

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: In turning around he seems to get tripped up.. can't seem to get far on his trusty board. He gives a panicked look down to the thing "Move, girl, move!"

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: (Wow the roller is brutal tonight)

Michelle (Rauko): *and she stays with Aerin, until he has to move to asist Malcolm or he moves by his own, turning faintly after a moment towards him, still rather quiet*

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: (i think I sucked up all the sux when I was bettering Nia in the roller room)

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he looks back to the others Dara, Morgane, and Michelle. He gives them an apologetic half smile*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: Shit...he's running. "Hey...friend. Hold up a moment." He starts to walk toward Andy slowly...non-threatening. The man's not running that fast, anyway. He tries to project as non-threatening a demeanor as possible, in contrast to Malcolm's commanding presence.

Michelle (Rauko): ((told you *G* the die is winning over all *nods*))

Michelle (Rauko): *and well.. Aerin moves, again missign Malolm's look as she seems to be keeping her gaze down and mostly hiden by her own hair*

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: (battering.. even. *G*) He looks over his shoulder, stopping his roll.. not that he was going anywhere ANYway. "Why? I'm really not in the mood for an official New York gangbanging just yet. Give me some time.. I'm sure i'll warm up to the idea.."

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *will let Aerin handle things for the moment. Perhaps his calmer demeanor will be more welcoming*

Morgane Kristanovitch: "That is good." she tells Dara, although attempts to study the girl a bit, with the slightest tilt of her head.

Morgane Kristanovitch: d10: Per+Empathy: 3,3,9,3,4,8,

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he looks back to the women fully now* I apologize..that boy...he is kinfolk. Although...he does not seem to realize it.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He chuckles a bit to that, stopping when Andy does. Close enough, but keeping his distance. "Naah, don't worry. We don't start the gangbangs on Sunday nights. We try to wait for Wednesday for that." His hand extends to Andy, his smile warm and friendly. "I'm Aerin."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Cha+Emp vs five: 8,3,3,9,5,5,4,

Dara : *flicking eyes over towards the heading away guy and aerin going after him, she takes a deep breath and sighs it softly out, reaching into the pack on her back and bringing out earbuds , hanging them over her ears not putting them in so she can hear whatevers playing but still hear whats going on/being said around her, eyes to her toes that squinch and wriggle in the grass and dirt underfoot*

Morgane Kristanovitch: A nodding bow of her head. "Do not worry, it is quite understandable."

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: Andy wipes his filthy hand on ripped jeans and offers it to Aerin. "Uhh.. good to meet you Aerin." He looks around the man back toward Malcolm. WHAT did he call him?

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he glances down at Dara's feet* Where are your shoes?

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He shakes the other's hand, his own grip warm and friendly. Not overly strong. He speaks quietly, so as not to carry much further then them. "Forgive Malcolm...he gets a bit...overly commanding from time to time."

Lukette: (open?)

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: (it is)

Dara : its...warm out....*soft answer* feels good on the feet...*shrugging in answer to malcom, only looking up briefly before flicking eyes about here and there, then back at her toes again*

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He scowls a bit, shifting his weight idly. Still perched on top of his worn skateboard. "Funny.. I was going for creepy. Commanding works too though. Can I go now?" He looks down the flowers he'd dropped "Oh son of a .. Now I'm gonna get curb stomped. I hate this fucking city."

Ziahl: The light caught her features just so, and for a moment, there was no denying you were in the presence of something inexplicable: the archetype Nubian queen in NY. It was ludicrous of course. Material for a B comedy with Eddy Murphy as the sidekick. Still the mahogany skin looked like mocha cream silk, and those amber eyes, golden when the light touched them at just the right angle. Maybe you just imagined it. Her nose is straight and wide, a strong feature that somehow manages to fit nicely above full, thick lips which could only have been crafted by cupid. Her cheek bones are sculpted high above a strong jaw. Nobility has replaced delicacy in her features, and something about her simply breathes of strength and passion. (pic in gallery, last page)

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he shakes his head at Dara for a moment and then laughs quietly* It's not that warm out. If I have a task for you...you will carry it out? *he asks the raven shifter plainly. No reason to beat around the bush*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He smirks a little. "Don't worry about Kelsey or anyone else. You're not going to get curp-stomped...tell you what, though." He slips a piece of paper down and writes his number down, holding it out to Andy. "If you have any problems with anyone, or need a guide to the city, give me a call. I'll be sure to help you out." ((Cha+Exp coming.))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Cha+Exp vs five (WP): 4,2,5,8,6,8,

Ziahl: She enters the park, keeping a sharp eye out for trouble. This past week she's been busy caring for Mel since he arrived home injured the other day. (ie: player has been busy irl *s*)

Morgane Kristanovitch: She keeps her eyes on Dara, she glances around a bit, keeping more to herself for right now.

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: d10: wp: 3,8,3,5,4,8,

Ziahl: Spying the little crowd she heads their way. Something is apparently up.

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He takes the number with a slightly amused look "Yeah.. I'll just pull a phone right out of my ass and get right on that. Thanks.. I guess." He stuffs it in his pocket.

Dara : is to me...*shrugging lightly after she murmurs, she glances up to malcom again and tilts her head curiously, blinkblinking again* um....depends..what it is?

Ziahl: She nods a greeting to the group as she walks up, eyeing Andy curiously, as he's the only one she doesn't recognize.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He chuckles. "Pay phones work. Anyway, it's nice to meet you, man. I'll talk to you later."

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He nods. "Right.. so I can go now, right? And mister whats-his-face isn't going to get all pissy with me? I swear.. I can't COME to this fucking park without running into a flock of weirdos."

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: Well..unfortunately I'm still in the dark about the true nature of the task. But..it almost certainly will involve scouting and observing. *he pauses* Which I hear is your specialty.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "No, no." He grins. "Go..no one's stopping you. Malcolm'll be fine."

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((Andy and Aerin are off a ways, Malcolm Daral Michelle, and Mogane were pretty closely grouped sort of.)) She nods to Ziahl. in greeting, She starts easing her way out of the group of people, so that perhaps she can leave.

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he glances towards Andy not understanding why he's being so hostile to Aerin* With that attitude you won't be welcome back here. If anyone of us meant you harm you wouldn't be standing there simply running your mouth. *perhaps a bit overly hostile but the Luna's eye is almost fully opened*

Ziahl: (thanks Morg) She moves on past Andy and Aerin to join the main group.

Michelle (Rauko): *michelle is very quiet and still a few stepps off Malc and co, staring down, her hair covering part of her face*

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He quirks a brow at Malcolm, still oblivious about the situation as a whole. I thought strangers DIDN'T talk to you in New York.. go figure. "Yeah.. someone needs a nap.." He says under his breath and starts a slow roll away from the group. "I'll see ya around Aerin."

Dara : yeah you could..say that*nodding again, nibbling on the lipring before nudging the goggles back up under the hood again when they start to slide down* suppose I could...who what where and when?

Ziahl: Shifts her gaze briefly to Michelle then looks at Malcolm.

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he growls a bit.* Idiot. *he turns back to Dara* Well the where and when are up in the air...but..the who is Black Spiral Dancers and Magadon...the what is likely a lab or some other kind of science facility. I apologize for the lack of detail...but we are ferreting out information as fast as we can but the tracks of the Wyrm are well covered. *he waits till Andy is far away to speak this of course*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "See you around." He smiles and watches Andy leave, then turns and heads back to the group. ((*Snickers and points to the Werewolf Forums*))

Ziahl: She gives Dara an encouraging look. Certainly they can use all the help they can muster.

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: (*lol* nice)

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: Andy shakes his head with the same smart ass amused look about him. He picks back up his whistling and skates toward the exit. That's quite enough park fun for one evening.

Michelle (Rauko): ((maaaan *giggles*))

Michelle (Rauko): ((*whimpers* need bed in round 20 mins max *poouts*))

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he nods politely now to Ziahl* Evening Ziahl. *his tone friendly but somewhat edged in aggitation although it's obviously not directed at her*

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: (*giggles* thanks, guys! was fun getting him out and about)

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he looks back to Aerin when the man moves back over to their group (assuming he does do so haha)* I thank you for stepping in, it seems diplomacy is not my strong point this night.

Michelle (Rauko): ((*hugles* come again and be claimed fully! *G*))

Ziahl: "Good evening, Malcolm. It is good to see you." Oddly enough, she means it.

Dara : *silently mouths a 'woooooooow' and blinks a bit , letting out a low whistle* thats a, um..tall order.....but ok....

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: (Thanks for playin!)

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he turns his attention back to Dara* Yes...it will most certainly be a dangerous undertaking..if you do not wish to aid us I will find another who is capable. *his tone says he's not exactly looking forward to the prospect of looking for another so specialized to the task of scouting*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "It's all right, Malcolm," he says as he comes up, retaking his position next to Michelle. "I've got experience with new kinfolk...I don't think he knew what was going on. It happens. Happened to me, as a matter of fact. Lost cubs, kin or not, are becoming frighteningly common these days."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks to Dara at Malcolm's words, smiling a bit to her. "Gonna be helping us out?"

Morgane Kristanovitch: She glances to Aerin as she has goitten maybe a foot or two away from the group. A thought comes to her, but whe will remain here to ask it in the appropriate time.

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: He seemed totally clueless, but his blood was pure enough that I recognized him right away, surely he would be a prize for the Wyrm. I thank you again for assistance.

Ziahl: She would offer to help Dara, but she's far more conspicuous than a bird in her winged form. In fact, from what she's gathered recently, humans don't even believe in her existance. Odd that, given the horntail on Harry Potter bore her a remakable likeness, even if it was a bit small.

Michelle (Rauko): *this time she just stays in place, not moving but not relinquin from Aerin's proximity, very still, quiet*

Dara : *brows furrowing slightly, eyes towards her toes though, soft clicking heard from her mouth again for a moment before she sighs and speaks* said ok......said I would do it....

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he looks back to Dara* I do not mean to impress you into service to the Sept..I apologize if it seemed you could not say no. *he pauses* I am glad that you will assist us though, we could use the help.

Dara : (last was said to malcom*G*) *nodding to aerin when she hears him, she glances up briefly to him, then back to the toes squinching in the grass and dirt*

Ziahl: *Pats Dara's shoulder.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He nods to Dara a little bit, smiling gently to her. "Glad to have you, hon. You're good folk, and you'll be fine. We couldn't have a better person on the team."

Dara : I asked if there was anything I could do......and thats....certainly something....*chewing on her lipring again*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He leans down to whisper softly into Michelle's ear. Moving slowly, non-threatening as ever. Well, as ever, except for his wierd moments of being in charge lately.

Ziahl: Dara> "Be warned, that at least one of the.. enemy.. we've encountered was winged," she says quietly.

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((Sorry for the late post getting lost in the scene))She looks to Malcolm "Isn't there any of the kin around who would undertake to help aid in such things?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Michelle (Rauko): "Are you okay, Michelle? What happened?" Said calmly, softly. Warm and inviting. ((Cha+Emp coming to relax her.))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Michelle (Rauko): d10: Cha+Emp vs five: 8,2,7,7,1,2,4,

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he looks to Morgane* In what capacity? *he asks her quietly*

Michelle (Rauko): *blinks, listening, moving faintly , it takes her a few moments, before she finally reaches to half pull her hair off from her face, moving enough to be able to wihsper back*

Dara : *when ziahl pats her shoulder she twitches/flinches ever so slightly, moving to keep a foot or so between her and anyone else again like she had been, soft clicking heard from her mouth once more* thanks ...thanks A.....

Michelle (Rauko) -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: I... Imadea mistake... I...I'mfine... Ijust... wish toleave... M..MalcolmRhyaasked meto wait... sohe'lltakemehome

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *glances towards Dara and her skittish behavior. Is she trying to upstage the timid Michelle? His rather curious expression might lead one to surmise he's curious as to why Dara moved away from Ziahl reassuring pat*

Morgane Kristanovitch: keeps her expression calm. "In somewhat of the same capacity, although none of us have her gift of flight, we can still, watch look out for places, even aid her as needed."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Michelle (Rauko): "I can take you to Malcolm's, if you like."

Dara : *hearing ziahls warning, she nods and blinks, murmuring a soft 'ok, thanks' to her*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He nods and whispers back to her, his hand gently rubbing over Michelle's shoulder in a comforting motion.

Michelle (Rauko): *findgets, seeming unsure, half nodding to Aerin, even though wihspers lightly again to him*

Ziahl: Inclines her head slightly to Dara's thanks.

Michelle (Rauko) -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: I...Idno't wanttoupset himmore..withme... I...wouldn'tknow...howto askhim tochange.. I... don'tknow

Dara : if, um....if anyone...can maybe..I dont know...work good with small electronics...maybe....a small birdysized walkie set could help

Morgane Kristanovitch: At Dara's move away from Ziahl she studies her once more, then also Michelle, her curiosity caught for the moment.

Morgane Kristanovitch: d10: Per+Empathy(Sara): 9,2,7,4,5,6,

Morgane Kristanovitch: d10: Per+Empathy(Michelle: 7,9,6,3,3,4,

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((Sara=Dara sorry finger slipped on the wrong button))

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *raises a brow at Aerin and Michelle but he doesn't pay them too much mind otherwise. He looks back to Morgane again* Caroline McGregor..I do not know if you've met her...but she has been gathering information for some time now. If you wish to assist her...I'm sure she'd be thankful for the help. As far as actually sending you in to gather information directly from the maw of the Wyrm...I do not forsee using any kinfolk in such capacity.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks at Michelle curiously, and leans down to whisper to her before he looks up to Malcolm. "Hey, Malcolm. I'm going to take Michelle back to your place...you're busy here, I know."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Michelle (Rauko): "If you want, we can talk about it. I'll take you back." ((And we can do that scene tomorrow, if you want, where they talk.))

Ziahl: Gives Michelle a curious look followed by a glance at Malcolm.

Michelle (Rauko) -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((*S* could be.. I can stay a lliiiiiiiiiiil bit longer but not much..s houls sleep to wake up for work *G* pouts at work*))

Michelle (Rauko): *she kinda nods to Aerin, going back to stare fixedly down, her hands fidgeting with her sleeves*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Michelle (Rauko): ((Go sleep, hon. We'll do it tomorrow.))

Morgane Kristanovitch: "I have met her once, I believe. I am not speaking of going into such places. Goping around and watching buildings such werehouses for activity, clinic's for activity, they are mundae things, but surly one that a kin can do."

Michelle (Rauko) -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((*nodest* hugzes* =) thanko *stays till they go icly... though.. you don't want to stay icly?))

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he nods to Aerin and then asks quickly* Are your own kin secure Aerin? If you have need of the resources of the Sept I will speak to the Warder on your behalf.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Michelle (Rauko): ((He'll take her away, then come back later. *S*))

Michelle (Rauko) -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((a cool then! ^*hugz* don't like take you off playings!))

Morgane Kristanovitch: A slight frown and she looks in between Aerin and Malcolm.

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he looks back to Morgane* You are spoken for yes Miss Morgane? *asking in regards to her being mated*

Ziahl: Idly wonders if they're breeding. It's hard to imagine Michelle getting intimate with anyone. She smiles at Morgane's offer.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "They're secure. Michelle is with you, and I'm comfortable with that...I'm sending Tori up to Gaia's Hand. And Ethan is under strict instructions not to go out without a Trueborn with him. Thank you, though."

Ziahl: Oooh Malcolm is building a harem.

Dara : *eyes flick up and over towards aerin briefly as he seems to be leaving, giving another tiny fingered wave, eyes down again*

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he nods once more to Aerin* Travel safely then, we'll meet again soon, may Luna guide your steps.

Morgane Kristanovitch: "Yes. Lucien Bourikas, has spoken for me." she says with a nod of her head and a somewhat proud tilt of her chin.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "I'll be back in a bit, once I've taken Michelle back." He nods to everyone, smiling to them, and moves to lead Michelle out, his arm slipping softly and protectively around her shoulder as he goes.

Morgane Kristanovitch: "Have a good night Mr. Thomas, Miss Michelle." she says with a pleasant smile towards Michelle, and a nod to Aerin.

Michelle (Rauko): *she fidgets, forces herself to nods deferently to Malcolm and slighlty to those there, muttering still a nearly breathless* evening *letting Aerin guide her on*

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: Inform Lucien that I wish to speak with him. Although I'm sure you are an independant woman I've known Shadow Lords who are a bit possessive with their kin and I seek his permission to assign you a task. *his words are not intended to be insulting towards Shadow Lords although that impression might be construed if one was not listening close*

Ziahl: "Good night Aerin, Michelle."

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: Good night Michelle. *he says to her quietly as she heads out with Aerin.*

Morgane Kristanovitch: A nod of her head. "Of course, when I see him I shall let him know."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He leans in to whisper to Michelle as they leave, heading out the gate and toward Aerin's car.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Michelle (Rauko): "It'll be okay, Michelle. I promise."

Michelle (Rauko): *Nods a little bit to what ever Aering tells her, staying quietly by his side*

Ziahl: Malc> "Is there anything I may do to help in the meantime?"

Morgane Kristanovitch: She looks to Malcolm. "Might I inguire as to why there have such precautions made for certain kin?"

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: I assume he knows of your adventure the other night? *he asks Morgane with a quiet laugh and a friendly smile*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((And killing nick for a bit, to allow time for him to leave and come back.))

Michelle (Rauko) -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Thankso!))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Michelle (Rauko): ((Ya bet. *S*))

Michelle (Rauko): ((night guys.. thanks for the playings *hugs all around))

Morgane Kristanovitch: A purse of her lips before it vanishes and she nods her head, a faint smile if that is one on her lips. "Of course he is aware of the situation the other night." kind of hard to miss the mangled sweater when she walked in the apartment.

Ziahl: ((Nighty night))

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he looks to Ziahl* If you could offer your assistance to any kinfolk coming and going from the park such would be appreciated. Especially those who have encountered the child or her Spiral allies directly.

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((Night Nire *Hugs*))

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: And what was his reaction to such? *asked of Morgane*

Michelle (Rauko): *she does darts a fleeting glance before they are out of sight and gone with Aerin*(( and puffes!))

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((I dunno I haven't gotten a reply back on that from the player.))

Dara : *looking between morgane and malcom briefly, she looks to ziahl once more for a moment before fidgeting with the earbuds hanging over her ears*

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: (just wing it)

Ziahl: "Of course." Inclining her head. Escort Ziahl. She's been doing that with Mel and his friend lately.

Morgane Kristanovitch: "Of course he was surpprised that a situation such as that arose so close to our home. But I was safe." she says. How much of the tale she told him is another matter.

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he glances at Dara pondering why she seems so uncomfortable. He doesn't know her well enough though so he won't speak up*

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: Well obviously he cares for your welfare. I'm sure you know as well as I that there are proper channels to go through when dealing amiably with Shadow Lords. *basically saying her tribe is uptight about their kinfolk. *

Morgane Kristanovitch: "I understand, and know that." she says "He also asked of me to see where I could help out, if there was anything I could do."

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: You'll pardon me for waiting to hear directly from him won't you? *he says quietly. He then glances around* I have lingered here for a long while, I must be returning to my patrols, if you have further need of me seek me out. I'm not hard to find.

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: (time for sleepy-wasu)

Ziahl: "Good evening, Malcolm."

Ziahl: ((Nighty night))

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: (G'night, thanks for coming out to play everyone, catch ya later)

Morgane Kristanovitch: A nod of her head. "Of course." her other question gone unanswered, she nods to him politly. "Have a pleasant evening."

Dara : *hearing malcom mention leaving, she looks back up again, blinking as she glances at him, then nods towards him* later..

Ziahl: Looks to her two remaining companions.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She loks between Dara and ziahl now that Malcolm has left. turning her attention to Ziahl. "Have you seen Mel lately?"

Ziahl: "Yes, he has been staying with me."

Morgane Kristanovitch: "I was unaware of that." she says almost appologetically for her ignorance of that. "Is he doing well?"

Ziahl: "He was recently injured, but not too seriously. He is doing well now. He's teaching me to cook," she adds with a smile that does little to hide the affection and regard she holds for Mel.

Dara : *chewing on the lipring again,she lowers the old style aviator goggles over her eyes and brings out the Ipod attached to the earbuds hanging over her ears, hitting a few buttons on it likely to change the song*

Morgane Kristanovitch: She nods her head. "Yes I am aware of him getting injured, that is one of the reasons I was asking if he was still doing okay. That is good about the cooking lessons, They are going well then?"

Ntwadumela: Speak of the devil! He's jogging in the park.

Ziahl: "Yes, he has a book with recipes and instructions. It is quite helpful."

Ziahl: "Ah, there he is." And she waves the jogger over.

Dara : *looking about, then to the other two there, she finds a bench nearby and moves towards it, not leaving, just finding somewhere to sit*

Ziahl: Glances at Dara, wondering if she doesn't like their company.

Ziahl: "Dara? Are you all right?"

Ntwadumela: Mel waves at the others with a grin. "Hey girls, been a quiet night tonight?"

Morgane Kristanovitch: "Those are alwasy helpful." she says with a nod and looks over as Mel comes jogtging along. She let's Ziahl and Mel have their private moment if need be as she walks over and takes a seat near Dara, although not too close having taken note of things earlier. "Dara," she says softly to the other. "If you need someone to speak with on anything...." she lets the rest fall away the implication there that if she needs to talk with someone she can talk with her, as it is they did have several shared momentes of almost friendliness at one time.

Dara : *sliding the pack off, ipod still in one hand as she sits, she hears ziahl and blinks from behind the goggles as she looks up and over* huh?

Ziahl: Holds an arm out to invite Mel into her embrace.

Ziahl: Looks back at Dara. "Are you all right?"

Aerin Thomas: And the hybrid pulls back up to the park. Out slips Aerin, walking back into the park with his staff at his side. The man is frowning a little, looking slightly troubled as he moves back toward where Morgane, Dara, and Ziahl were before.

Ntwadumela: And Mel slides easily into that embrace. It was the first one offered.

Ziahl: And they're still there, Mel coming to join them, Dara and Morgane have taken a seat on a nearby bench.

Dara : *when morgane sits down next to her she looks over quick, the soft clicking heard again, then nods, looking back to the ipod in her hands, murmuring* ok...thanks....sure....*doesnt sound too reassuring*

Ziahl: She gives Mel a one-armed hug and kisses his cheek, guiding him closer to the bench where Dara and Morgane are seated as she whispers into his ear.

Dara : Ziahl: yeah...fine...*not looking up from the thing in her hands*

Ziahl: Waves to Aerin so he can spot them easily.

Ntwadumela: "Hey Dara, Morgane." As he gets close, he'll try to hug each of the ladies with his free arm before they sit down.

Dara : *if mel moves to hug dara, she moves/shies away, just nodding a 'hey' up towards him*

Morgane Kristanovitch: A nod of her head. Although Dara's words might not be too sure the offer is out there, in one capacity or another. She looks over to mel and ziahl and slightly looks away, their affection for one another , dones look like it bother's her but she still averts her eyes. A purse of her lips as she see's Aerin walking back.

Aerin Thomas: Ahh, there they are...and Mel, too. He smiles as he comes up, nodding to everyone. "Hey, guys. Back." Mel gets a nod and a smile...the man moving quite differently then at any time the other night. More relaxed...more human then hunter. "Mel. Good to see you again...how are you?"

Ntwadumela: He doesn't push it when Dara pulls away. He does wave to Aerin after offering both girls a hug though.

Ntwadumela: Aerin: "Intact, thanks to you."

Ziahl: "Hello again, Aerin."

Morgane Kristanovitch: She hugs mel back. "good evening mel. You seem to be doing better."

Ziahl: Mel's greeting to Aerin lands him instantly in her good graces.

Ziahl: She still hasn't heard the 'long version' of the tale and looks expectantly from face to face.

Morgane Kristanovitch: "Welcome back Mr. Thomas." she says. He has not told her not to call him that so he stays in the proper greeting catagory.

Dara : *hearing aerin back, she glances up again with dark green eyes through those old style aviator goggles(hood still up), still idly fidgeting with the ipod in her hands*

Aerin Thomas: "Least I could do...thank you for backing me up." He smiles to Mel, and looks over to Ziahl with a nod. He didn't greet her when she first arrived. "Hello, Ziahl."

Ntwadumela: Morgane: "I've been avoiding the roll of Grandmother in the Red Riding Hood stories for a couple of nights."

Aerin Thomas: Dara gets a warm smile and a nod, and he moves to stand next to her, chuckling at Morgane's response. "Please, Morgane...call me Aerin. You call me Mr. Thomas, I look for my father."

Ziahl: Smiles at Aerin then gives Mel a curious look. "Red Riding Hood?"

Morgane Kristanovitch: A nod of her head to mel. "That is a good thing though." a smile to him and she glances to Aerin. "Of course, as you wish." a nod of her head.

Dara : *aerin gets a twitch of lips, real brief, before the eyes drop to the Ipod again, just sitting there on the bench listening*

Aerin Thomas: His brow quirks a bit, and he looks to Dara for a moment.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Emp (Dara): 7,9,3,10,8,6,7,

Aerin Thomas: d10: Specialty: Emotions: 10,

Aerin Thomas: d10: Specialty: Emotions: 8,

Aerin Thomas: ((THAT'S my boy...))

Dara : (tphtpthpthtphtpth!!*LOL*)

Ziahl: (Damn, she's an open book!)

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((*Jaw Drop and then goes off grumbling*))

Aerin Thomas: ((Seven dice. Eight successes. Read 'em and weep, boys and girls....he is EMPATHY MAN! *Flies cape with pride*))

Ntwadumela: Mel grins when Ziahl asks about Red Riding Hood. "Short Version: Red Riding Hood was on her way to bring some goodies to her grandmother's house. The Big Bad Wolf thought Red and her goodies would taste very good, but would be too quick for him. So he went to her grandmother's house and ate her grandmother, and waited for her. Unfortnately, a Woodsman was nearby and heard Red Scream, and the woodsman killed the Big Bad Wolf." ((Why couldn't he get rolls like that the other night? Nooo. Instead the BSD gets those rolls.))

Ziahl: "It doesn't sound like a very nice wolf."

Dara -> Aerin Thomas: (yeeeeeeah so...where to start*snickers*)

Morgane Kristanovitch: She clasps her hands in her lap and listens, attempting, quite prficently, to be just someone in the background.

Aerin Thomas -> Dara : ((*G*))

Dara -> Aerin Thomas: its like shes uncomfortable in the 'naked with no feathers' skin, avoiding any physical contact, keeping at least a foot or so between her and anyone,period, if anyone touches her she shies away or flinches , keeps eyes away from anyone except for very brief glances that dont really tell much, shes lonely, scared, hurt, upset, fidgety, uncomfortable, nervous, sad/depressed (but trying to hide or deny it, mebbe both).....*could go on**G*

Dara -> Aerin Thomas: like she wants no attachment while in homid to anyone in a sense?*shrugs, not sure if thats the right wording*

Ziahl: "Is there a moral to the story?"

Ntwadumela: Morgane: "So things went well when you got home?"

Ntwadumela: Ziahl: "There probably is, but I'd have to get a hold of the original story to figure it out."

Morgane Kristanovitch: "Be careful where you tread, as danger lurks anywhere you least expect it to." she says and then nods to Mel. "As well as ever."

Ziahl: "Maybe we can visit the library some time."

Ziahl: Blinks at Morg. She should definitely read the whole story. It sounds interesting.

Ntwadumela: Mel nods to Morgane at that. "Thank you." Ziahl: "Definately."

Aerin Thomas: He purses his lips, and leans down to Dara, murmuring to her. He keeps a bit of distance, but keeps his voice low as he speaks to her, to carry only between the two of them.

Dara : *listening still, eyes on the ipod screen, her lips are moving soundlessly probably to whatever shes listening to on the earbuds*

Dara : *when aerin whispers, she blinks, the lips still, listening*

Morgane Kristanovitch: A nod of her head to them. "Of course." she glances to Aerin and Dara, then decided to ask her question to Aerin. "Aerin if you do not mind telling me, why is there special precautions being taken with certain kin?"

Ziahl: Glances curiously at Aerin and Dara.

Aerin Thomas -> Dara : "You know, hon...you don't have to stay like this. You can go avian if you like. My shoulder makes a pretty decent perch."

Aerin Thomas: He looks to Morgane at that, brow raised. "What certain kin do you mean?"

Morgane Kristanovitch: d10: Per+Alert (AS-Hear): 7,6,8,8,4,4,

Aerin Thomas -> Morgane Kristanovitch: "You know, hon...you don't have to stay like this. You can go avian if you like. My shoulder makes a pretty decent perch."

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((That was to listen to the whisper)

Ziahl: "I believe she is referring to kin who have been in contact with that girl." Looks at Morgane. "They may be recognized by the enemy, and targeted."

Dara : *murmuring softly and very briefly back to him, that soft clicking comes from her mouth again*

Morgane Kristanovitch: "Such as Michelle, Caroline, and the ones you mentioned to Malcolm."

Ntwadumela: "Oh goody. Does that mean I get to dance with slimy bastard again?"

Morgane Kristanovitch: She looks to Ziahl and then back to Aerin. If her demeanor has changes it doesn't show.

Dara -> Aerin Thomas: dont like chancing talking this far outside the caern in feathered form, but.....yeah...ok

Ziahl: Slides her arm around Mel again. "You should invite me to your next dance." The subtle fires of her rage flaring at the thought of the wyrm getting it's claws on Mel.

Aerin Thomas: "Not may, Ziahl. Caroline and some of those kin associated with me...Michelle, her sister Annette, and my daughter Tori Dream, have specifically been targeted by the Professor and the Pack of the Poisoned Heart, a pack of Black Spiral Dancers. They are being protected from abduction and assault, and I have chosen to do the same with any other kin associated with me."

Ntwadumela: Aerin: "So is the target them, or is the tagert you?"

Morgane Kristanovitch: A sigh, as she listens to the conversation around her. "I see." she says to Aerin, taking mental notes.

Aerin Thomas: He nods to Dara with a little smile, as if to leave the offer there if she'd like, and looks back to the others.

Ziahl: "You should be more careful," she admonishes Mel. Just wait til they find that pack. She'll level that laboratory when they locate it.

Aerin Thomas: "A little of both, Mel. Grshthak seemed to want to meet up with me again, but the Professor specifically demanded Annette and Tori, otherwise they would kill us all."

Dara : *taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, she nabs up her backpack and stands, chewing on her lipring as she shoulders the pack and starts heading towards teh trees again*

Ziahl: Aerin> "You have spoken to them?"

Ziahl: Turns to watch Dara leave. "Bye Dara."

Ntwadumela: Dara: "I'll see you around."

Morgane Kristanovitch: She listens and watches Dara go off, for now she does not say goodbye waiting to see if she comes back as the bird of not.

Aerin Thomas: He doesn't say goodbye to Dara, just watching her go, then looking back to Ziahl. "I haven't, no. The Professor grabbed Michelle from right near here, an alleyway a few blocks away from the park. He beat her and then left his demands with her."

Ziahl: Scowls over the news. "We need to kill him," she says with uncharacteristic venom.

Aerin Thomas: "You think?"

Ziahl: "Yes. Perhaps your kin should also be armed?"

Morgane Kristanovitch: A raise of her eyebow. "Annette and Tori are both younger kin? If so they have no use for us older ones then i believe, the younger ones seem to fit better into their places. Seems as if they have changed their tactics on us." She so does not seem concerned with the threat of being taken, or beaten up at all.

Dara(corvid): *soon enough the smallish delicate raven does come flying back out again from the trees, landing on the back of the bench with a flutter of feathers*

Ntwadumela: "It won't help much against that one. If anything, we need to get back to basics. Don't travel alone. Keep in contact. Watch eachother's backs."

Morgane Kristanovitch: She looks over to the bird, having heard the flutter of wings, a smile somewhat to Dara, and then she turns her attention back to the discussion.

Aerin Thomas: "My daughter is four months old. Arming her won't do much. Annette is seven. Those that can be armed, I'm already looking into doing." He looks from Ziahl to Morgane. "They're just preferring the younger kin, Morgane. I think they'll settle for older if they have to. Believe me, I know how these people work. Quite well, in fact."

Ntwadumela: Mel pats his shoulder and tilts his head a little. Maybe she'll be better for contact now than a when in human form.

Aerin Thomas: He looks over to the raven and smiles warmly to her, and sweeps his hair away from his shoulder, just in case, before looking back.

Ziahl: Which reminds her... she looks at Mel. "And who escorted you to the park?" she inquires pointedly.

Ntwadumela: "Um.. Ehh..."

Ziahl: Mel> "I think you should buy me a cell phone."

Ntwadumela: Ziahl: "Consider it done."

Morgane Kristanovitch: "But if they are sending their warnings in through the older ones, they are only useful for one thing right now, at least that is how it looks. But you know them better then I would of course." she conceedes and bows her head to Aerin. a look to Mel. "It would not be constructive to have use constantly being guarded and escorted, the trueborns need to consentrate their efforst on the taking down of the Spirals. If they are all guarding us, then they cannot do their jobs. And we cannot do ours to help them if they need us, such in recon or what have you."

Dara(corvid): *she blinks beady black eyes up at both mel and aerin, and just settles down there on the back of the bench...she doesnt look as skittish(?), but...then again , not exactly as easy to tell in bird form(nyah nyah mister empathy man*G*), though at both of them doing the same thing there is something that sounds like a soft snicker maybe coming from her direction*

Ziahl: Morgane> "You can escort one another. And some, such as myself, are not useful in researching things because we don't know the weaver's ways. So we are available to guard kin."

Ntwadumela: Mel looks around, glad the park is nearly dead this time of night. "Aerin, there was an oriental lady here taking notes the other night."

Aerin Thomas: "Morgane..." He sighs, and shrugs. "I'm not telling you that you have to be escorted wherever you go. That's not my job. I will not allow you to walk about unescorted when I see you, unless it literally cannot be helped, but it's your mate's decision to make, unless the Elders make a formal decree. However, Lucian being part of the Dark Elements pack, I'm sure there's more then enough people there for someone to go with you should you need to go anywhere. Again, not my call to make. But personally, I'm not willing to risk my kin when there's Spirals like Grshthak walking the streets, specifically looking for them. Remember that when you are in harm's way, your mate, and those Trueborn who care about you, are distracted. They're off their game. If you let them feel better by allowing yourself to be escorted, then you let them focus on the efforts you speak of."

Morgane Kristanovitch: "Yes ziahl, but can you guard three or four kin and make sure they get to their jobs if they have them? Make sure that we all get safely to and from work home the stores and whatnot, if you have 3 people pulling you in different directions not even you can get everything accomplished. To have one kin and maybe a small shild to protect, is quite a lot easier than 3 full adult kin. No?"

Aerin Thomas: "No. It's not easier." Said to Morgane, flat-out.

Ntwadumela: "I don't think they're going to jump us in broad daylight in a crowd. And they may have switched parks due to how recognizable they both are, and how closely everyone is looking for them."

Aerin Thomas: He looks over to Mel and nods. "I think I know who you speak of. She's a representative from the Court of One Hundred Blossoms, the Hengeyokai Court in town. She came the other night bearing a gift for the Sept." He describes Lien, to make sure that they are talking about the same person.

Ziahl: "I am sure I am not the only one available for such duty. Please exchange phone numbers with Mel, and I will call you as soon as I have a phone and give you the number. Then you may call upon me if need arises."

Morgane Kristanovitch: She looks to Aerin once more. "Perhapos, but if a true borns goes overboard on a situation and take the full pack efforts to protect one kin they are spread thin. Nothing of their duties to gaia, will get accomplished. But, true it is up to my mate to make certain decisions."

Ntwadumela: Mel starts to laugh a bit at that. "Oh, boy. I'd hate to be around when she finds out she mistook me for one of you guys and one of you guys for someone like me."

Ziahl: Gives Aerin a curious look. "Hengeyokai?"

Dara(corvid): *hearing aerin mention hengeyokai she tilts her head so one beady black eye looks right at him, intensely curious*

Morgane Kristanovitch: A frown marrs her brow as she listens to them all get persnickity about the kin being protected. a sigh. "I only have the house phone, and I take a cab to and from most every place I go. And I am always armed."

Aerin Thomas: "Eastern Shifters," he clarifies for Ziahl. "Mostly other breeds besides Garou. The other Fera." The clarification for him of 'other' Fera a significant one. Garou are Fera too, in his mind. "They have a Court-based system, instead our Western Sept-based system."

Ziahl: Nods to Morgane. "I would still feel better if you shared your number, just in case you needed to call someone for back up." Looks at Aerin intently. "I should like to meet them."

Aerin Thomas: He frowns at Morgane, his teeth clenching, jaw pulsing a bit as he turns an intense gaze on her. "I'm sure you are armed, Morgane. And those pretty silver daggers of yours will do you shit of good when a Spiral comes out of the Umbra directly behind you, having seen your Umbral Reflection, and lights a Balefire under your ass."

Ntwadumela: "I think anyone that's got the funds should probably have a cell phone. It makes getting in contact with freinds and allies a whole lot easier. Or heck, even the cops or EMS."

Morgane Kristanovitch: She looks to Mel. "Has Nathaniel given you the apartment phone number?" She looks to Aerin, in a sideways glance. "Then that is my loss. But in that situation not even a guard or protector could stop that from happening either."

Ntwadumela: Mor: "No, but he has his own phone."

Dara(corvid): *when ziah mentions something about meeting them, she hops a little closerto aerin, still intensely interested, as if she echoes ziahls sentiment, then flutters up to his shoulder, nudging her feathered head against him gently*

Ziahl: Tilts her head, studying Morgane. "Do you not trust us?"

Aerin Thomas: "Bullshit," he says to the Lord kin. "A guard or protector can stop that from happening. Get over yourself for a moment and accept the help your people are trying to offer you. You're far too important to the people who care about you to let you go down in shreds of eviscerated flesh because of your own petty pride."

Aerin Thomas: He looks over to Dara when she lands on his shoulder, blinking a bit, and then looks over to Ziahl, then back to the bird. "I...don't have contacts within the Courts anymore. I lost them a while ago. Your best bet would be Ingvar Urgahaldt or..." He gives a little shiver. "Reyna Reiruno."

Ziahl: "I don't know Ingvar, but I have met Reyna. She is of this court?"

Aerin Thomas: "She used to be. I...don't know anymore." He shrugs a bit. "We don't...talk much."

Morgane Kristanovitch: She raises her chin a bit. "Ziahl it is not a matter of trust, you." and she looks from Ziahl to Aerin and Dara the bird and back around. "All are highly important as I stated to Malcolm earlier this night. You are the warriors, if one of you falls, it is devistating to us, if one of us.." implication of kin. "Falls there is many more to take our place. I do not doubt you care to keep us safe, but even in keeping us safe, it is never enough." she seems to be peaking from experiance here on this. A raise of her eyebrow to Aerin. "Depends, if the guard or protector was a true born then the Spiral should take out the kin first to push the other off base, being worried about and devistated about the kin, means they will then have a greater likely hood of falling as well."

Ziahl: Morg> "Your reasoning is lacking, as is your trust in your kin."

Dara(corvid) -> Aerin Thomas: *when she hears mention of ingvar he can hear her mutter what sounds like a soft 'nevermind', but she stays on his shoulder, nittering gently at his hair and ear slightly until she hears morgane*

Dara(corvid): *she nitters gently at aerins hair with her beak for a few moments, until morgane speaks, then everyone hears a distinct snort at something, her head shaking slowly*

Ziahl: "...and their allies," she adds in a disgruntled tone. Arguing about exchanging phone numbers is hardly justifed in any regard, as far as she's concerned.

Ntwadumela: Mel sighs at this. "It's an old arguement. Morgane... each of us has knowledge that would aid the enemey. They won't kill us if they catch us. On the other hand Aerin... they will take advantage if you spread too thin. You need to stop thinking defensively. There is no good defenense against the methods they are employing."

Morgane Kristanovitch: "I do not see where it is. I have full trust in my family. More so than most anyone else."

Aerin Thomas: He turns sharp eyes onto Morgane and walks up to her...walking slowly, so as not to throw Dara off-balance. His moves have melded back to that of the hunter, the predator. He stands directly in front of her, about six inches away, looking her directly in her eyes, catching her gaze and holding it. "Where would you like to be raped, Morgane? When the Spirals take you and bring you back to Magadon, where would you like then to violate you? Or even better, would you prefer to be raped by a Crinos or Hispo Garou, or would you rather be strapped down to a table and have your skin slowly peeled back with a carving knife? Because that's what they'll do to you when they catch you." He reaches out to place his hand around her throat and hold her there. He doesn't look like he's done yet. ((Cha+Exp coming. Persuasion still active, as it's the same scene.))

Aerin Thomas: d10: Cha+Exp vs five (WP): 7,6,8,2,5,8,

Ziahl: Morg> "As you have stated, there are few free to simply look after kin. To shun the aide or even the potential of calling for that aide is foolish and speaks of grave doubt and distrust. I am sorry you feel this way about us."

Morgane Kristanovitch: d10: Willpower: 7,6,6,6,9,

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((*Gasps*))

Ziahl: ((Uh oh. *L* Looks like Aerin may have to choke her!))

Ntwadumela: Mel drops his head against Ziahl's shoulder as Aerin begins his speech.

Dara(corvid): *when aerin does that she flutters off his shoulder and back to the back of the bench, feathers ruffling, eyeing him and morgane*

Morgane Kristanovitch: She seems to even offer her thrat up to Aerin meeting his gaze. In so far she hasn't flinched, if anything Aerin's hand around her throat got her to calm her breathing even so that it is barely percievable. Her pusle has not even started to race, it is even calm still at this point, being in control it seems. Although his words do slightly effect her in some way, but she keeps like a good shadow Lord those feelings below the surface.

Ziahl: Nuzzles Mel's neck, glad he's a sensible kin.

Ntwadumela: ((Oh, Ziahl is gonna be so disappointed one day...))

Ziahl: Mel> "When you get me a phone, give the number out freely to any you feel should have it. I trust your judgement."

Ziahl: ((*LOL* She thinks he's all wise and shit.))

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((I can see the look on Dusty's face when she hears about this. *Shakes head*))

Aerin Thomas: He's sneering as he looks her in the eyes, his voice carrying the weight of experience and command in it. "Maybe they'll experiment on you, and see if they can turn you into breeding stock to spit out fomori. Or even better, they'll infect you with a Bane, and you'll do all these things to the very fucking people that you care about. You'll lure them into the clutches of the Wyrm, and because they know and care about you, and because you're such a good little servant, you'll get them to willingly. And then, everyone that cares about you will go down in green toxic flames, corrupted and destroyed. You'll violate the Litany with glee. You'll do everything the Eater of Souls, the Defiler Wyrm and the Beast of War want you to do. You'll shout the names of the Urge Wyrms with depraved joy and vile zeal. You'll serve Magadon and the Professor with as much joy and passion as that sick, twisted little one-armed girl that you tried to take out. She wasn't born Spiral kin. I'm sure of it. Someone took her, because someone wasn't careful. And if you want to become another Alecia, then get your ass away from anyone that matters. Pride goeth before a fall, Morgane, and your pride is going to be your motherfucking DEATH if you don't learn to give it up. Do you understand me?" His hand has tightened slightly on her throat, his face twisted into a fairly vicious mask. He speaks of these things as if he's seen them personally.

Ntwadumela: "I'll probably just copy most of my own numbers for you."

Aerin Thomas: d10: Cha+Exp vs five (WP): 6,9,3,7,4,3,

Morgane Kristanovitch: d10: Willpower: 5,2,4,9,5,

Ziahl: Ziahl can feel her rage responding to Aerin's words, it's fires burning dangerously close to the surface.

Ziahl: She shifts slightly, muscles tensing as she glances around almost hoping she spies something she can shred.

Ntwadumela: He rubs his cheek against Ziahl's shoulder.

Ziahl: She lets out a soft hiss, tightening her grip protectively about Mel.

Ntwadumela: Gets comfy in Ziahl's grip.

Dara(corvid): *her feathers ruffle even more, and she flutters her wings slightly, moving away on hte bench from the others again...then with a sigh fluttering off towards one of the trees up into its branches* (gotta drop husband off at work, ifn y'all are still here when I get back*hugs* shes gonna be in the tree branches for now)

Ziahl: (kk, laters)

Ntwadumela: ((*hugs* See you in a bit then.))

Morgane Kristanovitch: She doesn't move, she flitches slightly at his words, not being able to hold his gaze, blinking and looking off to another part of his face as it is so close. Even as his hand tightens on her throat that doesn't seem in the slightest to bother her one way or another. His words cary more weight than his actions. She remains silent, durring the while things, perhaps waiting to see if he follows through with choking her out. She attempts to keep the proud tilt of her head, as much as she can in this circumstance. Despite what she would probably say she keeps her mouth shut.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: When he's done, he lets go of her throat, stepping back with a quiet, angry growl. He shakes his head to her, and turns to walk away. Something is muttered under his breath in Romani as he moves.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She remains oh so still, not even letting her neck drop from the angle at which it had to be for the hand to be wrapped around it. She does glance after Aerin studying a moment.

Morgane Kristanovitch: d10: Per+Empathy(Aerin)WP: 8,9,7,8,6,7,

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((*Falls off chair*))

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((It is a DAMN good things she doesn't fully have psycometry.....that would SUCK))

Ziahl: (Damn, what have you been doing with that dicebot?! This goes beyond the usual servicing.)

Ntwadumela: Mel smiles at Aerin's mumbling. But otherwise waits in Ziahl's grip for the end of this.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((We invited it into a threesome over at our house. The video should be available on E-Bay soon. *G*))

Ziahl: Z, still keeping a firm grip on Mel, just lowers her eyes and shakes her head over Morgane's foolishness.

Ziahl: ((*L* I believe it!))

Ntwadumela: ((I wish you had done that BEFORE the fight the other night.))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Morgane Kristanovitch: The man is a ball of Rage at the moment. Completely disgusted with Morgane, and his words have driven him into a sense of intense self-loathing. Morgane gets the sense that not only has he seen these things personally...it's more intimate then that. He's DONE much of the stuff he just spat in her face. Only someone who knows those thoughts intimately could speak of them with such passion. He sees his own arrogance in what Morgane's doing, and he knows what he did. The idea that someone else could possibly be as stupid as he was tore away at his psyche, and just dented his faith severely. Morgane just did a SERIOUS amount of damage to Aerin's emotional state.

He's trying to stay in control of situations, but he finds himself losing his sense of identity when he does, slipping into the patterns of someone he both loves and hates...this is what just occurred right now. He's got a strong sense of bitterness around him, angry at the world for how his life has turned out. He believes himself lost...but he's not in Harano, or even in a place where Harano's a concern. Because he has a purpose, and that purpose is that even if he is lost, he'll make sure others won't be. He'll sacrifice anything for those around him...mainly because he doesn't believe he has anything to sacrifice. It's coupled with an odd belief that he can't be killed, which he is fascinated by and bitter about.

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((Hey Sometimes we have our good night's sometimes we have our bad ones *L*))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He stalks his way toward the entrance, moving like a vicious animal...a feral hunter in the night. His hand gribs the staff as he moves, tightly enough that his knucles go white and bloodless. Without a word, he makes his way to the Artisan's gate.

Ziahl: "We will stay and see Morgane safely home," she murmurs to Mel.

Morgane Kristanovitch: Her mouth trembles as it opens, no sounds comes from her, her eyes sivel away from Aerin, Her eyes start to glisten. It seems she stopped breathing for a moment, as she takes a breath of air filling her lungs, if anything nothing has effected her more than this, in many ways. Her eyes dart around and she does the one thing that she never does, flees. If anyone has ever seen her show much enotion that is different for her, but now, this, it is just shocking from the Lord Kin.

Ntwadumela: Mel watches Aerin walk away, then glances toward Morgane. That was interesting.

Ziahl: Z moves after her, pulling Mel along with her.

Ntwadumela: Is pulled along with.

Morgane Kristanovitch: People talking to her? People following her she doesn't seem to care, or to notice, just getting away. The noises coming from her throat is a mixture of fear, pain agony, sounding like a cat caught in a trap. Tears, something that she has never shown to anyone, start to fall from her eyes. She doesn't stick to paths, going through bursh around tress that catch and scrape at her clothes and hair and face. She doesn't seem to notice anything or anyone but getting away from what she felt, if she can she has to.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: Out of the Gate he moves, pivoting on a heel and stalking his way down the street, toward home. Fuck the car...right now, he needs to walk. He disappears off into the night.

Dara(corvid): (everyone heading off then?)

Ntwadumela: Oh, this is gonna be fun to keep up with Morgane. Oh, wait... He waves at the raven and points toward Morgane, indicating that she should keep an eye on her.

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((Ummm not really Morgane after the encounter with Aerin suddenly fled. *Points to above posts*))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Aerin can be caught up with, if anyone dares. *G*))

Ziahl: (not sure, looks at Morg-p?) Z stays on her trail, unconcerned with bushes and what not. She won't see the kin run into the jaws of the enemy, foolish or not.

Dara(corvid): (I noticed the fleeing, thus the asking :p)

Ntwadumela: Ziahl: "Want me to check on the big guy?"

Ziahl: "Do you think that's a good idea? He seems very angry."

Dara(corvid): *theres a caw from the branches of the tree, loud and obnoxious...what tone it has or what it means is anybodys guess*

Ntwadumela: He looks back at Dara. "Then you follow him and we'll follow her."

Ntwadumela: His guess being something impolite about asking her to follow Morgane.

Morgane Kristanovitch: Once in a slight clearing she starts to make a gagging sound and falls to her knees, the emotions coming to the surface, are overwelming to her, she lurches forward with her palms on the ground the throws up. sobs shaking her frame, as she continues to throw up.

Ziahl: Glances up at the bird, but keeps on Morgane's heels.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Killing nick, but watching. If anyone follows, I'll go and toss him into MT Streets...otherwise, s'all good. *Hugs all* Thanks for scenage!))

Ntwadumela: Is trying to keep Ziahl in sight, since she's keeping her eye on Morgane. Now Aerin's moving and it'll be that much harder to find him anyway.

Ziahl: She comes to a halt in the clearing, standing off several paces and watching the kin. She offers no comfort nor contact. Morgane has made her distrust clear enough. She does watch her with a certain interest however. She's never seen a human regurgitate like that before.

Dara(corvid): *theres another loud obnoxious caw, then a sudden flurry of motion bursting from the branches, fluttering wings heading quickly in a dart the direction aerin headed, out of sight in the night(since hes prolly out of sight of everyone else by this point?*shrugs*)*

Ntwadumela: ((*hugs* Yeah, probably.))

Ziahl: She whispers to Mel.

Ziahl: ((*snugs the Rav* I think birdie-girl may be going after him))

Ntwadumela: Listens, glad that someone followed the guy.

Ntwadumela: Mel nods, but whispers back.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She doesn't seem to be consious of the mess that she has made, when she threw up. Her lose hair falling around her shoulders and face even into the mess. Her head lowering as she continues to sob, making desperate noises in the back of her throat as she does so. Body still racked with tremmors.

Ntwadumela: Mel nods. "Morgane?"

Ziahl: Releases her grip on Mel, so he can do... whatever it is that needs to be done.

Ziahl: She certainly has no idea what that might be.

Morgane Kristanovitch: If she hears Mel her reply to him is indistinguishable in the sobbing and noises coming from her. In starts and stops at least she recognizes the filth somewhat as she moves slightly to one side as she colapses fully to the ground, attempting to wrap her arms around herself. It is almost hearbreaking to hear someone cry like this.

Ntwadumela: Mel walks over to Morgane and squats down beside her. "Morgane?"

Ziahl: Frowning, she walks over and lifts Morgane into her arms as one might a child. Z is considerably stronger than she looks. "Let's take her to my house, it's close."

Morgane Kristanovitch: Her body still wracked with tremors as she attempts to curl into herself, arms wrapping around her body. What can be seen of her face through her hair and tears, is pale tears streaking down her face, the emotions one her face which normally are never seen are blaitant on her face, pain, terror, fear, loathing, sorrow, all their at the surface, like a a baloon fulled with water suddenly exploding in ones hands and the rush of water is great. A slight shake of her head, the one thing discernable in her sobbs and noise filled throat is the word 'no' almost pleading, painfilled at times, and angry as well.

Ntwadumela: "That might be a good idea. I'll leave a voicemail with Nate and Corbin both that she's with us."

Ziahl: Whatever it is Morgane is refusing, be it something in her own head or Z's hospitality, the young dragon ignores it and starts walking, cutting through the woods so they come out close to her apartment which is only a few blocks from the gate.

Morgane Kristanovitch: When Ziahl picks her up, she is limp, almost weak, but it also sends a fresh batch of sorrowfilled sobs tearing through her body.

Ntwadumela: Follows. Good little Kin.

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((Aaaaaaw *Snickers* it is an illusion that Mel is giving off that he is a good kin. *S*))

Ziahl: ((*L* Z falls for it.))

Ntwadumela: ((Yeah yeah yeah. And doing such a good job. Earning his 0 in subterfuge!))

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((*L* sometimes we all do *S*))

Ziahl: She holds Morgane tightly against her as they exit the park and move to the streets, ignoring any strange looks she gets from early morning pedestrians. Fortunately for Morgane this night, the moon doesn't affect Ziahl the way it does Morgane's kin.

Ntwadumela: Mel will open the door when the get to the apartment building, and open every door on the way up.

Morgane Kristanovitch: This break in her emotions seems to also make her look quite a lot younger than she normally comes off as, instead of the older than 18 she managed to pull off she looke like a young teen. Her innocence coming out. She doesn't stop sobbing, for a good 15 20 minutes. How can one person cry that much or sound that heartbreaking in doing so?

Ziahl: She carries the woman up the stairs and into a small bachelor apt dominated by a large bed and virtually nothing else. No other furniture, no peronal belongings, no decorations. She settles on the corner of the bed with the woman. "Would you run a warm bath please, Mel?"

Ntwadumela: "No problem." Mel heads into the bathroom and starts the bath. Making sure it's a little cooler than the scalding level he usually runs it at. He does look around for bubble bath.

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((Did we want to move rooms? Or stay here?))

Ziahl: ((Let's hop to MT res))

 

ZIAHL'S APARTMENT

Ntwadumela: Mel runs the bath, looking for Bubble Bath.

Morgane Kristanovitch: Her nose suffed up she is trying to breath through her mouth and it comes out as gasping half sobs after the crying jag she had. Her eyes closed limp as if all of her effort went into crying out what she had to. Even her usually wild hair looks limp.

Ziahl: Mel finds bubbles under the sink. Damien introduced her bubble baths.

Ntwadumela: Runs the bath. Not as hot as he likes it, most people wouldn't be comfortable with that. "Bath almost ready."

Ziahl: She sets Morgane on the toilet seat and starts undressing the woman, unconcerned that Mel is in the room.

Ziahl: "Thank you, Mel."

Ntwadumela: Mel seems about as concerned as Ziahl as he starts looking for a washcloth. Or any other impliments that may help.

Morgane Kristanovitch: Sniffles loudly severl times to attempt to breath through her red nose, her hair falling in front of her face, helps keep the fact that there is people she normally would nopt have let see her undress be around. Shaking still she isn't much help to Ziahl as she undresses her. still with those slight gasping sobs as she breaths, and tries to bring some semblance of control to herself but she is so worn out.

Ziahl: There's a wash cloth on the towel rack. Once she as Morgane stripped she lifts her into the tub of warm sudsy water.

Ntwadumela: Mel helps when Ziahl starts putting Morgane in the water, not wanting Morgane to bonk her head or something.

Morgane Kristanovitch: Red rimmed eyes only open part way but are glasy from her cry, at this point she is not paying attention to what is going on around her. although a fresh bout of tears over the fact that someone is taking care of her screws up her face with more emotions, as tears start once more to track down her cheeks.

Morgane Kristanovitch: And of note if anyone is taking note is that she has no hair on her body but that on her head and arms. Making her appear like a young child. She curls up trying to wrap her arms around herself not to hide but for comfort.

Ntwadumela: Mel finds some mouthwash and a large bowl. (Which he'd have put there if she didn't have. When you eat a lot of rare meat, you need mouthwash. Mel needs it regularly. The bowl for cooking.) Morgane: "C'mon, get a good rinse."

Ziahl: She dips water over Morgane's hair and gently shampoos out the vomit. "Is this normal?" she inquires softly of Mel. She's seen people cry before, but this seems extreme.

Ntwadumela: "Getting rattled like that when getting lectured by a wolf-man? Dunno."

Morgane Kristanovitch: She attempts to do as Mel instructs her to do, trying but slightly gagging on the mouthwash as she spits it out into the bowl. that whole choking crying coughing thing. She isn't fighting to stop anyone from washing her up.

Ntwadumela: Mel dumps the used mouthwash in the toilet and flushes. Rinsing out the bowl and putting it in the sink in the 'kitchen'.

Morgane Kristanovitch: Her mind seems to have tuned out english, as some of her words in between crying and breathing haltingly come out.

Ziahl: "If you rinse out the bowl in the sink I can use it to rinse her hair." She lathers up the washcloth and gently, if thoroughly bathes the kin without a hint of modesty or self consciousness over the personal nature of the service they're performing.

Ntwadumela: Mel pours a bit of dishsoap in the bowl and cleans it out very well before bringing it back.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She might have been thouroghly emparassed if right now she didn't have the empotional fortitude of a limp noodle.

Ntwadumela: She can be embarressed later. Right now, they're helping.

Ziahl: "Thank you." She takes the bowl and uses it to rinse the shampoo from Morgane's hair, afraid she might drown if she dunks her. "Would you grab a towel please Mel?" And she lifts the woman from the tub, unconcerned with how wet she's getting.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She putters a bit when her hair get's rinsed off but nothing bad. She finally at one point while Ziahl is getting her out of the tub and drying her off looks at her but shys away shutting her eyes, as if even looking at her will show her, ziahls emotions.

Ntwadumela: Mel grabs a pair of towels, handing one to Ziahl. Mel starts to put her hair up in the other towel.

Ziahl: Z doesn't dry her off so much as wrap her up. After Mel gets her hair wrapped, she carries her to the bed and tucks her into the warm comforter.

Ntwadumela: When Ziahl tucks Morgane in, he steps back into the bathroom to call Corbin and Nate to let them know where she's at and that she's safe, but not feeling well.

Morgane Kristanovitch: Once she is layd down, it could have been the floor for as much attention she pays it. Her eyes open part way, she is still pale, she sniffles and her breath shudders every now and then as she does so. But she doesn't look at anyone or anything. Quiet for the most part.

Ziahl: Fetching her hairbrush she climbs into bed with Morgane and towel dries her hair before she starts brushing it.

Ziahl: It doesn't matter if Morg is laying down, she just adjusts her brushing to suit the woman's position.

Morgane Kristanovitch: "It hurts." her voice soft. it is not like she is commenting on how Z is brushing her hair, but how she is feeling right now.

Ziahl: "I'm sorry," Z says softly, still brushing in long soothing strokes. She likes it when Damien brushes her hair, maybe Morgane will find it relaxing too.

Morgane Kristanovitch: maybe it is the brushing of her hair, perhaps it was time. "So much.....how can......one person....." the slights shake of her head as she closes her eyes.

Ziahl: "Did he show you his dreams, Morgane?"

Ziahl: She begins plaiting her hair into dozens of thin braids.

Morgane Kristanovitch: "Niet.....no." voice soft. "I could....feel.....emotions....I..." her eyes still closed she opens them up slightly. "One person should not feel so much emotions."

Ziahl: "We are not as you, Morgane. Have you not seen your people's rage? Our emotions run deep, and many have seen and experienced things there are no words for. Gaia holds memories that are so strong, simply recalling them can kill such as us, and we built those memories for her."

Morgane Kristanovitch: A slight nod of her head when asked if she has seen her people's rage. She has on occasion. She falls silent it is as if a whole new world has opened up, one where supressed emotions, and not letting oneself feel their own emotions, has come crumbling down around her, and she is feeling things for the first time. Aerins words effect her to a point, but it was the emotions that seemed to shatter her whole world. She swallows and makes a sobbed sigh sound. Sniffling. And going quiet.

Ziahl: "We are what stands between you and those memories, Morgane. We must protect you, because you are our future, Gaia's future. Our mothers, sisters and daughters."

Morgane Kristanovitch: She bows her head slightly despiter Z braiding her wet hair. She feels a pain in her chest, radiating outwards from all of the empotions that she has felt and really felt tonight. It might take a long time to mend 18 years of teachings that Kin have a place and that is far below those of the wolf. She listens to Z. Her breathing eveningout slowely. But the fresh wound of feeling emotions is raw, as tears fall down her cheeks once more at Z's words.

Ziahl: Z is thankfully ignorant of how many wolves treat their kin. Amongst mokole, kin are cherished. "It grieves me, you have so little faith in us."

Morgane Kristanovitch: "You, the warriors, are so special gifted." hert voice ringsd with awe and loyalty, with the supreme love. "You do so much, we might hold a key, to your survival, but you sacrifics so much, to be so close to Gaia." it is not pride speaking, a humbleness has entered her voice. Z has never seen or heard any of this raw emotion coming from Morgane in the time she has known her but it is openly shown now.

Morgane Kristanovitch: "Some, grow in their families, to know, they are nothing but tools, to be used." the emotions of knowing this from her experiance fills her words. "Some, might not have faith, other's have so much, they trust willingly no matter what."

Ziahl: "We each of us do, what we were born to do. To love and protect our kin is no less than drawing the very breath that gives us life. To tell us we needn't do so, is to tell us we needn't breathe."

Ziahl: "People are not tools. Kin are not tools. Anyone who says such things is ignorant, and well upon the path that leads to destruction and the madness of the wyrm."

Morgane Kristanovitch: A sob catches in her throat, pain filled. she closes her eyes and wraps her arms tightly around her chest, attempting not to feel, but that is long since past and it hurts her.

Ziahl: "I offered once to teach you. To help you learn to control your gift." She continues weaving thin braids through Morgane's hair. "Your reply to me, was not your words. It was your disbelief and disdain. Your reply was what you felt. You would not listen. Again, today, you didn't listen. I am not garou, Morgane. I can make no demands of you, but Aerin is... and today, he demanded you listen. Now you must find the means to put what you have learned into perspective, and use it to better yourself, both for you, and for your people."

Morgane Kristanovitch: Tears fall from her eyes as the raw emotions fill her, and she trembles. "This....if I could go back...." she nods her head though as if she will do as Z has told her. crying softly.

Ziahl: "My people can go back, yours can only move forward. Move forward Morgane. Take the pain you have been given as a gift, and use it to make yourself wiser and stronger."

Morgane Kristanovitch: Another slight nod of her head as she agrees with Z's words. Being an open source of emotion right now, she tries to control her crying and cannot seem to, but eventually calms down some. "I am so tired." she manages to get out eventually, voice soft almost weak.

Ziahl: "Sleep here. Your people know where you are." She crawls into the blankets with Morgane snuggles against her. "Sleep. You are safe."

Morgane Kristanovitch: The fact that Z is willing to curl up with her, protect her, let her be safe here, is more new emotions for her. She nods her head, as her throat is closed with her emotions. Her partially opened eyes eventually close as her breathing evens out and she falls asleep.

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((And fade *Hugs* thanks SO much for the scene....thank you thank you thank you *S*))

Ziahl: She too falls asleep.

Ziahl: ((It was fun!))